That time of year...

It's that time of the year...my first ever actually, where you manage the complex optimization exercise between location, content, people & pain to come up with where you get staffed. I've already had enough. I have two more weeks to go on my marathon first study - content is pretty much wrapped up, just 2 weeks of blitzkreig flights in Gujarat.

Its so friggin hot in that state - thank god for Swati Snax...

Been expecting it for a while but now that we’re in April – May seems a reality… Now that might sound like the most obvious statement ever but I hope you feel the unfortunate shame in its arrival’s close linkage with my departure from Bombay, especially when:

1. I finally know Shivaji Park from Prabhadevi
2. I can change cars by pulling over on real flyovers which are not necessarily highways, but could be highways
3. I have seen every second movie even in Apsara on Grant Road
4. Stylist at my favourite salon accommodates me without appointments even on a Sunday afternoon
5. I finally moved to the room from where C could spit into SRK’s backyard, that is not its only qualification… the breeze is to die for…
6. I know all the places in the city (which do not resemble palika) where you get 8-in-1 dvd’s for 110 bucks
7. I have discovered Swati Snax in bombay
8. I can walk to a church where all your wishes come true

Leaving on a jet plane

All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go
I’m upright in the team room, just eying the door
I hate to have to work (read write verticals) before I leave

But the day is working, its early morn
Far away, even C is pissin’, he’s late to pack
Already am so on a holiday, I need weights to hold me back

So kiss me and smile for me
Call me and tell me dinner’s near
And promise that you won’t be late

‘Cause am leaving on a jet plane
I know there’s full 12 hours to go
Oh boy, I hate to wait

Since Jan, there’s so many times I’ve thought this is great
And so many times it gets even better
I’ll tell you know the best is still to come…

Every place I go, you’re pretty much there ;-)
Every song you sing, you sing for me
When I come back, I’d better see the change in the orkut thing

So kiss me and smile for me
Call me and tell me dinner’s even more near
And promise that you won’t be late