Chennai –yil oru mazhaikalam

Strange thing this ,the one called the human mind, how it can spring up a whole new world of thoughts , emotions and reminiscence even when your soaking wet to the skin, sitting on ur bike in a traffic clogged  road, with overflowing manholes right below ur feet. And hair plastered to your face in the downpour and the smoke from the exhaust of the bike in front of u right on ur face……you just cant help but appreciate how romantic it is, when it pours in Chennai…and you smile to urself at the very thought- “Life can’t get any better than this”

I was returning home after a long hard day at office, it was 8:30pm at Madhya Kailash.It was raining cats and dogs, hampsters and cows. So much for my useless pride of the habit of not using RainCoats,Just a flimsy duppata on my head which definitely wasn’t serving its purpose and Enya’s “Only Time”, faintly playing in my player, I felt drops of rain now flowing from my forehead down  the bridge of my nose and dripping from its tip. I fancied a glance at my watch, Its been exactly 17mins I’ve been standing in the same place on the same god forsaken road. My stomach cramps backed by a terrible back pain was definitely not helping matters.The rain floods on the road, was now ankle deep.

Suddenly and momentarily it happened. All the noise around, the sound of the vehicles blaring, the rain pounding suddenly ceased, As if someone muted the audio using a remote.I slowly got lost in deep thoughts... 

With Enya playing as the BGM…I pondered…..

How I wish, I had someone to offer a ride back home,

How I wish, I had someone who could call or sms me to know, if I’m

 safe in the rain.,

How I wish,I had someone to lend me his jacket in the cold.,

How I wish, I had someone to watch “Varanam Aiyram” with on rainy Saturday afternoon.,

How I wish, I had someone to have molaka bhajji with on a stormy besant nagar beach…………….

The next thing I knew, I had cold, slimy water splashed full on my face from a Santro driven by an ass**** on the other side of the road who chose to demonstrate his driving skills in the current conditions. I also got a mouthful of the same questionable water which was just few seconds back,flowing on the road.It took me some time to get back from my dream world to the nasty Madhya Kailash junction. Forcing myself not to think about the possible things that may or may not have mixed with this splashed rain water, I spat onto the road cursing loudly at the moron driving the car. I frantically looked around if anyone had noticed the little fiasco I had.. hehe…thank god..no one did…

And then, the vehicles movement eased out, as the traffic started flowing…

I could’nt stop from laughing at myself all through my ride back home. Its crazy how rain can play with your mind, even at the ficklest of circumstances you are in. Nevertheless, Life goes on…

Life is nothing when we get everything. But Life is everything when we miss something.

Say cheese!!!! Say wat??!!!

Taking a leaf out of Anoop's book or rather his blog “101 DAYS 101 CLICKS...ON RANDOM”,  below is my first click. I know watcha thinking,..Its not all that great, I know that…I’ve clicked better pics, But this one, I dunno is kinda special for some reasons.But, It’s

 a start……I guess!

Object of interest: A bunch of virtual roses, sent to me by a good friend of mine.

Location : My den, My desk, My world or whatever.

Editing tools :Photoshop CS3.

Technique used: Layer masking.

*********Readers discretion advised***********

Dedicated to Rahul (as requested)

9:25 pm, Friday night…50km/hr…one scooty and one drunken girl.

All she was thinking about, the whole drive back home 

was if she’ll be booked for drunken driving.She was a novice in this game of booze., As the wind whipped her hair,  her eyes watered in the pace she was driving and everything shimmered romantic in the night. Even the most annoying "Nandanam" signal suddenly seemed liked a haven for Hawaiians. The red traffic light somehow magically looked green, as she jumped the signal to numerous curses from the on coming traffic with a sly smile on her face. She cared less, as she was enjoying every moment of her subconscious state of driving. And she loved it…

It all started with a goblet,.It was the most beautiful goblet she had ever seen, bent, shaped and slender in the right places . The stem of the globlet perfectly fit between her fingers resting on her palm as if its sole purpose of being was being solved.However what added more glamour was the thing within.Deep brown, clear unsedimented, bubbly liquid. It shone like the very elixir of life she always wanted to taste.And excitement gripped her , as she was just moments away from having her dream fulfilled.

She gently brought the goblet and dipped slightly towards her lips.The cold rim of the glass was the first she felt, and then it flowed, like a brook of a river which always knew where its destination was gonna be. She immediately closed her eyes to separate her self to all distractions around her and to unidirection her mind to the liquid stimulating her taste buds and then it touched her throat.She felt something like a burning sensation in the throat. Twenty three years of grooming watching Tamil cinema, the take away was “Your throat burns when u booze”. And then it happened……

Me: “EEewwwwwwwwwwwwwww………and I puked into the cup…Damn…its “narasus kappi dicauction”……………….” 

Me: ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?.....(wat was I thinking)

After few moments of struggling and retching to digest the fact that, this is how “Irish coffee with a tinge of whiskey” tastes like…..I slammed the damn glass cup (its no goblet) on the table in disgust

NOTE::The above post is an extremely exaggerated version of what should have been a “cup of coffee at CCD”.The first paragraph is what I imagined myself to be after having “Irish coffee” which supposedly has a tinge of whiskey(apparently only in the A la carte).The last para is what actually happened.

For the benefit of intelligent civilization like me, here’s a pictorial representation of what “Irish Coffee” actually is………and its composition.