This is the view from the balcony. It has been almost 2 years now since we had moved into that home. My first home out of college, rather, in my life, oops, does that sound mawkish? Well, there isnt any harm doing so once in a while :D (why are blogs there for? eh?? :D ).
One does miss the place one has lived in, that comfort zone, that nook and corner of the room you lived in, the bed you slept on, the level of lighting in the room at different times of the day/season and especially the one when you like the most. I guess am a tad bit more attached to the place i live in.
It was always like that, when we moved form Hyderabad to Anantapur when i was in 2nd class. That trauma haunted me till my 5th class (I can now get over it a bit more faster though ;)! ) and manifested itself as a sort of trepidation over going to school. Before i could settle down, my parents once again had to change the house to someother in the same city. I still remember, precisely the very next day i had my 'unit tests' that too "first" social unit test and it was sunday (when life looks all the more gloomier compared to saturday or friday evening). The emphasis on the first is because, "first unit test" has something new to it i.e, the new class (6th) along with the first and upon that "social", the most dreaded and an abstract intangible subject with no logic and which only could be memorised( not understood) and has no relevance (at the age) what so ever to me. It could have been shown in a better light had my teacher imbued that interest and had i been exposed to the newspaper to understand its relevance to the comtemporary international political predicaments.
Its the same kind of emotional pang which haunted me all my life which still haunts me now at this moment when i think about everything that was happy or sad about me. Happy because it "was" happy(read no longer), sad because it is sad ( and still is ). It reminds me of the days i dreamt that someday it would not be like this and that someday i will be free and things would be in my control. Boringly so, Life always seems to be in somebody elses' control, either your bosses' or your PG owner's or pathetically still, in your roomate's control when she does not even let you switch off the fan or open the window as you wish and does not even pay you a salary or serve food!!! :D
Leaving that aside, about the pic here, it was taken during one of the lazy weekends with my friends with whome i had shared that dwelling and with whome i had been sharing the last 5.5 years(NITW)by then( i.e, when i left Hyderabad and moved to Bangalore Feb 19th 2007).
Leaving that aside, about the pic here, it was taken during one of the lazy weekends with my friends with whome i had shared that dwelling and with whome i had been sharing the last 5.5 years(NITW)by then( i.e, when i left Hyderabad and moved to Bangalore Feb 19th 2007).
