.. This time I won’t stop blogging.
Two times I started and stopped. And I blame you heartless people for it, who visit but leave without dropping a comment. (Yes, I could be generating propaganda by saying people atleast visit, if not comment. Live with it. )
Not this time. Hell yeah. I’m flexing my muscles and vowing to blog till the end of time, till the hills come crashing down, till the advent of web 3.0. Now my hands are hurting with all the flexing. Ouch.
Don’t worry if you don’t know what web 3.0 means, or what web 2.0 was supposed to be. Nobody does.
Hell yeah. *Flexes muscles hard.
I’m relocating to Chandigarh. Ya, with Infosys only. The next few months will be about packing bag Fridays and going to Delhi for the weekend. I’ll miss Bangalore, the home it has been for six years. I’m moving out in two weeks. This is the hardest time. You know you’re going to leave, and it’ll be a sudden change. You know you can’t comprehend wats happening to you, you want it to hit you but it wont. Because its all still there, right in front of you. But you know it wont be soon enough. Déjà vu. Too much on the mind, and Radiohead in the ear. Let it be.
India won its second final against Australia. (Second final? Got it? Got it?) We all stood up from our office seats and clapped, and complete strangers on the floor waived in congratulations at each other. This is when even a detached cricket-illiterate like me can’t keep away from the game’s binding power. Nice!