Adieu Lille

Harish is finally done with his stay in Lille. Whether he enjoyed it as much as he thought he would is a debatable question. There are things he saw that he can boast to his grandchildren over early morning Hindu reading sessions. There are exquisite varieties of booze that he can brag about to his friends with the authority of an inveterate drinker. There are scenes that he believes he should rewind and play in his mind before the final countdown starts in his life. But yet, he largely regrets the decision to land in France. He didn't quite like the idea of spending in Euros. Exchange rate actually played partial spoilsport to his exchange term. While orkutting and cricinfoing found new impetus during his exchange term, Harish exhibited cravings for company on many an occasion. Solitude is blissful for Harish only when he chooses to realize it. Basically he is not a very steady or sane character as readers of the blog will already know. Otherwise, he briefly enjoyed cooking his own food, but soon lost enthu to do it on an everyday basis simply because, he shouldnt enjoy ANYTHING for long periods of time. Strange are the ways of people, stranger are the ways of Harish. One good thing that came out of his wane in enthu for cooking is his weightloss, atleast Harish insists so. It's up to the readers and others who see him in Chennai to verify this statement. Psychoism - a term coined by Harish's cousin - is not yet something Harish has totally lost, and he did exhibit bouts of that during times with and without company. And, stints with some of his hookah wingies in Lille were, in Harish's opinion, delightful. Excellent booze sessions with strong company is something he always liked didn't he. And finally, the fact that some of his best buddies will be in Chennai waiting to welcome him is so exciting for him. For that alone, he wants the last few minutes, that he tried spending by a gen blog entry, to speed past.
Au revoir only.

The "Lazy"man on a Euro trip - Volume 4

This post is dedicated to the lazy bum that I have become after about 45 days of relentless Eurailing and a subsequent derailing of enthu to continuously hit the road week after week. A minor crisis on the financial front (I am being a typical company MD here, where you need to read this as Bankruptcy:)) made the decision easier, or rather inevitable.
Thus these last few weeks have been dedicated to minimal movement across and within days. One week spent entirely at 9, Residence St. Louis, Rue de Princess, Lille - a comfortable, small and cosy room that is my abode for the next 18 days - was absolute pleasure. Days of orkutting, evenings of hour long GTalks with parents and Girish, nightouts preparing cricket quizzes and researching cricinfo/ The Hindu. Life was engineering revisited. Only, the "kutti chevaru" gang and some familiar faces were missing. Solitude was blissful, for those seven days. The next week saw the transition from fun to fin! literally. Futures were exciting and I foresee a cliched use of something related to the word future. Which I aptly avoid now. Anyways, even that week saw only a minor expansion of the horizon of the house arrest enforced home maker I had become - with minor sojourns in classes punctuating otherwise monotonously exciting days of confinement. Some of the "new" things I got to do - thanks to these 2 weeks (and a part of this week) were -
- 4 different varieties of subji with the same vegetable.
- 3C2 ways of selecting and having 2 pickles with rice.
- An academic endeavor which surprised even me!
- Time spent creating and moulding one of the dream ventures of the near future.

Nothing earth shattering - and that's precisely why I wrote this entry. It is possible to do nothing in life and enjoy it! So much that even a trip to Bordeaux made over the last 3 days got converted to a "No - enthu - da" trip - which meant I stayed in some friend's house for 2 days sleeping in the day
Travel and rest - rest and travel - rest and rest....
these three quadrants have been given their share of space...Only fair, cus The fourth quadrant was taking too much time in the first 2 months of exchange.


It's again "No enthu time" to continue this piece of brilliant trash.
Pack!

The Layman on a Eurotrip - Volume 3 - "Italia or Ind-alia?"

Sorry for keeping all you guys waiting for this third volume of the travelogue.

And I still am gonna adhere to freewheeling, self-discretionary writing, and will cover things that are not “travelogical” in this one too. But I know that entertainment value ARE important – as I read through ALL of your feedback, rest assured on that aspect. Enough of the first paragraph BS – here is the third volume.

