You who have darkenened my days
Made my nights a sleepless daze
They fall from me, angry tears
Mute curses I throw at your ears
Do you have an inkling to what I feel?
Do you see anger in my eyes of steel?
What sin was it that I did
in a previous birth, now I'm punished
Will pretty sunshine
Ever be mine?
Or will my dreams
Be endless screams?
Hope moves me along
Ever so strong
For you may bend me, all you might
Break will I never, in my might
I pity you savagely, heart of stone
For your errors, may you atone
What a sad life you must lead
Without Love in your stead
You may lie, saying you don't need
A heart of love, but do heed
Love can be received, only if given
and 'tis what makes this world, heaven.
Jul 23, 2007
Jul 17, 2007
Music that melts
This man exceeds superlatives.
What a gift it must be to be able to move others' souls? How will it feel to be like Ilayaraja, the man loved by millions ?
This is a wonderful piece of his, that I never can hear enough.
What a gift it must be to be able to move others' souls? How will it feel to be like Ilayaraja, the man loved by millions ?
This is a wonderful piece of his, that I never can hear enough.
Jul 14, 2007
A Ride in the Rain
It all started with Niv.
"I'm so bugged today", she said.
The work day came to an end and Mat asked her, "hey do u wanna go for an icecream?".
Niv was like, "No lets go to the beach. I just wanna take a good break".
Mat was incredulous. "Did you see the time? Its pretty late. we should've started long back if you wanted to go the beach".
"Oh come on, its not that late. We can still go and come back home early", Niv convinced her friend.
They hardly had travelled 10 minutes when big drops of rain splattered around them.
"Oooh rain!", they cried in unison.
"Thank god you're wearing that helmet. We can reach the beach even in the rain. It's gonna be fun man!", Mat was excited.
In a few minutes they were soaked to the skin and the rain was falling in big sheets.
"Why don't we turn back?", Niv was concerned. "Yeaaaaa, it IS kinda heavy", Mat ageed. A stupendously loud thunder blasted in agreement. The dark gray sky was streaked with the silver wires. The sky was a rock concert!
Mat had a weird idea, "Why dont we just go for a ride?".
Niv nodded in glee, "oh yea, lets take the GST road".
It was a heavenly love affair. The rain loved these two girls who loved it back fervently!
It's now Niv's turn for the weird idea, "Hey lets grab some samosas somewhere. They'll be good to eat in the rain".
"Oooh yes lets!".
So they turned around, entered a side road, at the end of which they reached a subway.
Mat was not keen to cross that. "Hey you sure about this? What if we get stuck in the middle?".
They stopped the vehicle and stared at the expanse of road ahead, hidden beneath the rain water that's atleast knee deep.
"Go on girls", a man next to them in a bike bid them. And that's all it took.
Niv accelerated.
"Wheeee", they both shrieked. It was like trying to drive a bike in a river.
But the scooty managed to get them safely scross to the other side.
"Man my bike is something, huh? Great going!", Niv was proud of her and bike's accomplishment.
Finally they found a shop outside of which they parked their vehicle. Standing in the rain, drenched to the skin, with their teeth chattering in the cold, munching hot puffs, these girls had the time of their lives!
"I'm so bugged today", she said.
The work day came to an end and Mat asked her, "hey do u wanna go for an icecream?".
Niv was like, "No lets go to the beach. I just wanna take a good break".
Mat was incredulous. "Did you see the time? Its pretty late. we should've started long back if you wanted to go the beach".
"Oh come on, its not that late. We can still go and come back home early", Niv convinced her friend.
They hardly had travelled 10 minutes when big drops of rain splattered around them.
"Oooh rain!", they cried in unison.
"Thank god you're wearing that helmet. We can reach the beach even in the rain. It's gonna be fun man!", Mat was excited.
In a few minutes they were soaked to the skin and the rain was falling in big sheets.
"Why don't we turn back?", Niv was concerned. "Yeaaaaa, it IS kinda heavy", Mat ageed. A stupendously loud thunder blasted in agreement. The dark gray sky was streaked with the silver wires. The sky was a rock concert!
Mat had a weird idea, "Why dont we just go for a ride?".
Niv nodded in glee, "oh yea, lets take the GST road".
It was a heavenly love affair. The rain loved these two girls who loved it back fervently!
It's now Niv's turn for the weird idea, "Hey lets grab some samosas somewhere. They'll be good to eat in the rain".
"Oooh yes lets!".
So they turned around, entered a side road, at the end of which they reached a subway.
Mat was not keen to cross that. "Hey you sure about this? What if we get stuck in the middle?".
They stopped the vehicle and stared at the expanse of road ahead, hidden beneath the rain water that's atleast knee deep.
"Go on girls", a man next to them in a bike bid them. And that's all it took.
Niv accelerated.
"Wheeee", they both shrieked. It was like trying to drive a bike in a river.
But the scooty managed to get them safely scross to the other side.
"Man my bike is something, huh? Great going!", Niv was proud of her and bike's accomplishment.
Finally they found a shop outside of which they parked their vehicle. Standing in the rain, drenched to the skin, with their teeth chattering in the cold, munching hot puffs, these girls had the time of their lives!
The Parallel Universe Theory
I was reading Micheal Crichton's Timeline when I came across this concept of "Parallel Universes" or the "Multiverse".
The Multiverse sounds like a poem but it's not. It's the concept of many universes co existing paralelly. This also connects us to Time travel and stuff like these. The book was fascinating.
Can such a thing be?
Take, for example, me. When I'm at home, talking to my mother, I live in the world of relatives and their craziness. When I'm with my father, well that's a completely different world! When I'm with my cousin and family I live in a world of fun and well that's a different world too! With my friends it's a world of amazing camaraderie. With my colleagues, its a world of programming and deadlines and meetings and stuff. When I'm by myself, ah well, now that's a world I love. A world with my quirky thoughts and splendid dreams.
So..do parallel universes exist? Yessiree! At a teeny weeny tiny micro cosmic level they do...for me! And I know for a fact there are many kindred souls out there, existing in all their universes and going strong!
You go people!
The Multiverse sounds like a poem but it's not. It's the concept of many universes co existing paralelly. This also connects us to Time travel and stuff like these. The book was fascinating.
Can such a thing be?
Take, for example, me. When I'm at home, talking to my mother, I live in the world of relatives and their craziness. When I'm with my father, well that's a completely different world! When I'm with my cousin and family I live in a world of fun and well that's a different world too! With my friends it's a world of amazing camaraderie. With my colleagues, its a world of programming and deadlines and meetings and stuff. When I'm by myself, ah well, now that's a world I love. A world with my quirky thoughts and splendid dreams.
