Roots

I firmly believe that the most difficult thing for anyone to accomplish to is to try and overcome their upbringing. Especially when they are not even thoroughly convinced that it needs to be overcome in the first place.

That and cross-stitches.

"When you are dead, people will talk about your love affairs, but I shall say nothing, for I will remember how proud you were".

William Butler Yeats' wife wrote this to him soon after their marriage when he was hit by remorse for marrying someone so young as she. (He was 51, she 23).

A 3.07AM Thought

Why does Richard Branson call his enterprise Virgin Atlantic when it is fairly obvious his interests lie elsewhere entirely?

Actually... forget I asked.

Jalebi!

Remember that Dhara ad that had that cute kid running away from home and being lured back with jalebi by the postman Ramukaka?

Haven't seen an ad like that in ages!

Just-shoot-me

Today’s Fortune: Serious trouble will bypass you.

So far today I’ve:

• been late for the one class for which the tutor is a clock-worshipper (what are the odds of that really… I’m never late… most of my tutors don’t bother when people walk in… and here I am… late for this one class… sheesh!)
• been beaten on my own turf by a prospective accountant (for chrissake!)
• missed a high distinction in a paper by 0.3 of a mark
• been given a re on bathroom fatigues which I spent an hour on last night (what is she… blind?)
• been having a bad hair day… a really bad hair day… all the static from all the electrical appliances within a mile radius seems to be nestled in my dreads… I kid you not… think a really prickly hedgehog
• run entirely out of comfort food… even the emergency chocolate stock… how could I have forgotten to re-stock? Damn.

And it’s just 1.57 in the afternoon… I shudder to think of the serious trouble that bypassed me… what if it hadn’t? Would I now be dead? Sobering thought that.
Maybe it’s past time I took matters into my own hands… and maybe I can begin by calling up Accommodation and asking them to justify that entirely unprovoked, uncalled for, and thoroughly undeserved housekeeping notice. It isn’t that I’m a fatigue-shirker… anything but, in fact… I can mop and scrub with the best, and then some. It’s the principle of the thing. Anyway… it’s not like I have anything to lose… what more could possibly go wrong… I mean I can die, but other than that.

Update: Housekeeping retracted notice on re-inspection as demanded in stentorian accents by a justifiably incensed me. Up with anti-establishmentarianism… (I can’t believe I’m finally using a word with so many syllables contextually).

Cycle Rickshaw

I got on a cycle rickshaw after a long time, in Kolkata. Its a surprising city...old and new mixed up in strange proportions. Shaken, not stirred.

And thank God the women still wear those gorgeous cotton sarees, and the College street book market is still alive. Some things should not change, and that excludes the condition of the roads and the garbage bins :P