I'm updating the blog after eternity now. I dont
know why. All these months I've been trying to befriend this city, Bangalore
and yet, I'm still a stranger, I still sometimes dont have a clue where I am or
where I have to go. I know the ways, the routes, I know whats sold where, I
know who lives where, I can now pronounce the names of the places here, just
fine, funny but fine. I think I'm just okay now, not sad, not homesick, not
depressed, I think Im ok, I can live with this city. But what is that one thing
thats missing? What is that thing that still makes me feel like a stranger
here? It's not home. Home is always Delhi. The city I grew up in, the city that
has helped and abetted, becoming who I am today. Yes, the rape capital of
India. To me, its just not home, its my entire life, the way I think, the way I
look at things, I’m a reflection of where I was born and nurtured. I still hate
Delhi for the people who reside there, the madness, the rush, the non existant
civic sense,anyway, you know a funny thing? When I’m home, I wanna run away as
far as I can and when I’m not, I just wanna go back, its like an atom trying to
complete its octet, trying to gain its stability, you know what I mean? No? Ok.
But this isn’t what I wanted to talk about, I wanted to talk about why, why on
earth, have I not updated my blog, not that I have a huge readership or
anything. So, here it is, all these days, kind gentlemen of the jury, all these
days, I was busy cooking stories, trying to figure out plots, blowing sense
into characters, but all in vain, I could not, for the life of me, finish any
of those stories, none of them, absolutely none. I won’t give up of course but
now I know what I need to work on, so not a really bad deal, is it? Ssup with
you guys? Long time.
