… is better in Tamil.
The Hindi version was amongst my favourite movies of its era. Today I watched the Tamil original. It’s way better. She’s way better. I love you, Shakti1.
- Shakthi, as they’d incorrectly spell in R’s part of the country. ↩
I guess when you bring a dog into your life, you are setting yourself up for heartbreak, aren’t you? Sure, you will most likely have to say good-bye and it will be the saddest day ever, but it’s so worth it, isn’t it? To have a dog. To learn from their unconditional love.
—Lauren Fern Watt, in Gizelle’s bucket list
It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.
— John Updike
I wish you courage
I wish you rushing blood
A heart that beats too hard
Feelings that make everything too hard
Love that gets out of control
The most intense adventures
I hope you find your way out
I hope you’re the kind of person
Who gets a happy ending
—Fredrik Backman, in ‘Us against you’
It would be very nice to have a friend again. I would like that even more than a date.
—Charlie, in ‘Perks of being a wallflower’
At Waterstones, Guildford high street.
All you can do is be brave enough to get out there. You fought. You love. You lost. Walk tall, Torres.
– Mark Sloan, Grey’s Anatomy S05E12
… with Gal Gadot, or Wonder Woman.
I’m not sure.
It was an unplanned trip, to attend to a family matter. Most of it was very boring. The smog kept me indoors, so couldn’t go for long walks. I’m off TV, so no time to waste there either, and I have no friends left in Karnal to go visit.
Reading was my only escape. I read Anita & Me, and Sapiens, and re-read a bit of Thinking fast and slow. Also read 3 issues of The Economist. Separately, read a 100+ articles in Instapaper.
I even had time to update the AcceleReader for Instapaper Chrome extension with a new feature, despite working on a really slow internet connection.
The visit did end on an exciting note though. On the evening before the flight, I met up with my friends from undergrad for dinner.
I had no clue what to expect. These were the people with whom I spent most, if not all, of my first 3 years of college. And yet I hadn’t seen, or spoken, to most of them in last 5-7 years.
I’ve long believed that friendship is just a bunch of shared experiences. Friendships are kept alive by creating these experiences, or reliving them. What sort of friendship would it be when we haven’t even met or spoken for better part of a decade, and not created shared experiences for even longer?
I’ll just say, I’ll need to revisit (refine?) my understanding of friendship a bit. Continue reading In other news…