day dreaming

Every time i am going for a change, i have this whole bunch of dreams. That's what's so cool about changes. This time, i have this visions of having a better social life, meeting a lot of old friends, and concentrating more on my work :). And the change is new job in new city. Today i was reading Harry potter and suddenly i found one more dream that can be useful, get back to the classroom. I never had a great time in college or schools, but i absolutely enjoy sitting in class rooms. Its so peaceful. So i was thinking i will find like minded friends and pay a teacher to treat us like students :). When the initial enthusiasm wore off, i settled on joining some classes which are already available. Literature class comes to mind, but i am not sure whether they are open for anybody. More practical one is learning a new language, then we are absolutely ignorant students, at the mercy of the teacher.

good stings

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/4855682.stm

ariyallur

Will tell how and why I reached tanjore later, and how I had a nice time there. This is about my exit from tanjore, to chennai, where I was to meet bala. The travel plan was all figured out, the last night, and I just had to remember the place name, from which I could get a fast train to chennai, the title of the blog. I got into the right bus, early morning, enjoyed the nice ride watching dilapidated but nice temples, pretty paddy fields, and cute school kids. Some water bodies with water lilies were giving me added kick. After getting down from the bus, I had to cover a distance like 500 m on foot to reach the station. I was deftly navigating that route, which is a single road, to the station, asking directional queries in highly poor tamil, to every nice person on the road. The road is narrow, with shops and few houses at the sides, some of these houses were pretty similar to the shops with a short veranda, and at one moment quite unexpectedly as I was passing one of those houses, a pretty lady, dressed traditionally, darted out partially of the door. Partially in the sense , her feet were still inside, and she was spreading the fumes of incense sticks to the air outside. She saw me and with a little disgusted face got back inside and closed the door. Not the best thing for her to see in the morning :). But seeing her made me quite happy.

The station was a nice place and I just fell in love with it. The long platform, mostly open surrounded by pleasant landscape. I enjoyed waiting there. The train journey was also nice, even though there were no seats available and I was sitting on the floor:). I was scribbling little posts on a paper with sketch pens:) and mentally thanking the people of the reserved compartment for not kicking me out.

ways to eat a water melon

- make thin slices, and eat them carefully, making sure that the flesh does not touch your face, but just goes inside your mouth, very unromantic.
- make big slices, with wide bottom, bite in, let the flesh touch your cheek, let it caress your upper lips, very sensual.
- take one hemisphere of the water melon as such, and hug it, keep it close to your heart. use a knife which is not very sharp to cut out pieces from it, and slowly eat them, very intimate.
really, to learn such things you should have time with you, like me :)

the shutdown, interviews, memory loss and rain

the little firm in which i was working closed down, one fine morning. we were given a few hours to leave the office. our personal cds were confiscated and scanned for company data, we were frisked when we left the office. i was not sad about any of this. i was a little sad that, all the work we did was going nowhere, and later another day, i was really angry when i found that i lost some of my personal data that the company was supposed to restore to me, some body deleted all the data that were kept as zip files. my friend used to share tit bits from her life with me, like photos, writings and all over the messenger, and i used to store them. the loss of that collection made me sad.
interviews are fun, mostly. like the one today, in which the interviewer was a really learned fellow. he asked a technical question, which i answered wrong, and using a series of other questions proved to me that i had all the knowledge to answer the first question, but i was not thinking enough:). and there was this guy who tried to ridicule my work, just on the basis of some small questions. i don't have a great memory, which puts me in some trouble when these guys go for the specifics. but i know how good some of these work were, and felt a little irritated, that he was treating them as silly. but i kept my cool.
less memory has its good sides also, like yesterday. after a week a hot climate, it suddenly started raining. i started walking home with an umbrella, and it was a refreshing experience. all the rain and lightning. it was as if i was walking in the rain for first time.