It seems I'll post whenever I can find a computer, ten minutes and an idea. Irrespective of how bad the post will be. Why? Simply because much as I think my phone and it's ability to interact with the Internet at any level from simple mail checks to telling me route information of the Delhi Metro to even USC 2257 approved material, I get tired of typing mails on a little keypad. And watching the Internet in little 2x3 inch bits. (bits, Internet ha ha). So here I am on this really cool laptop that has a screen that's bigger than the desktop back home and apparently is one of those wide screen things so when you watch Lord of The Rings on DVD you actually get to see the lone orc wanking off the normal screen. And some people will make quiz questions on that. Like what's his name? Was he of the White Hand of Saruman or the Eye of Sauron or just some freelance bystander turned on by all the carnage?
The rambling is due to many reasons. One, just outside my window two pigeons have decided to roost. Thus for the past few days I've seen them bring twig after twig akin to the little drops of water making oceans, and put together a nest and then in one flash of movement do the needful. There are now 3 eggs in that nest. I had initially planned pigeon omelets but they're just too damn small to make anything substantial. And too common to be touted as a delicacy a la caviar. Now I dread the time in the next few weeks when they'll hatch and all day and most of the night some fledgling squealing is going to drive me up the wall. Watch this space then. Or maybe not.
Second I haven't slept after last night's tryst in the emergency. Not that it was life-savingly busy but yeah got a few brownie points. The most frustrating is having to bump patients across (vide previous posts) after some aggressive resuscitation.
Third is Delhi and it's intense insanity. Like some moron who ran into a glass door. Like the Saint Gobain advertisements we all laughed at. He did. And despite every instinct to whack him across the head and ask him what he thought he was looking at I had to scan his head and surprisingly enough he seemed to have an intact brain.
And then at three I heard a sound that television and occasionally real life have taught me signifies a potential sight for sore eyes. High heels clicking on mosaic tiles.
Sound followed. Ugly unpolished pointy leather shoes found attached to chom man. Thus the angst.
Have this cool plan to get Bangalore's fashion gurus and force them to watch the common man here. Hopefully they'll die of apoplexy. Or something.
The rambling is due to many reasons. One, just outside my window two pigeons have decided to roost. Thus for the past few days I've seen them bring twig after twig akin to the little drops of water making oceans, and put together a nest and then in one flash of movement do the needful. There are now 3 eggs in that nest. I had initially planned pigeon omelets but they're just too damn small to make anything substantial. And too common to be touted as a delicacy a la caviar. Now I dread the time in the next few weeks when they'll hatch and all day and most of the night some fledgling squealing is going to drive me up the wall. Watch this space then. Or maybe not.
Second I haven't slept after last night's tryst in the emergency. Not that it was life-savingly busy but yeah got a few brownie points. The most frustrating is having to bump patients across (vide previous posts) after some aggressive resuscitation.
Third is Delhi and it's intense insanity. Like some moron who ran into a glass door. Like the Saint Gobain advertisements we all laughed at. He did. And despite every instinct to whack him across the head and ask him what he thought he was looking at I had to scan his head and surprisingly enough he seemed to have an intact brain.
And then at three I heard a sound that television and occasionally real life have taught me signifies a potential sight for sore eyes. High heels clicking on mosaic tiles.
Sound followed. Ugly unpolished pointy leather shoes found attached to chom man. Thus the angst.
Have this cool plan to get Bangalore's fashion gurus and force them to watch the common man here. Hopefully they'll die of apoplexy. Or something.
