The first bob dylan song I loved was motorpsycho nitemare. I fell in love with him ever since. Here is the song for you.

Delhi has been rocking since the last two weeks; the rains along the comfortable temperatures and not-so-comfortable traffic jams it brings, is not the only contributor. The Kanwars have played the major role in making Delhi more animated and my journeys interesting. Every morning, on my way to office, I while my time watching the Kanwars, clad in saffron shorts and tees, walk, carrying their burden on their shoulders. Every evening, I'm greeted by trucks carrying loads of excited Kanwars returning from their pilgrimage, packed into trucks which are equipped with huge boom speakers and generators to power them, dancing all the way. The music they play is also interesting; one might even feel that the ecstatic Kanwars have created mini discos with lively music within the confines of each truck. However, if one listens carefully, one will notice that the music being played are Bhajans sung to the tune of Punjabi Dance music or romantic bollywood numbers. I may be an atheist, but this kind of music almost convinces me that God is omnipresent (thank God, it falls just short of convincing me).

While watching astronauts perform space walks, and repair the hubble telescope, I was wondering if astronauts still get excited about visiting other foreign countries? Strangely, of all the interviews of astronauts I have read, I never heard the interviewer ask this question. If it was me, this would be the first question I'd ask.

Some people, behind my back, complain that I try to be different and obnoxious at the same time.
Maybe it is true, but its not going to help them, because I love being obnoxious. Its just that I don't care if they like me, but I love it if they hate me.

This post is for Sh@s, someone whose blog I love to read. She complained that there are no updates on this blog, so this is for her, and I'll try to key a few random thoughts in while I still have access to a friend's computer.

Joan Baez, performing at Camp Casey, before singing her Where have all the people gone's and Diamonds and Rust's joked: "I get these brilliant ideas and then they fade from my mind, plus I can’t read any more."

It is much the same with me. I do get these ideas that seem brilliant when I get them, sometimes I follow them, mull over them, and then they don't seem so good. At other times, I just forget about them.

My problem isn't that I can't read though. My problem, is that I don't own a laptop, or a smartphone, and any post that I make has to be made during office hours from my office desktop, which is pretty limiting. Yes, I am a software engineer.

I take pictures with my camera, and don't find enough time to gimp them when I'm in office.

I subscribe to about thirty blogs, and just about manage to read them all on google reader.

Delhi is killing. I leave home at 7:30 in the morning, more often than not, the newspaper wouldn't have arrived by then. The days when the newspapers arrive, I have a not-so-boring time in the pot-tee. I remember my dad multitasking a lot in the pot-tee - he'd always go to the pot-tee with a radio in one hand, and his shaving equipment clutched in the other, and always managed to listen to the morning news and do his shaving - and we didn't have a western toilet then. That is what I call skill.

I try to avoid the evening traffic and leave office after 8. I reach home only by 9:30, and have just enough time to make myself a raita or some khichri for dinner. I'd love to get back to my music, and have been planning that for a long time. I'd love to get back to my work-outs - which have taken a back-seat since I shifted to Delhi - and have to find some way of doing that.

I love Delhi, I hate Delhi.

At this point, I can only hope that this hasn't sounded like rant. That was not my intention. Sh@s, I just want to tell you that, I want to write, but things don't always work out the way I want. Delhi is killing. After nine years in South India, it is difficult to get used to Delhi. :)

P.S. - @Sh@s, I'm writing this post on the last day of my vacation which I spent partly in Bangalore and partly in Vellore. Isn't it ironic?