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Jonathon Woodgate is a great, almost transcendental defender.

Just watched Watford v. Fulham and Sheffield v. Middlesborough. While the Premiership can often be boring, hacking butchery, it's also down to the wire, which Liga or Serie A games often aren't.

As I was eating at National, there were two Japanese tourists sitting at the next table. So the waiter comes around, towel on shoulder in the way of all dhaba waiters, and points at the naan on the plate.

Waiter: "Naan"
Tourist: *Bewildered Look*
Waiter: "Naan" (Accompanied by pointing at aforementioned)
Tourist: "Oh! Delicious!" Pause "OH! Yes, one more."


And I saw some buddhist monks in their red robes chilling at Costa Coffee, surrounded by strangely garbed european tourists, guys who wear tight striped shirts and fiddle with their phones and a large man called Puneet.

This Blog is in the process of becoming a Friends-Only blog.

Basically, a sixth cautionary sense just struck me behind the ear, and I dare not ignore it.

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SLV Uppahar does a fine dosa. I had a couple for lunch, because I'm going to miss them when I'm up north again. Nagarbhavi is such a beautiful dozy afternoon place, so warm and blissed-up. People walk slowly, sounds travel slowly, colours seem to float above the walls and bushes and horizons they belong to.

I also love my shades more with every passing day. No single accoutrement has ever made more of a change to the way I feel when I walk around. Mark my words; a nice pair of shades is a worthwhile investment...

Somehow, I just can't rustle up the gumption to be tense about anything.

With the kilos/litres/miles of human rights reading I have to do for tomorrow's exam, I feel like Job.

Balu, tellingly, has no idea how the word "Conscientious" is spelt. He's asking around the Comp Lab. Now what does that say about a man...

Damn, I hope I got it right...

Sanskritboy's photoblog of his trip through the plains and Himachal Pradesh are spectacular. I'm blown away by how beautiful the pictures are.

I'm also damn glad I'll be in Shimla these hols...

Oh, when I get out of law school and earn loads of money, I'll save up for a bit to buy the car I really want and buy precisely that car and do it up just the way I want.

I want a nice big military surplus jeep, a nice old one with a Wiley engine, get it tuned up, powered up and practically redone. Then I'd mod it by adding really big tires, a dope music box with phat speakers, extra thick roll bars and flashy powerful headlights. It would be a soft top, with a red body, chrome on all grilles and hubcaps and matte black bars and upper body. The top would also be black.

Naturally, I would never open the doors. I would jump out stylishly whenever required to. It would be sooo much fun parking it in an office lot, or outside court.

Shouldn't be more expensive than a new Santro, as far as I know...