Colf coffee with...

...ice cream and chocolate sauce is God’s favourite cafe drink, am dead certain. Deep bow to the man who created this concoction. Smooth, frothy, just that tinge of bitter and the delicious taste of chocolate, set in a tall glass, frosted on the outside because of the ice and the ice cream on the inside, with the chocolate cream glazing the sides of the frosted glass. It's akin to having an orgasm. Sigh!!!!

“Leadership is not about ability. It’s about responsibility”. (This I understand)
“It’s only when you lose, you understand about leadership.” (This? Er..well..)
Interesting dialogues from this science fiction (and utterly unbelievable) movie that I watched on TV today – The Core – about the earth having stopped its revolution and of course America and the great American hero going out to save the planet from a horrific yet inevitable doom in a ship that goes to the core of the earth to detonate tons of nuclear warheads to nudge the earth on its daily routine saying, 'Move it move it moooooooove itttt!' As if saying 'Moron, don't you know, life goes on, so you can't stop'. Sigh!!!

‘Life in a nutshell’ by Stephen Hawking. A hard bound, with beautiful illustrations and photography at The Corner Bookstore. Was within the skin of my teeth to purchasing it. Perceived damage to the wallet dissuaded the heart from indulgence. On the back burner for the time being. Douglas Adams and his trilogy of four sit atop the pile of books as of now. Sigh!!!

Shalu! What a woman! One of the few women among the plethora of ‘gutsy, beautiful, intelligent, fantastic’ women in my life. Wouldn’t want to name all of them here. Mom and Bunty already know they have my heart, my respect and my life if need be.
Shalu didn’t tell me anything that I didn’t know. But the sheer force with which she said what she did infused hope, courage and grit in me. It’s true ain’t it, ‘when the going gets tough, the tough get going’? Love you lady. More than you will know. And thank you for loving me despite and inspite of my inadequacies and imperfections and for not being judgmental. Thank you.

There’s such a to-do about blogging. How much, who, why, when, blogs on blogs, trends, and of course the ubiquitous analyses. We as a race are well and truly obsessed by numbers. Language is also about numbers isn’t it? A = 1, B=2 and so on? So maybe we could actually talk numbers and not talk the talk or walk the talk, but walk the numbers which we do anyways if you take into account the fact that we walk miles or kilometers. Omigodtothink that I’d call Mom not mom but 131513 or just add them up and call her 5 (14 = 1 + 4 = 5). Egads! O Little Prince! Man (and womyn, oh yes, notice the spelling, it’s being politically correct) does think that matters of consequence are all about getting them darned numbers right? O 8! Oops! I meant O God! So is life nothing but a calculated risk? Does mathematics rule our world, our life, our Universe? Ugh! To be so exact is so boring! There is beauty in symmetry surely, but the exactness takes away the unpredictability and I excitement, methinks! Imagine if you knew exactly where you were going then what would one look forward to? What about the twists and turns of life? Life would be well...so exact eh?

‘Memory’ by Andrew Loyd Weber sung by Sarah Brightman is gorgeous. Like so many of his other compositions. Would love to watch one of these musicals at Broadway or West End.

I’m going to do a theatre workshop. Exciting.

Discussions over cold coffee and ice cream with friends, or just browsing a bookstore sipping a glass of cold coffee is bliss!

Saturday wasn't wasted. Yes!!!