Delhi is under siege, and how

So like a resolve of a bull, i did manage to come back and write something. It wasn't difficult after all. So much has happened in a day' time that it can be retold with an awesome flair by anyone who has merely witnessed it.

Delhi is under siege again. This is to say that when I got calls all the way to the night, I knew I had to say 'I was ok', but not in context to what. 

In the morning, Delhi suffered one of those man-made attacks, a bomb blast in this case which has caused about 12 deaths and many injuries and some more callousness. I hesitate to even call it 'unfortunate' or 'sad' and 'inhuman' because I know not what amongst these or outside these or including these, this circumstance is. i can't help but feel exposed, to an outside world that is staring at the 'seat of power' too hard, that has the 'hub of politics' on it's radar or the view finder. That deliberate swallow and gulping down the self-assurance that 'nothing will happen', 'there are so many people here, you're not alone', 'there's the unconquerable human spirit', 'You can always run' have become such a weary-with-use emotion. 

In the evening, Delhi suffered another jolt, a literal jolt. While I was on the phone with Zoo, i felt the earth shake. And then I re-evaluated and I was still feeling it shaking. I remarked to Zoo but quickly glossed over. I exclaimed to her that only today was I reading a report from Hindustan Time that states Delhi to be in a seismic zone and how Delhi is so vulnerable. http://www.hindustantimes.com/Delhi-among-30-cities-at-high-risk-seismic-zone/Article1-742763.aspx

10 minutes into the conversation, one of my flatmates, with face-pack on her skin asks if I could feel something and I said yes, i did feel the tremors. 10 more minutes later when I was still talking to Zoo, one of my other flatmates padded along and asked if I felt something. I said yes but it's been a while. So she said that 'dude I was on the phone at that point'. The funny part is that all of us must have been on our telephones when the tremors happened. And it's almost satiric that we had so carefully allowed the shock to filter, to subside and then ooze out, almost like a choreography. Even more satirically, I had this overwhelming urge to put on my computer, Twitter and break it to the rest of the world. And alas, I wasn't the only one. I was thinking the news had already traveled and trended some. Delhi/NCR/Parts of Haryana had just witnessed an earthquake measuring 6.6 on the richter scale with the epicentre yet to have been determined. 

anyhow it's passed and behind us. i came here, in the first place to write because i thought I get consumed by an overpowering urge to self-actualize. In doing so, I usually read more without understanding much, do a  couple of surya namaskar to feel healthier and write. Why I think by writing I would self-actualize is something I have no recollection of. 

Later

Memory of the memories

Long time..been almost a year since I wrote on this one.

In the interim..id migrated to anythinkgoes.wordpress.com, along with a friend, who had become 2 friends, and will continue on that but I was thinking maybe I write much faster and think much faster on a blogspot.com rather than a wordpress.com

So but blogs are also just like long-distance telephone call with a long-distance friend. The lesser you talk, the lesser you have, to talk and vice-versa.

Anyhow, i wouldn't even attempt reviewing this whole year. I might attempt to review what I have missed writing however. Missed writing about a hell lot, the shift from Mumbai to Delhi, the laptop to the netbook, from the first year to the 2nd year at work, from Zoo to Minkie and then without both, from the struggling, teetering new kid on the block, to a slightly seasoned one.

But while I'm here at this moment of time with ticking seconds and not years galloping ahead, I will take a moment to breathe in, breath out and lurch hesitatingly ahead in this blog.

There have been a zillion times that I've wished to write. I've stopped short at making a few keyword notes of them on my phone or sponging them into my memory and then done nothing about them. The truth is that memories become stronger only if you replay them, in head or on paper lest they become mere specks of somethings that were, or could've been.

I might as well blame it on my reading more, consuming more, leeching more. I may as well blame it on 140 characters, beyond which my brain resists a little, on Twitter and a whole world that it has opened, on longer work hours and shorter sleep hours leading to a more wasted and indolent body. I put this casualty of no-blogging on all of these and more.

anyhow, now that I've begun this, i wish to talk about much more. social media, digital media, Twitter, ads, marketing, Delhi, Indore, SEO/SEM (#hehe), movies, how businesses are run and how they almost run over employees like us and about much more angst and turbulence.

let's see of the fresh lease of life and the second coming. Never mind it'll be coming from an overworked pair of typing hands and an even more worn out pair of butts planted on a sagging brown bean bag.

Later