Luminous Infinitus

"Ankle deep, he waded through the bluebells. His spirit rose and exalted... as he breathed in the sun-drenched air. The glorious day was in its last decline. Long shadows lay on the sward... and from above the leaves dripped their shimmering drops of gold-green light. Moths and butterflies swarmed in merry hosts... flittering here, glimmering there. But, hush. Could that be a deer?" When we were searching for "Tess of d'Urbervilles" in the library memories rushed in, almost overwhelming me.  Memories of school days when I would look at a bookshelf and see different worlds, when Hercule Poirot and Dirk Pitt and Sherlock Holmes loomed larger than life, when the reality of life was less real than those in books,  when my sadness and happiness and mood changes did not depend on what happened in the life I was living but in the lives of characters that I was closely following,  when even though the only place I had been to, other than Bangalore, that too occasionally...

More than a year whizzed past without me writing anything here. When you're working for a company that does more than double the work in less than half the time that the client does it in and if the cient happens to be this uber-fast techie company that rolls out 8 million lines of code once every 2 weeks with almost 50K lines of code changing every week, time is a pricey quantity. It is a given ! But to get a chance to walk shoulder to shoulder with giants, ah ! other concerns vanish into obscurity. I have a new plan. I guess one should plan things with the view that the world goes around in 8hr cycles and force oneself to get stuff done. 8 ? Why not 12 ? 8 is too less. I always aim to finish something faster than the target and finish on target. I tell A, give me 2 hrs and I'd be done with it and it might usually take 3. I used to do this every night in the initial days. "Here you go.. we'll sleep at 12. ", "1 O clock, surely" but the offshore calls w...

A has given me the ultimatum. "It is too much. You've been fooling me for more than a year. Write now. Just 10 minutes. Whatever comes to your mind" She's been hitting the url for over a year expecting me to surprise her by writing something and I've always been saying.. I will, I will.  But more than a year of procrastination is bad I guess. At least for your loved one's patience ... It's coming, the pasting of a new rainbow butterfly in a fresh page.. in moments.  10 minutes if you want to time it.  Go, now !