This one is NOT the Italy travelog. Given how much I missed India lately and the festive season that just ended, I thought I had to post something related to our great country soon, but little did I know that I would get such a lovely thematic fit. On that jubilant note – here I present – “Indalia”

Italy for one can be called Ind-aly or “Indalia” and get away with it – because of the HUGE and sometimes disturbing resemblence to India. Why?

1. There is absolutely NO traffic sense. When I first landed in Milano and crossed the road – there were vehicles rushing from all directions when the signal showed a red. People, like India, just didn’t care, as there was no police guy around. I figured out very quickly that signals are mostly to be used at one’s own peril. But what the hell, I have been in Hyderabad, where one can peacefully cross ANY crowded road anywhere, without waiting for a zebra crossing or for the traffic to reduce – so I coped well with this situation I must say;). Nevertheless – I felt at home in Milano immediately.
2. Trenitalia will give Indian Railways and its ill-maintained trains a run for its money. To the last cent. Even with 24 years of experience with Laloo’s fleet of stinking trains, I could just not enter the Venezia- Bologna toilet (which by the way was the first time I tried the train’s loo in Italy), and my survival instinct prevailed over my sense of urgency (tenesmous? Is that the word Rosenblum taught us?). The unfortunate thing is that some of the other European countries that Trenitalia enters have to live with the unmitigated negligence of the people who run this railway company – and endure its package of stinking toilets.
3. Ofcourse – time adherence will NOT be found in Trenitalia’s resume. I missed a connecting train from Milano in the early morning due to a 45 minute delay by the previous train I took (funny, considering the fact that the train journey in itself lasted only 2 hours) – HUGE for Europe. And yeah there went my 10 euros I paid as reservation for this train from Milano to Paris;(. Unfriendly people at the ticket counters add to travelers woes to ensure that the Trenitalia experience is very close to the Indian Railways experience. Laloo rocks. He is atleast trying to improve our own mammoth with the little money he has. Go on Laloo…you are bound to surpass Trenitalia soon.
4. Continuing on Trenitalia – it sure amuses you with its notices on Smoking – there was one particularly hilarious sign which said something to the effect of “No smoking on this train, even if there are other signs which say on the contrary!”. Trenitalia was the only railway line I saw which threatened a 8 euro hefty;) fine for smokers caught on the train, ofcourse I could see people happily break the rule and get away. Need I say more when I compare it with Indian Railway. Trenitalia also had the dubious distinction of changing platforms some minutes before departure and cancellation of trains.
5. As Indians who are used to blind guys singing some old Christian/ film songs in the metro railway and entertaining us on otherwise boring journeys, we were pleasantly surprised to see people with accordions in the train – who, were doing the same thing – this time playing some famous European pieces. The similarity with India would never end I thought.
6. Italy also saw me do a 2 hour trip in the train’s corridor – this was a “Ticketless train”, so at 4 in the morning there were hazaar people thronging the corridors. I must say this was a very Indian experience, and I enjoyed it thoroughly – even though the safety freak in me popped up and checked my wallet every few minutes, a la Janakaraj in some old 1980s movie. Thankfully, my pocket was not torn!
7. Pissing on the roadside was unseen and unheard of in all the countries (Yes – all six of them) I had seen. And guess what – you can get away with it in Italy and especially in beautiful Venice. What else could unsuspecting travelers/ locals do – if there are NO free public toilets in the city and the vending machine in front of the loo gobbles change?
8. The roadside on any Italian city is full of hawkers from the Indian subcontinent though I suspect the number of Bangladeshis is much more than those from India and Pakistan combined. This partially explains why we were checked for passports more in Italy than in all other countries combined. Liability of Origin – surprisingly pinched us most in the country that resembles India the most. Now someone explain this.
9. Pickpocketing and handbag slashing – as many of you would have known are highest in Italy – and one of my institute mates had her handbag slashed by one of those notorious bike-riding thieves.
10. For those of you who wanted something touristy as a similarity – Venice is Italia’s Allapuzha, what if it is 3 times more scenic. Rome is Italy’s New Delhi – and its cultural capital. Vatican irritated me with its 5 hour queues and hence prompted a comparison with our one Tirumala Tirupati;) Pisa and its funny tower is Italy’s wonder of the world – but nowhere is it as beautiful as the Taj! And for all those who have watched Godfather will swear that Bombay is India’s Sicily. Vada Pav in Bombay becomes Masala Dosa in Chennai and Margerita Pizza in Italy. Not exactly – but just for comparison’s sake.
11. The things that are similar to India but absolutely rock are the roadside pizzerias and gelato shops (Ice-cream parlours for the ignorant). Amazing pizzas and cone ice creams for very affordable (read cheap) rates. What else can the poor tourist ask for? I actually put on some (don’t worry – only a couple) of the many kgs I lost thus far on exchange thanks to the very tasty scoops of ice cream in some of the most exotic flavors. And, there were a few VEGETARIAN pizzas around – so I did stay vegetarian – thankfully!

