update

in short, it has been one big groan all along [ don't ask ,for I have not bothered to document my sobstory - but you know the recurring themes already - net access , illness, not being able to eat samosa daily ...]

net access, like a butterfly , dances within reach, and flies off again
so bandobast must be made of the sticking pins and glass cases
or else how will the poor bob survive ?

From the day-dreams and paranoia section : there was a time when I was convinced that the world would soon become out of a William Gibson book. Nowadays, I remain convinced , but remarkably indifferent too ...

The crying need of the hour is a warm gooey donut. I will also settle for a piece of cake, if providence should will it. Or maybe a Starbucks regular - black with no cream or sugar

Brazil fans stand among us, overwhelm us, but my gang stands united behind Argentina, so will I

and now, like the blue whale that comes above water for a few mammoth gulps of air and then returns back to the murky green-and-blues ....

*splash*