Afloat

Haywards 5000 is good...reallly good...shit i'm drinkin so frequently...it is a humungus effort to write gramatically right sentences when u're drunk...

and it is a little more difficult to use the right spellings....but if u decide to write a gramatically right post with correct spellings and all that, it is

still possible(i am proof, but will check it trrow if my claim is worth it, i must have pressed backspace a million times)...

But i fail to understand how people get away with crappy stuff like rape and murder claiming they were drunk...murder is atleast ok...but i think your

moral sense of what is right and wrong will be intact even when u're drunk...if someone can rape when he is drunk, he cud also rape when he is sober...

The judiciary shudnt care whether a subject was drunk or not when he commited the said crime..

Anyways, am chatting with someone i've felt closest with, and the person  is away fixing a crash...so thot i'll make an inane post...will come

back here t'rrow and knock it off it doesnt make sense...but haywards 5000 is really good and am really high...am glad my office prvides shelter and

mattresses for drunks...

 

Bliss, extended?

Have you heard music that stirs your soul, plucks at your heart-strings, and before you can grasp what it is, it fleets away. The way

it comes in the background in some movies, beautiful and fleeting, and leaves you yearning for more. The music that flows in 'Sarfarosh'

whenever they show Naseeruddin Shah doing 'rihaaz' in his 'pushthaini' mahal or the one that flows in 'Devdas' as Madhuri prepares to dance

or the pieces scattered around 'Utsav' or the brief piece of tamil song that plays in 'Kaadhal kavidhai' when Prashanth enters a music shop

in England. All these have a magical quality...

 

I am just back from a Shubha Mudgal concert (part of 'The Hindu' NovemberFest music festival). I first knew that she existed when i saw the

video of 'Ab ke saawan'...and i bought the cassette.When i heard the album, i fell in love with her voice (and more with her song

'Bhai re, rishthon ki dagar hai mushkil'). Today's was a concert of 'Khayal', 'Thumri' and 'Dadra' (semi-classical styles, google helped me

know this). I dont know the next thing about Hindustani music, just went cos i like her voice. When the concert started, the music sounded

like those magical fleeting sounds i had mentioned earlier. Except that they dint go away. To start with, it felt surreal and i could've levitated

if i wanted to. This was what i had always wanted. When those movies used to replace heavenly music with human chatter to take the story

forward, i used to curse the director and wished the music played for ever.But here, as the music persisted, it changed from this magical

soul-stirring music to just good music and an impeccable rendition from a perfecionist. I enjoyed the concert all the same.

 

I guess the impact that those pieces of music i talked about earlier have,  have as much to with their beauty as they have,

with their brevity. Bliss cannot be extended, and if you try to, it ceases to remain bliss, it would be just lazy happiness or

sometimes, boredom. Extremely beautiful music is brief, and so is orgasm and so are flight take-offs, and Tequila shots are small.

It is probably the pattern of the world, and it feels right too.

 

 

Sunshine in my life

Right now, that would be Table tennis (ping-pong). I had learnt this game formally as a school kid and used to play in the competitive circuit till college happened (strangely, i started playing at the insistence of my sister cos her friend played it and he was kindof a school hero; she never accepts it though). Stopped playing somewhere along the way...

I had gone to watch the Tamilnadu state championships last year...met some old friends that i had played alongside as a junior...they were playing in the Men's category and were working for the government (Postals/LIC/Agriculture dept and the like)...they had all taken up TT as their profession...i was thrilled to see all those people after such a long time...and was happy to see some high quality games...he proceedings excited me enough to think about getting back in the circuit...Chennai is a very-high-competition zone for TT (Bengal and TN can stake claims for being the TT capital of India, other states are way behind)...i could at-best hope for a 2nd or 3rd round entry (an opening
round exit is more like it:)...but things are different now...i would not be crying after losing a round like i did as a junior...i would not be too tensed during a match...and the entry fee would not matter much...