p.s – The Italy – Cannes travelog is next.

"The Layman on a Eurotrip" - Vol 2, Berlin - Hamburg - Copenhagen - Malmo - Stockholm - Goteborg - Oslo - Bergen - Myrdal - Flam - Oslo - Rail Jail

This ironically will be a very non travelogical post because, thanks to Eurail and its grossly inaccurate timetable, till we reached Oslo, we were only at railway stations and couldn't actually visit the places I mentioned so proudly in the title of this entry! So much for plans going berserk. From 11.30 am on Monday morning to 7 am Wednesday morning when we finally managed to set foot on a road in Bergen outside the station, we were successfully held to the confines of various railway stations around Scandinavia. I call it "Rail-Jail". But some of the things to come out of 43.5 hours in 9 trains and 9 railway stations were -
1. I can now rattle off prices of the 5 cheapest burgers and fries at Macdonalds and Burger King, and compare the subtle differences in taste between say Sweden and Norway.
2. I successfully erased any trace of the brahmin in me by eating what Burger King (BK) successfully claims in Sweden "We assure you that our hamburger is made of beef and only beef!". What a decline from the namam days not many years back. I hate this fact.
3. I can even pass blind tests in differentiating between Cheese burgers made in Mac and BK. I totally understand the Operations Management case I studied last years which said "Mac is standardisation, BK is customization". My respect for BK and its tagline of "Have it your way" has gone up hazaar, post the "Terminal"ization I underwent.
4. I totally think India rocks when it comes to pay and use toilets. At one point of time in Oslo railway station, I had to give up a burger I planned to have for dinner to urinate. 10 kroner or 75 rupees for pissing! Indian toilets are cleaner maintained for the 1 rupee they charge.
5. Hot dogs and the way Pressbyran (A supermarket chain) runs is another fascination for me now. Hotdogs are yummy, and the supermarket chains like Pressbyran have this fetish for maintaining store alignment. Walk into any store and you know where to go to find a Coke or say a cigarette. Infact, its standardized across supermarket chains if I am not wrong. It was the same in Lidl in Germany too.
6. Norway is NOT the place to live in - if you plan to save money and return to India or Live a life or Both. So too Sweden. They are SO expensive. Scandinavia also closes shutters and goes to sleep at 6 pm. The booking counters were closed, the information centres were closed, and the LOO closed at 6. We were literally stranded the first time we entered Malmo Railway Station in Sweden.
7. Stockholm railway station has these 2 newspaper boys freely distributing copies of a local newspaper early in the morning. Being unfortunate enough to hit the Stockholm railway station on 2 different days and seeing the same thing happen in front of my eyes - I noticed that the styles of achieving max distribution adopted by the 2 guys were very different. One of them was smiling, singing songs that his IPod was playing and murmuring pleasantries to the hundreds who bustled past him, while the other was using sleight of hand and jugglery skills to attract attention. Whatever it is, I was entertained.
8. The card-game of 28. Thanks to being imprisoned in the station at odd hours and while waiting for the next train to god knows where, I can now say that I learnt and mastered this game in these 3 days. I may not be as good as I am in say our good old "4 cards", but I am getting there.

