In my native place

2006-12-24T06:28:00.000-08:00

The first thing that a person feels when someone tells him "i m goin 2 my native place" ..is lucky idiot.You know,lulling around in a semi rural area,no worries,no troubles.It is when the idiot is you that you know otherwise.
I am at my native place now,semi-rural and laid back it is not.... The net connection they have here is twice the speed i get at my home,and since a device called mobile phone was invented..trouble follows u around(remember the cute puppy in the hutch ad?).
It is a big drain on ones memory when old people who you are very sure you have never met asks"remember me?"...Yea sure.
Then what is the big hullabaloo in going to your native place?
I dont kno yet...but if i find an answer to it i'll surely blog.

Joggin

2006-12-21T09:41:00.000-08:00

Moi would be a big(size),narrow(opinion) and lofty(ambition) man.A typical day in my life is definitely infinitely more boring than a huge asteroid speeding towards earth and heralding the apocalypse.Since most of you wont want the second and more interesting thing to happen,ill describe the first thing.I wake up hearing the alarm in my mobile.

At this point i digress to tell about my sweet mobile (aaaaahhhh).
A Motorola set that seems to have been the very first one the company came out with.It is so jam packed with features that u need 9 steps to reach the in-box,11 to reach the message editor and 17 to send a message.Its battery lasts around 7 hours and its voice clarity is not even near crystal. The alarm is 5 consecutive beeps and i find it necessary to set 3 consecutive alarms for 3 consecutive minutes to wake.

A daily jog is my one great ambition, but i manage it for only a maximum of three times in a week.Kanakakunnu is a great place in the morning.It abounds in natural beauty, early morning freshness,architectural splendor;and to make up for this is a hoard of females who purse peak body fitness early in the morning.Me and my friend Manu's great bouts of speed manifest only in situations where it is necessary to catch a glimpse of a female turning a corner.

Joggin is the perfect time to see normally sane people(i think) do weired (ahem) exercises.There is this group of 4 elderly gentlemen who get together in a circle to perform yoga.They heap there keys in the middle and start doing all these Namaskarams We call them 'the cult of the key worshipers'.
Then there is this group of kick boxing students.I wanted to join them until i realized their warm up exercise took them 3 times around the compound.There is just one girl to study kick boxing(Manu's comment about that anomaly still makes me laugh).
On a serious note,one thing that struck my eyes and my heart is this really sweet couple who come for a morning walk.The love that is between them is palpable.

On a weekend,the jog which begins at 5 30 in the morning leads to almost 8.Actual jogging and exercise take about 20 minutes.The rest is spent talking and seeing the sights and sounds of early morning.I often wonder what it is about the morning time that makes me happy to be alive.May be it is the tremors of a waking city,or witnessing man's eternal battle against obesity or may be the pleasure of being one among a group of people who gather to greet the morning in an old palace ground.

We arrive at the truth being sceptical

In my native place

Joggin