Mother was talking today about 20 years ago how the family considered IE as a paper that broke the news first but was ’ all a pack of lies’. The hindu, even if it took a long time, wrote the truth. ‘Is IE still like that?’ heh.  

Sit down to chat in the evenings on an off day and you realise that everyody else is working, and v busy. the deadline is on their head. 5 other days I’d be like that. it is the strangeness of the job. This business is fast, it never stops.

Catching a ride with a drunk guy is one crazy thing I would never do, no?

What happens when appointments or stories don’t work out? nothing. we take ourselves too seriously.

 A poster in my office says ” Being ambitious is just an excuse for not knowing how to chill. Relax.”

I love ‘Snow’. I’ve read only 20 pages of it but I love it. Each time I finish a book, it gives me hope. I think:’there I’ve finished that one, that bug has still not claimed me. I can still finish what I undertake to begin.’

I love the Woodhousean world. Who doesn’t? wrings the oesophagus and the waist. A wodehouse a day keeps the depression away.

We live in an irresponsible world.