As Hussey and Clarke were killing the Indian bowling attack (or what was left of it) at the SCG on Day 3, three Australians on Bay 17: “I want to see Sachin get the 100th century as the rest of the team crumbles around him.” A typical 90s deja vu. These Australians love their cricket… Continue reading A Bittersweet Sydney Memory
“idha..paar…summa thirumal naaikar mahaal maadhiri ‘gudhula” That’s Tamil. And that’s what Raju says, in MMKR, when he enters what’s supposed to be his own house (but actually Madan’s) gaping at the sheer massiveness. And that’s what some of us felt like when we entered the Melbourne Cricket Ground, popularly called the ‘G’, for the Boxing… Continue reading ‘G’ Force
Well, the above picture, is as far as I can go! It was at the Wright Brothers Memorial. The trip was good, maybe just because, I got to drive. After about an year. This hiatus began just after being on a high. June and July last year were spent driving between Hosur(it’s near Bangalore) and… Continue reading Some Pictures
Well, yes. The long weekend turned out to be memorable. The second road trip in America, not a very long drive like the previous one, more people, well organized and that translated to some nice time. The highlight was white water rafting. Some real good fun it was. I never knew Gatlinburg was a prominent… Continue reading Indians Still Inhabit the Mountains
In honor of Memorial day and all the “hard” work, we’ve been putting in, my workplace let me go at 2.30 today to kick start the long weekend and make it extra long! So we are off to Gatlinburg, Tennessee, for some trekking in the Smoky Mountains, white water rafting and the experience of living… Continue reading Off to Gatlinburg
It’s amazing how I have all the time to blog bang in the middle of a semester amongst the heap of work. Now that I am jobless, this page remains static for a week. So quick updates. I have been running around with a lot of paperwork to be completed before the start of next… Continue reading Of Paperwork, Bulbs and Bad Movies
“It’s my first sense of the city — that smell, above all things — that welcomes me and tells me I’ve come home.” Those lines from Shantaram struck me when I stepped on the Penn station platform and made my way out of the NJ transit terminal. These are words describing Bombay. But they more… Continue reading (K)Nick(s) of Time!