Sightings

Friendship

It was only after noticing the 12 odd bits of satiny fabric that were dumped on my dresser drawer by my sister that I realized the past week was “Friendship Week”. You see, unlike most people in this city, I don’t get 20 text messages that are basically different varieties of extremely creative poetry such as “Rozes r red, Violats r bloo, bt frndzz like u, r vrrry few!! happy frndshp week my dear frnd frndz forevaaaa!! 🙂 🙂 😉 ;-)” to gently remind me of the week’s specialty.
No, my friends don’t send me such messages, not because we prefer the silent comfort of knowing that we’re beyond such rhymes but because none of them are maarvadi.
But friendship, you see, is beyond maarvadi forwards.
Friendship, is earning + enjoyment.

Cutlery FAIL

A saltshaker, no less. 
Spotted in Sangeetha, R.A Puram. 

Also, I think their Chilli Parotta should carry a statutory warning for stomach ulcers.

In Pattu We Trust

The SICASA (South Indian Chartered Accountant Student Assosciation) conference was held on the 17th and 18th of December. I had expected some deathly boring sessions with one technical paper after another being catapulted at us.
I was mostly right. But you know what they say, every cloud has a silver lining.

No, No I’m not talking about the free food they gave us there. It was Pattu Sir’s (My Financial Management teacher) presentation. More than the presentation, it was this one video.

Disclaimer : Its not a funny vid by any means. Its inspirational type and it kicks ass!

Well now you know why, In Pattu We Trust.

You can read his entire speech over at his blog

God Shows Terrorists The Finger

In a rather shocking turn of events, it seems that the God himself has issued a rather strong message of condemnation with reference to the current order of things in the World.
The message left by Him was initially labeled as a “Mystery Mark” in the sky, but once a team of leading cryptologists around the world set to crack it, it was finally deciphered to being the international symbol of condemnation, commonly known as “The Finger”

“They be poppin’ homies trippin’ the big guy’s name, man! He ain’t pleased wi tha Jeehad shit, fo shizzle. And those guys, they gonna get served, ya get what I’m sayin’ man? Ma Brotha be havin some crazy skyllz”* said His spokesman, Gar00Dogg, upon further interrogation as to the exact reason behind this strong “Con-dayumm-nation”. He did not reveal anything more about God’s plans, but did reassure everything would become “fine….like Yo Mamma!” before launching into very loud and inappropriate laughter.

“I think like, what he’s like trying to like, say, is that he’s like pissed” said one leading cryptologist, following “The Finger” conclusion which was reached after much research and references with the latest technology in Cryptic Sciences, including the Harry Potter series.

Strangely enough, there have also been some bizarre sightings of an Old Indian man running about the streets screaming “Kalki is coming, Kalki is coming!” Eyewitnesses are especially perplexed. “I have been getting Kalki every week for the past two decades. I don’t find a reason to scream on the streets” said one resident, who wishes to remain anonymous.

With terrorism spreading everywhere in the world, this message comes as what could be a sign of things to come, say some other experts. “Dude, this is God showing the finger to those terrorist bastards, man. It’s a sign of like hope and maybe some more weird-ass things that could happen. Maybe it’s that Judgment Day thing that people keep talking about in Sunday School. I hope that’s covered in my Insurance, man.” said David Kinsley, President of The-International-Organization-Which-Holds-Emergency-Meetings-Whenever-There’s-A-Finger-In-The-Sky, after their emergency meeting in Geneva, whose attendance included Angelina Jolie-Pitt and her 25 children.

God, however, was unavailable for comment. Sources say that he was venting his anger on an Indian City by the name of Chennai, by diverting a cyclone in its direction and forcing its stranded residents to watch CNN-IBN, or worse, Times Now.

* – “It is unfortunate that these terrorists kill innocent lives in the name of God. Jihad is wrong, and pretty soon, God is going to be taking some serious action”

** – This picture, a fine example of excellence in photojournalism was taken by our special corespondent Ms.Chutney. Really.

