A 2L bottle of Sauza tequila in Houston can be procured for somewhere in the vicinity of $10 on good day in a good shop. That translates to roughly Rs. 500. Then why in God's name does every place in this city charge Rs. 200 for a 30 mL shot? Outside of Pondicherry where a bottle of some noxious drink that's labelled tequila except that it's distilled in an equally obscure chemical waste treatment plant can be got for the same price. The world isn't working quite the way I'd like it. There also exists in the good shop in interior Texas powdered Margarita mix. Just add water and tequila and aye caramba! One drunk night.
All that apart, it is with a heavy heart that I bid farewell to a friend of a few years. A comfort in loneliness, an entertainer when bored, a protector when vulnerable, this was one companion who almost never let me down. Outside of the time in hostel when a depression in the Bay of Bengal had knocked power out for 3 days but that was an act of God. But all things have a lifespan. And often not as long as Darwin's tortoises. Some they say are born to lead short lives, other's achieve it and some still have an early demise thrust upon them by technological advancement. My Nokia 3315 belongs to Category III. The world spun on it's axis and I find myself on the other side of the MS fence and in a position to claim the bonus of a new phone. So here I am the proud, new, obsessed owner of a w810i. And having spent two sleepless nights downloading themes and games and notorious Russian software to read the medical tomes in pdb and other unsupported formats I'm finally in a position to play Prince of Persia the Warrior Within and Sudoku. Joy to the world.
There is often a twist in the tale and occasionally a funny one at that. The Provider of food, shelter and technology also decided to get himself a phone considering the 3310 that he had and had just about come to terms with decided to start breathing it's last. And since presbyopia can be a bitch the obvious choice was a Samsung, wherein the text size makes children's books look like fine print. So the X 700 has an FM Radio, mp3 player, 1.3 megapixel camera and bluetooth to name a few. I still haven't managed to load sudoku onto it and have been promised much rewards when I do but that isn't the story. After the water filter incident the man's decided that maybe reading user manuals might just be a good way to start things (flight of ideas, start things - let's start the very beginning... - do re me fa so latte do, with credit to barista for coming up with that on their t-shirts). So after a day or so ardent perusal we find that he's caught someone to take a picture of him at work in the executive chair in all his resplendent glory and set it as his wallpaper. Also he's realised that the little silver disc above the camera is for taking self portraits and works reasonably well.
Apparently both a fondness for red meat and self-obsession are transmitted paternally so, in all likelihood are linked to the Y chromosome.
All that apart, it is with a heavy heart that I bid farewell to a friend of a few years. A comfort in loneliness, an entertainer when bored, a protector when vulnerable, this was one companion who almost never let me down. Outside of the time in hostel when a depression in the Bay of Bengal had knocked power out for 3 days but that was an act of God. But all things have a lifespan. And often not as long as Darwin's tortoises. Some they say are born to lead short lives, other's achieve it and some still have an early demise thrust upon them by technological advancement. My Nokia 3315 belongs to Category III. The world spun on it's axis and I find myself on the other side of the MS fence and in a position to claim the bonus of a new phone. So here I am the proud, new, obsessed owner of a w810i. And having spent two sleepless nights downloading themes and games and notorious Russian software to read the medical tomes in pdb and other unsupported formats I'm finally in a position to play Prince of Persia the Warrior Within and Sudoku. Joy to the world.
There is often a twist in the tale and occasionally a funny one at that. The Provider of food, shelter and technology also decided to get himself a phone considering the 3310 that he had and had just about come to terms with decided to start breathing it's last. And since presbyopia can be a bitch the obvious choice was a Samsung, wherein the text size makes children's books look like fine print. So the X 700 has an FM Radio, mp3 player, 1.3 megapixel camera and bluetooth to name a few. I still haven't managed to load sudoku onto it and have been promised much rewards when I do but that isn't the story. After the water filter incident the man's decided that maybe reading user manuals might just be a good way to start things (flight of ideas, start things - let's start the very beginning... - do re me fa so latte do, with credit to barista for coming up with that on their t-shirts). So after a day or so ardent perusal we find that he's caught someone to take a picture of him at work in the executive chair in all his resplendent glory and set it as his wallpaper. Also he's realised that the little silver disc above the camera is for taking self portraits and works reasonably well.
Apparently both a fondness for red meat and self-obsession are transmitted paternally so, in all likelihood are linked to the Y chromosome.
