Am back home....apparently

Fikar not! I am still nestled away in distant Cairo....Giza actually. But my body seems to think that I am back home. 


For the past few days, I have been feeling very, very sleepy by 7:30 or 8PM here. Last Saturday, I woke up at 5AM and today, sharp at 4:15.


If you add 3.5 hours to these timings, viola! They don't sound weird at all. Anyways, the body has to wait for 3 whole days before the rest of me catches up and actually moves back home. 

Wishlist 2008 - 09

Wishlist for 2008 - 2009 is now up on vixlist.blogspot.com


If you want your wishlist to be published, send it over.

Where do I go with this?

Whenever I don't have much to post about, I root through the huge mounds of unfinished posts, hoping I can find one that's destined to be completed. This morning I found this old draft, which seems to be one of the many unfinished….or rather barely started stories I was working on. Usually when I see an old draft, especially that of a story, I immediately remember the entire story, or at least the idea behind it. But with this one I have no clue where this 2 paragraph story was leading to. I am racking my brains hoping to remember what this one was about. In the meantime, if anyone has any suggestion on how I can take this forward, let me know. (Bhaalu, Khaasi,
HelloKitty,
Ms. Iyer, Poo, I am looking at you folks). This story draft was dated December 5^th 2005.

 

The loud clanging of the school bell was the sweetest sound to his ears, followed closely by the other bell…this from the ice-candy vendor. Sitting in the last bench as always, he would rush out upon hearing his favorite bell towards his second favorite one. Rohan would spend his daily pocket money, a princely sum of five rupees buying two grape flavored ice-candies. By the time, the rest of the crowd reached the beaming ice-candy vendor, they would have to see Rohan's purple stained tongue taunting them.

 

Today as he was rushing over to the ice-candy cart, he could see that someone had already beaten him to it. A girl, wearing a rather weathered uniform of the nearby school was fishing out money from her skirt pocket. Rohan reached the push-cart and gave the girl a glare, admonishing her. He was angry that his glare wasn't recognized and that the miscreant calmly took her purchase and walked contentedly away. Rohan's ice-candy seemed to lack a certain flavor that afternoon.

Finally

After thinking, re-thinking, and thinking some more about it... I finally decided to go for a paid FlickR account. And over the last week, there has not yet been a moment of post purchase dissonance.... I should have done this much earlier...

Unlimited storage for all my pics, and a web service which actually is as good..naw! better than its desktop options...

in other news, I was in Hyd over the weekend, WAS. I am now back in Cairo.... and will be here till the 12th.. which means, both me and Sanz will pretty much be spending our 1st anniversary without each other.

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