Contemplations of a Rambler..!

Return of the monsoon

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 09:17:00 +0000

The dance, the battle continued…

The Mahabarata, apart from the Bhagvad Gita, the 18 day war and the history of India, in my eyes is importantly a natural phenomena, showcased as a battle between Sun and the Storm. Karna (son of Surya)representing Sun and Arjuna (Son of Indra) representing Storm. The Storm emerging victorious after the long battle at the end of the day. The storm or Arjuna was also quoted and mentioned as ‘symbol of fertility’. Similar to rain being the agent bringing fertility to earth.

In a book Sakvithi Ravana (first published in 1988) Ahubudhu says that Ravana reigned over Sri Lanka from 2554 to 2517 BC. He quotes Ravanavaliya to say that Ravana belonged to the "Sun race" as Ra signifies the sun and vana signifies generation.

If that is the case, we can take the logic one step ahead and call Rama as again the Storm, Ravana as Sun and Sita being the Earth, The abduction resulting in a parched earth or bereaved Sita. And the Storm/Rain/Rama freeing her and making her fertile.

In India, the ‘North-east monsoon’ or ‘Retreating monsoon’ brings such Storm and rain over the Sun with thunder and lightning.

The monsoon returns with such pomp of beautiful evenings with fireworks and prompted me to write this following piece of prose. I started it as a poem, but soon it became a prose.

Twilight came to an abrupt end as the November sun made way. The war broke out yet once again, Sun and Storm, the usual rivals.. Wind acted like a tormenting weapon, unleashing the wrath far and wide. The Lightning splashed magic changing every droplet into a pearl. Water became arrows of fire and the Earth danced to its tune. Its a union of sorts, She became fertile by his fury, getting ready to bloom. Sun had lost the long battle, saying adieu, he embarked. The earth was storm’s, to be devoured, to be rampaged, to be loved, to be owned. The Earth held him from behind, her clutches running deep. Her sparkling eyes were the stage, and his gaze set the rhythm.

The dance, the battle continued…

-S

What do I do..?!?

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Mon, 26 Sep 2011 15:21:00 +0000

I am 25 years and 6 months old..! What has that got to do with anything..? You may ask.!

I don’t seem to be my real age. I know it feels a bit on the line of bragging. But its not, No, no don’t get me wrong. I absolutely love the fact that I look younger. However, what is insulting is sudden questioning from strangers. Well I have taken insults.

So, yesterday, I met a probable ~12year old at the Tracks where I do my morning runs. He was warm and friendly and I extended the same rapport. So we had some casual talk. Towards the end, after my stretches and all, I was getting off to home. A final round of conversation occurred as follows, (I guess he wanted to know about me only towards the end).

Boy: So, What are you studying…?

{That is a usual question, I should say, thinking that I might be doing my UG}

Me: I am done studying, my kid.

Boy: Oh, So are you in College..??

{Oops..!! blow, I seriously doubt whether he thought I was in High school.}

Me: Well, NO!, all that is over too..!!

Boy: Oh, So are you working..??

{I was like, may be a yes to any of the question from him will end the questionnaire.}

Me: Yea {A quick one}

Boy: Oh! where..?

(Ding.! I didn’t wanna lie then..)

Me: Well, I am actually looking for a job..!!

Boy: Oh..Ok!

I was actually laughing towards the end of it and he ran away from there waving goodbye. Sigh,

-S

P.S: Three weeks before, I was under serious scrutiny whether I was old enough for marriage..! Damn, those old people.

P.S 2: Well. I am still in a dream after my beautiful “Monsoon wedding” to write anything about it , well that dream is over when I met that boy..!

Memories

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Wed, 21 Sep 2011 16:47:00 +0000

“So subtle, yet so powerful,

so past, yet so present,

so vague, yet so distinct,

so delicate, yet so intense,

so evident, yet so elusive…”

Memories are strange… It is one of the concepts in metaphysical reality or lets call it a metaphysical quality which creates ‘a priori’.

I write this blog or any blog post recollecting from my memories ‘bit by bit’, ‘piece by piece’.. slowly and steadily from the fragments of information collected and existing in my brain.

In between my imagination, memory and sometimes déjà vu like state, somewhere in the time warp, I also exist.

Well, reminds me of a Ramana Maharishi quote

“Of all the thoughts that rise in the mind, the thought 'I' is the first thought.”

I wonder where does that picture in an eccentric’s head, on a chemically imbalanced head, on an Amnesia patient’s head.

Let’s spread the word about how fragile our memory is…

World Alzheimer’s day is on September 21.

-S

End of 8 months.

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Wed, 31 Aug 2011 10:47:00 +0000

Distance to go for 2011kms: ~1443kms

Monthly average required: ~361kms

Daily avg. required: 11.61kms

Distance run: ~557kms (343miles)

Well, My dismal performance continues..

Read my tragic story of August in This Post.

In 4 days, I am going to get married. So, the distance will only plummet from there on. Hopefully not.

I am not going to change my target further down and humiliate me further. So I will rather gracefully accept defeat on the 31st of Dec.(Well not without a fight for sure.)

Even now, the average requirement is 11k (around 7miles.)

Once I start scaling huge mileage in terms of marathon distances, I can bring that down. Let us see how the eventful September is going to go. I have got one more evening in August. Well, I am going to run..!! Hell yeah..

Bye bye world.. See you next time..

Wish me “Happy married ‘running’ life”

-San

Sinus.. How I killed it..

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Tue, 23 Aug 2011 05:37:00 +0000

In the first week of august, I went on a 8day Road trip, the posts about those are under the label Travelogues. The interesting part was that I came back rich obviously with experiences, pictures, nostalgia with friends, great food and last but not the least a sinus infection. This post is a development from there.

It was the first ever sinus infection in my life. I have heard about it in BVB, Friends who had longer lasting sinus. Sounding from their nostrils, I had no idea of the difficulty until it struck me. It sucks, believe me. So, after 3 days, I couldn’t stand it any longer, I went to an ENT specialist, he prescribed 4 medicines(an assortment of tablets and capsules, Dolo is the only one I recognized and I can recall) and a nasal spray. I was groggy, drowsy and to add up, was also sterile to even jerk off. I hate medicines. Enough said.

So, after ~3 days of administered medicine and a total of 6 days of struggle with sinus, it was not going out of my way and may be just got worse. I was impatient, tempered that I couldn’t get out and run. . So, came the natural-organic way of treatment.

