Jimmy Dean is not my lover. He's just a guy who claims that I am the one.

When life seems full of clouds and rain
And I am filled with nought but pain
Who soothes my thumpin' bumpin' brain........ Nobody!

When winter comes with snow and sleet
And me with hunger and cold feet
Who says, "Here's two bits, go eat"........ Nobody!

I ain't never done nothin' to nobody
And I ain't never got nothin' from nobody, no time
And until I get somethin' from somebody sometime
I don't intend to do nothin' for nobody, no time

When I'm tryin' hard and schemin' a plan
To do the very best I can
Who says, "Look at that handsome man"........ Nobody!

Well all day long things go amiss
And I go home to find some bliss
Who's waitin' there with a lovin' kiss........ Nobody!

I ain't never done nothin' to nobody
And I ain't never got nothin' from nobody, no time
And until I get somethin' from somebody sometime
I don't intend to do nothin' for nobody, no time

No, no, of course my feet don't hurt... plonk

Ok, so I don't really plonk when I fall down but I got tired of thud.

Such lovely weather. Fog as far as the eye can see which is not far given there's fog as far as the eye can see…

CRO investor conference webinar today. Bank large complicated RFI to be filled in before week's end. Possible PMO work at SOZE! All things that at the surface sound very boring but if you think about them hard turn out to be not so bad actually. Absolutely nothing happening in the CME or mobile space which of course is my core focus but such is the life of a brain for hire. We go where there is fish.

Feets quite bad but it is only I to blame for I may have brought upon evil eye by going around saying "my feet don't hurt". That and I walked back (and forth) from Harvard Square on cobblystones (damn things) on Saturday. And stood for about an hour at the wine tasting at Central Bottle yesterday. They served, among other things, 1) semolina pasta tossed with lemon, salt, butter and thyme and, 2) hazelnuts rolled in honey from bees who feed on avocado plants and dipped in dark chocolate. It is the nuts after they have been rolled in honey, not the bees, that are dipped. Very nice.

First acupuncture appointment today with PJ for the plantar fasciitis. Wish us luck. We are scared. We don't like pain. Or needles. Especially needles that cause pain.

Plants growing out of their pots and will have to be repotted into bigger ones soon. Very thrilling.

BBQ at Big Nick's on Saturday to which I will take the train because I intend to get happy drunk on wine coolers - such fun.

First violin lesson on Sunday for which I will need the following items - music stand, Suzuki Book 1, metronome with attached tuner and staff paper - all of which seem like needless expenses but I shall buy anyway because Alexis the Violin Teacher scares me a little.

The Complete Plays of George Bernard Shaw belonging to one dead grandfather unearthed from pile of books and given to book binder to resurrect - it's like getting something new that's also something (very) old. Book binder is slightly insane man named Robert Walker who likes to throw his patents for various medical devices (and a cigarette filter) in your face when you walk in the door. He put the word "horses" next to my name on the receipt. I don't quite know what to think about that. Sadly, I did not take a before picture. I shall post an after one.

I sit on my balcony smelling faintly of Bengay sipping homemade mocha marvelling at the wireless reception.

The first snow of the season is falling

It's got fat flakes too. The kind that makes you want to catch it when you're gingerly walking on your way to brunch to kill the hangover you've got and feel better about your bruised knee caused by falling 3 times this week since you have no balancing skills when you've been drinking copious amounts of very bad for you drinks because you have a mistaken sense of confidence in being able to handle your liquor brought about by a fantastic hairstyle.

Isn't it nice, the first snow of the season?

Reach Reach Reach

I reach out with my long arms into the night.

That was how me Dad started his book. He never did come up with a second line.

Maybe because there isn't anything to say after that.

I'm in a bubble

I'm in a bubble that started out big. It was a big bubble that rolled and bounced along the pavement and through this bubble I could smell the flowers. They didn't always survive the rain but I could smell them. Now I find that my bubble has shrunk a bit and is starting to stick to my ears and get in my hair. I have a sneaky suspicion that it has something to do with that sharp rock I rolled over. I think the sharp rock put a hole in my bubble and it started leaking. The check tire pressure light came on but quite frankly I didn't do anything about it. Now it's all non-round and floopy. I need to make me another bubble. I need to reset it.

