Midweek musings

And so Liverpool won against Chelsea (again!) in a Champions’ League semifinal, and I couldn’t even watch it. The pretty cool thing is that such an overpoweringly ‘red’ club won on Labour Day. Though that’s where the similarity ends really. The rampantly capitalist Reds are as far a cry from Marx as Groucho is from Richard, but there’s a sweet irony in there somewhere. Pity I couldn’t watch it though.On a weather vein, its lovely today. The first inkling was a surprisingly cool, windy morning with a weak sun…as the day has grown older, dark clouds have veiled the sun resulting in a much-needed respite from the inferno of the last one week or so. It was a fabulous bus ride to office, which was after the office rush. Everything peaceful, a cool day, and me reading a wonderful companion to Neil Gaiman’s Sandman. Life could be worse. As I always do when the bus passes Nizamuddin, I look up to catch a glimpse of Humayun’s Tomb. Most days it blazes in the sun…today it was a cold thrill against a dark sky. The old Mughal buried in there would have liked it. And so it goes.