So, I am back from my little power trip to Delhi. I was basically there for a conference organized by the ISPAI (ISP Association of India), speaking about the current Wireless Broadband scenario in the country and also brainstorming on how the broadband penetration could be increased in the rural sectors of our country.
Yes, enough of jargon. The bottomline is, the conference went on well. It was great to meet up a few of my old mates, namely Madcap and Dhiraj. We even made a short trip to a pub called Ego Obsession, in New Friends Colony, and ended up getting tipsy over 2 frigging bottles of wine. Moreover, I shall strongly suggest their Chicken Pepper Steak, it was heavenly!
Sakshi, it is always a pleasure to be in her company. While I couldn’t meet her for long on the first day I was there, thanks to the 4 hour delay by my flight, I finally postponed my return by a couple of hours so that I could spend some quality time with her. It was too frustrating for me to be in Delhi after 2 months and yet not being able to be with Sakshi for long. Anyway, these are the ways of life, I guess.
By the way, I had also ended up being a part of a little accident when a cab just drove very close to me and gave me a little scratch on my left leg. Anyway that isn’t the center of my concern. What pissed me off is the fact that I let my Blackberry go off my hand, due to the shock, and the topsy-turvy that it went through, on the tarmac, was really ugly. Lost the navigation pad of the phone, in the process. Now all I can do is make and receive calls, on my brickberry. Need to get it repaired, asap, or my life’s gonna come to a halt, real soon.
Just got to know, a few days back, that it was Saraswati Puja a week back, and I had absolutely no clue about it. Now, for the first time in my life, I have missed Saraswati Puja and am feeling miserable. Now, I ain’t really the worshipping kind. More of an agnostic. But I love the tradition, I love the efforts that go into organizing the Puja, love the feeling it emanates, into the heart of every who has seen the way Saraswati Puja is done in West Bengal.Yes, I guess in that way, I am a true Bengali at heart.
This blog is basically a chronicle of my life, and my emotions, since the time I first left home, in search of the oblivion, in quest of my ultimate goal. This blog has a lot of my memories that still manages to churn out a plethora of emotions within me, every time I wade through the cobwebs of my memory. While I was just a little teenager when I started with it, today I am in the transition phase of being a man of my own stature. And the journey still continues.
01/02/2010 at 11:18 Permalink
U were more concerned for ur BB than ur life.
Probably ur life is linked to ur BB
For me Saraswati Puja has got some other importance. I eagerly wait for it because this is the day when all young unmarried ladies wear saree & they look awesome in it.