A day in the life of LIFE

Well, this is the question that most people have been asking me both @ my blog and out of it, and off late, this has been the question I've been asking myself as well.

This has been the longest that I've stayed away from the blogsphere and it's good to be back. The Big Bad world of B School coupled with an HP laptop as young as AK Hangal, had made matters worse over the last three months.

Now, in the cozy confines of my adda at Bengaluru, here I am, typing away to glory after a heavy dinner of pav bhaji, sev puri and dessert. I know it's yummacious...

And after the three mistakes of my life, (not mine, they were Chetan's) - I just have three words for the book - routine, unoriginal and disappointing.

I managed to sneak away to Bangalore from the idyllic hills of Shillong after a hectic trimester. And I did not inform folks back home of my arrival. The scene upon my arrival was no less than that at the sets of the reality show "Mera Beta wapas aa gaya!" even as Ma let oodles of Ganga Jamuna flood the neighborhood- O.K. I made the last one up. Ma could care less, for I've not picked up her calls from the time I went to B School and this has led to much speculation about my activities.

With 24 hours not being enough to meet the regimen of B School and the odd hours of 3:30 am bed time has left all of us seasoned to combat any jet lag of its kind. We have had fun nonetheless. Hostels are great places to be in. Anyone who has not been in a hostel is missing something in life. While the mess food does make you miss the luxury of a 5 course meal at a 5 star hotel ( which incidentally was a "given" at the workplace with a customer), the cappuchino at the midnight canteen makes up for it.

Back home and things are treasured. The attention is unparalleled. His lordship gets to choose the menu for the day. Contrast this with Aloo Paratha, half dropping out of my mouth with me rushing to class set to begin in 2 minutez. It's great to be back home. Riding my Pulsar across the winding streets of Bengaluru has never been as gratifying.

With 4 days of vacation remaining, I have managed to sample every bit of cuisine which shall be unavailable to me for the next 6 months at least. Meanwhile, I also get time to blog - The most favorite of my past times at the work place, but so hard to pursue nowadays. But I promise to post atleast once a week hence forth since there's so much for me to write about. Shillong and beyond. Hope I keep up to my promise.

Till then, I hear mum call out, "Some hot kheer at 11:30 in the night?" I am game..See ya soon...