Only 3 stuff was required for me to get alright and get going.(I was doing 1 & 3 earlier too though..)

Hot water for steaming
Saline water for nasal injection
Lots of fluids in your body.

It doesn’t matter what you put in the hot water for steaming, there are assortments of stuff(Turmeric, Vicks, Basil, eucalyptus etc.) you can put. However the hero is the saline water, it was told by my dad which I didn’t give my ear until then.

All you need is to suck in the saline water inside and spray it into your nose inserting the end through the nostril. It will give way to all the clogged up garbage up from your face. Do it for two days and I was like a jumping jack. It threw away all the garbage, I was surprised myself. But, But, But let me remind you that you need to have gallons of fluid inside your body to facilitate a fast recovery.

I hope it helps someone just like it did for me.

Though, during the infection, I could blog quite a lot resulting in about half a dozen blogs , my reading and running got hit, as reading made my head hurt. But during the later stage, I got my reading groove back. Also, this increased reading was somehow helping me go into a cocoon. Shutting out the world. .

Well, my running has also resumed but my muscles were weakened so it was in dire straits. But its picking up like a horse with horns. . Buhaha.. <Maniacal laugh>

-San

A simple Independence-day pledge..!!

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Sun, 14 Aug 2011 15:18:00 +0000

No claims of how developed we are.
No cynicism of how much he we have to march forward.
No blaming system or politicians.
No criticism on our media.
No hatred towards our neighbors.
No making of Tricolor as Facebook picture
No watching movies like Border or likewise
No clamor for death penalty for Kasab
No more lengthy blogs on what independence means..!
A simple message through the following pic.

Thanks.

Well.. The hero strikes back..

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Wed, 10 Aug 2011 12:47:00 +0000

Read the last post about the beginning of “HERO’'

“Heroes are out there to ward of evil, heroes are out there to teach us something, heroes are out there to set example. “

-These lines are more suited to movies like Singham. Well, this post is about what to do “When you involve in a small car accident in rural India””

The aftermath of a small car accident in India is generally UGLY, there is this huge rancor of shouts, cursing, cussing and very often these utter profanity will lead to physical handling. There is no shortage of onlookers during these times.. Well, I have seen innocent people in an accident scene getting beaten by these idiotic onlookers.

The case is very similar in Rural India, whether you have hit a dog, a goat, a chicken, let alone a human being. Mostly, the blame is on the costly car, (times when I think Ayn Rand is right), Well, anyways my first advice to you all is to drive safe, there is absolutely no substitute to that. However, just in case, if you land up in a skirmish, the following paragraphs might save you.

So, we (ME, Naveen and Bala) left Chennai to a small village named Pappireddipatti, We were beyond Jolarpet and moving towards Tirupattur, It was afternoon and we had plans for lunch at his estate with organic chicken dishes and Biriyani cooked by Naveen’s mom, then in few seconds a Tata Ace crossed white line and passed in a flicker dangerously close and it struck us and went. We had no clue of what happened, so we parked the car and were checking out the damage.

-->Remember it was a big SUV, and it had a fancy Registration number from the neighboring state of Kerala.

<~Drama starts~>

Two guys(A and B aged ~30) came in a motorbike and said to us “Just don’t say anything, we will handle this”, almost on their tail, another motorbike came, with 3 men on it. Apparently, the driver of the ‘Tata ace’ was among them. Since it was rural, the crowd swelling up was limited, Meanwhile, the verbal war was on. The 2 guys were talking for us, and the other 3 on opp. side. For the first five minutes, We 3 had no clue as what was happening, We thought, the ‘Tata Ace’ might have hit the motorbike or something, the verbal war started to move to profanities. One guy from the opp. side had his blood boiling and wanted to settle everything with his tongue. So our Hero interrupted and was like “let’s go to the police station and talk it over there”. The Ace driver was making frantic phone calls and was mentioning that he had an accident and he is hurt.(Over the phone, it would sound totally different) Soon after, Naveen left with those 2guys (A &B) to Tirupattur police station, Me and Bala stood outside our locked SUV. More bikes started coming in, probably due to phone calls and the Tata ace had also arrived. We had an idea of reality by then.

The side mirror of both the vehicles had a collision, the SUV had a swiveling mirror so, it was intact without the slightest scratch, the Tata Ace’s side mirror broke as it was solid and the glass pieces from the mirror hit the driver without hurting him.

Soon, the bunch of ~10guys who had come was talking to us, we(Me and Bala) told them, “this is what happened and the verbal war was getting worse and we didn’t want any trouble, also that people will try to blame the expensive vehicle and especially with a different state registration, so that is why we went to the police station.” The bunch of people replied, that we had gone to the wrong police station, as it was in the limits of Jolarpet and not Tirupattur, and that they had no problem or complaints and they all left also adding that A &B might be fraudulent people and they are on your side to get some money. They fled from the scene after that.{As far as I think, they(opp.side left thinking that they are not going to reap any easy money from us}

Now, me and Bala were in a fix, since Naveen was in Police station, and we had no business staying there, we made a call to Naveen and asked him to get out of there and that the whole “situation” in here got dissolved. We left the scene too, and Naveen informed us that the moment we had called, the Police station at Tirupattur was going to inform Jolarpet. And he stopped the police and came out of the station and thanked A&B.

It was an incident of no consequence yet there was so much confusion.

There were people (Tata Ace and gang) trying to make some easy money.

A verbal onslaught with those rural people will only result in you getting badly beaten (3 lean youngsters)

Go to a police station when you start sensing rot and make sure that you tell the police that the opposing people were badly behaving and you need protection.

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The day before, we were saying no to bribe to a policeman and today we went for their help. Actually, it’s not that we are against policemen, It is the rotten few which disgraces the entire police lot.

Wait a minute, Wait a minute, may be there is some big rot in the Police department in our country.

The Telegraph link

Seems like 5 died and 100s fainted during running a 10K race, they had to complete only in 90 minutes, I finish 10K in 45minutes. Sheesh..!! Disgrace, next time when in trouble with Police, I am gonna run. I say.

Anyways, I went dog hungry to Naveen’s place with our 45 minutes of entertainment and let me tell you, Me turning out to be a total vegetarian just got slowed down.

Thank you aunty.

-San

What can an individual do..?

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Wed, 10 Aug 2011 08:03:00 +0000

[This post is dedicated to my Hero, Naveen Kumar.]

