{"id":412,"date":"2003-11-24T18:37:00","date_gmt":"2003-11-24T18:37:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/2003\/11\/el-weekend\/"},"modified":"2003-11-24T18:37:00","modified_gmt":"2003-11-24T18:37:00","slug":"el-weekend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/2003\/11\/el-weekend\/","title":{"rendered":"El Weekend."},"content":{"rendered":"

Saturday I went to the Hyderabad zoo. The last time I had been there was five years ago, just before I had joined my Hallowed College, and I had visited the gate and come away. This time, it was because it was Chandru’s son’s birthday, and he had this idea of organising the party at the zoo. I was, as Chandru put it, “one of the volunteering non-parent males”. Which sounds like a very appropriately zoological description of yours truly.<\/p>\n

I enjoyed it as much as I could with this splitting headache. Waking up before eight on Saturday morning, especially after very late-Castle Wolfenstein excursions ( or early-morning, depending on how you look at it) is unhealthy. The kids were full of energy and in the early part of it, the enthu was contagious. After an hour, I just fagged out. “Trailed along” would be a better description. Just watching the kids run around made my bones ache. Gosh! It has been so<\/i> long since I ran around just for the heck of it. It’s true, isn’t it? After a certain age, we just stop running.( physically, that is) Well, sometimes I do run up the stairs but that’s just not what I mean, so we can ignore that.<\/p>\n

Funniest part: There was a toy train, and there was us sitting on the toy train. Normally people have this tendency of making a lot of noise when the train passes through a tunnel. We decided to use this noise-making very constructively, and decided that instead of screaming, we would just say “Mine Mine Mine”, like those seagulls in Finding Nemo<\/i> very loud. It was an absolute RIOT!! Everybody in the train took it up, voices of various tones and hues and frequency levels. I bet we scared the fishies! *grin*<\/p>\n

Slept the evening. Woke up sometime at night, and by reflex, clicked on the Return to Castle Wolfenstein<\/i> shortcut. Switched off the light. Lemme tell you, the game looks abso-freakin-lutely wonderful with the light switched off. Played and played and played and all of a sudden, the game was over. Yippeee!!! Then I had eight oranges to celebrate, and passed out.<\/p>\n

I hurt my butt bad on Sunday. Slipped on a puddle of water in the kitchen. Aforementioned puddle came from this wacky idea of mine to leave the drinking-water tap on in the night. Woke up early, heard water splashing real loud and bounded to turn off the tap. Ker-whammo! Ditched plans for breakfast out of sympathy.<\/p>\n

AR Rahman double bill in the afternoon – Bombay<\/i> and Roja<\/i> back-to-back, to a packed audience. And then my eighth viewing of Kill BIll<\/i>. Then when everybody left, I played some Syberia<\/i>, and started reading Ender’s Game<\/i> by Orson Scott Card ( which was a reco from contentedbloke<\/a>, you were right, dude, it’s magnifique<\/i> ) and wrote cds for serioussam<\/a>. <\/p>\n

Some random stuff: <\/p>\n