Footprints

I have known for sometime now that you’ve been having peeks on this blog since i introduced you to it. Take today for instance. And you haven’t stopped visiting even after everything. Digital footprints we all have. I’m not surprised. Or maybe i am, in a way? I’m amused, though.

You didn’t tell me if you actually read every post, unless it seemed it was about you. You didn’t tell me if remnant of your childhood dyslexia was getting in your way of reading long winded blah. A lot of things were left unsaid but i guessed anyway. I’m not very bad at guesswork. Tell me i’m wrong this time. Knowing would be nice.

You know, growing up is a bitch. And such fun still ! In the end, it’s only causality that you were standing by the roadside while i went  on through the endless cycles of everyday catharsis.

I’m back

and pretty pleased with myself with the way things went over the past week since the last post. This time I was lucky enough to avoid the unsavoury people in Delhi but food prices are atrocious, at least the hotel I was in. The auto rickshaw fares seemed high and erratic but l I didn’t have to pay half the time thanks to Prof. Don from Dallas. His Delhihole was just opposite of mine.

I will write an account of the trip and the Delhi days and the conference in the next several blog posts. They’re essentially journal entries for meant for my personal reading fast forward to a not-so-near future but since this is a blog and I decided to make the blog into a irregular journal of sorts I don’t mind you guys having a peek.

Oh, and I seriously need to buy a laptop. I do, seriously.

Done One

Needed  a getaway. The other blog is so messed up i don’t feel like blogging anymore in it. It wasn’t supposed to be a “personal” blog. Yes, personal, within quotes. As if a blog, in whatever format isn’t a personal domain of the writer. But the other blog was supposed to be for quenching inner pseudo-literary cravings. Maye something creative, if it can be called that. An outlet of post-teen angst and world-weariness over all the directed chaos going on around as well. Some people sometimes found some stuff funny. Though they weren’t always meant to be. To me. I like amusing people.

That blog wasn’t meant to be for everyday random cravings, or, let’s say, without putting a finer point on it, everyday personal things. As if what’s for every cybercrawler to see and parse can be called “personal” anymore. And it got so tangled with this and that i suffocated with  so many  multi-colored yarns which don’t match. Being tangled up is like claustrophobia.

Now we’ve come to this. What is this? I don’t know. This blog is for times i don’t know what to write. When i have nothing to say, when i don’t feel like writing anything. Anything funny, moving or things which make you scratch your head for about 36 seconds. I don’t know what this blog is about.

It’s Sunday all over again.