Me Myself and the crazy world

Yesterday I was talking to my Dad on my regular phone call home. As usual we always discuss the whereabouts, weather and work. The weather was hot and I was sulking about it. It was work, yesterday, that we talked about. For once I talked about the huge work load that's present these days. The task of cleaning up the garbage of a code that was written by those who left for greener pastures is daunting. And on top of it, the coffee machine was broke on my floor and the swimming pool was closed. The testers keep pinging like incessant waves hitting the beach. Work these days is what never ends. I just had to get up and call it a day. Still work is what has to be done, it's what I do. And that means I may skip a meal or two, when I get engrossed. I even lose any grip on time, place or the world around me. Just remembered that yesterday, a colleague came over and asked something, but I was so engrossed that I could not understand a word of what she said. Even today I cannot recolle

It's a pitch black cat with fur of white underneath. The first time I met her, it was a cold winter evening of March 2008 and it lay sprawled under the silencer of my bike which was still warm after half an hour since I had returned from office. I had come downstairs to retrieve the keys from my bike fuel lock, which I habitually forget. She lay sprawled, a young kitten, and purred slightly as I reached my bike to remove the keys, as if reprimanding me for having broken its reverie. I was equally overwhelmed by the nonchalance of a wild cat who didn't show any signs of fear. Instead it moved over and rubbed itself against the fabric of my trousers demanding redemption for my fault. I paid in full, for I brought a pack of Tiger biscuits and broke them into small pieces as I fed her. An uncommon sight watching a cat devour Tiger... And it became a friend, not just my friend but of everyone living in our flat and even of the family that lives in the flat downstairs... It'

Was just taking my shower on this hot day and I just thought "Damn!!! I really want water." But just by belonging to the land of mightiest rivers, white water rapids, deep forests and "Gods" does not ensure that I shall have what I want in terms of all the water I need. Just a day back, I was picking up my bike from the Infy car parking and saw the Ozone board outside building 12 which said "Recycled water used only for watering plants". And now as I took the bath, this one line conjures up in my mind, out of the blue."Recycled" was the word. Sure the water was used only for watering plants, but it was serving a purpose. All the more, the water cycle took care of the rest, took care that the water ultimately passed back to our drinking cups and quench our thirst. And in this frenzy of thoughts, I thought a thought of using recycled water all across my city Haldwani… How about it? As I see it, the city is perfectly designed for the purpose. Every