I went to this club called YMIA-Mylapore and told them that i wanted to practice there regularly...one of the guys in the club politely told me that they would not be able to accomodate me. To be taken in there u shud either be under 5 yrs of age or should be a currently ranked player in some state.(i had played a senior nationals for pondicherry some 8 yrs before...but then that was a long time ago and i knew i wud be rusty). But that guy was decent enough to refer me to a club close to where i live. I am glad he did that...thats where i play these days, with a bunch of
school kids...it is housed in a school called V.V.V in beasant nagar...and it boasts of a number of ranked players in the junior categories (the top one being the TN Junior girls' No:1 called Niveditha...she is a 11th standard kid, and she beats me hands down..)...It is a lot of fun...to play with a bunch of kids for whom TT is the most important thing in life, is nice...i can totally relate to that feeling...i've been there...beyond a point i never knew vacations...summer vacations meant Intensive TT coaching camps...I dint achieve much though...i was in Trichy, and to be something
in TT in TamilNadu, u got to be in Chennai (thats my excuse:)...but travelled a lot and made decent money (for a school sudent, any money is good money:)...

Anyways thats that...work prevents me from playing the ranking tournaments regularly...i still manage to play some matches once in a while and surprise myself(and a lot of others:) by winning some...it is such a nice feeling to win competitive games...i had nearly forgotten it...it is still extremely rare for me(i won only 2 good matches in the past year), but it is atleast not non-existant, and i give myself a chance to pull it off once in a while...

Diwali, orphanages, and acts of 'charity'

If i was an orphaned kid living in an orphanage, and if a group of strangers decide to celebrate Diwali with me(and the other inmates), i'll start wondering "What do they think we are? A distraction available once a year to make people feel good about themselves?". But i am not in that kid's shoes, and cant begin to imagine his mindset.

Folks from my company celebrated Diwali last evening with the kids of a home for orphaned and handicapped children. I did not go because such acts look like sacrilege to me. I call it sacrilege because it is a one-evening-stand, an indulgence whose motive needs some more soul searching. The recipe for the kids' 'evening of joy' was crackers, chocolates and games. In the din of the ensuing Diwali our folks will forget the kids, the kids will forget our folks. Life will go on.

I do beleive in the idea of taking some social responsibilities. It is not a level playing field to start with. Some are lucky to have parents who think, educating their kid is important. (besides, that kid was plainly lucky to just have parents around to fend for it when it was a child). Some are'nt. There are organisations that make an honest attempt to show such kids a way. The idea of able people helping out these organisations monetarily and/or otherwise, to
carry on their jobs, appeals to me. I am not romantic enough to think that if a penniless, parentless kid is relentless enough, it would go from the streets to the banks without help. Such cases may exist, but that cannot be an excuse to shy away from what we could possibly do. But there is something about the idea of a bunch of strangers spending an evening with orphaned or handicapped children that does not ring right.

I might be totally wrong here. Folks from my company say that it was nice to see those kids laugh and play and burst crackers and do such rosy things. Such intermittent sun shines(?) in those kids' life is probably good for them. I dont know. I fail to be convinced though.

Casablanca

I am a little tipsy. And no, i am not talking about the Moroccan city. 'Casablanca' is this nice

restaurant close to where i work. It has this noisy pub (called Zanzibar) attached, that i dont enter. But the

restaurant is nice. Good food, not-so-loud music, and comfortable chairs..yes, comfortable chairs...and well Kingfisher

tastes the same everywhere.

They say, alcohol lets u be your natural uninhibited self. Going by that, i am a happy guy. Cos i smile a lot when i am

drunk...and i keep laughing out aloud when i am very drunk (today i was just smiling..actually, i am still smiling:). I actually

think ppl get very conscious when they are drunk, not abt what ppl think about them, but genlly about wat they do...walking back

to work, i was keeping track of whether my right foot was forward or left...now, you dont do that when you are sober, do you?

If this post sounds incoherent, i blame it on the alcohol...aadaab...

