Friday, December 23, 2005
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Questions
When it comes to understanding nature, man has been like a baby all through history. Just the way a baby constantly keeps looking around taking every bit of detail about every little thing around it with wide-eyed amazement, constantly grasping things and feeling them, hearing a multitude of sounds and trying to decipher what each one means, so has man been striving through the ages to comprehend the vastness and depths of nature. From making the wheel to growing paddy to the industrial revolution to the space age and information technology, man has been sitting around, arms stretched out, picking up pebbles and blades of grass with curiosity, understanding what they are and putting them to his use, making gadgets and processes that benefit his kind.
This is amazing, if one considers what a conscious mass of neurons can achieve - right from becoming self-sustaining to making strides in a natural progression towards survival and enhancement. Glitches are a normal part of this progression. Be it colonization, Hiroshima, Chernobyl or clones. But that should not, and believe me, will not, stop this consciousness from marching along a path never seen or imagined before. It is Iraq today, tomorrow when we exhaust the resources around us, it will Mars or beyond. There seems no end to it. This leads us to a number of questions .. From the simple 'Is this the way Life should be?' and 'Is there no end to this?' to a more interesting one - 'Was Life itself a bad idea in the first place?!' .. These are lines along which sages have thought and can think further. There can be arguments, philosophies and schools of thought surrounding these questions, but there will never be answers. Answers which are absolute, steadfast and uncompromisingly complete.
This is amazing, if one considers what a conscious mass of neurons can achieve - right from becoming self-sustaining to making strides in a natural progression towards survival and enhancement. Glitches are a normal part of this progression. Be it colonization, Hiroshima, Chernobyl or clones. But that should not, and believe me, will not, stop this consciousness from marching along a path never seen or imagined before. It is Iraq today, tomorrow when we exhaust the resources around us, it will Mars or beyond. There seems no end to it. This leads us to a number of questions .. From the simple 'Is this the way Life should be?' and 'Is there no end to this?' to a more interesting one - 'Was Life itself a bad idea in the first place?!' .. These are lines along which sages have thought and can think further. There can be arguments, philosophies and schools of thought surrounding these questions, but there will never be answers. Answers which are absolute, steadfast and uncompromisingly complete.
Friday, August 26, 2005
6 hrs
Hmm .. Finally she's coming. In 6 hours to be precise.
It's been a considerably long month. Newlyweds staying away for a month isn't good for a lot of things ;) ... The arid landscape and prickly cacti didn't help. But finally the wait seems to be over.
The moment I landed in Phx 4 weeks ago, I had this impression of being a bachelor again, in the wild and all on my own. It sounded and felt adventurous to once again be venturing out without any responsibilities and all the confidence of a teen. The feeling lasted for some time. And then it began to wane. On the work front, it was all good and I had begun to like it. Even enjoy it if I might say so. But I had started missing her. It started with sleepless nights initially, and soon took the form of a flight ticket back to her one weekend. Three days flew by unnoticed, and I was on my way back to the desert. But this time, I knew that she would be with me shortly. Having set up a new house and car and all the basic stuff that we would need, I looked forward to meeting her. I killed time working and working out. I watched late night Thai movies trying to keep my mind occupied with anything other than the thought of her not being around. My! It wasn't a good time. But that seems to be a thing of the past now. 6 hrs - nopes, less than that - and she'll be here, with me, and I guess I'll no longer notice the thorns on the cacti but gaze agape at their magnificent height before a red-riot sunset!
It's been a considerably long month. Newlyweds staying away for a month isn't good for a lot of things ;) ... The arid landscape and prickly cacti didn't help. But finally the wait seems to be over.
The moment I landed in Phx 4 weeks ago, I had this impression of being a bachelor again, in the wild and all on my own. It sounded and felt adventurous to once again be venturing out without any responsibilities and all the confidence of a teen. The feeling lasted for some time. And then it began to wane. On the work front, it was all good and I had begun to like it. Even enjoy it if I might say so. But I had started missing her. It started with sleepless nights initially, and soon took the form of a flight ticket back to her one weekend. Three days flew by unnoticed, and I was on my way back to the desert. But this time, I knew that she would be with me shortly. Having set up a new house and car and all the basic stuff that we would need, I looked forward to meeting her. I killed time working and working out. I watched late night Thai movies trying to keep my mind occupied with anything other than the thought of her not being around. My! It wasn't a good time. But that seems to be a thing of the past now. 6 hrs - nopes, less than that - and she'll be here, with me, and I guess I'll no longer notice the thorns on the cacti but gaze agape at their magnificent height before a red-riot sunset!
