I'm blogging again and that too thanks to Phillip Winn, a wise tech sage, who was wise enough to point out the reason why my front page had been showing up blank ie no entry meant a clean slate. Yup, now everything begins at a clean slate, my readership on this website has plummeted, my readers on the asstr site are demanding that I end the story of Cupid's Kiss and Stephanie and my washing machine needs servicing, floors need to be scrubbed, curtains need to be changed, house needs to be painted, I need to get my driving licence renewed, get my kid's uniform and extra pair of Superman underwears(Aayan's undies ;not mine, silly), one foot pedicure (since the right foot still has a broken pinky) and ... did I lose you somewhere between Superman underwear and pedicures?

But, seriously when one moves some 6450 miles away from what had been home for four years back to their own country and find their home close to becoming a bhoot bhangla (a ghost house) and find their scenic view of coconut trees replaced by shitty little hell holes called homes with their owners planting their butts outside your gate what would you expect.

Seriously, today I saw three women squatting outside our gate. They were sitting there and chattering away and when I asked our caretaker who the women were and to shoo them off I was told that they were my next door neighbors who had formed the habit of squatting under the shade of our gate and spent their afternoon gossiping.

I was shocked. People actually do that? I am an Indian, lived in India most of my life but this was new to me.

The reverse culture shock is happening on a daily bases from the overcrowded malls, to nasty traffic jams and to a garden that refuses to get tamed along with my rusty driving skills that is keeping me at home.

I'm feeling overwhelmed and it might take some time before I can feel the comfort of having a set routine along with time and energy to blog at a regular pace.