Hazar Khwahishein Aisi....

I just checked - it was there, in crystal clear font. Not a round number. Not even an even number. To my finicky, fastidious mind, it seemed out of place, that ODD number. I dislike odd numbers, generally. Even while listening to songs on my radio, for instance, sub-consciously my hand reaches out to set the volume at 16 or 18 or 20. Never at 17 or 19.... sometimes, I "compromise" and allow a 15 or a 25 (Jim Morrison and/or Bruce Springsteen don't sound right, at lower volumes, you know?!)

So, there it was. The number 1003. Clearly past the millenium - I wish I had caught it in that EXACT moment when it had touched and paused at 1000. 

I'm not the excitable type - too many years of practising the "stiff upper lip", what, eh, old chap has kind of made me less than a suitable husband to my ever enthusiastic spouse, less than a suitable colleague to a group of young, energetic and excitable teamsters... but, on occasion I do allow myself a quiet smile. 

In the 11 months that I've been here, blogging, my blog statistics overview page tells me that today 1003 page visits have been recorded thus far.... poor you! I promise to continue to haunt, harass, hector and harangue you for some time more :)

Run, before it is too late. But let it never be said I did not warn....