Delhi weather sucks, like you don't know it. My flight from Bangalore landed at IGI airport at 7 PM around a week back. I decided that I'm a grown up person and instead of recklessly taking a cab, I should use public transport like a matured citizen. Fair enough. So I went from domestic terminal to T3 in a bus, then took airport metro (which incidentally now has been suspended because it was unsafe for travel) and reached New Delhi Metro station, changed my metro, went to Gurgaon, took a rickshaw and went to DLF phase 3 and then walked. This whole process took me over 2 hours. Incidentally none of the escalators were working at any of the metros. Of course all this while, I was rolling a suitcase which I had to lift up at stairs and dysfunctional escalators. Aaaand Delhi through its weather was mercilessly torturing me as if it was my beloved and felt betrayed on my going to Bangalore and enjoying myself there. I sweat like a pig. No sir, I don't take it very well.
Now life has stabilized since I've reached back home. Past one week was probably one of the most productive week in years. I learnt breast stroke swimming bro! Can you believe it? Without a coach, I learnt it on my own and now I swim like a
fish frog. Nothing in this world can beat the feeling that you get when you finish another lap. Yes, I swim daily for an hour and that is the highlight of my schedule. Everything else is mundane - python and shell scripting and machine learning and vim. Oh yes Vim, I've finally made the switch from Kate to Vim. [Any vim user who might be reading this - please mail me your .vimrc file. I'd be indebted to you for long if I find your .vimrc file useful.
Here is my email id :) ]
And bro, I learnt cooking. I can totally roast a papad now. Okay it is not as tough as some other dishes - you have to put it in microwave for 30 seconds and boom but they say well begins is half done. My mom is insistent that I should learn how to knead flour - who'd knead it for me in California, that's what she fears. I in fact had my first flour-kneading training session today evening itself - I was asked to closely observe my mom while she was kneading it. Fellas - it is an absolutely disgusting thing. I think I'm going to pass tomorrow's practical session. Oh I forgot to mention the link between papad and swimming. So when I come back from pool, mom keeps shikanji ready for me. I come back, roast 2-3 papads for myself and eat them with 2-3 glasses of very refreshing shikanji. Yum!
And have you read
The Immortals of Meluha? If not, buy it first thing in the morning and read it in one go. I haven't read such a gripping novel in years, since
The White Tiger probably. I bought it at Bangalore airport, read it four an hour while waiting for my flight, then for two hours in my flight. During my mere 7 KM journey from airport to Gurgaon which incidentally took my 2.5 hours on 4 different modes of transport as well. I've realized finally - fiction within Indian settings clicks best with me. And Amish has very subtly synced his fiction with myth. Must read. And while I write this, second volume of the Shiva trilogy,
The Secret of the Nagas lies on my bed.
Yes darling, I'm coming in two minutes. You're next. This is pretty much all from my side. Been long since I heard from my loveliest fellow bloggers. What are you guys upto? And while you key in a comment in the box below this post, you could listen to
this extra-amazing song in backdrop. You're welcome, bro! :)
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