Muted

I think i've run out of conversation. These days, when i meet/talk to people, i simply wait for them to come up with something for me to respond to. If

they dont say anything, an awkward silence follows. At times i resort to some polite conversation and keep searching for a way to end

it and flee. The only exceptions are a few really close friends with whom there is no need to 'think' of what to say next, there's so much common

ground available. And ofcourse, there are the group-timepass-talk sessions which are fairly effortless. Its weird cos i used to be fairly garrulous and an

active 'company' seeker.

 

I think 60 is a very high value for human lifespan. 30 is more like it. Not too short. Not long enough to run out of things to say. But then, we should hit

puberty at 4, have an active partner from 8. Better sense should prevail at around 20, and you separate and spend the last 10 years as a gypsy, and

die an anonymous death in a beautiful place, with your desire to continue living still intact(Ofcourse, there will be serious academices/scientists who

invent, advance technology, for the betterment of people like me). I think that is important..to die when you still want to live. Everything has a shelf-life...

relationships, love, desire for existence, life. Being separated from something/someone when you still want to hold on to it/him/her gives it a profoundness

you can treasure.

 

Back to reality, and i keep away from prospective friends and phony conversations.

Kolkota eludes..

Intended to be in Kolkota this 'dusehra'. Had bought a kolkota road-map and a travel guide for that. Planned it too late, travel costs went beyond budget, so had to drop it. Ended up spending sizeably on maps, travel guides and the like (a generous part of it going to lonely planet - india guide). And am just sitting in chennai, in my room, typing this...anyways, would be going to Muliyangiri sometime this month...

Had been too busy to blog till a week ago...My work requires me to either move forward in full-throttle or turn my engine off and cruise along...am in the second mode now...

And yea, finally started posting in my travel-blog (http://jerknees.blogspot.com )...

Batch of '71..photos from the past

There were these photos that were sent to my school alumni mailing group. A bunch of b/w photos of folks from the batch

of 1971...sent by one of that batch's guys. Some faces had names...some were left blank...it felt kindof surreal to look at

those pics and at my school (the school in question is called RSK Higher Secondary school, Trichy).I had this urge to go

home and pick up my class photos and have one long look at each of them (and probably check how many faces i manage

to map to names). Its been 10 years since i finished high school, and it feels spooky to think of reaching a stage when it

would be 34 years beyond high school.

One of the photos carried a pic of one Hemalatha Thyagarajan(HT). She went on to become a Math prof at REC trichy. She was

called HyperTension(HT) in REC cos of her temper. In 11th grade i was attending her IIT Math classes, and was ousted from her

class. (She produces a few IITs every year, she used to, not sure if she still teaches. For a small town like Trichy, that is

something. She commanded a lotof respect from our school's intelligentia - deservedly so).She bluntly asked me to leave the class

and not to come back (i had flunked one of her tests real badly). She thought i was not IIT material and thought aloud(and rightly so).

I kindof dealt with it quite ok i guess...i gave up on the idea and started playing Table tennis with ruthless abandon...and then the rest

of my life until this point happened (which had very little to do with TT or IIT)...

Anyways, those photos brought back some bitter-sweet memories...and kindof makes me want to get back in touch with some school

buddies who were close pals back then (some, witnesses of the 'ouster' act!)...meanwhile there is code to be written, deliveries to be made,

and a job to be kept...lets see how long this thought stays and how far i go with the idea...

 

mads, if u're reading this, thanx for passing those photos along..

 

Rechristened

I never really liked the earlier name ('To be continued'). For one, it wud've become factually wrong at a later point...and like a friend who commented somewhere on this blog, 'what am i, a soap opera?!!'...Anyways, 'Enroute cemetery' is pretty much an absolute (well, almost, i mean unless i perish in an avalanche or a landslide, i'd most probably head to a crematorium, not a cemetery). But I kindof relate more to the concept of burying the dead. At times you'd want to run away and seek refuge in a place, a physical entity, which is strongly symbolic and representative of a dear one who has gone away...at times you'd want something more than just memory to hold on to...
Now, why am i talking about death, its imminence and (the aftermath?). I dont know. I never discuss such things when i am sober, but then, exceptions are common. 'Tuesdays with Morrie' says 'Be open to discuss death, reconcile with the concept of death and be prepared' or sthing to the effect. (am not particularly fond of that book, it was too didactic and sappy for my taste, but then parts of it were hard-hitting and thought-provoking). Anyways, thought i'd have a title that is definetive about where i am headed. Like someone said, 'In the long run we are all dead'.

