Nowadays, the only problem s that of plenty! Too many things to do, too many things to think about, too much stuff to read. To choose what you want is really difficult.

The only thing that is constant i guess my jogging. All the other things are stashed up according to the time available and the vagaries of B-school lofe. Sometimes i am reminded of the quintessential story of "The babysitter" by Chekhov. The baby sitter is being over worked by the tyrannous land lady and the poor soul is burdened by the extremely arduous and menial chores of home. Just out of complete exhaustion, she enters a twilight zone where things become clearer.

Chekhov is difficult to think about anf forget. One of the masters of the language. Though not as elaborative as J R R Tolkien but maybe as good at human emotions as Victor Hugo. They are the masters who not only make beautiful verse but ever lasting ones.