(Oct 19, 12:11am)

I'm back to Delhi... reached here at 8am yesterday.. The first day was terrible.. as I contrasted the lazy afternoons spent at home against the obligation to rush to office and spend a harrowing long time..

While in Patna, I used to take afternoon naps... after I had had my lunch and flipped through the newspapers...

I had to struggle to keep awake in office during the evening yesterday..

And it made me morose, as I thought I would be all over again be at work till as late as 8:45 pm and then return to a not so well furnished house and cook my own food..

In Patna, in my home, it was so much more enlivening.. and comfortable..

But, this is life.. Either you get too morose or you think of ways to brighten up your situation.. I would do the latter...

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(Oct 14, 9:19pm)

Will be going back to Delhi on 16th.. which is a Thursday..

This was a long stay at home... 

I was ill, so there was not too much movement... but then, that meant it was more natural.. as if I was never out, living in a different city.. as if this wasn't a holidaying..

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After a long time, I was home on the 14th day of any month.. ever since Mumma's death, if I'm home on a 14th day of a month, I use it for prayers.. and I make sure I put a tuberose garland on her display pic..

It was a good feeling doing that.. It rained, too.. In fact, I was drenched in rain while I was returning from the flower market...

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Some decisions need to be made... Some plans must come to fruition now... I will be making effort for that in the next two months.. and I am sure the Goddess would let the plans fructify..

2014 has been momentous.. I'm sure the Goddess will let that draw to a grander close... At the career front, things again have been very bright.. Yes, it's time for a change in job..

And I'm sure, the change would bring more content,more joy and good money..

The Goddess would ensure that..

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(Oct 5, 10:23am)

Why do I feel stagnation?

The year has been more remarkable than I could have wished for..

A splendid two months in Kashmir, followed by a whirlwind election coverage for a noted news agency..

And then the external affairs ministry.. Yeah, true... I didn't plan to stay on here for a really long time... and it's important for me to get back to print media..

But here's where a choice needs to be made.. what do I want in life? Yes, I know.. I would want to report in Kashmir, get experience, get exposure.. and then move on to the Middle East to become a full time conflict reporter..

It would demand a good amount of hard work, perseverance and at times distinct will power to overcome insecurities..

On the other hand, Delhi will be so much more comfortable.. I am among the elite group of journalists already, covering the foreign ministry and attending big events..

I can switch to a print media with a similar job portfolio.. But what five years down the line? I know I will make a mark, but will I be happy too?

Is success necessarily also content?

Will I not regret that I am not a conflict reporter, threading stories from the lives of people in faraway land, with whom human compassion and nothing else connects me?

Will I get any inspiration for my novel in Delhi, which is as loud as it is crowded? And where priorities almost completely undermine hospitality in order to survive?

I need to decide fast... In fact I asked the Goddess yesterday to decide on my behalf and to also arrange everything... while I did the Vijaya Dashami Aarti..

I told her that She always arranges everything for me... and She should do that for me yet again... and I'm sure whatever She would, would be the best..

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(Oct 1, 10:54am)

No, no... I didn't stop blogging.. I was just without internet ever since I returned home last Monday.. and a bad flu taking a toll on me..

There's so much to share... When I opened the house, God, can't tell you what a mess it was...

A coat of dust had enveloped everything... and how foolish of me I hadn't even covered the furniture with plastic sheet or anything..

So there's this outline of furniture and there is this coat of dust enveloping everything.. Imagine...

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I was frenzied.. I called up my Calcutta aunt.. she suggested when my maids come, I immediately put them into cleaning, and do not engage them into cooking or any other kitchen work..

Food should be home delivered, she suggested.. so that they can devote all their time to cleaning.. I wasn't consoled..

I called up my Masi, who lives half the year in Bangalore, but who has returned Patna for the Durga Pooja and who would be here next four months,.

She asked me to come over..

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I washed and changed at her place... had breakfast too.. and the she planned out that since the maids would be coming only at 9:30, I should first go do whatever marketing I can for mom's yearly shradh rites, which was the next day...

It was 8am then.. So, her driver took me to the new market which is near Patna junction.. we didn't take the car to avoid traffic jams..

He dropped me in byke with all the stuff to my apartment... then the maids did a non-stop 10 hour cleaning..

Meanwhile, the caretaker got me grocery and other stuff, the cable operator came over to connect the set tops which weren't functioning... and once the maids went away at 7:30 pm, I did the rest of teh marketing..

At 9:30pm, when I returned, I cleaned the washrooms, had a bath, and then cleaned the pooja room..

Oh, imagine.. and then I didn't have any sleep.. I had to get up at 4am the enxt day to listen to Mahalaya... which a hymnic ritual, Bengalis listen over the radio religiously one day before the start of Navaratri..

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The whole day was then spent in the Baatsarik or the annual shradh rituals.. and to make things more difficult for me, who had fasted all day, I got drenched in rain when I went to immerse the pooja remnants at the Ganges,,

Next one week, I am on bed... and mostly without internet connection.. as tata photon, which I use, have closed down their services in Bihar..

Between, it's Saptami today...

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(Sep 21, 10:23am)

Hey, I'm catching the train to home this evening... I'll be at my river-side apartment early in the morning tomorrow..

I'm so excited... It's been six months, and I calculated even my Cardiff trip was shorter by a week..

So, this is the longest ever I have been away from home.. It adds to the impatience to be in your own city.. in your own neighbourhood..

One sore point is I'm not having my other friends coming up for Dushehra this time... some juniors are there, who have been texting me excitedly..

Anyway...

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The holy Ganges must be filled with water this time around... It's been raining cats and dogs for the last one week...

How wonderful it would be when I once again sip tea reclining in the armchair in Mumma's balcony... looking at the river that flows by our apartment..

The pure, sprawling river... which is always more mood enhancing during the rains..

I'm so excited..

And, I'd be having good food too.. varieties of fish... and other items...

But I just hope it doesn't rain tomorrow... Tuesday is mom's yearly shradha... and I've to arrange everything tomorrow..

I have asked the maid and the care-taker to come at 9am sharp... It will be a long, tiring day..

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(Sep 14, 11:12pm)

Four years....

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(Sep 13, 6:08pm)

This piece was written in the evening, while in office, and saved in a e-notebook; copy-pasting now

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The clock strikes eight past six.. It's cloudy outside but darkness is yet to settle in.. Towards east, in my home in Patna, it must be darker..

The sun sets earlier in that part of the country... 

Four years back, Shahnaz Aunty was sitting in this orange armchair in our living room.. Mumma sat in the carpet beneath it, with the tea pot and other things in the tray..

Frail, but the smile in her face suggested she would recover fast.. I thought, the day long of dripping, as the doctor had advised, was yielding result...

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It was, I would know later, the last smile God bestowed to her in kindness.. perhaps to add more colors to an already lurid sky.. against a fast disappearing sun..

She served tea to Shahnaz Aunty, asking me then to offer the special chhena sweet we had ordered from Shubhraj.. I did..

They had a talk.. Slowly.. without much words, as she had not been advised to talk much..

Mumma told her I was dearest to her.. which she did after a long time.. perhaps first time ever since our relationship deteriorated following grandmom's death..

We had quarreled over her wastefulness and unsustainable charity in most of the last nine years..

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Shahnaz Aunty took leave of her after the Azan was called out at six and thirty.. She said she would come back to see her the next day, after she returned from college..

She did.. In fact she cancelled her classes, and rushed to the apartment.. She stood by us in our gravest hour of grief.. 

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