A GOOD YEAR

So, this is my first bday in Dilli and it’s all VERY quiet. But the silence isn’t unnerving me, too much.

Maybe, my eight cantankerous years in Mumbai of overzealous, hyperactive friends (you KNOW who you are!), frenzied partying and mean traffic snarls, is allowing me to enjoy these quiet zen moments.

Friends and family have been calling or texting, through the day. I was particularly amazed at the barrage of Facebook messages and wall scribbles by friends and acquaintances.

Will celebrate when pop and Jen land up, this weekend.

the end of cynicism

The greatest thing about my move to Delhi is that my journey to the end of cynicism is now finally complete. The start of this journey began in Mumbai itself, but the impact of being away from all things familiar and the frenetic pace, that is life in a throbbing metropolis, has hastened this journey.

Mumbai to NOida

So, the big move has put an end to my singing days. The only singing I do these days is in the bathroom, or rather before I step into ze shower.

The old geezer takes it's own sweet time (how very Dilli of it) to heat things up, and in the interim the laptop blares and I sing along, and even get theatrical about it, courtesy all the space and the solitude, which allows one to display, completely eccentric behaviour, sans any quizzical brows being raised.

Phew!