Mornings are the best times. There is some kind of hope/happiness in the morning. Or maybe it is the happiness of Friday. I know it sounds ludicrous but when you are doing a job, typically one which you dont like then Friday is your idea of utopia.

Cell phones provide ease of communication. And you get used to it. Yesternight tried calling akshay rajat paraj and a few more friends but akshay's phone unavailable, paraj's switched off, rajat not answering. And it frustrates you when you cannot get through. Cell phones were made so that you can talk to anybody anytime right? And it adds to your worry when somebody's phone is not responding for a long time.

Started reading 'A fine Balance' by Rohinton Mistry. Did have a general disinclination for indian authors but Arundhati Roy and now Mistry have thankfully proved me wrong. Feels strange though when a character in the story that has been potrayed in bad light comes strikingly close to your life. And then you start finding dissimilarities.

kabhi kisi ko muqammal jahan nahi milta,
kabhi zameen to kabhi aasmaan nahi milta