and get paid.

Photographed this hotel last week. All work and a bit of play.

The reluctant assassin is dead.

Last respects here

every day

Last night I encountered mild amnesia. I was doing it, then I stopped, like one does after finishing. The problem was I couldn’t remember if I stopped because I was tired, or because I came. Similarly a few days earlier, I was sitting on the pot, reading the paper and drinking coffee. When both were done and I was about to get up, it struck me that maybe I hadn’t done the job I was there for. I just couldn’t remember if I had crapped. Ofcourse, in both cases, one should just look down to verify, there should be some remains, clues…you know. So I did, and I was clean, in both cases. The obvious inferences were a bit scary. Did I come? Did I crap? It felt like I did, but it looks like I didn’t. BAD SCENE

Television has no end, its IPL,  the news, Seinfeld, page 3 masala, bartending shows, now even power cuts don’t stop us. Pity the cable guy doesn’t have an invertor though, he spoils it at times. what am i trying to say? well nothing really, I had to write something to go with the picture above. So there.