Since I disabled public access to The Wander Years three weeks ago, I have been overwhelmed by emails demanding access to the space. This despite my not having written in a long, long time.

I must thank each one you for your requests and demands. I am, to put it mildly, humbled.

The simple and very ambitious truth is that I'm trying to write a book. And until I finish it, I want to channel all my epiphanies towards the creative processes involved in storytelling.

However, I realise that removing The Wander Years from the blogosphere is in no way fuelling those processes. Therefore, even though I doubt that I will be blogging in the near future, I think The Wander Years should stick around. Even if it is only a link to click on - on an idle Sunday when you find yourself with nothing else to do. And even if it's not.

Addendum - If and when possible, get your hands on this month's &. (Andpersand) Magazine; I've written an article on my travels in Egypt. Feedback would be appreciated since this is the first time I've officially published anything.

Stories from Oblivion: Chapter Six: Alexandria

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Originally founded by the Greek Macedonian king 'Alexander The Great', this 2339-year-old city was the capital of Egypt for nearly a thousand years until the Muslim conquest of Egypt in 641 A.D.

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i know this old woman
who
talks loudly about
the benefits of yoga
and
her hatred for class four

and that lady
who
can talk endlessly about
the enchantress of florence
and
quotes milton a little too effortlessly

and a daughter
who
spent endless years worrying about
the legacy of her father
and
if she could immortalise it somehow

and the mother
who
is always complaining about
her elder son who is no good
and
how he will leave her one day

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but when im lucky i meet this girl
who
talks about
life with a giggle in her smile
and
why she prefers beedis to cigarettes
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Happy Birthday, Mom.

I may be far away, but I've got a glass of champagne in my hand and a smile on my face.

Stories from Oblivion: Chapter Five: Cairo

What began on an early afternoon as a stroll in a colourless suburb of Cairo, known to the world as Giza, eventually turned into a trip downtown where we got drenched in the city's mystic madness.












































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I remember a lazy Tuesday in the first week of June in 2006. P and I were curled up in bed, with her legs on my thigh, and her face inches away from mine. The conversation was fairly insignificant and I was cribbing as usual, whining about how work was repetitive and life was slow. And how I desperately needed to prevent myself from slipping into the mental coma which had been heading my way for a while now.

And as is also usual, she was bored to death with my unending saga of self pity. But she was nice enough to pretend and listen. After a while though, she looked away and began staring at the ceiling. And at some point, without her realizing, I stopped talking.

After a couple of minutes though, by when my attention had drifted to the Leonard Cohen song playing in the background, she squeezed my arm and exclaimed with a look that accompanies an epiphany,"TS! You should start a blog!"

I responded with an expression so blank that the next half an hour was spent in her explaining the meaning of the word 'blog' to me in great detail. And once P thought she had gotten through to me and of course convinced me to start a blog of my own, she took me by the hand and led me to the computer where with the click of a few buttons, we conceived The Wander Years .

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That was then.

But over a period of time, The Wander Years has transformed into an idea that defines my life, and possibly the the lives of many 20-somethings ever-so-aptly.

Maybe that's why &. magazine's June issue of 2008 is also themed 'The Wander Years', in continuation to an article in the May issue, which talks about how the youth today are running away from the all things conventional and attempting to redefine their idea of life in general.

And today, as this little corner of the blogosphere completes two years in existence, I hope there is reason to rejoice. Not because it has sparked any intellectual revolution or uncontrollable laughter or worthy debates on social issues, but because while The Wander Years was catalyzing my redefinitions, it may have also given all of you a few reasons to smile in agreement with a post or a comment and whisper to yourselves, "I so know that feeling".