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Safety
This country is paranoid to the core, and growing by the minute. It's all about safety. It's all about security. It's always value-for-life. Anything that'll put your life in danger, I, the government, will take you away from it. I'll protect you. I'll put straps and cushions and airbags - front, side, overhead, passenger, up your ass - into your SUV. Why? To save you from having your brains turn into sushi and bowels into spaghetti in case you turtle off a highway cruising at a hundred! But what do these suckers do? They drive to 6 flags round the corner and pay a stash of bills to just be thrown from a 10 storey roller coaster and they call it thrill! I mean, I fail to comprehend! Where's the safety talk gone? People lllike adventure! People know they'll die! People know that if you start strapping NASCAR with a zillion safety features, it'll cease to be NASCAR and become TRAFFIC!
Grow up guys ..
Grow up guys ..
Friday, June 24, 2005
Stockholm
The eerie silence creeps into me as I sit in the lounge staring at the vast expanse of pure white snow covering much of the landscape. The frigid layer extends as far as the eye can see, looking cold, dry and emotionless, criss-crossed by black tarmac. A couple of flights touchdown. A few take off.
I take in the scene in its entirety. And muse about how closely it mirrors what I'm feeling inside - peaceful, emotionless, strong on one side, while marred with doubts and misgivings about this venture on the other. Is this the right thing to do? Should I have waited a few more days so that I could have all the answers I'm looking for and then flown to the States? Well, that might've never been answered.
I'm in Stockholm, en route to Newark. It's three in the afternoon, but it's already getting dark outside. Too far up in the North this place is. Too silent. Too rich. Too inactive. Too eerie. Most of the off-city limits of Europe are like this. This seems no exception. For us people, who come from crowded, 2000 plus people per square km lands, these places no doubt seem scarily empty!
I take in the scene in its entirety. And muse about how closely it mirrors what I'm feeling inside - peaceful, emotionless, strong on one side, while marred with doubts and misgivings about this venture on the other. Is this the right thing to do? Should I have waited a few more days so that I could have all the answers I'm looking for and then flown to the States? Well, that might've never been answered.
I'm in Stockholm, en route to Newark. It's three in the afternoon, but it's already getting dark outside. Too far up in the North this place is. Too silent. Too rich. Too inactive. Too eerie. Most of the off-city limits of Europe are like this. This seems no exception. For us people, who come from crowded, 2000 plus people per square km lands, these places no doubt seem scarily empty!
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Why Blog?
Somebody asked me the other day - Why Blog? He was looking into these pages, and gave me a queer look and asked "Why Blog at all? What does it give you?"
Hmm .. Good question. A wise somebody once told me (was it my previous boss? i don't think so; can't be; he's not that type :) ) the meaning of "Good question" in meetings is an implicit "I don't know!" And he used to use it a whole freakin' lot. Always.
To me blogging provides a simple means of expression. I personally don't care who reads this or why, though I'd like somebody to read it. This kind of creative, dont-give-a-damn-for-anything freedom can be provided only by a medium as open and carefree as the Net, especially when big brother is watching your every move (keystroke?!). In here I sometimes write that I'm very happy I got married. And sometimes I groan about the apathetic attitude of people around, the government notwithstanding. Sometimes I pick wisecracks from other places - newspapers, websites - and paste them here, of course with due credits to the source :) .. At others, I write something that pops up in my mind just to please my wife. All in all, this place is a must visit every now-n-then for me.
Coming back to this somebody's question, it's not that I expect anything out of this. It's a vent to my feelings. It's more of a giving (get ridding?) than expecting, though historically (I mean the last couple of years .. how long has the Net been around anyways!) blogs have been a force to reckon with when it comes to forming and gathering public opinion. I remember reading an article, probably in The TIME Magazine, about how blogs were responsible for hurting President Bush's campaign, and how bloggers have amassed huge wealths by writing their minds out. All that's there, but not for me I suppose. I'm happy I'm writing. And that's pretty much it!
Hmm .. Good question. A wise somebody once told me (was it my previous boss? i don't think so; can't be; he's not that type :) ) the meaning of "Good question" in meetings is an implicit "I don't know!" And he used to use it a whole freakin' lot. Always.
