Quo Vadis?

Hi! It’s been awhile since I last posted, basically because I was in a training programme that kept me occupied for a couple of days, also there was nothing interesting going on. So I just did not bother to post till now, I’m currently suffering from acute boredom that stems from long periods of lazing around. Well this is actually the most hectic part of the month at work, but as business has been dismal there is very little to do. After long periods of twiddling my thumbs, I decided to write the events of the days gone by. The wedding process is just starting; the first task that confronts us is the buying of the wedding and the engagement sari for D. For those in the know, the engagement is scheduled the day before the D-day. Apparently the sari shopping is a big social event and it entails calling all the close family to get together and go on the mission of sari hunting. Accordingly the big day is fixed on the 18th of this month and our entourage will comprise a minimum of 3 aunts

How do you explain the callous indifference of some people? It was on the night of Deepavali, after a long day at our church (we were having the festival of the patron saint of the church on the same day) I was retiring for the night. It was a thoroughly satisfying and strenuous day so my bed was so inviting and I tried to sleep. My reverie was interrupted by D who called for our customary night call that stretches for an hour on an average; we find enough to talk and  burn the networks and keep Mr. Sunil Bharti Mittal happy on the regular revenues we provide. Coming back to the topic my sleep talk was interrupted by some fireworks that were bright and beautiful. As the curfew of 10 PM was already crossed I thought that these may be the last for the night. I was sadly mistaken as for  the next half an hour I was rudely jolted by the loudest crackers possible, it was already past 11 PM. I was jolted out of my slumber and irritated to the core by this disturbance, I went to the house who

Hi! I was wondering about the sudden writer’s block that seems to have seized me. I had started writing a post on more than 2 occasions only to have scrapped them after a few lines. So this is my third attempt let us see if the third time lucky funda works. I have posted earlier about bad driving and its consequences well the earlier post was more on the negative aspects of it but I have noticed lately that there is also a positive spin-off to this, however on a purely personal front. The indiscipline on the road by a few morons is teaching me patience and self control. Previously, whenever somebody drives rashly or does something that makes my blood boil the immediate reaction from me would be to bad mouth the offender with some choicest terms. My personal favourite roughly translated would mean “customer of death”. My blood boils when I see one of these customers choosing my car to commit hira kiri or something similar. I go into a tirade abusing the offender with do you not have any

Hi, just the other day I happened to see the trailer of yet another talk show on one of the vernacular TV channels. This had a bunch of people divided about the issue of women’s clothing or more specifically the current trend of immodest dressing of women. The trailer was enough for me to change channels and I was fortunate to escape from the slow torture of listening to certain idiots discuss an “earth shattering” topic with the eagerness of monkeys over a bunch of bananas. I do feel that a good talk show that is unbiased, not stage managed and has a good panel of speakers will definitely throw valuable insights into topics of importance and value, and I do watch a notable talk show of a currently famous female TV journalist. Anyway before I wander from the topic on hand this post was inspired by D, who endured through the talk show and chose to update me on the same. So the airtime was devoted to talking about rising hem lines and plunging necklines, but will these people have so muc

Hi! When you go out with your fiancée you would probably go the normal hangouts like coffee shops, cinemas, beach etc. I have been to a few of the above mentioned (the cinema plan kept backfiring every time) and have gone on long drives several times. I must add that these drives will possibly tell a lay observer how I tend to drift at times. Anyway coming back to the current topic, I find that the most eventful hangouts for me are visits to the Doc with her. Now don’t get any funny ideas, it just so happens that my dearly beloved is very fragile physically and some how contrives to injure herself. At this juncture I have to admit her first visit to a bone specialist was necessitated by me, when my attempt to hold her hand lovingly somehow became a painful event that resulted into a swollen ring finger of the left hand. My dearly beloved also has this irritating habit of self medication and postponed visiting the doc till it became a necessity. So started my periodic visits. Oh we bond

I have been a fan of Michael Jackson since my school days, he is definitely the king of pop. During the glory days of thriller and bad, I just used to sing along without much thought as to what was being sung. Years have passed and now recently when I happened to listen to MJ certain words of a song struck a chord in my heart, they go "I'm starting with the man in the mirror, I'm asking him to change his ways, and no message could have been any clearer, if you want to make the world a better place take a look at yourself and make that change..." Very powerful words with a deep meaning, how often we have heard the world is bad etc etc. Not a day will pass until we hear some one complaining about the poor infrastructure, bad roads, cleanliness, pollution, corruption and many of the ills that plague the world around. I think its time to wave a red flag and say STOP right there! It is your right to express you opinion about something that concerns you, but what have you

I am seriously considering publishing my obituary (when I'm still alive) in the leading dailies and see the reactions it causes. A man is truly wealthy if he is sorely missed by atleast 4 people who are not related to him by birth. I want to know how rich I really am. I know for sure that my family will shed tears and they will miss me (hopefully) but I wonder how many of my friends and other neighbours I have truly touched. It is ironical that we save up all the compliments pertaining to a person till the funeral, how many times we have refrained from giving it to the person concerned when he was still there with us. I remember the scene when we had gathered to bid farewell to a cose frien who passed away under very tragic circumstances in the prime of his youth, where I realized what an amazing person he was. It was a truly humbling experience to realize that my friend though not the best of men as per conventinal standards was in fact a true gem among commoners, for he had made