It's 1.30AM I'm having the first of possibly many insomniac spells and I'm writing my first post on a mac book air. It's a nice machine. They keys are responsive and make me honestly believe that I can type faster, longer and perhaps funnier than I could on my Dell Latitude. Which I must admit is the hardiest laptop I've ever seen. Barring the stuff that they sell to children nowadays.
This blog's been dormant for over a year. With possibly good reason. I recently became a licensed neurosurgeon and the better part of that year of ignoring this little space was dedicated almost solely to the pursuit of this lofty ideal.
Now that I realise that my current situation is not lofty and hardly ideal, I do suppose this is a good time to get back to writing.
What do we write about? My last wish list was a hopeless failure. I didn't get any of them. Thank you gentle readers.
There's the deteriorating traffic but that's now so much a part of our lives in Bengaluru (or I could just launch about how terrible a name that is) that the average 7 minute drive is 7 minutes because of a minimum of two snarls.
There's the metro, who offered a hundred thousand in cash for a cool 4 second jingle, in mp3 format preferably. mp3? Seriously?
There's the new ink pen from Flair. Called Inky. Which I quite like actually, not withstanding the fact that it's less than 1/20th the cost of the Sheaffer Valor which I so completely lust after it's borderline pathological.
There's the Hidden Orchestra, if you can find them, they're a very good listen.
And perhaps work and it's skullduggery it involves. In every way possible.
There's a conference in Malaysia, a host of new TV shows that I came across - old ones with new seasons and new ones.
There's Android phones and the N8 with Symbian 3 (Symbian 3? Why?) and the Chiphone, Chokia and Blackcherry that crack me up every time I see them. And the Micromax with a universal remote.
And perhaps the intense masochistic joy in soaking chili flakes in vodka for a month and then gingerly tasting one drop.
As Bill Waterson said, it's a magical world.
Time to go grab it.
Watch this space. I just might be back.
This blog's been dormant for over a year. With possibly good reason. I recently became a licensed neurosurgeon and the better part of that year of ignoring this little space was dedicated almost solely to the pursuit of this lofty ideal.
Now that I realise that my current situation is not lofty and hardly ideal, I do suppose this is a good time to get back to writing.
What do we write about? My last wish list was a hopeless failure. I didn't get any of them. Thank you gentle readers.
There's the deteriorating traffic but that's now so much a part of our lives in Bengaluru (or I could just launch about how terrible a name that is) that the average 7 minute drive is 7 minutes because of a minimum of two snarls.
There's the metro, who offered a hundred thousand in cash for a cool 4 second jingle, in mp3 format preferably. mp3? Seriously?
There's the new ink pen from Flair. Called Inky. Which I quite like actually, not withstanding the fact that it's less than 1/20th the cost of the Sheaffer Valor which I so completely lust after it's borderline pathological.
There's the Hidden Orchestra, if you can find them, they're a very good listen.
And perhaps work and it's skullduggery it involves. In every way possible.
There's a conference in Malaysia, a host of new TV shows that I came across - old ones with new seasons and new ones.
There's Android phones and the N8 with Symbian 3 (Symbian 3? Why?) and the Chiphone, Chokia and Blackcherry that crack me up every time I see them. And the Micromax with a universal remote.
And perhaps the intense masochistic joy in soaking chili flakes in vodka for a month and then gingerly tasting one drop.
As Bill Waterson said, it's a magical world.
Time to go grab it.
Watch this space. I just might be back.