So..do parallel universes exist? Yessiree! At a teeny weeny tiny micro cosmic level they do...for me! And I know for a fact there are many kindred souls out there, existing in all their universes and going strong!
You go people!
Jul 11, 2007
The Flower Rock
"Coorg is almost flooded!" - our gang was dejected at this news.
"So are we calling off the trip?"
We had planned for a weekend at Coorg and the trip was in danger of being dropped. That's when Naveen suggested Poomparai.
Poomparai - first time I had heard of this village. Supposed to be an hour's drive away from Kodaikkanal, this sounded like a good destination for us almost burnt out chennai-ites!
After a lot of Last minute plannings and confusions friday night found us on our way to Kodai. The little Maruti 800 mustered up all her energy to shoot us across the potholed roads. Saturday morning at the Kodai foothills we met the gang from b'lore and swapped vehicles.
We girls were unceremoniously bundled into the monster of a bus. The bus was built for load but defnitely not for speed. After a very slow and sluggish journey up the hills we reached the Kodai town and were met by a man with a Bolero from the resort where we were to stay.
Now that guy knew how to drive! He whisked us through the mountain side and we reached our cottages.
The Wilusa Holiday homes made a very favorable first impression on us! The rooms were neat and sweet and confusingly constructed. That made it all the more endearing. Our love with the cottages lasted until we found out that there was no water supply. Housekeeping informed us that once the power supply is back we'll get water!!
Ah well, philosophers that we were, wanting to waste no more time inside those rooms, I and Nivi set out on a small expedition to explore!
When a girl who's completely brought up in a concrete jungle of a city is let loose in a mountain side filled with little paths snaking from her, can you blame her for losing her head??
I was completely enthralled with the possibilities of adventure that lay before me. Armed with a stick(I had heard that if u keep tapping the undergrowth while walking in a forest path, snakes won't come near you. They can sense the vibration or whatever) and a camera we set out. We could see a waterfalls in the distance and we decided to reach it. Though we never reached it, we did end up discovering a small brook that actually fed the falls, with numerous distractions of side paths on the way!
After a while, when others came in search of us, we realised how late it had become and walked back to the cottage, all the while listening to remonstrations on how unsafe our act had been!
Then in the evening we found that only our tiny maruti was available to take us out. The bolero was making some other rounds. Of the eight, Five of us bundled into the car (no mean task, given the size of my fellow travellers!) and visited the main Kodai town for an hour of cycling around the lake and some shopping.
We started back when it was almost dark. There we were, driving through the dark mountain, five people who are all new to the area. We were discussing the next day's plan. Sunday was to start with a trekking to see Bisons. Suddenly, Satya who was driving shouted out, 'hey look, a bison!'. Sure enough, there it was. Standing at the side of the road, blinking in our headlights, munching away and looking as contented as a...cow! Then farther down, our headlights caught a wild hare in the act of crossing the road! Even farther down, our headlights caught a bridge. Even if the others didn't pull us up, this one sure did. All of us thought "That wasn't there when we came!". About turn. "We missed a turning, and I know where" - Man! Was I glad to hear our driver say this!
Saying hello to our friend the bison again, we finally reached the cottages. The temperature had dropped considerably and our hands were beginning to freeze. The idea of a Bonfire was gladly welcomed and the resort people took us to a big clearing that had been dug out a precipice. We settled in the stone seats around the fire and partook of our dinner.
Sitting around the fire, talking, we lost all count of time. When we woke up the next morning no one had any energy for trekking! We just lazed around. When we were waiting for the others to get ready, I and Nars went on another of those walks in the countryside. We took another unexplored path and ended up at a pasture like clearing. I took one look around and felt that I had stepped into an Enid Blyton. There was a green green meadow below me, dotted with black goats and an authentic goatherd! To add to the already pretty picture, we came upon a tiny babbling brook!!!
Dipping our feet in the ice cold water, yakking away to heart's content - Pleasures of the countryside!
After a while, we bundled up again in the two cars and bid adieu to the lovely village. It was back to Kodai for boating and cycling and walking around the lake! When it was dark, we started back, singing lustily at the top of our voices, with the mountain air working our lungs! Now that was one fun-filled, memorable trip wasn't it??!!!
"So are we calling off the trip?"
We had planned for a weekend at Coorg and the trip was in danger of being dropped. That's when Naveen suggested Poomparai.
Poomparai - first time I had heard of this village. Supposed to be an hour's drive away from Kodaikkanal, this sounded like a good destination for us almost burnt out chennai-ites!
After a lot of Last minute plannings and confusions friday night found us on our way to Kodai. The little Maruti 800 mustered up all her energy to shoot us across the potholed roads. Saturday morning at the Kodai foothills we met the gang from b'lore and swapped vehicles.
We girls were unceremoniously bundled into the monster of a bus. The bus was built for load but defnitely not for speed. After a very slow and sluggish journey up the hills we reached the Kodai town and were met by a man with a Bolero from the resort where we were to stay.
Now that guy knew how to drive! He whisked us through the mountain side and we reached our cottages.
The Wilusa Holiday homes made a very favorable first impression on us! The rooms were neat and sweet and confusingly constructed. That made it all the more endearing. Our love with the cottages lasted until we found out that there was no water supply. Housekeeping informed us that once the power supply is back we'll get water!!
Ah well, philosophers that we were, wanting to waste no more time inside those rooms, I and Nivi set out on a small expedition to explore!
When a girl who's completely brought up in a concrete jungle of a city is let loose in a mountain side filled with little paths snaking from her, can you blame her for losing her head??
I was completely enthralled with the possibilities of adventure that lay before me. Armed with a stick(I had heard that if u keep tapping the undergrowth while walking in a forest path, snakes won't come near you. They can sense the vibration or whatever) and a camera we set out. We could see a waterfalls in the distance and we decided to reach it. Though we never reached it, we did end up discovering a small brook that actually fed the falls, with numerous distractions of side paths on the way!
After a while, when others came in search of us, we realised how late it had become and walked back to the cottage, all the while listening to remonstrations on how unsafe our act had been!
Then in the evening we found that only our tiny maruti was available to take us out. The bolero was making some other rounds. Of the eight, Five of us bundled into the car (no mean task, given the size of my fellow travellers!) and visited the main Kodai town for an hour of cycling around the lake and some shopping.
We started back when it was almost dark. There we were, driving through the dark mountain, five people who are all new to the area. We were discussing the next day's plan. Sunday was to start with a trekking to see Bisons. Suddenly, Satya who was driving shouted out, 'hey look, a bison!'. Sure enough, there it was. Standing at the side of the road, blinking in our headlights, munching away and looking as contented as a...cow! Then farther down, our headlights caught a wild hare in the act of crossing the road! Even farther down, our headlights caught a bridge. Even if the others didn't pull us up, this one sure did. All of us thought "That wasn't there when we came!". About turn. "We missed a turning, and I know where" - Man! Was I glad to hear our driver say this!
