Sometimes, I guess there just aren't enough rocks.

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It is so much easier to say things that you would love yourself to say- things that sound good, sane, progressive. It took me many years to learn to say exactly what I feel, even if it makes me look like a narrow-minded, possessive bastard to myself. It took me a lot of time to accept myself for what I am.


Saying what I want to say is important specially when the person matters more than the image of my self I would love to have. S/he could hate you for saying it, but in case, just in case s/he doesn't, you will be saved the agony of keeping up a false pretense or the fear of crumbling under it. In the end, whether it works out or not, it's definitely worth it.

Her Majesty's Crops

A mad woman just called me and made me log in to her farm and 'harvest her crops' for her. I harvested close to three acres of paddy and 2 acres of carrot at 12 in the night. Phew. I have bizarre friends :D

Azad Hind Dhaba

I don't know about the others, but the Azad Hind Dhaba on Purnadas Road sells absolutely bad, dry, fibrous and tasteless chicken kebabs. The Biriyani too is very sad (if you have had good biriyani you can't help noticing the difference).

Plus, they payed me 100 rupee less than they were supposed to. I did not notice then, since I was in a hurry. My mistake I know. But bad food experience. I loved their mutton dopiaza at one point. Not sure about now.

Updates

I just got out of an influenza attack. I got 5 whole days to think. Worked on a personal project which I hopefully will be in a position to talk about soon. 


I have been studying typography and colors for some time. Found and read a wonderful book yesterday. It's called Thinking with Type by Ellen Lupton.