Aslan and Gandalf are dead

They were my fish. Cichlids. I need someone or something to constantly look after- Aslan died first - I decided he was greedy. Then I guess Gandalf got lonely.

Or maybe its just me.

Hyderabad- Hyderabetter-Hyderabest

So that's the slogan for 'Citizens for a better Hyderabad'- but what to do- this city has no patience- Traffic is a beatch. As is everything else here... NOTHING changes- just faces and the buildings. It's a lot more trendy and hip and all that- but you can't go from A to B (even if its just 2 km) without wanting to kill atleast two people.
So that was what I was thinking about. Tolerance. What wenerd said was right- tolerance of yesterday becomes intolerance today. We just aren't. But the haleem and biriyani is still the best here...

I'm reading Shantaram finally and so here goes->It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured. I realized, somehow, through the screaming in my mind, that even in the shackled, bloody helplessness, I was still free, free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them. It doesn’t sound like much, I know. But in the flinch and bite of the chain, when its all you’ve go, that freedom is a universe of possibility. And the choice you make, between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life.

Like an 87 year old grand aunt of mine said(what an amazing woman she is)- this too will be forgotten- so is it all really worth it? ... cos in the long run we're all dead!