My Things I Love Or Something Like That List

Here is my list of 7 things I love.

• Listening to retro pop on a loop
• Playing darts. Or just generally throwing sharp, pointy things at other people’s heads
• Shooting frames; photography has replaced LSD as my expensive hobby now
• Dancing on tables, car tops, in  gardens when it starts to drizzle or a hose pipe breaks. In short, anywhere except a legitimate dance floor in a club.
• Discrediting theories during drunken arguments and symposiums
• Speed (I mean the actual speed, the scalar entity, you know that thing you get when you  divide distance by time. Though the other speed is not half as bad either)
• Traveling in dismal conditions (I don’t love this as much as I am reduced to taking boats to go from Russia to Japan since I mostly can’t afford airfares, its lovely nevertheless, to be stuck in a horribly overpopulated raft with sweaty vodka chugging Estonian brick layers)
• Midnight snacks. Actually, any kind of eating ranks pretty high on my list of things I love. I could eat any ‘roid heavy, redneck truck driver under the table

I am inclined to believe that those are more than 7 but given that I suffer from dyslexia, I can’t count upwards of 2.
Take it or leave it.

We were discussing Feluda at work. Actually, it started with Topshe and the resemblance a colleague bears to him; it ended with how hot Satyajit Ray really was. We are deep intellectuals, as you can gather.

So, like, funny stuff keeps happening man..

From South Park
Mr Garrison : So, Damien, where are you from?
Damien : The seventh layer of hell!
Mr Garrison : Oh! That’s exciting! My mother was from Alabama.

At a cafe
About To Be A Bride : Well, we are planning to spend 2 weeks in Phuket for our honeymoon.
Ex-Bride/Advice Giver # 1 : Hmmmm… Carry a lot of tissues. Like a 2-3 boxes.
About To Be A Bride : *puzzled mug*
Ex-Bride/Advice Giver # 2 : Yeah. I carried a box on my honeymoon. And I ran out!
About To Be A Bride: Do you only do it on the tissue then?

I thought towels were ideal to line the conjugal bed. Anywhoo.

I still haven’t compiled The List of Things I Love. Possibly because I have been spending time learning corporate rope-tricks, namely the art of poaching; not for black bucks but most definitely can guarantee some big bucks. If my career continues to gallop at this stunning rate, very soon I will be able to afford residence in a building that provides running water. Perhaps even air-conditioning at some point in time.

By the way, to say that all people in the business world are lying, thieving swines of first order would be a dainty understatement. We are, indeed, a lot better placed on The Ladder Of The Most Cunning Thievery You’d Ever Witness than usually believed.
The remainder of my time has been spent chatting some amiable and some not so amiable drunks in Bombay’s most scrabous watering holes. Apparently, everyone can speak some Malay after you put 10 pints of unadulterated bitter in them. What a revelation. I will post snippets from these delightful tete-a-tete session. Or as a SoBo faux fashionista proclaimed – tit-a-tit sessions. Some of my most well-spent and truly darling evenings, I’d say.
Now back to Jaakko Hintikka and The Logical Structure of Questions. And really, Who killed Roger Ackroyd?
And why the hell did they leave Dan behind?

Wonders never cease.