I plough upon the shore. Such a ponderous burden upon my shoulders to toil lands bereft of fecundity; woe me, I am not Atlas! And surely, I am not to be confused, ever, with altruistic Prometheus. I prefer the voluptuous delights this world offers, to the unknown and divine promised to the saintly. I shall…

The following are the currently available galleries. Please click on the pink arrow that follows each description to go to the respective gallery. 22—24 September 2006; 163 photos of Oxford. Though the majority of the photos in this gallery were taken in Oxford, there are some photos of Birmingham International Airport and some places in…

I am not happy. My writing has been sapped by the ennui. Though I wish to think of myself as possessing the qualities of a flâneur, I cannot play the rôle faithfully. The mundane and bromidic lie outside of my sphere; they are muddled apparitions in the periphery, humbling chimeras. Now, I will allow my…

It is said that “every individual man and all men in common aim at a certain end which determines what they choose and what they avoid. This end, to sum it up briefly, is happiness,” and I believe it to be true. But I am, to be honest, unhappy. It is my suspicion that in…

Nota bene: The following is correct and true to the extent of what I am able to recollect. At 4:21 a.m. I set out for Bangladesh. It was the 14th of December 2004 and the semester was over. I had stayed up through the night, cleaning my dorm room, manically forcing what clothes remained into…

Not too long ago, several months if I am not mistaken (and to be honest, I am hardly ever mistaken!), I read a marvellous quote. I shivered at the brink of an epileptic attack, my lower lip quivered; to say the least, I don’t know how I managed to contain myself! Gad, how fantastic! But…

Just yesterday, tolling bells announced the death of the pope. He had died in the course of the night. The Lord had beckoned, and he faithfully answered. The death not only liberated the pope from his suffering, but also liberated the Church from the predicament it had been forced into, i.e., if the pope were…

An Internet address; everyone has one now. It’s nothing special. I remember shelling out $72 to register my first .com, mind you I already had a ccTLD! And then there were the costs of renewing! It was all a tad expensive, thanks to the monopoly Network Solutions had on the .com and .net at the…