The Moonstruck Mystique...

Yet another weekend round the corner and a lot of people going home. Many cribbing how they couldn't get tickets to go home even on tatkal. I'm not a bus person and I always go home by train (an overnight journey). Inorder to avoid booking tickets on tatkal and paying more, I always book well in advance. Usually, Chinch, my cousin who works in chennai and I go together. Last August as soon as bookings were open, Chinch booked tickets for diwali which was on October 28th, a Tuesday. So we'd leave from here on Friday, take a leave on Monday and leave from home on Tuesday night. WOW. A long four-day break with most of us cousins going home. Thankfully I did not have class outside campus that Friday. In the morning, I packed whatever little i had to. I had a discussion with 2 project students in the afternoon. By 2.30pm it started raining heavily. Even by the time the discussion was over by around 5pm, it hadn't stopped raining. It was flooded in front of the central lib...

Today, I saw the most beautiful rainbow ever ... In all my growing years never such a beautiful one.. I had gone for my math classes at a math institute away from the city on a very ordinary sultry summer 'noon in Chennai. After a couple of hours of class and rather fruitful discussion with my professor, I boarded the bus at 5 in the evening and waited for it to finally budge and give us the badly needed cool air which has but become a rarity these days. If there is something I despise about this city, it is undoubtedly the heat. I don't even know how to explain it! Having been born in Dubai and having lived there for almost two decades, I am supposed to have gotten used to the heat. But Chennai is hot in a different way. I have developed a knack of sweating and dripping even while sitting idle in my room with the fan in max speed, let alone when I go out in the sun. Even having bath four times a day doesn't seem to help! As a friend says, it is having bath that makes you ...

I finally finished reading this book a while back.. I unusually took almost a week to finish this book.. The reason I'd suppose is that I am not used to this kind of a book.. which claims to be a story both intricate and intimate, rich with music,art, humour and emotion. Well, I began reading it to learn the style of the author. In the beginning I found it quite difficult to comprehend much of the musical details as I have absolutely no background in European classical music. I hear that Vikram Seth plays a few instruments himself so that would have helped but he has done a lot of work to make this sound perfect. I persisted with this book as I felt there was probably more to it than only the intricacies of music. And yes, it did. The protagonist was but an ordinary man with conflicting thoughts like yours or mine. Maybe that is why I liked the book afterall. He and the woman he loved met after a decade of separation by when she had started a family of her own. Here again her char...

If you were to ever miss me...Don't feel sad... cuz you atleast have someone to miss... Think of all those unfortunate people who haven't had the pleasure of missing someone... the pleasure of just hoping to be with someone.. the pleasure of knowing that no matter what happens, there is someone who would always be there for you... to make you realize why your life's more precious than you think, to show you what you're worth, to help you face life's every hardship with a smile on your face, to show you the right path when you feel you can't see ahead, to just yell at you if you've done something that both of you know wasn't right, to show you how something good comes off every little incident in life, to laugh with you on the silliest of things, to inspire you to live life to the fullest, to assure you that everything's going to be just fine, to help you discover yourself... to pray for you to care for you to think for you to feel fo...

Having created a profile at a time when the blogging revolution began, I realized that I am neither much of a thinker to put in some wise words in my blog nor a good writer to make it sound good enough...Later having read a lot of blogs which were but simple and genuine thoughts expressed very plainly, I came to realize that even they can be appreciated. Well, not everyone can be the Bard! I had by then decided that I would post my first blog when I came across a very thought-provoking incident or a ecstatic moment. Unfortunately for me, whenever either of these happened, a blog was not what came to mind.I watched 'Kung Fu Panda' only a few days back. As it said in the movie... The secret is that there is no secret.Well, going by just that for now I write my first blog very well knowing that within a few hours I would think that it was a very silly thing to begin with. What held me back from writing for quite sometime now is not the fear I have of disappointing others but the f...

While on a train last weekend, there was an elderly couple discuss some family m atters in M alayalam and on my opposite was a businessman from Delhi talking to a client on the phone in Hindi. There were also a bunch of guys sitting on the upper berth and talking in Telugu. Before the train left, a group of eight people who were daily commuters from Chennai discussing their work in Tamil. WOW. So many people speaking so many different languages! Then as I lay on my berth I could still hear some of them talk and others whisper into their mobile phones. I began wondering about languages. First of all, how many did I know? I knew English for sure as it was my medium of study and the language I majorly spoke. I also did know to speak Malayalam very well for it was my mother tongue and the language I spoke at home. But I can only read and write Malayalam very slowly. Nor can I appreciate Malayalam literature. Then there is Hindi.. my second language. I can read and write in the langu...