I should write more often

I really should.

Maybe I will.

I'm sorry I haven't blogged in a while

I've had to spend some time healing. I'm well on my way now so maybe I'll get on it shortly.

I haven't been completely useless while I've been away. I have learnt the following:

1. Physical therapists are all illegitimate children of the Devil who don't understand the meaning of the words, "don't do that, it hurts".


2. Firemen are very hot and very chivalrous regardless of which precinct they belong to or how old they are.


3. I like mobikes more than I thought I did.


4. Injections in the tough part of the heel of your foot hurt more than you'd think.


5. I have very limited night vision and should avoid driving at night especially in the rain and I would like to sincerely apologize to all the smelly undergrad geeks at MIT who are all also apparently blind AND completely oblivious to road crossing laws.


6. I now live in Mass. and the motorist has absolutely NO right of way. Even on highways.


7. Physical therapists are all illegitimate children of the lawless mistress of the Devil who don't understand the meaning of the words, "no, I can't do that, it hurts".


8. There is no polite, clean or ladylike way to eat a burrito. Even when armed with a knife and fork.


9. Going out for burrito lunches with your boss will result in incessant teasing for the rest of the day because you will not be able to eat your burrito in a polite, clean or ladylike way.


10. The BBC's online radio player sucks. By which I mean that it is engineered with fuckall inferior technology and the IT crew there should jump off the nearest bridge because they have brought shame to the media industry.


11. Punjabi Hit Squad rocks.


12. I want to have Nihal's babies... lots of them.


13. It is ALWAYS a bad idea to make sudden jerky movements when your doctor comes at you with a giant needle aiming for your jaw.


14. NSAIDs will cause nausea regardless of the dosage or quantity of food consumed along with.


15. Orange juice is very bad for nausea.


16. DJ Sanj will never go out of style.


17. Physical therapists are wonderful people who have all sorts of drugs, tools, practices and tricks to fix your body after it's been battered and bruised by the ravages of time and stupidity. That and they're deaf to cries of pain.

Listen to desi dirtiness. I shall write more later.

All I got are expenses

"...constant blogging strikes me as more than gratuitous self-promotion. Clinically, it's more like hysteria." – Steve Weiss, Scottsdale, AZ

वाह!

Dude! Blogger goes desi! They even have word correction!

I am so buying stock in Google.

Of course now i can't think of anything to say in हिन्दी.

New template

How do you like it?

I'm obsessing about statistics

Hello Resh, Piki, Scrooge, Gaurav, Gopal, person from Holmdel, other person from Larchmont and the rest of you. Statcounter will now let me tag an IP address so its easier for me to obsess about who's reading me.

I need a life.

Hooked on Heat

Be sure to check out Meena Agarwal's blog on food, good food, how to make good food and the enjoyment of good food. I've used a few recipes and they always result in the kind of chow I'd like to eat - isn't that simply the test of good recipe? I recommend the pepper chicken. Chili shrimp looks good too.

Two new BU blogs

Be sure to check out Mastering IT Strategy and The Fournism of Brands: Why we find them compelling, the latest BU blogs to enter the discussion. Feel free to comment and discuss with some very bright marketing and technology professionals.

I've (almost) completly switched off

Looking back on the posts from Dubai in 2005, I find them hilarious. Everyday there was something strange and obscure and funny to write about. These days, there are still some strange and obscure and funny (and characteristically poignant) things to write about but I've completely switched off. Almost. I check my email every 3rd day but I ignore all the desperate pleas from people asking me to do work. I check it out of sheer curiosity. I really couldn't care less, quite frankly. My other email is up to 189 emails now. I really don't want to check that box. I'm a bit afraid.

So you see, this is why there have been no posts. Although, it's really quite nice of you to keep coming back every couple of days to take a look *hug bug nug*. But I'll post when I get back stateside. Which will be in a week. Maybe someday I'll tell you about the New Year's Eve Party with the Bollywood dancers and the drunken heirs to large empires making complete asses of themselves and other interesting goings-ons.

Until then, pip-pip!

Ok, I just did something REALLY scary

On Elm St. between High and College. By the New Haven Green.
Ocean Ave. overlooking some sort of forest.
Off of Technology Drive across the street from a parking lot.
On Wood View Drive.
Middlebury Lane.

Know wot these are? Your location. I now know where you're reading me from. This is not good. Not good at all. Imagine the power. I don't want this power. No, no. Not good.

Ok, don't panic. I can't see the actual address. Calm down. Wolfe's a good 'un. She won't track you down and rob you in a dark alley. She's nice that way.