Calvinosaurus

It's been some time since I wrote about my favourite six year-old, Calvin.

Like I'd said earlier, I'm still in the middle of volume 2. Though, it is slowly nearing its end. After that just one more volume remains to go before the series ends in a clear white sheet.

These days Calvin has dug up some old junk from his backyard. He has somehow convinced himself that these are priceless fossils of a yet-to-be-discovered dinosaur. He believes that this dinosaur is going to make him rich and famous and get him out of his current drudgery.

But like everything else, he knows somewhere that it is nothing but somebody's picnic junk that he's dug up. He can be very imaginative. The dinosaur he has constructed together with a knife, forks, soda bottle, paper cups and a few cans does look pretty convincing, especially to him.

Hobbes did try to talk some sense into him. But what does he know? He too is nothing but a figment of Calvin's imagination at the end of the day.

It doesn't really matter. Calvin is happy with the new dinosaur he has discovered. That's all that matters. Like everything else in his world, there's no line between fantasy and reality anyway.

Right turn

The road coming from my office ends at a junction. You can turn right and you go to Andheri station. You turn left and you go towards SEEPZ, Powai and further on to Kurla. You can go straight too. But that one ends in a dead-end. There's never any going straight.

Turning right means reaching the station where one can get off and take a train for an onward destination. That implies maybe 4 kms and 25 minutes of travel time.

But if someone needs to go left, the travel time is brought down to 300 m and 30 seconds at best.

I always take the right turn. I can't change that.

The New Year

First four days are down. And already a lot has happened.

The new year's eve was spent at a friend/acquaintance's place. Somebody who stays in the building. Didn't want to drive. The company was ok except for Jack who was great. Tired and fatigued with three stiff ones down, I was almost asleep. The good part was that a couple of guys were playing the guitar and the first song of the year was a raucously sung Wish you were here.

On the stagger back home I twisted my ankle. The first was spent in painful sleep but thankfully the x-ray ruled out a fracture. The evening was spent in a condolence meeting of my friend's father who has recently died.

The second was spent in more pain and added to it was diarrhea. My car that had got badly rammed was taken away to the garage and is still not back. It won't be for at least a week more. Good. Can't drive comfortably anyway. The day was also spent in gloom after a fight with Dad. And an errant message in the evening brought forebodings of further complications too.

The third was better. Started the guitar classes. The teacher was quite impressed considering it was my first class ever. Came home. Practiced more. Ankle slightly better. Stomach slightly better.

The fourth was the first working day of the year. Still feeling unwell, had to go for Amun's school admission interview. That came through and he's gotten into the school of our choice. Reached office only after 12 dressed in a t-shirt that said 'Everlast'. Got some goodies. Exchanged some mails. Reached some plateaus. And went back home by 2.

Resolution: focus only on work.