Saying hello to our friend the bison again, we finally reached the cottages. The temperature had dropped considerably and our hands were beginning to freeze. The idea of a Bonfire was gladly welcomed and the resort people took us to a big clearing that had been dug out a precipice. We settled in the stone seats around the fire and partook of our dinner.
Sitting around the fire, talking, we lost all count of time. When we woke up the next morning no one had any energy for trekking! We just lazed around. When we were waiting for the others to get ready, I and Nars went on another of those walks in the countryside. We took another unexplored path and ended up at a pasture like clearing. I took one look around and felt that I had stepped into an Enid Blyton. There was a green green meadow below me, dotted with black goats and an authentic goatherd! To add to the already pretty picture, we came upon a tiny babbling brook!!!
Dipping our feet in the ice cold water, yakking away to heart's content - Pleasures of the countryside!
After a while, we bundled up again in the two cars and bid adieu to the lovely village. It was back to Kodai for boating and cycling and walking around the lake! When it was dark, we started back, singing lustily at the top of our voices, with the mountain air working our lungs! Now that was one fun-filled, memorable trip wasn't it??!!!
May 31, 2007
Loser
It felt like hell.
She felt nothing in her life was going well.
At first it was a friend she lost.
That broke her some.
Then it was a most prized possession.
That broke her more.
The tears were unstoppable.
It hurt to let things get away.
It hurt to lose.
It hurt to live with 'without'.
Why? - was the only question.
Answers there were none.
It was her granny who consoled her
"I know how it feels, honey
You're beginning life now.
I have lived it thru.
Believe me, there's more.
But, my girl, be strong.
Your life will go on,No matter what."
The words and the love
lit a spark in her.
She's ready to lose more.
And she did.
But it didn't hurt as much.
She felt nothing in her life was going well.
At first it was a friend she lost.
That broke her some.
Then it was a most prized possession.
That broke her more.
The tears were unstoppable.
It hurt to let things get away.
It hurt to lose.
It hurt to live with 'without'.
Why? - was the only question.
Answers there were none.
It was her granny who consoled her
"I know how it feels, honey
You're beginning life now.
I have lived it thru.
Believe me, there's more.
But, my girl, be strong.
Your life will go on,No matter what."
The words and the love
lit a spark in her.
She's ready to lose more.
And she did.
But it didn't hurt as much.
May 5, 2007
My First Travelogue!
Sonu Nigam is humming ‘Kal Ho Na Ho’ in my ears. A cold wind is brushing my face. We’re coursing along a mountain route. I see a great green carpet of tea plants in the moonlight. I hear snatches of conversation around me; “Hey you took the 9 of spades”, “lakshminarayanan srinivasan are you there?”, “hey Praveen adutha paatu paadu da (Hey Praveen, sing the next song)”. How did I end up here?
We’re on our 3rd day of our much-looked-forward-to trip! It all started with one of my best friends getting married at Salem. Our gang planned to couple the wedding trip with a sight seeing tour. Since about a month before the actual tour, lunch time conversations consist of nothing but “trip planning”.
We started from Chennai Friday night. Two decks of cards came out when the train started moving. After some good games, we all felt considerate of other passengers and told each other dutifully that it was time to switch off the lights. Up came the berths and we all curled up intending to sleep. None felt sleepy!!! Slowly we looked at each other and all sat up in their berths. The conversations started then! We discussed life in general, love, marriage, family, parents, friends, colleagues, career… everything but the kitchen sink! One by one dropped off and finally it was just me and Vidya still continuing the discussion! Conversation with a friend lasting all night long – try it! I can’t explain the special feeling of bonding that arises from such convo!
We got our first look of Salem in the dawn of Saturday. That whole day and the Sunday morning were spent totally in the marriage celebrations! Sunday afternoon our van was ready to take us to Marayoor, the place where we had booked rooms.
We started from Salem all geared up for the sightseeing! With stops on the way for lunch at Kangeyam, to get a permit to enter Kerala at Pollachi and for tea at Udumalpet, we finally reached our destination Marayoor, Idukki District, Kerala at night. Our rooms at Chandana Residency were comfortable and we liked the first look of them which washed away our fears of getting cheated by what we saw of the hotel in the Internet! Since our rooms were adjacent, we could go from one room to another just by climbing over the balconies! We all freshened up, had dinner and while some went to sleep, some of us assembled at the balcony and played cards till after midnight! I went to sleep in pleasurable anticipation of what the next day has in store!
I awoke to the sound of Nivi saying “Mathi wake up!! Come and see outside, it’s great”. I sat up groggily and blinked at the muted sunlight. My watch showed 6.00am. I pulled on a jacket and went and stood at the balcony. All I could see was a green, green field spreading from the other side of the street and beyond that a row of brownish green mountains whose tips were wearing cloudy crowns. We planned to take a walk and left the room. That’s when I got the next surprise. Our room opened to a corridor through which we saw more mountains in the same uniform. Our hotel was plump in the middle of a valley! We took a long slow walk along the street with Thiru clicking away with his new camera. We bought coffee from a small mom-and-pop shop on the way. After we drank that down, we walked back to the hotel ready to start the trip!
While we were getting ready Suku was planning the day’s course with a map. Since we wanted to make Munnar our ultimate destination we decided to make Dolmen Caves our first stop. This cave lies on the way to Munnar from Marayoor. We reached the place where the mountains formed a kind of “U” and the road to the cave was situated in the bend. The road was not open to the Van so we walked down the path. We kept walking through the undergrowth, and suddenly we saw that ‘Two roads diverged in the woods’. Since both of them looked well traveled by, we chose the right one and just kept forging ahead without reaching anywhere. After a while the track ended abruptly!After that it was just a sheer fall. So we all trooped back and now took the left track. We passed a small culvert on the way and when we over the wall we saw that there was a tiny waterfall!! With a whoop, we slid down the sides and reached our waterfall. We squealed with joy when our feet touched the water…it was so cold! Some one then had the bright idea to thrust just the head thru the screen of water! We all lined up and did it!!! After a while we realized that we still hadn’t actually seen the Dolmen Cave. But no one was in the mood to leave! We finally left the place and walked on. The end of the road had a small dark Temple. We assumed (maybe wrongly!) that maybe the Temple is the cave after all! But we didn’t regret not seeing the cave a bit!
