She

It's really incredible how little things can make us travel over cloud nine. No matter where you are, what you do, the moment it just comes across your mind, it brings forth that very happy curve across your Next-Moment-The-World-Is-Gonna-End face.

I still can’t believe a year has passed by. Who’d ever have imagined about that very turning point? But yeah, I was the one who pestered her to take that step initially. Do I regret it now? No. Certainly not! That doesn’t mean I hate her. My love for her is unconditional and eternal. Indeed, days passed by so swiftly unlike those wonder filled moments I spent with her.

Believe it or not, I hated the sight of her at our first meet. “JEEZZ! What an irritating specimen??!”  That’s exactly what I muttered under my breath.

Two years down the line we met again. My goodness, that meet was inevitable and unavoidable just like death. Believe me our meet did not kill me but revived me. It was at that time my life was staggering to survive and this meet just put an end to the pains, the questions and more over my unquenched thirst for Love.

Undoubtedly she was my first Love. It seems like just yesterday I was holding her hand to my heart and swore, “I Love You”. Incredibly, days passed by so swiftly.  I could sense a hell lot of similarities between us. But still she was very different.

I was a pessimist. She was a B+ve 24x7.

I cried. She consoled.

I sinned. She chided.

I lost. She hoped.

I suffered. She prayed.

I won. She smiled. That smile, that very curve of happiness is the symbol of the Angel.

I was happy. And so was she.

But unlike all Fairy tales, it did not end there. We moved apart. That’s when Time played its role. “Fate ruined my life”, would have been a normal guy’s cry. But I would say”An Angel lit my gloomy life. She stayed until she taught me how to be bright all the time. She left when her mission was accomplished”.

“Don’t be an illiterate. Start reading stuff!” She was my Source of Wisdom – My Teacher.

“I don’t wanna see that Brinjal-Face ever again. Hmmph!” She transformed me from a hard core pessimist to a whole new being – My Counselor.

“Humanity was created in first place for sharing, caring and loving.” She taught me this unquestionable maxim - My Best Friend.

"I met her not to die but to be born again" – My Mother.

I held her hand one fine evening in the middle of the night saying “I Love You”. She kissed “Love you too!” – My Lover.

Till today those trivial stuff reminds me of those wonder filled memories. The unique ringtone I had set for her. My heart skips a beat every time I listen to it. The fragrance of that very perfume she wore. Pity me, I still can’t figure out its name. The 50 buck-note I once borrowed from her, the choco wrappers she had thrown away, her hankie which she forgot to retrieve and that card which I received when she left are my priceless possessions that I would never part with.

There is not a single day that has dawned without her memories. I loved more than my own Mom. She knew that. I still love her. I hope she knows that too.

My Loving Girl,

I treasure every single moment that I spent with you and will carry them in my heart till I depart. I hope you read this.

Love. 

For A Couple Who've Lived Together On Every Walk Of Life...

Called my pal DJ to help me out with clicking a pic of a couple holding hands. That was because I wanted to present that pic for my Grandparents’ 42nd Anniversary Day. Thought of being myself and present something what I created. So off to the beach looking for a couple holding hands. Clicked a hell lot of pics stealthily. None really worked out. At last we spotted a family with 4 kids almost of the same age. IDEA! Why couples??? Why not kids??? Thinking and working hard on how to approach them. They were from North India. Begged my friend DJ literally to talk to them and request politely in Hindi to allow us to click pix. He was like “They know English too! You speak!” Oh man! Now don’t irritate! “Okay! I’ll click that flower over there! Meanwhile you are gonna speak! ALRIGHT???!” “NOO WAYYY!” But i walked off and managed to click a pic with a couple of good looking flowers! The family is about to leave! GHOOSH!!! DJ comes up with a nice one! “Hello uncle. Would you please be kind enough to allow us to click pix of these cute kids??!” “O YEAH! sure!!” :D             

And this is the one for my grands! :D :D :D

IGNORE!

