07:35 pm: Silent all these days
Oolan was too, so I'm not the only one.
Little is new. Work gets more involving. But it's not bad. Love life is good. 8 months, and still alive and kicking. I guess my attention spans are getting longer with age. Apart from that, social life is next to nil. Infrequent trips to the mechanic are my only exposure to other folk. I miss the usual suspects.
I had a long-ish chat with Niyati yesterday. We're almost high everytime we talk. Weird nonsense that keeps us giggling at work. She seems to be in a phase of violent ennui and visits Miss Maryjane every few hours. Been there, done that, not worried. Getting back to pseudo-pot-thots, the thots for yesterday were:
1. The word 'maut'. So powerful. So final. If you don't like it, teri MAUT ho jayegi!
2. If MAUT has not befallen you for not liking the word MAUT, then I say go to BHAAND!
If your boss doesn't like you, if your social circle shuns you, if the bus conductor is rude to you. Well, let them all go to BHAAND!
Been reading a fair bit these days. Rediscovering, actually. A good way to fall asleep. Read Moor's Last Sigh, The Great Gatsby, To Kill A Mockingbird and currently on The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison. I was disappointed with Mockingbird. Initially I thought it was because I was a philistine, but I'm glad to have discovered that I'm not the only one. No accounting for taste, I suppose. Call me cliched, but one of my favourite reads remains Catch 22.
In other news, I'm using a borrowed Siemens ME45 cellphone. If it were not for the lack of Bluetooth, it would be the perfect phone.
All those in favour of me growing a long, luxuriant goatee, say aye.