Report Card

I was rummaging through old files and books at home (i.e. in Calcutta) and found an old report card from Class II.

I was eight years old. “Disturbingly talkative” got me into a lot of trouble with my parents.

A Brief Discussion on Love

This Sunday’s cycling trip took us to Victoria Park, where gathering clouds created a dramatic backdrop to the autumn foliage.

The building on the right is the park café, where we stopped for a bite to eat. Everyone else was feeling cold, so I was drawing a considerable amount of criticism for taking my time over my sandwich, coffee and carrot cake. I thought they were overreacting (it wasn’t that cold), and to substantiate this I pointed to a couple who were boating on the lake in their shorts.

Saha:	My god, how are they wearing shorts? It’s freezing!
Natalie:	But it’s different with them. They are in lurve!
Saha:	That doesn’t help! Have you not watched Titanic?

Two Tings

It is generally better for public signage to be precise rather than vague, but you feel things may have gone a bit too far when the Regent’s Canal Towpath Code of Conduct prescribes not only that you ting, but also the appropriate number of tings.

The Wisdom of Batman

I generally try to cook dinner at home. But if I have had a rough day at work, sometimes I feel tempted to cheat and buy a microwave meal. But then I think of a picture sent me by my wise friend the D-man and now taped (on the D-man’s recommendation) to our microwave.

And I smile sanctimoniously and start chopping onions.