Where's my reset bubble button?

I fell asleep replying to your message last night

As I'm sure you remember I have a habit of doing. You see, I went to Legal Seafoods with the girls and then was stuck in the subway for ages which made me miss the beginning of the debate so I didn't go to Mark's place to watch it with the opinionated intellectuals but instead got cozy on the couch but fell asleep about 3 questions into the thing which was probably a good thing because it was crap and rubbish and I remember hitting the reply button on your message and next thing I know it's 3 am and the phone is still in my hand with an indignant blinking cursor reminding me that there really wasn't a big Sardar breaking into my house and that it was all just a dream.

I seem to be waking up at 3 am a lot these days.

Got my first speeding ticket today

First! $100 for doing a 35 in a 25 zone. No seriously, who drives at 25 mph?! Mean cop was very stern about it. Perfect record ruined now. Boo.

Ate a cheeseburger for dinner. Can't sleep. Prolly over guilt about the cheeseburger. Damn the temptation!

Wish you were here to play games with.

Proceed to the Fast Bag Drop Off

So like yes, I know I haven't written in a while but I was busy working and healing and playing with Mingus. Yes, all of that does give me lots of blog-worthy material but.. hey.. I don't have to answer to you. I'll blog when I want to. So there! Sppth!

Mingus is off to Israel for a week then India for 3. How depressing. Without me too. Doubly depressing.

So apparently, I'm lactose intolerant. This I find out after years of drinking milk and not knowing why my tummy hurts. Bet Mum didn't see that one coming. Turns out, I've prolly always been lactose intolerant. No more icecream :(

Way to early to go to work now. Think I'll watch JAG for a bit.

Oh boo, I'm bored without Mingus.

My sofas are very overstuffed

I now have furniture, you may be pleased to know. Couches and wot not. My sofas have bellies. It's very cool. Only thing is that it looks like Paul Bunyan's furniture. And I feel a bit like Thumbelina. It's stupidly comfortable though. But very large. I thought it would all fit in the living room. I may have been too optimistic.

I could not have side tables I suppose.

So yesterday, a meter maid yelled at me

She did. She actually yelled at me. Alls I was doing was sitting in my car, talking on the phone, at a metered spot, at 5:30 in the evening. Ok, so maybe I didn't actually put any money in the meter but I was sitting there. So she walks up to me car and peers at my license plate and then yells at me. I'm not exacly sure wot she was yelling about. Something about giving tickets to people who park at metered spots and talk on cell phones without putting money in the meter. Then she walked away. Which was even more confusing.

But I'm flabbergasted. She actually yelled at me.

I want to be Johnny Kalsi

More than I want to do him. Is that so wrong?

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.

World news report from Black Cobra Hello

Dad and I went to Karachi Darbar and got food... everyone at KD was quite pleased to see him. Dad sent the Citibank delivery fellow back because he came home and asked for proof of identity at which point Dad showed him the nameplate on the door but he wanted some other proof than that so Dad said no and then when he recounted the story at KD all the kabab makers agreed with him so Dad said from now on he will call the Citibank delivery guy to deliver him something at KD only where all the kebab makers can vouch for proof of identity.

I've been sad for a while.

Not depressed mind you. Just sad. Like how you feel when the flowers die. The kind of feeling that make you tear up when you watch indian ads. Don't ask me why. Who knows why these things happen.

I thought if I blogged about it, it might make me feel better. But I've been staring at this screen for a while now and I can't think of how to put it. It's the Dubai bubble. It's that killer age - 29. It's the sand and the dust and the azaan in the morning. It's those chaps you fell in love with who moved on with someone they met after you.

Maybe it's the chaps. You ever dread getting emails or phone calls from those chaps? It's because you know that they only reason they ring you now is to tell you something good or something bad. It's not just idle chit-chat or catching up or shooting the breeze. You know them better than that and they know you would see right through them. No, the only reason they call is to tell you something monumental has happened. Like the birth of another baby. Or that they're getting married. To someone they met after you.

It's always the one after you, have you noticed? It is in my case. I must drive people to committment.

