New Year Text?

"Happy New Year" An innocuous message, right? 

Well, not always; not at least for the dumb handler and the suicide bomber in Russia, where an unexpected text message blew up a suicide bomber in a safe house. 

I don't know how true the article is, but it seems that it surely did turn out to be a lucky moment for her intended victims. 

Discreet

Recently, I was on one of those confess and crib monologues of mine; the kind where words fly out faster than I can think of them and the thought process seems both clear and hazy at the same time.

Right in the middle, just as the ranting ended and the cribbing part was about to start, R looked up.

Now R is normally a very good listener to my rants and usually offers the occasional word or two at appropriate times. Expecting the same,I was surprised to hear him ask, "But why do you tell it to everyone?" 

I did not have an answer then but it set me thinking about the need to be discreet. Perhaps, I should have been more discreet! Perhaps not. 

But that set the tone for the day.

Adequate exercise of discretion with regards to information sharing is key and mum is the word for now!

As for conversational issues, not much progress but 

Still optimistic though!

Timing

Recently read a blog post about the need of timing; to find the perfect time to walk away and the time to turn back and mend your bridges.

Seems to be the case now; nadir seems not enough, yet bliss like never before. Confusion of another sort?

Priorities

Two conversations, overheard outside the Mess, sometime around midnight.

Scene 1
"I think generally the quality is lower in litigation than at corp. jobs."
" Not necessarily."
And then a bit of London, Luthra, jobs etc.

Scene 2
"If you have the light sabre, you do need the force."
"True, true" And the nodding of head in affirmation.

Strange, the different types of conversations, one gets to listen to at Law School, perhaps different people, differing priorities.

The clouds are heavy and the sky is dark..the signs are ominous and the hunter is gaining on his prey; silent and resigned to its fate..resigned to being hunted...

Time

Just too less to do anything and still a lot to waste; What an inherent dichotomy of the self...Lessons learnt but never put into place...Its only time that I can waste again...