I shall board a flight from a relatively unheard of Indian airline at the fancy bit of the airport that will ship my ass over the air, at high velocity speeds, to the land of India. I will descend upon Delhi, where I shall idle hours away, before hopping on a train that shall eventually stop *somewhere* in Utter Pradesh.

There, I will spend approximately two months maintaining the shitty intercom thingamajigs in armoured vehicle junk, along with miscellaneous mundane tasks. I am bringing with me coffee, my ailing laptop, a harddisk full to the brim with movies and documentaries, a damned camera-less Blackberry filled with eBooks (thank you, project Gutenburg), half a dozen books and the things I write with. Internet access will be available, but severely limited. I’d try and slip on Twitter.

And when I return, I shall be months away from fulfilling my term of two years in this dratted conscription (think the draft). And if I don’t, I love you, people who read this.