Reflections of a restless eccentric

After a long time,I have something funny to write about:D Feels good! Some things never change,they say.It's true,you know.I thought Ramya would turn over a new leaf after she got married.But no,she's as hilarious as ever.So I'm going to chronicle one of her recent follies for posterity:P In the middle of an afternoon that couldn't be described as anything but mundane,my phone vibrates. Hey Prash! Remind me this evening.I have to tell you a story. Cool.Will do. But come evening,I was subjected to a journey that drained me of all but the will to crash on my bed and fall asleep.I didn't even remember that I had to call her. The next day though,I somehow did remember. Hey,sorry.What was this about? This evening then. I basically have to tell you the shirt story. Shirt?!! After ten minutes of mentally iterating through all the eccentric anecdotes my brain could conjure up containing the word shirt,I reluctantly concluded that none of them could possib

Purple. Orange. Blue. Gold. The sky is displaying its breathtakingly glorious plumage.The tall skyscrapers that dwarf the highway on either side are swathed in an orange glow that only dusk can bestow. The sodium vapor lamps slowly flicker to life. A majestic skywalk connects one side of the road to the other. People, like ants, bustle about perpetually on it, silhouetted against the purple light of evening. I watch, lost for a moment. From cave dwellers to this, how did we get here? It seems like a tremendous achievement.  A minute later,darkness descends all around, enveloping me like a shroud. All I can see now are the red taillights of countless vehicles that inch forward like a video playing at quarter speed. I search in vain for the magical glow and the awe that I felt just a minute before. But the moment is past and they've both disappeared as if they never existed. My window slowly turns opaque as if to shut off the world outside. From peaceful homes to vehicle-ridden

Like I said,I'm spending a lot of time traveling.So I thought, why not narrate anecdotes that span from hilarious to weird to borderline insane!  Before I start,just to clarify,kannada is one of my native languages and I am reasonably fluent in both the written and spoken forms of the language. I was traveling by the infamous BMTC just yesterday when the conductor stopped by. Samanya seveya masika appane cheetiyannu torisi. Wait,what? A dozen page faults later,it struck me that he was asking for my pass.Why couldn't he just say pass torsi like every other normal conductor? I wondered.Since I had the pass ready in my hand already,he was oblivious to my momentary expression of bewilderment.The passengers around me,  however, weren't and a few of them giggled while others laughed outright. Gurutina cheeti ideya? Id card. I was prepared this time and the lookup happened instantaneously. I extended the ID card towards him. He concluded that my language skills were

Written on a random impulse--not well thought out!   Let me start with a word that strikes me as ambiguous in its connotations. Settle When you hear this word,what are the images that come to your mind? Possibility 1 :A serene,calm and happy life.Stability.A steady routine that comforts you by removing all elements of uncertainty.Ripples of familiarity that are as soothing as the sounds of a babbling brook. A feeling of contentment at having reached the zenith of your life. Possibility 2 : You dread the very word.It feels claustrophobic to even think about.Images of stagnant water.A closed horizon of possibilities.A path that you have walked a million times before with nothing left to discover.A dead end with nothing to look forward to.A routine that is monotonous simply because it is predictable and entails no creative thought. The dictionary defines it as Settle(verb) adopt a more steady or secure style of life, especially in a permanent job and home. Although this

Today,after a long awaited meeting with my undergrad gang,I was on the way back home when a friend texted me. I reached home. Although this is a perfectly innocuous statement to make,it was precisely the wrong moment for it.(Or perhaps the right.Depends on which way you look at it:P) It was peak hour traffic at its worst and I was stuck at the same signal since ten minutes.As wonderful as the day was,it was also tiring.I also happened to be suffering from a lot of cumulative exhaustion. As a result,I was frustrated by this seemingly harmless statement. It brought forth a mental tirade that should have actually occurred aeons ago. Why is it that I'm always the farthest one from any place? Why is it that I always have to leave considering the time and its ramifications on traffic? I can never linger at any place--I always have to be the first to leave and yet the last to reach home. Why is it that I spend one sixth of my life in travel and at that in the most tiresome way

I can't find my digital signature. He makes a puppy dog face,which translates to Please come and help me look. Did you look in your bags? Yes. What about your cupboard? Not there. In my head,I think What's the point? You've already looked in all your usual haunts.I don't see what more I can do. Yet,I cannot bring myself to refuse and trudge wearily up the stairs. Out of the many things I abhor on this planet,searching for a lost item is somewhere in the top 20.Especially when it's someone else's.You'll realize why.Keep reading.:P I look again in all the places that I previously suggested,drawing a blank. When did you last use it? Somewhere in November. And you're positive you carried it in one of these bags? Yes. Let's see..think this out loud for me.You went about your work,came back home with your bag.Now,can you outline what would have gone on in your head? Huh...umm...I don't know.