When we saw these as full-page ads in the newspaper, we instantly felt like cutting them and pasting it on our wall. Really cool work by Grzegorz Domaradzki.
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Right, Monkey!
We were looking out for an option to Microsoft Word for a distraction-free writing writing experience. Much to our pleasant suprise, we found quite a few. But that one that caught our eye was WriteMonkey.
Writemonkey is a Windows writing application with an extremely stripped down user interface, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your words. It is light, fast and free. With an array of innovative tools under the hood and full Markdown* support, it helps you write better.
Our favourite part is the splash screen, which has Monkey’s pearls of wisdom. A perfect to begin the writing process if you ask us!
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Now this is what we call customisation!
Write a Bike by Juri Zaech. Juri states that he’s working on prototyping one of the designs. Very curious to see it when that happens.
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On the road to inner peace
Master Shifu! Forget Po, you should go to Bandra West if you want to see the perfect example of Inner Peace being practised. Once you reach near Kensilworth Arcade which is opposite McDonalds and houses KFC on the ground floor, just stop at the bend outside KFC. People who know this area well will tell you that Chaos is its middle name. Noise, Traffic and Confusion have been residing there since years. There at the same KFC corner, a few feet apart from each other, you will see two souls all curled up with their eyes closed, immersed in a world of their own. People would be hurrying past them; vendors would be shouting at the top of their voices and also in their ears; cabs and rickshaws would not be making things any easier. But they won’t budge, not even an inch. Their eyes will remain closed; their bodies will still be curled up; and you would be rubbing your eyes and pinching yourself to check if all of this is real. And no, they are not dead. You would know when you watch the easy, controlled breathing through the ups and downs of their stomachs. Life’s a bitch, they say but these two dogs (huge ones at that) sure know how to take it in their stride. Po could learn something from them. I know I did. Thank you, Dogs. Woof!
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Conversation with a cabbie
I was stuck in evening traffic on my way to KFC, Bandra in a cab when the cabbie started a conversation with an interesting and amusing thought.
Cabbie: Goverment ko family planning chod kar ab car planning shuru kar dena chahiye. Kitne car hain road par.
Me: (smiling) Hmmm.
Cabbie: Aapko yehi utarna hain ki aur aagey jaana hain?
Me: Aur aagey. McDonalds pata hain aapko? KFC ki yaahan.
Cabbie: Yeh KFC ka full form kya hain?
Me: Kentucky Fried Chicken. Kentucky America mein hain. Ek aadmi ne fried chicken banaya aur woh famous ho gaya. To usne yeh shuru kar diya. Kyunki Kentucky Fried Chicken itna lamba naam hain, to usne…
Cabbie: Use KFC kar diya (laughs).
Me: Haan. Wahan ka Vada Pav hain samjh lo.
Cabbie: Mujhe goverment ne Special Magistrate ka post diya hain. Pata hain aapko. Woh True Copy karke sign aur stamp karte hain na, woh. Doctors, lawyers ko banate hain…Gazetted Officer. Government ne mujhe bhi banaya hain.
Me: Attestation ke liye…hmmm. To aap taxi kyun chalate hain?
Cabbie: Yeh to hamara purana kaam hain. Ise kaise chod sakte hain. Maine ek card bhi banaya tha. Mere naam ke baad maine likh diya ‘Taxi Driver’. Mere dost ne kahan ki Taxi Driver kyun chapva diya. Maine kahan ki to us mein kya hain. Baad mein maine use short karke TD kar diya.
Me: (laughing) Yeh accha kiya. Log poochenge ki TD kya hain.
Cabbie: (smiling) Haan. Jaise Bcom, BA hota hain waise TD. Woh aa gaya KFC.
Me: Wohi left mein ruka dijiye. Kitna hua? (giving money) Apke paas aapka card hoga ab?
Cabbie: (taking the money) Nahi. Aap number le lo.
Me: Aap ka naam kya hain?
Cabbie: Gyan Singh. Number hain 99XXX XXXXX
Me: Attestation kahan se karte ho? Rehte kahan ho?
Cabbie: Malad.
Me: Aap pure din taxi chalate ho to attestation kaise aur kab karte ho?
Cabbie: Ab thodi der mein ghar jaakar shuru karunga. Line lag jaati hain raat ko. Nahi to logon ko keh deta hoon ki ghar ka pata de do, subeh subeh mein hi aa jaunga. Area ki ladke kehte hain ki aap bhi. (smiles)
Me: Accha hain. Chaliye. Khyal rakhiyega aap ka.
Cabbie: Thank you. Aapka shubh naam kya hain?
Me: Karthik.
Cabbie: Woh Ganesh ke bete hain na.
Me: Nahi. Bhai hain.
Cabbie: Accha, accha. Chaliye.
I walked away smiling towards my destination. I particularly loved our farewell where he wrongly assumed Lord Karthik to be Ganesh’s son. Thank you, Mr. Gyan Singh, for the useful gyan. 🙂
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Why I returned my iPad?
Bored? Good for you.
We have a new ritual now, and it really has become my favorite part of the day. I put her to bed 15 minutes earlier than before. She crawls into bed and, instead of shushing her, I lie next to her and we just talk. She talks about things that happened that day, things she’s worried about, things she’s curious or thinking about. I listen and ask her questions. We laugh together. And our minds just wander.
This is a wonderful end to an interesting article: Why I Returned My iPad. Not at all a boring read and if you beg to differ, remember, even that might be a good thing. 🙂 Thank you, Peter Bregman, for having a different take on boredom. Via: Lester Fernandes
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Awakening
If every day is an awakening, you will never grow old. You will just keep growing.
—Gail Sheehy
Beautiful thoughts like these are sometimes found in the unlikeliest of places. In this case, at the end of an e-mail forward (about a Japanese beer 3D TV commercial).
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Eyes closed. Ears open.
Even sound, when used creatively, can paint a very good picture for you. NOTE: Listen through stereo headphones only. And just a warning: don’t get scared. It’s only virtual. Via: Lester Fernandes
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Reel or Real—Bumpy road
Gloria: Life can be difficult sometimes. lt gets bumpy, what with family and kids and things not going exactly like you planned. But that’s what makes it interesting. ln life, the first act, always exciting. The second act, that’s where the depth comes in.
—Grown Ups
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Good news?
The inability to conceive a baby and the pain thereafter is one thing. Suffering from the additional pain while going through the IVF process must be quite another. That’s what I felt when I read this: The Age of Mechanical Reproduction, an essay where Paul Ford not only explains the process of IVF (minus the technical jargon) but also captures the agony of the couple that goes through it. Thank you, Paul Ford, for writing this. Via It’s Nice That.