Well, in terms of corruption, every Indian seems to act helpless. It is the system which is faulty is their common cry.? Another common cry includes what can I as an Individual do , Well, listen this, you can say “NO”.

Yes, You can say NO to “bribe”..!

Me and five of my friends were driving in my brother’s costly SUV(which adorns a fancy Reg number) through the busy traffic in Chennai. I had no clue about the routes in the huge city, but still it was me who was driving. NK was the navigator. We took a left turn during green signal at a busy junction coming down a fly-over. There was a service road on the side of a fly-over, So we had to muscle our way, only to find that it was a dead-end. So we took a U-turn and took another left to the Main road. While we were taking the turn, there was a police constable on duty as a traffic police waving us to stop on the side.

We were like “What the hell”, as there was no sign banning “Free left”. Three of us got out of the car Me, NK and one more guy. He was alone and was playing ‘good cop-bad cop’ all by himself. He demanded my license which I duly gave, and was mentioning that we broke signal and the fine is ₹1500. We were plain doing “Poor kids drama”,

Sir, leave us sir, We are just kids were the basic tone of our language, Finally he asked us to sit in the car and gave me back my license. He then went to Navigator side and asked Naveen a sum of ₹100 as bribe.

Naveen replied him in his characteristic style “இதுக்கெல்லாம் நாங்க துணை போரதில்லே”

Which roughly translates as , We don’t go along those ideals.

It was like a slap on his face, he left us straight away and we drove away. However, everyone in that car was jolted and awestruck. It was a display of heroism for us. It is definitely not the first time someone objected bribe. But for us it had the element of South Indian Heroism. A Punch dialogue delivered against a bureaucratic villain.

This was a case where we hadn’t even done a single move against law. If you break law, pay the fine. But, still don’t pay the bribe. May be I should stick to saying, Don’t break laws and don’t pay bribes.

-Santhosh K Ramachandran.

[P.S: I thought of including one more incident of Naveen’s Heroism, but it might take away this one’s charm.Well next post!]

Funny pics on the Journey..

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 06:13:00 +0000

Continue from the last 3 posts [1] [2] [3], Well you don’t exactly need to read those 3 to enjoy this one..!!

I am just going to post some random funny pics from the trip..

This was shot at Tirupattur, Tamilnadu, I get what they meant by ‘Both room. It obviously meant they have a separate room for transgender fellas. Right?

But, seriously, why are the models, Asian?? Am confused.!

The next one is close to Jolarpettai on our journey from Chennai to back home.

Thanks to the awesome roads we have. But here is the testimony of true friendship.. This trio of friends stood united in the way they lost their slippers. I just envy their camaraderie. Similar stance, Similar slippers and Similar disbelief.. Sigh..!!
Ok, the typo jokes in India are very common, but I hate typos..!! So, One more from my side, this one is from a Bumper message on a Bus.

Well, someone has to “teach” him some English..!!!

There is going to be one more post.. It is going to be serious as well thought provoking.. My best experience in the whole trip..!!

Temples and what else more food

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 03:01:00 +0000

Continue from the last 2 posts [1] [2]

Once we left Rajapalayam, we had decided to go to few old temples on our way. And I wad damn sure that we were visiting old temples and not the 20th century or even Iskcon era temples. Our stop came too soon as we stopped at Srivilliputhur Andal kovil. The temple chariot was getting ready for a ceremony(Adi Puram) which was scheduled for the next day or so. the Famous tiered tower which is also the emblem of Tamilnadu was getting a renovation so was covered by coconut leaves. . But what we got was some great Palgova which is the dessert delicacy from there.

Our next stop was at Pillayarpatty, where the Lord Ganesha was first idolized some 2500years ago. Apparently, it is a two handed form which is existing only here and one more place. The so called other place no one would guess is Afghanistan. My assumption that it would have been lost under some tyrannical rule in Af was erased by Google as it said its some where in Kabul. Well ‘God(whichever) bless Afghanistan’.

But Mumbaikers… Eat that..!!

After that, we left to two more temples, one at Kundrakudi (of Vaidyanathan fame )and one at Koviloor.

Once we were done with that, we reached Chettinadu( The land of Chettiars). It was a strange place, not Karaikudi, the famous village among Chettinadu, but the rest of 96 villages that made up the so called Chettinadu. Famous to the outside world for its spicy and awesome cuisine. I was present there to taste it personally at a home. Thanks to “the Rebel” for that, I am sure he would say ‘no worries’, but Thank you anyways.

So, we reached Chettinadu, where mansions spread all along a street, where courtyards inside homes are long enough to play cricket, where the timber(teak) was imported from Burma, where the men were known to be Business men like Gujjus, where the name of place evokes water in the mouth. Well am in Chettinadu.

