#EngineerPickUpLine
If I be the electron, will you the hole?
If I be the zero, will you the pole?
Will you be the quiescent point of my life’s operating range?
I could be your asymptote; or would that be strange?
Good Morning, Sunday
Since I started working six days a week, the Sunday morning has become such a delightful phenomenon. The universe seems to bristle with possibilities on Sunday mornings. I could complete reading the 1,729 unread books in my personal library. Or meet the comrades and hatch a plan to save the world. Or start writing an award-winning book. Or sleep a long, beauty sleep.
Compare that with Monday mornings. Oh well, c’est la vie.
Good Morning!
Sleepily open eyes. Reach for phone. Six new notifications. One is a message from someone very busy, who I really like but seldom speak with. Heart leaps with joy. May every day be like today!
The Mumbai Local Dilemma:
To cuss, or not to cuss, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The jostles and elbows of outrageous people,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? — To travel, To commute
No more; and by a fracas, to say, we end
The fret, and the thousand natural shocks
That a Mumbaikar is heir to?
About me
Chronicling little things from my life.
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