To me blogging provides a simple means of expression. I personally don't care who reads this or why, though I'd like somebody to read it. This kind of creative, dont-give-a-damn-for-anything freedom can be provided only by a medium as open and carefree as the Net, especially when big brother is watching your every move (keystroke?!). In here I sometimes write that I'm very happy I got married. And sometimes I groan about the apathetic attitude of people around, the government notwithstanding. Sometimes I pick wisecracks from other places - newspapers, websites - and paste them here, of course with due credits to the source :) .. At others, I write something that pops up in my mind just to please my wife. All in all, this place is a must visit every now-n-then for me.
Coming back to this somebody's question, it's not that I expect anything out of this. It's a vent to my feelings. It's more of a giving (get ridding?) than expecting, though historically (I mean the last couple of years .. how long has the Net been around anyways!) blogs have been a force to reckon with when it comes to forming and gathering public opinion. I remember reading an article, probably in The TIME Magazine, about how blogs were responsible for hurting President Bush's campaign, and how bloggers have amassed huge wealths by writing their minds out. All that's there, but not for me I suppose. I'm happy I'm writing. And that's pretty much it!
Friday, June 10, 2005
A Guy Thing
I feel one of my grand gender generalizations coming on, and I can't resist it, so here goes. Guys love to make lists. The assembling and codifying of useless information speaks to our inner math nerd, our rampant nostalgiast. Girls can play Little League baseball now, but the kid in the stands keeping the box score, and tallying individual achievements into season slugging percentages, is very likely to be a boy. Turning our pastimes into numbers is a way not only of quantifying but also of justifying them. They acquire an atomic weight; to rank them is to give them solidity, meaning.
~Richard Corliss, The TIME (www.time.com/time), justifying why they came up with the All TIME 100-Movies list last month. And why they didn't select Gone With The Wind.
~Richard Corliss, The TIME (www.time.com/time), justifying why they came up with the All TIME 100-Movies list last month. And why they didn't select Gone With The Wind.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Senses
I kept wondering the other day about my senses. Don't get me wrong, I haven't lost them. But, I kept wondering about them in the literal sense. How mine, and all our senses were created, and have developed and evolved over the ages to adapt to our surroundings. How life, experiencing the various forms of energy, chemicals and reactions around it, created "openings" in its body which were capable of receiving inputs of the chief and most "informative" forms of energy.
If you ever cared to notice, we don't have a sense organ to tell us that a tide is approaching, or that a particular place has high x-ray concentration. These simple examples seem to show two of the prime factors which have influenced the formation of sense organs - one, that senses have developed in response to the most "informative" energy forms and chemicals around us, and two, that they have developed in a very optimal manner, that is to say that there are just enough number of organs to help us understand 90% of our surroundings, thus avoiding an explosion of sensory inputs to an overtaxed brain. In order to get information from the remaining 10% of sources around us, we may have needed a hundred, or perhaps more, organs. But the need for these has been replaced by a more powerful structure - the rationally thinking brain. This brain more than makes up for the tidal, earthquake and x-ray sensors that would otherwise be sticking out of our beautiful bodies! How? By means of enabling animals, men in particular, develop artificial sensors for other forms of energy.
This line of thought leads us to believe that somewhere in the universe where there is life, if there is an abundance of say, gamma rays, than sound, the organisms there would be equipped with gamma ears. Do I believe in this theory? Yes. Have I seen any of those ears? No, obviously not :)
If you ever cared to notice, we don't have a sense organ to tell us that a tide is approaching, or that a particular place has high x-ray concentration. These simple examples seem to show two of the prime factors which have influenced the formation of sense organs - one, that senses have developed in response to the most "informative" energy forms and chemicals around us, and two, that they have developed in a very optimal manner, that is to say that there are just enough number of organs to help us understand 90% of our surroundings, thus avoiding an explosion of sensory inputs to an overtaxed brain. In order to get information from the remaining 10% of sources around us, we may have needed a hundred, or perhaps more, organs. But the need for these has been replaced by a more powerful structure - the rationally thinking brain. This brain more than makes up for the tidal, earthquake and x-ray sensors that would otherwise be sticking out of our beautiful bodies! How? By means of enabling animals, men in particular, develop artificial sensors for other forms of energy.
