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Is that him?
No!! It can't be him, he should be here by around 4 normally, Wait, oh yes it his bike and that is his friend. Can I trust my eyes? Oh yes, I recognize that jacket and that scarf he wears around his palm always.

Is she looking here?
I can see her friend giggling, have they seen me? Could they be giggling about me? Is there something wrong with my outfit? Oh she is in my favorite top.

Adi, why dont we just walk down near the bus-stop? We could just have a cool drink and come back.
Dude, Now I realise why picked me on the way, am I the pawn for your game? Everytime this is wot happens, if ur gal atleast has some pretty friend,I could keep myself busy. Drat my luck man!!
Adi, I promise, you can use my bike over the weekend. Just give me company till that Cool Corner will you, please, please!!

Arti, are they coming here? OMG, why are they coming here? I am feeling jittery, oh god, I dont even know if I wore my pink chappals today, wot would he think. Arti tell me he is moving away.
Preethi, stop making a fuss, if he moves away, I have to put up with your lamenting for the rest of the day. Stop being jittery and be a brave gal. When he comes around, I am moving away, talk properly. OK?
Arti, you are not deserting me come what may, please please stay around will you!!

Is she looking in this direction? Why is she not even saying a Hi? Did she just blush? Oh she is putting back that strand of hair that has brushed her face, my, my everytime she does that it takes my breath away!! Wot is this Adi doing near me, atleast if he is not around, I could try catching her attention.

Did he just look at me? He and that stupid jacket, god doesnt he ever get tired of it? No actually he looks cute in this jacket. Ah that small dimple appearing near the right side of his mouth. Wasnt it that smile that I fell for? Arti, hope she does stay around, if he starts talking, I dont know wot will I do alone!! No actually, I want to be alone for sometime with him.

My my, is he coming this side? Arti, stay around will you!! Arti, Arti where are you? Oh jeez, she is chatting up with her neighbour.
This guy seems to be getting closer and closer. God, dont fail me today please, please.

Is she looking forward to it? Will she turn her face away from me? Will she disappoint me? I hope she just looks into my face and talks to me dead straight. Preethi, baby,dont fail me today!!

Check out that walk, the way he ruffles his hair, that scarf around his hand, that jacket always adds to his glamour, the same old signature scent, I can whiff it from here. That bracelet cant it anyone better. A dumb Mickey Mouse watch, stupid fellow but I actually love it. Blue is for this guy and no one else. Take me home will you, Aryan??

What can I complain about her? Those eyes are so captivating that everytime I find it hard to keep me eyes tied on her but she ties me down ultimately. That sky-blue top looks so good on her. Is it because of the color or is she so good that every color looks captivating? Those hair, I pray not a single strand falls across, if so, I am the most vulnerable guy on earth. Would I even trade her for anything? No ways, she simply completes me.

Aryan looks around, his voice is almost caught in a coarse whisper. Preethi gazes at him and bends her head down and looks at him in the most tender shyness a girl can ever exhibit. Those jet-black eyes of Aryan match those coffee-seed brown eyes of Preethi, the gaze is of mutual admiration, an inexplicable fondness, an electrifying attraction, a glimpse of a perfect world.

Slowly he looks at her and utters "Hi".

What levels have we stooped down to!! Relationships is a forgotten entity. Whether it is parents or siblings or wife or relatives or friends, relationships are a bygone. Imagine how one sits far away from India, working in some corner of the world to make an earning. He gets a call and realizes his dad has been admitted in the hospital. What can he do sitting elsewhere? Sit and pray? Oh but will Indian gods hold good abroad? Is that a designer Ganesha you are praying in front of? 30 years his parents slogged giving up their dreams to chase his dream. Today his parents cant see whom have they chased. Most of us are in this plight today. Ok not everyone does this, so what happens to the ones who stay back here. An even more demanding life for the parents. Most disturbingly, the moment someone enters wedlock as he signs the marriage deed, he signs the divorce deed as well with his parents. Am I blaming the womenfolk? No, I am blaming no one here. I am blaming everyone here actually. Women have lost the power to reason this attachment and men have lost the reasoning to power this attachment.
All in all the lucky parents would end up  fostering their grandchildren which is a natural substitute for the maids to take care of kids. Overhearing a conversation between 2 ladies of the previous generation "Pavam di, thaniya kozhandhai oda thavikra, adhu naala dhaan odaren" translating to "I pity her, she is stranded all alone with a kid, hence rushing to her place". The other lady says "Yen di, ennaku onnu puriyalai, andha kalathula namma amma 5 kozhandhai vechu thaniya samalicha, nee 3 kozhandhai vechum samalicha, nammaku ellam yaaru vandha" translating to "I cant understand one thing here, in those days our mother fostered 5 children all alone, you have fostered 3 children alone, tell me who helped us then".  The underlying fact is children demand and parents grant them.

Forget the parents now, how good is a husband and wife relationship. 2 of them working in software firms. Husband lands at 8 PM, wife lands at 9 PM. Husband is on a con-call at 9:30 PM, wife has an update call at 10 PM (Yankees' time-zone). Dinner at 10:30 which is the previous day's upuma heated in the microwave, off to bed at 11:30 PM. Wake up at 6:00 AM, catch buses at 7:00 AM and off to work. And this is supposed to be quality time. Tell me how long will this last? How well can even children groom in one such set-up? Shrouded by the guilt that they cant spend time with their kids, parents think buying a PSP or buying a cell-phone will make up for the same. Poor children, having seen so many such children at mom's tuitions, I personally know what a dent it has made there. Children want to just run up to their parents and hug them, they want their parents to acknowledge that beautiful painting they have made, they want them to just be there when they come back home. A child's psyche is the most tender one and once hurt, believe me scars will remain for a lifetime. Husband cant spend time with wife and vice-versa, what is the result? Extra marital affairs, adultery, indecent relationships etc and the cloak under which people hide is that this is a world of free-will. They dont realise the world was always of free-will, just that people choose how far to stretch their will to.

