Return of the king...

At the possibility of creating a CR infringment and stuff like that, I still brave on, for what else is an apt title for this blogpost, braving adversity and change to create itself from the current nothingness or need of either the creator or reader to warrant its presence.
To break the month long slumber of this blog, it braves on, muscle and sword in hand to yet establish a connection between the different factions that created it, gave it life, blood, only to abandon it in times of full frolic work responsibilities, hardships and all that kind of stuff.
Before the onset of yet another harsh american winter full of suprises, market crashes, chori, dakayti, births, rebirths, autumn falls, house shifts, cartons unpacking, cramping urself in 748 sft of urban illusion of space, before all this came the summer.
Having discovered the tastes of varies foodstuffs like pancakes, shrimps, fishes, chicken, pastas, crabs, lobsters, waffles, and all else foreign and forgotten, my taste buds suddenly started longing for home food. Home smells, flavours, places, everything "home". Friend of mine asked an interesting question- 026 where are thy abode? Whr is your home? MN, WI, NJ, CT, UP, AP, RJ....BBSN...CAL...
Silly question. Of Course home is where the heart is...or whr u have spent yor childhood.It a trite question for me.Could be interesting to ask 021 this question- one who never stayed in one place for more than 5 yrs.In all probability he is gonna say CA.Good for him.
So well almost 11 yrs out of "home" this nostalgia makes me irritated more than sick...how can it be...whatever happened to mans adaptibility and stuff....why do i miss vegetarian food....why cant i get kadhi chawal out of my head...why do i want to wake up in carpet waala room, with sun shining on my face...and no electricity at home...why do i think of lighting and thunder and rains pouring on the red bricks lining the lawn....i d not even think of just the wonderful times like holi diwali...even the time i had chicken pox and typhoid and lay in bed the whole day comes to me with a sweet longing smell....
So i wait...
Wait for the return...its said the thought and emotion is stronger than what one actually feels when one achieves something he has been longing for....I feel like I am in the forst semester of my hostel again....
And that feeling my friend is worth a thousand lives...for what follows was jst fun and frolic!!

Need a break?

People need a break from all kinds of activities. Some need a break from break, some need it from relatives, friends, moms, places, things, scenary, movies.I need a break from break.

Ok let me explain that.

Since my coming to the land of golden opportunities, I have been on a perpetual break. Break from husband( that actually started before i came here), break from work, break from family, break from Minneapolis, now break from Wisconsin, break from friends....

You would say thats not break..thats change..change in the current situation in life. Sematically i would like to argue. Change is permanent. Break is not. Simple.

So well now i am having a break in communication from the outside world. The reason I still choose to do the expressively futile activity of blogging without getting and sign of life in return is the hope that like Jadoo or its earlier version E.T maybe somewhere out there is listening and would help me get a break from this break.

ooooooooommmmmmmmmm

ahmazing

its amazing how one can get used to not voicing what he feels inside.That happens to one as vociferous as me only when I am not sure of what and how i feel inside.

Its been two full months since the time I last wrote. So you can either assume I was too busy and preoccupied with other things in life or you can assume that I didnt want to communicate.

Communication has a way of backfiring at me.I communicate and usually it has dire consequences.

Like today.I wish i had kept my trap shut.

So anyways, people who have been to midwest should know what I am talking about what I mention the Lambeau field.Its the single most impressive places in the city of green bay.Its the home turf of the Packers and in one singular visit I learnt more about american football than i could ever have by looking at the net and at the game itself. i wish we indians, apparently a cricket obsessed nation could have such a place in our homeland- a true dedication to the game and the players who made it famous and passionate.

If wishes were horses.

I am now a convert, Go Pack go!

i wish we could see a game played on the beautiful green field once...

Success at last!

Inspired by my sister, I finally succeeded in migrating some of my older posts from a previous blog to this one...if only blogspot had a functionality that could enable that transition with ease...it would have been quite an achievement..i spent a good hour migrating just about 1% of my total blog history!

But people, I have arrived finally, sans the guilt of putting the URL of a private, undercover, group website...

Yo!

Forgetting

Ok I know I already got my share of webspace for today.. what if we all eventually get alzheimer's disease one day...we all forget what we experieced, thought or who we were....?? would a blog help us in remebering it all... If it does..then I must write everything.....everything i will want to remember...quite a task....