This line of thought leads us to believe that somewhere in the universe where there is life, if there is an abundance of say, gamma rays, than sound, the organisms there would be equipped with gamma ears. Do I believe in this theory? Yes. Have I seen any of those ears? No, obviously not :)
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Perspective on life
The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is
tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of
it? A death. What's that, a bonus?!? I think the life cycle is all
backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you go
live in an old age home. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go
collect your pension, then, when you start work, you get a gold watch
on your first day. You work forty years until you're young enough to
enjoy your retirement. You drink alcohol, you party, and you get ready
for High School. You go to primary school, you become a kid, you play,
you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back,
you spend your last 9 months floating with luxuries like central
heating, spa, room service on tap, then you finish off as an orgasm!!
Amen
tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of
it? A death. What's that, a bonus?!? I think the life cycle is all
backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you go
live in an old age home. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go
collect your pension, then, when you start work, you get a gold watch
on your first day. You work forty years until you're young enough to
enjoy your retirement. You drink alcohol, you party, and you get ready
for High School. You go to primary school, you become a kid, you play,
you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back,
you spend your last 9 months floating with luxuries like central
heating, spa, room service on tap, then you finish off as an orgasm!!
Amen
Thursday, May 26, 2005
The first (fort)night!
It's been a fortnight now. Two weeks gone like a whiff. Many more will go by this way. With the joys that they'll bring, like they have these past weeks. Bringing a smile onto my face every time I think of the day we met, the weeks we stayed together, the months of longing and belonging, and the years to come through which we'll be one soul.
We married this May 11th. Putting it all in perspective, it seems like a mixed bag. Some smooth rides - the main one being the absolute acceptance of our choice by our parents - and some strained blots, like the job-searches and the time we were settling down here in the US. But the one thing that stands out is the steadfast support we've shown each other during these times. You bet it'll be like this always!
The wedding itself wasn't too much of fanfare, like it is normally in India, with a horde of unknown relatives and friends who swarm the ceremonies, and the dulha-dulhan literally in tears in front of the Agni. Thank God for small mercies! Good sense prevailed and we married here. But the ceremonies and the party in the evening were hardly any different from how they'd be back home. Full scale, without the hundreds of people though. I'll post a link to the pictures sometime.
The aftermath has been quite interesting too. I've seen the transition of my bride from girl to woman and from daughter to dot-in-law. How she's smoothly slipped on the gown of familial responsibility and how her in-laws look upon her as the upholder of the family's traditions and values. At times it is fun to watch their discussions and at times it is interesting. Amidst all these, I sometimes feel I'm the only one yet to grow up. Not that I'm in any hurry!
We married this May 11th. Putting it all in perspective, it seems like a mixed bag. Some smooth rides - the main one being the absolute acceptance of our choice by our parents - and some strained blots, like the job-searches and the time we were settling down here in the US. But the one thing that stands out is the steadfast support we've shown each other during these times. You bet it'll be like this always!
The wedding itself wasn't too much of fanfare, like it is normally in India, with a horde of unknown relatives and friends who swarm the ceremonies, and the dulha-dulhan literally in tears in front of the Agni. Thank God for small mercies! Good sense prevailed and we married here. But the ceremonies and the party in the evening were hardly any different from how they'd be back home. Full scale, without the hundreds of people though. I'll post a link to the pictures sometime.
The aftermath has been quite interesting too. I've seen the transition of my bride from girl to woman and from daughter to dot-in-law. How she's smoothly slipped on the gown of familial responsibility and how her in-laws look upon her as the upholder of the family's traditions and values. At times it is fun to watch their discussions and at times it is interesting. Amidst all these, I sometimes feel I'm the only one yet to grow up. Not that I'm in any hurry!
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
A thought on Elections
Elections maintain the illusion of opposing parties exchanging ideas rather than political animals competing for power. Selling voting as the ultimate expression of citizenship serves two purposes: it legitimizes the process that keeps them in control and makes the public docile by enforcing the notion that we rule ourselves.
~Kara Hopkins (http://www.amconmag.com/2004_11_08/cover5.html)
~Kara Hopkins (http://www.amconmag.com/2004_11_08/cover5.html)
Monday, April 11, 2005
jalebi
my cube-mate at work returned from a long vacation in india .. he brought with him the customary sweets - burfis, jalebis and the like .. one of my colleagues, an american, ate a jalebi in the morning and liked it .. he came back a while ago asking for the "yellow-orange, gelatinous, pretzel-like thingie" :)
Friday, April 01, 2005
Google and April 1st!
