The Old City

I look around. There are no high rises. The city is denuded of landmarks. There used to be an eerie silence, now its reduced to the dull drone of the air conditioner. There is noise but its so unlike the brain numbing acoustics of a metro-politan setting. These sounds of the old city don’t seem noise to me. It’s a blissful state of sound, swaying between the frequencies of noise and silence. A state of sound that ensures harmony within thyself. A harmony that I had left behind, but kept on searching for it, miles away from its origin. I’m back to where I belong, and it is this harmony which comes with the sense of belonging that shapes our personalities and it has shooted up my quotient of job satisfaction. Three months in the old city has given success, contentment, and above all, an assurance that there are people around me, who care for me, and are forever willing to shroud me from the gusts of ill wind.









For me Bagalore was nothing, but an incessant fumbling with clothes and breasts, and a constant effort on my part to first avert and then offer a pair of parched lips to make up for a character chosen according to others’ whims and fancies. Strangely I felt like that Keating fella of The Fountainhead. The only respite was that there was no Roark in the vicinity, and I continued to fuck life in the hole. Period.


However, things are so settled in the old city. Away from pretensions and the “ I, Me, Myself ” syndrome that bugs most of the inhabitants of the metros, and this life, where I can flaunt my actual character without faking is enough for a healthy sustenance. To be able to wake up every day with the sunlight streaming in through the windows and the bliss of leaving for office before fifteen minutes and not worrying about snarl ups can only happen in the old city.


Couldn’t have asked for a more welcome change. I’m in love with this new and slow pace of life.


Current music. Hotel California ( Eagles )
Current mood. Tranquil.

My Debut Post

After two years of self-imposed isolation from the blogging world, I’m finally back. I couldn’t have found a better title than “ the return of the native ”. Having blogged at livejournal under a pseudonym of “ the hawk eye ” for a span of two years, returning to this much familiar space was inevitable. But, having said that it must be reiterated that nothing can match the charm of blogging during college days. Gang-blogging was what me and my mates indulged at and excelled at. Virtual existence was never the same again. Blogs became a kind of placebo in our screwed and fucked up lives.


Things are not the same now, the blogs of my mates remain abandoned, screaming for attention but the owners are fucking busy to mind an update. My ex-blog however didn’t meet a similar fate, coz I wiped its very existence. The deletion came under a moment of extreme frustration and that was an attempt at saving my *** coz the company I’m currently engaged to decided to check us out in the LAN. That was a silly rumor that was making rounds in our department, and I was foolish enough to bank on that one. But I really miss the incessant bitching about our profs. These guys never got tired from making our lives hell!!


And after spending six years away from my roots, I’m back to the place where I belong and this place absolutely defines me. I mean in terms of geography. Gawd this isn’t the Bhubaneswar that I had left behind, it seems to have fancied itself.


This seems to be enough for a debut post I guess, but I promise enough entertainment for the dayz ahead, so chao for now guys.

Current music. All she wrote ( Firehouse )
Current mood . Nostalgic