Howdy, folks. This is Monsieur Shenoy reporting from the flight deck at 36,000 feet over Mysore. The corpore sano is at sea-level of course, but the mens sana is flying, owing to a liberal dosage of fine single malt whisky. These things happen. The mechanistic cause is the purchase of a flight ticket on the 0610 am flight to Bangalore by yours truly.
The missus woke up first to the alarm at 4 am.
Missus: Naren, why are you leaving so early? You'll be in bangalore before 8. Surely, even you cant have any work that early.
Me: No, I thought I would start early.
Missus: You mean you decided to ruin my sleep just so that you could go to Bangalore a little earlier than usual.
Missus: Naren, you are an idiot
I found that I could not challenge this simple conclusion. I confess. C'est la vie, as they say in Punjabi, or perhaps french, i can never tell.
Among other things, I must confess that I am missing the wife and kids. The former I love with a passion words cannot begin to express. (yes, she's probably reading this). The latter, well, they're my brats.