Working past 2.30 am at office has the same feel of staying back in the SIMC computer lab after everyone had left - relaxing and tranquil. Work gets done faster, but that's another story.

I have a confession. I think I have found a soul mate. Some part of him is from Calcutta, some from Delhi. He is an IAS officer. (I know, I know... an investment banker makes a man more eligible, but an IAS is not too bad). He has an enviable taste in music and reading - which makes him all the more enticing - and a sense of sardonic humour that I am yet to see in anyone else.
He is stuck in some godforsaken scrap of the rural hinterland that you and I have probably not ever heard of (would not ever hear of had it not been for him).
What struck me about him is his sense of utter dislocation. He hates it where he is and is waiting to get back to what he loves and misses, although he can be a bit shy about actually admitting that he is missing it.
Although it might sound plain ridiculous to compare his rustic town to Bombay, I think I identify completely with this dislocation of his: this part bewildered, part amused, part bored, part hateful and part defensive view of his new surroundings. What I can understand most, perhaps, is the solitude.
I had met him some years back, but then things had not sunk in. But now that I met him again, it's like meeting someone I never knew.
Oh well, then.
He goes by the name of Agastya Sen. Friends call him August.