Potpourri

Today I am going to learn how to put image files on the weblog. So let me put up some pictures.

Sitting in a air conditioned office maintained at 20 degrees commenting on the summers in Chennai sounds a bit hipocritic. But I don't stay in these offices for long and I have to get back to the room where there isn't a a/c. And even otherwise, one has to go on the raods. Coincidentally, I had to even venture out during morning for 3 days in last week and its unbelievable how hot it can get. What used to be wonderful in Bombay was, a summer assured best quality mangoes. But here even that consolation isn't there. I wish I could go to some place else. But being myself my enthusiasm to actually pack bags and go out on weekends starts and ends before the weekend begins and here I am on a dull saturday morning (almost noon), whinning about summers in Chennai. The only thing I am looking forward to is a huge glass of iced tea in the lunch today. It is very thoughtful of the current mess managers to plan a iced tea in the lunch menu on Saturdays. (People say it is immodest to sa...

Yesterday some topic about rhymes with the word "day" came up. And a friend of mine, who is always waiting for such topics, made a quick 3-line poem which made not much sense to me, but was a good rhyme. So now here is my attempt at another meaningless rhyme. yesterday I met a girl at the signal she came to me to sell me a bangle she said she had no money could I spare a penny? I thought I ofcourse could but the bangle looked ugly did I care? did I care? so I got my money bag but then the signal turned green she was so pale she was so lean 8 years old she must have been I hurried a bit, to find the money but realised I didn't have any I fumbled, got nervous was I mugged, did I lose the money where did all the money go she was so pale she was so lean 8 years old she must have been did I care? did I care?

When I am gone. Come on take me down Once it’s lost you know we won’t ever have it back And there was nothing I could do to change the facts You know I tried, you know I tried I threw you all I have I should have known It never falls just where you plan And there are rules I was not meant to understnad I should have known, I should known Understand I should have known, I should have known And so I’m giving you the gun Put your finger on the trigger I’ve known you in the morning with your soft eyes dreaming You were the one Who could blind me with the mirror And I can’t see And I don’t need this no more You put your lovin’ on the cross You know you sealed it in the darkness all along Did you think that I could roll away the stone I’m just a child, I’m just a child You know I tried, I’m just a child, I’m just a child So I’m giving you the gun Put your finger on the trigger I’ve known you in the morning with your soft eyes dreaming You were the one Who could break me with the whisper And ...