Never thought would be in Delhi this long! Today we got keys for the second flat that we are going to move. We thought we will stay in one flat until we move out of Delhi. But the flat owner wanted to move in. I was searching for a flat for a month. Then, as it happened many times in my life, everything fell into place quickly. Yesterday I met the new flat owner, signed the contract and got the keys.

I have been moving out of houses every two years. Mom thought by getting me married I will keep my … in a single place. Hmm…doesn’t seem to happen so far.

I thought I will continue to ne an independent consultant. But the recent financial crunch since the dept changed the payment terms is making me rethink that. Given a choice between putting food on the table for the family & pursuing my heart’s desire, I would choose the first any day ( especially after Piyo’s birth).

So I have started to approach head hunters again for a job. I know it would be a cultural change from being independent to be subjected to employment. But hey I have already been an employee. Right? It should just be fine.

This Jan has been a troublesome month. Too many dilemmas and too many troubles.

House owner told me to vacate- have been here for 2 years and Rani finds this locality comfortable. But now we have to change.

And the woes of independent consulting also afflicted me this time – my invoice is not yet paid for two months. Since this is single source of revenue, it has constrained me financially.

And few other minor irritants too. Hopefully I get past all of these without becoming insane. Some god-sent good news, any good news, will cheer me.

Talk of attrition. We made presentation before the new (senior) Minister today. In fact got another presentation before the junior minister now at 5.30.

Winter is felt harsh in the night and I’m wearing two sweaters while sleeping. Mind you, it is with oil filled radiator switched on. Sleeping next to heater wearing two sweaters is not possible. Add to it the rounding of dear Piyo during the night. You don’t know if you are kissing his feet or his head (and sometimes his tummy too). Being a father is difficult, even while sleeping!

Since return from Bangalore, I have been having wheezing everyday. In fact it was so heavy that I had to visit a doc and get medications; I was also on bedrest. Though I’m getting better, I am still suffering from it constantly.

New photos album having photos uploaded via mobile

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In Bangalore we had a rhythm. We had a schedule. We knew what is going to happen.

But here in Delhi we don’t know. We don’t know the language; we don’t know how climate will turn into; I don’t know if my contract will extend; we just don’t know what will happen next minute. That is frustrating. But that is life too.