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Thomas Jefferson, my soulcat, along with his siblings Betsy Ross and Tom Cruise, were born to a feral mom on a stormy Fourth of July, 1994, in a cat shelter volunteer's back yard. The volunteer picked up the whole family and took them to the shelter. The mom later ended up on a farm in Wisconsin, and both Betsy and Tom were adopted as kittens. Time went by. No one adopted Thomas Jefferson, so he settled in at the shelter.I am a volunteer at that same shelter and used to help out on weekends. One Sunday afternoon in late November of that same year, I was sitting and doing some serious cat socializing when out of nowhere this pushy, bossy, skinny tan cat jumped up onto my lap and pushed off a couple of drowsy felines whom I had been petting. He demanded a few pats, walked around in circles on my lap, kneaded a bit, then promptly curled up for a snooze.About a half hour later, it was time for me to go home. I gently joggled my thighs so the cat would wake up. He did, stretched mightily, ignored me completely without even a “thank you for your lap” or “it was nice meeting you,” jumped down to the floor, and ran off to a bowl of dry food. Well, okay, I thought.I returned to the shelter the next Sunday afternoon and mentioned to the shelter manager that I was in the market for a black cat that would look great curled up next to my tuxedo cat at home. We found a few black cats that were sleeping in various corners of the no-cage shelter, but none of them plucked at my heart strings.“What about Thomas Jefferson,” Kathy asked. “He's been here for six months and has seen his family get adopted, but no one has chosen him yet.” Kathy proceeded to do her cat-shelter-volunteer spiel, telling me about Thomas’s history and endearing characteristics. “Thomas Jefferson,” she yelled repeatedly. “Thomas Jefferson, where are you?”Sleeping cats awoke and lifted their heads to see who was making such a racket, but no Thomas Jefferson appeared. Kathy and I sat down to discuss my personal needs and wants regarding adopting a cat. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a skinny tan body jumped into my lap, did his circling thing, kneaded a bit, and promptly tucked himself into a furry circle for sleep. I told Kathy that this was repeat behavior from last Sunday. I’d already “met” this very brash cat.“Ah, that’s Thomas Jefferson! And, Carol, I think you have been chosen.”Thomas went home with me that same day, December 4, 1994, and was my constant companion for nearly fifteen years. If I was eating, he wanted to know what it was and usually gave the bowl or plate a few cursory licks after I finished (he’d prefer WHILE I was eating), just so he could think we had shared. His most favoritest treat in the whole world was beef from Arby's. No other beef would do. And if I was reading, he was right there on my lap checking out the title and sniffing the inside of the book. He would sit on the tabletop and intently watch me with wide eyes as I mended clothes or wrote thank-you notes or did crossword puzzles, like this was something he needed to know how to do “just in case.” Part of his job, he felt, was “helping” me in any way he could, so that when I did the crossword or had any paper lying on the table, he would sprawl all over it to be the best paperweight ever. He loved napping in our over-sized velour recliner.Throughout his lifetime, he remained a pushy, bossy, skinny tan cat (probably part Abyssinian) who always has something to “say” about something--and who could jump from chair to cat condo to the top of the computer table in order to walk along the tops of the drapery rods and use his tail to whisk away any cobwebs in the corners.* * * * * * * * * *March 5, 2009Thomas had a good morning this morning. He sat for a while in the window that looks out onto the back yard. An old magnolia tree sits right outside the window, and birds and squirrels are often seen cavorting on its branches. That window was one of Thomas's favorite perches.The sun was warm this morning and flooded the window as it blanketed Thomas. He napped for a couple of hours and then, while I lay on my back on the living room carpet, hunkered down on my chest (as he often does), nose to nose, and gave me a couple of licks on my chin. His fur was like that of a teddy bear--not hair like a regular cat, but thick fur. I rubbed behind his ears and along his cheeks and told him how much I loved him and what a good cat he has been all these years. He closed his eyes in contentment (and agreement). I told him he was going to see the kitty doc-doc in the afternoon and we would find out what was wrong, why he had such trouble breathing, and why he was so tired all the time. He licked my chin again and jumped off my chest. I saw him go into the kitchen and then didn't see him again before I left for work at one o'clock.Around 2:15 p.m., my husband called me from the vet's office. "Thomas has congestive heart failure. He's going to get weaker and weaker, will be sleeping a lot, and his breathing will become more and more labored. It doesn't look good."I was stunned. The past 14-plus years sped through my mind. Would Thomas want to continue to exist mostly just as a wheezing lump curled up on a chair and not being his usual feisty and very active self? I made the snap decision that I am still feeling guilty about to this day. "Tell the vet to put him down. Thomas would hate to be an invalid.""Are you sure?" my husband asked. "The vet might be willing to do more tests.""I'm sure. I don't want him poked and prodded any longer."Thomas crossed the Rainbow Bridge around 2:45 p.m. on March 5, 2009. His body was cremated, and his ashes sit in a little urn at the top of one of the bookcases that he loved to nap in and sit on top of. I've told my family to mix his ashes with mine someday when it's my turn to be cremated. If he's not waiting for me in Heaven, I don't want to go there.Thomas Jefferson was my 1994 Christmas gift to myself (or maybe I was the Christmas gift to him!) and will be in my thoughts every day for the rest of my life.

