What a waste, I am angry, I am writing the entire thoughts for the second... fff......... the language...
OK cool......
Ha ! I wrote that I am walking to sweet sixty on 4th March 2010. Wow, I lived 38 long years in Delhi and its satellites. Only 22 in Kerala.(don't read I have split the peiord to look young) Yet I call my self a Keralite... Never a Delhiite.I thought of writing a novel clubbing my experience in 1970s and the Delhi now.I tied once. I did'nt like it for it has no life. I tore the note book. That reminds me I tried a few business venutes.I torn them too. I lack two Bs 'Bhasha' and 'Bhavana' what else is required for a work of art. I quit. Not my 'thattakam'
Oh I forgot this blog is after a considerable gap of months.
By the way I am turning 60 soon. The RTV almost reshaped my spines, it costed me 6k to get a photograph of my 32 vertebraes of which one portrude as if attempting to jump the Q. No matter, Babe is worried, gallied the Doc fellow for he has not suggested ultrasound for my tummy, which he now did. Another big K. OK TATA takes care.
Back to my Busns ventr, Babe fumed occassionally to ward me off my attempts. Swap gave up. Liz still attmept to advise. Lady she is, agfter all. Swap says (thru her blog), she is tyred of the monotonous daily chorus. She fumes at (with a change of gear) me when I utter a similar course for me. What a contrast. Liz is busy in Ramswaram to 100 dip in the Holy sea.
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