Monday, July 24, 2006
A ticket to home and back
The past few weeks have been good. After ages I went home, soaked in all the rain -played goofey, -chatted like there was no tommorrow with sis.
It was six days of bliss with no deadlines to meet, no surly bosses breathing down your neck, no timechecks and above all not having to worry what to cook for the next meal.
I gorged on Mom's fantastic cooking. Steaming fish curry and rice, her speciality, prawns, lovely iddiappams, idlies and dosas, avulose poddi, banana chips, umm..mmmm... heavenly.
When I left Delhi I had meant to update the blog daily but the joyful tumble and jumble of life, that is definitely not routine, prevented me from putting pen to paper... er... that should have been finger to keys. :)
That, however, does not in any manner whatsover indicate that I have not been reading all your blogs. The brand new broadband Internet connection back home has ensured that my daily fix was taken care of. With such high connectivity, it has been an absolute delight to rummage through my Annexe.
If you noticed I have added several thingies on the blog. Some I have just borrowed from Tony's template. (Hey, that reminds me I have been tagged and i have to customarily respond.)
I had ample lazy time on my hands, yes home is a really sleepy place where 24 hours sometimes seems like 30. I decided this was a good enough time to redo the blog.
I had this brilliant creative urge to completely overhaul the design and give it a funky radical look. (for the imaginative lot it wont be hard to picture me with a determined look on my face, sleeves rolled up, pencil behind the ear....I love this bit...)
Ahem,,, enough theatrics,,,,, Point is I tried to change something and ended up almost losing everything i had written.
I had this really nice sketch of a girl standing in a balcony that protuded onto a beach. The idea was to capture the image of the churning waves with just a hint of the setting sun. But the result was far from mesmerising.
Am putting on hold temporarily all such experimentations till I grow a little less technologically challenged.
Meanwhile Bombay was attacked. Last time I was home the London subway blasts tooks place and now this. It left me pondering, Do terrorists follow some sort of a timetable? July seems good for them.
As the number of casualites of the seven blasts in Mumbai's local trains kept rising, I called up friends with a certain unease. All safe and sound, One was away in Pune, missed taking the train. Another was struck in office,, so on and so forth most just missed the blasts by a whisker.
Outpourings of grief blinked from the telly and the Internet. But for those who lost the sorrow was imeasurable, more so because it was unexpected and because their loved ones did not deserve die such a death.
Check out what V has to say. I think it is simply superb.
The day after I returned there were fireworks in blogland. Some intelligent bureaucrat had decided to block some websites becaus he and his like thinking colleagues had concluded that it was the best way to cut off the communication lines of the terrorists. It was believed that blogs were some sort of new methord to keep in touch. Idetnifying and blocking specific websites was a challege that was yet to be overcome. So what does Big Brother do? Shut down almost all the blog servers.
I had no problem accessing mine, but most bloggers managed to go around the problem and try alternate servers like pkblogs etc. Unanimous shoe of strength by bloggers who cried themselves hoars about freedom of expression and righ tto information finally forced teh government to backtrack and almost everybody had their blogs back. Phew!
The horror, the horror without a blog!
The past few weeks have been good. After ages I went home, soaked in all the rain -played goofey, -chatted like there was no tommorrow with sis.
It was six days of bliss with no deadlines to meet, no surly bosses breathing down your neck, no timechecks and above all not having to worry what to cook for the next meal.
I gorged on Mom's fantastic cooking. Steaming fish curry and rice, her speciality, prawns, lovely iddiappams, idlies and dosas, avulose poddi, banana chips, umm..mmmm... heavenly.
When I left Delhi I had meant to update the blog daily but the joyful tumble and jumble of life, that is definitely not routine, prevented me from putting pen to paper... er... that should have been finger to keys. :)
That, however, does not in any manner whatsover indicate that I have not been reading all your blogs. The brand new broadband Internet connection back home has ensured that my daily fix was taken care of. With such high connectivity, it has been an absolute delight to rummage through my Annexe.
If you noticed I have added several thingies on the blog. Some I have just borrowed from Tony's template. (Hey, that reminds me I have been tagged and i have to customarily respond.)
I had ample lazy time on my hands, yes home is a really sleepy place where 24 hours sometimes seems like 30. I decided this was a good enough time to redo the blog.
I had this brilliant creative urge to completely overhaul the design and give it a funky radical look. (for the imaginative lot it wont be hard to picture me with a determined look on my face, sleeves rolled up, pencil behind the ear....I love this bit...)
Ahem,,, enough theatrics,,,,, Point is I tried to change something and ended up almost losing everything i had written.
I had this really nice sketch of a girl standing in a balcony that protuded onto a beach. The idea was to capture the image of the churning waves with just a hint of the setting sun. But the result was far from mesmerising.
Am putting on hold temporarily all such experimentations till I grow a little less technologically challenged.
Meanwhile Bombay was attacked. Last time I was home the London subway blasts tooks place and now this. It left me pondering, Do terrorists follow some sort of a timetable? July seems good for them.
As the number of casualites of the seven blasts in Mumbai's local trains kept rising, I called up friends with a certain unease. All safe and sound, One was away in Pune, missed taking the train. Another was struck in office,, so on and so forth most just missed the blasts by a whisker.
Outpourings of grief blinked from the telly and the Internet. But for those who lost the sorrow was imeasurable, more so because it was unexpected and because their loved ones did not deserve die such a death.
Check out what V has to say. I think it is simply superb.
The day after I returned there were fireworks in blogland. Some intelligent bureaucrat had decided to block some websites becaus he and his like thinking colleagues had concluded that it was the best way to cut off the communication lines of the terrorists. It was believed that blogs were some sort of new methord to keep in touch. Idetnifying and blocking specific websites was a challege that was yet to be overcome. So what does Big Brother do? Shut down almost all the blog servers.
I had no problem accessing mine, but most bloggers managed to go around the problem and try alternate servers like pkblogs etc. Unanimous shoe of strength by bloggers who cried themselves hoars about freedom of expression and righ tto information finally forced teh government to backtrack and almost everybody had their blogs back. Phew!
The horror, the horror without a blog!
So you finally went broadband, so did I. But somehow the frequency of my blog posts has decreased. I wonder why.