Saw this today on the behest of the roommate:

This is a reply to this:

I am not as incensed by the reply as my roommate is. But I despair. Because we all know the general IQ level of the average TOI comments section. 

Among the things that I have to do is the task to cut up curtain materials and then go to sleep. But in the reverse order. But my enthusiasm to write something every day has me tapping away at this key board. I know this will peter out tomorrow. Day after, latest.
This keyboard used to feel strange and suddenly now it feels less so. Its the new computer, you see. I think I'm a cheap date. Give me a laptop with the scroll function working and I will conveniently forget that I didn't like this one at first.
There is a definite cold war brewing in this house. One of my roommates is definitely treating me horribly. I still cannot make up my mind if I should take it or just cut off all contact completely. We used to be friends for over 9 years now.

There was an intellectual discussion in an email chain over an angry article about the mediocrity of the middle class Indian and how R.K. Laxman's common man had fed it into a big fat immovable cow. And you can see in Google's beautifully tabulated email format, my friends' personalities and their basic ideologies and intelligence.The evidence presented itself to me in a such a clear graph that I was quite taken by surprise.

Morning,Computer.

Slowly but surely this has become a part of my daily reading:

http://morning.computer/

I like that there is a famous writer who cannot but help write stuff. All the time. And he has a morning musing page which he just updates for himself.

This makes me want to do things everytime I read it. I could update a blog every day. Draw something. Or write something. But no.

I live in a house where three people exist, where only two at a time talk to each other and the other one is shut in the room. We live like refugees. And the token effort made to remedy the refugee-like situation on my part is buy a book shelf and take a week to assemble it and finally put it up, unloading two cartons of books.

Its wobbly and wonky and I have a deeply unsettling sensation that it might come toppling down in the middle of the night.