Love it or hate it, I am back to Bangalore.\u00a0 I will spend my April living in this strange world, again.\u00a0 This time I am much more well prepared.\u00a0 I bought lots of food supply, medicine, face mask.\u00a0 I don’t feel as disoriented as the first time when I got off the plane.\u00a0 Living here is far from comfortable, but at least I am not as miserable as last time.\u00a0 It is only a month anyways and time flies, soon I will be heading home.<\/p>\n
This time when I arrive, I am not the only one staying in the guest house.\u00a0 My colleague, Mark, has already spent a week entangled in this straight place by himself.\u00a0 I guess he must be glad to see me.\u00a0 Just like my first week, Mark was feeding off from the Forum Mall.\u00a0 Mark must be pretty sick of Indian dinner, so we head out to M.G. Road for a nice dinner in a real restaurant after work.\u00a0 Here is my dinning rule, I will only dine at restaurants serving real food.\u00a0 I will not have Indian food anywhere except at a 5 star hotel and I will only have Indian dinner at most once a week.<\/p>\n
This weekend is the Indian New Year and we have a four days long weekend.\u00a0 I will be visiting Taj Mahal with Mark.\u00a0 Although Taj Mahal is the symbol of love, two guys visiting Taj Mahal together does not imply gayness.\u00a0 No, we will not be holding hands like the Indian guys.\u00a0 You can see Indian guys holding hands on the street.\u00a0 They look gay but they ain’t.\u00a0 I guess it is culturally acceptable here for friends holding hands walking down the street.\u00a0 Stay tuned for my report on the New Delhi and Taj Mahal trip.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"