It’s been a long time since I’ve posted, chiefly due to the time constraints this place has imposed on me. For the first time in months I’ve had 4 days where I did not have to worry about any deadlines. I’m only just getting used to that, and to this place in general.

Bangalore is an awesome city, chiefly due to the weather. Evenings here are God’s way of making one long for good scotch.

The first few weeks here brought with it an intense feeling of being straitjacketed. Tight and with nowhere to move but with the herd. I guess there is an initial revulsion to novelty to contend with, and it might have well played a part. Halfway in to Term 2, I have seemingly settled in. Do I like it? <shrug>

Anyway, I realised I missed writing, and it’s one of the few things I’m really good at (IMHO), and the thought of writing a book has crossed my mind more than once. About what you ask? <shrug> It will come to me I guess. And I hope I don’t stare at a great idea and let it pass me by.

PS: The title of this post should not be interpreted literally.


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