Moving Day - AAAH!

I woke up this morning, happy and blissful in my sleepy-happiness and began to think about my life. (What else is new?)

Curled up in my bed, I came to a not so unobvious but nevertheless important realization.

About the weather in Bangalore.

The weather in Bangalore, even in the dead of summer, is harmless. Its not a physical presence, threatening to smother you with every breath you take. No, no, it goes about its business, and you go about yours. Rarely does it get in the way, its like an affable neighbor. The sunlight illuminates what needs to be illuminated. It serves the purpose of beauty, when it filters through the leaves in the garden outside. It makes the day, bright and cheery.

But never trust your neighbors, because you never really know who they are. The two-faces of the sun prove this beyond any inkling of a doubt. The weather aka the sun, in Chennai is actually the Grand Master of the Evil League of Evil (screw that dead horse or whatever guy). His life goal is to kill us with his intense bone scorching hotter than hell power. His militant, out of control, fuck you!, tyranny turns the otherwise happy, pleasant, sometimes even cultured people into well...Chennaiites - the summer edition. When he finds out that the more fortunate ones indulge in a mass exodus to saner places like Bangalore or Ooty, he burns even more wrathfully. The ones left in the city, well I fortunately don't know what happens to them, I tend to head the mass exodus.

But evil aside, I'm glad we live in Bangalore, where the weather is happy. And it likes me (the climactic pattern of Karnataka was created solely out of deference to me, of course). And it understands the concept of benign and indifference.

:)

On another note, we're MOVING!

The movers are here.

Ironically, despite all our cross-contiental moves - I was almost never around for the put your life and comfort zone in cold, dark, dank cardboard boxes and have them carted away by strange muscle men part of it. I'm afraid I'm not a fan. Especially when they put my books away; I really don't like. I can here them taping up boxes and sliding it across the floor as we...write. To that place. That commune of people in big shiny houses who seem more than a little out of touch with reality. (Because I'm so in tune :) )

On that note, I must go. Life supercedes this blog. Showers and other hygeine matters call. And if I am not careful, all my stuff may disappear, so I really should go now.