Anybody keen enough to observe wouldn't have missed the interesting products that Google comes up with every year on Fool's day. Here's a peek at a few of those. Apologies for having missed out a couple of years in between ..
First they came up with MentalPlexTM in 2000.
MentalPlexTM
Then came the Pigeon Ranking TechnologyTM which got quite a bit of limelight!
PigeonRankTM
Opened their first offices on the Moon in 2004.
Lunar Office
And today, the all new Google GulpTM!
Google GulpTM
Watch out next year!
First they came up with MentalPlexTM in 2000.
MentalPlexTM
Then came the Pigeon Ranking TechnologyTM which got quite a bit of limelight!
PigeonRankTM
Opened their first offices on the Moon in 2004.
Lunar Office
And today, the all new Google GulpTM!
Google GulpTM
Watch out next year!
Thursday, March 17, 2005
The woods
The woods are lovely dark and deep
But I have many promises to keep
And lines to code before I sleep ..
And lines to code before I sle ....
And lines to code bef .......
But I have many promises to keep
And lines to code before I sleep ..
And lines to code before I sle ....
And lines to code bef .......
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Friday, February 25, 2005
the xalam to xalan!
heard of xalan.jar?? the java jar file u use alongwith xercesImpl.jar for xml parsing and other stuff .. ever wondered where the weird sounding name came from? here it is .. it originated from the "xalam" - a west african (senegal, to be precise) stringed instrument (http://www.geocities.com/jbenhill/xalam.html) .. just like other jargon in the java world, which includes the word "java" itself (some noteworthy others being apache, xerces, geronimo, jakarta, lenya, struts, batik and so on), this too has some good history behind it .. now why the javagurus choose such weirdo names is a mystery to me .. but it's nice to have some history behind such things .. it takes ur mind off the mundane (read 'coding and designing') and once in a while delve into west african jungles or martian soils!
Friday, February 11, 2005
Valentine!
Does this always happen? I mean, to everybody who’s in love and is desperately thinking of some sweet nothing to give to his loved one? Well, it’s happened to me, on more than one occasion. Last year same time and this year, now.
Okay, so is it going to be boring 1-800-FLOWERS? Or just go round the corner to QuickChek and pick up something that she’d like? Walk her hand in hand to the lakeside on Valentine’s morning and hand her a bunch of flaming red roses and a warm hug? I think the latter would be welcomed more on these wintry mornings! Alright alright .. What have we here?
- A box of Godiva chocolates with a bunch of red roses? Or ..
- A cuddly teddy and tulips-in-a-vase? Or ..
- Dinner and movie followed by a night of violent lovemaking? Or ..
- All the above?
God save me! Am I bad at these things! Or should I like a dumbass go and ask her what she likes most? Perhaps even give her these choices, just in case she’s one too. At this rate I’ll wake up on the fourteenth to a sweet little kiss and a bye-bye just like any other morning. Well, I’m not complaining about all these mornings. They’re as good as love gets, believe me! But, St.Valentine destined this day to be different, didn’t he?
I’m sure two more days will pass and I still wouldn’t have decided what exactly to do. I’d rather sit back, listen to some light music, and relax. We’re still on the threshold of a life spread anew, king-size, just for us. Looking back on the times we jumped with joy, kissed with passion, and cried with trust. And looking fondly into the future, thinking – of forgotten footsteps by the seaside, of candle-lit dinners atop revolving restaurants, of misty morning walks with Bozo in tow, of across-the-country car drives, of graying hair and the woods, of Salsa and Merengue. All, of course, sitting on my bean-bag with her in my arms. Oh, St.Valentine! Where art thou?!
Okay, so is it going to be boring 1-800-FLOWERS? Or just go round the corner to QuickChek and pick up something that she’d like? Walk her hand in hand to the lakeside on Valentine’s morning and hand her a bunch of flaming red roses and a warm hug? I think the latter would be welcomed more on these wintry mornings! Alright alright .. What have we here?
- A box of Godiva chocolates with a bunch of red roses? Or ..
- A cuddly teddy and tulips-in-a-vase? Or ..
- Dinner and movie followed by a night of violent lovemaking? Or ..
- All the above?
