Expectations are fragile structures. They fall down in the tempest of truth and when reality is exploded they are burnt into ashes, but always leaving a reminder to smoulder : dreams are futile in a cut-throat world.*
The myth of Bangalore where I believed money is waiting for my arrival to sneak into my purse, got exploded at the first night itself. Money won't stay in your pocket unconditionally. Money needs you as much as you need it.
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Bangalore gave me a friend, Anwar, and his fluid thoughts. Hypertextuality of the web world, where there are no linear narratives, seems to be the mould where Anwar's mind is cast (No wonder he is a technocrat). His urge to be on the move and to go into exile is to be connected with the randomness at which he thinks. Hyperlinks are the camps to slough off yesterdays and to defer tomorrows. A subversion of the grand narratives of settlement and linearity.His reflections are up against my desire to settle somewhere.I'am always in search of oasis, whereas he the deserts.Still, I can lend my ears to him.
