I thought I should wait an
exact year before I wrote my next post, but then I thought it will be very
tacky and really no one cares about it.
I have been thinking of
moving back to India. But many people are talking me out of it. They say Im
forgetting the “little things” that will berate my move to India. And who knows
better than me about the “little things” in life. Its true. But I do miss
India. I miss the smell. I also recently learnt through an article that it’s
the smell that drives sex. If you like the smell of your partner its only then
that things get real and raunchy. I don’t believe I just used that word –
raunchy! So far I haven’t had a lot of luck with the smells I like in terms of
the guys I meet or the places I live in.
I loved my little rooms that
I lived in either it be my college hostel or the PG accommodation in Bangalore.
They all had a flair. A little something of their own. They weren’t grand but
they were real. That huge window in one overseeing the yellow flowers and the
grey construction and the small window in the other allowing the rain to freely
enter into my room along with its refreshing smell and breeze overseeing the
terrace and the NGV park where boys waiting to become men played soccer in the
mud.
I like my place now too. Its
big with floor to ceiling windows, a great view et al. But it just lacks the
smell of the fresh flowers or the fresh air. But well, it oversees the room
windows and the pool of the hotel next door and trust me I have seen some
people that really like each other’s smell in there.
I have a friend. He is moving
back to India. Lucky bastard. He is scared. But I know he will do just fine.
I think I am becoming a
workaholic. Yikes!!! Eeeu. A workaholic! Even when I don’t really have
to work, I find work to do and tell myself that I need to in order to do
justice to my job. But that’s not true. Im fooling myself. I know well enough
how to get out of a task I don’t really want to do. No one can make me do stuff
except for me, myself!.
I think Im going to read and write more. Afterall I have gotten myself reading glasses. Need to put them to some good use. No, I really cant see. The ultimate year and the penultimate truth.
