But luckily this one is going to be shorter than the Pune Series. Here it ends...
In between haggling with rickshaw wallas and trying to figure out what the guesthouse care-taker used to mumble in (Telugu/Tamil/English/Hindi/Swahili) and eating Podi Doshai/Parottas/Medu Vadai everyday (on those fortunate days when I got to eat meals) and working from 10 am to 12 am, preparing oodles of useless documents which I never intended to read again and leching at the Amanté models (umm...) through the capsule lift inside Shopper Stop on the way to work and playing somewhat of an agony aunt and traveling up and down from TechM to TCS in a sad excuse for a mini bus and enduring the putrefying stench from the garbage dump near the TCS office and waiting at the gate of the SEZ for want of proper documents which my organization blissfully stayed ignorant about and hence turning darker by at least 4 shades of the fair-n-lovely (or whatever) fairness meter and straining hard to find some eye candy in that land of feminine famine and waking up at 11:45 pm (yes, pm) for deployments at 2 in the morning in the midst of that garbage dump I mentioned earlier and shelling out over 50-60 grand out of my own pocket and cursing myself for not speaking up at the right time (I'll never) and not shaving for long and depleting chennai's stock of GFLs and trying to compose posts for my blog on that tiny screen of my cell while sitting in the TCS office amidst the deafening silence of the thousands of drones deprived of souls staring away at their monitors and eating Arun Ice creams and trying to pass off a +9144 STD code as a +44 ISD code and making small talk on the internal messenger with this girl and making 3 trips from Chennai to Bangalore in 3 days covering approximately 1,200 Kms for attending an international gig and lying about my drunken state on the declaration form before bungee jumping and trying to keep whatever was left of my sanity intact, I did find time for a cuppa tea. Tea is prepared differently there from how it's done here. They add milk only at the end, like it's done at my home. I like tea, but without ginger, though cardamom is ok, ...no, ...good.
Now Playing:
Track:Ex-Cowboy
Artist:Moqwai
Album:Come On Die Young
Vaidu’s classification:Post Rock (too abstract for moi, need few more listens)
good one..i see a lil bit of marquez there, do i? :)
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