Makki will tell me there is nothing close to a travelog in this entry, but the 3 days being covered had only trains and train stations in offer, and all the trains are prettu much the same, so nothing much to describe there too...But yeah, there are some things I have tried to convey in this entry. I think there is some MBA level cock thrown in too...But it was entirely unintentional, and don't worry, the next entry will have more tourism.

Till next time...
Tata only

"The Layman on a Eurotrip" - Volume 1, The Lille-Paris-Berlin leg

Date : 30.9.2006,
Time : 5.50 pm European Standard time (whatever its called)
Starting Place : Lille Flanders Railway station

So this is where it started, the trip that was planned for 8 days (turned out to be a lot different from what was planned!) and that promised to cover a major chunk of Scandinavia. The train journey to Paris was uneventful, with me gasping a bit for breath due to the usual running in the end to catch the train thanks to chatting with BK till the last minute. Paris was expensive as expected and the Marlboro I got in the station pinched me badly, and that was the sore thumb in an otherwise good few minutes in Paris. I had a taste of the first of million burgers n fries that I was destined to endure in the trip here!

We peacefully reached Berlin, and the two hours at Berlin station where we tried working out plans for the week were mind numbing to say the least, with a lot of complexities and the Eurail website showing 2 different timetables to irritate the sh*t out of us... Whatever, the Berlin leg didn't start nicely at all, and we proceeded at around 12 noon to finally check out the Berlin wall (we now realized we had to spend the next day at Berlin), which a co-passenger said was right outside the Berlin Ostbahnhof station we were in. And all my plans of seeing something huge and historic fell flat when we saw a "kutti-chevaru" level wall full of interesting graffiti in front of us. A few of us did not believe that this indeed is the Berlin Wall! But yeah, the graffiti captured my interest, and some of them were brilliant pieces of art - ofcourse in the sarcastic sense! Some art pieces that ridiculed the commie regime, and how long germany stayed two countries were time-pass level. Check out this pic, that is my tribute to Rahul 'The Wall' Dravid! It was a particularly good snap considering the fact that I do 99% of the photography in my cam.
Apart from that, the day in Berlin was spent at the usual "Lonely Planet recommended" places.
The Reichstag, the Brandenberger tor, Babel Platz, Alexanderplatz and the World clock. I found them interesting, and the walk in the bustling Unter-den-Linden in the evening was something I thoroughly enjoyed. Most European cities have musicians playing on the roadside with hats collecting money. The feel it gives walkers on the road is amazing. Some of the wind instruments played that day were mindblowing and I spent quite a while simply enjoying the music and slowening my pace of walking. Anyways, Thanks to the big queue to go up the Reichstag, I had to settle for a view from the outside, and did some photoclicking that will be uploaded at my photolog in snapfish. I had dinner in a fair, and had some german speciality dish made of potatoes and mushrooms. It tasted good, and it blended well with the beer served at the Biergarten, which for the uninitiated are gardens that brew and serve their own beer.
So much for the day in Berlin, but let me tell you something else. Germany and Berlin were things that I got attracted to immediately for the following reasons -
1. The stark difference in prices compared to France - Sutta refill in Germany for sure.
2. The mystique that I could sense in Berlin, the brilliant intertwine of the old and the new. Here was a very intriguing city with a dark layer to it that I could sense - dont ask me how.
3. The German language, which I found to be more engrossing than French - all day, I was reading out German words aloud like (Stra-beta-e, Hauptbahnhof, Reichstag), much to the embarrassment of my co-travellers! Some of you do know my obsession with getting foreign language accents right! (Sebastian Grosjean etc...)
4. The S-Bahn - excellent train service, free for eurail pass holders and good frequency - what more could one ask for?

