Updates from Bangalore

I’m back… (Ignore the Schwarzeneggeresque nature of that line)…I’m back after months of frenzied moving and packing, after carefully doggy bagging a detailed life in Chennai. It’s been half a week and I’m still spending most parts of my in-between-job times, cleaning corners and emptying industrial packing boxes.
First things first…never shift after marriage. It’s toxic. It’s plain toxic. I mean previously, you could make do with a bunch of paperbacks, a dinner plate, a spoon, a tumbler, a bottle, a few clothes, a rin-bar, a dove, and some sunscreen. Now it’s two whole lives…that’s right!
But let’s hope the worst is over. The weather here makes me think positive. The man is overseas, attending to some official business. I am setting up the house, appointing a maid, appointing a cook, making friends and acquaintances in the neighborhood, identifying the gorgeous babe, earmarking the casual hunk, and taking note of the over-inquisitive aunties. My real job starts mid-week.
More on Bangalore life later (if I feel like)…ekhon ghoom peyechche…