Hatke Jhatke

No no, my Hindi hasn’t improved or anything. This is just the name of the latest chips variety the folks back at home have come up with. Very good, too. But surprisingly, their ad was just as good as their chips.

In another highly recommended video, we can see the effect of the current global recession on our NRI population. This is a highly prized piece of evidence which was discovered after much random clicking around in Youtube.:

In case you’re wondering, I do not know these wonderful men personally. But I sincerely wish I did.

Have a Happy Thursday!

The Week in Pictures

Behold, the SENSEX. Our client office (PNB House, PM Road) was a stone’s throw away from the core of Indian Business. The manager was only too happy to take us there and was polite enough to not laugh when we went on a snapping frenzy. It’s not everyday when you see the building which is the main cause of premature balding among Indian men today.

The view from our hotel room’s balcony – The Brabourne Stadium. My room mate was pretty apprehensive though, more so because the view from our senior’s room was fantastic, directly facing Marine Drive. We consoled ourselves saying we would wake up to a place where Tendulkar has hit centuries whereas they had to wake up to mushy couples doing their thing oblvious to the Uncle-jis and Aunty-jis huffing and puffing along Marine Drive.

Marine Drive at Night. We’d come back from office at around 7.45 pm and (actually the staff there would drive us out) get back only at around midnight after dinner. Marine Drive is the best place to waste time. While my colleagues would go on a picture taking spree I’d just sit there and tune out, in an attempt to figure out life, the universe and everything. Ofcourse, knowing me and my course of thoughts, I invariably ended up giggling, which I’m sure would have creeped my colleagues out to no end. But it is definitely the place to be, safe in the late hours and even if you don’t figure out the meaning of life or where your life is heading, it temporarily takes you to a world where there is no hassle, no problems and no complications. Although its not permanent, its nice.

Gateway of India. When we went there, it wasn’t the most impressive of sights, especially because renovation work was going on. We spent close to an hour here, trying to find a Bhelpuri guy who was apparently featured in the Times of India. Our mission was unsuccessful but we were after Bhel with a vengeance. Finally we spotted one Bhel fellow in Colaba. Even though it wasn’t the best, we were strangely happy. Bhel does these things to you.
I loved every single detail in the Taj Mahal hotel. It’s something else. Right from the historical background to the Top designer stores inside it today, it screams Bombay!
No trip to Bombay is complete without the pigeons!
My first trip on the infamous trains of Bombay. Figuring out the Mumbai city railway systemwas quite an ordeal but I’m really glad I did take a ride on them. It was great. And I’m really proud of this picture, I was at my inconspicuous best when I took it. Apart from the aunty staring into my phone as I took it and the kid in the queue who kept pointing at me as though I’m some kind of terrorist, nobody noticed!

Leopold’s! For all the hype about how it’s been around since 1871 and the Shantaram mention, I found the food to be remarkably average. The coke in my coke float was warm. But the grilled sandwich was ok. I managed to go to Leopold’s twice. The first time, my cousin V (Yes Adi, V is for V only) took me there for dinner. The pasta was also decent. Service was kind of lousy though. We totally embarrassed ourselves singing along with the music that was playing. Our rendition of “Hero” was particularly sidesplitting, it was actually intended to be cruel and unusual punishment to the cafe for bringing our garlic bread 45 minutes late.

I love the taxis of Bombay. The rickety Fiat cars were our lifeline there. And they use the meter! At this juncture, isn’t it the same petrol prices prevailing across the country? Then how is it that it’s only in Namma Chennai that meters ‘kattupadiagaadhu’? Go figure!

Home & dry. Nothing quite like the smell of Madras garbage to arouse the senses into embracing your hometown now is there?

Lights On!

Happiest Deepavali Everyone!

And in case you were wondering, I painted those Diyas.
Yes, I did.
And no, I still don’t know why I chose Finance over Design.