A Hectic Day

Today was something different, a little hectic though. I had to meet someone somewhere in Mysore Road, which is at a distance of twelve to fifteen km from my house; about 30 - 45 minutes drive. For people like me who are born with extremely horrible sense of remembering roads, GPS came as a blessing. I always rely on GPS if I have to drive in little unfamiliar roads. So today morning also I obediently followed the beautiful voice coming out of my mobile, directing me the way. But after an hour drive I realized that I was in a totally unexplored territory, and then guess what? My mobile battery went dead. One gentleman laughed at me and said that my destination is about 20 km from there. The man was kind enough and he explained me a shortcut route. It was a narrow road which passes through a wholesale market. Trucks were getting loaded and different types of horn were creating melody. 

Already half an hour passed and my car didn’t move even a single inch, and then a gentleman came and revealed the truth that there’s no way we could make that way. He asked us to move back and take a different route. It was another 15 to 20 minutes of fun. It was ultimate thrill to drive the car in reverse through such a narrow road as two-wheelers passed, kissing my car every now and then. The AC was full on but I was sweating like a pig. Ultimately I reached my destination at around 12:30 pm. I was there till 3 pm and then left from there. 

Actually, today I also had an appointment with Passport Authority at 4 pm. My passport got expired a few months back and I filed for a reissue. It was already 4 pm and I was still struggling to locate the passport office. I knew I was somewhere near; I parked the car somewhere, took an auto and reached the office. I had to stand in the queue for half an hour. When it was my turn, the lady in charge told me that she needed my marriage certificate as well.

"It was not mentioned in the list of required documents," I said.

"No Sir, you are married now, so we will require your marriage certificate"

Well, she gave me a different date. I came out and realized it was raining all the while. The traffic was at peak and I tried to find my car. I was in a hurry and wasn’t concerned much about the place where I parked the car. I struggled for almost half an hour, walked through muddy roads with my soaking wet shoes. Hell, where I parked my car? I started to panic a bit. I shared my misery with an auto wala. Fortunately he was a nice man and he seemed to be equally tensed like me. Finally I found my car and felt a wave of relief passed through me. The auto guy was also happy and gave me a good enough gyaan. 

The Transformation, Part-2

Few months ago I had written a post "Transformation", where I expressed how, where and when I started writing. How I dared to enter into the world of blogging and the kind of happiness I feel whenever I see any comment on my posts. How all the Leibster and Versatile awards inspired me to continue with my writing. I had also mentioned about my first novel. Actually, I published the post on the day when I sent my submission with the first 3 chapters to some of the publishing houses. Well, it was a long and pathetic wait thereafter. But then, a couple of months later some publishers started responding. A few days back I had signed the deal with LiFi, a well-known publishing house of fictions. Hopefully my first novel will get published in early next year and as promised, will be launched in February 2015, in the New Delhi World Book Fair.

I still find it weird to digest the fact that soon, officially I will become an author. I would like to thank all my friends, my blogger friends and all my blog readers, who always encourage and inspire me to write more


Something about my book:
The story begins in the late Eighties, in a small picturesque town of Assam. The story is about a small family, about Tublu and Maina. Right from his childhood, Tublu had special feelings for Maina. With time, his feelings for her only grow stronger. The novel depicts Tublu’s one sided love, how his silent crush turns into an obsession. The first half of the book is fun, about the intriguing adolescence and some college/hostel humors. Later, the story shifts gear and gets more and more mature. The novel is about friendship, love, struggle and hope. Well, it’s all about the amazing journey of life.

Wonderful Bangalore

During our initial days in Bangalore, we stayed in a place named R. T. Nagar. We stayed in an one bedroom house; I, Lami, Dhiru and Mukha. We continued to live our hostel kind of life, only that unlike earlier, we were a little serious about our careers this time. Initially, our landlord told us that he would only allow two guys to stay. We tried to convince him that we were three friends and wanted to stay together. Looking at our pathetic condition, he was easily convinced, but we didn’t dare disclose that we were actually four guys. The landlord asked us to give a copy of our photo ID cards and some other documents. Lami had to play the undercover part, as the landlord was aware of the other three of us. Well, our landlord had an annoying habit of giving us short surprise visits and on ever such occasions, Lami used to hide himself in the washroom. It was a tiny room but we stayed comfortably. Even though none of us had a job that time but still, life was cool. 

Born and brought up in Assam, I also lived for a year in Delhi and then moved to Bangalore. I was mesmerized with the Bangalore weather, initially. Well, it’s almost a decade now and the pleasing weather still fascinates me. R. T. Nagar was a wonderful place to live in, but we only stayed there for a couple of months. It was the month of March or April; we decided to visit some of our friends In Koramangala, a well-known place in Bangalore. It was quite far from our place and the only mode of transport we could think of that time, was bus. We had to change three buses. Also, we were a little confused in locating the house where our friends used to stay. It was a sunny day and we were sweating. Somehow we reached our destination and were delighted to meet our friends after a long time. Our friends were preparing lunch; we had a great time chatting with them. It was very hot that day and the ceiling fan was spinning at its maximum speed. We had our lunch by 4 pm and we ate to our fill.

After lunch, we continued to chat. A little later, someone already started to snore. All of a sudden the weather turned pleasant. The big windows were open and cool refreshing air was entering through them. One of our friends switched off the fan. Guys were sleeping, covering themselves with their blankets. It was 5 pm; I went to the balcony and was mesmerized to see the snowy white clouds, moving fast through the lower horizon. The cool breeze was very refreshing. I enjoyed a few moments in the balcony and then, I also tried to get some naps.

The Bangalore weather and the lovely clouds have always fascinated me. This year, the weather here is one of its best. The time when many parts of India was burning, including some Southern parts of India, Bangalore was covered under a thick blanket of clouds. After dinner, every time I go to our terrace for a stroll, I get mesmerized with the night sky. I just can’t stop admiring the magnificent clouds. Quite often the sky would be clear; the moon would be shinning bright and the white clouds would be moving through the lower horizon, and as usual, the cool breeze is simply wonderful. I tried to capture the drama recently and thought to share those.