“We are now officially lost!” said Andhak as he brushed the dirt off his robes. “This is highly unbecoming of them. Why couldn’t the elders just do it the easy way?”

“I am sure they had their reasons.” Said Arindh from behind him. “And I suggest you keep your whining down. You are getting the Naag worked up.”

The Hero laid his sword down on the pier and looked westward. He had learnt long ago that looking at the sunset helped nothing except his image in the eyes of the obsessive admirers standing behind him. Although in pressing times, obsessive admirers were often the only thing standing between him and a future without a decent pension. They spelled votes.

He grew tired of looking at the sunset. So he sighed audibly and slowly turned towards the temple. The Sorceress stood in the hallway.

“How much longer?” he asked.

Rohan Mishra wasn’t entirely sure he liked Holi. First of all, he didn’t seem to find the idea of people rubbing his face amusing. People pinched his face all the time and it had ceased to be funny long ago. Secondly, almost everyone he knew suddenly started looking like Daffy Duck. That wasn’t funny either.

Thankfully, mummy was equally against people rubbing chemicals on his face. So he got to sit in the balcony and watch hordes and hordes of Daffy Ducks march by, shouting, singing, fighting, ripping each others clothes off and doing things of a generally barbaric nature that Rohan liked to see. Some even waved to him and yelled ‘Golu’ at him but he didn’t recognise them.

The past week saw me getting into murkier depths of Mumbaiite life. It’s house hunting time again. Also, kind of homesick. Plus, out of comic books to read. Add to that the fact that going to movies alone sucks. So we never reach a consensus as to what to watch twice. So far, I’ve seen Capote, Pride and Prejudice, Crash, Walk the Line, and Brokeback Mountain (twice).

Things that I have been wanting to get my hands on, are Earth X, Civil War, Infinite Crisis Files and good comics of a generally groovy nature. Of course I understand some of that will have to wait till I get things in the actual life to settle down a bit.

The concept of spaces governs part of what constitutes one’s identity in the contemporary world. The intangible zones that one passes through in the course of his or her daily pertaining to one’s private and public life make up a major part of what the modern society has so surreptitiously been divided into. It takes effort to realise that the spaces we encounter in modern society are gendered. In spite of the fact that the divides that women and men encounter everyday are so starkly visible and affect persons of all age groups. Even in an urban and supposedly more independent scenario, the divide only makes its presence more clearly felt.

This is embarrasing. Just as I was making waves with my exceptional storytelling skills, I had to be stung by the old bug. Blogging about blogging. But I will console myself by reminding myself that everyone does this once in a while. Also, my modest observations here are fuelled by a certain amount of frustration with the need to define my medium, my blog, my pajama. Also as a response to Vinu’s post. Even though it is not a straight answer, here goes…