He's almost like a little kid who plays an adult sport.I am going to conclude few things i came to know about Steve Smith :He is my superman.Like Bradman, Smith is famous for the free-flowing unorthodox of his batting style. "If a 13-year-old kid turned up in the nets and started batting like him," says former Australian cricket team doctor Peter Brukner, "the coach would be immediately saying, 'No, no, no, mate. That'll never work.' " Brukner spent five years attached to the team before retiring last year, and says Smith's virtuosity can be attributed at least partly to an uncomplicated truth: "He just loves batting. He'd happily bat all day, every day."In the practice nets, Smudge, as his fellow cricketers call him, "will bat for as long as there are bowlers to bowl to him", Brukner says. "He was always the first out there, he was always the last to leave. We were always sitting in the team bus: 'Smudge is having another hit, we'll have to wait till he's finished.' It's no coincidence that he was the best player on the team. He worked harder than anyone else."Another thing about Smith: he is ultra competitive. "He's not happy to make 50 runs or even 100 runs – he just never wants to get out," Brukner says. "I mean, he's genuinely devastated when he gets out. Angry with himself. Almost inconsolable."Smith has a head full of match statistics and an inexhaustible appetite for cricket lore. With older players, he has always been respectful and attentive, grateful for any pearls of cricketing wisdom they might impart. He tells in his book of spending hours on tour in the company of NSW and Australia teammate Brad Haddin. "I liked to be a sponge for his knowledge," he writes.According to another former teammate, Ryan Harris, now a Cricket Australia high-performance coach, "Brad would say – and this was obviously tongue-in-cheek – 'I can't get this little bugger out of my room. All he wants to do is talk cricket.' "In 2010, the year he was selected to play for Australia, Smith made an effort to lighten up. "I've been told that I've got to come into the side and be fun," he said to a reporter. "Whether it's telling a joke or something like that, it's to make sure we're all upbeat and ready to go." Dropped in 2011, he returned to the team a couple of years later, at 23, after narrowing his focus, abandoning spin bowling to concentrate on batting. He soon transformed himself into such a valuable player that within a couple of years he was Australia's acting captain, standing in for the injured Michael Clarke. When Clarke retired eight months later, in August 2015, Smith replaced him.Some have questioned whether he was temperamentally equipped for the leadership. "Smith's boyish exterior hides… well, a boyish interior," cricket writer Gideon Haigh observed this year, adding: "Interpersonal relations occur at a pitch he does not quite hear."Coach Geoff Lawson likes Smith but says: "He's almost like a little kid who plays an adult sport." When the Australian captain collapsed in tears at the Sydney media conference after his return from Cape Town, columnist Brett Geeves' sympathy was mixed with concern. "To me, it seemed like watching a 10- or 11-year-old boy who was in trouble," Geeves says.If Smith is less mature than the average 29-year-old, John Inverarity thinks he knows why. When Inverarity was appointed to head the panel that selects the Australian team, he not only had behind him a couple of decades as a top cricketer – he played for Australia and two state teams – but a distinguished career as a teacher and school principal.Now 74, he makes the point that it used to be normal to combine playing cricket with having another job. People worked or studied or did apprenticeships as they battled their way up through the grades in club cricket, then landed spots in state teams and hoped to catch the eye of the national selectors. These days, he says, it's completely different. "Those who are talented are identified at an early age and they get put into squads, go through academies and schools of excellence. And all they know is cricket."In these institutions "everything is done for them", Inverarity adds. "They're told to be at practice at 10am and the balls are out, the coaches are there. They're taken through their warm-up. They don't have to think." No wonder the cricketers produced by this system lack qualities found in most adults, he says. "When everything is done for people, they tend not to develop initiative, resilience, independence."Geoff Lawson, who sometimes talks to young cricketers about his own Test career in the 1980s, says they occasionally ask him what routine he followed the day after a match. Did he have a massage? A session in the pool? They are mystified when he replies that he got up and went to work. "No, no, cricket wasn't our living," he explains to them. "I went to university and became an optometrist to make a living."Lawson was reminded of the advantages of a rounded education when he and Smith spent time together during the last interstate Sheffield Shield