This and that...

I've moved to a new workstation. Its a nice development, since I'm always one for novelty. What really gives me kicks is the silver balloon I've affixed to new motherboard. Its a party all year round (the kiddy type, not adult partay...since no disco balls to be found. Thankfully, since that would just be lame). A friend has kindly supplied me with beautiful, passion filled Spanish music that's currently playing in the background and colleague got me two packs of dark chocolate Tim Tams on rebate. All in all, I'm having an intensely pleasurable Friday morning. :P

Speaking of :P, nubeals and I had a totally vetti conversation about the power of the :P. Observe:

Nubeals: it's funny how ":P" invalidates anything preceding it, don't u think?

me: yes
Nubeals: ur ugly :P
me: :P
Nubeals: ur beautiful :P

Nubeals: ur funny :P me: you're insane :P
Nubeals: that i am :)
:P

Nubeals: (delayed invalidation)
me: ahahhaha...you're hilarious :P

Anyway, in this relaxed state of mind, in new zen workstation, my mind wanders to the streets outside...

I love watching old people here in the City. It amazes me that they sit around in the coffee shops, drinking coffee all day from the cheap, cream colored china cups with ugly green flowers on them (now marketed as part of City Heritage), in their Rupa banyan type vests and their drawstring shorts, looking so much like villagers from anywhere in Asia, like they're still in 1952. These uncles (and aunties) are really not poor; I've seen them drive up in their vintage Benz cars, with jade Buddhas on the dashboard. It amazes me. This village seems to have turned into town and then metropolis in such a hurry that the original villagers are yet to die out. I mean, imagine that happening to my Palakkad. What a shock it must be for all the grannies and grandpas. Where do they go for old times' sake? Oh yes, to coffee shops.