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Be careful of bouncy things.
Yellow and black and things that bump,
in the night.

Dark days, and I hear you,
walk around the hall.
Cold toes, with blue hats on their tips.
Tips that would blink pink in happy times,
indigo now that it’s time to go.

Make lists to remember,
what to spell and what to not.
Spell them right, does that count? I think,
it does, but I’m not sure.

Berries black and blue, and cherry pie times.
At the Only Place, even if only once; was enough.
Logistics to work out, work to let go of.
Humming machines to leave behind. That go on and on and on (I hope)

Reviews and rankings,
snacks and shiv-sagar.
Products that hid, in plain sight,
fights that never happened.

Merry fingered writing;
covers and features.
Being the Expert,
messing it all up, and fixing it back.

Famous meetings, out of the ether;
Hard Rock times, that went a little further.
Satellite station, sixty-six spinning constellation,
You and the Wiki saved my blushes.

Every special day, and every day special,
Stepping out of orange rooms into golden weather.

The best times forever;
till the next best times.

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I haven’t worn a night gown in ages, is the line. And it’s true, you know, very true. In fact, I haven’t worn a nightgown for as long as I can remember. But that does not matter, for this is one of the days when spelling Tuesday correctly (or not) doesn’t matter a jot.

Writing that last line makes me wonder if there are ever any days when spelling Tuesday really matters. I suppose if you draft contracts or write best-selling books it might matter, but how many of us actually do that, hm? Not many, I’m guessing. I wouldn’t mind writing a best selling book, but knowing my luck, I’m probably going to end up drafting snooze-inducing contracts. You know, it might be fun to actually write a book for children in the middle of a long and very complex contract. I mean, does anyone actually ever read those things? Unless of course it comes up for litigation, in which case the judge is going to have a ball. Ah, the thought is a funny one, is it not?

Of course, the two lawyers will probably die of apoplexy, but hey, there are too many lawyers in the world in any case.

Last evening, I was all zombied out, and riding home on my bike. I came to a red light, and while I was waiting there, I noticed an old man limp to the guy in front of me. Now, the old man, he was decently dressed, not like a beggar or someone down on his luck. The old man touched the guy on his arm and seemed to ask for something. And that guy brushed him off. So he hobbled up to me, and in polite Kannada said something to me. He saw my baffled expression and switched to English. Very politely, he says “Sir, I need eight rupees for the bus”. Normally, I would not give money, but he just seemed real, you know, not like a con-man. Yeah yeah, I know, he probably was a conman, but what the heck, it was just ten bucks (What, you expected me to ask for change??)

In any case, since this followed a rather nice weekend, I say that life is fun. Not as much fun as Roman Holiday, but fun nonetheless.

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Into the winter with wide eyed wonder. No reason for that line, it just sounded good to me
Its a strange feeling typing this on my tiny little phone, but I have a very good reason: I have no internet on my computer, so this is the only way to get in touch with the boundless shore of the inane ocean of the internet. I wonder if the bits miss me. Strange to say, but there’s very little to do except listen to Journey and wait for a movie to play. Its June, a breezy, cloud-filled,lovely lovely June. There is nothing like the weather here. I am so going to miss this

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So, I was having this really long conversation with Nishesh Mehta last night, and we were looking up watches. He wants to buy a watch, but not something that everyone has. I suggested Russian watches, and we went online and found out that Russian watches are extremely cool. Don’t agree?

What do you say now?

And the best part is, these watches aren’t too expensive at all, compared to the Tissots and Tags of the world. The irritating bit is sourcing them, but we’re working on that, and hopefully, we’ll be able to get ourselves some cool watches soon.

I was just thinking about five-pointed stars, and the difference between them and six-pointed stars. You know, the sorts you doodle when you’re bored in class. I’ve always been partial to five-pointed stars myself, ever since I was a kid. They just flow more easily from my pen. Six-pointed stars are easy too, all you have to do is draw two triangles that are rotated 180 degrees with respect to each other, one of top of the other. But somehow, six-pointed stars have never felt right to me. I had a friend who also loved five pointed stars, but we never did figure out why. So, thanks to being at home (I’m supposed to be studying, but sigh..), and with the Internet humming along, I thought I’d look them up.

And boy o boy, I never did know that, for example “OUR authorities for representing the pentagram or the five-pointed star as the microcosm, and the six-pointed double triangle as the macrocosm, are all the best known Western Kabalists—mediæval and modern. Éliphas Lévi (Abbé Constant) and, we believe, Kunrath, one of the greatest occultists of the past ages, give their reasons for it”

I mean, whaaa?? I was just talking about doodles, thank you very much. I don’t need to be told that “If the colinear edges are joined together a pentagram is produced, which is the simplest of the unicursal star polygons, and a symbol of mystical and magical significance.”

So I gave up on the internet, and thought about it myself. And the explanation that I have is simple: To draw a five pointed star, you don’t have to lift up the pen from the paper. A six pointed one, on the other hand, requires that. So, when you’re just filling the back pages of a notebook with stars, it’s just easier to draw five-pointed stars. And of course, a star has so many meanings. If you, like me, read Doctor Who way back when and then moved to Asimov and Clarke, stars bring to mind long afternoons spent reading about far away places and fantastic tales. Three Laws, odysseys, and the TARDIS. Stars also stand for excellence, so the more stars the better.

Stars on erasers.

Speaking of stars, did anyone see Nadal get hammered by Robin Soderling? Nadal’s had never been beaten, but the big Swede cared not for that, and his big serve and forehand definitely had Nadal seeing stars. He was comprehensively outplayed, and this makes this year’s French Open extremely interesting indeed. Roger is playing right now, and he’s a set down, so I think he’s on his way out too. Hmmm.. let’s see what happens, but for now, I’m off to study some Math.

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