All the above statements are true. You knew that already, didn’t you?

~~~ My Chariot in front of the Chettinadu Palace ~~~

That night was spent in one of those huge mansions with Burmese teak and solid huge marble pillars for company. I also had the fun of bathing in a bored well with a rope bucket. The night was made legendary by the Chettinadu food of course. Thanks to Rebel’s grand dads, his aunt and his ever cheerful uncle. The Chamanthi was one of the best you could ever have. (For starters, Chamanthi is a ground/grated mix of ingredients including Onion, coconut, garlic, cilantro, chili, salt etc.) Nowadays, the Chamanthi is always prepared in a mixer. But earlier it used to be prepared in a flat hard rugged granite, grounding is done by a cylinder like granite stone on top of the flat rock. It is called Ammi kallu in Malayalam and Tamil. The taste differs for sure. I can vouch on that. So, all you mixie generation kids, ON your FACE. Did I tell you that we slept royally that night on the, on the [sic] floor..!

The next morning, we had the Paniyaram, all these times, what I was having in the name of Paniyaram was just some other thing. This was the real S%&t.(Oh, Paniyaram is a steamed batter of rice powder similar to idly, but tastes different, just so you know.) After having those Vegetarian delicacies from Chettinadu, we left to the Metro giant called Chennai after visiting a bonus temple in Chettinadu.

The rest later..

~~ Key to one of those VAULTS~~~ {Evil Laugh}

Thus the journey began..!

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Sun, 07 Aug 2011 15:50:00 +0000

[I am not gonna add any cool pics of my travel, they don’t belong here anymore..!]

Well, the trip was supposed to be a no time limit kind of trip to meet friends and visit places. So, the companion for the first leg was “The Rebel” a.k.a The untitled. It didn’t start well of for the Rebel undergoing 3 mishaps in 24hours,

1)He was supposed to come to Palakkad in an airbus from Bangalore and meet up in Ottapalam, But, he thought the last stop was Palakkad and stayed on the bus, as it moved on towards Kochi. Finally after frantic phone calls, he got down at Angamaly, close to 2 hours from my place.

Then I drove towards him and met him at Chalakudy, and we went to a waterfalls close by and had our lunch at Allepey beach, Yummy Homemade chapatti and Sautéed onion masala. We were thinking about staying somewhere in Allepey for the night and leaving for Rajapalayam next morning after catching some glimpse of the backwaters. We gave a call to Sai for suggestions and here we go, he was in Allepey and not in Chennai. He dragged us to his place in Changanachery to his sweet place.

Next morning, I had the best Kappa in my whole life, homemade Kappa is a delicacy in Kerala, but is never cooked at my home, so I loved it.. Mmmmm. We left Changanachery after the breakfast and Sai’s dad giving us a detailed route to Rajapalayam. Then Mishap-2 happened.

2) The Rebel forgot his phone at Sai’s place only to be realized after we drove some good 30kms in some mediocre road. We lost good 1hour. Sigh.

We went back and got it (against my wishes, ofc) and we drove to Rajapalayam, it was getting late and my strict food schedule had my hunger level rise to intolerable. We stopped at a small roadside stall and Rebel bought some Bananas to feed my hungry tummy. It turned out to be mishap 3.

3) The bananas weren’t ripe. I still ate it and cursed him, all the while we drove to Rajapalayam crossing the western Ghats climbing over it to reach the western part of the Ghats. Yes we are in Tamilnadu now.

I hardly knew that a wonderful meal of Pasta and Poori awaited me, Traditionally I am not a Pasta person, I haven’t liked Pasta ever in my life. But that was the best Pasta I ever had, not because of hunger. It honestly was really good.

After that we went chasing black panther in the lower part of Western Ghats, but unfortunately we didn’t spot him but only monsoon clouds hovering over the Ghats and some wild Rabbit. Sheesh. They were cute nevertheless. We finally went to a ranch like place close to the Ghats, we relaxed in the pool and called it the day by sleeping like a dog at Raja’s place..

Next morning treated us with the best Kesari I’ve ever had in my life. Period. Aunty. Kudos. If I could compare, the Kesari, it would only fall short behind Tiramisu in terms of yumminess. Mmmm. I was so fascinated by it, Aunty packed it for us for the rest of the travel, [so much for the hungry traveler.]

Thus the journey began with some great Food and some great mishap.. next one will have some more food and some religion..!!!

Road trip, Well a mini one – a prologue

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Sat, 06 Aug 2011 15:11:00 +0000

Well, from last Saturday, I went on a mini road trip. To write about a week full of fun in a single blog is an injustice to cosmos. So this post will act as a prologue..!!!

So total time span of the trip: 8days & 7 nights, (that sounds like a tour program)

Money spent on boarding: ₹ 0.

Maximum money spent: Diesel, Toll fees.

Minor accidents: 2

States been: 3

Nights spent on A/C: 4

Nights spent on floor: 1.5

Nights spent on Palace: 1

Fun: ∞

Will be back soon with some funny pics..!

Meenooty ka dabba

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Fri, 22 Jul 2011 12:32:00 +0000

I have a niece, Lakshmi. We all call her Meenooty (short for Meenakshi kutty). She is ~7 years old. She is adorable, but more than that she is irritating to the core. So irritating that I fight with her everyday, But, people usually tend to forget it because of her sweet looks.

When she was a baby, she used to be my world, whenever I come home for my short visits, she used to be the sweetest thing at out home. She is still sweet, but she started using her charms for her own means. Shedding croc tears for every thing under sky. I literally fight with her everyday now. Well, I can be irritating and intolerable too. And wants the world to work my way, and sometimes I sigh looking at her thinking about the pain I might have caused due to my Meenooty[adamant] nature.

Well, enough prologue, to get to the core. Yesterday, I ordered “Stanley ka dabba”, a movie by Amol gupte, The director of “Taare Zameen par” fame on Tata sky (a DTH service). The movie was going to start at 8pm. It collided with Meenooty’s Mr.Bean on Pogo. After a small skirmish and persuasions from her mom, she relented. And we 3, Me, Meenooty and her mom started watching the movie.

It is a bitter sweet story that revolves around a 4th grade boy[Stanley] who works at a hotel in the night, and goes to school in the day. It is his story. His hunger, his small wishes, his naughtiness. He drinks just water during lunch time, his background is not revealed till the very end. He lies to his friends about his background. Once his friends find out that he skips meals, they form a gang and starts sharing lunch with Stanley. The villain, a Hindi teacher called by kids as Khadoos who is also gluttonous eats on Students’ and other teachers’ meal boxes. He hates Stanley and one fine day prevents Stanley to enter the school unless he brings his own dabba (meal box).

That is the basic plot, [you can watch what happens on your own]. It is told in a non preaching, sweet way. The [sic] Stanley appears to me as a lotus. Appearing as a bright thing among his surroundings of filth rising above like a flower unscathed. A bright boy who wants to be loved and appreciated. The movie may not make you cry. But, it is a feel good movie driving us nicely into the boy’s beautiful but tumultuous world. It is depicted in a much better way than “Taare Zameen par”. Because, you can actually easily relate as one song suggests, There is a Stanley inside each of us.

