Now before I launch into some drama about my resolutions and how they've never made too much sense to anybody outside of my conscience here's an interesting story.
The Airbus A320 has enough fuel loaded onto it to do close to 3500km. And maybe more. So when my materfamilias got onto the plane that was to fly her from Bangalore to Delhi in these turbulent times, little did she realise what she was in for. It turns out that the plane took off more or less on time, flew the perquisite distance and then hit a solid wall of fog that had successfully blanketed the entire NCR and made even CAT III systems ineffective. So the A320 with all the luggage and passengers did a 180 and flew, not to Jaipur, Ahmedabad or Lucknow or even Bombay but all the way back to Bangalore. It is therefore a well laden flight that the Wright Brothers would be proud of. No wonder the damn thing gets hijacked and flown to Azerbaijan every once in a while.
Saddam was assassinated by the US. The TOI for the first time in many years had a really nice write up on that. Tragic the world is becoming.
To matters on a lighter vein, it's a new year. Like the many that happened in the past and like all those years it's a time for joyous revelry and looking back and looking forward and looking back again and crossing the road sideways.
And once the hangover abates it's time to take stock of all the goof ups and decide which ones were simply too embarrassing to repeat and which are funny enough to do maybe once more before they get boring. Hence the resolutions. Had a couple of people call me up and swear to go off alcohol, but that's a recurrent theme in their lives and more so at this time of the year. Partysmart apparently doesn't work as well as it claims. Then again the makers of that 'erb didn't think of times when the 1st of January would be a holiday.
So I resolve not to grin in an evil fashion every time an ambulance howls past. The truth is, sorry as I feel for whoever is in the van, I'm laughing at the plight of the poor sod who's going to be woken up at 2 AM. I've been there. It's not a good time. And in the event that I get where I want to I'm going to have to do a lot of that and considering what goes around comes around I'm guessing this would be a good time to stop that practice.
I also resolve to build up the courage to eat teetar tandoori that I found at a shop near home. It doesn't look like much meat but it's a scary meat. Which brings me to how any meat is ok as long as it's advertised as an acceptable animal. Meat of Obscure/Unknown Origin that masquerades as beef/mince under the flyover on KR Market is a classical example and incredibly tasty.
I'm going to try and be nice to people in order to buy myself a ticket to heaven considering my job saving lives isn't enough.
Will try to be tolerant towards the north.
Will also try to keep this blog going.
The other resolutions either don't deserve mention, can't be followed or are simply too bizarre to be broadcast on a public forum.
Yawl have a good year ahead.
The Airbus A320 has enough fuel loaded onto it to do close to 3500km. And maybe more. So when my materfamilias got onto the plane that was to fly her from Bangalore to Delhi in these turbulent times, little did she realise what she was in for. It turns out that the plane took off more or less on time, flew the perquisite distance and then hit a solid wall of fog that had successfully blanketed the entire NCR and made even CAT III systems ineffective. So the A320 with all the luggage and passengers did a 180 and flew, not to Jaipur, Ahmedabad or Lucknow or even Bombay but all the way back to Bangalore. It is therefore a well laden flight that the Wright Brothers would be proud of. No wonder the damn thing gets hijacked and flown to Azerbaijan every once in a while.
Saddam was assassinated by the US. The TOI for the first time in many years had a really nice write up on that. Tragic the world is becoming.
To matters on a lighter vein, it's a new year. Like the many that happened in the past and like all those years it's a time for joyous revelry and looking back and looking forward and looking back again and crossing the road sideways.
And once the hangover abates it's time to take stock of all the goof ups and decide which ones were simply too embarrassing to repeat and which are funny enough to do maybe once more before they get boring. Hence the resolutions. Had a couple of people call me up and swear to go off alcohol, but that's a recurrent theme in their lives and more so at this time of the year. Partysmart apparently doesn't work as well as it claims. Then again the makers of that 'erb didn't think of times when the 1st of January would be a holiday.
So I resolve not to grin in an evil fashion every time an ambulance howls past. The truth is, sorry as I feel for whoever is in the van, I'm laughing at the plight of the poor sod who's going to be woken up at 2 AM. I've been there. It's not a good time. And in the event that I get where I want to I'm going to have to do a lot of that and considering what goes around comes around I'm guessing this would be a good time to stop that practice.
I also resolve to build up the courage to eat teetar tandoori that I found at a shop near home. It doesn't look like much meat but it's a scary meat. Which brings me to how any meat is ok as long as it's advertised as an acceptable animal. Meat of Obscure/Unknown Origin that masquerades as beef/mince under the flyover on KR Market is a classical example and incredibly tasty.
I'm going to try and be nice to people in order to buy myself a ticket to heaven considering my job saving lives isn't enough.
Will try to be tolerant towards the north.
Will also try to keep this blog going.
The other resolutions either don't deserve mention, can't be followed or are simply too bizarre to be broadcast on a public forum.
Yawl have a good year ahead.
