Quo Vadis?

With a blog called Quo Vadis, the moment I saw the reminder from Indiblogger I did not have to think far for a subject to blog. The ubiquitous road, that can take one through the entire spectrum of emotions from agony to ecstasy today is worth a blog. Living in a city we are used to the tarred roads black with white lines that aspire to make our journeys smooth but imagine life in places where there are no roads? A decade ago in the university where i studied our hostel was accessed by a red mud road, which during rainy days was best avoided for obvious reasons. What is so interesting about roads, they are singularly the most uninteresting things around, how much interest can a black section of bitumen generate? But imagine the road in colour, multicolour actually. Currently the black and white road is a leveller you may ride a bicycle or a Bentley but on that black and white stretch you are an equal. Unfair actually, why should the two mix? And mix with bullock carts, cattle, mope...

Its been so long since I blogged that I did not even check the date of last post, feeling terribly guilty already. Much water has flown under the bridge since, woman power in full force with Didi and Amma storming to power. Corruption is on every bodys' lips now, so what is new, just that some big heads are rolling but the full effect is yet to happen and I am eagerly awaiting it. On the personal front the long awaited promotion has happened and now, it is time to move on, sadly the job market is so bad it is better to rot here that venture out. My first entrepreneurial step bombed, partly to bad planning, poor execution and extremely bad timing, but I think I have written off the loss and now having been bitten by the urge, have started dreaming of the next step already. I have also got my own piece land in the city all of 400 odd sq ft of it, my share of UDS for a new flat in one remote corner of the city of Chennai in a village few have heard off, frankly I hadn't either til...

Driving past the girls college on Cathedral road in the afternoon, out of habit I looked at the girls in the bus stop and realized that this was not a girls college any more... I asked D in the passenger seat and she agreed that most of those standing looked like ladies and not girls. Rudely said they look old and mature. Some where the freshness of youth was missing what was visible atleast to our eyes were young women mature and old on the threshold of life. I wondered if things were the same when we were in college so many years ago and we believe it was not. Collegians still looked right, in between school and the higher studies or workplace, the problem I believe is deeper. During a carol competition last December many of the school students were unbelievably huge and looked more like post graduates (at the risk of sounding very very rude) than high schoolers, and high school of the Indian type not what is shown on Hollywood movies. I suppose it is the system and the exce...

We are a morally deficient people and it is rare for most of us to deny this outrageous accusation. Just think how many time have we done things that are wrong but our own self serving end justifying the means theory will ensure that we give morals the go by. Sometimes the other self serving declaration every one else does it so why not I also helps. Just think when was the last time we - gave a DIY rent receipt to save tax at the year end? - collected a free be TV or bought stuff at a fair price shop meant for the BPL? - last watched a block buster on CD at home? - jumped a red light or drive down the wrong side? - avoided a bill just to save the VAT and become part of the black money trail? If acts of commission are bad the acts of commission are worse - women are maimed for resisting rape and get thrown of trains - public wealth is blatantly looted by a vested few - public servants demanding bribes for doing their job - shop keepers selling above the MRP blatantly violating law I st...

Hi!!!! Best wishes for the new year 2011. More thoughts on the new year will follow shortly butk this post is just to tell you that the erstwhile domain name of "www.jollyrogersays.com" has expired as the service provider had increased the charges by 400%, so back to blogspot and www.jollyrogerrocks.blogspot.com

Its been so long since I last posted and much has happened since: Trinity has completed a year and she has been constantly amazing us with her antics - she loves shopping and is always running about with a shopping bag, sometimes filling me with a little dread - she loves the songs of Enthiran and I must confess I haven't heard them much and wont be able to make them out (sorry Thalaiva) but my daughter is making up for it, and she is absolutely delighted to hear the songs on TV each time or when the trailer comes on - she amazed the girl who delivered the ironed clothes when she pointed out the bunch of house keys hanging behind a door that were required to open the locked gate (a security hazard no doubt) - she amazed D and I and absolutely sent to us into a tizzy when we made her sit on a chair before a keyboard to rest and she promptly started fooling around with the keys and when I reduced the volume, she turned it back on again. Well these may not amaze you because you may ha...

You wake up at dawn and with half open eyes survey the dim surroundings around, the others on the bed are asleep. You spot a very small space near wife dearest, a space that will never be sufficient but you stumble to that side of the bed and snuggle up to drift into bliss. Suddenly you are awakened by a gentle nudge, you open the eyes a little to see two little teeth peeking out in between a cute pair of lips curled into an impish smile topped off by two sparkling eyes. Your heart is filled with warmth as your now not so little bundle of joy looks at you with adoring puppy dog eyes. She manages to squeeze into that small space between her mum and dad and snuggles off to sleep again. You drift off in the tight embrace to something that is closest to heaven on earth with a contented smile... then you hear the alarm. It is Monday.