Lost in my own world of complex realities, I try to make myself comfortable in the contours of simple realities ....
Though hard to come by in such treacherous circumstances, I try to be happy in simple realities where materialism takes a backseat and I want to be a voracious academician always hungry for more knowledge.
Sadly my new bookshelf containing wisdom accumulated down three generations, mocks at me. ...
And I again get entrapped in adverse realities of a human being wasting himself, of not finding himself among books.
And the sudden realisation that a day will come when these books will be reduced to sawdusts.
Apocryphal!!!!!
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
... a passionate story untold
As long as there is existence, people will continue dreaming for a better and passionate life.
the belief that Gods will never fail is a universal truth cutting across religions because they have been "invented" by human beings. The wise two-footed animal has created everything to suit his needs and hence, the very creation of God. A western philosopher by the name of Plato (does it ring a bell?) held this view.... Not me.
There is a God... there is no need to invent him/her... The almighty 'evokes' of all us to dream so that we can feel the pulse of humanity.
the belief that Gods will never fail is a universal truth cutting across religions because they have been "invented" by human beings. The wise two-footed animal has created everything to suit his needs and hence, the very creation of God. A western philosopher by the name of Plato (does it ring a bell?) held this view.... Not me.
There is a God... there is no need to invent him/her... The almighty 'evokes' of all us to dream so that we can feel the pulse of humanity.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Like the Earth
"...I set myself adrift and seek the breeze to leap for joy,
who never learned to dance.
Because I love,
the world is fresh and new.
I learn, I am, I say myself . . . for you. "
Ray Saunders
who never learned to dance.
Because I love,
the world is fresh and new.
I learn, I am, I say myself . . . for you. "
Ray Saunders
Friday, September 03, 2004
STIR
Well, I am back to blogging after a long lull... n the reason not hard to find...
I have gradually realised the need for a support n the urge for it, i shud say, is growing everyday... i need to lift myself above the daily grudges of professionalism... If you don't have spring in ur steps before u set off for ur office, I think it's high time u call it quits...
But the great 'middle class mentality' of an urban youth fails to come to terms with the countless uncertainties floating in the troubled waters of modernity... We are living in a dog-eat-dog world where the corporate mantra of 'you are judged by ur yesterday's performance' has insiduously crept into journalism... How often ur excellent work is forgotten in case of a mistake 'yesterday'.... That way life becomes all the more fleeting...
Well i m missing life n its enthusiasm n the sepharic inspiration it gives to me....the world is such a new place to me that it seems that very few things have got their names...
I have gradually realised the need for a support n the urge for it, i shud say, is growing everyday... i need to lift myself above the daily grudges of professionalism... If you don't have spring in ur steps before u set off for ur office, I think it's high time u call it quits...
But the great 'middle class mentality' of an urban youth fails to come to terms with the countless uncertainties floating in the troubled waters of modernity... We are living in a dog-eat-dog world where the corporate mantra of 'you are judged by ur yesterday's performance' has insiduously crept into journalism... How often ur excellent work is forgotten in case of a mistake 'yesterday'.... That way life becomes all the more fleeting...
Well i m missing life n its enthusiasm n the sepharic inspiration it gives to me....the world is such a new place to me that it seems that very few things have got their names...
Friday, August 27, 2004
symphony
Posted on 8/27/2004
Mozart had never composed such a beautiful symphony that life seems to be singing to me these days...But I m worried over Pals despondency..
she has to dig her way out of the abyss that she momentarily finds herself in...It's just a phase n i m sure that she would come out of it with flying colours...
But her disappointment is justified as journalism is very trivial for serious people...learning the wonders of language n not the fantasy of literature is the biggest disadvantage posed by modern-day cheap journalism, where ideas are sold for few dollars n consent is manufactured...
The all-pervading 'feel good factor' is yet another media created hype...A country where 214 million are still malnourished, can we claim that we as a nation are 'shinning'?
In a country where the figures released by the government agencies are as good as reading some thrillers, we can never be sure about our development figures...The modern day triviality is best reflected in the media...a mirror that speaks the language of the government.....media a mirror?
Just read the "going against the grain" column in the Hindu by Rammanohar Reddy, the eco dude...Brilliant....N for an in-depth analysis on the mini budget, read frontline....worth reading...
