
This place: Ashokan Reservoir, New York state.



I read a story about eternity that I particularly liked:
We were probably the last batch that performed dissection on toads as part of the high-school zoology curriculum. Years down the line, I do not remember much of the amphibian internal physiology, but this I do - the scene at the end of the class could well be described by Toad News as another despicable terrorist attack. Bits and pieces strewn everywhere, with no way of knowing which was whose. It was a yucky business. Curiosity had most comprehensively killed the toad.
A blowfish is actually a very puffed up creature, full of air, and sometimes, deadly poisonous. That's starting to sound like someone from office.
Actually, I had never heard of Bret Harte before, came to know of him through his quote.


Wonder if the turtle was wondering what was beyond the ledge ?
I knew this guy ever since I was a kid and our house was stocked with painted Russian books. However, even then, and later too, I knew that he was an imaginary character, brought to life by an artist overdosed with the happy potion.
Random allusions to life aside, I caught on to a little tulip exhibition that quite took my breath away. Really, it was just about a dozen of tiny scattered plots, and if that has this kind of effect, I wonder what visiting a festival in Holland could do for spirits. Time to fix another date, methinks, now that I have fulfilled this one !


The Delaware and Raritan Canal State Park is a uniqueness. It runs along the length of the Delaware-Raritan canal for all of seventy miles. Also, in the matter of less than a century it has come full circle - once the highway for heavy river-traffic, now it is the sliver of calm running between major freeways. It is now in fact an unbroken trail on which you can cycle all day and more, or stop over for canoeing or fishing.



. This place: Old man's cave trail, Ohio.
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When I look back on life, there are events I would like to forget, things that I would like to change - given another chance.
Feeding kabootar at Central Park - any ideal Sunday should definitely include an hour of this. Bang in the center of the metropolis, its amazing how stepping into the park is like entering another world - one moment you are in the city that never sleeps - the next, you are steeped in serenity as if skyscrapers and traffic never existed!
My attitude towards life:
I was in Washington DC, watching the sun go down for the last time in 2009.
The best thing you can do in a snow storm is go catch the snowflakes.
In the olden days, if you were the most feared guy in the organisation, you well and truly belonged to the finance department. After the advent of the amorphous entity called Quality and Compliance, the borders are not so well drawn out any more, but this has nothing to do with the bean-counters loosing their sting. Or the strings.