it should be a blog about J.

If only a journey over three flights can be called an ordeal or better an odyssey. To be six hours late and be greeted by so nice a person as J. , can be a treat of sorts. One comes with zero expectations and finds nice people. The subject of this blog should not be an incessant narcissism about my imaginary travails I guess - there were none (i slept through them ), it should be a blog about J..

J. seems to be a fantastic guy : with so many nice people , J. would still be the pick of the week . Had my best conversation of the week too with him as he told me about how he thought a referee's decision in a football match mirrored the ambiguties in postmodern ideas (as I sat embarrased by the way I negotiated a mustard draped sandwich of which i was making a bad mess - thanks to my timidity). J. has a cute face by any standards, a much cuter mind, has no qualms about being labelled a geek in a good way of course. (his glasses and those intonations which seem to break as he concentrates on a thought before he spells it out add to the effect). Is genuinely curious and finds time to help people inspite of having a tough schedule. He also seems quite intuitive in grasping what the other person is thinking.

J.'s wife T. has a more assured voice, a more matter-of-factly tone. She has a better handwriting. Their cat Senora seems characteristically attentive, is flawlessly soft-pawed and quite un-naturally 'not pampered'.