I got drenched along with other road users. Not by rain. The corporation lorry was sweeping the road and blowing dust all across.
The worker was calm and focussed in his work with the customer. He was not distracted by the loud blaring from the TV, customers chatting and other sounds from the road. Customer gets a call in his mobile and interrupts the worker. He is forced to stop his work abruptly. The call gets over and he resumes. Again there is a call in the customers mobile and worker has no option but to stop. Is this mobile call not a disturbance to the hair dresser who is meticulously shaving the beard of his customer.
The victim was lying down in the middle of the road drenched with blood. There was no trace of life. People travelling in speeding vehicles did not have the time to attend the victim. Many of them were speeding past without even noticing. Poor garden lizard, it must have been fatally run over while crossing the taramani link road.
Children have just completed a year of hard life at school. Its time to relax!. No they cannot. They are pushed for fine grinding in summer camps. The grindings range from art classes to the high funda Robotics. In some cases they would be forced to read the portions of the next class. Sad!
There is unlimited joy on watching the bajji being fried in the pan and served hot. Crisp and hot bajji, dipped mildly in chutney becomes invaluable. Adequate care should be taken to ensure that a crisp bajji does not stay for long time in chutney for it will lose its USP of crispness and being hot. A tea shop in OMR road near kandanchavadi foot over bridge serves chutney with hot bajji. There is delight in the customers face as the stall owner pours many servings of chutney. On the first look it would appear that the number of times the chutney is collected from a container and served is more and sumptuous. A closer look reveals that the size of the spoon(!) collecting the chutney from the vessel is very small. So it is an illusion.
Few steps away he has a bigger competitor serving unlimited chutney, has a bigger place and three additional hot snacks viz bonda, samosa, small Cakes and butter biscuits. He also provides thick chutney for parcel. Competition!.
There is a small pond in the end of Nattar steet in Velachery. It is being slowly tortured for being located in a booming locality and doing a sacred service for storing precious water. As a part of torture, construction debris and garbage is dumped in its bund. It may slowly die due to the torture.
Also there is one puniyankeni(small pond) located near a amman temple in the interior of velachery. It is slightly lucky as there is a compound wall built around it. But still faces the torture of garbage being dumped.
Given a rejuvenation, both of them will faithfully and loyally help mankind.
The bus is speeding up in the OMR road. For a moment, i wished to fly out of the bus and go near the bird that was flying nearby. I wanted to exchange few pleasantries and come back. Conductor blows the whistle and i have no choice but to get down in the bus stop.
The mother was seated in the pillion and holding a few months old infant tightly on one hand and was using the other hand for her support. It was not safe. The bike was being driven in a steady speed. For the infant, it seemed to be a new experience. She was enjoying the traffic,sound and lights. I hope they had reached their destination safely.
The boy was traveling along with his parents in the MRTS train. He slowly collected a precious item from his mother and held it close to his chest. There was immense happiness and contentment in his face. The young boy should have got it in one of the shops specially set for Mylapore kapaleeswara koil car festival. It is a chinese made gun and in bright orange colour. The toy packet also contained few bullets and bowling pins. Probably the bullets to shoot down the pins. He again feels the precious thing and is waiting for it to be opened. He hands it back to his mother and joins his father to get a better view of outside.
Slowly another child seated behind crawls over the seat. He peeps to have a closer look at the Gun. May be he also has a desire to play with it.
I was shocked to witness the incident. In one of the by lanes, a lady was driving a moped. What is un usual about it? Her left hand was holding the mobile phone in the ear and the right hand was accelerating.