Russian followers

My blogpost stats suggest that I have a wide audience from Russia and Canada and none from India. Given that only a select few friends know about the existence of this blog and I don't write about anything of relevance to the general public, blogspot stats are spurious.

One year of madness

enough said.

Now we are free

If at this particular moment my life were to have a background score, it would be this song. I didn't even know it before Pandora played it and I got the feeling of ecstasy that you get if  you were to attending an recital in an auditorium.

Which way home?

If only the answer were simple.

Cheer up ! The worst is yet to come.

A quote from somebody named Philander Johnson. Well all I can say right now is bring it on! Life is a shit hole right now. Don't know how much more shittier it can get. Actually I don't care how much more shittier it gets. I've reached the saturation point. At this point of endurance all I can say is bring it on. At this point I am gonna take it all.

Hyderabad Nostalgia

A picture of the Tankbund and the Buddha statue triggered nostalgia which brought me to tears. I don't have a clue why but I miss it sorely.
I miss Osmania campus where I spent most of my childhood. We were living inside the campus forest from my kindergarten till ninth grade. There are so many wonderful memories of that place. The temple near the Arts college, the secret  berry trees deep inside the forest, the little pots we made out of earthworm shit, the fire we made everyday in the winter, the games we played every evening, the howls we let out during the power cuts, the training that I got in cricket, lalithamma and her daughters, biking around, my rock en route to Tagore auditorium. So many memories of the place.

And once I became old enough to go around on my own, Tank bund, the cinema theatres, Hyderabad central, Shankarmutt. Going to the sunday second hand book sale in Koti with my father. I miss Hyderabad. My home.