Some one paid a tribute to all his 'teachers' in an newspaper article and sent me a link to read. Read that I was one of his teachers whom he had paid tributes to. I thanked him for that, and said that I wasn't sure if I should be on the list, since I had not 'taught' anything to anyone. In return he said that I was the one who 'taught' him to read widely and that my sense of humor helped him learn a lot.

Strange but true!

The hotel opposite my bus stop is a favorite for Arab tourists and visitors. I frequently see them getting out of the hotel, boarding a chauffeur driven SUV and going away on whatever they ahve planned for the day.

Some street urchins stay in a closed store front next to the bus stop. The moment they spot the Arabs walking out of the hotel gates, they run across the road and descend upon the tourists like vultures, surrounding them and shamelessly demanding money or whatever they give them. This is a daily occurrence and all of the parties involved it has become a routine. I am sure the tourists get used to the urchins on the first day of their arrival and learn either to ignore them or give them something.

The crow came in from the window carrying a dead, half eaten rat.

I was just getting out of bed, not yet fully awake, and saw him/her sitting on the window sill with his offering.

After showing it to me s/he flew off. I had to check if any body parts were left behind. Luckily, there were none.

S/he returned later to pick the daily bread ration. After finishing the rat I suppose.

The crows have not been coming to wake me up for the past couple of days. But if I lay out some food, they are there within no time.

Found out that someone is feeding a lot of food to a lot of crows around the corner.

May be that is the reason they are no longer disturbing me.

You look at profile pictures and albums of your ex-flames or relations and somehow feel happy that things did not work out.

At the same time you look at some other profile pictures and albums and rue that things did not work out.

Morning routine.

Something needs to change for sure. I am not staying awake late or drinking much. Or watching tv till late.

Still I cannot manage to get up early. The first alarm goes off at 5 am. The second at 5.20 am. I switch both off and go back to sleep. Always.

This has to change for sure.

Saturday!

Slow death. Nothing gets done.

Office is kept open due to one man's ego.

Could get used to this.

Wake up late on a working day - actually wake up early, then go back to bed after taking a leak and say fuck it, I am not going to office. But then after an hour get out, get ready and go to work.

Waiting for the bus, realise that this schedule is better - may be. No hurry, take your own time to cook and eat breakfast, get ready and walk out of the office. And reach office an hour later than usual.

Should do this once a week.

Saturdays?

The stories stop when you have got a song playing in your head.

Strange.

Assignment

"Where are you?"
On the bus to office.
"Where have you reached?"
Museum.
"Get off. We have an assignment."
I am not carrying.
"I have a spare piece. Will pick you up in five. I am in a green Suzuki caterer's van."
See you.