We came back to the Van and went to our next destination, Lakkam Falls. This was another amazing place for waterbabies like us! The Falls wasn’t a mighty expanse. It was a medium-sized yet proud sheet of water! We spent, like, an hour in the water, forgetting everything like lunch, time, and the need to go to the next place! I think the best kind of trip is the one you take where you enjoy to your heart’s content and don’t bother about wanting to include everything on the map!
There was a particularly deep place just at the feet of the Falls where we could actually swim! That was my first experience of swimming at a place other than a pool! When I went underwater, the whole world around me was green, the sunlight was piercing the water and I could see tiny rocks far below at the waterbed! That was a lucky-to-be-alive moment!
Other friends who hadn’t gotten into the water started yelling it was time to go, only then we left! From there we reached Munnar where we had time only for lunch and some souvenir shopping since we had to travel about 40+ km back to reach Marayoor. By the time we started it was dark. The full moon kept us company all the way back. There were fireflies blinking like tiny dots of fire along the road. That wide huge expanse of mountain sides in the moonlight was one sight I’ll carry to my deathbed!
The next day our driver refused to take us up the mountains again, saying that the Van has some problems. So we decided to go visit some lower areas. Our first stop was Tirumoorthi Dam where we went boating. On the way we saw windmills which presented a mighty sight! From there we visited Aazhiyar Dam. I felt a secret connection to this Dam since my mother had told me that my grandfather was the Chief Engineer for this Dam Project.
Next stop was Monkey Falls. It wasn't as much a falls as a cascade of water. We scrambled up to find the origin of the falls and saw that the flowing water was actually a leak from an old dilapidated dam! But since we reached the place near closing time we couldn’t spend much time there. Tired, wet and happy we finally left the area and were on our way to Coimbatore to catch our train!
The trip has given us a lot of memories, filled with laughter, jokes, ribbings, leg-pullings, bursting-into-song moments, feasts for the eyes and of course fights! Without the fights there wouldn’t have been the proper mix of spices to make this complete! Fight we may, Love we may, our principle was Har pal yahan jeebhar jiyo, Jo hai sama kal ho na ho (Live every moment here to your heart's content, The time that is here may not be tomorrow)!! And we did!
We’re on our 3rd day of our much-looked-forward-to trip! It all started with one of my best friends getting married at Salem. Our gang planned to couple the wedding trip with a sight seeing tour. Since about a month before the actual tour, lunch time conversations consist of nothing but “trip planning”.
We started from Chennai Friday night. Two decks of cards came out when the train started moving. After some good games, we all felt considerate of other passengers and told each other dutifully that it was time to switch off the lights. Up came the berths and we all curled up intending to sleep. None felt sleepy!!! Slowly we looked at each other and all sat up in their berths. The conversations started then! We discussed life in general, love, marriage, family, parents, friends, colleagues, career… everything but the kitchen sink! One by one dropped off and finally it was just me and Vidya still continuing the discussion! Conversation with a friend lasting all night long – try it! I can’t explain the special feeling of bonding that arises from such convo!
We got our first look of Salem in the dawn of Saturday. That whole day and the Sunday morning were spent totally in the marriage celebrations! Sunday afternoon our van was ready to take us to Marayoor, the place where we had booked rooms.
We started from Salem all geared up for the sightseeing! With stops on the way for lunch at Kangeyam, to get a permit to enter Kerala at Pollachi and for tea at Udumalpet, we finally reached our destination Marayoor, Idukki District, Kerala at night. Our rooms at Chandana Residency were comfortable and we liked the first look of them which washed away our fears of getting cheated by what we saw of the hotel in the Internet! Since our rooms were adjacent, we could go from one room to another just by climbing over the balconies! We all freshened up, had dinner and while some went to sleep, some of us assembled at the balcony and played cards till after midnight! I went to sleep in pleasurable anticipation of what the next day has in store!
I awoke to the sound of Nivi saying “Mathi wake up!! Come and see outside, it’s great”. I sat up groggily and blinked at the muted sunlight. My watch showed 6.00am. I pulled on a jacket and went and stood at the balcony. All I could see was a green, green field spreading from the other side of the street and beyond that a row of brownish green mountains whose tips were wearing cloudy crowns. We planned to take a walk and left the room. That’s when I got the next surprise. Our room opened to a corridor through which we saw more mountains in the same uniform. Our hotel was plump in the middle of a valley! We took a long slow walk along the street with Thiru clicking away with his new camera. We bought coffee from a small mom-and-pop shop on the way. After we drank that down, we walked back to the hotel ready to start the trip!
While we were getting ready Suku was planning the day’s course with a map. Since we wanted to make Munnar our ultimate destination we decided to make Dolmen Caves our first stop. This cave lies on the way to Munnar from Marayoor. We reached the place where the mountains formed a kind of “U” and the road to the cave was situated in the bend. The road was not open to the Van so we walked down the path. We kept walking through the undergrowth, and suddenly we saw that ‘Two roads diverged in the woods’. Since both of them looked well traveled by, we chose the right one and just kept forging ahead without reaching anywhere. After a while the track ended abruptly!After that it was just a sheer fall. So we all trooped back and now took the left track. We passed a small culvert on the way and when we over the wall we saw that there was a tiny waterfall!! With a whoop, we slid down the sides and reached our waterfall. We squealed with joy when our feet touched the water…it was so cold! Some one then had the bright idea to thrust just the head thru the screen of water! We all lined up and did it!!! After a while we realized that we still hadn’t actually seen the Dolmen Cave. But no one was in the mood to leave! We finally left the place and walked on. The end of the road had a small dark Temple. We assumed (maybe wrongly!) that maybe the Temple is the cave after all! But we didn’t regret not seeing the cave a bit!
We came back to the Van and went to our next destination, Lakkam Falls. This was another amazing place for waterbabies like us! The Falls wasn’t a mighty expanse. It was a medium-sized yet proud sheet of water! We spent, like, an hour in the water, forgetting everything like lunch, time, and the need to go to the next place! I think the best kind of trip is the one you take where you enjoy to your heart’s content and don’t bother about wanting to include everything on the map!
There was a particularly deep place just at the feet of the Falls where we could actually swim! That was my first experience of swimming at a place other than a pool! When I went underwater, the whole world around me was green, the sunlight was piercing the water and I could see tiny rocks far below at the waterbed! That was a lucky-to-be-alive moment!
Other friends who hadn’t gotten into the water started yelling it was time to go, only then we left! From there we reached Munnar where we had time only for lunch and some souvenir shopping since we had to travel about 40+ km back to reach Marayoor. By the time we started it was dark. The full moon kept us company all the way back. There were fireflies blinking like tiny dots of fire along the road. That wide huge expanse of mountain sides in the moonlight was one sight I’ll carry to my deathbed!