We 3 finished the movie, with Meenooty too enjoying it, though she got disturbed here and there and even wanted to change the movie. Also, her eye got teary at one occasion. As for me, I was glad that she watched the movie. A girl who has everything at her disposal!

As a matter of fact I didn’t know what I wanted her to gain from the movie. But, was glad that she watched it and was able to see a different child’s life. About how lucky she might be in her own life. Enough said, We all went to sleep soon after the movie.

Next morning. I didn’t see her going to the school. But I was told by her mom that she cried in her bed in the night for a long time. I don’t know what touched her. I don’t know what moved her. I don’t know whether she learned anything. But, when I heard that she cried, it reminded me that after all she is just a small girl with a very sweet heart.

And inside me. a childish Meenooty was present, and she wept too..!!!

A small timeline.

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Wed, 20 Jul 2011 11:08:00 +0000

“I don’t know where it all began. I never knew that I would be a half hippie, write blogs, start a Facebook page, click pictures, write about conservations, change career paths, run marathon distances, etc etc. Such is life. That is for sure.”

My life began when I turned 14.

I went for my first nature camping deep in woods as part of WWF team in 2000, I became President of Interact Club in 2001, { I part of Interact club canvased for oral Polio vaccination in Ottapalam bus stand(Most satisfying day), I cleaned Railway tracks at Ottapalam station (After which, I quit throwing trash away) , collected clothes for Orissa Flood relief and Gujarat Earthquake relief in 2001-02}, I traveled umpteen miles in a motorcycle during my college years 2006-08, I went to United states in August 2008, I visited the first national park in Sept 2008, I got lost in the woods in Tetons on 4th of July 2010, I ran my first Running race(10k) in July of 2010, I started volunteering 1 activity every month since June 2010, I did the Bridger Ridge run(More satisfying than my MS.) in August 2010, I hit the road on February 2011 for a 55 day road trip, I started the Facebook page Fragile prints in May 2011, I started the Wordpress photo-blog in July 2011. I got Freshly Pressed recognition on the second day of my blogging.

That final recognition inspired me to write this self reminiscing blog about myself. So that I can feel good, So that I can feel inspired, so that I have an ego boost, So that I can smile and strive to achieve more.

Thank you world..!

Links: http://fragileprints.wordpress.com/

P.S: I love Wordpress, But won’t shift this blog to WP, . I am a sentimental fool.

Half year round up :(

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 06:41:00 +0000

Well, Its more than half a year… Well, I am way short of target to such a level that I am going to cite excuses (How I hate excuses.!)

To begin with, it itself was a very tough target to begin with, unless I am a seasoned ultra runner (which I am not). But, still I could have made if every other factor was on my side. Now to get to the point, I am changing the target to 2011kms which already looks quite hard and impossible. But I am going to work on it.

Past excuses: (Approx. time lost in brackets)

Sprained ligament in right calf. (1 week)
knee injury and IT band sprain due to Snowboarding ( ~read pt5)
Shoulder Injury due to Snowboarding (one week)
Snowboarding (18days)
Road trip (50days, note: Road trip was not for 50days)
Latitude shift (3days)
Tn trip (4 days)

Future Excuses:

Marriage (Dunno how many days that is gonna consume)

Right now Miles run: 257miles.

Counting my performance, I won’t even reach 500miles. That is way too lame.

Did I run today: NO

1249.5miles = 2011kms

Miles to cover for 2011 kms: 992.5 miles

Average distance to run rest of the year: 992.5/169 =5.8miles.

In the beginning of the year, to get 2011miles, it was just 5.5 miles everyday. Now its even worse. Lets see, how far will I go?

What do you think?

<500miles,

~500miles

~750miles

~1000miles

1249.5miles??????

-Lazy Runner.

Mad Wolf in the city..

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Thu, 14 Jul 2011 05:00:00 +0000

Total Rambling, an old post, wrote Early March 2011, I felt incomplete at that time and didn’t publish. But when I read it today, it had a charm of its own. So felt like posting it. Read at your own risk!

Last time when I was in California in 2010, I was definitely a different person. I did not have an idea of what I was going to do with my post graduate degree or whether I wanted to stay in academia? in U.S. It was a turbulent time. I also used to eat meat, I was not against big cities, not against fast food chains. The book Omnivore’s dilemma was the beginning of my change. I should say. The book which ‘actually’ made me a “green man” to my friends and hopefully and subsequently a pseudo hippie.

I still vividly remember, one morning on my way to Hollywood, late morning, I was hungry and we had battery issue in the car. It was a funny situation and my last day in LA, and I was hungry after the fast. We sorted out the battery issue and we just got some random breakfast from McDonalds. Before that day also I was against fast food joints just terming it as unhealthy, but in a not so informed way. That day, McDonalds saved me from hunger panic and I should say it even earned some kind of respect from my side. I wondered sitting in the car, finishing the chocolate milk about the amount of hungry people they have fed. Hungry stomachs they have taken care of. I let it settle in and thought about blogging in favor of all the fast food joints in the monstrous cities.

Anyways, the book changed lot of it, I was transiting from for- to anti-. I was having this constant inner turmoil of values, morals and ideals. I just didn’t to stick on to one dogma. I had arguments with everyone standing on both sides. Few blamed me as a nay sayer. However, I knew I was not, I also had a clear picture of what I was doing. I was looking for clarity. The clarity of thought of something which is ‘right’ and ‘useful’. Those two terms get themselves into loggerheads sometimes, that is when the FUN starts. The loggerhead situation is actually momentary, until both gets aligned on one side of argument.

For example, McD is useful, was useful for me as I mentioned. It is not good or right, as it is not exactly healthy. It is also not exactly healthy for economy, for employment, but it somehow manages the small term problem, like hunger, it starts or is part of a huge vicious circle of rich-poor divide, unemployment, migration, un sustainable agriculture, pollution, blah blah blee blee.. end of the world. Yes, McDonalds is the reason for end of the world. I said it. So, is McD useful? Yes and No.

The post is not about that, but about city. It created the situation. One of the great thinkers in the world E.O Wilson said at a disussion at MSU, that the solution for the Human virus(not exactly his words) is to settle in small sustainable towns. The size of 30,000 to 100,000 people should be just fine. Those small town communities are friendly, more educated, low carbon impact, more recycling, low carbon footprint. etc etc. , So go visit your co-op. Buy local stuff, buy seasonal fruits and veggies. For all the pepperoni I love, quit it. Else, at least know where your meat is from.

