Quo Vadis?

A year ago I had posted this: http://jollyrogerrocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/miracles-happen-miracle-happened-last.html Today I write about another miracle that happened on similar lines. Those of you living in TN or in the capital Chennai will know the effects of the depression off the coast the last two days. It was pouring cats, dogs, monkeys, donkeys, partridges… er I think you got the general idea. It was pouring so much that it looked like we would have a wet Christmas. Yesterday was the day when my gang planned to go Carol singing, despite the fact that a minority of us had to report to work today. Anyway the showers were so heavy that the roads were flooded and many houses had the electricity supply suspended to avoid electrocution mishaps. Things looked very bleak with a few parents pulling their kids out of the carol rounds citing the inclement weather. Gamely we went ahead with faith in God and the experiences of the years past. We were sufficiently shielded from the elements w

Had been to a wedding last Friday. It was a mixed Hindu wedding with a Bengali groom and a Tamil bride. So with high expectations of good food, D and I went for the wedding. The auspicious time or muhurat was between 5PM and 7 PM a novelty by itself as it is customary that people get married in the early hours of the day after having a reception the previous evening. I have always found this puzzling, why have a reception when the couple are yet unwed? Whatever be the reason weddings here are so boring it ends up becoming a chore unless you are actually getting wedded when you have no escape. Here it is a simple meet, greet, eat, beat (it) process where the anxious guests sit on tenterhooks waiting for the usually delayed arrival of the couple. People growing up on a diet of weddings from the Rajshri stable or from the many never- ending “saas bahu” soaps may have different ideas of weddings. But the reality here is harsh. Weddings seem have a big disconnect and very often there is no

It’s been awhile since I last posted. Lately it’s been those days when life has been standardized to a robotic routine. Wake up late, hit the washroom, gobble your food and dash to work, run around town hopelessly looking for business, routine boss blasting and boss bashing, meals in between and back home rather late after squeezing in a few choir practices or some extracurricular activity before a late crash into bed. Days pass by with such monotony that weekends and weekdays have blurred into insignificance as on my last sat off my boss hauled me out of home and sent me to office simply because he was bored and had nothing else to do. With Christmas around the corner add more activities to the list a night mass and carol concert to be prepared for, (one big concert in Fort St. George was successfully completed last night to a tumultuous applause) carol rounds looming ahead (scary since we end our rounds late and work beckons the next day), shopping, more shopping, decoration etc etc.