Tunga village v/s ISB
15 years ago
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Some friendships go beyond words!
Made this sketch-
Dedicated to all my friends who from time to time act as the Hobbes in my life- are awesome companions, give the correct advice always, make sure my feet are firmly planted on the ground and force us me share all my precious possessions with them (read food)!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Love Rains! Love Corn on the cob!
Rains are here! finally!
And with them they bring joy, greenery, potholes, happy kids and my favorite corn on the cob!
Today i tasted the first one of the season. Even if that meant getting down a good 2 kilometers before my house and walking for rest of the distance.
I got one with loads of lemon on it and very soon only the cob was left. I started walking towards home only to realize how few dustbins we have in this country. I looked for every suitable place to get rid of the remnants of the snack but it was still with me after a god ten minutes.
While i was walking back i thought of a mathematical theory. Here goes "the time for which one holds a garbage item,before disposing it on the road ,for lack of dustbin, is a directly proportional to the desire to be a good citizen,the cleanliness of the neighborhood and how many people are watching . And just before this value started to seem like infinity (that means when i was just about to throw it on the roadside), i came across this upmarket sweet shop and disposed my not-so-precious companion of twenty minutes in its trendy bin.
The shop owner glared at me as if i had let lose a wild cat in an antique furniture shop.
The thing is that his stare made me feel more at fault than i would have felt had i thrown in on the roadside. Something somewhere went extremely wrong in this country.
And with them they bring joy, greenery, potholes, happy kids and my favorite corn on the cob!
Today i tasted the first one of the season. Even if that meant getting down a good 2 kilometers before my house and walking for rest of the distance.
I got one with loads of lemon on it and very soon only the cob was left. I started walking towards home only to realize how few dustbins we have in this country. I looked for every suitable place to get rid of the remnants of the snack but it was still with me after a god ten minutes.
While i was walking back i thought of a mathematical theory. Here goes "the time for which one holds a garbage item,before disposing it on the road ,for lack of dustbin, is a directly proportional to the desire to be a good citizen,the cleanliness of the neighborhood and how many people are watching . And just before this value started to seem like infinity (that means when i was just about to throw it on the roadside), i came across this upmarket sweet shop and disposed my not-so-precious companion of twenty minutes in its trendy bin.
The shop owner glared at me as if i had let lose a wild cat in an antique furniture shop.
The thing is that his stare made me feel more at fault than i would have felt had i thrown in on the roadside. Something somewhere went extremely wrong in this country.
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