"Tender is the night"

Spare the why of this pic

My biological cycle is so « screwed up » that once again I couldn’t sleep the entire night. But, at 6 24 (am, mind you) as I write this I can feel my eyelids becoming droopy and… I yawn.
So, brief synopsis of the past six hours: I studied and then decided to sleep at one. Trouble came when I couldn’t sleep! So I got up to write a mail to AIR INDIA. Yes! Air India ( long story cut short- my flight was delayed and I ended up missing my train, being stranded at Roissy having to book a hotel room, running around in cabs with two 30 +15 kg bags in this crazy city called Paris ) Despite the maddening, mouth drying, fatiguing day and a half it was, it had been forgotten (somewhat). But tonight I thought otherwise-that it should be known to ‘em. Donc j’ai bossé sur une lettre à envoyer.
Did that…but couldn’t send the mail because I didn’t have the documents scanned. Air India left there, I decided to watch a movie. The trouble is that I find it difficult to sit through a blurry movie, which is streamed online. In view of that, I’d download Wake up Sid this afternoon (I do this often enough in an attempt of having company during those fifteen minutes of lunch and dinner.)I ended up exhausting my stock. I saw Wake up Sid AND liked it. It was a good movie. Light but sensitive… Ranbir Kapoor, who has never really caught my attention before seemed very “good”. Naturally funny and lovable to be accurate with the words an all.
It’s 6 45 now. What’s planned for Saturday? Well, for the moment, a jog, a saunter in the weekly “marché” for fruits and veggies, maybe a walk to a local store to buy a mop and Economics

I turn to my blog more and more in times of solitude. When I’m “alone not lonely” (mind you ;) )…

Perdu

Last night, ( I don’t know whether it was as a dream or just another thought)I could word a certain complexity most accurately. But, it so happens that I’ve forgotten what it was. All that remain with me a little trace that I could…
How irritating this can be only I know. For now, I rack my brain to somehow find those words that came to me last night...

Happened to read these updates on Twitter. Liked the wording and wanting to share.
--ShashiTharoor RT @KS1729:(@shashitharoor)w/Anup Jalota sing "saare jahan se acha"4 diwali. Small reaffirmations of a vanishing ideal!

--priyankachopra the mind is a magician; it can make heaven out of hell and sadly hell out of heaven!

Postcard visits

September, 2009

This was a grand site indeed...
Looking upon these turbulent, Azur waters while standing on grassy cliffs, the Earth's topography came alive for me. I now know why the "Planet Earth" looks like what it does.

Lady Writer and the Water of Love...

I haven't written for so long not because of a lack of ideas but because of a lack of a unifying theme. A unifying theme for these many ideas, thoughts, and reflexions my brain churns out minute after minute, second after second. I've tried writing during History Seminars, during History Seminars but the incoherence of the text is so palpable that posting it would be ludicrous… Lot has happened over the past few days and again, I’m amazed at how life keeps unrolling itself like a film reel, and how when you look back at all that has happened, you cannot help but smile. Yesterday was Diwali. I cooked chicken curry, kneeded French Dough for pooris ( a sticky affair). The chicken turned out to be delicious and the pooris too were worth the mess in the kitchen. I ate with a friend who enjoyed the meal immensely. The evening was reserved for a "big party", a birthday party of a good friend, an " are you coming ? " event. I was pretty happy about my Saturday night scene. After all, some celebration on Diwali! So at 10 p.m. we headed out. A few of beers were what i'd planned and that's exactly how I went about it. I danced, spoke to people. It was during once such moments, when i held a 'bottle green' bottle of beer and sipped this splendid drink that someone enlightened me beyond imagination. She said, “think with the front of your brain” and gesticulated a movement, which cut the brain in two, very unequal parts such that the front was just a sliver. The sliver was to do the thinking and the rest - the large, dense, 97 percent of your brain was to do the unconscious pondering. Come to think of it, limiting the size of your brain so as to reduce the score and scores of idle thoughts is effective as a strategy. Allowing good things to come to you by surprise and take you by surprise. Good things that you've wanted but not pondered the “fluffiness” out of them…

So, there she was, “speaking words of wisdom, “let it be…” ”
Therefore, I'll stop thinking of whether Mr Kiffe would happen or not. Just wait for the day I might be taken, by surprise! “In shah Allah”