When you look at a Portrait, the person's eyes seem to be looking into yours irrespective of the angle in which you look! Similarly, when some uncontrollable specimens stare at you from all around you, IGNORE THEM! ;)

Twists n Turns

Yeah. It is true. Life has its own twists and turns and returns to you when you least expect it to. So patience is the key and yes, LIFE is the most intricately designed entity ever! :)

The Captivating Couple

A couple of white oval shaped egg like objects with a black 'r brown 'r blue dot on each other, guarded by a hundred black little thinny fragile threads, could be the most captivating and intuitively designed entities on Planet Earth! :) ♥

"Baby, I Luv U!"

Baby, you made me realise who I really am;

During the right time when I was completely off;

Then pinched myself wondering if it was just a dream;

Guess what?! It was a divine play being enacted somewhere far off!

:) ♥

L.I.F.E.

L.I.F.E ~ Life Is F****** Enigmatic!

It's the most intricate abstract thing ever created by GOD. It includes nothing less than everything! :)

The Goldies vs The Boldies

A brief gap of Poems from me!

Now back with a hot topic! Guess what?! It is Cricket Carnival guys! The whole nation is going crazy about IPL and stuff! So just thought of entertaining you guys with something funny through a commentary-poem! ;)

The story line is that I have brought the veteran cricketers back to the field including a few from the "Posthumous Bungalow" who will be playing a T20 fixture against the current aggressive beasts! What's more?! It's being played at Chepauk MAC Stadium! [a bit of a possessive concern there! :p] I'm not revealing the line ups! Go ahead!

Welcome to this rare cricketing fixture,

Containing some incredible talent mixture;

Here we are at the MACS,

Anticipating extraordinary power packs

As Harsha Bhogle walks up to the pitch,

The floodlights seem to have some glitch.

Following the rectifications takes place the toss.

The Goldies bowl first as a result of the loss.

Murali Vijay opens the Boldies’ countenance,

Alongside Virender Sehwag, who is known for his malignance.

Vijay works out a classical cover drive,

As Hadlee attempts for a late dive;

Viru begins his fireworks aggressively,

But returns back with a brisk 30 disappointingly.

The Chennai crowd roars for the captain Master Blaster,

Expecting him to pile runs faster.

A Sachin frenzied fan enters the ground,

Forcing a stringent wall of security surround;

It’s yet another show from the Boldies

As Sachin travels past the fifties.

Meanwhile, ignorant Bradman posts a silly, yet, sweet quest,

“Why is the ball painted white?” looking inquisitively at the rest,

Teammate Gavaskar laughs out loud saying that it was the rule,

The Don stared at him guessing he must be a fool.

Sachin then goes after spin-wiz Shane Warne,

Eventually walks back after the bails were gone.

The girls all around cheered,

As the local heart throb Raina geared.

The short man whacks every bowler for a Sixer

Just as when Jonty (Rhodes) holds onto a blinder by the Cover.

While Vijay proceeded with his brand of conventions,

Pollard pursued a few of his innovations.

Lillee oversteps, causing a “No Ball”

Which meant it was a “Free Hit” call!

Bradman inquires, “What’s a free hit?” with an innocent smile,

Lillee replies, “Dude, will you shut your gob for a while?!”

All of a sudden vanished ‘playboy’ Rhodes,

Who was then found dancing with a hot English Rose.

The last ball was flicked in style for a Four,

Leaving behind 199 as the final score!

TO BE CONTINUED…

SMILE - the most essential curve!

Sometimes you feel dejected or depressed! Those times, just close your eyes. Feel the person you love the most! I bet a million that an involuntary smile would appear! Carry on with the day with that very curve! :)

That's love!

He said to her, "You dwell in my heart baby. I will love you, live for you and care for you, now and forever!" She playfully asked him, "I expected you to say that you'd die for me!" He was shocked, "I will never do that, coz you live within my heart. If my heart goes lifeless, you go lifeless too! I could never think of such a disastrous happening!" She shed a tear or two and hugged him tightly! ♥

"Here comes the Prince!"

A typical Indian Monarch, a very honest, thoughtful Rajah, is on a hunt for a man for his beloved daughter. Mind you! He doesn't demand a man with riches, but a man with a goal and character.

