The road not taken

At times, to pause and to look back on the path traveled so far, perhaps helps bring perspective into what we imagine is ahead of us.

From Auto to Alto - Part 1: The Auto

During my college years, I used to regularly travel in the over-crowded buses of Bangalore. At times, during one of these journeys from home to college or back, I used to look at the various 2 and 4 wheelers passing-by and wonder if or when I would have a vehicle of my own. I'd imagine myself in one of those luxury cars or those macho bikes, happily travelling all by myself. That'd bring a smile to my face and help me endure the push and pull of the mad crowd in the bus.

Finishing college, I started working pretty much immediately. Didn't yet own a vehicle and I'd had enough of Bangalore's over-crowded, perennially late buses. I decided to start travelling by auto rickshaws till I had better means to buy a vehicle. I always enjoyed the unique travel experience provided by autos. So much so, that my family and friend's dubbed me 'Auto King' or 'Auto Raja' due to my love of autos. I also realized that auto drivers were inclined to pour their hearts out to anyone who cared to listen with a sympathetic ear. Autos with features such as loud speakers (boy could they be loud), seat cushions, strange blinking serial lights or startlingly posed photographs of heroes/heroines meant that that auto driver took himself and his auto quite seriously and the passengers, if at all they chose to speak, would be better off singing praises about the plush interiors. ;-)

Strangely enough I never did pursue the idea of owning a vehicle for a long time. Why so? It made perfectly logical sense to buy a vehicle and save on the travel expenses plus have the freedom to travel whenever and wherever that I pleased to. But I just didn't buy one. I guess I just wasn't ready for the responsibilities that came with owning a vehicle.

But alas, the good times didn't last and there soon came the time when I had to change my opinion about autos and move on to buy a vehicle of my own.

To be continued...

Married Man

Married man?
Married! man!
Man, married.
Married? Man!

A take on the power of punctuations :P

La Bamba

Vijay, a good friend and ex-colleague of mine, shared many of my interests/characteristics. We both loved 3D animation, had a whacky sense of humour, similar movie and music tastes .

3D animation is very time consuming, and we used to work late nights to meet crazy deadlines. During these nightouts, we'd developed a routine to play both of our favourite songs. One song we'd both loved was 'La Bamba' by Ritchie Valens. Twas a spanish song and we'd both had no clue what it meant. But we didn't care. We loved it enuf to want to dance to the foot tapping music and it kept us going in the wee hours of morning.

Today, after a long time, I was listening to that song again and nostalgia hit me. Curious about what the song's lyrics meant, I googled away. First for the full lyrics, then for it's translation in English. Here's my find:

Espanol - English:

Para bailar la bamba
In order to dance the bamba

Para bailar la bamba
In order to dance the bamba

Se necesita una poca de gracia
a little bit of grace is needed.

Una poca de gracia pa'mí y pa' ti
a little grace and another little thing

Ay Arriba y arriba
and higher and higher

Ay arriba y arriba por ti seré
and higher and higher and I will go

Por ti seré
higher and I will go

Por ti seré
higher and I will go

Yo no soy marinero,
I am not a sailor
Yo no soy marinero
I am not a sailor

Soy capitan
for you I`ll be
Soy capitan
for you I`ll be
Soy capitan
for you I`ll be

Bamba, Bamba
Bamba, Bamba
Bamba, Bamba



Does the translation make sense? Perhaps. Perhaps, the true meaning got lost in the translation. And then Perhaps we should just 'listen' to the song and decide if the words really matter :-)

A book, the world for a book!

Sometime during a year and half ago, I got jaded with reading in general and packed all my books up. Cardboard boxes filled up, and thusly they remained gathering dust.

Recently I picked up one of my all time fav book:

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance - Robert M. Pirsig

As Bacon said 'Some books are to be tasted..'.. this one's to be read wholly and diligently. I'm borrowing a few words from wikipedia to describe the book's content:

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry into Values is the first of Robert M. Pirsig's texts in which he explores a Metaphysics of quality. The 1974 book describes a journey across the United States, punctuated by numerous philosophical discussions (many of them on epistemology and the philosophy of science) which the author refers to as chautauquas. The title is an incongruous play on the title of the earlier Eugen Herrigel book Zen in the Art of Archery.

Here's the link if you'd want to read more about it:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zen_and_the_Art_of_Motorcycle_Maintenance

For the love of rhyme, here I wasted my time

I didn't know she was listening
Till I put the phone down

I didn't notice her eyes twinkling
Till I wiped my tears with a frown

But I sure did hear her happily singing
When I confirmed that her mom's coming to town!

A 2.30 am composition ;-)

Impulsive Haiku

eager knowledge seeker
beaver pales when compared
and he says "yeah, I know"


Wrote this while chatting with Laks about Haikus, and his saying "yeah I know" ;-)