My house

Finally, a house of my own! I thought I would feel like a new person or perhaps have some revelation, or perhaps die of shock....but none of these things happened. I moved in with a paltry few things, unpacked my clothes in over seven months on the road (somewhat!) had a couple of Pure Magic biscuits and watched the setting sun dazzle the spires of a Gurdwara. The feeling slowly sinks in...that I don't have to live with other people, see if they're available, be answerable to them, panic at the last moment cause there's nowhere to go...etc etc.
Obviously it still isn't a home like my previous house was one, but then I've been here only a couple of days. The main lock still throws me, and the local dogs want to know me better, but that's all right. I still have to work out the sun's trajectory vis a vis the house, whether there are any cats about that I can adopt, and what the faultlines are from which ants may one day emerge, but that's all right too.
You win some and you lose some. So while people drift away and I become used to not speaking for days on end, at least I have my house, and I love it.

You're It

I dunno why people tag other people. What's the point? Who cares what I like? But well, I've been tagged and I've got time to kill, so here goes:

Three things that scare me :
birds (aaargh those fluttering wings)
dreams where you're run for hours and never get to where you're trying to get to (plain horrible)
heights (cause the fall seems so inviting)

Three people who make me laugh :
Douglas Adams (cause nobody can write about the Krikkit wars like he does)
John Lennon (I'd like just to give you this Michael, on behalf of the British public)
Wee Kiddo (Cause he's so wee, and makes such funny faces and says "gooo")

Three things I love :
Norwesters in Bengal (You just have to see them coming up from the horizon and gradually filling out your view...and then your senses. You wait with bated breath for the first crack of thunder, and then its ecstacy)
Sex (Cause its there)
Mountains (I feel like a million emperors rolled into one, and as Tintin said, "the air's like champagne". They truly go to my head

Three things I hate :
Spoilt brats (cause they're so goddamn insensitive)
Loneliness (because too much of it, and you forget how to talk)
Long faces (cause you know, something should be done about it, but dunno what to do)

Three things I don't understand :
Why mountaineering is not an optional subject in school
Why people listen to Pink Floyd
Why nobody (including me) cares

Three things on my desk :
Books (Never make a home without 'em)
Music (Is Fab)
Pen and paper (I love scribbling)

Three things I am doing right now :
Wanting to sleep (couldn't sleep last night)
Wearing my multi-coloured sweater (I love it)
About to have tea (cause otherwise I'll die)

Three things I want to do before I die
Go on at least one proper expedition (nothing can be better)
Watch Wee grow (cause he'll be smashing)
Make an album (it easier than writing a novel)

Three things I can do :
Sing (cause I can)
Bum around (Its a skill, seriously!)
stare vacantly at nothing in particular (lots of practice)

Three things you should listen to :
The Beatles (they can be your best friends if you let them)
Me (Who else would you listen to?)
Rainfall (it tells you things you should know)

Three things you should never listen to :
Vogon singing (you'll die)
Sathe (cause he's a liar)
Cats (cause they're over-rated dumbasses)

Three things I'd like to learn :
driving (Ok I DO know, but haven't done so in years)
Lie convincingly
How to really play the guitar

Three favourite foods :
Bong food
Momos
Chicken Sizzlers

Three beverages I drink regularly
Tea (Heaven)
Rum (Dunno why. Probably cause its there)
More tea (why not?)

Three TV shows/books I watched/read as a kid :
Johnny Soko and His Flying Robot (What joy! I can still do the hand movements)
Catch 22 (What a book to read when you're young!)
Vikram Aur Betal (I could never get enough)

Three people I would like to tag :
Daya (Cause she's so interesting)
Sue (Because she hasn't blogged in a long time)
KP (Because he's so goddamn secretive)