Scattered by groups of young lads, the Durbar Hall was filled with a loud buzz, many of them discussing about the architectural marvel they were standing on. The Rajah enters the Durbar, turning the crowd dumb .
"Here comes the Princess!"
The whole crowd focused at the daunted side door. As the slim figure proceeded towards the diamond studded diwan, the dumb mouths opened to gape, the unblinking eyes widened all the way, slowly and steadily the whispers arose which was suppressed by the clamouring bell that marked 12 noon.

The interviews began. One by one, all of them found their way through the side door. One of the yet to be interviewed young men was gazing at the glass made chandeliers hanging from the colourful ceilings, which he considered to be a masterpiece. He was Dev, an 18 year old, peasant, an ambitious young lad whose major goal is to buy the neighbouring lands of the Rajah and make them his own. It was his turn to meet the Rajah now!
"What's you name?"
"My name is Dev."

"What's your profession?"
"I'm a professional farmer by the countryside."

"Farmer?", asked the Rajah and burst into an infuriating laughter.
Dev was astonished to see Rajah's strange behaviour. It was his first meet. He has only heard about the Rajah before. His grand father and father were all praise for the Monarch. "I'm the farmer who takes care of many of your farms."

"You're just the caretaker son. Did you know you are talking to the very owner of all the farms out there?"
"Yes, I do, Your Majesty. But I have a strange feeling that those farms out there will be mine in course of time."

"Oh! Is it??!!" The Rajah sported an evil smile. "I'll ask you three questions. The more convincingly you answer, the more likely is that she belongs to you!
"Okay!"

"You're are about to lose a fierce battle with an enemy state. You are being taken as a Prisoner of War. The Ruler of the opposition offers a deal. 'You give me your Queen, I'll let you free!' What will your answer be?!"
"What a foolish question, Your Majesty? He can finish me off then and there and have my queen as well as my state! Anyways, I will never let your Kingdom down. I assure you that no such situations will arise!"
The Rajah was blown verbally. He apparently never had thought that there was a flaw in his question!

"You have just 100 gold coins. You need 75 to pay the landlord. You need 50 to meet the monthly expenses. Will you borrow money? Or steal it? Justify your answer!"
"Inappropriate choices, Your Majesty! I'll do neither I shall pay the landlord 75 and restrict my monthly expenses accordingly. My life, my money! Both are in my hands. It's my duty to handle them gently and wisely. It's up to me to decide whether to ruin them or develop them. I prefer developing them."
The Rajah smiled. He was all praise for Dev's answer. He admired his approach.

But then comes a terrific question from the Rajah. "Your wife, ie. the Princess is seriously ill and needs a heart to survive. What will you do? Will you take the heart of a faithful servant of yours? Or will you kill a criminal in the dungeons for a noble cause?"
"I don't want to be selfish. Never will I do such things. Who am I to spoil their lives? It's my wife at stake. I'll renounce my life instead. I'll forsake my very own heart! I'll then be inside her. I shall live in her. She would live with me. Every time my heart beats for her, I'll live the moment of my life!"

The Rajah's eyes watered as he stood up. The ministers and courtiers were all dumbfounded. The Rajah broke the silence spreeing into a standing ovation for Dev! The Rajah said, "You've outplayed me son!" and winked at him. "I decided that you were made for my child, the moment you revealed your honesty by saying you were just a farmer. Nobody else who had come here prior to you were as honest, as self-less and as clever as you. All of them were merely money minded. You are a man of Character!" Dev then realised the speciality of the King. He thought the Rajah would be a great theatre artist!
The Rajah then cheered, "Here comes the Prince!"

LOVE - A Painful Friend

The moment I saw her, my eyes got blinded by those lustrous compatriots, which made me to realise that I need not see love, but feel it. Love is a terrible feeling, yet a painful friend. ♥

Let's Be Practical!

Sometimes things that you want to happen visit your dreams. But always only things that are supposed to happen, irrespective of your desire, visit your reality! So let's be practical!

Yeh Dil Maange More!

