Baby steps again in the little excursions to the Delhi parks and tennis courts, that do ultimately transform your tee into a sweat-soaked entity and ges muscles cramping. It was Yogi who initiated it all, which, sadly only persisted for a coupla' days and over the first leg of FIFA World Cup matches (his parents were out, you see, so we were hosting our nightovers). Since, Yogi has literally distanced himself a thousand miles. Yes, to Istanbul, in Turkey. In the time that the world is only discussing football, and we locally are only discussing our new PM elect, he's got nuclear issues to project and predict about. That leaves me in two minds at the start of each morning, and the end of each day, and I barely am tipping over the nice side these days.
Surprise came when the course of things for the next coupla years was decided, which looks promising towards course over a longer duration. I am going to college. Ayo! However - borrowing metaphors from a painting, - it is just the background that is set; the foreground elements are yet to be thought out. I have made several attempts to get in/to a 'cone of ambition' or 'trajectory of life' or 'path of intention' but neither did it succeed nor did it feel any less a redundant concept than earlier. This event has brought about more zoning out.
In other updates, I'm set on a record course of delaying some menials things.
Oh, and also this to start with Makalu - a Chrome theme.
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