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Gurdas comes calling

Gurdas had sent us a mail a few weeks back informing that he would visit Bangalore soon. I was so caught up with the wreck that is my life that doing a follow up completely slipped my mind.

So Gurdas (fondly called Gorudas-a slave of cows!) called me up tonight and it was only then that I recalled receiving the email. Caught up with a lot of things. Rahul is in TISCO, Jamshedpur. Amarendra was last spotted somewhere in Jamshedpur. Shukanto-the biggest mystery of our batch-has apparently accomplished something commendable, although Gurdas couldn't really recall what it was. I just wish these people would take sufficient initiatives to be in touch with us. Living in the social fringe hardly helps. I should know!

I informed Gurdas about Bads being in the US, slated to come to India soon for a month-long stint after which he'll be back there. Gurdas enquired if he's coming to India just for laundry! We had a laugh.

Gurdas leaves for Mumbai tonight and I so wish we could schedule a meeting. Well, maybe next time. Nice to catch up with an old buddy!

Addendum: It seems the surdar is incapable of thinking of any place in Bangalore South of Koramangala! So when I said that JP Nagar was further South than what his limited imagination would let him think (Koramangala, of course!), he joked that I was probably in Kanyakumari!

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Anonymous said…
Laundry Eh?! One wonders if u guys ever wash them too.. For all you know ..u never do.

And yeah..Koramangla is the last frontier of civilized world...anything south is just Farmland..
Monday, May 29, 2006 7:16:00 AM
Deepanjan said…
Anything south of Koramangala is farmland.
Anything north of Koramangala is farmland.
Anything east of Koramangala is farmland.
Anything west of Koramangala is farmland.

Conclusion: Koramangala is the heartland of Bangalorean farmland.
Monday, May 29, 2006 7:39:00 AM
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