Today the mini-exim policy was released..nothing glorious to write home about...removing import duty on silver and gold will solve all our problems?
Now more alcohol will flow as the facility of duty-free alcohol imports is being extended to heritage hotels, one- and two-star hotels and restaurants. The ceiling on gifts being sent abroad has been raised from Rs. 1 lakh to Rs. 5 lakh.
But no in-depth analysis as yet on the exim policy...
Mozart had never composed such a beautiful symphony that life seems to be singing to me these days...But I m worried over Pals despondency..
she has to dig her way out of the abyss that she momentarily finds herself in...It's just a phase n i m sure that she would come out of it with flying colours...
But her disappointment is justified as journalism is very trivial for serious people...learning the wonders of language n not the fantasy of literature is the biggest disadvantage posed by modern-day cheap journalism, where ideas are sold for few dollars n consent is manufactured...
The all-pervading 'feel good factor' is yet another media created hype...A country where 214 million are still malnourished, can we claim that we as a nation are 'shinning'?
In a country where the figures released by the government agencies are as good as reading some thrillers, we can never be sure about our development figures...The modern day triviality is best reflected in the media...a mirror that speaks the language of the government.....media a mirror?
Just read the "going against the grain" column in the Hindu by Rammanohar Reddy, the eco dude...Brilliant....N for an in-depth analysis on the mini budget, read frontline....worth reading...
Today the mini-exim policy was released..nothing glorious to write home about...removing import duty on silver and gold will solve all our problems?
Now more alcohol will flow as the facility of duty-free alcohol imports is being extended to heritage hotels, one- and two-star hotels and restaurants. The ceiling on gifts being sent abroad has been raised from Rs. 1 lakh to Rs. 5 lakh.
But no in-depth analysis as yet on the exim policy...
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Comments
With election round the bend, it's time for some political comments.
What is the mantra for BJP's unexpected success? Isn't astonishing that a party which was once on the fringes of Indian polity is now occupying the centrestage?
From a party with just two members in the Parliament in 1980, it is now heading the ruling alliance. Quite phenomenal! But how did it happen? It did not happen overnight.
The Congessisation of BJP started taking place in the last decade of the 20th century, when the party tried to co-opt with the system. At the same time, keeping contentious issues alive it ensured that it fuelled the majoritarian sentiments. It did everything that the Congress had been practising for the last several decades. It played up the sectarian and communal cards in the same way the Congress had reaped political benefits by killing numeruous Sikhs. And who can forget Shah Bano.
It's an endless topic. Tomorrow i have to cover a press conference. So, will wind it up for the day.
What is the mantra for BJP's unexpected success? Isn't astonishing that a party which was once on the fringes of Indian polity is now occupying the centrestage?
From a party with just two members in the Parliament in 1980, it is now heading the ruling alliance. Quite phenomenal! But how did it happen? It did not happen overnight.
The Congessisation of BJP started taking place in the last decade of the 20th century, when the party tried to co-opt with the system. At the same time, keeping contentious issues alive it ensured that it fuelled the majoritarian sentiments. It did everything that the Congress had been practising for the last several decades. It played up the sectarian and communal cards in the same way the Congress had reaped political benefits by killing numeruous Sikhs. And who can forget Shah Bano.
It's an endless topic. Tomorrow i have to cover a press conference. So, will wind it up for the day.
Saturday, February 28, 2004
beginning anew..
Tomorrow the train will chug off for Patna, my gran ol' city...a new chapter will begin in the 'school of life'....From one corporate media house to another, I will begin life afresh...
All the exalted principles of morality fall flat in the face of consumerism...Journalism is no longer a social service, it caters to the avarice of corporates..n still the irony of journalism persists that it is a thankless profession with meagre renumerations...
I m not satisfied....I will be working on the same old shitty stuff just for satiating the 'news sense' of people by producing the same shitty stuff of 'two killed, one injured'...
So, creativity, as Mr Pinkham told us in the classroom, shud be killed...n to be brutally frank, the lil bit of creative element in me is choking..n if i stay longer in this profession, i might be branded a zombie...
Anyways, today the Naxals had called a 24-hr All India bandh...the most pertinent question here is: Do the masses support the extreme Left wing organisations? Despite the media created image of anti-Naxal feelings among the hoi-polloi, I think that the ultras are still popular among the poor. The mass base of Naxals and their staunch opposition to democracy is simply out of this world phenomenon.