God save me! Am I bad at these things! Or should I like a dumbass go and ask her what she likes most? Perhaps even give her these choices, just in case she’s one too. At this rate I’ll wake up on the fourteenth to a sweet little kiss and a bye-bye just like any other morning. Well, I’m not complaining about all these mornings. They’re as good as love gets, believe me! But, St.Valentine destined this day to be different, didn’t he?
I’m sure two more days will pass and I still wouldn’t have decided what exactly to do. I’d rather sit back, listen to some light music, and relax. We’re still on the threshold of a life spread anew, king-size, just for us. Looking back on the times we jumped with joy, kissed with passion, and cried with trust. And looking fondly into the future, thinking – of forgotten footsteps by the seaside, of candle-lit dinners atop revolving restaurants, of misty morning walks with Bozo in tow, of across-the-country car drives, of graying hair and the woods, of Salsa and Merengue. All, of course, sitting on my bean-bag with her in my arms. Oh, St.Valentine! Where art thou?!
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Musing in Bangkok
Sitting here at the airport in Bangkok waiting for my connecting flight, I can sense the worry and tension that has gripped the nation as it, alongwith several others, is grappling to contain the destruction that last week's tsunamis caused. Thailand has declared national mourning and it is not at all a good situation here. There is not an ounce of enjoyment or celebration in this otherwise joyous place, where, under normal circumstances, tens of thousands of tourists flock during this time of the year, escaping the severe cold of the north, to luxuriate on the beaches of Phuket or trek along the tough terrain of Cambodia.
I notice that even the Royal Orchids, Thailand's place of pride in the floral kingdom, are wilting away in the duty free shops as there are no buyers. Of course, it is not an occasion to gift someone a flower, says the keeper at King's Duty Free. On the contrary, I believe. This should be as much an occasion to gift someone a flower as any. Don't get me wrong. I'm not advocating insensitiveness. That would be insane. I'm saying that this is the time when people, one and all, need support - moral and financial - more than any other time. So, why not cheer up someone's day with an orchid? And to top it, why not buy flowers if the shop is promising to donate a part of its earnings for relief work?! I buy some, and lay it at the lonely Christmas tree distastefully decorated on the third floor. And say a prayer.
'Distastefully decorated'. Hah! That reminds me of a bunch - a big bunch - of complaints I have against this airport. Including its layout, the services offered to commuters, and a host of other things. I'm glad there is some airport in Asia which is in league with our aamchi airports back home! But then, that's an entirely different story.
I still have four hours left. Wonder what I'll do. Maybe I'll call her up and wish her New Year's again. I just did. But just for the heck of it, I'll do it again. It feels so good talking to her, my inspiration and anchor in life. She's out there partying off to glory. And to top it, she's drunk... Trying to compete with me? Whattagirl!!
Should I get up and go from this table? I've almost finished my coffee and spent over an hour sitting here. That lady at the bar has given me quite a few glares. But who cares. Let her come and say something. I'll show my coffee cup. There's still a little left in it!!
I notice that even the Royal Orchids, Thailand's place of pride in the floral kingdom, are wilting away in the duty free shops as there are no buyers. Of course, it is not an occasion to gift someone a flower, says the keeper at King's Duty Free. On the contrary, I believe. This should be as much an occasion to gift someone a flower as any. Don't get me wrong. I'm not advocating insensitiveness. That would be insane. I'm saying that this is the time when people, one and all, need support - moral and financial - more than any other time. So, why not cheer up someone's day with an orchid? And to top it, why not buy flowers if the shop is promising to donate a part of its earnings for relief work?! I buy some, and lay it at the lonely Christmas tree distastefully decorated on the third floor. And say a prayer.
'Distastefully decorated'. Hah! That reminds me of a bunch - a big bunch - of complaints I have against this airport. Including its layout, the services offered to commuters, and a host of other things. I'm glad there is some airport in Asia which is in league with our aamchi airports back home! But then, that's an entirely different story.
I still have four hours left. Wonder what I'll do. Maybe I'll call her up and wish her New Year's again. I just did. But just for the heck of it, I'll do it again. It feels so good talking to her, my inspiration and anchor in life. She's out there partying off to glory. And to top it, she's drunk... Trying to compete with me? Whattagirl!!
Should I get up and go from this table? I've almost finished my coffee and spent over an hour sitting here. That lady at the bar has given me quite a few glares. But who cares. Let her come and say something. I'll show my coffee cup. There's still a little left in it!!
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