Getting past the road block

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Other day I was going through 1000awesomethings to fetch an awesome moment. Then I saw this post about road blocks. It’s universal, but it’s worst in Bangalore and in India’s underdeveloped roads.

Many times when I on the road, I have found myself behind a seeming never ending traffic-jam. I find it taxing to move inch by inch, especially in my oil stained bullet. Suddenly as I close near the bottleneck, I find the reason for road block too silly to make this long line.

And what a felling you get past the road block to the open road.

Awesome!

Coffee Talk

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coffee day conversationWhat’s better idea than sipping hot cup of coffee on a chilly weather (26°C | 19°C) in Bangalore . Despite being flooded with polluting expats like me, Bangalore still retains its charming weather. As we move towards the chill Christmas season, I’m getting ready to enjoy endless cups of coffee.

Moreover, it’s the season to be jolly, jolly. I’m going to search and play all the Jim Reeves music I have stored in my hard disk. For some reason, I always get a nostalgic and sentimental listening to Jim Reeves, esp during Xmas time.

Are you like me?.

Sleep Positions

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I had a hard time catching sleep during my train trip to Kerala. I was in side lower, thought my fav was lower berth. I feel left out in the dark when train commuters goes to sleep very early. Most of the folks have dinner by 20:00 hrs. By 21:00 hrs people are ready shuffling their sheets and all the buzz to lower the berth.

This time was no exception. I was reading Chase, but soon I had to abandon it due to poor lighting. Next best thing I could do in the dim light was to watch other people’s sleeping positions.

It’s kind of funny to watch strangers sleep. People so distant, so different, totally different are sleeping close to each other. One Mallu girl with glasses was sleeping with wild abandon, with legs wide apart. It gave a sort of kinky feeling.

Kochu Veli Express

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I frequently board Kochu Veli train to reach my home town. Mostly it’s in the sleeper class or three tier ( Summer time.) Every time I travel, I wish I could connect or interact with some stranger. But off late, I’m running into bad luck. I don’t get any interesting fella or lady for a good conversation. What’s the use of having dozens of coffee/tea in Indian train without using that time to share new ideas across the seat.

I wonder if there’s any site to find & connect with other commuters in the same trip.

I did a search and found few sites that allow travelers to interact. I’m not sure if these work the way I think. Soon we’ll be having mobiles to search locally & meet with like minded souls, till then we either has to stare at the opposite beauty or take an effort to break the ice.

Lonely World

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Last week, I saw a freak road accident. One fellow dashed his bike to another autoriksha. The impact threw him on the road. For few seconds he was on the road in pain. Soon, people rushed to tend him.

While he was alone in his pain, I thought of his loved ones. All those who would cry for him.But today he was alone with his pain on the tarmac. Little does his friends, relatives, dear ones know what’s happening to him. Most of them at another part of Bangalore would be carrying life in their own world.
Yes, this happens to all of us. Today is his turn!
Pain is personal. Pain is traumatic. When you had pain, did you long for someone who understood your pain? Or do you endure it all alone, as I do? Do you secretly wish there was a friend or relative to share all those little hurts in life?

But life in the city gives very little time to share in other persons grief. We rush past our own life, with little care  to other’s life.

Most of us has adapted to the shallow life, or conveniently ignore others hardships?

Circle of Friends

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89% of people of show biz has limited buzz value. At one point of time, they claim all the attention, from the center spreads of tabloids to the rumor pages of movie. But what happens when they fade from the public eye? How do they cope up with such void? Do they find their solace in family or do they chew the old flagging memories? Or do they still yearn for the time when they wished they had bit more privacy?

This is a thought that crossed my mind. Since I don’t know any celebrity, I can’t ask them? If you’re one, you can tell me. Thanks.

Lonely & Facebooking

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Today’s new social media phenomenon has gotten everyone on the social media loop. Day is not complete without checking the rants and raves in FB or twitter. This few seconds or minutes of time spend on these sites are gnawing on my personal life.

Despite all these new age social networking sites, my life is far too lonely. Why has it not improved my social life? Why am I still tinkering with my status? Is all in the futile attempt to get close to the zombies out there?

Cops in Dance Floor

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It looks like Bangalore Police & politics are becoming more comical by the day.

First the Panther patrol cops started with their presence in front every bar and Pub. The way they enforced the 11:30 ban was surprising by Indian standards. No matter what, they made sure the water holes closes by 11:30.
Second rule tried to limit English medium school. But it sadly backfired. Thanks for the judiciary.
Third and the latest Thamasha. Cops are going to keep a close, personal eye inside the dance bars.
Wonder if they are teaching moral lessons to the Indians. I wonder if it’s all spawned from the BJP ideology of cleansing our culture.

Another Sunday Mass

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There’s always some story to share after a Sunday Mass at St Patrick’s Church. This time its again about the women. Why?

To quote from ” The catcher in the Rye”, – Women kill me. They really do. I don’t mean I’m oversexed or anything like that –

The priest who spoke had a very queer animated way of expressing his story. He used a lot’s of hand gestures, topped with blasting voice. Sounded like a Mallu. At the end of his sermon, I couldn’t recollect his Biblical quotes nor any parables.
Girls & Mothers
Today a young teen girl collected the offerings. She wore a red top, showed off her black bra straps. In my eye, she was young, naive but looked potentially lethal.

All through the mass, I watched the young mother and her daughter who sat opposite to my pew. I was gazing at their beautiful hair, so healthy & fresh. With my salt & pepper hair, I just love those healthy locks.