The next day our driver refused to take us up the mountains again, saying that the Van has some problems. So we decided to go visit some lower areas. Our first stop was Tirumoorthi Dam where we went boating. On the way we saw windmills which presented a mighty sight! From there we visited Aazhiyar Dam. I felt a secret connection to this Dam since my mother had told me that my grandfather was the Chief Engineer for this Dam Project.
Next stop was Monkey Falls. It wasn't as much a falls as a cascade of water. We scrambled up to find the origin of the falls and saw that the flowing water was actually a leak from an old dilapidated dam! But since we reached the place near closing time we couldn’t spend much time there. Tired, wet and happy we finally left the area and were on our way to Coimbatore to catch our train!
The trip has given us a lot of memories, filled with laughter, jokes, ribbings, leg-pullings, bursting-into-song moments, feasts for the eyes and of course fights! Without the fights there wouldn’t have been the proper mix of spices to make this complete! Fight we may, Love we may, our principle was Har pal yahan jeebhar jiyo, Jo hai sama kal ho na ho (Live every moment here to your heart's content, The time that is here may not be tomorrow)!! And we did!
Nov 18, 2006
Nov 12, 2006
I don't have an opinion on that!
How do you answer these questions...?
Just because I've never had the good fortune (?) to meet a ghost, to have a swim with a mermaid or to chat with an elf, I can't just disbelieve them. And for the same reason, neither can I believe them.
Though I'll be happy to exchange ideas with an alien if one comes my way, I have no reason to break my head over "UFO SIGHTINGS!!!!" that never happen to me!
And I'm quite content to wait till I die to see what happens next!
This kinda "neither yes nor no" state is not just for these questions. I have the same opinion (of not having an opinion) for
Alright, maybe I play a miniscule but a spectacular super-important role in this big cosmic relation, but how does it actually affect me whether I believe Pluto is a planet or not?
And if Global warming is really happening, I'm either gonna be burnt crisp or frozen stiff. Then it won't matter what I actually think about it, will it? ;-)
- Do you think there are/ Do you believe in ghosts?
- Do you think there are/ Do you believe in mermaids?
- Same question for...gnomes, elfs, giants, midgets, black magic etc...
- Do you think there's life out there in space?
- What happens when we die?
Just because I've never had the good fortune (?) to meet a ghost, to have a swim with a mermaid or to chat with an elf, I can't just disbelieve them. And for the same reason, neither can I believe them.
Though I'll be happy to exchange ideas with an alien if one comes my way, I have no reason to break my head over "UFO SIGHTINGS!!!!" that never happen to me!
And I'm quite content to wait till I die to see what happens next!
This kinda "neither yes nor no" state is not just for these questions. I have the same opinion (of not having an opinion) for
- whether man really landed in moon or was it just a big story NASA cooked up
- is global warming really happening
- is Pluto a planet or not
well...you get the idea.
Frankly I dont give a damn! (Did someone say that already?) Maybe I'm being ultra selfish here, and not bothered about stuff that's happening outside my circle.
But hey, what difference does it make to me right now whether man landed in moon or not? I'm gonna be doing what i'm doing now (staring at the same 14 inch monitor day after day) whether he did or not, right?Alright, maybe I play a miniscule but a spectacular super-important role in this big cosmic relation, but how does it actually affect me whether I believe Pluto is a planet or not?
And if Global warming is really happening, I'm either gonna be burnt crisp or frozen stiff. Then it won't matter what I actually think about it, will it? ;-)
Nov 7, 2006
Dream Come True!
This is a programmer's dream come true... Google has come up with this amazingly useful concept "Code Search"!
You just specify what code you want and how you want and Google delivers it, Hot and Steamy!
And there are many criteria from which you narrow down your search, eg, the language the code's written in.
Well...what more does a girl want!
;)
P.S I'm not peddling the product here. Just sharing a good news!
You just specify what code you want and how you want and Google delivers it, Hot and Steamy!
And there are many criteria from which you narrow down your search, eg, the language the code's written in.
Well...what more does a girl want!
;)
P.S I'm not peddling the product here. Just sharing a good news!
Oct 21, 2006
Chillunu oru....comedy!
It is a rainy morning. I'm picking my way gingerly across the waterlogged streets to office. My umbrella is all that protects me and my bag from the lashing rains. My sandals are very slippery in the water. I'm trying to strike a balance between my doddling umbrella and my slippery sandals.
A lady , similarly adorned, approaches me from the opposite direction and passes me slowly. Suddenly she arrests me with a "Excuse me". I turn around and turn an enquiring glance at her. She points at my legs and says something.
Immediately I think that my duppata end is in the water and check it. It isn't.
I'm sorry to say I'm not very polite at the instant and I just ask her "What?".
A man passes us and points to a nearby transformer which at the moment is spewing out sparks because of the rain and warns us to move on. The lady gives a glance at the transformer and turns back at me with a guilty smile and repeats her question.
When I hear the question, all my struggles with the umbrella ceased. I'm frozen to the spot.
The question she threw at me was..."Where did you buy these sandals?". I answered with the name of the shop. She smiled at me (the same guilty smile) and went on her way.
I tell you, I admire her observant powers that were predominant even in the lashing rains and the morning rush hour.
Kudos to you Ms. Holmes!
A lady , similarly adorned, approaches me from the opposite direction and passes me slowly. Suddenly she arrests me with a "Excuse me". I turn around and turn an enquiring glance at her. She points at my legs and says something.
Immediately I think that my duppata end is in the water and check it. It isn't.
I'm sorry to say I'm not very polite at the instant and I just ask her "What?".
A man passes us and points to a nearby transformer which at the moment is spewing out sparks because of the rain and warns us to move on. The lady gives a glance at the transformer and turns back at me with a guilty smile and repeats her question.
When I hear the question, all my struggles with the umbrella ceased. I'm frozen to the spot.
The question she threw at me was..."Where did you buy these sandals?". I answered with the name of the shop. She smiled at me (the same guilty smile) and went on her way.
I tell you, I admire her observant powers that were predominant even in the lashing rains and the morning rush hour.
Kudos to you Ms. Holmes!
Oct 1, 2006
Who is this "Me" person anyway?
I've come across numerous quotes ever since I got myself an email account. Most of them aim at developing my personality. I've attended few seminars on the same and also have come across such books.
Most of them are fond of saying
"Be yourself"
"Find yourself"
"You are the best no matter what others say"
"You are the most unique person"
and more in the same vein.
All that's fine...but none of them tell me how to find "myself". They say 'analyse your actions'. Like, how? There's another one that says "You have to first lose yourself to find yourself". OK, so how do I "lose" myself? You gotta tell me that too!
