Scoot over please, so that I may step in with consummate ease...

Am freshly back from a major verbal war with the bank dude. My account is yet to be activated, and I wholeheartedly threw my caustic best at him. Plus the branch is tiny, and even my even-keeled voice carried easily. Poor guy. It was his bad luck really, to have come after I attacked the cell phone person for not getting me connected yet...because the latter got off easier, I think. Basically, things are just not working. I've been looking out for a place to stay for three weeks now, and neither has that been successful. Oh, and plus, this evening, I got locked out of current place of residence because of bad coordination in terms of timing my arrival. This, however, happens to me a lot. I agree to meet someone at their place, and go there too early, or too late, or at a time when they are just not expecting me. They are gone, I'm left on the road, I wait for hours, and so on.

These things get resolved though, eventually. Stories are made too. This evening I spent a couple of hours walking back and forth on a 500 metre stretch outside the locked house. I bought a whole bunch of Iyengar bakery 'plain' buns and got the stray dogs onto my side with treats. At least that was fun. Next time I can go to the bank with canine ammunition in tow.

Work, on the other hand, is quite lovely. I have barely six colleagues, all of whom are smiley, easy-going and are willing to shake a leg. Long hours don't seem so long therefore. Gaining a sense for the way things work is another plus.

The city, is a whole different story. Bus travel is expectedly unpredictable, crowded, and physically tiring. But fun, lots of fun. Lots of mini-exercise sessions trying to balance yourself inside the vehicle. Also, lots of unstructured relationships. And I'm the sort who really thrives on unstructured relationships. The random faces you see every other day in the bus, its kind of nice to keep seeing those faces again and again. Smiles..etc. And then the iron person along the way from the bus-stop to work, the old woman who sits on her verandah reading the newspaper. Smiles there too. No structure really, but quite lifting nevertheless. Speaking of travel, recently had my first motorcycle ride after ages, and it was s-c-a-r-y. You are an inch away from these huge, effluent generating trucks and buses and so on. If you fall off, you're really done for. I just close my eyes. And place my trust in hope.

Updates end here. Stories to follow, maybe...