staying.cool

i miss home.

given that this has happened, india is on the fast track in more than one field.

interestingly, it occurred to me first that we’ll probably rule in piracy too now. just a thought.

He looked about him in wide-eyed wonder. It was very unlike his normal environs; so unlike, that to use the term “different” would be very hackneyed, not to mention inadequate. He tried pinching himself to see if he was in a dream. He found he couldn’t. He didn’t feel the pinch at all. ‘That’s it, I am dreaming’, was his first thought. Succeeded very soon by the second one - ‘but it’s all so topsy turvy’. The object he stood on was a bright blue in colour, looked very liquidy, and yet he was standing on top of it.

It was interesting about this thing he was standing on. On first glance, it seemed almost… unstable. ‘I wonder..’, he thought, and bent down to look closer.

Seconds later, he was inside it. Turned out it was unstable, moreso on prodding. Oh well. He was all wet anyway.
And now, he was going deeper into it, without doing anything at all. Sinking. Like the feeling in the pit of his stomach, which told him he was in big trouble indeed.

Not a good start at all.

–

‘You really think this is the only way he can learn ?’
‘Learn ? He should be knowing by now.’
‘Given that he’s completely clueless about where he is, or what he’s doing.. that’s a tad redundant to say.’
‘He has powers, he knows it. And no better way of figuring it without having a use for it. He’s not going to get any epiphanies walking down the street the way he does. Piffle.’
‘Piffle to you too. You’re going to be the death of him.’

..kinda sucks.

lara retired. brilliance has finally left the stadium.

that kinda sucks too.

overcast skies, clouds flit, a dampness tinges the air. i awoke in the morning to a dreary day. rain falling between heavy and a drizzle. it seemed fairly typical of new jersey. sunny in the morning, snow in the afternoon. warmth yesterday, heavy rain today.

incidental to all this, i reflected about how i’d commented that rain in the US was irritating. wet enough to dampen you, but not heavy enough to warrant a raincoat. i took off to my uncles’, the rain wasn’t so bad.

however, 7 hours later, when i left.. it had built itself up into a fury. quite the torrential rainstorm. i hit route 1, and it decided to peak for the day. or so i thought. ramming down on the windshield, visibility was at low enough that the car ahead was visible with a squint. and then, traffic.

so very much like back home. the rain pouring down, the traffic, horns, the snail pace of the snaking line.. and eventually you realise that you’re not going to move anytime today. an exit was nearby, and was taken,. a phone call later, i was winding my way back towards an alternate route. the spate increased. windshield wipers now on the highest setting, and yet, it never seemed as though the rain was out of your face.

..no time at all.

the experiment on the virtuoso who was ignored at the dc station [from the freakonomics blog], as he played some of the most beautiful music composed - having heard Le Violon rouge, i know the brilliance of that artiste - on an instrument truly a work of art itself, proves one thing alone. in our running, our haste to find the next thing to do.. those few minutes at a subway station listening to those artistes.. could be an experience you may never be able to get. ever.

each time i’ve missed a train listening to the ’subway artistes’, whether in the UK or here, in new york.. i’ve never regretted it. the only thing i have regretted is the fact that i may never get to hear them again.

stop and listen. could it really be so hard ?