WRITER'S NOTE:
Hey guys! Those who felt my previous poem was long would certainly have a doubt whether I had misunderstood the real meaning of long after seeing this poem's length. But this is not an abstract subject, its sort of an epic poem. An epic poem HAS to be long! Therefore I took the liberty of keeping it quite long. It describes about a war hero whom I have not named. That doesn't mean its a true story. Its completely fictitious except for a couple of quotes in Hindi. Captain Vikram Batra, a Kargil war hero quoted "Yeh Dil Maange More!" by which he meant his heart asked for more. His last words were "Jai Mata Di!" Though the hero in my poem is found saying them, I assure its not Vikram Batra's story.

The poem tells about a brave warrior and also the scenario at his place when he is out on his mission. The "He" mentioned in the poem is the warrior. The poem has two scenarios ie. one at Kargil and the other at his house. The place of the scene keeps shifting very often. So concentrate and read it. The innocent wife character is too touchy too! And I would recommend the readers to listen to the Theme Suite of the movie Forrest Gump while reading this poem. I wrote it last night and listened to it in my iPod. What an apt tune for my poem?! Simply incredulous and a great co-incidence.here's the Youtube link... play it in the background while reading for a great feeling! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4c9EP0zNfdc

The poem really kept me awake all through last night. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I would rather direct this into a documentary movie if I'm provided with the required expertise, assistance and equipments!! So close the poem is to me! I hope you enjoy it too!

He received a call at the twilight hour,
From none but the Commander-in-Power,
The ladies at the house saddened much,
But the brave men convinced them with a gentle touch.

“Royal Rathores” was their fond family name,
Where all seven of them had shot to fame;
Now the eighth and the youngest of all,
Has got the chance to answer his maiden call

His retired father was a strict martinet,
Our then little fellow was busy playing the clarinet,
The enraged dad clenched it with a wrench
And made him stand on the Military Bench

Our hero was awe-struck at the number of medals,
His uncle immediately repaired the pedals,
Just to cycle him all the way to the Royal Garhwal Rifles,
The then teen, realised that the national services were no trifles.

Though he was then only twenty-two,
Gallant exploits were what he willed to do.
A skilled expertise was he in military,
For he was from the reputed Rathore territory

The only anxiety that he carried,
Was that he was unduly married,
To an illiterate yet charming damsel --
The one whose eyes endlessly glittered like tinsel

Our war man was stationed at cold Kargil --
Where he joined the bold hearts wandering on Tiger Hill.
He wrote an epistle to his father,
Just as his palms felt the agonizing weather.

The Rathores felt a decree of pride,
But the ladies would not be relieved until he arrived.
His woman was overjoyed hearing the letter --
This undoubtedly made her look much better.

The daunted war broke out at Kargil abruptly.
The warriors crusaded against the foes mightily;
They had nothing but their nation at stake,
For which they fought long after midnight’s wake.

The terror-stricken ladies conducted poojas in distress,
While their husbands clamoured, “Why can’t you be a tigress?!”
The innocent maiden secured her man’s mail
And thought of replying somehow without fail.

The valourous men were behind the enemy lines for a noble cause
And the common men wished them good luck with a chauvinistic pause;
While the Jawans renounced their lives for their beloved country,
Some ignorant and unpatriotic men only gazed at their television inventory.

The lady in distress had taken an anodyne,
For her man was striving hard in the dreaded mine.
She managed to get hold of a Hindi master –
Who could teach her the basics faster.

The confronters would take him as a Prisoner of War,
For most of his mates vanished in the fog back far;
Some of them died a brave warrior’s death,
But now he all alone had to hold his breath.

The opposing troop seemed to be around fifty.
All of them heavily armed and pretty hefty;
He settled down and closed his eyes shut for a while.
An exciting idea struck his mind which was worthwhile.

He slowly and stealthily hid behind a Military truck,
Behind which the hungry adversaries stayed to wreck;
He strained by closing his eyes tightly once again
And tried to picture his family and the tri-colour with much pain;

The mistress finally learnt to write a few words with intent
And framed a sentence which she would later repent.
“Piya, jaldī aap vapas aao, safalta bhi saath me latay aao”,
[meaning: "Darling, come soon bringing Sucess and Victory with you!"]