Am I getting preachy? Well, Argue if I am wrong, I don’t mind changing my stance. Again, the arguments for cities are as scattered as the McDs in the town. The highly evolved living being called ‘city’ in anthropomorphic language has a charm on its own. The material life it exudes, the bitchy attitude it showcases. But when you dig deeper, Just like any other woman, there is depth(pun intended), the history, the ethereal beauty, the art galleries, the sidewalks, the minions bustling around. The appreciation of beauty, love and awe The cries of damsels for the fallen hero. Well, these days everyone wants to see a hero fall. But the beauty is so contagious that you just get sucked into it. I was in Santa Monica boulevard. The sidewalks, the little shops that will sell you stuff without paying tax. The gypsy singers, the newbie artists bursting with thousand times more talent than Draco Malfoy. Oops, not Malfoy, his look alike Justin bieber, I meant. Anyways, I was sucked in. Probably that is why I came here twice. I am part of this mega structure even though momentarily. What would I do If I stay here? Am I a virus? Will I kill it? I would love to change it, all the time, not due to my OCD, but just to see what I can do to it, how much I can do to it. Change, embrace it.

The breeze is heavenly. The music is alluring. Women are pretty.

LA, just like women in my life, I love you in a tangy way.

Window washing–A reminisce.

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Thu, 14 Jul 2011 04:14:00 +0000

Its spring, the air is chilly, the sleep is not yet out. The thin air still holds lot of water from the rain. The grass is green and lively to the eyes which is used to the white and dead snow. I wake up, I have my quick breakfast and here I go. In the 1st year, on a bicycle, and by walking in the second year.

The moist campus is all wet. Tom is waiting outside. Clock just turned seven. Inside the shack and there it is, the warmth. Hot water and a short 5 minute nap are all so coveted.

“Let’s go guys”

The phrase everyone imitates, sometimes ridiculed, mostly hated..

We walk out, it may be windy, chilly or both. Doesn’t matter, Here we are, mechanically taking out the ladders, then the extension ladders, the glass cleaners, sponges, paper towels, the five or six long hoses, the tuckers and finally the black box which the black sheep gets to carry.

On we are, in the van and the truck, roaming around campus. For the job we hate, the company we love. The windows we clean. We are the window washers.

Sometimes, there are anti- Govt graffiti, loads of bird poop, impossibly high windows. but mostly its fun. As soon as we unload the stuff, the assignment of work is always fun. On that day, who gets to do tuckering, who is with Ivo, who got the shitty job etcetera, who gets to be far from Tom, who gets the shade, who goes inside on bad weather, and who gets the beautiful Montana sun on a sunny day. It all get decided there though its subject to change.

Something we all know is the location of rest rooms in each of the building this wide campus houses. It is very useful even when you are not part of the crew and just on the move from one part of the campus to the other. Also, we all know where the water fountains are, where the vending machines are and where the microwaves are. This is true to all the floors in all the buildings..

It is an awesome job, I will definitely miss. You wake up early, you eat light, you drink tons of water, you are in sun, you get paid. I have seen so many envious people who wanted to trade jobs with us. You get fit like hell, you lose your chubbiness, You are all brawny now. I got my six pack window washing (not just that, coz not all who window wash has siz packs. <giggle>). The good part, its over mid day, then you can run, play soccer, have beer, and in the end sleep really really really well. Like a baby, literally like a baby. Without dreams or disturbances.

I started writing the draft in the spring, its summer now. A very selfish part of me is glad that there is no window washing this year. A job I miss, I have written twice over the kind of company and conversations I enjoy in that blue collar job. It taught me a lot of things. I will possibly never enjoy a job like that. The physically intense job has lots of little nuance which I will never get back. There are few other reasons which I enjoyed the job. Well some other time.
Adios…!

Desert hallucinations..!

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Tue, 12 Jul 2011 13:58:00 +0000

Desert is a funny place. Full of ironies.

I wrote a postcard with some of my own quotes and never sent it to the person intended. Just like mountains, canyons and valleys, desert intrigues. Well, I ask, is ‘plains’ the only feature which isn’t intriguing? I dunno, Midwest? Any body wanna invite me? That reminds me, in this blog 2 years ago, I had called myself a Midwesterner. I thought People living in the west of middle of the continent is a Midwesterner. Turns out, Americans messed up that too along with usage of miles, ounces and pounds. Well, at least they call it Central these days. Enough rambling. Move on. BTW, Miles, pounds and ounces are not wrong you moron. OK! Chillax.

Fun fact: In Detroit, when you look south, you can see Canada. The only city in Lower 48.

The road, As I drove through Mojave desert, It reminds me of my childhood. When I was Anakin before I went to the “dark side”. Well, in this birth I feel like, I am still driving my “ pod racer ”,through arches, rocks, in between cacti and chasing down bad guys. It is total star wars here. OH! Moments when I don’t seem to miss my Big Daddy.

The Wind, Yes, I feel like it is talking to me, the sad part, I don’t talk wind. Hmmm, Buck, Help please…! But seriously, when the wind forecast is of 60-70mph, all I can do to is to look for big rocks to hide and small rocks to keep my tent tarp put.

The Rocks, It has got those crevices, which seem to go on and on. It is like a different planet. It is like a black hole. It is like a cozy little house which I along with my cousins used to make. between plastic water tanks in the stockyard of our hardware store.

Rango..! well, Johny Depp. Period.

Rated content, 18+

When I eat too much spinach, the poop is green. What happens when I eat too much carrots, Will it be red..? I hope not. I will know pretty soon though.

Meanwhile in the sky, Wait, is that a UFO, na, FLight 131 from LA to Salt Lake. My ass.

End of Ramblings.

P.S: This is an old post, written mid march-2011. Published today.!

Sancharam(The Journey)- a simple love story..!

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Tue, 12 Jul 2011 09:56:00 +0000

I grew up watching tragedy movies in Malayalam, rather, I grew up loving those tragedy movies.. It was an era which was called as the Golden age of Malayalam Cinema. It indeed was.

I always recall a trio of movies by Priyadarshan Thalavattom, Chitram and Vandanam. All starring Mohanlal, and being tragedies. Thalavattom is loosely based on “one who flew over the cuckoo's nest”. A matter which I didn’t until I saw the Hollywood classic of my fave Jack Nicholson. I remember childhood nights where I try to change the script. My dad gave an explanation to the little boy in me that Directors want to make tragedies so that everyone will remember it forever citing Romeo and Juliet as example.

I grew up from those movies watching it again and again for its beautiful humor, awesome background score, and a melancholy so sweet that it will steal away your sleep. I matured and I watched movies by my all time favorite director Padmarajan. His movies, Thoovanathumbikal, Nammukku paarkan munthiri-thoppukal, Sarvakalasala and Njan gandharvan, had the tragic line again, but in varying degree in a manner of tickling human sense. Thoovanathumbikal (Dragonflies in the Spraying Rain) is easily my all time favorite movie. First three movies has subtle nuances of everyday life, portraying a human capabilty to overcome certain situations and likewise.

