Yesterday evening I heard my right thumb snap. I was dancing and practicing for a step that required me to do some push ups on one hand. My hand was not swelling right away, so I figured it was no big deal. This morning my thumb was swelling at an exponential rate. Time to go to the doc.
At the hospital, when I was waiting in line at the pharmacy (The doc had prescribed painkillers) I noticed something. All the people working in the lower economic strata in Bangalore were Kannadigas. OK, not the real bottom feeders like beggars or rag pickers, but the petty shopkeepers, the fruit vendors, etc. And all these people were highly biased towards Kannadigas. That is why I make sure I talk in Kannada when the situation looks like it could need a turn. Wait, did what I just wrote seem highly snobbish? Well, I really ought to take those painkillers.
The past three weeks had some days when I started my morning with lots of coffee and war paint on my face. Busy,busy,busy. But I like busy. Busy keeps me happy.
I finished reading “A tale of two cities”-Dickens and “The great Gatsby”-Scott Fitzgerald. The former tale won my heart, the latter weirded me out. I did not identify with the story, or the characters, or the author. But “A tale...” had me thinking..Carton or Darnay?
I saw “The promotion”. See, this is what I like about such movies;their portrayal of characters. They're neither good nor bad, just in-between. Putting oneself in others' shoes is only a matter of perspective. Its good if you can do that, it helps your flexibility. But it doesn't mean that one side is necessarily right. So if there is no right or wrong, how do we decide what man can do and cannot? Won't all human laws be defunct? Ooh, I won't go there, that's an ugly topic.
Labels: Books, give_it_a_thought, movies, ramblings
