Thou are safe!

The thought of a bomb going off near you when you are in a marketplace runs an icy chill down your spine. The spontaneous “Not Me” thought becalms you, while you remain oblivious of the possibility of being hit by a meteor the very next moment.

I salute the strength of the human spirit.

Curing Blue With Purple

A wicked world and a wearisome week invariably drive you to the haze. Instantly, the world inverts - a friendly fraternity and a healing aura all around. The Sultans of Rock soothe your ears and comfort your drudged mind. As spirits descend, spirits ascend. A thoroughly cured thyself are now ready for the world.

An ode to Purple Haze - our second home.

Being Normal

My sundry insight of the day:
It normal to be weird, but weird to be normal. Most of life’s effort goes in trying to be normal, which is weird.

When it rains, it pours!

Earlier, I had mentioned that leaving the premises of the great city we live in can be rewarding in many ways. So, we packed our bags and headed towards the land of rains – Malnad.

Not many things in this wide world can comprehensively pacify SC’s intergalactic musings, VH’s tantrums, SA’s never-ending stints of slumber, SM’s notes on Anthropology and world history and my ramblings on technology. All we could do was sit and watch the barrage from the skies. But enterprising as we always were, we decided to go footloose.

On one ordinary Sunday morning, there we were, far away from the world, dancing in the rain.

Behold!

Good is the experience of traveling in Singapore’s MRT. Even better is the experience of traveling on India’s Railbus.


The Railbus gives you a “view of things” like no other. Strongly recommended; irony unintended.