A period of self-deception...
Adulthood is a period of self-deception said RK Narayan and i say these were wonderful words which poured out of RK's Pen. I was traveling in the MTC bus ( Managara perunthu as i fondly call it) when i saw this young kid crying.When asked the reason behind his tears, he mentioned that he forgot to buy the India Map for his Geography class.Apparently not having the India map for the Geography class is considered blasphemous in his school. A sense of deja vu gripped me. I still remember those painful days at school and Under Graduation .Never would i dare to say " those were the days....". Guess its natural for one to hate school and college. I still shudder at the thought of the lab classes, the teachers, and the pain that they made us go through. Post Graduation was probably better in my life. I was totally oblivious to my surroundings and went about doing whatever i felt like.Work has always been lot better.I don't understand why employment is considered to be a dreaded period in ones life. Guess it's natural for one to romanticize the past and crib about the present. But RK's words will always remind us of our attempts at self-deception.

a tribute to our public transport....
Our public transport is probably the last system one would pay tribute to, but i am inclined to do so as i see it as a microcosm of what we are. As a dispassionate observer,one gets to see a variety of emotions displayed in every journey.It is these things that make living in this country such a wonderful experience.Sanity in mayhem is what one gets to see here.If it weren't for these we would be just another country.Sample this - A lazy journey in the electric train from Tambaram to Chengalpet. No seats available , sat on the floor.A group of men singing old MGR and Sivaji tunes.A young window dishing out her life story without any intention of inviting pity.Me thanking the Indian Railways for providing the canvas on which such scenes could be painted. I wish i were a painter. Just wondered how it would have looked from outside, me being part of the canvas. The train sirened its intention to ease itself at the Chengelpet station.Parted ways .Life is indeed beautiful.