To Neha, a good friend and an amazing singer,
I just loved the way you sang Bobby McGee the other day. It’s playing in my mind right now right now.
From the coalmines of kentucky to the california sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standin’ right beside me through everythin’ I done,
And every night she kept me from the cold.
The somewhere near salinas, lord, I let her slip away,
She was lookin’ for the love I hope she’ll find,
Well I’d trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
Holdin’ bobby’s body close to mine.
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose,
And nothin’ left was all she left to me,
Feelin’ good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the blues,
And buddy, that was good enough for me.
Good enough for me and bobby mcgee.
The weather in Hyderabad is great these days. Maybe, the only time of the year when it is as pleasant.
I am upto reading 3 books in parallel these days and I wish I wasn’t because they are nice books.
One of them is called ‘The Naked Bachelor’ by Darrel Bristow-Bovey a hilarious collection of articles on how to get around. I highly recommend taking a look at this if you ever come across it. This book can always be read in parts and even has a certain Douglas Adams Hitchhikers quality to its humour in parts.
The other one is ‘A Homage to Catalonia’ by George Orwell. I am midway through this and the narrative is beginning to change flavor and I am reading it with much trepidation – the last time it was 1984 and it left me feeling that my ancient empty streets to dead for dreaming for a long log time. I still shudder.
The third is the eternal Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. (Yes Pooj, I finally picked it up, how could I not). I have just started by I have taken a liking to it already. Maybe I am heaping too large a compliment on myself, after 20 pages, what seems to be Howard Roark’s inherent functional perfection of buildings is seems close at heart to what I feel is the same way good software is built – not so much about UI as much as a comparison with architecture would imply – but about the beauty in which the functional pieces of the software come together inside; like Pirsig’s motorcycle.
Reading Fountainhead reminded me so much of A Separate Peace, a book that keeps coming back you to in thoughts in the most unexpected circumstances.

This picture is taken from the Philips Exeter academy’s page about The Separate Peace.
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