Her: So did anything happen on your date?
Me: It depends… (thinks) When do you call a date… a “date”?
Her: I dont know… Maybe if the guy picks up the girl and drops her back to her place…
Me: So if they meet at a pre determined place and leave from the place (separately) its not a date.
Her: So when do you call it a date?
Philosophy
The Old Man And The Mountain
The flakes of snow was all over his face, concentrated on his facial hair. He stopped for a moment to wipe a layer of ice off his forehead and stared at the fog of ice at the distance. His face was the only part of his body exposed to the numbing cold… he had once told a porter “Pain is important my boy… Its the most true feeling of being alive”.
People had called him insane, some had laughed at him, some pitied him. The mountain was a murderer, the old people of the village at tried to convince him. The truth was that only a few had returned from it and a even fewer remained sane enough to narrate the experience. No one had ever returned from the peak.
The Rickshaw Driver…
I am not the talking kind of rickshaw passenger, but if the driver initiates a conversation and I am not already busy with something I am always game for a little chit-chat. Yesterday I apparently hired a rickshaw with a very chatty driver. I have offlate become increasingly comfortable talking to strangers but nothing could have prepared me for this particular guy.
2008… 2009
You will never climb the mountain if you keep looking only at its peak. – What 2008 gave me. To my Friends, readers, visitors and critics, I hope you have a wonderful 2009. Happy New Year :)
Timing…
Me: Do you believe in fate and destiny?
Her: Why that question… now?
Me: Well… Its has a lot of significance with most of my life but off late its been the question that keeps revisiting me… So tell me, do you believe in fate or destiny?
Her: Arent they the same thing?
Me: Pardon me
Her: Fate and destiny, aren’t they synonymous?