Everything in life is about sex.
Except sex.
Sex is about power.
Oscar Wilde (via Francis Underwood, in House of Cards)
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It isn’t a calamity to die with dreams…
It isn’t a calamity to die with dreams unfilled, but it is a calamity not to dream.
Benjamin Mays
before I’m back in the hills In these…
… before I’m back in the hills!
In these 10 days,
- we set up an appointment for Chewie to lose parts of his manhood
- my sister moves to the UK
- my partner’s sisters visit us for a vacation
- N, partner’s only girlfriend I constantly hit on, visits us
And yet, the only thing that gets my heart racing, is the thought of the hills awaiting me at end of those 10 days.
I love hills :)
Missing *a* place..
Chotte chotte shehron se, khaali bore dupaharon se, hum to jhola utha ke chale…
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Brief summary of what topics dominate my twitter timeline
Brief summary of what topics dominate my twitter timeline (in order of decreasing frequency)
On @adityabhaskar :
- Tech news
- Tech (mostly startup ecosystem) gossip
- Apple & Google bashing
- Real/Useful tech & startup articles
On @middlering:
- Cycling news of the day (Pro as well as UK cycle campaigning)
- Cyclist-hater outrage of the day
- BLL members encouraging/baiting each other
- Pro Cyclists’ tweets, both good and bad
On pseudonym twitter account:
- Outrage of the day
- twitterer gossip
- news from India
On pseudonym cycling account:
- ProCycling news of the day
- Discussion of said news
- Lance / Schleck hatred
Funnily, never thought about these while I was regularly reading Twitter. But, a few days of enforced absence reminded me of them in a very precise manner :)
Stag Crossing Spey In Winter
Image via @wilkiemurray, on Twitter.
Not just fornication..
Why do I like Californication. It’s not just the fornication.
I can identify with Hank. We’re both overflowing with darkness, yet are eternal optimists at heart. To really hurt us, stab at that optimism, that confidence. It hurts far more than a kick in the face.
And, we both are so quick at saying good bye, yet so bad at letting go. That hurts too.
Also, the fornication. I like the fornication bit of the series too ;)
Plan To play with the dog all morning…
Plan: To play with the dog all morning, so as to tire him before I leave, thus making sure he’ll sleep most of the day.
Reality: Boy wakes up in a lovey mood, curls up on my lap, licks my face, and then rests with his head on my chest.
*I’m not moving!*
Bombay versus Mumbai
One’s a city, the other a state of mind. Which is which, defines who you are.
Solace in Chaos
After yesterday’s heavy exercise, I needed a load of coffee to get myself working today. So, settled down in a cafe to work, instead of my regular work space.
It’s a shocking surprise how much more efficient I’m here in this noisy, chaotic cafe, than I’m at my usual, super-quiet work space.
One immediate reason I grasped upon was the fact that there is so much noise here, that I’m unable to comprehend, and thus get distracted by, anything. In the usual workplace, everything and everyone is so quiet that even a whisper across the hall is clearly audible and understood. Each whisper, each motion, every door opening is a disturbance, a distraction.
Ironic, but surprisingly true, I’ve found solace in this chaos :)