Imagine a basketball arena filled with people. More than 14000 people. That's how many die in this world - every single day - due to tobacco! I am living in a country with 250 million smokers, helping me shorten my life, minute by minute. Thanks, But No Thanks!
Aaaah October 2 - I was ecstatic about the ban. It was finally time to stub out the cigarettes, clamp down on this insensateness! It's almost been a fortnight. I still see them. The monsters are lurking around - See them a hundred times as often as I see people spitting and urinating in public. This (already) widely flouted law will remain the most amazing Diwali gift to the law makers and 'keepers'!
The little voice in my head taunts me - "Enforcement. Hah! That's something you have never heard of. But then, dream on!" The Monster continues to kill. Passively. Anguishingly.
Thursday, 16 October 2008
Saturday, 9 August 2008
Holding the Mic
Work to MIC. The transition is still on.
From air-conditioned cabs to ever-rattling town buses, from 5 figure salaries to haggling for 5 Rupees. Kingfisher Airlines to Durgamba Travels, buffet breakfast spreads to bread masala in the press-cart, plush cubicles to back benches, impulsive shopping sprees to shoe-string budgets, meetings to chai breaks, video-conferencing rooms to the college common room, from who’s who at work to campus love stories, work targets to assignment deadlines, induction and training to interaction with the seniors, Airtel Postpaid to Vodafone Prepaid, from the hustle and bustle of Hyderabad to the peaceful almost rehab-like silence of Manipal.
The rush to the library a day before the assignment deadline, tagging along to the college mess, never-ending card games in the common room, sweet buns, Mangalore tiles, Udupi Adlabs multiplex trips – All I can say is – Mmm.. Lovin’ it!
From air-conditioned cabs to ever-rattling town buses, from 5 figure salaries to haggling for 5 Rupees. Kingfisher Airlines to Durgamba Travels, buffet breakfast spreads to bread masala in the press-cart, plush cubicles to back benches, impulsive shopping sprees to shoe-string budgets, meetings to chai breaks, video-conferencing rooms to the college common room, from who’s who at work to campus love stories, work targets to assignment deadlines, induction and training to interaction with the seniors, Airtel Postpaid to Vodafone Prepaid, from the hustle and bustle of Hyderabad to the peaceful almost rehab-like silence of Manipal.
The rush to the library a day before the assignment deadline, tagging along to the college mess, never-ending card games in the common room, sweet buns, Mangalore tiles, Udupi Adlabs multiplex trips – All I can say is – Mmm.. Lovin’ it!
Thursday, 10 July 2008
And it strikes!
I was booking the ticket to Blore this morning. When I chose the 'One-way' option, instead of the default 'Round Trip' option, it struck me that there's no coming back. Atleast not for a while.
The replies to the Goodbye email, scheduled lunches, planning for the weekend 5 days in advance! Movies, Pot-lucks, Coffees, Sweet-Nothings. Sorting, Throwing, Giving away, Packing. Calling the Movers, Airlines, and everybody else. Chaos. Ah... there's more to come.
So Long, Google.
The replies to the Goodbye email, scheduled lunches, planning for the weekend 5 days in advance! Movies, Pot-lucks, Coffees, Sweet-Nothings. Sorting, Throwing, Giving away, Packing. Calling the Movers, Airlines, and everybody else. Chaos. Ah... there's more to come.
So Long, Google.
Saturday, 14 June 2008
One of These Things First
I'm in love with Nick Drake's voice. It's so pure, and my heart feels like a feather when I listen to him in the early-morning hours. I'm listening to his song One of These Things First. It seems witty in a very strange manner, so detached. It goes like this:
I could have been a sailor
Could have been a cook
A real live lover
Could have been a book
I could have been a signpost (I can pull of being one quite easily ;)
Could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle
Steady as a rock
I could be
Here and now
I would be, I should be
But how?
I could have been
One of these things first
You must try singing along...it's a lot of fun :) And oh... I almost forgot the most important thing - You can listen to the song here. Happy Listening!
I could have been a sailor
Could have been a cook
A real live lover
Could have been a book
I could have been a signpost (I can pull of being one quite easily ;)
Could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle
Steady as a rock
I could be
Here and now
I would be, I should be
But how?
I could have been
One of these things first
You must try singing along...it's a lot of fun :) And oh... I almost forgot the most important thing - You can listen to the song here. Happy Listening!
Thursday, 15 May 2008
Divided Loyalty
I did not belong to a political party and intend to move to another one. And no, I am not deciding between Dark Chocolate ice cream and the Litchee flavoured one. I like exaggerating, but not that much.
My heart is torn between two teams in the Indian Premier League. My life is divided between Chennai and Kolkata - so is my loyalty. I love rosogulla and shingara, as much as I relish my crisp dosa and onion sambhar. I enjoy my cha and I still need my filter kaapi. I am as nostalgic about Judges Court Road in Alipore, as I am about Besant Nagar in Adyar. Is it the Kolkata Knight Riders or is it the Chennai Super Kings?
Chennai Super Kings lost so badly to the Mumbai Indians yesterday. I was terribly disappointed, but then I saw a peaceful means for revenge. Kolkata will bash up the Mumbai team in tomorrow's game. Muahahaha! [Evil Grin]
Gosh... I am trying to create some sort of relationship between the Knight Riders and the Super Kings, instead of reaching a conclusion. I am really dreading a day - 3 days from now - May 18th, 2008. The day when my two teams clash again - when my heart will be torn into two innings. And oh.. did I already mention that I like exaggerating?
My heart is torn between two teams in the Indian Premier League. My life is divided between Chennai and Kolkata - so is my loyalty. I love rosogulla and shingara, as much as I relish my crisp dosa and onion sambhar. I enjoy my cha and I still need my filter kaapi. I am as nostalgic about Judges Court Road in Alipore, as I am about Besant Nagar in Adyar. Is it the Kolkata Knight Riders or is it the Chennai Super Kings?
Chennai Super Kings lost so badly to the Mumbai Indians yesterday. I was terribly disappointed, but then I saw a peaceful means for revenge. Kolkata will bash up the Mumbai team in tomorrow's game. Muahahaha! [Evil Grin]
Gosh... I am trying to create some sort of relationship between the Knight Riders and the Super Kings, instead of reaching a conclusion. I am really dreading a day - 3 days from now - May 18th, 2008. The day when my two teams clash again - when my heart will be torn into two innings. And oh.. did I already mention that I like exaggerating?
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