On my way..

Four stamp-size photos, a hastily filled application, a search operation(to get my hands at my degree/marksheets etc), two

cheque leaves and a 5km bike ride later, Mr. Mariappan of Southern college (Mysore univ, contact centre) had one look

at the stack i gave him and said "This is spot admission, you'll get your admit-card in 10 days".

While this is, in every way, unlike spotting your registration number on JEE results published (pretty much anyone with a degree

and 15k on him will be admitted!), i did allow myself to let out a silent 'yippie':).

Finally finally...

I've been toying with the idea of studying something related to earth sciences like geography/geology for quite a while. The idea is this...4 yrs down the line i should be
in a position to leave this indusry and go to the edges of the world on expeditions on work!!...Tall ask, i know...but things ought to start somewhere (a liberal dose of expedition-watching on 'Adventure one', and confounded expressions on my face when i go on treks with learned guys who talk about the flora and fauna around the trail when i am thinking 'this grass is so green and that flower is pretty', might've triggered this).

Anyways, went to the Mysore univ distance education study centre today...wasnt a good outing...was not eligible to apply for geography or geology (both needed corresponding bachelors' degrees). The only thing i could apply for (closest related to wat i want to do) was Geoinformatics. The syllubus included interestng words like Digital cartography, Mapping, photogrammetry, Remote sensing and the like....so just went ahead and bought the application...would be applying this week (there's no test or anything...i dont think they reject applications for distance education, considering that they charge 15k per annum - i paid 3k per annum for my engineering degree!!)...

Am looking forward to being in a classroom, and having things like lab-exercises after a 6 year gap. This may not take me to the Arctic, but might get me closer to being on the crew of 'A1's' India diaries!!...

The boy who asked for more

This was the title of a non-detail lesson we had in English (in 6th grade i think). It was an excerpt from 'Oliver twist', about the part where Oliver asks for more porridge.

I dont know why i had to think of this. Just that i created two more blogs...
Parallell worlds - A record of my favourite movies, books and offerings from the tube. I'll try and maintain its currency as much as possible.
Foot prints - My travel diary.

I am realizing that blogging is a time killer. I used to play a lot of carroms in the week days and do lotsof work in the weekend. Now, i play a lot of carroms in the weekdays and read/write blogs during the weekend. This is not going to work. Got to do some damage control...

Rain rain come again

Chennai received showers yesterday...and the sun is reluctant to come out today as well.
Went off to the beach the moment it started raining...and swam for more than an hour...sea was rough, water was cold, and it was raining, that is a near perfect setting for a swim(for me). One of the guys in the beach wanted to join me...i was a little hesitant...cos, while i know enough swimming to save myself even if the sea gets mighty rough (that's what i'd keep thinking till i perish some day in the seas:), i was not too sure if i can pull an adult along if things go wrong. Anyways there are no rules, he tagged along..i warned him that the sea was rougher than normal...thankfully there were lotsof shallow spots...after going a little inside, fear (and sense) got the better of him and he wanted to head back...getting back to the shore is normally the much tougher part, swimming in is fairly simple. Sea, like women, draws people in quite easily, the difficult part is to get back to where you started, unscathed and intact!!..After some drama, he did make it to the shore. (not drama really, u just need to get used to the fact that the big waves will get the better of you often, and u just need to give in, not panic, and you'd resurface).
He said he'd join me next weekend as well. Lets sea...

Moovees

A list of movies that i thoroughly enjoyed, or atleast remember having enjoyed...
i keep updating this list whenever i see a good movie or whenever the names of amazing movies
seen in the past pop up in my mind...