competition. Lawson, assistant coach of the NSW Blues, is a crossword enthusiast, and Smith, the team captain, got into the habit of working on puzzles with him. "Steve would have the crossword on the tablet, of course. I'd be scribbling in the newspaper," says Lawson, who was taken aback by how many words were unfamiliar to Smith and other players who joined them. "What I think is standard vocabulary, they've got no idea what it is."Peter Brukner knows from travelling with the Australian team as its doctor that most players spend their evenings watching movies in their hotel rooms. Their knowledge of film is encyclopaedic, he says. "Give them one line of a movie and they'll tell you what the movie was and who was in it." Unfortunately, their erudition seems to end there: "They know cricket and they know movies. Other than that, they know nothing. It's frightening." During foreign tours, Brukner tried to broaden the cricketers' horizons, giving them short weekly talks about the places in which they were playing. Apart from anything else, he hoped to arouse their curiosity. "I just thought, 'These kids go to all these interesting countries and they never see a thing.' If you organised a day trip to the Taj Mahal, they wouldn't go. Bizarre."Smith is actually a keener traveller than most. When he proposed to his girlfriend, Dani Willis, last June, it was on top of the Empire State Building in New York. But during the time he spends in hotels with fellow cricketers – up to 300 days a year, overseas and in Australia – he doesn't get out much. Willis, a commerce-law graduate who usually accompanies Smith on tour, has been quoted as saying that the team once stayed in a Dubai hotel for 22 nights – "and honestly, of those 22 nights, we ate room-service dinner for 20. That's Steve, you know. He likes to bunker down. He likes routine and I get that."In its way, life in the Australian team is just as cocooned and cosseted as in the cricket academies, in the opinion of sports marketer Michael Blucher. "The players are told what to do, what to wear, what to eat, where to be at what time," Blucher says. "They don't have to make too many decisions." They don't have to confront many problems, either. "The greatest calamity, after getting out for a duck or dropping an important catch at first slip, is when they get to a hotel and they can't get on the Wi-Fi."Tony Lewis, the former Cricket NSW manager who organised Smith's brief stint as a kitchen hand, is now chief executive of Tasman Rugby Union in New Zealand. "Professional sportsmen, they live in a bubble," Lewis says. "Sometimes that bubble bursts. And when it does, it's horrible."He will be back soon .A__Learner.

Hmm lets see.. Bangalore accounts for over 4 million working professionals in IT, Healthcare and other arenas who stay here with families or alone. Unfortunately or fortunately I was one among those millions until a few years ago.No life. No fun. No Joy. That is what life was suppose to be. At least most think it is like that. And the result is frustration and dissatisfaction with life.What did I Do?Dropped at Ameoba, gaming paradise a lotOk the unspoken truth time. I’m horrible at Bowling and almost average in Video Games but still I was a regular at Amoeba. Why?Dreams of a perfect strike at bowling or, at least a spare.. and nonstop ogling at the awesome guys hanging out there. Strange fact is, I later on become quite a good at Video games. Amoeba is no more just located Church Street or Garuda Mall. Jayanagr 3rd Block and Phoenix Mall, Meenakshi mall also has one now.Often tried and tested Experimental eatingBeing a global business destination, this city has a place for every kind of taste buds. From German to Korean or Japanese to Mediterranean, Bangalore has restaurant representing nations worldwide.If Korean Kimbap & Kimchi at HaeKumGang, Castle Street or Moroccon Meshwi at Biblos, Indiranagar were what I wanted to indulge on, I simply got it without even needing a Visa or Passport.Want to try something out of the box and not at all regular restaurant like??Carrot Kitchen, Aroi, Chinita, DYU Art Cafe, Harima are among the many multi themed restaurant/Cafe that enthralls you the moment you step in.Who says you only get “Idly Dosa” only in Bangalore?Momos, Shawarma, Katti Rolls are available at every nook and corner. Dwarkanagar behind PESIT or Dayanand Sagar college area or even 500 mtrs around M S Ramaiyya are areas of gastronomical delight without being a dent in your pocket.*Chinita*Carrot Kitchen*Yogisthaan Cafe, Indiranagar*HarimaGreat food and Curious Themes can quench any and every problems.Often went Trekking and CampingOne old world charm about Bangalore is so many trekking sites all around the city. From Savandurga to Antar gange, or Avalabetta to Gundibandi.. Any of this offbeat trail needs 1 to 2 days only off work. Yes just a fraction bit of time is enough to shed a bit of sweat as well as refresh yourself.*GaliboreNisargdham, Talkadu, Yelgiri, Coonnor, Begur, Galibore are among many destinations nearby.