That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way as us. -- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
If only you knew she loved you, you could face the uncertainty of whether you love her.
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There’s always an Emacs command to do that:
C-x RET C-\ japanese-hiragana RET
There will always be…I <3 Emacs
Love is a word that is constantly heard, Hate is a word that is not. Love, I am told, is more precious than gold. Love, I have read, is hot. But hate is the verb that to me is superb, And Love but a drug on the mart. Any kiddie in school can love like a fool, But Hating, my boy, is an Art. -- Ogden Nash
…they always stay on call. 🙂
“Exactly. Simple as that. Can’t have you having bad dreams, and I’ve paid my dues. From now on, I’m only going on night call to cover holidays.”
She laughed. “Sysadmins don’t take holidays.”
“This one will,” he said. “Promise.”
source: When Sysadmins Ruled The Earth
/me fell in love with the lyrics ever since he listened them in Barfuss (the best German film).
Well I’ve seen queens in furcoats struttin’ up and down that strip.
And I’ve seen ladies wearin’ shoes from Paris who thought they were hip.
But I’ll tell you when my heart did really flip and I knew from the start that this is it,
and you were looking so good and you were –
Barefoot – Barefoot.
After nearly half a decade, I visited Palam again. I wanted to take this trip a bit early, for a special reason, but my luse^H^H^Haziness preëmpted it, and now that reason isn’t anymore :P. Anyways, since most of the friends are married, or are in process of getting married, I feel a bit awkward to hang out with them, so this time I decided to troll the streets alone by myself. And also as this is a completely unannounced visit, there is very less chance to catch them.
The place had undergone a major overhaul. Lots of artifacts (of that time) are destroyed, re-built. Streets are narrowed, paths were altered, but thankfully roads are still uneven. It has become a mess and finding my way in this mess was fun, but it was really disheartening to see it like that. I visited a couple of places where I was regular at one time, to see if they still recognize me, but none-of-them recognized me, except for one person :).
So, after fed up of trolling streets, and waiting on the corner of street hoping for someone to see me from their balcony, recognize me, call my name, I decided to call Rahul, who as I expected wasn’t at his place ;). Considering, it as fate, I decided to take bus back to Metro station, but then thought at least I should check out my school, so I decided to take the shortcut to school. The shortcut proved real short this time, unlike a bit longer when I used to take it daily 9 years ago. I’m not sure what made it look shorter, maybe the obscurity introduced in paths, or is it the zeal of find / ;). The school, which at that time was recognizable from far, is now unrecognizable due to even taller structures grown around it. Anyways, I didn’t enter school this time.
I wanted to meet Arun, who once called from
.au years ago to surprise me, and IIRC my response wasn’t at all cool :(. I haven’t heard from him since then. Nor I heard any news of Puneet, so I decided to show up at Puneet‘s shop and probe about Arun as well. I went outside at Puneet‘s shop, and luckily he was there. We chatted for few minutes, and he mentioned about getting a gold medal for MCA from IGNOU, most crazy thing :P. He mentioned Arun is also in India, so from there we went to Arun‘s place. Arun had some health issues recently, but was looking cheerful as usual. We refreshed lots of old memories, which of course aren’t safe to post here ;). It really felt great to physically see him after a long time. He is one of my good friends I’ve in school, although I never realized it while in school, but looking at it now seems the one whom I considered my best friends don’t even talk to me. I wish he recover soon, and live
n! years, where n is his favorite positive integer :).
Lastly I wanted to meet Dinu, but since I was running out of time, and it started raining as well, and realized, that was probably his time to go back to work, so decided not to call him. I wish I’d made this trip earlier, c’est la vie.
Anyways, too much nostalgia, time to shut up and hack, after all this’s what I’m here for.
The little girl expects no declaration of tenderness from her doll. She loves it — and that's all. It is thus that we should love. — DeGourmont