1. Scent of a woman (Al Pacino, Chris O Donell)
2. As good as it gets (Jack Nicholson, Helen Hunt)
3. Six degrees of separation (Will Smith)
4. Remains of the day (Anthony Hopkins)
5. Dead poets' society (Robin Williams)
6. Gia (Angelina Jolie)
7. Before sunrise (Ethan Hawke, Julie Delpy)
8. Reality bites (Ethan Hawke, Winona Ryder)
9. Girl interrupted (Winona Ryder, Angelina Jolie)
10. Gattacca (Ethan Hawke, Uma Thurman)
11.Legends of the fall (Anthony hopkins, Bradd Pitt, Aidan Quinn, Julia Ormand)
12. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind (Jim Carey, Kate Winslet, Kirsten Dunst)
13. The truman show (Jim Carey)
14. Little women (Susan sarandon, Winona ryder)
15. Ghost world.
16. When harry met sally (Meg ryan, Billy crystal)
17. Vanilla sky (Tom Cruise, Penelope Cruz, Camerone diaz, Curt Russel)
18. Chocolat (Johnny Depp)
19. Life is beautiful (Roberto Benigni)
20. Indecent proposal (Demi Moore)
21. At first sight (Val Kilmer)
22. Life of David Gail. (Kevin Spacey, Kate Winslet)
23. Pay it forward. (Kevin Spacey, Helen hunt)
24. The Shawshunk redemption. (Morgan Freeman)
25.. The negotiator. (Kevin Spacey, Samuel Jackson)
26. A few good men. (Tom Cruise, Demi Moore, Kevin Bacon)
27. Top gun. (Tom Cruise, ValKilmer)
28. Enemy at the gates (Jude Law, Ed Harris, Rachel Weisz)
29. The perfect storm. (George Clooney)
30. This boy's Life (Leonardo Decaprio - as a kid).
31. Meet Joe Black (Anthony Hopkins, Brad Pitt).
32. Fools rush in (Mathew Perry, Salma Hayek)
33. Vertical limit. (Chris O Donell) (set in K2, one of the most notorious mountains in the world)
34. Blue crush. (an amazing surf video at the least!)
35. Cocktail (Tom Cruise)
36. Troy (Brad Pitt)
37. The Lion King.
38. Bug's life.
39. One fine day (George clooney, Michelle pfeiffer)
40. Bend it like Beckham.
41. Jerry Mcguire (Tom Cruise, Renee Zelweger, Cuba Gooding Jr)
42. Notting hill (Hu Grant, Julia Roberts)
43. The Last Castle (James Gondolfini, Robert Redford)
44. Sweet home Alabama (Reese Witherspoon).
45. The castaway (Tom Hanks, Helen Hunt).
46. E.T (Drew Barrymore - as kid).
47. Chicago (Richard Gere, Renee Zelwegar, Catherene Zeta Jones)
48. Mystic river (Sean Penn, Tim Robbins, Kevin Bacon).
49. Breaking up (Russell Crowe, Salma Hayek)
50. The cider house rules (Toby Mcguire)
51. Joan of Arc
52. Music from another room (Jude Law, Gretchen Mol)
53. Talented Mr.Ripley (Matt Daemon)
54. Philadelphia (Tom Hanks, Denzel Washington)
55. Proof of life (Russel Crowe, Meg Ryan)
56. Anna and the King (Chow Yun Fat, Jodie Foster)
57. Rainman (Tom Cruise, Dustin Hoffman)
58. Forrest Gump (Tom Hanks)
59. Avalon (Aidan Quinn, Elizabeth Perkins)
60. Before Sunset (Ethan Hawke, Julie Delpy)
61. Gone with the wind. (Clark Gable, Vivien Leigh)
62. Under the Tuscan Sun (Diane Lane)
63. Life stinks

Art and Anguish:

Saw 'Salangai oli' today. I've seen it once as a kid, did'nt find it interesting then cos it did not have any action sequences! I kept saying it was a great movie back then just so that i was not left out.