I grew up and always try to look for essence of these movies (a trait, similar to looking for your dad/mom in your spouse!) and either voraciously appreciate it or criticize movies based on my take on it. For that, I have been more often ridiculed for my taste in movies. As I got really choosy over time.

I started liking tragedy movies in Tamil once I started watching those, another aspect is that, I care to watch those again and again. I went on watching more indie movies in English and liking it more often. Note that, I am not going for tragedy movies, but good movies which happen to have tragedies.

I’ve written about three movies prior to this(LINK). This one is about Sancharam, I am not going into details of how beautiful the cinematography or art direction is. Not even how awesome the acting is. But that it is just a simple love story, everything is clichéd or common place in it, just that it happens to be a love story between two women. It was released in 2004, never got a chance to watch it. Had always liked the theme song(not featured in the movie) composed by Avial. Finally I watched it..

Even though, it is between two women, anybody who were oppressed based on societal norms, anybody who has ever rebelled can relate to this movie. The reactions of the two main characters are also very clichéd, one who wants to keep fighting till death, one who is succumbing to it. It is not a portrayal of a man and woman, {pause} it is a portrayal of two individuals hammered by slightly different moral codes and hammered to a different degree.

The two individuals had a different degree of understanding of what was happening to each other and themselves. I am not blaming the antagonists in the movie, then I will be doing the same mistake they did. They have a different level of understanding of the situation as well, but one’s understanding should not be used to gauge other’s actions. That is where the antagonists have erred.

It is a simple portrayal. But the undertone is more evident as it portrays as a static society, a repulsion towards change. These are not easily evident in Romeo-Juliet kind of love story. As the ‘pain’ and ‘depth of love’ are the central themes.

It is not about individuality or modern ideals. It is not about philosophizing what is right and wrong. However, it is about acceptance required by each individual who is hell bent on repressing and want to have a say on some one else’s life based on their own moral code.

On what moral code?!

Each of us may be victim, Since there is no absolute for everyone at all times. But I think, there can be an absolute for each one at a single point of time which forces us to make a choice.

I’ve compiled a playlist if you are interested to watch the movie.

Sancharam playlist on Youtube..!

Running among other things in a whole different Latitude.

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 08:32:00 +0000

Let me compare and contrast, the two small towns with around 50,000 people, oh! No, not how developed Bozo is and how third world Otp is but some small nuances, some insignificant small details and thoughts which creep into my mind when I run.. Yes, when I run in Ottapalam.

Bozeman lies north of 45^olatitude with an elevation of more than 4,000feet in a valley ‘surrounded’ by mountains. Whereas, Ottapalam lies at meager 170 odd feet with at just over 10^onorth of equator with golden beaches just over 35 miles to the west and “sub-continental dividesque” Western Ghats to the east.

Ok! Shut up! enough Geography. Well, I am writing after a while, I gotta blurt out some facts(read truth) before I can ramble. So that the readers tend to believe both!

So, the first thing that comes to mind is the humidity. Bozeman is dry as hell, it is good as well as bad for the skin, it easily cures rashes and bruises, no flies and insects are interested in you. If you are not hydrated, it will kill your skin, it will kill your intestine and soon all the internal organs. So, you gotta stay hydrated.

In Ottapalam, it is humid, humid as hell. so, the skin might be all hunky dory, but bruises take longer, and insects will feast on you. Oh my god, somebody save me from these ants and mosquitoes (NRI cribs, ). But most importantly, you sweat, you sweat profusely. you sweat liters of sweat. You wear cotton and run. And then you know why Cotton is called killer cotton. But for me, no matter what clothing I wear, I get sweaty like a white boy. One day, I was running and wore a sleeveless cotton, I had to take it off and dry it.. Phew. Here also, you have to stay hydrated. You lose more water sweating than peeing. All my pee here is yellow.

After humidity, its temperature, when Bozeman weather gods are calm, there is no better place to run, you don’t sweat, the breeze and temperature is right and you can run and run and run. But, sometimes you have to dress right, a full sleeve, a head gear, may be thermal pants. But its nice even with all those once you’ve made peace with the elevation.

In Otp, The temperature during monsoon months Low: 23C ~75F, High:34C, I have to pick up the lowest possible temperature to run, I wake up at 5:30 to run at the lowest possible temperature. Today, I skipped running because I woke up at 6:20am, because the temperatures would have already crossed 25C. I wouldn’t believe that if I were in Bozo. Well, I am getting acquainted to running in Tropics. It is definitely better than running in Florida and Texas for sure.

Then the only fragrance you get in Bozeman is of a single fragrant violet flower, the name I can’t recall, all the rest of the flowers are great to look at, but no smell. Unless I am running in the track, and there is all this different perfume creeping into my nose from those ladies. No complaints, but I prefer fresh mountain air outside.

The fragrance in Ottapalam is all varied, sometimes I get the smell of “Chembakam”, I don’t know its English name. Then sometimes from the fish market, did I say, the sea is close by. then the worst is those Men’s cologne from those “Walking club” men’s. Complaints!

I can run freely in Bozeman, apart from being scared of Bears, in Ottapalam, if I have to run outside, I have to be scared of dogs, yes unclaimed, unsafe street dogs, well that is common through out this great nation. I am not sure, how the stand off between Govt, Blue cross and civil society and PETA is in this regard. But, my current ignorant and incomplete knowledge grants me to consider it a nuisance.

Lastly, all I can say is that, I am much lazier in Ottapalam than in Bozo. Probably due to the food I eat, I guess, I can faster, longer and farther when I feed myself. Mom, no offence. But you do spoil me. Not exactly for good.

I started writing this 4 days back, I got sick and no running for last 4 days. Looking forward to get that straight. Also, need to write a half year review of my 2011 miles. Currently. I am in great shape to gather as many miles as possible. If only. If only.. Well later, Let me publish at least something.

Me and My ‘irrational’ Running Fears..!!!

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Fri, 10 Jun 2011 21:48:00 +0000

I run, it is when I most feel free. The purity of human motion is in its finest form then, Hmmm, may be after dance. Well, I suck at dance, so running takes the cake for me..!

However, Whenever I run, I am in fact running away or into something. Running away from may be pain, pot belly, troubles, thoughts and so on, Running into bliss, melting, to achieve Runner’s high or may be Nirvana . The trouble is whenever I run in Bozeman with my imagination running wild, certain fears( few irrational) creep into my mind. This rambling is about those fears..!