The second most bewildering are those stories with the so-called analogy! For example, they tell me a story that may involve stones, sticks and sand... these stories will normally end in a moral that's so hazy that it'll hide a good sized house...then they tell me "and that's how we should live our life". I will be like "hullo? what???"
Most of these stories are wasted on me since I never have the patience to sit and think about how it maybe connected to my life!
For people like me, we need a very personal personality developer, one who comes with us every step of our life and tries to improve our personality by analysing each of our actions. (am I being too lazy here?)
If you can't do that, and all you can do is just preach us stories and throw quotes filled with the so-called power words then, kindly leave us alone! Let our humble little personalities develop their own way. Let us learn on our own from the syllabus Ma Nature has charted out for us :-)
Most of them are fond of saying
"Be yourself"
"Find yourself"
"You are the best no matter what others say"
"You are the most unique person"
and more in the same vein.
All that's fine...but none of them tell me how to find "myself". They say 'analyse your actions'. Like, how? There's another one that says "You have to first lose yourself to find yourself". OK, so how do I "lose" myself? You gotta tell me that too!
The second most bewildering are those stories with the so-called analogy! For example, they tell me a story that may involve stones, sticks and sand... these stories will normally end in a moral that's so hazy that it'll hide a good sized house...then they tell me "and that's how we should live our life". I will be like "hullo? what???"
Most of these stories are wasted on me since I never have the patience to sit and think about how it maybe connected to my life!
For people like me, we need a very personal personality developer, one who comes with us every step of our life and tries to improve our personality by analysing each of our actions. (am I being too lazy here?)
If you can't do that, and all you can do is just preach us stories and throw quotes filled with the so-called power words then, kindly leave us alone! Let our humble little personalities develop their own way. Let us learn on our own from the syllabus Ma Nature has charted out for us :-)
Jul 25, 2006
ரயில் பயணத்தில்...
Question : What happens when a girl like me travels alone in a long distance train and it gets stuck at someplace for 3 hours?
Answer: She attempts poetry.
These are my creations at such time...
ரயில் ஜன்னல் வழி நோக்க
கூடவே வந்தது தண்டவாளம்
எட்டி பார்த்தேன்
முடிவு தெரியவில்லை
அதுவும் நம் நட்பை போல்தானா?
"தலை வலிக்கிறது", என்றாய்
"எனக்கும்", என்றேன்.
"உனக்குமா", என வினவினாய்
உன் வலியை நான் உணர்வதை நீ உணராமல்.
Answer: She attempts poetry.
These are my creations at such time...
ரயில் ஜன்னல் வழி நோக்க
கூடவே வந்தது தண்டவாளம்
எட்டி பார்த்தேன்
முடிவு தெரியவில்லை
அதுவும் நம் நட்பை போல்தானா?
கனவில் கன்னம் கிள்ளினான் அவன்
விழித்தபின் வலிக்கிறது
சுகமாய் மனதில்
"தலை வலிக்கிறது", என்றாய்
"எனக்கும்", என்றேன்.
"உனக்குமா", என வினவினாய்
உன் வலியை நான் உணர்வதை நீ உணராமல்.
Jul 21, 2006
பார்வை
அதிகாலை நேரம்
என் வீட்டுவாசல் வழி
சிறு ஓடை கண்டேன்
அதில் இளங்கதிர்களின்
விளையாட்டை கண்டேன்
ரசித்தேன்
பின்னர் உணர்ந்தேன் - அது
அருகில் இருக்கும் உணவகத்தின்
கழிவு நீர் என்று
கதிரவனுக்கு தெரியவில்லையே அது!
என் வீட்டுவாசல் வழி
சிறு ஓடை கண்டேன்
அதில் இளங்கதிர்களின்
விளையாட்டை கண்டேன்
ரசித்தேன்
பின்னர் உணர்ந்தேன் - அது
அருகில் இருக்கும் உணவகத்தின்
கழிவு நீர் என்று
கதிரவனுக்கு தெரியவில்லையே அது!
Jul 13, 2006
A Trip to the Surface
It was the day that Shiko the fish has been eagerly waiting for. After a long time he and his wife Rayno are expecting a baby fish. Shiko was waiting nervously outside the anemone cluster. Inside the cluster was Rayno and the baby will hatch any moment!
After what seemed like ages, Shiko heard the soft voice of Rayno calling her husband in. Shiko rushed in and saw the most beautiful little baby fish ever.
"Shiko, darling, it's a girl" said Rayno.
Shiko didn't say anything. He couldn't.
He gently nudged the baby with his fin.
Rayno said "Shiko, our baby was born on Full moon day. I'd like her to be called Luna".
Shiko nodded his head and said "That's a lovely name, baby. Luna it is. Our Luna. Our Little Princess".
Days passed by. Luna was almost 2 weeks old and she was learning to go out of her anemone cluster. But her doting parents never let her go out of their sight even for a moment.
Luna had heard about the wonders of the big ocean from the Old Crab who lived in retirement in the next cluster. She wanted to see for herself the many treasures of the sea and something they called the 'sky'.
But Shiko and Rayno kept telling her it wasn't time yet for her to venture out so far.
But after continuous requests, they agreed to take her out near the surface.
Luna was so excited to be going! Atlast she was going to see the 'sky'!
Shiko, Rayno and Luna swam all the way up and reached the surface.
Luna could not look enough! Shiko showed her the great big bright blue thing up there and told her that was the 'sky'.
"And look Luna, those white fluffy things are called Clouds" said Shiko.
"What is that daddy", asked Luna.
"Which one?", enquired Shiko.
"That long white thing moving among the clouds", pointed Luna.
"Oh that looks like a shooting star. You can see the trail it's leaving behind" said Shiko.
"Shiko dear, I don't think that's a shooting star...", said Rayno.
At that very moment the long white thing burst into many pieces.
"Hey I know, that's fireworks!" exclaimed Shiko.
"Oh daddy, it's so scary" said Luna.
The pieces were coming very fast towards them. And when they fell in the water they created such a big splash that for a moment all three lost sight of each other. Luna felt the water turning hot where the pieces had fallen. She could not see her mother or father. She called out to her parents but no answering voice came back to her.
It was a lone little lost voice calling out to the parents who will never answer back.
An announcer's voice from a radio in a passing fisherman's boat spewed out the news "GSLV crashes into the sea", which made no sense at all to the forlorn little Luna.
After what seemed like ages, Shiko heard the soft voice of Rayno calling her husband in. Shiko rushed in and saw the most beautiful little baby fish ever.
"Shiko, darling, it's a girl" said Rayno.
Shiko didn't say anything. He couldn't.