Seeing it as a grown up was ofcourse an altogether different experience. It traces the life of an extremely gifted and passionate dancer-Balakrishnan(played brilliantly by 'Kamal Hasan'), who dreams of learning all indian dance forms and evolve a collaborativedance form. It is a story of unfulfilled love, shattered dreams, lofty ambitions broughtdown to earth and drowned in alcohol. It ends with Bala getting some solace. He passes on his art-baton to the daughter of the love of his life and seeks his redemption. Jayapradha as 'Madhavi', the love of 'Bala's' life and his redeemer, looked ethereal, and acted amazingly well.While there were certain aspects of the movie i could not relate to, it had me totally involved.

Now, in a movie with a similar setting, if Bala had achieved whatever he set out to achieve in Dance, and also found Madhavi's love, the movie would'nt have been half as moving, and no one would be talking about it 22 years after its release.

Anguish, pain, sadness and suffering offer themselves to art in a way happiness and fulfilment can never dream of. They are simply much more potent realms of expression. A happy story about simple simon cannot create the kindof impact that a 'Of human bondage' or a 'Golden gate' would. A painter born in a rich aristocratic family cannot generate the kindof curiosity and interest that a penniless painter, who painted a self-portrait with a ear cut off(Vincent Van Gogh), can.

I've tried to remain a happiness-seeking optimist most of my life (re-forged at some points, thanks to influences from 'Atlas shrugged', 'Fountain head' and 'We, the living'), but, to be honest, grief is a much stronger and more persistent emotion than happiness-which is sporadic and almost always fleeting. If you aggree with this, then this is probably why art-expressions tempered with anguish seep in more easily and impact people in a very telling way. I dont say that this is universal, but i guess this would apply to a sizeable populace.

Thanneer thanneer (Water water) - A Trek gone wrong..

('Thanneer thanneer' is a tamil movie about a village that runs out of potable water and how it's people deal with it...some flee, some, like the female lead 'saritha' hang on and fight it out).

Now, moving into context, i had gone to this place called Varadapalayam falls(more popularly
called 'Tada falls') last weekend. This place is some 95 km from chennai, in the mountain ranges
enroute Kalahasthi. Had gone there with three of my collegues. For one of them(Binu), this was the 15th trip to this place. (His urge to find the source of this waterfall borders on being obsession!). I've gone there once before (again, with Binu). The objective of this trip was, as always, to trek to the source of the waterfalls.

Linga temple (our base-camp site) is a 9km trek from the closest motorable point. Doing this
after dark was fairly spooky. We were barked at by a bunch of dogs (i am no fan of dogs, domesticated or otherwise!).We saw a couple of snakes, one dead and harmles, another alive and deadly (it is called 'kattuvarean' in tamil, Krait in English, has rings in it's body and it is told that if it bites you, u die before counting it's rings, which are 21 in number). Every footprint looked like some animal's pug-mark. When u walk in a forest at 11 in the night, u suspect even the breeze!. We reached Linga temple at 11:30 pm. We pitched our tent right next to a clear stream. This forest is home to Bears, Leopards, Foxes and Wild Boars (ok, Wild Boars are really less dangerous than stray dogs). We heard enough sounds at night to suggest that the stream had a big visitor that night.(next time, we would'nt be camping next to a stream).

The objective of camping on Friday night was to start our trek to the source early on Saturday, but that was not to be. We got into the stream, started swimming and lazing around. Finally it took a water-snake (or Mani's imagination of it's existence in that stream) to drive us out. We finally set out at 11:30 am, with 12kg backpacks on our backs and 2 litres of water per head. We were sure of finding the source before running out of our 8 litres' supply (big mistake!).

We met the Linga-temple pujari. He told us we could never reach the source if we follow the stream (that much we knew already, it ends in a vertical unscaleable rock wall!).He suggested an alternative trail we could take to go where we wanted to go. We took that trail (if you can call an extremely rocky terrain with a 70 degree gradient for most parts a 'trail'!!). After a 3 hour toil and a few incidents we reached a man-made wall(which the pujari mentioned, so our spirits soared up a couple of inches). Binu named the trail upto this point the pujari-trail. (the landmarks he has named in Tada include Blue-lagoon, Needle falls, Green mile, Linga temple).
We climbed onto the other side of the wall. The other side was a fairly flat surface leading upto a sheer fall.