Let me enumerate, Number one fear, when it starts hailing, OMG! Hailstorms are deadly here, with hails reaching Golf ball sizes. I freak out whenever it starts, One time, I sprinted back into home like Usain Bolt, On another occasion, I freaked and stood next to a home’s porch. Luckily, even though I got hit, I wasn’t hurt...

Check out the pic, with that kind of damage, who would want to go outside.

Another time, it was a mid summer, and there came thunderstorms . It was dark and cloudy when I started from home, But Who cares? I got miles to go, After 2 miles, the lighting started striking, first one was bad, close by and very bright and the thunder followed immediately and it was deafening, With the belief that “Lightning doesn’t strike twice”, I kept running, after 100 yards, it struck again, even more crazily, I almost pissed on my pants, it was raining too, I started showing my for a ride, I got lucky that it was Bozeman, and I got into a truck and hitchhiked back to safety. Thank you Bozo. . That was my scariest run. After that storm, the sky gave a beautiful Rainbow , did I mention who my love is…?

Next in the line, is with animal encounters! while running on trails, I am always scared of Bears or running into a moose, A black bear was sighted in the town’s neighborhood as well, I was running a block away from it that day. Haven’t had a close encounter yet, But it pops into my mind, every time I hit a trail.

Another encounter was in fact today, it was early morning, and it was South 3rd ave, close to Highland Blvd, where mountain lion sightings had occurred last summer, I saw a cat on the side walk some 20 feet away from me. I freaked out, thought it was a bobcat or Mt Lion, a huge cat with cream color and some Black stripe and pointed ear. It took me few seconds and a purry sitting from the kitty to regain my composure. I hate cats. Well I am a Bobcat. GO Cats..!

Other fears include, getting run over by a truck, slipping off a cliff, getting slipped on ice on sidewalks. I have run only in 4states in here, Montana is my fave, Well California being a close second (Beaches and Dolphins). But, the most fearful runs have all been in Bozeman, MT.

-S

P.S: I haven’t forgotten my 2011 miles, will post soon..!

My other car is a hiking boot and a running shoe and well sandals too..

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Wed, 01 Jun 2011 04:27:00 +0000

Well, My tryst with Honey bee was interesting. If you aren’t aware, honey bee is what someone named my Civic. And, the tryst is over.

“With a rusty exhaust, body full of dents(hail), she connected with me, she sometimes even commanded me, she always cruised, but mostly she carried me and my love to the sunset”

That was corny, well, that is what happens when you take a break from blogging. Too much talking and a bit of reading did the trick . Lot is happening in my life AGAIN, and that is also the reason for sudden adios to the bee. My dad and mom thinks it is a scrap load. And the truth is that it costs less than what my spender bro pays for his obnoxious ‘Numbers’. But I was content and cozy in that green being.

I have slept in it on and off driving, both flat and sitting. I have wandered in it, done scandalous stuff in it, lost in it, lived in it and what the heck, I’ve even peed in it.

Hmmm, of all the things, I have made good use of it. I’ve adorned it with bumper stickers and Buddha; mud and mucus, garlands and gadgets..! It has traveled over the most of Rockies, crossed continental divide numerous times. Climbed 10,000 feet.. Phew. touch wood or may be steel.

With the manual gear, She never was a gas guzzler, she was my ‘go green’ embodiment. But also, I have revved it up giving shots of adrenaline both to the bee and the beast..!!! Well, almost.

A deep deep sigh..!!! Why do all good things come to an end..?? Hmmm, its ok.. You still have the shoes with you.. Run, Green man, Run..

“She may be old, she may be a bit blind, she may be a communist, she may be manual.. But she is green and she used to be mine…”

Fragile prints

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Tue, 10 May 2011 00:08:00 +0000

In this world, nothing is permanent and everything is temporary. Change is the only constant in the world. Whatever happens, life goes on, Yada Yada... So on and so forth the clichés go..!

"You, being an individual cannot save the world", alright, I have heard that quite a lot, quit saying that, coz, I am not quitting. I had to fight with a friend to prevent him from throwing cigarette butt, fight with a cousin to stop him from throwing plastic bag through the car window. Fight with my mother to prevent her from throwing plastic spoon, fighting with almost everybody not to waste food. Reminding everyone, that there is no waste in the biological world and there should not be any.. Well I am not tired fighting.

Give the planet earth a chance to feed you, to protect you and finally to transform you into million little pieces at the time of your death. Well, Death is not an end point, but only a comma in the 13 billion years of expanding universe. In this cosmos, I, you and everyone we know are insignificant, but at the same time infinitesimally significant, However, everything is 'fragile' for sure. None has an upper hand, no species, no virus, no planet, no galaxy or no religious dogma.

Even an idea, thought and spoken or written word is fragile, so much for truth. Whose truth is it anyway.

In this fragile world, let me swim against the tide, I may be at times hypocritical, sometimes falter and sway with the current. In the long process, all I want is to learn.

-Life beyond Religion and Science.

There was dance.

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Sat, 07 May 2011 20:13:00 +0000

I sipped orange juice and sat in the window seat. It didn’t matter I was above 20,000 feet above sea level, up above the clouds, the sunshine still found a way through the window.

On one hand I had a thick book, on the other the plastic cup which carried the orange juice, it had no ice. Only 1/3rd was left in it.

At that time, up above snow clad rolling hills inside the airplane, there was dance.

It was an evening and the translucent plastic cup reflected concentric circles of reflected light.

The rhythm came from the earphones and staged the performance inside me, the music obviously oblivious to outside world.

The reflected light visible to everyone made sense only to me. It was special. The stage was in front of me, the artist was my ears and hands and its infinite biorhythmic coordination. The spectator was also me.

It was a symphony, the light presenting a visual spectacle. The music matching heavens aurally.

I floated, with every beat, a trance like situation. I was fluid, I was a flag, I was flying.

There was dance. A celebration of senses, of cognitive mind, of evolution of cosmos, of LIFE.

Chetan Bhagat and Google voice #FAIL

noreply@blogger.com (S) — Mon, 11 Apr 2011 15:26:00 +0000

In all the smart phones, there is this Google app to search using your voice. You just say the word or words to the phones and here you go. For most of the time, It actually works quite fine. If not first time, in your second or third try, the app catches what you are trying to say.

Now comes the failed story, I was trying to search for Chetan Bhagat, First I said “Chetan Bhagat” four times, then after failing that many times, I said “Chetan Bhagat India”, That was the moment of epic FAIL. I shook my head in disbelief and left the ordeal.

The results or what the app thought I said is shown in the following pic.

May be, Chetan bhagat will write “Tera Google Chor hai” in his forearm.