Back in those days when a lot of people we know had a lot of time, when mails were more than deadlines, reminders and FYIs, when spammers were not a force to reckon with, opening the mail box to check the number of unread mails was an instant means of gratification. You felt needed, important [even if you were on a bcc list on a mail sent to 25 odd people]. And on a warm sunny day that arrives after two whole weeks without access to email, the anticipation to know the number of cute, fuzzy, like-freshly-baked-my-grannys-cookies mails was quite an exciting feeling. So, you let the dial up lines yawn, moan and then roar and wait for the explorer to open on your 128 MB machine, stare at the blue status bar on the IE and when the magical number finally appears ....
Which is quite how I felt when I landed in Bangalore :) I don't know what I expected - but not much has changed (the flyover next to DD is not built for one!). However, there are a couple of observations that need a trained eye, or a prolonged absence to notice. The miniscule extension of Airport road on the opposite side of kempfort for example. This however hasn't made a difference to the traffic jams in the mornings because you see, the drivers haven't really noticed the extension [And you thought I was understating it when I said miniscule!]
And what is with the dogs? The number of sexually frustrated dogs in the road has risen exponentially! The watchman noticed my horror today morning as I was leaving for work, smiled with a touch of wisdom that comes with age and remarked, "Season time sir!". He might as well be talking about mangoes. I am not sure what they are doing at three in the morning - but I can tell you it is causing a lot of noise. The dogs of these days, I tell you!
Have lots of stories about my journey back [I was worried that I would be forced to break a three year record this time. But no! Rathish's co-passenger is yet again a septuagenarian! The world rejoices at the unbelievable consistency of our local super hero]. Beyond all cynicism, It feels so good to be back :) A four letter feeling that's spelt h.o.m.e.