They practice an internal democracy, the kind which Gandhi proposed...they want the rural economy to function properly, the root of development but hydra headed globalisation is out to strike out this root of development.
Ok, for reading the views of my other half, read thehungrytide.blogspot.com
All the exalted principles of morality fall flat in the face of consumerism...Journalism is no longer a social service, it caters to the avarice of corporates..n still the irony of journalism persists that it is a thankless profession with meagre renumerations...
I m not satisfied....I will be working on the same old shitty stuff just for satiating the 'news sense' of people by producing the same shitty stuff of 'two killed, one injured'...
So, creativity, as Mr Pinkham told us in the classroom, shud be killed...n to be brutally frank, the lil bit of creative element in me is choking..n if i stay longer in this profession, i might be branded a zombie...
Anyways, today the Naxals had called a 24-hr All India bandh...the most pertinent question here is: Do the masses support the extreme Left wing organisations? Despite the media created image of anti-Naxal feelings among the hoi-polloi, I think that the ultras are still popular among the poor. The mass base of Naxals and their staunch opposition to democracy is simply out of this world phenomenon.
They practice an internal democracy, the kind which Gandhi proposed...they want the rural economy to function properly, the root of development but hydra headed globalisation is out to strike out this root of development.
Ok, for reading the views of my other half, read thehungrytide.blogspot.com
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
seeking meanings
'April is the cruellest month' but it brought happiness as a 'choti si love story' was born in the cruel summer.
A love story that had its origin in the 'mechanical clicks of keyboard' finally was lost on the infobhan.
Distance I thought intensified love but it can leave unforeseeable consequences too.
Romanticism, Ayn Rand says is a concept. It does not deal with the modern day trivia but symbolises what ought to be. It creates. It does not project.
Since we are too much consumed by the acrimonious realities of life, we can not think of a life not dotted with the real. We lose the sight of the ideal, the romantic in all of us. So, where are we all heading..in search of illusion?
Longevity in relationships like longevity of a literary text demands patience, the power to digest, a minimum level of tolerance, and sometimes the incontrovertible help of the du-ex-machina and above all the ability for fulfilling small wishes.
Sadly, few people overlook these pre-requisites.
A love story that had its origin in the 'mechanical clicks of keyboard' finally was lost on the infobhan.
Distance I thought intensified love but it can leave unforeseeable consequences too.
Romanticism, Ayn Rand says is a concept. It does not deal with the modern day trivia but symbolises what ought to be. It creates. It does not project.
Since we are too much consumed by the acrimonious realities of life, we can not think of a life not dotted with the real. We lose the sight of the ideal, the romantic in all of us. So, where are we all heading..in search of illusion?
Longevity in relationships like longevity of a literary text demands patience, the power to digest, a minimum level of tolerance, and sometimes the incontrovertible help of the du-ex-machina and above all the ability for fulfilling small wishes.
Sadly, few people overlook these pre-requisites.
Saturday, February 21, 2004
retaliation
A man bubbling with enthusiasm suddenly finds himself at the far end of happiness, in an ante-room that leads to inferno.
But he is not forgiving. He is not a saint.
But he is not forgiving. He is not a saint.
Thursday, February 12, 2004
destiny's child
Adrenaline must be really running high for a close encounter with a long lost childhood friend. But someone will have a date with cruel destiny. And anger is also expressed in symbols. Childhood fren occupies the centrestage and kicks out the destiny's forgotten child. That's what AC said modern poetry is expressed through objective imagination. But he failed to elaborate on the modern day trauma of a youth displaced from his rightful place.
Monday, February 09, 2004
We are all suffering from 'IGNORANCE-IS-STRENGTH'-syndrome. After reading Orwell's 1984, it seems that the setting of the novel fits in very well with the scheme of things prevalent in Bihar. Today the minister of state for commercial taxes Dadan Singh alias Dadan Pehalwan Yadav organised a dangal n strangely there was huge turnout for this political melodrama. Not to mention that such an event was played up in the media. Seeing a sizeable media presence, the phalwan didn't stop of demanding 10 per cent reservation for phalwans in the parliament! I guess this move will finally give credence to criminalisation of politics. So, phalwans, besides flexing muscles, can use their brains too. Wow!!!!!!!
