Tuesday, November 29, 2011

21 Days

     16000 Kms. 2 Countries, 4 States. 21 Days. And it all comes to one question - Why this kolaveri, kolaveri di?
     It feels so good to read the newspapers again. Watch Television and listen to the radio. And get back to Facebook :). I've had my biggest break in service in the last 5 years. In fact, I stayed away from Facebook for 3 days flat (Another record). The only thing that I've been consistently doing is smiling & posing for photographs. Yeah! Yeah! We are happily married. Every time I see a flash of lighten, my lips widen and the teeth peek out. I can imagine doing it in my sleep as well. At times, it scares me. Most times.
     My itinerary went from Bangalore-Kerala-Bangalore-Jaipur-Delhi-Bangkok-Delhi-Bangalore. The weather was a great sport throughout the trip and although I wanted to see the crocodiles floating around in Bangkok, it never happened. Though feeding a baby tiger milk from a bottle compensated for it. Partly.
     And at the end of it, I get to hear a song that could have only been penned by the likes of Lewis Carroll or Santosh Pandit or Harishankar. My guess is that most people wouldn't recognise the first name. Because, he's never been on youtube.
     Back to Messrs Dhanush & Co; Thank you for brutally raping my favourite language beyond recognition. And getting 10 million viewers to watch it. In fact, Sneha had heard only Rahman's set of songs handpicked by me. Till this point. And now she starts off with, 
"...distance la moon-u moon-u 
moon-u  color-u  white-u
white background night-u nigth-u
night-u color-u black-u..."

this song for soup boys-u 
we dont have choice-u 
why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di 
why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di
 P.S - On a serious note though, I've had a wonderful 21 days. Half of it at home, and the rest away. Btw, My new definition of home has been reiterated as "my home" + "Sneha's home" + "our home". And the last couple of days have been spent on setting up "our home." We're almost done, but the invites for lunch and dinner aren't out yet. So Shhh.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Le temps

“Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.”
     5 am. A cool, breezy November morning. The rain clouds seem to meander as the fresh smell of earth tingles my nasal senses.
     As I enter the bus, the soft Hindu devotional music soothes my spirits. Perhaps a far cry from the metal that had kept me on my toes a week back. The conductor hands out the ticket to me, a warmth in his tone. He enquires about the whereabouts of my trip, hardly probing, plain courtesy. He is dressed in the attire of a pilgrim, preparing for the annual trip to a holy abode like a million others. His hard earned money spent for a couple of minutes at God's residence before he gets pushed away with the crowd.
     Every passenger is greeted with an air of recognition. Most of them are seasoned travelers, repeating the every day grind. He hands back the change as I type this out. Surely, I look out of sorts with my hooded jacket and a baseball cap on my knee (no, not my knee cap).
     Am I from Bangalore? A software engineer? I nod in affirmative. Explaining my exact job role wouldn't matter to him. He might perhaps go and tell his kids that he met a software engineer, a dream he envisions for his children.