Few sweet memories In seoul having drinks with love of my life whilst she keep throwing nuts into my drinks. Late at night discussion with sudeep das de in east end London where the topics range from the absolute ridiculousness eg: in a fight between asian tiger and the bengoli one who will win to the height of intellectual discussion on the universe, economic, literatures and sciences till wee hours in the morning. Summer in London sipping coffee , reading and people watch with beautiful women strutting their stuff. Browsing books at foyles, waterstones, the second hand shops around leicester square. Listening to lively political debates and how Blaire was hammered in question times and PMQ Riding the tube with the economist in my hand being faux intellectual Some of the parties, one in Lister hospital in a shed and few other glamorous London venues Thinking that the world is my oysters. A dashing and single consultant cardiologist in University College Hospital Short hop to paris or amsterdam, a simple weekend getaway. A gorgeous partner, envy of all with flowing hair and hazel eyes with her head on my shoulder. A simple cup of expertly made coffe by me. Lots of cream ( coffeemate) lots of sugar and watching Arsenal plays. That sublime Ronaldinho strike against chelsea. And the fact of his ugliness add to the mystique. The naive thinking that the future will be better. Maybe ignorance is a bliss....or maybe to be lucky is a bliss.In this lottery of lives some will be dealt a shitty stack of card and ultimately no matter how defiance one is...if things go utterly tits up...theres nothing one can do.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Aug 2013 09:59:28 +0000