People generally don’t believe me when I say I love travelling by bus. The reason? My personal space, unchallenged by anyone else. No noise, no annoying beggars picking at my clothes. No unneccesary stops. No jolting awake every half-an-hour or so to check if the luggage is still in place. No smell from the loo infiltrating your consciousness. Just the soft drone of the bus, and maybe a B-Grade movie for 3 hours. But that’s ok, I can take that. Give me a bus journey anyday over one by train.
Almost missed the bus to Bangalore on Friday. I was standing at a place which was a corner away from the place the bus was supposed to be. Luckily enough, a kind samaritan ran to me and asked if I was waiting for the bus to Bangalore, and if I was, it was there, not here, and oh, yes, could he have a tenner for some chaai-paani. Kind samaritan, my foot!
The guy sitting next to me must have wondered what exactly I was doing reading all those printouts. Yeah, am not ashamed to say it, but I mugged the ppts inside out, that was (at that time) the only way I could boost my confidence. Stopped for dinner at some godforsaken dhaba somewhere, and discovered that my cellphone still worked when my father called me up. My poor parents never really have got used to my going off to assorted places without the slightest bit of pre-warning – right from the RECW random-cul-fest days. :-)
Met The Cimmerian. Hasn’t changed a bit.
Discovered the perils of travelling in an autorickshaw in Bangalore. I knew my office was paying for everything, but couldn’t help wincing as the meter ticked towards 99. This is so funny! I don’t hesitate spending so much when I am buying books, but paying an auto anything above 50 bucks – eeeeeeeyikes!
Man, Whitefield is a long way from MG Road.
The ITPL complex where IIIT-B is located is awesome. The one thing that really struck me was the serenity of the place, no pollution, no loud cars, even the music in the buildings was soft ( and lousy!) The complex has three large, beautifully designed and imposing-looking buildings called “Discoverer”, “Innovator” and “Creator” . Funny names, but suits the mood. Too many companies, so the security was really something!!!! I mean, this is the first time I saw 3-4 guards patrolling along the same corridor. Seems the security has tightened post-Iraq.
The lecture: was ok. Won’t boast too much, won’t undermine myself too much, but ok, I didn’t falter, I didn’t stammer, and I didn’t have too many butterflies in my tummy inspite of learning that the other person taking the same course (the .Net part ) was someone named Yeshwant Kanetkar. Have to admit that the IIIT people are more class-room-friendly than us RECians. I mean, most of us used to doze off once the class crossed the 45-minute mark., and sometimes even before that. But these guys not only stay wide-awake for three hours, they are also astute enought to ask the right questions, interpersed with some oddball ones, but that’s ok, I guess. !
The other highpoints:
madhavn, I love you. You know that already, right?
Planet M. The one music shop that manages to make me ashamed of being subjected to the Music World onslaught in Hyderabad THREE outlets, and no decent music! :-(( Kaadhalar Dinam, Jodi, Mudhalvan, Ratchagan – the latest ARR additions. I had the cassettes, then the mp3s, and now I own the cds. Hoo ah!!
My sis. Finally got around to meeting her.
Found some beautiful stuff at Blossom Book House. (Uddu, I love you for showing me that place). An autobiography of Lillian Gish, A biography of Kishore Kumar, Stephen King’s ‘Everything’s Eventual” and “The Green Mile”. And (drumroll) “The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay” by Michael Chabon. It won the Pulitzer in 2001, and totally contradicts my no-prize-winning-critically-acclaimed-books rule. Umm, fact is, this one has a special storyline. (Eh heh heh heh)
And no, I didn’t gather no moss.