Another reason to love this city

Just another day! I m travelling from home to college by bus. There is a huge traffic jam at a 4-road crossing, with no traffic signals or police.

The bus is stagnant for almost 10 minutes. I tried to look out through the window. Could see nothing more than a sea of vehicles meeting each other in all directions. I thought we were going to be stuck there for the next one hour.

Then suddenly there is movement. I wondered how it could be resolved so quickly.

As the bus moved closer to the junction, I see 4-5 shopkeepers helping the traffic to dissolve!!

I could not imagine another city with such a spirit of unity!

I have fallen in love with this city once again!

Art Of Learning!

Have u ever wondered how do u learn new skills?

I had never given much thought to it until the day I could not learn something new!

I had always been a fast learner.. be it riding a bicycle, or a motor bike or writing a program.. I always somehow knew it beforehand, or that is what I used to feel whenever I got to do something new and I could learn it real quick. So I never really paid attention to the art of learning.. I just assumed it as a way of life, until came Friday!

I had been to Essel World on Friday. It has a ice skating rink.. I had never tried ice-skating.. Infact I had never even tried skating on wheels.. I thought why not give it a try.. It shouldnt be difficult.

Confidently wore the shoes, and walked into the ice rink, just to meet my biggest fall! To get back on my feet was a challenge. The instructors in there gave me a hand, and some tips on how to move around without loosing my balance. I tried for more than an hour. I was cold and badly bruised by then. I decided to GIVE UP! I could not understand how I could not learn something which others could do!

Then I realised that I have grown old. The first fall had created a kind of fear within me, the fear of falling, the fear of getting hurt. This held me back from trying. To learn a new skill, you must try until you succeed.

While I was younger, I did not care for the wounds or the pain followed. I did not care for the scars it could leave. All that mattered was to do it. But now... Do I sound like I m 80 already!! @#$^&*@#$

Goof up #n

I bought a bed yesterday, that wont fit into my room :(

Lady on my bed.

It was 4 in the morning. Nature's call forced me to wake up from my slumber. My eye lids were heavy and sleep forced me to keep them closed. Yet the call was urgent and had to get up.

Slowly I opened my eyes and in the dark, I could see an image of an elderly woman seated at the end of my bed. She looked worn out and did not move. I thought it was the kind of images darkness forces you to see as you open your eyes. So I closed my eyes again, waited for a few seconds and then tried to look again. She seemed to be there just the way she had been. She hadn't moved by an inch!

The usual fear created by the power of my imagination creeped in. I closed my eyes again wondering how powerful my hallucinations have become. They had now started to take definite shapes and linger for much longer than just glimpses!

I lay with my eyes closed. Some thoughts were trying to analyse the image, while some trying to shoo the image away. Who could it be? Or is it just the way curtain falls in the darkness? Or do ghosts really exist? But the nature's call interrupted me reminding of my presence and my need to take a visit to you know where. So I looked again, and she was right there!

I got freaked and screamed out my room-mate's name. She turned the lights on, only to find NO ONE at the end of my bed!

Guess I scared the poor lady away ;)

Come home for DOSA!

Goofing up has become a part of being me. Today’s story is just another one of my deeds, in fact I would call it 'being myself'.

Being a south-Indian I am expected to be good at making dosas. Once in a while they do turn out perfectly circular, crisp and in one piece! Last evening was one such times where everything seemed right. I assumed to have perfected the art. I had enough batter left and chutney to go with it.

So I decided to make dosas for all my friends and flaunt my skills. I invited everyone who was in the staffroom home for dosa and tea. Six of my friends trusted me and came home as well! My room mate and her boyfriend were also at home. This means I had to serve for nine plates.

I confidently took the batter and added some water. When the tava was hot I tried to spread the batter with the spoon, just like a professional. Unfortunately it did not need any 'spreading'. It was already 'flowing'. The “some” water that I had mixed was actually a LOT of water. So, you can now imagine the state of my dosas!

Everyone got to try their expertise with the art, but the batter did not seem to give in. We threw some of the dosas, while we landed up eating some sticky ones. Everyone complimented the chutney, that I had bought from a near by shop, instead of commenting on the dosas. Wasn't that really sweet of them!

Whether we had good butter dosas as planned or not, we sure had a good tea and a good time together.