*Gundibandi FortThere was a time until last year when night camping and trekking were organised by adventure guides but sadly they aren’t allowed anymore ( Do tell if started again).Wonderla and Innovative film city for the sake of being kid for a day!I know.. I know many netizens may say I’m wrong but still I believe Wonderla is really a good theme park if you compare many others across various big cities in India. Though not as par some of the famous parks of our country but still worth it.Staying overnight at the Wonderla Resort if you have a group is also quiet fun.Innovative film city is located along the Bangalore Mysore expressway and is not a bad option for a day tour. Though complains of ill management is often heard of and comparison to the iconic Ramoji Film City in Hyderabad is always there but it isnt a bad experience. Ripley’s Believe it or Not museum and the Water park are my favorite there. Though some say the Mirror maze, Dino Tour, Boss tour and Haunted House are also not that bad.Half a day of being a kid once in a while is a definite mood energiser for me.I went shopping.Malleswaram 8th cross, Brigade rd, Commercial street etc are heaven for girls. Half of our hormonal overflow and cash outflow happens here. If I was short on Cash, no probs at all. I would window shop all around UB City day dream of those sexy and super cool (super expensive) bags and dresses.I went Quad biking or for a game of PaintballAny rejections and any unrequited love affairs need a bit of tumble in the dirt to get rid of. How about a 15km ride on Hawkeye 400cc while storming up enough dirts to last a day or two at least? Or maybe feel empowered and gutsy as you shoot and kill your great looking(at least sometimes)opponents with paintballs? I was a regular at Dirtmania of Kanakpura Rd. This is a great way to cool all your frustrations down. Believe me. Tried and tested it more often than not.Tried a bit of adventure overdose once in a whileZip-lining at Ramnagaram, Bungee Jumping at Kanteerava Stadium, Fox flying, Parasailing at Devanahalli and Jakkur , Rock climbing at Sharjapur Play Arena and Phoenix city, Raopelling at Turahalli, River rafting at Barapole and Dandeli, Zorbing at Discovery Village do happen even in Bangalore.Aren't these enough to battle those loneliness and boredom?Tried to See the wildlife of Karnataka on the goNagarhole, Bandipur and Madhumalai Sanctuary together forms the Nilgiri Biosphere that is the home to numerous species of animals like tiger, leopard, wild dog, sloth bear, the hyena, spotted deer, sambar, barking deer, four-horned antelope, gaur, wild boar and elephant. Among reptiles, the marsh crocodile, monitor lizard, rock python and several other species are found here. Other mammals includes the common langur, bonnet macaque, jungle cat, slender loris, leopard-cat, civet cat, mongoose, common otter, giant flying squirrel, giant squirrel, porcupine, jackal, mouse-deer, hare and pangolin. Over 250 species of birds are found in this entire belt of the Nilgiri Trail.On drive through the Nagarhole national park, you can easily find foxes, Bisons, Deers and Porcupines casually relaxing on the sides of the road and staring right at at you in your car.On lazy weekends its always Hard Rock café night for meKoshy’s and Hard Rock Cafe has become an identity of Bangalore since mid 2000. Good food, good drinks and good local bands performing some great live numbers. Who doesnt love it?A definite mood changer for me all the time. Follow it with a nice dinner at Koshy’s just 100 ft away. Pork Vindaloo here is to die for.Dance away the nightBest way to curb away all your unsatisfied thoughts and frustration is to just dress up and and dance till you are tired to the bones. The psychedelic trance of Pebble to theme parties of No Limit Lounge.. Options are many to pick from.*Pebble, JaynagarYes, slightly on the pricier end but once in a few months isnt a bad idea if you really want to decompress,Often took Random Book tourFor all the nerds and book lovers like me, Bangalore is definitely a great place. Higginbottham, Blossom, Sapna Book House, Bookworm, Goobes, Atta Galata, Crosswords, Select Bookstore are each a different experience in itself. People who don't ever read books, comes to these places and fall in love with them.Blossoms still stands tall and thrives well inspite of the massive Online and digital invention while bookstores keeps shutting down.Select Book Store on MG rd is still run by the 90 yr old K N S Murthy.The history of these bookstores are only surviving because of the booklovers which sadly is diminishing a lot. Though many newbies often comes back after being enthralled by the history, still a lot more effort is yet needed to keep these places alive and running.