I never changed my wrist-watch settings to UK time – that let me stay connected to India. Boots over jeans are extremely popular here in London. I went to Leeds for a day to catch up with Bua and family – was nice staying at a home and eating home made food and jalebi and samosa and all that. Even the countryside car drive was cool. I am bored. I am fed up. I am glad I will be back to India – back to work in just another day. I think I will do nothing this Sunday. As you travel in tube, you can listen to people talking about job-cuts, or at least reading newspapers flashing effects of economic crisis. After a while, when the natural charm doesn’t attract you anymore, London is just like any other city – where people get up every day and go to work. Work is all that there is to life. And company – someone to speak to about your work. In company, even when you don’t do any work, you don’t feel bad about that. The false pride of being successful is addictive. I am waiting to see that shock on everyone’s face when I finally leave all these wonderful things that a ‘settled’ life and a ‘settled’ job has brought to me. IIT wasn’t the truth of life. Nice job wasn’t the truth of life. And now, London isn’t the truth of life. I am happy I have the guts to believe in my true calling.