With a sudden burst of renewed fire burning within him,
He smashed the truck's fuel tank causing a din,
Dropped the grenade into it with epic force...
The giant vehicle rose up into the sky like a flaming bird
Drowning with it his last heroic words
“Jai Mata Di! Jai Mata Di!”

The sad news reached the Rathores through Captain Ross.
The inconsolable women wailed at their excruciating loss.
The men rushed away to the Regional Centre for a precise brief.
The mentally dead damsel had no life in her even to splutter out her grief.

The Royal Rathores were silently paying tribute
To their little man who received the 21 Gun Salute.
Then came fabulous news for the heartbroken clan;
The Param Vir Chakra was to be bestowed on their little man.

The award was for the champion’s unmatched gallantry,
Accompanied by his genuine patriotic genes and bravery;
The angelic lady cried when she heard the news
But admired her man for his courage and patriotic views;

The most precious gallantry award of honour
Now belonged to a deceased, but valiant owner;
The equanimous big dad felt his eyes engulfed in tears
For the first time in 40 long years;

His heart might have halted before the millennium,
But he certainly would dwell in our hearts for years to come;
He will be remembered as the one who made the final sacrifice
To make our Motherland a heavenly paradise.

The brave lad’s heart always bore
A self created tag, “Yeh Dil Maange More!”
Which will touch every heart to the core
Today, Tomorrow and for Evermore!

It's 365 since I last heard her voice!

It’s 365 since I last heard her voice!
Her last words were “All the best!”
I lay here on my couch deprived of heavenly joys,
With reddening eyes due to lack of rest.

She had come into my life
When I was busy trading my mind;
But then she plunged a pointed knife
Right through my little heart turning blind;

She is plausibly the best living statue under the blue skies,
The one who would belittle the stars’ twinkle in no time;
It’s unfeasible for an artist to create a facsimile of her with dyes
And it’s out of question for any woman on earth to be so sublime.

That pair of eyes was the best living twin,
The tears they’d bear were part of the costliest liquid on earth,
But now that she crushed my heart into the bin --
That moment I lost all my mirth.

Her letters were the best hand written prose,
Which I at times read around romancing;
Her attire often breathed sweet rose,
But now they are just nothing but tidy clothing;

I get nostalgic about those gleeful phases
When we used to roam about in nonchalance;
So I revisit those exquisite places
And enjoy her charisma in clairvoyance.

In a beauty contest in my reverie,
Attended by beauty dolls from around the earth;
There she comes clad in a traditional red saree
And hammers the finalists in style proving her worth;

We were accustomed to walking hand-in-hand;
One fine sunny Sunday I stepped onto the beach,
Probing around for her despondently in the dusk of the yellow land
For my love had met with an abrupt breach.

The enchanting voice still echoes in my eardrum,
Here I am day-by-day obsessed,
To me her heart is still an unsolved conundrum,
But yet I pray for her to be the Blessed.

An instinct deep inside me feels she’ll return one day,
As my love for her is unceasingly true,
I wish “Love never falters!” as people often say
And larks between both of us forever and grew.

Nevertheless, it’s just 365 since I last heard her voice
And I’m sure that before the world closes its eyes
That symphony would yet again be echoing in poise.

Eyes never lie...

You can express it in millions of innovative ways but none can outsmart your eyes! Remember... your eyes never lie! :)

Ignore the ingnorant...

People around you may at times misunderstand, misjudge or perhaps abandon you. But see that you make it a point to prove your worth and make them feel that they were absolutely wrong about you. You win, if they regret their actions and come back to you. They lose, if they still remain in worthless darkness. :)

My First Photowalk

It was a Sunday. 7th February 2010. That day was supposed to be my first Photowalk. It starts @ 7:00 AM. I was sleepy and was lying on my bed. Yawnnn!! The time was 6:00! Oh Shit!!

Got up all of a sudden! Brushing... I do not even know the place... How am I gonna reach? I have to make it! It's after all my first Photowalk!

"Grandpa... Which bus should I take to reach the Nehru Park on Poonamallee High Road?"

"Hmm.. 27 D. Direct bus!"

