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It was not at all funny when it was all actually happening. I must confess I was adequately warned about it. Some people I know had, had their share of misadventures with it.  In fact, that is what  raised my curiosity. I had to experience it.  You live life only once and I certainly did not want to die ignorant.   I looked up google maps,  made note of directions and walked a couple of miles into alleyways that must have carried years and years of  history and commerce with it.  It was all intriguing and fascinating.  To the eyes the place felt like Bombay for its sheer energy and enterprise.  To the body the place felt like Chennai  for its heat and humidity . To the heart the place felt foreign at the same time it felt like home. Rich, fertile, green mountains that nurtured thousands of species of animals and plants stood in stark contrast to the sprawling urban jungle, that stood tall and high in all that reclaimed lan...

Karuppu-than-enakku-pudhicha-colouru  ( Black is my favourite colour*) It was never a woman thing. Atleast  in the time and place that she grew up.   She never imagined she could do it.  Worst of all she never thought she would need to do it.  It was a do or die situation.  She had lost her job.  Her job in the city which was well  connected  by public transport.  With the meltdown of the financial markets she knew the jobs in the city were hard to come by.  She applied to every job that came her way. She applied to everything far and near. It was when the interview calls came that she felt handicapped. Handicapped,  by lack of her driving skills.  That is when she resolved to learn driving.  Driving lessons did not come cheap.  She scraped through her savings to pay for the driving lessons in the hope that she would land a job somewhere.  It was  not just about the desperation to...

Everything must go The music was loud. The party was in full swing.  He took a long drag on the Cuban cigar that was gifted to him. It was his farewell party . Everyone spoke very highly of him.  They fondly remembered the days when they had all  lived a dream, to be more precise his dream, believed in his vision and had rolled up their sleeves  to build it from the scratch. It was all supposed to be very flattering. Their kind words, their praises and all the fun that they had all had together. But he was too stoned today to register anything that was happening around him.  One by one,  all his old colleagues , friends, aquaintances and business partners shook hands and left the party .  It was now his time to leave.  His time to move on.  They had packed up all his farewell gifts and had arranged for a chauffeur driven limousine to take him home.  It was meant to be a grand send off.  The chauffeur in a spotless white u...

It was all I had, all I’ve ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory. —  Abraham Verghese There is no greater burden than carrying an untold story. —  Maya Angelou *********************** Ah...  the Summer of 2004.  It was a summer like no other. Those were the best days of my life.  ( Sorry Bryan Adams – I had to borrow your words here, but they were mine too...  ) Ah...  the Summer of 2004.  There was always a song on my lips. There were dreams for the future. I saw rainbows in the sky. Literally  and otherwise.    I had arrived fresh off the boat (Actually Air- india boeing 720 ) in Guildford, England. Guildford to me was breathtakingly beautiful .  I had never seen anything like that before. No 2, Freshcliffe house west was a small converted studio apartment where I lived by myself  into what would have been a Victorian house with guest room...

It is in stillness that reflections are best experienced

                           For the seeker who seeks the rays of light can reach amidst the deepest of chaos. July Ultimate blog challenge would feature a picture captured by me during  a reflective moment in the daily grind of life.  

Keeping your mobile phone on the camera mode can come in handy to capture some golden moments when struck in traffic especially behind Trucks. Here are a couple of them.   PLAESE SOUND HORN              C                 U If most truck drivers or those driving behind them especially in highways cannot write or read English, then why do all trucks in this country say  ? PLEASE SOUND HORN HORN OK PLEASE  etc etc etc in English.   HORN OK PLEASE If you thought this was something mandated by the RTO ( which is what I was under the impression) put those doubts to rest. Apparently there is no official stipulation in Indian traffic regulations . No traffic rules in India mandate or suggest the use of such 'slogans' on a vehicle. Yet many vehicles are decorated with the phrase HORN OK PLEASE .  Although there are many theories to the origin of this phrase, here is an intere...