I m rotting in Ranchi...God only knows when I will get out of this rubbish place...
I m rotting in Ranchi...God only knows when I will get out of this rubbish place...
Sunday, February 08, 2004
It's been a long time since i blogged. In fact i was caught in a rut...today finally shifted to a new place...nothing happening these days..Ranchi is so boring...seems the place is suferring from aesthetic and intellectual amnesia.....
Anyways, the political cauldron is all set to explode in the days to come...Kalayan is back into the BJP fold after having severed ties with the parent party.....Why? For ideological reasons..Nay....for enjoying the fruits of power....So, the days have come when the politicians have started making beeline to the tailor's shop for getting new kurtas for the election campaign...nothing in politics can be read in black and white except the lust for power.....but politicians are very particular about the colour of their kurtas.....it's always white.............But u can't see through the white magic of their kurtas....
I know that i have produced a shit today but after reading abt 4000 words this is what i m capable of..
Anyways, the political cauldron is all set to explode in the days to come...Kalayan is back into the BJP fold after having severed ties with the parent party.....Why? For ideological reasons..Nay....for enjoying the fruits of power....So, the days have come when the politicians have started making beeline to the tailor's shop for getting new kurtas for the election campaign...nothing in politics can be read in black and white except the lust for power.....but politicians are very particular about the colour of their kurtas.....it's always white.............But u can't see through the white magic of their kurtas....
I know that i have produced a shit today but after reading abt 4000 words this is what i m capable of..
Saturday, January 31, 2004
Their brazenness knows no bounds...Even after being humiliated in 91 for unanimously passing a pension bill that would have allowed even one time MPs to seek pension, the leaders have not mended their ways...They have again indulged in self-upliftment..Again a new bill has been passed allowing anyone having attended either of the House even for a day to seek pension for lifetime...And all done at the cost of tax payer's hard earned money...But the most surprising aspect of this development has been the stony silence maintained by the public and the press...We only glorify ourselves in the arrogant display of weaponry on the R-day..perhaps we love being jingoistic...But we are blind to the loot of public money by the ministers n MPs...GOD save us from ourselves...
But one silent reform has been taking place, which has passed the attention of the mainstream media...From the next LS, MPs wont be presented with munificient gifts by the PSUs..n of course they will have to stay in guset houses insted of their comfortable abode: the five star hotels...
Pals got her first term grades..better than what I had secured last year..n still she is not happy knowing very well that she would finally excell at a place she scorns so much..but the will to perform never dies....
But what about the million dollar question?
But one silent reform has been taking place, which has passed the attention of the mainstream media...From the next LS, MPs wont be presented with munificient gifts by the PSUs..n of course they will have to stay in guset houses insted of their comfortable abode: the five star hotels...
Pals got her first term grades..better than what I had secured last year..n still she is not happy knowing very well that she would finally excell at a place she scorns so much..but the will to perform never dies....
But what about the million dollar question?
Thursday, January 29, 2004
Mozart had never composed such a beautiful symphony that life seems to be singing to me these days...But I m worried over Pals despondency..she has to dig her way out of the abyss that she momentarily finds herself in...It's just a phase n i m sure that she would come out of it with flying colours...But her disappointment is justified as journalism is very trivial for serious people...learning the wonders of language n not the fantasy of literature is the biggest disadvantage posed by modern-day cheap journalism where ideas are sold for few dollars n consent is manufactured...The all-pervading 'feel good factor' is yet another media created hype...A country where 214 million are still malnourished, can we claim that we as a nation are 'shinning'. In a country where the figures released by the government agencies are as good as reading some thrillers, we can never be sure about our development figures...The modern day triviality is best reflected in the media...a mirror that speaks the language of the government.....media a mirror?
Just read the "going against the grain" column in the Hindu by Rammanohar Reddy, the eco dude...Brilliant....N for an in-depth analysis on the mini budget, read frontline....worth reading...Today the mini-exim policy was released..nothing glorious to write home about...removing import duty on silver and gold will solve all our problems?
Now more alcohol will flow as the facility of duty-free alcohol imports is being extended to heritage hotels, one- and two-star hotels and restaurants. The ceiling on gifts being sent abroad has been raised from Rs. 1 lakh to Rs. 5 lakh.
But no in-depth analysis as yet on the exim policy...
