Through my auto journey today, we come across several signals. Each with its own kind of beggars. The usual suspects. We meet a cripple, a mother with a son, eunuchs. Each have their own negotiation strategies that they use, inspiring a different evasion strategy from me. Aap ko yeh bura lagwayenge. Kuch logon ko dhamkayenge.… Continue reading Auto-ride lessons in negotiations.
I find my seat in the flight. 3 kids and 2 infants in a 2 row radius. Check the battery of my ipod; gonna need that. A newly wed couple arrives on the other side of my row. And a gorgeous gentleman takes the seat beside mine. Light teal blue shirt, jeans, octagonal jaw and… Continue reading A flight journey. Too many families. A gorgeous man. And me. (Among others)
My bookshelves, they are like carriers of large parts of my history. Organised in patches of memories from my life, they are reflections of my meaning systems. When you come home, spend a few minutes looking at my shelf, taking in the titles of my books; some faded, some shiny new, and you will know… Continue reading Notes from a Bibliophile.