*Blossoms*Atta Galata, KormanglaMe and my scooty on the HighwaysBangalore may be stuck in traffic and dirt all the time but the national highways flying out of the city are amazing for a night drive or a bike trip. Nice Rd, Kolar Expressway, Tumkur Highway are all quiet fun to drive at night.Since my UG days were spent in Kolar District, I know how understated this district is as a tourist spot. From Chintamani, Kaigal, Kotilingeshwara, Kolar Gold Field, to Avani, Antarganga and Budikota… there is a lot to see in this Bangalore adjacent district that many have no idea about.The one and only CCD serving Kolar Expressway is located on a picturistiq backdrop. Watching late night live sports match on the large screen while sipping coffee with your friend is an awesome memory, During big time late night matches, you will find this CCD jam packed with Engineering, Medical and Dental students of the district Govt College here.I saw MS Dhoni and company lift the World Cup right in this cafe.*Kolar Expressway's iconic CCD.*Nice RdSimply watched the last show at Rex and spent half the night looking at the crowds of Brigade and MG Rd.On a weekend, a tummy spa at Corner House gulping a tub of “Death By chocolate” at Corner House , MG Rd and then drop for a last show of a movie at Rex followed by a full dinner at Paramount is my ultimate go to choice every time. The crowds are complex mix of various categories that are fun to observe and think about.Brigade Rd in itself is an entirely different world.. but late at night on weekends its all a completely 360degree opposite.. Dark, Bold and Slightly on the dangerous edge.Not an option if you are alone.*The best sellers of Corner House Franchise.Cheer and enjoy Illegal Bike racing and stunts.Street Racing is Illegal. But if you ever get a chance to see these death loving guys doing stunts , do see. The modifications on the bikes are just awe worthy and just stunningly expensive too.Many believe after Mumbai, it is Bangalore that hosts some real death defying Bike Racing. I won't support it but.. they are really something mind numbing to watch live in action..Always tried out Random experimentsOne place I loved and went to was Chikpet Sunday Market. To me that place is equivalent to going on treasure hunt. Second hand goods and stuffs are sold on both side of the street. In my 12 yrs I bought a small whirlpool mini fridge, 2cupboards, an used bajaj grinder, a induction cooktop of no name and even an empty 5ltr gas cylinder (at 100INR!!) Among many other odd stuffs. Believe me it was worth it. In fact the mixer grinder and fridge still works.*Sunday Market, ChikpetChor Bazaar nearby also is a nice stomping ground for mobile phones. I bought a second hand waterproof Sony headgear and it lasted 6yrs before finally dieing.Bengaluru may be really harsh or even irritating and tiring sometimes but there is lots to do and see here and yet not be bored or remain unsatisfied..I haven't even told about Bull Temple or Lalbagh or Cubbon Park, Avenue rd, Meenakshi temple, Endless number of malls etc..Each turns and each one ways has something new to offer.. Be it something to eat or something to see..You will be surprised at number of workshops and classes held in the city from Pottery and Clay art to Shooting and Archery or Drama and Mime Acts to Woodwork and Hackathons.Siri, Alexa and Google Assistant might not always know these facts.. If you really want to know, Step out of your assumptions and find out. You will be surprised!*Cubbon Park*City Market flower market*the emblem of Bengaluru MTRThis mega city might be the next silicon valley but it still has a lot of beautiful old world charms that blends perfectly with the new tech culture.After 12 yrs of testing and experimenting one or the other activities every once in a while made me see this city in a new light every time..Believe me .. There is something for one and all in this city..Yes, the list of changes in this city is endless. I have seen them with my own eyes..I saw the demolition of Plaza Theatre to make way for the current M.G Rd metro station.I have seen the Airport shift from Indira Nagar to DevanahalliI saw new extensions like CV Raman Nagar and Domlur that was never was a part of the old city. The only thing that existed outside Bangalore then was the Madivala MarketI saw how CTR changed to Shree SagarThe taste of the Caramel Pudding at the first ever branch of Corner House, Airlines Hotel is no more the same in spite of over 20 branches all over the city.Coffee House loosing its charm after relocating from its iconic location at MG rdYes there was a lake once upon a time at Malleshwaram too and a big one.Still, the city keeps trying on and on to remember and retain a bit of its old and nostalgic identity..It isn't as bad as many may think. If you step out of your door, you will know that amidst the disappearing treeline and growing concrete jungles, the city is still trying hard to retain a bit of its own true beauty.Its “Namma Bengaluru” after all..Happy reading!!!This answer is a modified rendition of a recently collapsed answer by me. Debaleena Chowdhury's answer to What does unsatisfied women in Bangalore do?If nothing else works for you and you are an ardent Quora reader.. why not attend the meetups[1]. They are awesome fun says all.Footnotes[1] Junto Meetup Bangalore