Places too many

This is my first blog. This is not my first thought. But it still special because an Html page is different from a randomness beating around in the head. So lets talk about me. An easy topic for the authoress, though one of the many things she knows only vaguely about. Actually no, lets also please involve the cities i lived in.

I was born in a desert floating on oil. Brought up in a city with watery skies, and three generations of a deep rooted family who had missed my birth in the far away land, but didnt miss anything else. I painted at two, spoke at three (after therapy, of course), and somewhere down the line, under the disapproving glances of the teacher and my young pretty mother, started preferring my left hand. the world's largest minority. Am i boring you? Ah well, its my page. And this about as interesting as my life gets. Trust me.

I here that my mum cried when i got my first glasses at 6, and told her i never knew trees were this green. Talk about a bad Hindi movie dialogue. I was a drama queen even at 6!

My mum DIDNT cry when i left house at 18 to move down South to study in a college with ostentatiously high tution fees. But I cried. Bawled all the way from the droopy city of my childhood to this new shiny town which i decided to hate right away. Did i already mention the drama queen part? Aw well, i warned you.

I hated the town for about 8 months, then decided that the weather here wasnt too bad. Add 6 months, and i was already in love with the campus. Now i swear by Pecos.

I am working now. The last year saw my moving and living in 3 cities. Of course i moped, and of course i didnt initially see these as very pleasant thing happening to me. I can sometimes hate change. But i did get to see Sharukh khan's house. And i did read 'Such a long journey' over apples and coffee, just because i moved to this wonderfully throbbing city. To get the feel of the city. and boy o boy, did I get it. Ans not only through the book.
I did move back to Bangalore again, but Bombay has chosen to sit in my fondest memories and not move. Good. I like it that way.

Right now i am in a country where every mountain top was once a shooting locale for a Khan movie. Thankfully the Khans found other places to romp around in, leaving me in peace to enjoy the prettiness of the country. It really is pretty. Solitude and nature becomes me. And a good bank balance. And Converse shoes. Here comes my first smiley...... :)


Sometimes i think I moved a lot of cities. Then i think about all those kids who moved school almost every year. I went to only two in my life(and then too, the first one doesnt count seeing as how i only went to lkg there). Sometimes I think I've seen it all. And i want to crawl inside me and STAY. Sometimes i want to give me a rap in the head for being such a bum, and i want to move a lot more and see a lot more places. Am i contradicting myself? Told you that i know me only vaguely.


Apart from this, and a few other minor and major mishaps, and screwups, and judgemental errors and accidents, my life has been pretty ok. The cities are doing fine too. :)