Holler !!!

Am backkkk - will try to stay, will be my only refrain :P. Life has been mostly as usual, job, masti, job again. The title has much to do with Half of a Yellow Sun, a wonderful novel by Chimamanda Adichie, a description of the war-stricken nation of Biafra, which could cede itself for 3 years from Nigeria, before Nigeria with UK backing successfully killed millions of lives into submission. Do ask your parents (1968-71) - did they ever hear about this small country and their struggles ? Its amazing how much gets killed in the world around us and we tom-tom about our 8.9% GDP - sets one thinking ...

I have been getting a lot nostalgic nowadays - small things set my mind yearning for Woh kagaz ki kashti, woh baarish ki paani ... today in the morning, I crossed somebody who smelt like the smartly creased exam-papers in my school freshly printed the morning / night before. The morning sun brutally reminds me of my school mornings and falling leaves evoke memories of those long evening walks which seemed so perfunctory back then. Nowadays, my mind can clearly etch details I thought I had long forgotten - those platoon preparations, the karate back roundhoicks, the sleepy classes - its as if, my mind is set to write a redux cut all over again...

Well, I hope this start doesn't end up stillborn yet again..cya :).