Well I began my Urdu lessons today. And guess who's my teacher?
1. Javed Akhtar
2. President Musharraf
3. The local butcher

Yes,it was easy wasn't it...the local butcher.

He's a nice guy, a pathan from Bihar. Now what's the deal here. Certainly not free home delivery of the choicest part of leg or fresh liver. It's just that this guy teaches me urdu(the script) and I teach him spoken English.

So today he taught me alif, be, pe(this character is not found in Arabic, and so I asked Alam bhai(my teacher) as to how an arab would say 'paisa' and Alam Bhai said he would just write it in another way maybe riyal or dinar or something...I dunno), te,se,jim,che,he and khe.

Good start, what do you say? I taught him Good Morning, Evening,....the works of greetings. What I liked in Alam Bhai was his interest to learn new stuff. He really wants to get out of the business of murdering chicken. He applied for a position in Air India but they wanted somebody who could speak English.

I hope I could be of help to him.

Well on the work front, I am busy writing code for the Interface Manager package of Alt Nav radio Tuning. I think I'll send some stuff today to Cindiele to have a look at. I don't want the guys at Ft. La. to be rewriting my code later. If it's screwed up now, I better know right now!

And yes, the gym thing is going on well too. It's been 4 days now..I didn't think I'd last so long. Smitha wakes up at 0600 hrs. sharp and races to the gym. I wake up at 0630 and 0700 it's time with Alam Bhai the 0800 I go to the gym and am back around 0915. B&B(Bath & Breakfast) and then the 1012 bus to the office. What a day!!