To take it easy....
I'm feeling lost, as if I never blogged before. Quite a few things happened in these two and a half months but none so appealing now as they were when they happened. P returned from Belgrade in October. Then we - P, L, V and I - went home for the kid's birthday during the time almost the whole of Mangalore was burning. We had some plans for the birthday 'celebrations' but everything was put to rest after seeing the situation there. Wasn't bad at all in my place though BCR had some shops smashed etc. The return journey was, hmmm..., a little interesting. No buses were allowed from Mangalore and we had only one leaving from BCR. Others were all ready to skip a day but I had just then become the TL so didn't want to spoil my 'impression' I suppose. So we left home at 10 and had to walk to BCR. There were some policemen at the junction who inquired and warned us. After that another kilometer to go and I didn't find any more policemen. L was actually behaving very brave till the time a jeep started at some distance and came at a good speed towards us. She was not ready to let go of my arm till we realized that it was a police van. After that no more comforting words from her!
Life is, to say the least, hectic. Either I would wait for P or he would wait for me, but the end result is that we would reach home at 10. Then cook, eat and sleep around 11:30 and next day back to the grind. Both of us don't know how to improve the situation and all we do is telling each other every night that we should know how to put our foot down and say 'no'. It hasn't happened so far. Now P is back in Athens and I'm going to make sure that I leave by 8 no matter what. Actually, I want to do it even after P returns. Why not?
And the worst part of it all is that I'm getting addicted to TV. I think I already have. I go home and instead of picking up a book that's been pending for a long time, I go and switch on the TV and waste my time switching channels, mostly getting irritated at the stupid things that I see. I mean, I'm falling for the quick and cheap form of entertainment than the lasting one. Thankfully V keeps reminding me of this old hobby of mine and I go back to it at least once in a while.
And then...I met Ramachandra Guha in the airport last week. He was in a hurry and I didn't have the guts to waste his time saying how much I like his writings. We happened to exchange some words over the check-in baggage and V and I are pretty much thrilled. The last famous guys I met were Dravid and Kumble, again at the airport and V keeps teasing me about the fact that I was so tongue-tied that I couldn't even ask for an autograph.
It seems ages since I went home. P has this tendency to be in a bad mood everytime we return from there(that he's living away from the kid) so he didn't want to go there just before the travel. Last time we went there, Aayi had her long pending wish fulfilled - St. Mary's Island. Second time for me, but I would've enjoyed it if the place wasn't swarming with people.
Life is, to say the least, hectic. Either I would wait for P or he would wait for me, but the end result is that we would reach home at 10. Then cook, eat and sleep around 11:30 and next day back to the grind. Both of us don't know how to improve the situation and all we do is telling each other every night that we should know how to put our foot down and say 'no'. It hasn't happened so far. Now P is back in Athens and I'm going to make sure that I leave by 8 no matter what. Actually, I want to do it even after P returns. Why not?
And the worst part of it all is that I'm getting addicted to TV. I think I already have. I go home and instead of picking up a book that's been pending for a long time, I go and switch on the TV and waste my time switching channels, mostly getting irritated at the stupid things that I see. I mean, I'm falling for the quick and cheap form of entertainment than the lasting one. Thankfully V keeps reminding me of this old hobby of mine and I go back to it at least once in a while.
And then...I met Ramachandra Guha in the airport last week. He was in a hurry and I didn't have the guts to waste his time saying how much I like his writings. We happened to exchange some words over the check-in baggage and V and I are pretty much thrilled. The last famous guys I met were Dravid and Kumble, again at the airport and V keeps teasing me about the fact that I was so tongue-tied that I couldn't even ask for an autograph.
It seems ages since I went home. P has this tendency to be in a bad mood everytime we return from there(that he's living away from the kid) so he didn't want to go there just before the travel. Last time we went there, Aayi had her long pending wish fulfilled - St. Mary's Island. Second time for me, but I would've enjoyed it if the place wasn't swarming with people.
posted by Liz @ 5:16 AM
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