Chalo will write more later
Just read the "going against the grain" column in the Hindu by Rammanohar Reddy, the eco dude...Brilliant....N for an in-depth analysis on the mini budget, read frontline....worth reading...Today the mini-exim policy was released..nothing glorious to write home about...removing import duty on silver and gold will solve all our problems?
Now more alcohol will flow as the facility of duty-free alcohol imports is being extended to heritage hotels, one- and two-star hotels and restaurants. The ceiling on gifts being sent abroad has been raised from Rs. 1 lakh to Rs. 5 lakh.
But no in-depth analysis as yet on the exim policy...
Chalo will write more later
Sunday, January 25, 2004
Pal left leaving behind a pal of gloom. But my comic relief is not too far. Two off days would be good enough to shake off my well deserved tragedy.
The last week was immensely satisfying in terms of love n work.
I have so much to write about but normally when I m bubbling with ideas my ideas fail me miserably.
Will hope to write something tomorrow.
The last week was immensely satisfying in terms of love n work.
I have so much to write about but normally when I m bubbling with ideas my ideas fail me miserably.
Will hope to write something tomorrow.
Thursday, January 22, 2004
Thursday, January 15, 2004
Monday, January 12, 2004
today was yet another good day,,,enjoyed the developments of the day and assuarances,,,
It is such a murky world full of sychophants that someone else's assuarances value more than one's professional competence
Anyways, i m not thinking anymore on these subjects
Love was in the air today...I just could not hold myself back n rushed in the odd hour to talk to P******...
Well, never would tire of repeating John Dryden...
Nothing more for the day...
will have something to write "home" about tomorrow
It is such a murky world full of sychophants that someone else's assuarances value more than one's professional competence
Anyways, i m not thinking anymore on these subjects
Love was in the air today...I just could not hold myself back n rushed in the odd hour to talk to P******...
Well, never would tire of repeating John Dryden...
Nothing more for the day...
will have something to write "home" about tomorrow
Saturday, January 10, 2004
Oh, What a day!!!!!! Why the hell I m so damn possesive? Coz I feel that over possession is just another unreasonable dimension of love just like love itself. When I was graduating both in love and literature, someone quoted Dryden-"Love is the reason for all unreasonable actions." And boy isn't it fabulous to experience the golden words! My happiness also springs from Kinshu's achievement. He has got a call from Asia Pacific Institute of Management. Kudos to lil Kinshu.
Tried to splash my blog with colours but being a technologically-challenged person, it was quite difficult for me, next to impossible...finally gave it up.
I think that these days I m obsessed with personal debates so much so that my atention has completely shifted from the impersonal, waht's happening througout the world,,,,So, from now onwards I will try to focus my attention on the day-to-day politics,,well evinces my interest as elections are approaching,,,But my first love will overshadow all these,,,
It seems that any attraction towards anything except her is infatuation.
Tried to splash my blog with colours but being a technologically-challenged person, it was quite difficult for me, next to impossible...finally gave it up.
I think that these days I m obsessed with personal debates so much so that my atention has completely shifted from the impersonal, waht's happening througout the world,,,,So, from now onwards I will try to focus my attention on the day-to-day politics,,well evinces my interest as elections are approaching,,,But my first love will overshadow all these,,,
It seems that any attraction towards anything except her is infatuation.
Thursday, January 08, 2004
At the precipice, yet I feel that I have not jumped into the abyss of deliberate ignorance. The problem with me is that I m doubly possessive. I want to remain imperturbable but circumstances wont let me be at peace.
So, I have finally dropped the idea of visiting the World Social Forum, a forum to which I don't belong. Few words defeated my whole purpose of attending the inconsequential forum. But one thing for sure is that retaliation has many faces and it can strike back at any moment. I still fail to apprehend the unpredictability.
Sometimes I consider that it is good to bury oneself into self exile to ward of the torments of hard realities, raelities that could have been avoided easily.
So, I have finally dropped the idea of visiting the World Social Forum, a forum to which I don't belong. Few words defeated my whole purpose of attending the inconsequential forum. But one thing for sure is that retaliation has many faces and it can strike back at any moment. I still fail to apprehend the unpredictability.
Sometimes I consider that it is good to bury oneself into self exile to ward of the torments of hard realities, raelities that could have been avoided easily.
