A Bird in Hand...

I was talking about the old saying 'A bird in hand is worth two in the bush'

Now that I have a bird in hand I am thinking about the two in the bush. Whether to go after them or not.
Is that a general tendency or something weirdly special about me?
Life is just getting to be more complicated and I am loving it!

Pisces - Dual Fish Power!

I am a piscean. This sign is represented by two fish tied together by their tails.
This is a very good description of the Piscean mindset.
Pisceans are supposed to be indecisive... this is their biggest weakness. Thats when the two fish are fighting each other, pulling in different directions.
At the other end Pisceans are also supposed to be highly imaginative, often surpassing other signs in the depth and width of their imagination. Thats when the two fish are swimming in one direction.
Thus we either have
- no progress <- ->
or
- progress at twice the speed -> ->

Amazing isnt it? I guess the people who kept the representations for signs knew what their business!

Square Roots..

I am back in New Delhi.. my home since the day I was born.
Even though I have been in UK for the last 2 years my heart is still here in New Delhi.
I will always dream of settling back here after 3-5 years.
Maybe this dream will come true or maybe I will just keep visiting every year in December.

As they say 'more things change, more they remain the same', thats the case with New Delhi.
Things are improving.. I mean I am using broadband internet which is faster than what I have back in UK (and also cheaper!). But somethings are still the same. People will still do things to make money. Not caring about that little thing which is valued the most around the world.. the little thing called 'self-respect'. India is a great nation but a great percentage of its people lack 'self-respect'.

Still, setting these small things aside, it feels great to be back home.
Now I have to plot some plots... stir up some stuff.. and generally make this short 20 day trip memorable!

Shift_Expectations

I have been pretty busy over the past few days.
It always is the same story. Just before I am to leave for India things become very hectic with a hundred things all looming up at once!
The last few days have been the most fascinating in my life.
Things which were going from bad to worse suddenly improved like anything... and a girl admitted that she liked me and maybe even loved me. This all happened through a mixture of courage and love. Courage to stand up for what is right and love to ensure confrontations resulted in something productive and not just another fight.

With my gear all spread out over the room and begging to be left behind (!) I am feeling strangely dull. Maybe it has something to do with only having slept 5-6 hours during the last two days.

Courage and Love..

I question whether it takes courage to admit your love.
Maybe sometimes you just feel comfortable in admitting your love when you really dont feel any love at all. It is almost as if admitting it will convince you that you are actually in love!
I may be wrong though.
The women in my life are all very courageous though... and I admire them for it.
I know they will always admit their love for me even when I am hesitant to do so.