The night sleep in a bunker at a youth hostel (First time I slept in a bunker bed;)), and the rather forgettable experience at the wash room the next morning (Ping me and ask me why) were the only other things that were worth a mention in the Berlin first leg. There was to be a second Berlin leg to come in the trip - little did I know about that at this point in time (arnd 12 noon 2.10.2006)
So thus ended the Berlin leg, with a train from Berlin Hauptbahnhof to Hamburg Centraal. We planned to hit Copenhagen by night, but the turn of events since are reserved for my next volume - that will cover the next few days of my so-called Scandi trip. But as u would have realized, the first part of the trip had nothing to do with Scandinavia. So much for planning! But one thing I must admit - the kick you get out of being a backpacker who nomads his way around, little knowing where he is headed for next is something else!
Till the next entry - here is a Gute-Nacht from me....

Getting a feel of France

Sorry for taking nine days to come up with the first blog entry from here -
It was more a question of how lazy I was than anything else.
I did cover Paris over the weekend, and I did want to start the travelog with Paris as volume 1 of my blogging here - but since the Louvre is still left to visit, I would rather finish that and put an integrated Paris travelog -
As I got settled into the place, there are other snaps I took and have uploaded to snapfish - but will compile one nice album and post the link to you all soon.

Till next time - here is a huge bow to Divya and Girish for their mindblowing rendition of Navneeth's masterpiece - "Thanimai iravu"

Its Au revoir! only i guess, for now

Ambalappuzhe

- sung soul stirringly by m.g.sreekumar n chitra.
This has to be the song that's moved me the most, and that's set me in tears so many times....
it just transports me by a volvo bus to a different world, a rustic, peaceful world away from the noisy bangalore...and reinforces my belief in an institution that I already revere.
whenever I gain membership to that institution, I will remember to listen to this song, millions of times. In particular, during some important moments.

The bliss of solitude

Wordsworth's words are timeless...

I have been experiencing this very state for sometime now, and loving every moment.
I have tended to avoid hearing voices now, and only instrumental music is played in my room for most of the so-called "24 by 7". Occasionally I do want a few voices crooning something for me to indulge in conversation with, and I sing along...But, thanks to
1. Ilayaraja's How to Name it
2. Ali Farka Toure and his brilliant guitar
3. Steve Vai
4. L.Subramaniam
5. Prasanna
6. Kadri
7. Mandolin Srinivas
and a few others, I just LOVE the feeling of the music playing in the background and setting the mood for my thoughtprocesses, naps and occasional bouts of work on Microsoft Word.
So much so, that I have tended to keep my conversation with wingmates over food to the minimum, and long to come back to the room and let the music takeover....
Has this been the best part of my love affair with music? I tend to think so.....
There is a constant train of thoughts on the transient nature of this all, when I will have to move into the real bad mad world a year from now, and this blissful state might have to die an early death. I shudder to think of that, and tend to pump up the volume at those times.....
Psycho! when did you master the art of evasion? Atleast you have finally become a master at one art! So stay happy and get back to the music dude.....

