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Too late .. too tired

Chapter 1
It’s usually a double life, a whacked up life, struggling to piece together times from different periods in my life. Separating friends and family, juggling responsibilities and stolen moments, savoring those small indiscretions, always a smile, no invectives and indecencies. That’s how it is at home.
I stopped at about four. There has been too much stuff piling on my desk these days and it occupies not so much of my desk as it occupies my mind. I usually stop when I am tired and that is how it has always been. However I always feel pretty guilty stopping working and can’t sleep for another hour till it just happens to me. Getting into the balcony without making too much noise, I can make out the skyline and those intermittent sparkling of lights playing in the air as if spotting something out in the still dark night.
I thought about the visual search engine and wondered of how I used to think of Google as the nice guys on the block. I used to find their meteoric rise comforting but now I think differently. It is always the corporation that is intimidating the mavericks and in this case, a bunch of mavericks keeping out other mavericks. Google now seems like expert and the professional which wants domination. Earlier it was indiscriminately new stuff but now it’s confident, strategic moves to counter the rest. After all, it has got a bunch of shareholders to take care of. But it has been disappointing. It had be the Microsoft story over and over again. But it always makes me comfortable to know that no one can stop an idea whose time has come.
I was damned tired and suddenly did not want to go to bed. I got myself a bottle of cold water and poured it down my throat, feeling really hungry at once. So then I raided the biscuits and then I lay down and felt the paunch that seems to be there forever. Then I felt my shaved head and felt comfort that I had have a decent crop in some time.
I woke up and it was hot. It was close to noon and I got up and cooked myself a decent breakfast. Mom would be in her puja room, doing that incredible number of shlokas again and again. Eggs, milk, bread and lots of sauce always perks me up. I looked at the number of calls that had arrived while i was taking my beauty sleep...
Its over now..

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