It was extremely windy up there.(it was so windy that one of the guys - Ashwani - refused to stand up!).It was fun to face the wind though. The only way to go from there was to turn left and vaguely head to the point where we thought the mountain spring could be. After going a few metres, we met an old man and a lady. He said the man-made wall was built by Britishers and that there was a fort on top. He also showed us a proper trail that started a few metres
from there, and said that the source was a 15 minutes' trek along that trail. He said that there was a pool kindof thing with neck-deep water. We got excited. In our minds we were already there. We started taking longer breaks and much longer sips from our dwindling supply of water. In one of the breaks we even discussed strategy for getting into the pool (cos the pujari had warned us against getting into the pool on top). I would go in first and swim the whole stretch and assess the depth at various points. One of us would always stand guard with a rope ready in case things should go awry.(So much for precaution!!)Also, the point where we met the old man was named 'old-man's point' and the trail 'old man's trail'.

Beyond this, the trek played out into a regular unguided trek. We kept following the trail. After a point there was no trail. We kept heading towards a deep gorge (that looked like the only likely place to house a water-body). And then we got lost, we walked in circles, and worst of all we did not have enough water to camp there for the night. Our plan was to reach the source, camp next to it on Saturday night and head back down on Sunday morning. Our backup plan,
should we not find the source on saturday, was to camp wherever we were at dusk and continue the search on Sunday morning. We had not planned for a scenario where we would run out of water. We needed water to cook and ofcourse to drink, and it was getting late, and we did not want to do that trail back after dark. We decided to turn back. We took a different trail
down, which was fairly more gradual and simple and ofcourse longer. After coming down, we had to do the 9 km walk again to reach the road. We were luckily offered a lift by a civil contractor there, to the nearest village(Varadapalayam). That leg was the most risky think i did that day, i was sitting on a thin steel rod on a tanker attached to a Tractor and was
clinging on to the rod (and to dear life) with my feet on another steel rod connecting the tractor to the tanker. At reachable distances, to my left and right were two huge tractor tyres!!This was a 25km ride, and was fun!!

This was an extremely strenuous, energy sapping trek, unsuccesful at that. I had an amazing time all the same. Next time we would be carrying 4 litres of water per head, and wouldnt indulge in premature celebrations, and maybe we'd actually reach the source! Lessons learnt...

Band broadens, a birthday passes by, and work stands still:

The past few days i've actually been doing things rather than just thinking about doing things (well, not totally, but a couple of deeds is a couple of deeds!). Decided to give my home a technology upgrade.Finally gave up on a 56kbps dialup and got a broadband connection from Airtel. I am sure the '256 kbps' that the connection details' display boasts of is a hardcoded display that has nothing to do with actual speeds. Nevertheless it's an upgradation from a bicyclye to a Ferrari (or should i be saying McClaren instead).

Lived through another birthday yesterday. Turned 27. To paraphrase from K.Balachander's 'Kalki', "Aadu maadukku kooda thaan porantha naal varum" ("Even goats and cows have birthdays!"). I have to quote this phone conversation i had with a friend from college
(called Gaurav) on the 'occasion'.

Gaurav: It's your b'day today?
Me: Yeah..
Gaurav: Interesting...

And then we talked about other things....Now, this is the kindof b'day acknowledgement i can totally relate to...

I came to work today intending to work on something i was supposed to finish a week ago. Obviously, i am not doing that. The past 5 days, i've been coming to office with an infinite resolve to work, and each day, i've gone home a better carrom-player. God save my company(and my job!!)...

Start Frame:

All bad things have a beginning. After a few months of 'wanting to blog', i am actually taking the first couple of steps.
As of now, three aspects dominate my life. I work. I add 1 to my age every year. I think of doing a whole lot of things and dont move an inch towards even one of them(well mostly, i mean this blog thing was one of those things, and even if i dont add another post after this, this should count for an inch atleast!). This is simply an attempt to have a fourth thing to do with my time. Amen.