He gently nudged the baby with his fin.
Rayno said "Shiko, our baby was born on Full moon day. I'd like her to be called Luna".
Shiko nodded his head and said "That's a lovely name, baby. Luna it is. Our Luna. Our Little Princess".
Days passed by. Luna was almost 2 weeks old and she was learning to go out of her anemone cluster. But her doting parents never let her go out of their sight even for a moment.
Luna had heard about the wonders of the big ocean from the Old Crab who lived in retirement in the next cluster. She wanted to see for herself the many treasures of the sea and something they called the 'sky'.
But Shiko and Rayno kept telling her it wasn't time yet for her to venture out so far.
But after continuous requests, they agreed to take her out near the surface.
Luna was so excited to be going! Atlast she was going to see the 'sky'!
Shiko, Rayno and Luna swam all the way up and reached the surface.
Luna could not look enough! Shiko showed her the great big bright blue thing up there and told her that was the 'sky'.
"And look Luna, those white fluffy things are called Clouds" said Shiko.
"What is that daddy", asked Luna.
"Which one?", enquired Shiko.
"That long white thing moving among the clouds", pointed Luna.
"Oh that looks like a shooting star. You can see the trail it's leaving behind" said Shiko.
"Shiko dear, I don't think that's a shooting star...", said Rayno.
At that very moment the long white thing burst into many pieces.
"Hey I know, that's fireworks!" exclaimed Shiko.
"Oh daddy, it's so scary" said Luna.
The pieces were coming very fast towards them. And when they fell in the water they created such a big splash that for a moment all three lost sight of each other. Luna felt the water turning hot where the pieces had fallen. She could not see her mother or father. She called out to her parents but no answering voice came back to her.
It was a lone little lost voice calling out to the parents who will never answer back.
An announcer's voice from a radio in a passing fisherman's boat spewed out the news "GSLV crashes into the sea", which made no sense at all to the forlorn little Luna.
Jul 7, 2006
Re-mixed...and messed up!
I was making noodles for dinner and had the radio on for company. I was quietly enjoying the cooking and the listening....all of a sudden my ladle stopped, my eyes widened and I went rigid with shock.
I had just heard the re-mixed version of an old song.
Only yesterday I realized the true meaning of "Old is Gold". The song that was being tortured was a motivating and inspiring number from a top actor of yesteryears. He had played the role of a slave in the movie and in this particular song he talks about how to make best use of our situations however down we maybe, emotionally and socially. This song had been written in such a way that it fits in the general scheme of life too. The song is eloquent, emotional, rousing and in short captivating. The singer had a deep voice and his delivery was impressive.
And yesterday I heard this song completely mutilated. I'm sure the silly little music director had lofty ambitions of "making a mark". Also I'm sure the singer, the poor guy, thought he was making a statement with the "modern" way he was singing.
The result was absolutely detestable.
The deep rich baritones of the original singer had been replaced by a guy who sang from the tip of his tongue. And it was the wrong tip too. There were unneccassary "ooooooooohs" and "aaaaaahhhhhs" in the middle of the song by a bunch of screaming females.
Altogether the music director (God save him!) had accomplished whatever he had set out to do, make a mark!
You did it my friend, You created a deep impression in me.
At the end, I was left wondering, "WHY???"
Why did he have to take a quite, unassuming song that was harmlessly going its way and completely demoralise it?
All I hope is that when the Day of Judgement comes, all these will be taken into account!
:-)
I had just heard the re-mixed version of an old song.
Only yesterday I realized the true meaning of "Old is Gold". The song that was being tortured was a motivating and inspiring number from a top actor of yesteryears. He had played the role of a slave in the movie and in this particular song he talks about how to make best use of our situations however down we maybe, emotionally and socially. This song had been written in such a way that it fits in the general scheme of life too. The song is eloquent, emotional, rousing and in short captivating. The singer had a deep voice and his delivery was impressive.
And yesterday I heard this song completely mutilated. I'm sure the silly little music director had lofty ambitions of "making a mark". Also I'm sure the singer, the poor guy, thought he was making a statement with the "modern" way he was singing.
The result was absolutely detestable.
The deep rich baritones of the original singer had been replaced by a guy who sang from the tip of his tongue. And it was the wrong tip too. There were unneccassary "ooooooooohs" and "aaaaaahhhhhs" in the middle of the song by a bunch of screaming females.
Altogether the music director (God save him!) had accomplished whatever he had set out to do, make a mark!
You did it my friend, You created a deep impression in me.
At the end, I was left wondering, "WHY???"
Why did he have to take a quite, unassuming song that was harmlessly going its way and completely demoralise it?
All I hope is that when the Day of Judgement comes, all these will be taken into account!
:-)
Jun 23, 2006
First steps...
Till sometime back I used to think that writing kavidhai was something that I'll never ever be able to do in my lifetime. Well I changed my mind now! I will not say that this is a full fledged kavidhai but hey! it's from an officially non-poet!
my first one
பேசாதே..
உன் வார்த்தைகள் தரும் அர்த்தங்களை விட
உன் மெளனங்கள் தரும் அர்த்தங்கள் ஆயிரமாயிரம்.
the latest
யாரை பார்த்தாலும் உன் முகம்
எதை பார்த்தாலும் உன் பெயர்
எங்கு கேட்டாலும் உன் குரல்
தூங்கும் போது கூட உன் கனவுகள்..
தபாலில் வந்த கல்யாண பத்திரிக்கையை புரட்டினேன்
கடவுளே! அதிலும் உன் பெயரா??
my first one
பேசாதே..
உன் வார்த்தைகள் தரும் அர்த்தங்களை விட
உன் மெளனங்கள் தரும் அர்த்தங்கள் ஆயிரமாயிரம்.
the latest
யாரை பார்த்தாலும் உன் முகம்
எதை பார்த்தாலும் உன் பெயர்
எங்கு கேட்டாலும் உன் குரல்
தூங்கும் போது கூட உன் கனவுகள்..
தபாலில் வந்த கல்யாண பத்திரிக்கையை புரட்டினேன்
கடவுளே! அதிலும் உன் பெயரா??
Beep! Beep!
Yes, that is the beep of cellphone and NO, don't check your mobile when I'm talking to you.
I belong to the cellphone-savvy generation and each and every person around me has this extra growth from their hands. SMS-ing is the order of the day. Yea it helps us be in constant contact with our buddies, and yea it helps us planning a trip or a gift or anything easier. All that's fine, but there's an aspect to this messaging that I feel most people overlook.
I call it the "people-sense".