Today I committed yet another sin. Against my wishes, I had to take bath. So, first bath of the new year. Didnt make me proud or anything. Infact, I started feeling sleepy.
The WSF starts on JAN 16. I also want to be experience the anti-globalisation agitation.
Let's see how things shape up in next few days...
Hoping for the best
The WSF starts on JAN 16. I also want to be experience the anti-globalisation agitation.
Let's see how things shape up in next few days...
Hoping for the best
Monday, January 05, 2004
Satisfaction is highly elusive,,it somewhere links upto the grand illusion of certainty. Today I thought that I was satisfied with my work but after some soul searching I realised that satisfaction sprang not from work but after from buying a book-the Continent of Circe. But then it vanished all of a sudden. I m not sure why.
My long wait is not coming to an end,, i m still in a limbo. And my chances have been jeopardised by the rumours. But still I look with hope. Or am I hoping against hope? Only GOD knows.
Pray when will ppl grow up! When will boys become worthy gentlemen? I should be asking this to me! After all, it were my vocal chords that vibrated strongly at the wrong place. Oh I was thru but I m still stuck. The contradictions of life.
The Mercury is hurtling southwards each day. And I m enjoying the winter. But amn't I politically incorrect? When thousands under privileged are dying of the spine chilling cold wave, how can I enjoy the winters? Doesn't it reek of cynicism? But isn't it human to relish the wonders of season? I m confused. I m caught between two worlds. The passionate individual in me tells me to be upfront in my thinking and the social animal in me drives me against my passions. Which way to go? Shall I feel guilty when I assert my unbridled emotions? Or shall I subdue the more humane instincts in me? I m not trying to be cynical.
My long wait is not coming to an end,, i m still in a limbo. And my chances have been jeopardised by the rumours. But still I look with hope. Or am I hoping against hope? Only GOD knows.
Pray when will ppl grow up! When will boys become worthy gentlemen? I should be asking this to me! After all, it were my vocal chords that vibrated strongly at the wrong place. Oh I was thru but I m still stuck. The contradictions of life.
The Mercury is hurtling southwards each day. And I m enjoying the winter. But amn't I politically incorrect? When thousands under privileged are dying of the spine chilling cold wave, how can I enjoy the winters? Doesn't it reek of cynicism? But isn't it human to relish the wonders of season? I m confused. I m caught between two worlds. The passionate individual in me tells me to be upfront in my thinking and the social animal in me drives me against my passions. Which way to go? Shall I feel guilty when I assert my unbridled emotions? Or shall I subdue the more humane instincts in me? I m not trying to be cynical.
Sunday, January 04, 2004
On the overdrive of rumour mill, I have been taken for a ride. But who cares!!! Did it deserve attention at all? Yes, for the ill-gotten and deprived peers. Someone's ass is on fire, I don't know whose.
This office is no less than the Hyde park where lovers made secret intrigues. Or much to the liking of the readers of Gothic romances, it's a bloody haunted place full of rumour mongers. A canard-spreading Frankenstein is on the prowl, ready to devour the innocent. Even Mrs Shelly's Frankenstein would have failed to match the ferociousness of this HT groomed monster.
But as sanity descends on me (which unfortunately most lack), my momentary anger vanishes. The game continues and I play my part, as a secondary actor on the stage. Let's see where it heads.
Nothing more for the day except the brilliant performance by Sachin.
Even P******, my palliative, left for Chennai. So I will now miss out on night-long call-phone conversations. That's how life is. Tomorrow, I intend to visist the book fair but to be fair i m not expecting too much from this place.
Rest for tomorrow
This office is no less than the Hyde park where lovers made secret intrigues. Or much to the liking of the readers of Gothic romances, it's a bloody haunted place full of rumour mongers. A canard-spreading Frankenstein is on the prowl, ready to devour the innocent. Even Mrs Shelly's Frankenstein would have failed to match the ferociousness of this HT groomed monster.
But as sanity descends on me (which unfortunately most lack), my momentary anger vanishes. The game continues and I play my part, as a secondary actor on the stage. Let's see where it heads.
Nothing more for the day except the brilliant performance by Sachin.
Even P******, my palliative, left for Chennai. So I will now miss out on night-long call-phone conversations. That's how life is. Tomorrow, I intend to visist the book fair but to be fair i m not expecting too much from this place.
Rest for tomorrow