Summer Summary

The last 72 days have been good for me in 5 ways (I have spent this summer at home!!!, and thought I must post an entry on the gains),
1. I got to gain a few inches around my already well rounded waist, thanks to some excellent food, cooked by amma and chefs who run some of Chennai's top hotels. I must have visited close to 30 different restaurants for lunch, and got to savor varied cuisines. Good on me, I must say... Well, the extra pounds...errr....IIMB and its mess shall take care of them...I hope;)
2. Quality time with Giri, BK, Rama, Vatsa, Sriram, Bharat, Nanba... et al. I have not got to spend this much time with these important people, for the last 3 years now. BK making his one month trip coincide with my summers, and giri flying down twice, have been great blessings, and the booze sessions with Raama, Sriram and Vatsa have been wonderful fun - I dint miss Bangalore all that much;).
3. Mallu Music - Well, this has to be the best thing that's happened to me in the last few months, this gives me enough belief that, there are bound to be blissful nights of solitude in Bangalore in the year to come...
4. Movies - Thanks to Raama, my IMDB movie count has gone up by 200% and thanks to Satyam cinemas - my tryst with movie theatres have been renewed. So what if I watched some crappy movies?
5. No sales in life!!!! - Summers at Microsoft taught me this gospel truth.

I am packing my bags and proceeding to Bangalore in less than 18 hrs. Wish me luck for what should be a good year, in terms of fun and learning.

Of Strategic Sales and Syriana

The two parts of the topic are not related...by themselves.....except that one constitutes 5 days of my week, and the other is an example of a creation from an industry that keeps me alive the other 2 days to withstand the boredom from the first part....
I realized that there was no post in moi blog on my work.....it's specifically general. generally occasional, occasionally heavy....usually confusingly simple....and rarely simply confusing....
this many words plus that 2 word description "Strategic sales" are sufficient to describe...Moi work.....
A recent component of my work is decent....it involves getting into the dirty, stinking shoes of a private sector bank credit card salesman, who says "Sir, we are calling from $#@# bank...."
It's an experience in itself, that a so-called pampered kid who had it all easy in life needs to go through atleast once in life...Approaching people for appointments and going through repeated rudeness from pretentious PA's who say "He's in a meeting, why do you waste my time with all your calls!"...and finally on the fifth attempt, getting to speak to the senior manager who says "Why don't you contact me 4 days from now", and after subsequent subjection of the poor chap to repeated torture, a fifteen minute appointment.....
Traversing the trafficky roads of Hot Chennai, and quickly wiping the face of truckloads of sweat that flows as freely as freebies by political parties in chennai....before meeting the customer....with a faked "fresh and ready to go" look on the face, and a feigned smile that does Miss India aspirants proud....My god...respect to all the salesmen of this world...

The syriana part of my week is seriously good for me...cus I get to be me during that time...and what more could one ask for....

A Lonewolf stymied by Boredom and Monotony

The phrase says it all - about the Psycho, now also called Punithan and his life now in Chennai.

But phases don't last, that's why they are phases. And hope lasts.
This post won't last any longer though. Too bad.

Hyderabad Blues

The weekend that passed was spent at Hyd… A three day weekend was too valuable to spend laundering in hot, lonely Chennai. The psycho thus decided to explore the heat of the city of sultans. And it was a decision that he did not regret. Barring a frustrating train journey in a dirty, dusty compartment, and an auto journey in mad, almost Bangalore like traffic from Ameerpet to Secunderabad, the trip was worth the money and time.
Meeting up with an ol’ pal and an IIMB mate was as fun filled as expected. There were old times to catch up with and issues to clear, and for that, the psycho was happy he made the 700 km journey.
He also managed to visit a coffee shop Barista. How complete would a trip to Hyd be, without a visit to Prasadz? For formalities sake, being the loyal hyderabadi he was, The psycho also watched Taxi 9211, a really in-your-face and enjoyable movie.

Sunset > Sunrise

If Before Sunrise was gs (Good stuff for the uninitiated), its sequel, Before Sunset was unmitigatedly good....
was an Anbe Sivam level experience..what with the two protagonists discussing god, life, that three letter word and beyond....
And watched Rang De Basanti in Six Degrees - satyam's brand new theater all alone....
well that throws some light on my boredom n vettiness i guess....
Went to sleep tryin to watch Seven Samurai....
now its eight o clock...
so lemme stop...

Before Sunrise...

