5K run in the beautiful property of Chateau Elan
Out on the lake with my old IIT hostel mates
For my Canadian friends!
Another day of kayaking
5K in my old digs
Lately, I have picked up my miles and have been paying for it with all sorts of pains in parts of legs that I did not know I had. Pounding on concrete cannot be great for the joints at my age. So, went to good old Big Creek Greenway this morning.
Loved it. Seeing so many runners on a Sunday morning brought back a lot of fond memories from the past. I need to probably start going back there …

His and Hers this morning!
Brought out the coffee beans from Tonga!!
One of these days, I am going to get into real trouble with her
Woke up sharp at 5 am, blithe as a lark and went about my early morning routine. Vitals measured and noted down, classical music put on in my study, logged previous day’s 64 point updates, wrote in my journal, made my first cappuccino and settled down in my chair. Suddenly, I heard Sharmila screaming from our bedroom upstairs:
“Rajib, are you around?”
“Yes. Why?”
“I think the dishwasher is beeping. Need to call the mechanic. Can you switch it off?”.
“Okay”.
Hmmm…. now what do I do? I started wondering. You see, that high pitched beeping noises were not coming from the dishwasher. (admittedly, I was impressed with her confidence without doing any debugging).
It was actually me, on my new learning spree. So, about a month back, I took it upon myself to learn Morse code! I know, I know, in these days of GenAI, I could not have picked up anything more anachronistic. After a month of learning my dots and dashes, I got myself a Morse code machine. And that is where I was trying to spell out different words. Not sure what is so dishwasher-y about it.
Anyways, I went back to practicing after connecting the audio output to my headphones.
Eventually, her coffee was ready and she came down. I was hoping she would have forgotten the incident.
“What happened to the dishwasher?”
My burgeoning hopes were summarily … err… “dash”ed!!
I took her to my study and showed her my Morse code machine.
Have you ever noticed how people driven to exasperation involuntarily put their arms on their hips with their palm folded around the wrists? A visage like that was the last recollection I have before I heard her say “You are a quirky man”.
Helplessly, I sat there grinning to myself with no re-Morse whatsoever! I am going to keep learning this…
So there.
Ha! (that would be dot-dot-dot-dot dot-dash to you)