"Wow! Cool! No sweat!"

Bathing... Thank God man! There is a direct bus. I'll make it even sooner than I had thought!

I was so excited that I updated my Facebook status update along with the mount of work.

6:40. "Buh Bye... I'll be back home by 11:00 AM"

Santhome Bus Stand. At 6:42 it was a very crowded place [sarcastic] with as many as 2 people!
A 6:45 came my 27 D. Got into it with great confidence. I thought I would be able to reach my destination at 7:00 sharp.

"Anna.. oru Nehru Park - Poonamallee High Road"
"This bus won't go!"

I was like WTF??!
"Then, which bus will take me there?!"

Whistle!
I was left without an answer! The bus stopped. I stopped dead. Before I could even step on the foot board he whistled again. I got back to my senses and got down frustrated!

There was still more crowd in the bus stand with as many as one man! The other man must have taken another bus meanwhile.

I approached the man. "Nehru Park - Poonamallee High Road. Which bus to take?"
"21 E thambi!

21 E?? I don't think that will take me.. But this man seems to be so confident! Let me see!

6:50. M21E, an extended service of the same bus. I got into the bus.

"Anna, one Nehru Park, Poonamallee High Road"
"Nehru Park or some other park paa?

I answered him like an Ex-Army Official.
"N-E-H-R-U P-A-R-K"
"Okay, 4 Rs"
"Thanks anna."

I requested him to intimate me where I should be getting down. He then started to tell something which startled me!
"Thambi, I think the place you just mentioned is the Children's Park near Anna University."
"W-H-A-T??! Children's Park ah? Illa anna, na solradhu Nehru Park on P-O-O-N-A-M-A-L-L-E-E H-I-G-H R-O-A-D "
"Hmmm... now do what I say. Get down at Anna University and take either 29 C or 47 A. Direct bus from there!"
I was anxious and fell into ambiguity!
Took out my mobile in a panicky fashion. Called my pals DJ and Faisal. Ring Ring Ring Ring... The subscriber you have dialled has not replied. Please try later. If you wish to leave a voice SMS.... Crap... there is no time even to speak and this woman wants a voice SMS!!

There came Anna University. I got down. Ran to a youth and asked what's the bus.
"Therilengga!"
Another youth.. "Theriyale paa!"
With no other go I had to approach an elderly man. "Uncle... Nehru Park - Poonamallee High Road.. entha bus?"
The man started to blabber something to himself.. " Nehru Park... near Central Railway Station...hmm... ippidi ponaa Saidapettu, Teynampettu, Egmoru.... appidi ponaa Adyaru, San Thomu.... Thambi, you do one thing! Go to the opposite bus stand, take a bus to San Thome and from there 27 D. Direct bus!"
Whatt??!! Blistering Barnacles! That makes sense! After all, my Grandpa was right! The only mistake I made was to stand on the opposite bus stand near my residence! I had taken the right bus but the wrong route and bus stand! If at all the conductor of the very first bus I got into had told me that it was the opposite route I should be taking, it would have been perfectly fine! Thoughts of all sorts rushed in and out of my mind!
I asked him abruptly, "Which route is shorter? Towards Saidapet or San Thome?"
"If you want to go towards Saidapet, you have to take at least 2 -3 alternate buses. You better ask the people on the opposite bus stand about the way towards San Thome!"
"Thanks Uncle"

I crossed the road fighting my way anxiously through the speeding vehicles. I inquired the cop near the Anna University gate.
"Sir, Nehru Park.... Poonamallee High Road.. entha bus?"
"Poonamallee High Roadle Nehru Park ah?
"Hmm... yes.."
"Which part of Poonamallee High Road?"
"I don't know all that, uncle. This is the first time I'm going there. Just tell me which bus to take!"
"Landmark sollu paa"
Uh oh! I do not know the landmark! Yeah! The old man said Central Railway station!
"Uncle, Central pakathula!
"Central ah? Yaaro unakku wrong landmark solli irukkanga paa! Ask the correct landmark!"
He started laughing to himself. I started laughing too at the situation I was in!

