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I managed to get up in the morning today, early enough to get to Panjim archives to dig into some legal documents I happen to need at the moment. I need my grandfather's will! He died in 1921! As I was preparing to sit up in my bed, I saw the compilation of busy bee (Behram Contractor) columns from the '80s. I was tempted to read, as I always am whenever I see clever writing. I began reading. I know that I started reading. What I do not know is when I fell asleep again! When I woke up it was 10 a.m. I rushed, and shaved and put on decent clothes and hit the road. I have no car yet. I have a mo bike, but that is in Pondy. I have to depend on the whims of public transport. The long wait for the city bus put me behind by another twenty minutes or so, but I did reach the bus station from where I was to take the shuttle to Panaji. At 11.00 a.m., the q is huge. I stood in the line for my turn which never came, because I saw that it was 11.44 a.m. By the time, I calculated, I would touch Panaji it would be 12.45 +. That meant I would have to wait for the office bearers to resume work for the afternoon session. That's at 2.00. In Indian it could mean anything from 2 p.m. In Goa, you may expect the officer in q to arrive any moment after 2.25. And then the usual requests, explanations for my intent, and, if the officer turns out to be a helpful, wait till he finds the right file from 1928 register of s! (remember?) My calculations told me that it was not such a good idea to Go today. I called my friend. He suggested I buy some canvas and start painting. A wise piece of advice indeed! I bought some single width affordable obscurity, which I realised, stretches endlessly as you pull it onto your stretcher. But guess what? I HAD SOMETHING DONE today! Goa is great.