Hello everyone out there in blogspace! In case you have been missing me, I’m sorry. Without giving you any long, predictable adolescent excuses I’m going to dive straight into my story.

First, in a strange encounter with a web page (as it often happens to me while surfing) I have realised that my blog is not at all a blog! Well, how do I feel after all this? Nothing! I’m no taxonomist and I’m not very particular in filling up my entries with links to make it look like a blog. Nada, not me. Rest assured dear viewers, your favourite weblog/journal will continue to ‘deliver’ what it used to.

Work has been particularly boring and has been keeping not even 0.1% of my brain occupied!; so much so that even my PM (Project Manager) has been mentioning this. I manage to get by by reading stuff like ‘Eats, Shoots and Leaves‘ and ‘To Cut a Long Story Short‘. The former is a brilliant sattire of the misuse of English even in the land of its origin. It is a bestseller already. But I’m just waiting for the next one on the bad pronounication practised in most parts of UK. It is called the estuary accent. Having used to hearing and (attempting to) speaking the Received Pronunciation or RP, it is annoying if not shocking to hear it spoken this way. The other book is an engaging collection of short stories by Jeffrey Archer, that even my ex-roommate Ankur 04 read it cover to cover; which, knowing his reading habits, is quite unusual. 04 refers to the suffix in his email ID within Infosys. This happens when many people have the same first name and last name. Cold and boring, I know. But I’m sure you would understand if I told you that we have Ankur 03 in our project :roll:.


Speaking of which, my roommate has changed. My buddies Parag and Bhute joined us in London on 7 Feb from Pune. Soon after 04’s wife came down as well. After a frantic, frantic house hunt; he could find a good 2 BHK (i.e. Bedrooms) which suited 2 families. So Bhute moved in with me and Parag found a fantastic deal for a 1 BHK flat in East Ham. For Parag, all I had to do was to take him to Chennai Dosa hotel in East Ham on his first day. the authentic cusine bowled him over. He gushed that the idea of staying in East Ham and eating from Chennai Dosa everyday is all he could ever ask for.

While Bhute or Bhoots (meaning Ghost) as we call him - the proverbial nonpathological case of OCD, quite literally, turned the entire house inside out. I did give a helping hand to turn our ostensible hall into an more than agreeable bedroom and vice versa. Then he proceeded to ’scrub’ our house clean. The transformation was so dramatic that we took ‘Before’ and ‘After’ photos. We should maybe hand them over to the Owner, coz it might just help in getting more queries.

The Home-ly Shots are here

Soon after, the Tube entered our living room. No, no, not the British underground train!! Tube here also stands for your ever favourite Idiot Box. Now we spend evenings watching the CSI investigator unflinchingly pull out the guts of a corpse while making a flirtacious comment of the fellow scientist. Great stuff!

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