Scenes from my window


Sunset at Versowa

FALLING IN LOVE

I am slowly falling in love.I guess it is a feeling that grows on you. Like moss or fungus or lichen. The romance in these comparisons! I love traveling, its something that never fails to excite me and I got bitten by the bug young. My parents strapped me into a backpack at the grand age of six months and decided to take a road trip on the beloved Bullet to Ellora Ajantha from Ahmednagar and then back to Mumbai. Oh yes, insanity runs in the family. But I digress.
Like I said- I am slowly falling in love.The object of my affections this time is definitely female. She is a bundle of contradictions, elegant and stately with an old world charm; sometimes restless;sometimes calm;sleepy; young and boisterous at others. The more I see, the more hopelessly devoted I get. She can be unforgiving, cold and ruthless, or loving and lively.Definitely Complicated. And I hope she favors me. Luck favors those with pluck
( err...forgive the rhyming scheme).

Here She is in all her glory.




I am torn between two coasts. Madras or Bombay? Sunrise or Sunset?

THE LONG HIATUS

This is a valid attempt to renew my love for writing and I duly apologise to the English Written Language for my absence.

Anyway updates are due, I have now finished my undergraduate in Electronic Media. Worked in design and copy writing for a bit, did a lot of interesting work but felt a need for change...
So decided to come to Bombay. Thus started my soul searching and job searching. Must say in these times the former is a far easier task. And I say this taking into account the vagaries of my soul.


JOB HUNTING...



Job hunting is a marvelous thing, you have to narrow down options, track down leads, follow up, hunt down people, find openings, "keep at it", attack an opportunity,weigh your options, negotiate, renegotiate, play your aces close to your chest, and discuss things like "monies" (whatever that is !) and listen to "anyways"(but that's another post),maybes, and Il get back to you. I am sure our cave dwelling ancestors would agree that it is truly a HUNT. Man, is it exhausting. All this to do what I love. So I guess it's worth it - perhaps the same satisfaction of hunting your own food, cooking it and relishing it especially when you are famished. Do notice however use of the word guess.