Thank goodness I had saved the mobile number of the organiser the previous day in my mobile.
7:05. Shitt! They would have kicked off from Nehru Park by now!
Ring... Ring... Ring...
"Uh Hallo? Mr. Vatsan?"
"Yess!"
"Sir, my name is Krishna. I wanna join you guys for the Photowalk. But unfortunately, I boarded the wrong bus and landed up somewhere else."
"Enga irukkaell?!"
That's a strong Ayyengar accent.He must be an Iyyengar.
"At the moment, I'm right in front of Anna University Campus. What's the bus from here?"
"Neega onnu seyungo! Purasaiwakkam-ku bus-su kaettu vanthudungo!"
"Sir, Landmark?"
"Sangam Theatre"
"Okay Sir, thanks a lot"

Now back to the cop.
"Uncle, Sangam theatre pakathula!"
"Sangam theatre aah? Enna paa nee itha vittutu Centrallu adhu idunnu enna kolappura? Seri. Now cross the road. Take the bus 23 C and ask for Dasaprakash Hotel!"
"Romba nandri uncle!"

I sped my way through the super fast Innovas and Scorpios on the road. I scanned through the crowd for the old man but could not spot him. I was impatient for the 23 C to come.
7:12.
"Enna paa aachu?!"
Who's dat??
It was the old man standing behind me!
"Hello uncle! Ungala thaan thaedinen! The policeman told me to catch the 23 C bus and ask for Dasaprakash Hotel uncle"
"Good heavens! I forgot the route completely! Yeah! The 23 C service is a direct one too!"
Then I was narrating him the whole story that happened since morning and to my relief entered a 23 C DELUXE bus into the stand at 07:17. I was about to get into the bus.
"Thambi, adhu Deluxe bussu paa!"
"Paravaale uncle, it's urgent! Bye!"

To the conductor, "Anna,Sangam Theatre near Hotel Dasaprakash which is near Nehru Park on Poonamallee High Road!"
"Edhaavudhu onnu sollu paa!" and he started laughing.
The people around me started laughing too. I couldn't control myself. I joined them in the party too!! :D
Then I somehow managed to secure a ticket and a seat for myself.
Saidapet. Teynampet. Anna Salai. Egmore. Dasaprakash Hotel.

"Anna, Nehru Park enge irukku?"
"Naera poyie, parstu rightu baa!"
"Thanksnaa"

Here it is! NEHRU PARK.
Calling Mr. Vatsan. Ring... Ring... Ring...
"Hallo. Sir, this is Krishna again. I am now at the entrance gate of Nehru Park. Where are you people exactly?"
"Nehru Parkopposite-le oru roadu pogum paarungo!"
"Aama sir, pogudhu!"
"Take that road.Appidiye naera nadandhu vandhundey irungo, last right thirumbinaell-na,you can catch up with us!
"Thanks a lot, Sir!"

7:45
I then reached out for my camera. Literally started Photowalking. As I was told, I took that road and the last right and caught up with the rear end of the Photowalkers. I saw a man whom I assumed to be a pro in Photography for he had a huge Canon DSLR. I walked upto him. He beamed at me as if we were friends for years.
"Hello Sir. My name's Krishna. This is my first Photowalk! I think I'm late"
To my amazement, his reply was "No, it started just 10 mins ago. Atanu Mandal. This is my first Photowalk too!"
I was nearly petrified and in disbelief, I shifted my sight from him to the huge DSLR in his hand!
"What? Really? I can't believe it! Aren't you a pro in Photography?"
"No, I'm working for a networking company and Photography is my passion."
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So the morning went on just like that. We had captured many pics. At last we broke our fast at Welcome Hotel which is well known for its Idlies and Sambar. In the end we exchanged our contact info with each other and bade adieu.

This time I got the 27 D at the right station and reached the same bus stop where I was standing a few hours ago. I had made a perfect round about of Chennai as I had taken only one route since the beginning of my travel!

So that was a great experience of Travel and Photography! I have posted the pics too. Just check them out. Follow the link!

P.S. You need not be on Facebook to view the pics! ;)

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2040410&id=1586542471&l=26bc2e0b38