AAuu Reboir, thankyu

Finally have managed to solve the blog jhol. Could see my blog after ages. Saakshaat Vithu paavla asa vatle. No thats a hyperbole because I am partly opiated by sleep at an unearthly hour, and partly disabled by the synaesthesias created by a tab of Ativan.
My sense of coordination has gone for a toss.I can feel the ataxia of my drunken fingers....so it shall be an acheivement if I can type sometihing compos mentis out of this.The mosambi peel seems thicker than usual...and the bibs set my jaw in to a jigThe ease with which the bolus of half masticated mosambi pulp slides through the esophagus creates a musical whoosh, thud as it lands into the fundus of the stomach.GLP sears through,stomach distends and opium flushes the gray gyri and sulci again.
Dont trip me, I shall fall. But it wont hurt. My feet feel like rubber.

Anyways: I know I am not as sugarily endowed or DENTally delectable as my cousin Denty...but i do need to say thanks to many soulkeepers who bore with my passive aggressive rants while I stayed with them in the US.

Ramu--had never lived so long with my brother since 10 years. And I have had a friends in the past where distance led us apart.

To Shalini...to whom I might have been a pain in the back. But I was very frustrated by all the inactivity, and would unconsciously project it on to her.But she was gracious and forgiving and .........no I never cooked when she did.

Lakshmi: aap mahaan ho.In all the stress of your painfully overkill schedule you did so well. Tumhara khana naseeb hua, bahut hua.

Rajesh- never knew you , hadnt seen much of you before.But I thoroughly enjoyed the one month I spent at Reading......have chitappa also to thank.

Ananya: I had the opportunity to see your toddler years which I might not get to see again.Everyone here still misses you.

Denish:You have had hard times.But the effort of travelling 2 hrs to make it to Norwood and be with us was heartening.

Vidya and Kiruba: Aapki shaadi mubarak.I told you once Vidya...jitna door tum ghar se raho, utne paas tum gharwalon ke ho jaate ho.This country rocks

At 17000 ft above ground level, I had written a different post to publish on blogger later.It was an assesment of my stay there as a summary. Shall post it some time later.Abhi my eyes are droopy.My touch on my skin feels unusually smoothened out.My nostrils are roomy with smells of the night.Getting arrectores pilorum -----feels like some Rushdiesque surreal mangrove forest with gods and heath and flies.And even thoughts wafting around like ghosts, randomly, unhindered.If you want to experience it go into the small cirrus of neurotransmitter puff.Maybe the midnight's children are transmitting waves through arabesque walls of Allhambrasque mosques and lapis lazuli laden spitoons.Not the best of times to reflect on gains and losses and existentialist kitsch.

Abu Reboir.Hic Hic. --(diaphragm ka bhi muscle relax ho gaya Ativan se)

Phunny

This is odd. I am able to post on the blog, but not view it. Anyone more enlightened on the subject to help? This is the ultimate karma cola - keep posting, not to see what shows to others.

Long time

Having some problems accessing my blog from home. Unable to post anything.Hope this goes through.As activity trundles along at varying pace, life and time go on incessantly, prefrontal lobotomised.