Is it a coincidence that Nestle sunrise had to base their legendary ad on a relationship?....The movie..Before Sunrise..is such a fascinating journey into relationships that all of u guys must watch it, while i shut up n go back to enjoy what is a hard earned vacation at home......
More such movie one line recommendations are due...
btw, exams ARE over..so is year one..waitin for the internship in the simmerin chennai heat n then for year two,..and a few friends who will be down for the summer....

A dream is born

A new dream...A lofty dream...That would yield a lotta satisfaction...Some fame, money n recognition in the process...
But TOUGH TOUGH to realize...
In fact a crazy n farfetched dream accordin to many...
But aint it the point of life....Setting unattainable mirages as goals and creating reality from these seemingly invisible products of vision.....
One year from now...The mirage shall clear....and reality shall surface....
But will I be in the fortunate position of not making out the disappearance of the mirage?
Time shall tell the tale...

It's been some days...

Since I was this relieved...
To use proprietary terms...
This week has been what the heck-tic...Exams, submissions, exchange program tension.....


Strong music, Good movies and ofcourse, my trusted "man -friday nights", here I am....

Work are there...After the 2 days of frenzied chilling out....
;)
And listenin to ARR's Godfather...no comments as of now...
And dudes...i promise to reply to mails better now on...for some days atleast...
have to rush to a class on a sleepy saturday afternoon...But then..such are the rules of this place...

Change?

A fundamental re-alignment of the scrambled jigsaw...into something pleasantly chaotic....
A blow-away of the wall-thick layer of illusion that has settled in...
A bulldozing of the unstructured eighth blunder of the world...the existing work-ethic
A cyclonic-washout of the sea-side slum built out of a lackadiasical loser attitude...
A construction of the incomplete and derelict Bannerghatta flyover - the forgotten confidence and self belief...
The resurrection of god's gift to human kind...Hope...
The re-discovery of the fundamental existential life blood - Purpose....
The tracking down of the specialist of the disappearing act...Ambition..

Change..
One word that will achieve all these...

The first rule of fight club is not to ask any questions....
to this post...
or to anything in life...

Those Times...

It was another time...another place...Closer to heaven...
The times we had...The memories...The fun..The petty fights....The Long hours...The blissful discussions....The feeling...The emotions...The ambitions...The highs...the lows...The rejuvenations...The small separations...The big conversations...The care...The warmth....The joys....The sorrows...The shocks...The recoveries......

And yet...ALL that are left are ashes of the burnt time...I remembered this seeing the ashes from my cigarette butt...What a powerful object...What a powerful object a relationship is.....

And ALL i can hope is to rise from these ashes...driven by hope n these fond n disturbing memories...to a journey that has to resist the disruptive power of the void.....a journey that is gonna take this lone traveller...WHERE???
but where......

The Psycho's work ethic

I rot n die till deadlines come....Then I die for the deadline, and let the deadline die...
then I rot and die again......

The Psycho....in Chennai

Chennai, a city that housed the psycho for such a long time....fails to hold magic now...
Girish was there, Amma, Appa, Veedu, naai kutty were there, but the charm has ceased to exist....
Why?
Am I a BAD man,
or because, the hype n expectations I used to build up everytime are no longer in the scheme of things?
Or because I feel lonely in Chennai...Yeah..that is the reason...The Lonely Psycho...yeah thats me...The mind often has its own reasons which reason can't explain....Prof Govi. thanks for that adage....

otherwise, Ranga - HBTY...hope u liked my gift...
Girish - thanks for givin me "Longing" the song, i hope i hav done enuf justice to an otherwise brilliant composition
Movies watched - Thavamai Thavamirundhu, Kanda Naal mudhal...
Both good stuff only....
The next Ance Sitco effort will not be a short film...that much for sure...we know what it is...
so watch out.....
Coming soon, to a computer screen near you....
Ance Sitco Productions present
"________________________ "

Don't Miss It.....

p.s
IIMB, I dint miss u....
I hope u dint miss me too...
I know u wont...