Random

Just when I need to know more about something.. it flashes up more conspicuous than ever.. like 'hypoallergenic' on a soap bar.. now I cant recall where I saw it before that..
This 'birkenstocks' was there in capitals on a rack , unfolding as I kept walking... and just a day before I had come across of that in a book..
Then I wanted to know if Dallas and Fort worth were different places.. I thought of asking other passengers.. finally I just happened to see a TX map in a watch store.. and there my question was answered in less than 24 hours....
Cold Noodles.. hmm..

tres de mayo

It all started with my friend asking me what zinco de mayo means.. this was a week ago.. the mystery is now unravelled.. I heard of it on the radio but didnt get what it was all about.. then I heard of it on the bus from a veteran driver overlooking the driving of the trainee's first drive that day. Now there was a mention of party and music on May 5.. still not much clue.. come May 1 or should I say 'Uno de Mayo' , I update my calender which shows something on May 5 and calls it 'Cinco de Mayo' and thats when it struck me 'quatro cinco' in series... (not as readily as 'un dos tres'..) what it means.. now each day is a celebration..
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From Small beginnings

I was reading this short story by Ruskin Bond, last night. Only today morning in the bus, did it strike me that I read the whole thing wrong.
The story has a paragraph of Rudyard Kipling's sentence about hills .. Few days ago I read a story int he same book in which Ruskin meets Rudyard's ghost.. Now somewhere some synapse in my brain got wrongly connected and I read the whole story as if told by Rudyard and not Ruskin.
I should have gone back to the beginning, when some instances made me doubt as to why somethings seemed as if written from someone who wasnt native of the hills.. but I still read on ...
I guess the stint of reading the book as a preoccupation worked just too well.. even the howls of illogic got drowned.

Out of the Silent Planet

I was reading this book by C.S.Lewis. Some things that I stopped to think....
Earth light. Now thats a new word not difficult to understand.
Ransom wonders how the moon is bigger than he knows it to be. All fantasy whatever it may have, has to be viewed by the people of this earth.
A line about his one foot in the dark, unknown seeming heavier and the other one light just is too packed a sentence...