I see him everyday, bent and tired of this world; a blank expression at the paving blocks, beedi in hand. I don’t suppose he has another set of clothes- the weary plastic mug laid front of him, waiting endlessly; I wonder what he must be thinking.. what his life in the past must have been like- what amazes me most is how quietly he rests on the footpath.. Sitting right across sukh sagar, how could he not look up at the food? I do not want to live his life, but I want to study it. His old eyes seem so controlled and calm that it amuses me. Not today, though- there was emptiness in that busy corner of Mumbai.



I am beginning to like the gill font better than courier font. It is time for change, again.



“Love your work, not your job.” Wise fellow.



A Spanish girl will be joining my office soon! My office is more like a zoo; people from all possible races with painfully different accents converge at RMA. The guy from Chennai takes three seconds per word to follow the new Zealander- the American cannot stop giving me gyaan on how differently ‘vet’ should be pronounced from ‘wet’. Our mallu accountant sometimes blinks at gujrati words smuggled into hin-glish. It is even worse, when the American is trying to speak in marathi, and the new Zealander in gujrati. I can only think of replying in tamil. Not so long ago, we almost hired a british chap- and for the life of me, I could NOT (desperately tried, but failed to) run with his fast lines. I mean, what’s with the hurry?? I was utterly disappointed when we rejected an architect from Rome- not good enough, they said. For now, make space for Spain, people- here she comes!

How do we sense thinking? Do we hear it? What is making the vibrations? Do we read it from our minds? How are our five senses helping? Or is it our sixth sense?



I was about to start this sentence with “I am amused by-” and stopped myself with a grin. :)



People get ‘bored’ rather easily in life- my brother comes to my mind immediately. As I understand it, he is in a state of boredom more than not, any given day. I don’t understand it. There are so many things to do, so many questions to ask- that there is no time! Do you know what exactly how a fighter plane can fly upside down? Do you know why MS columns in the porch need a base? Do you know how an operating system is infected when there is a virus on your computer? What is a virus? Why do we have seasons? Why does it cost so much to be unique? Why is an idea so expensive? How does the stock market directly affect my life? ASK!



Life seems to have meaning again; it seems to me that my work is directly affecting something concrete- the choices I make are making a difference- I don’t seem like one of the useless million anymore. I am more comfortable with myself now- I am at peace in the head. I have an endless list of questions, but I have learnt to live with them till I find the answers. I think it is the ‘growing up’ that most believe has been long-pending. My faith in the human race is restored- whatever that means. :)