Wednesday, 9 November 2016
Din
moolah
About this currency fiasco, I don't know how relevant it is to me, but here's hoping they do have some 'previous currency exchange' happening at airports, cuz I have a few thou that I usually need when shopping duty free and to pay for taxi's from airport to home.
I don't know how panicked everyone is either, and I'm missing out on that fun, watching people stampede over to ATM's and what not.
So one has to get them legal tenders changed within 2 months or all is waste..basically you gotta declare it all. hmm.. ah well.
I haven't seen the new designs on the currencies yet and I think i'll let it be that way, something to surprise me when I touch down.
I think this whole surprise attack of the new currency is a fun way to get people to declare and render undeclared money as waste, also a great way to curb fraudulent currency circulation in our country which is probably happening in a way of over lacks of crores courtesy our good neighbours. Also if you look at it, it might help in in slowing down the funding of terrorist activities for a while.
Considering the vastness and madness of our country and its population, it'll take a while to restore balance and for the scales to normalize, but like everything else this will soon be absorbed by our country's eco-system.
Myriad moods and slight light
I don't remember what tired me so yesterday that I died within moments of plopping myself on the bed, and in between turning the pages of a nighttime book I felt myself drifting off to sleep.
Sleep was sweet but terminated early morning and then a second short burst of deep sleep that ended sonorously.
Of dreams there was a tapestry and I remember not one. Hard I did try to snatch out a dream that was quickly gamboling into a realm of dream amnesia, but alas, it was too fast for me, and is now forever consigned to oblivion.
It's a dull spirited morning. Windy and cold. Inspires no confidence and makes no promises to get better with the day. Harsh days are here where warmth is scarce and hopeful sunshine even scarcer. Soon it'll be time when everyday would feel like you're rubbing skins with a glacier. Can't say I've not had much practice with that. ( wink wink)
Sigh, there's an uncertain gloom looming in the air, shut windows that still let in strands of cold breeze, and a house thick with morning darkness in a bit of disarray from last nights unconcerned movements.
I don't like switching on lights in the morning, in fact there's a bit of twilight darkness in the kitchen when I get to tinkering around in it and I kind of like it that way. Feels a lot better working in light shadows than having a bizarre white light ominously hung about on my head.
In my mind it feels kinda vulgar and disrespectful for the morning. Switching on lights to show that natural light isn't good enough. Well, it's good enough for me.
Also I like having my morning tea huddled on a corner chair in the brownout hue of my house.
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Also, how ridiculously uncultured is it to ring doorbells so early in the morning. I think the only proper time to ring doorbells is between 8:00am-9:00pm. For anytime before or after that a knock should suffice.
It's more like my work/time is more important than their sleep/work and to quicken getting my stuff done let me rudely announce my coming, so everyone is immediately answerable to my summons.
Oh to hell with that.
Honestly I'm a big fan of soft knocks.
..and a bit of knocking about..in proper places that is.
Sleep was sweet but terminated early morning and then a second short burst of deep sleep that ended sonorously.
Of dreams there was a tapestry and I remember not one. Hard I did try to snatch out a dream that was quickly gamboling into a realm of dream amnesia, but alas, it was too fast for me, and is now forever consigned to oblivion.
It's a dull spirited morning. Windy and cold. Inspires no confidence and makes no promises to get better with the day. Harsh days are here where warmth is scarce and hopeful sunshine even scarcer. Soon it'll be time when everyday would feel like you're rubbing skins with a glacier. Can't say I've not had much practice with that. ( wink wink)
Sigh, there's an uncertain gloom looming in the air, shut windows that still let in strands of cold breeze, and a house thick with morning darkness in a bit of disarray from last nights unconcerned movements.
I don't like switching on lights in the morning, in fact there's a bit of twilight darkness in the kitchen when I get to tinkering around in it and I kind of like it that way. Feels a lot better working in light shadows than having a bizarre white light ominously hung about on my head.
In my mind it feels kinda vulgar and disrespectful for the morning. Switching on lights to show that natural light isn't good enough. Well, it's good enough for me.
Also I like having my morning tea huddled on a corner chair in the brownout hue of my house.
--
Also, how ridiculously uncultured is it to ring doorbells so early in the morning. I think the only proper time to ring doorbells is between 8:00am-9:00pm. For anytime before or after that a knock should suffice.
It's more like my work/time is more important than their sleep/work and to quicken getting my stuff done let me rudely announce my coming, so everyone is immediately answerable to my summons.
Oh to hell with that.
Honestly I'm a big fan of soft knocks.
..and a bit of knocking about..in proper places that is.
Tuesday, 8 November 2016
Love
How lucky does one have to be to fall in love and know it to be love. Oftentimes you go about your life bewildered at having assumed a tepid form of halfhearted affection for love and wondering why writers make such a big deal of it.
To be in love is to know love.
Hearts.
To be in love is to know love.
Hearts.
when in need of god
The kitchen almighty, the holy spirit, the Tao of cooking.
Jacques Pépin
He's my food hero. I learnt most of my chopping skills from him to name but a few culinary tricks that he's unknowingly imparted.. He's almost like a mentor even though he doesn't know. Mr. Pepin inspired thousands to cook and love it..his explanation of how to's and techniques are simply put and that is only because he's elevated his kitchen and food understanding beyond an omnipotent level.
His skills are worlds apart and his humility is most endearing.
Jacques Pépin
He's my food hero. I learnt most of my chopping skills from him to name but a few culinary tricks that he's unknowingly imparted.. He's almost like a mentor even though he doesn't know. Mr. Pepin inspired thousands to cook and love it..his explanation of how to's and techniques are simply put and that is only because he's elevated his kitchen and food understanding beyond an omnipotent level.
His skills are worlds apart and his humility is most endearing.
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