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Its been a slow day inspite of back to back meetings during the first half. Mom left for India on Monday and I am back to late evenings after work and no desire to head home. It has been sometime since I wrote anything ( a writer’s block J) and it would be silly to even suggest that I had nothing to write about. Life is so multi coloured there is always something to talk about. And I am quite known among friends as the possible winner of a talkathon hands down.

Have seen some average to bad Hindi movies but the spirit of a bollywood buff ceases to die. I was also out of touch with my reading. After a long while I had difficulty picking up a book to read and even if my hands could manage the weight of a book, I just read three or may be five pages of the book and dropped it off unmindfully. I was beginning to get concerned about my lack of intent to read and went and picked up a few books by Marquez. I started with one and said to myself, “this would get me back to reading!” It did not. I remember forcing my mother that day to Borders and after walking around the store for nearly an hour, my mother began to get irritable. In her very controlled temper she said,” you have picked this habit from your paternal grandfather.” Of course any habit that is not helping her has been picked up from my paternal side only in this case I smiled at her with pride and she just sighed with that expression, “I know it’s a good habit and I don’t have it in my genes.”

I was nearly walking out of the store without a book and that would have been documented into the rare occasions but I just remembered of Nick Hornby and I was pretty confident that if I start a book by him, I will get back to reading. So, I picked up this book and guess what ,I love it starting from the cover. Now I know who to go to each time I am off reading. Thanks to my estranged friend( of that later or may be never) who introduced me to this book.

I must share this with all since I think it is rather funny. The day my mother was leaving for India, she looked at me intently and said, “I need to ask you a little something.” I smiled with the expression, “Go On!” and wondering in my mind that the subject of marriage is about to be broached. It is an extremely tricky situation when you know that you are not going to see her for a long time and emotions are running rather high in the air and everywhere. I have such a super complicated situation and have only gone ahead and complicated it further by the day and leave aside explaining it to my mother, I cant even allow her to sense a part of the complication. Simply put, this silly side of me has taken away good many friends who I valued.

To my surprise she said, “Please leave this apartment as soon as you can. I have visited you everywhere you lived but I have never felt so much negativity in any apartment ever.” She was almost pleading. I was stumped because she was sharing my sentiments. For the longest time I have felt a certain uneasiness in my current apartment but I always told myself I was just trying to blame external factors for internal fuck ups. So, while it was somewhere at the back of my mind, I never really discussed it with any body. And here I have my mother suggesting just the same thing.

I could not resist telling her that I felt the same way but never really gave it so much credence. So, now I am getting calls from my friends who my mother has contacted after reaching India and they are all voicing the same opinion, “Leave that house. May be it is just a silly thought but wont harm you if you move out of that house”. Thankfully, I am due to leave this place in the next two months else I would be battling this with each one of them.

I guess all in all it has been an interesting time, the past few weeks. Fell ill, had my mother to pamper me all the time and experiencing my usual mood swings….