My cab driver yesterday was South Asian, and we’d been conversing in our mother tongues – a mix of Hindi, Urdu and Punjabi.
As is the custom amongst fellow desis, once we were a bit comfortable, he asked me where in India I came from. I gave him the usual answer.
I asked him whether he was from India or Pakistan. He replied, nonchalantly, Kashmir.
Those familiar with South Asian geopolitics will understand, that this statement of origin says a lot.
Go from Calais to Dover in under an hour. Arrive in the past.
I saw when Facebook went from being yet another social network to being the social network. I remember then, them launching ‘apps’ on Facebook. I correctly guessed that the apps would lead to an explosion of not just the social network, but also activity (noise) on my timeline, and of intrusions of privacy.
If I had been ‘in’ the game then, I’d have doubled down on Facebook/apps and made money. I wasn’t in the game then, so I did the next best thing – I quit Facebook.
Rani. Fat, yet very attractive.
Bombay. Messy, still beautiful.
Miss you beautiful!
(Wonder if anyone else calls Bombay beautiful)
Pleading with Chewie not to thank me after every meal by licking my face, and leaving it smelling like his dry food.
Me: What if a super hot model walks in the door, and wants to lick my face? What’ll she think if it smells of your food?
Partner (translating Chewie’s squirms): Why would you want a super model who doesn’t like the smell of a dog?
Me: No, she loves dogs, and will think I’m eating his food! He’s thin enough to convince anyone he’s starving, and my face smells of his food!
Partner, whom I constantly harass to let me increase Chewie’s food: *Bugger off both of you*
I’ll record this as a win.
Pro Tip: When playing football or handball with your dog, never go for a 50-50 ball. You’ll get hurt, and he’ll win the ball.
Every fucking time.
You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
You-know-who-don’t-you?
Animals can communicate quite well. And they do.
And generally speaking, they are ignored.
– Alice Walker
Spending the bank holiday offline.
So, no twitter, email, Google+ or techmeme.
Reach me by SMS or call, if needed.
Hills. Lakes. Hills. Lakes. Hills. Hills. Rain. Wind. Sun. Streams. Hills. Lakes. Rain. Wind. Hills. Hills. Chewie. Partner. Friends. Happy. Me.