Then there are those that pop up unexpected when you had given up hope of seeing them again. Sometimes relationships mend themselves and snap back with renewed vigor. Those ones also I don't know wot to do with. Puts me in a tizzy. I start thinking about those chaps. Which is always a bad idea if you ask me. Thinking about chaps in general is bad and especially ones you had forsaken.

Then there are the ones that you wish you had never met. Because there is something about them that unsettles you. It's very illogical. They're perfectly normal people. I thought it would fade over time but, as I was so rudely reminded today, it doesn't. It stays the same. It might get worse actually.

There's something about Pinto that gives you pangs. Like I said, it's perfectly illogical. It's not like there'a anything wrong with him. He seems fine. Happy and healthy (besides an abnormally high cholesterol number and rapidly declining weight). It's those same pangs that fortell doom. You ever get those? Sometimes on a perfectly normal sunny day you'll know in your gut it's going to rain. I hate feeling like this because I know it's going to happen. It only compounds the sadness.

This doesn't make any sense. It shouldn't make any sense. It befuddles my mind and keeps me awake which confuses me further.

Gah. I don't know. I just don't know. It's all the spaghetti in my head.

Because I couldn't be arsed

Lola: Dude! Where have u been?
Wolfe: hang on
Wolfe: yes hello wot
Wolfe: here i am
Lola: So look, like wot is the deal?
Wolfe: people are sick
Lola: You are free from June 26th to July 2nd?
Wolfe: and therefore time must be spent with them
Lola: Oh noooooooooooooooooooooooo
Lola: Your dad?
Wolfe: no
Lola: Is he okay?
Wolfe: he's fine
Wolfe: this is friend's mother
Wolfe: it's complicated
Wolfe: i'm still trying to get tickets booked
Wolfe: and i don't have my UK visa yet
Lola: UK Visa?
Wolfe: it's all very .. ugh..
Lola: For august?
Wolfe: yes
Wolfe: so here is the posish
Wolfe: first i have to get my UK visa
Wolfe: before i do anything else
Wolfe: which will determine when i can actually leave dubai
Wolfe: the latest being the 26th
Wolfe: earlier would be better
Wolfe: since that would mean more time in europe
Wolfe: however, the schengen takes 10 days
Wolfe: you follow so far?
Wolfe: so i can't get the schengen until i get the UK because if the passport is stuck at the schengen place, the UK will not get stamped and then I'll have to leave and it won't have happened and i won't be able to get it in the US in time to go to the UK and then they'll fire me and i'll be poor again
Wolfe: in all of this, RK's mother decided to get high b.p. and my mother had to be packed off to london with her to get emergency medical procedures done
Wolfe: are you with me so far or have i lost you?
Wolfe: now, i can't get the UK visa because i need a letter from The Company..
Wolfe: telling the british embassy that i'm not a terrorist
Wolfe: or a defector
Wolfe: that letter has not arrived yet
Wolfe: even after having requested it about a month ago
Wolfe: so therefore in summation, we're waiting for the HR woman at The Company to get her act together before we can enjoy the sunny beaches of greece
Lola: I'm here - still reading.
Wolfe: you can't be reading slower than i type
Lola: wot? we are still doing greece?
Lola: who is RK?
Lola: and what is Company?
Lola: and how badly do you want to slap me?
Wolfe: i use greece as a metaphor.. at this point, it doesn't matter..
Wolfe: RK is very good personal friend of the family who cannot be abandoned when his mother gets high b.p.
Wolfe: Company as in The Company.. my future employer and payer of massive monies to try and get me to not be poor again... ergo ->important people
Wolfe: I don't want to slap you..
Lola: awwww....
Wolfe: i wouldn't mind a merry jig around the table
Lola: lol
Lola: Wow - sounds like major complication.
Wolfe: high b.p. usually is..
Lola: But hopefully, The Company can convince UK embassy of your noble intentions in the US.
Wolfe: i would advise you, young lola, to watch out for that particular malady
Lola: Oh dear.
Wolfe: hopefully The Company can do it this century
Lola: How old is the mother?
Wolfe: 84
Wolfe: so my mother is now in london..
Lola: Well,that's not a surprise then.
Wolfe: she was rung up last night and this afternoon she pushed off
