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When all else seems worthless...

I come back to my blog for these reasons:

1. I don't have to continuously read about the current trending topic. Like the demise of Bal Thackeray. 

2. I don't see the links to the obituaries, the well researched articles, the neutral comments and the ones from news channels publishing updates of the situation by the second, the ridiculous jokes and comments about an 86 year old politician who even influenced the Mumbai half of my Maharashtrian family.

3. No body reads my blog anyway. And even if some people do, they seldom reply, so there's no chance of a conversation happening. Just my one sided thoughts.

Today, I drove back from Konkan after an annual diwali vacation with my Grandparents and my Mother. Also, I drove extremely well.

Since people were worried about 'Swedish house mafia' - the electronica group- being stuck in their hotel after the famous death. Obviously they cannot play. So since this is of utmost importance, and so many people tweeted about them, I decided to listen to their music.

Now as I type out my thoughts randomly, I am so glad I am not in Mumbai. So glad I never wanted to be in Mumbai. So so glad that I will never live in Mumbai for longer than a couple of days at a stretch. I cannot support anyone who raised the 'Marathi manoos's' self worth by lowering the others. It's just not done.

The moment they created an 'us and them' situation, we were doomed.

The boy with the broken arm and the lost camera

There was a boy I met once- with a broken arm who lost his camera on a bus. 

His arm isn't broken anymore and he has a new camera; but to me, he will always be the boy with the broken arm who lost his camera on a bus. 

I wonder how it would be if I met him now- without the broken arm, without the regret of the lost camera? Will the image ever change?

But that's my side of the story. I wonder what's his...