Wassup, then?
Well, little stuff mostly
The Delhi Book Exhibition is on at Pragati Maidan and I have to go for it. But there's also Daryaganj, where books will be much cheaper - these are difficult decisions.
The plug that runs our water motor (which annoyingly hasn't worked in two days) blew a fuse last night. When we moved it to another plug, that blew a fuse, this time loudly with a flash of light and a puff of smoke. I was standing next to it, but found myself effortlessly jumping halfway across the room at the time of the incident - the flea for life.
Fathers should not read daughters' blogs - this to the elder sister - because they feel that husbands of bloggers may not like what is written about them and this will become a sensitive issue. Daughters in turn should not tell parents that they have blogs... if not for themselves then to spare their siblings from having to listen to these comments.
Watched a French Opera, The Pearl Fishers yesterday. Understood one word in 10. Have realised that I like Baritones.
Bought a skipping rope, but haven't found time to skip. Well, actually I skipped one day and this fancy plastic thing really hurts when it hits you. Have made a mental note to be very careful about missing a step.
There is a mountain of fruit at home, thanks to V, and I am determinedly munching my way through apples and bananas. I am also making Mosambi juice in the mornings (an arduous process since we have no juicer or that little juice contraption meant for oranges and sweet limes).
I have had a very productive four days in terms of work, I have plodded away at work on a daily basis - it's a whole new sensation, I must say, very not me. I still prefer working like mad right at the end - this basically seems like too much work.
In his heyday Bappi Lahiri's done some very good work. Am currently taken with Muskurata Hua from Lahu Ke Do Rang.
I haven't finished a single book in a week, though I've made substantial progress on both City of Djinns and Service with a Smile. And have read another page of Night Train to Memphis (Elizabeth Peters) and begun Still Life with a Woodpecker (Tom Robbins). I've never read more than one book at a time, and never have I taken so long over them. What's happening?
The Delhi Book Exhibition is on at Pragati Maidan and I have to go for it. But there's also Daryaganj, where books will be much cheaper - these are difficult decisions.
The plug that runs our water motor (which annoyingly hasn't worked in two days) blew a fuse last night. When we moved it to another plug, that blew a fuse, this time loudly with a flash of light and a puff of smoke. I was standing next to it, but found myself effortlessly jumping halfway across the room at the time of the incident - the flea for life.
Fathers should not read daughters' blogs - this to the elder sister - because they feel that husbands of bloggers may not like what is written about them and this will become a sensitive issue. Daughters in turn should not tell parents that they have blogs... if not for themselves then to spare their siblings from having to listen to these comments.
Watched a French Opera, The Pearl Fishers yesterday. Understood one word in 10. Have realised that I like Baritones.
Bought a skipping rope, but haven't found time to skip. Well, actually I skipped one day and this fancy plastic thing really hurts when it hits you. Have made a mental note to be very careful about missing a step.
There is a mountain of fruit at home, thanks to V, and I am determinedly munching my way through apples and bananas. I am also making Mosambi juice in the mornings (an arduous process since we have no juicer or that little juice contraption meant for oranges and sweet limes).
I have had a very productive four days in terms of work, I have plodded away at work on a daily basis - it's a whole new sensation, I must say, very not me. I still prefer working like mad right at the end - this basically seems like too much work.
In his heyday Bappi Lahiri's done some very good work. Am currently taken with Muskurata Hua from Lahu Ke Do Rang.
I haven't finished a single book in a week, though I've made substantial progress on both City of Djinns and Service with a Smile. And have read another page of Night Train to Memphis (Elizabeth Peters) and begun Still Life with a Woodpecker (Tom Robbins). I've never read more than one book at a time, and never have I taken so long over them. What's happening?
posted by i wonder why at 2:17 pm
4 Comments:
Hmm.. I have to read My Name is Red, On The Road, My Man Jeeves, finish one of the Grantas, Trail, Scoop AND of course the new travel book. I am feeling bogged down with all the books I have to read and am not reading any. Last night I read three lines of Pamuk and smiled lovingly at the travel book. This has been on my mind. Books, I must get back to them. This list is just the ones lying on my bed, there are more bought and not read yet!
I prefer working at nights too. Then, um, that makes the two of us. Wanna consult others and do a union thingie? Be brats eh?
union is good - only I don't think the powers that be will tolerate it. Boss E herself will nip it in the bud, i'm afraid
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Oh The Horror, The Horror!!
"In his heyday Bappi Lahiri's done some very good work. Am currently taken with Muskurata Hua from Lahu Ke Do Rang. "
Am ready and will willingly commit "seppakku" now.
Tis the limit, Bhappi Da - that walking, talking jewelery shop... and Good Work !!! 2 Poles apart with the universe in between isn't far enough for them meet. I tell ya.
What else can I say that I am amused to death after reading this one.....
BTW The Tim Robbins be excellentcio.
cheers
z
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