Wolfe: much like the high in demand global consultant we all aspire to be one day
Lola: you aspire to be.
Lola: I aspire to simply go to greece.
Wolfe: don't tug at my heartstrings, young l
Lola: oh sorry, did not mean to.
Lola: do not worry - all will be well.
Wolfe: greece
Wolfe: the land of olives
Wolfe: it's like mecca
Wolfe: wrapped up in filo
Wolfe: i saw a documentary on how filo is made and my eyes welled up
Lola: look listen -
Lola: do you know what your purpose in life is? if you do, happen by chance to know mine?
Wolfe: my mouth did too because i was greedily salivating at the prospect of encountering lebanese mithai in the near future but that is another matter
Wolfe: i know wot your purpose in life is
Lola: lebanese mithai! I love it.
Lola: wot?
Wolfe: it is to amuse me
Lola: ahh, I see.
Wolfe: (insert hideous laugh here)
Lola: I thought it would be to drive all myf riends crazy with my paranoia
Wolfe: we have no purpose, l.. our aim is to find happiness and salvation..
Wolfe: i shall export you some leb. mit.
Lola: nooo, I want to have a purpose.
Lola: Or at the very least, be famous.
Wolfe: you can be famous
Lola: I am afraid I shall die unwanted and unknown.
Wolfe: well..
Lola: I think that is my new thing to obsess about.
Wolfe: not to your near and dear.. which is always a good thing..
Lola: Because you know, I need a new thing every month.
Wolfe: well as long as you have an obsession goal
Wolfe: because, you know, you can't fully obsess without a clear goal
Lola: Yes?
Lola: true...
Lola: Well, I hope RK's mother is alright.
Lola: Or gets better.
Wolfe: i hope so too
Wolfe: i miss my mother
Wolfe: selfishly
Lola: Awwww
Wolfe: she will not return in time for my birthday
Wolfe: which isn't that big a deal since we will not do anything important.. but still..
Lola: Oh nooooooooooo
Lola: Well, I'll tell you waht.
Wolfe: wot?
Lola: When you come back Stateside, we'll do sth.
Wolfe: we should
Wolfe: in lieu of greece
Lola: We'll cut a cake and everything.
Lola: Maybe the cake can be made of filo.
Wolfe: in memory of filo
Wolfe: hah!
Lola: Well, all is not lost.
Lola: You could come back here and we could do Mexico, I spose.
Wolfe: i shall try and return soon.. i'm quite bored in dubai
Lola: Why?
Wolfe: sigh
Lola: I would love to be in dxb.
Wolfe: i'll have to get a visa for mexico
Lola: I have not been there is so long - I miss it.
Lola: I miss the good old days.
Wolfe: why can't i be an international citizen?
Lola: I need a visa for mexico too - silly.
Lola: I miss the old days when life was not complicated.
Wolfe: well.. seeing as i don't go anywhere or do anything fun and am either doing housework or being yelled at, it's not much fun
Lola: And all we did was run around and have harmless crushes.
Lola: And wear hideous clothes that were the fashion at the time.
Wolfe: yes.. those were good days.. but they were still stressful for me
Lola: Oh dear - yes that doesn't sound like fun.
Wolfe: quite frankly, it's better now
Lola: You are lucky.
Lola: You do not live in the past.
Wolfe: now i don't get yelled at that often since i don't live here that often
Lola: Because you appreciate your present.
Wolfe: my past wasn't that spectacular
Wolfe: my present is better
Lola: As opposed to Miss Obsession here....
Wolfe: you had a nice past
Lola: I suppose - I have been very fortunate.
Wolfe: i think having an obsession, especially a new one every month, is rather healthy
Wolfe: it is definitely decadent..
Lola: I miss you. Come back soon.
Wolfe: as soon as the damn HR woman gets the fear of God in her from my nasty emails
Wolfe: i shall ring her and yell at her soon if she doesn't pull her socks up
Wolfe: never met an HR person i liked
Lola: Yes, most are nasty.
Lola: My current HR person is quite nice, tho.
Wolfe: on the surface
Lola: Another reason I do not want to leave my job -
Wolfe: inside, they're all fishes
Lola: fishes?
Lola: like slimy?
Lola: with scales?
Lola: with gills?
Lola: with tails?
Lola: with fins?
Wolfe: with no soul
Lola: ahhhh
Lola: deep.
Wolfe: i am now watching this saxena woman from dove at the ad awards
Wolfe: she seems daft
Wolfe: i shall blog this conversation
Lola: why?
Lola: saxena woman?
Lola: what saxena woman?
Wolfe: because i haven't updated the blog in a while and this is a good account of life thus far
Wolfe: i shall blog this conversation
Lola: why?
Lola: saxena woman?
Lola: what saxena woman?


