The quintessential mid life crisis

Last week, an event took me back in time. Decades actually - when I was probably around 10 years or so (standard IV at best). Looking through those Sepia-tinted times, I remember the humble lives we led. Walking to schools, getting a ride on dad's cycle, playing cricket with plastic balls and makeshift bats, and watching Chitrahaar on portable B&W TVs - mostly at a friendly neighbour's house. For the uninitiated, Chitrahaar was a bouquet of songs that was telecast semi weekly on Wednesdays and Fridays. 6 songs over 30 minutes. This was also where impressionable minds would receive their first lessons in love (not used as a euphemism for birds and bees). Oh that feeling of excitement and mystery surrounding the subject. How could I not be baptised? Every time that the song "Aa ja aayi Bahar, dil hai bekarar" would show up on Chitrahaar, it would set my heart into motion. Let me justify. The song portrayed the yearnings of a princess, stepping into adulthoo...

This blog post almost got relegated to obscurity.  Considering the period of inactivity (since early 2015), I should actually reframe that - This blog post actually got relegated to obscurity. And it took a couple of colleagues from work to remind me that I should pull it out from there and update it. Now co-workers/colleagues following your blogs do not exactly give you the 'YAY' moment. You instead become contemplative -  Which post did they actually read?  What nonsense did I write there? Did they share with others - was it well intentioned (or "I alway knew this guy was hairy, pot-bellied, smelly, with yellow teeth. And his blogs prove he is a fuckin retard too.") So I gently nudged them on how they got hold of the link. The response left me somewhat startled. Apparently, my Skype profile lists out the name of this blog (which I would have proudly entered during the heights of stardom).  So let me get this clear. You click on my picture >...