So the much vaunted party in town, at Enigma, and I give it a miss. They say farewell parties do not come back. I say bullshit.

Anyways, my reason were totally different. In fact there was a huge, long list, the most straightforward of 'em all was that I had yet to recover from the bout of my dehydration. The rest of 'em are not worth mentioning. Unfortunately, the two plans for Friday, that I was looking forward to, get cancelled as well.

So, now it is on to the Saturday for its plan to work. A nice little dinner at some place in South Mumbai. Simply because a walk by Marine Drive is a must after the dinner. The sore throat may prohibit the 'malai vanilla with mango pieces' at Naturals' but will scoop a teaspoon or two when no-one's looking.

The last two days have been spent in reading up a Steve Martini book - even I had not heard of this author before I randomly pulled this one out - called Double Tap. Good book, but a little abrupt end. Builts up really well, but ends when one would have wanted it to show some more twists and turns. It has been some time since I read a fiction - a non cricket related one - and hence the experience was satisfying. Planning to get a couple more before they give me my degree certificate and throw me out of the college, and lock me up from the huge college library.

Which brings me to a little deviation. There is always a thin line between being an eternal optimist and acting like a pure idiot. Coincidentally, I have been fortunate to hold conversations with either varieties. I have known both for some time now, and the difference between the two is simple, the optimist, apart from being an optimist, has a backup plan for his plan A, lest plan A fails. But he does not lose his optimism with Plan A. The problem with the idiot is that only does he not have a backup, but he also thinks that his plan A can NEVER go wrong, and is totally optimistic about this fact.

Unfortunately, plans also follow Murphy's law of going wrong whenever it has to go wrong. And that is when the difference between the above two varieties of people becomes more apparent.

There is a third variety of people, whom I have already spoken about in some previous posts, but to make a mention of the same, who never think they can ever be wrong. Even after Plans A, B, C...have acted fruitless.

I frankly have no name for such people, and prefer to leave the people alone, in their own well. Frogs are ugly, as it is.