I’m an introvert. And I’m picky about whom I interact with. This didn’t cause me any trouble when I was young, or even when I was in Belgium. However, after my return to India, I started feeling lonely. Feeling lonely, I started behaving erratically. That was a trouble – to me and others.

So in beginning of this year, I decided to go out of my shell and make contacts; not necessarily friends, but acquaintances. Knowing my personality, I limited myself to make just 4 new contacts. Looking back, I pat myself. I have much more than four contacts. True, every time I made efforts to build up a contact, they left to different places – but the lead kept me going.

Interestingly, I was able to establish contact with an old friend of mine, who was busy settling down in the dreamland. Also, I made two contacts because of photoblog.

So all in all, I could be well satisfied.

Last week, I was sick. I was sick to the extent of taking bed rest for 3 days. Once I was bit ok, I decided to go out, because I was so bored staying in bed. On Saturday morning, I went for shopping.

In the evening, we went to ‘After the sunset’. Before getting into the movie part, I should mention the way PVR group has utilized technology. Booking tickets over mobile is nothing new, but they have completely automated it with voice recognition. Once complete, they send an SMS with booking number. It is that simple.

The movie was good. Superbly good. The plot, dialogues, sceneries, everything. It is an action comedy movie and both aspects are well handled. Even my sister – who normally sleeps during English movies (she slept through Pearl Harbour! ) – enjoyed it thoroughly.

Whenever I was asked by people for my number, I borrow a term used by Phoebe in Friends, “I don’t know my number; I don’t call myself!” My little brain cannot hold too much information. So last time I got an opportunity, I got a number whose last digits represented my birthday. So it was easy to remember for all the family members.

One of the main concerns that I had when I’d to move out of Chennai, was that I’ll have to forgo that number. After I reached Bangalore, I asked for the same last 5 digits. They agreed. But as luck would have it, it got delayed further and further. It got complicated too. Customer service would block the number for me. But the technical team would come back saying that the number is locked for someone and cannot be given. I tried explaining that it was indeed given to me. This cycle continued for at-least two numbers.

I was about to give up and then one lady from customer service came for my aid. She spoke with technical team as well the customer facing team and got me a fancy number: 99458-jjude. Don’t think anyone gets a number like this. Now if you can’t figure that out it is 99458-55833.

As of Sunday (13th) 23h00 (yes, an hour before midnight), I moved to an apartment near office. It is just 10 min drive from office. But all other items will move later. I moved in with just the bare minimum.

I got sick the very next day. Bangalore is so dusty and cold. I was sleeping as I used to in Chennai (not going to get into details here 😉 ). I woke up the next day to have severe cold and sore throat. I still have.

And as of today, I’ve a Samsung x05 laptop from work. I desist taking work to home. But being a project manager, I got to give presentations and join in web meetings for which a laptop is handy. So my boss said, no way you get a laptop. So here I am posting this from laptop.

Despite all my concerns of driving in India, we had an awesome 6 hour drive to Bangalore. Until I rent an apartment, I’m staying in my sister’s house. Bangalore is dusty and cold. Will take sometime to get adjusted to it. With all the dispute going on between IT industry and state ruling party politicians, is it a wrong time to move to Bangalore?

I believe on intuition greatly. In the beginning of the year, even as I was in personal failure, I repeatedly felt that it is going to be a good year. So far it has been. Also when I rented a beach house, I told my mom quite a few times that it was temporary. She used to chide me for the nomadic mentality. But see what happened?

I’m still learning to differentiate between intuition and wishes and nightmares.