Consider this, you are taking a walk with your friend, and you are telling her/him something that has made a deep impact on you. You turn around to know their reaction. What do you find? There they are, messaging away to eternity. I tell you how I'll feel, I'll feel like taking that phone, drop it on the floor, jump on it and scatter the pieces.
These are the kind of people that are lacking in the people-sense. Well, perhaps the person they are messaging to maybe the most important person on earth to them, also that if they did not send that message at that very instant, the sun will rise from the west. But hey, aren't you overlooking something here? By giving much importance to a friend who's miles away from you, you're ignoring(intentionally or unintentionally) the friend who's right next to you.
Yes, you are developing a relationship miles away, but hullo! Open your eyes, a relationship right next to you is deteriorating!
Together with your mobile you are giving 'busy' signals to the friend right next to you.
Cellphones are the best in helping you maintain long distance relationships! But do make sure that it is not at the cost of a closer-to-home-relationship.
I belong to the cellphone-savvy generation and each and every person around me has this extra growth from their hands. SMS-ing is the order of the day. Yea it helps us be in constant contact with our buddies, and yea it helps us planning a trip or a gift or anything easier. All that's fine, but there's an aspect to this messaging that I feel most people overlook.
I call it the "people-sense".
Consider this, you are taking a walk with your friend, and you are telling her/him something that has made a deep impact on you. You turn around to know their reaction. What do you find? There they are, messaging away to eternity. I tell you how I'll feel, I'll feel like taking that phone, drop it on the floor, jump on it and scatter the pieces.
These are the kind of people that are lacking in the people-sense. Well, perhaps the person they are messaging to maybe the most important person on earth to them, also that if they did not send that message at that very instant, the sun will rise from the west. But hey, aren't you overlooking something here? By giving much importance to a friend who's miles away from you, you're ignoring(intentionally or unintentionally) the friend who's right next to you.
Yes, you are developing a relationship miles away, but hullo! Open your eyes, a relationship right next to you is deteriorating!
Together with your mobile you are giving 'busy' signals to the friend right next to you.
Cellphones are the best in helping you maintain long distance relationships! But do make sure that it is not at the cost of a closer-to-home-relationship.
Jun 21, 2006
Kids say the darndest things!
My three-year-old niece was playing with my father one day, as usual talking nineteen-to-the-dozen. She was recovering from a cold so her conversation was peppered with coughs. As she was scrambling over her thatha he looked at her and said "dei, you have a snub nose!". She stopped her scrambling long enough to look up to his face and say matter-of-factly "No thatha, I have cough".
Another time, when they were getting ready for bed, her grandma was carrying out the nightly ritual of smearing odomos all over her little body. She was as usual discoursing about that mosquito-repellent to the audience (consisting of me, my mom and dad). She went up to her thatha and said "thatha, see, this is odomos" brandishing the tube which didn't quite fit her little hand. Her thatha said "yes, that's for the mosquito". She widened her eyes and asserted "No! It's for ME!"
Another time, when they were getting ready for bed, her grandma was carrying out the nightly ritual of smearing odomos all over her little body. She was as usual discoursing about that mosquito-repellent to the audience (consisting of me, my mom and dad). She went up to her thatha and said "thatha, see, this is odomos" brandishing the tube which didn't quite fit her little hand. Her thatha said "yes, that's for the mosquito". She widened her eyes and asserted "No! It's for ME!"
Jun 19, 2006
Indian Railways - Take Notice!
You know how it is when you least expect it to, an idea pops into your mind? Well this time, the idea stayed with me long enough for me to take it down (or should I say put it down?)
I travel by the local electric train to get to my workplace. This evening while I was on the way back, after an energetic badminton game, this idea suddenly popped in my mind when the train pulled in at a station.
I was looking out through the window at the station's signalling guy who held up a lighting apparatus to signal to the guard when to start the train. He held up this thingummy above his head, it was blinking red. He kept shaking it and it was not pointing in one direction since I'm sure he's never played "Statue" in his life. The signal was not very effective (atleast in my view!)
Now that's when this great idea popped in my mind...alright alright, i'm gettin to it!
The idea is this, why not have a light fixed to the underside of the roof of the station? This light can, for its control, have a little lever that has three levels. 1. Red 2. OFF 3. Green
Ok here are the advantages of this.
1.The present thingy is a hand-held torch light kinda thing. So it is not a stationary light source. It makes seeing for the far-away guard a bit difficult. This roof-light changes that!
2. The present day signalling people have to be of average height to hold up the light up above their heads for the guard to see. But the roof-light can be operated by even a disabled person.
3. Normally automation will remove human intervention thereby lessening one job for a needy person. But the roof-light still needs a signaller to operate it.
4. The present torch-light is battery operated. But the roof-light will be electrically operated. And those who are going to ask me what if there's a powercut? (which sadly is common in our city!) Well hullo!?!? we're talking about a railway station that operates "electric" trains!!! What more does a tiny li'l switch want to be happy?
I think 4 advantages are fair enough for now! atleast that's all I can think about!
Authorities interested?
I have a little nagging at the back of my mind that Blogger.Com is not exactly in the top of the list of sites visited by the railways authority! Well, I atleast got it public!
I travel by the local electric train to get to my workplace. This evening while I was on the way back, after an energetic badminton game, this idea suddenly popped in my mind when the train pulled in at a station.
I was looking out through the window at the station's signalling guy who held up a lighting apparatus to signal to the guard when to start the train. He held up this thingummy above his head, it was blinking red. He kept shaking it and it was not pointing in one direction since I'm sure he's never played "Statue" in his life. The signal was not very effective (atleast in my view!)
Now that's when this great idea popped in my mind...alright alright, i'm gettin to it!
The idea is this, why not have a light fixed to the underside of the roof of the station? This light can, for its control, have a little lever that has three levels. 1. Red 2. OFF 3. Green
Ok here are the advantages of this.
1.The present thingy is a hand-held torch light kinda thing. So it is not a stationary light source. It makes seeing for the far-away guard a bit difficult. This roof-light changes that!
2. The present day signalling people have to be of average height to hold up the light up above their heads for the guard to see. But the roof-light can be operated by even a disabled person.
3. Normally automation will remove human intervention thereby lessening one job for a needy person. But the roof-light still needs a signaller to operate it.
4. The present torch-light is battery operated. But the roof-light will be electrically operated. And those who are going to ask me what if there's a powercut? (which sadly is common in our city!) Well hullo!?!? we're talking about a railway station that operates "electric" trains!!! What more does a tiny li'l switch want to be happy?
I think 4 advantages are fair enough for now! atleast that's all I can think about!
Authorities interested?
I have a little nagging at the back of my mind that Blogger.Com is not exactly in the top of the list of sites visited by the railways authority! Well, I atleast got it public!
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