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Just like that
Yes yes I know, I keep promising to write and I don't. What to do? I am as busy as a bee, as a beaver, as an ant even. And talking of ants, here's what Ogden Nash has to say: The ant has made himself illustrious Through constant industry industrious So what? Would you be calm and placid If you were full of formic acid? ~ Ogden Nash Anyway to be absolutely honest, I haven't been all that busy. Well, I have, but not too busy to blog, not really. And it's not like I haven't been doing anything - a week at Neral in the early monsoon was certainly worth a post, and so were several...
Candle in the wind
Another Elton John number. Just coincidence, I haven't been listening to the guy overmuch or anything. Was ruminating on fame and success and how it changes some people (though fortunately, not all!) and the song just came to mind! Goodbye Norma Jean Though I never knew you at all You had the grace to hold yourself While those around you crawled They crawled out of the woodwork And they whispered into your brain They set you on the treadmill And they made you change your name And it seems to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind Never...
That reminds me...
Caught a nice sunset today (alas, no camera handy!); the sun, artfully hidden behind a bank of low clouds, was dripping molten rays to the horizon below. Later in the evening, there was also a full moon, or near as makes no difference. Awakened some memories :o( Am reading P G Wodehouse and Ogden Nash currently (thanks CV for the Nash!) Bliss! That reminds me... Just imagine yourself seated on a shadowy terrace, And beside you is a girl who stirs you more strangely than a heiress. It is a summer evening at its most superb, And the...
Megha chaye
It's raining, men! A few hours back, the smell of freshly wet earth (there's nothing quite like the smell of the first rain!) heralded the onset of the long-awaited monsoon in Bombay. The rain sang its staccato melodies, with a full orchestra of light and sound to accompany it - and the city, crushed and wilting in the summer heat, awoke like a flower to the change in weather. Old pal B having come down after a long spell schlumming it in Qatar, we were enjoying his hospitality in Mainland China when the showers began - sitting in an AC, shut away from the real world, our first...

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