Bangalore was fun. Met my friend from school days. Did lots of shopping at Lacoste. The real deal. I have pics. Went to a couple of pubs (pubs in Bangalore == bars in Vancouver, bars == something else). Ate LOTS of food. Saw few temples, palaces, walked bare-foot and burnt my feet. Went to church and heard the call to prayer from the mosque next door. That is the essence of India. Left for Goa.
Life has been a bit strange of late. I've gone from being incredibly happy to depressingly sad. I don't quite have the answers to why that is and I am not really sure I care to find out. I almost feel like its easier to give up than try and work towards some worthwhile conclusion to the problem. I love going on vacation. I hate coming back from there. Generally, when I get back from vacation, I go through a period of adjustment that starts with the lack of sleep (because I am usually not in the same time zone as my vacation destination was), self-pity and loathing at the state I left my place in, in my hurry to get out of here. It progresses to outright hatred of having to go back to work and dealing with the routine in general. I resolve to find better things to do in life, learn more, improve myself, lose weight etc etc. And eventually, I end up no further than where I was, where I've been for over 2 years. I can find any number of reasons and excuses to make this someone...
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