19 September 2025

This wakes me up better than coffee

Being a bit of a creature of habit, I refuse to consider myself awake till I have had that first sip of cappuccino that I make pretty much right after leaving bed. This morning, I had one of those light bulb moments when I realized that there is something more forceful in waking me up.

And that happened when I sank into the sofa and took my first, tentative sip of the cappuccino to probe into its temperature and taste. Because it was in that eye-closed, much anticipated moment that I realized the milk had gone bad 🙁

That meant getting up, dressing up, walking up to Publix in this crisp, cool morning and getting some fresh milk.

That, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, jolted me out of my stupor like nothing has. Or ever will!!

12 September 2025

Pardon my French!

I was talking to this executive the other day who I had just met for the first time. In an animated moment while expounding his background, he said “Pardon my French” and then proceeded to utter some English invectives. I think he proceeded to ramble on further to justify his positionâ€Ļ but my mind had drifted away somewhere else..

My mind endeavored in exploring questions of far reaching import. For exampleâ€Ļ

Why do we say “Pardon my French” and immediately follow through with words that are clearly English?

In fact, I reckoned as I was packing up my thoughts to come back to the present moment, if you ever said “Pardon my French” and actually used French words after that, given my French, I would have absolutely no idea whether to extend you that sought after pardon at all!!