Pey: hello!
Wolfe: how goes?
Pey: eh. it goes. you? have you started your job yet?
Wolfe: no
Wolfe: i'm still in dubai
Wolfe: fed up to my eyeballs in vacation time
Pey: you are? i didn't know you were going
Wolfe: i went'
Wolfe: i am
Wolfe: here i be
Pey: so you did, are, have
Pey: you should have taken me with you!
Wolfe: as carry on?
Pey: you could have tucked me under your shirt
Wolfe: you have an armpit fetish now?
Pey: not under your armpit...jeez
Pey: are you bringing anything back for me from dubai?
Wolfe: erm..
Wolfe: harem girls?
Pey: that would be nice. how many can you bring? dubai girls are hot!
Wolfe: two
Wolfe: one under each arm
Pey: that might give them an armpit fetish. that'd be weird
Wolfe: or a smell
Pey: mmm, smelly harem girls...
Pey: YUK!!!!
Pey: don't screw this up!!!
Wolfe: pey, you're a very gross man
Wolfe: have you convinced anyone to hire you yet?
Pey: no, they all think i'm gross
Pey: or that I ask for too much money
Wolfe: lower your standards
Pey: and no one has been willing to give me a secretary or intern to work under me
Wolfe: did you mention armpits?
Pey: no but i think boobs came up
Wolfe: sigh
Pey: you didn't think we could get through this whole conversation without boobs coming up, did you?
Wolfe: one can always hope
Pey: soooo, since it's so hot over there, do you let those babies roam around free? heheh
Wolfe: sigh
Wolfe: go away
Pey: i will not!
Pey: when do you start? when are you coming back?
Wolfe: july 2, i don't know
Pey: that's a long time to be away from me. what will you do until then?
Wolfe: count my lucky stars?
Pey: i'll send you a picture of myself to put next to your bed
Wolfe: don't
Wolfe: my parents might get us married
Pey: i want seven kids, maybe a set of triplets
Wolfe: i ain't birthin' no babies!
Pey: just so you know, i'm planning on having several wives
Wolfe: i would expect nothing less from you
Wolfe: i'm planning on having a few myself
Pey: wives? maybe we can share.
Wolfe: no thank you
Wolfe: i don't want your cooties
Pey: i've been exercising my cooties. they look HOT
Pey: why are my conversations with you always so damn weird????
Wolfe: i bring out the best in people
Pey: clearly

And to top it off, I can't find a decent women's dive watch anywhere in this damn town. Apparently, they don't expect women to do that sort of thing. You know. Engage in sports. Bah.

So the question is...

... is the person who found me through iAgora in Illinois the same person who was at the BU International Case Competition?

One down, three to go

IS Strategy paper written. Three finals next week. Bit bored of working now. Weather is not cooperating by being stupidly wonderful.

What I need is a good pre-finals week date.

Speaking of which...

... the marshmellow man hasn't been on for a while now. Why is this? You're lurking, I know you are. I can feel your Mac OS X reaching out with its clammy fingers and poking at my blogspace through the nether. Come out and play.

I'm awake now

Dum dee dee dum.. I'm awake now.. it's 5:22 am.. la dee dee putum putum putum.. I'm bored.. squiggle squiggle.. the marshmellow man isn't on.. hey nonny nonny..

Oh look.. chirping birds.. I think I'll go throw stones at them.

Americans are rather intolerant of nekkidness

Good - Sunshine.
Bad - Dubai's image.
Ugly - Timbaland's Shock Value album.