Red Earth and Pouring Rain(with due apologies to Vikram Chandra)

The monsoon has arrived with much gusto. Besides nostalgia, twilight evenings, wine and romance (and pnuemonia) in the air, it has also laden my city of lousy infrastructure with traffic chaos, short tempers and non- exsistent roads.

The road outside my residence now looks like a bad patch of the Paris Dakar car rally route. What little tarmac I see everyday seems to be engulfed with red earth.
All doomsday soothsayers would rejoice if they happened to pass by. Human presence has considerably shrunk and canine, amphibian and bovine population seems to have increased.

When God said "Go forth and multiply", I am sure the dogs in my area heard it first. At any point of time, there are atleast 8 pooches in packs, 2 cows mulching wisely at car tyres or old slippers and one mega crater like pothole.

The Municipal Council in all its wisdom has decided that the monsoon is a good time to build upon the communication mess and has dug up most of the road too and to make sure people do not get electicuted have put a small red cloth to the wire which serves its purpose to that of a G string on Carmen Electra or a clinging wet chiffon sari to Sridevi !!!!

The Gita states "Na Hanyate Hanyamane Sarire" which roughly translated means " Consciousness is eternal and it is not vanquished with the destruction of the temporary body"”. I am forced to think of this when i drive on the road everyday.

I must stop now as my rantings are getting quite rabid...

Mid week blues..

A wedding invitation which was sent by one of the misguided souls at work has made me shed my laziness and write about it here..

What is it with wedding invitations?
While my wife always cribs that our wedding invitation read like a formal business dinner invitation, I find that wedding invitations are getting more and more kitschy.

Like the one read yesterday which goes on the lines of “Please do come and be a part of one of our happiest moments of our life..." or something else which spoke of "All hearts becoming one".

Well, I have hypertension and do take valsartan tablets. I am sure the newly wedded ones would not want my heart hobnobbing with theirs.

Also, Another glowing example of man becoming less of a social animal and more of an animal in the digital era manifested itself in the morning today.

My neighbour who with great insight told me in the lift that he had sent me a mail about a function in his house scheduled for this Saturday.

Conversation went on these lines -
Neighbour: "Vivek, I see we have met again in the lift"
Vivek (not being very bright in the day before 2 cups of espresso" with weak smile (a la Bela Lugosi before he sunk fangs into forlorn women in Dracula movies of old) - "Yes"
Neighbour - "I have sent a mail yesterday regarding a function in my house, Please check and respond"
Vivek - "I will do that, What is the function about and where is .."
Lift reaches basement ..

Neighbour - "Got to leave, check mail, It will tell all. Have a good day ahead..."

Parting shot - "Please read mail the first thing in the morning and send me a mail. I need to plan for the food..."

Well, if that was not surreal, I do not know what is?
Even if I had plans of reading the twerp’s mail, I will not do so now in addition to boycotting the event...