If this is the fate husbands and wives face, imagine the plight of relatives. Oh yes we have seen them in marriage albums, we have seen them when they presented us something. Who are they? Precisely the point, neither do we know them nor will our children know them but I still like drawing  family trees!! In spite of it when 2 relatives meet, conversations are a bomb "My son works for Microsoft and earns 2 lakhs a month", "My daughter works for HP, she earns 50K a month" 'He is currently in LA" "She is pinging me on Skype" "I hardly see him these days". See the tone of conversations. Some fond memories reveal most of us having spent best time at our cousins' places or at relatives' places.

The only remnant is that of our friends. They come in all shapes and sizes and sources thankfully. But even there "Hi dude, wassup?" "Working out in the evening" "Yo man, latest one ipod touch" blah blah for the wannabes. Weekends is all we get to meet them but thankully this relationship survives a longer term compared to the others.

My family is the most important aspect of my life.            I cant stay with Rahu and Shani, we move out

My wife is hard-working and she completes me.              I saw my wife last night and her project completes her.

My son is a beautiful artist, he has talent, he loves me.   My son, dont know if he plays something, 9 PM as yet, in his tuitions I guess!!

Uncle's son is getting married, I wont be there this weekend       Uncle? Son?Isnt that uncle dead? Oops dont know who this is.

One visit to the family god temple this week, been long           One visit to the pub, been a long time since we clubbed.

Promotion after 3 years, I am a DGM now.          Cut the crap dude, if not this company, another one, they offering me 50% more.

This is the world we live in.

High time we are observant of our lives, people whom we are attached to or build a sense of attachment somewhere.

If not, let all of  be ready to book our electric crematoriums in advance after paying before since when we leave this world, there wont be a single person to lift us.


Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same.”

The idea of visiting an orphanage and doing some social service was always appealing to me. However this visit to Chennai meant for the first activity kick-off of the Indi-Eudokeo community formed in orkut.
For all those goddamned critics of the ill-effects of Orkut, this was one of those activities that was meant to send a message to people that Orkut is a powerful tool for networking and using it for some good purposes as well.

The place we visited was Kaakhum Karangal in Thiruvanmiyur, it was a first timer for me, Movies had given me a wrong image of what an orphanage would look like. I expected a sprawling hall on likes of a dormitory but what welcomed us was something totally different. This was located in a small street that hardly could allow anything bigger than a truck to pass through. A small slum like locality and right at the end of the street was located this building. A painted board accompanied by the cheerful shouts of the children was what told us we had reached our destination. There was already a group that was spending time with the kids. That was when there was a white dhoti spread on the walls and the children with paint on the hands had to create impressions on the dhoti. The activity in itself was so enriching and so engrossing for on-lookers to see the kind of drawings that were being drawn.

Our time slot was from 12:30PM -1 PM. Meanwhile I decided to take a look around the place and that was when I clicked away snaps of each room. There was a small sewing room where we presumed that those ladies were making a living by sewing clothes. There was a small passage that led to  a small hall which had the statue of gandhi adorning the space. On the left side of the room was a kitchen, a small dingy room that housed the plates of all these 43 kids and that was the "Anna Dhatha" of the entire household. Nothing that revealed there was something that was rich about the place. There on was even smaller another room that housed the articles of all 53 children, i called aside one of them and asked them where they slept and she showed me the 2 rooms.

It was distressing to even think how could 40 plus children be accomodated there. Thereon we started our activities, we played passing the chocolate box and the kid that held the box would need to perform something. We started with Vasuki the cutest amongst the kids and she merrily sung a number from Rajini's "Chandramukhi". Each kid performed something, a dance, songs, riddles etc.

What touched me the most was the smile and happiness these kids exhibited. The gaiety they were in and the togetherness they displayed amidst the suffering and ack of identity this world denies them. Little they knew about the outside world or they suppressed all thoughts about the outside world. The kids were as small as 5-12 years mostly and what could we expect from these kids about the outside world. They were growing up as a family and to them the orphanage was the world. Truly remarkable children, so well behaved and so touching. It left a deep impression in all our minds on the kind of crazy behaviours we exhbit with our parents. Where are we and where are these kids who dont even know what are parents!!!

However what is needed is active help to these children, they arent materialistic, they seek love, affection and our care and attention, they dont seek isolation, they seek understanding. People may deny financial help but please please do not shun them away. 

All in all as I said a "humbling experience"  teaching us values in life.

Lastly the group of people my Eudokeons who made this possible. KGN, Major Karthik, Krishna Prakash, Aarathi, Srividhya, Nandhini,Prasanna, Sushil, Sarayu,Ramaa, Deepthi, Sumana , hats of to these people for making this visit so memorable. Each took upon an activity and ensured the best out of it.

I pray to God that this continues for a long time to come by and our community contributes to the well being of others and most importantly makes a difference in the needy's lives.

Links for the pictures of our visit:
http://picasaweb.google.com/ramkumaar.shanker/KaakhumKarangal

A much wanted break!!! Wants of total seclusion from civilisation.
Day 1:
Thursday morning 10:30 ,20 of us started for this place called Galibore Jungle Lodges which is around 100 kms from Bangalore.
It is located on the banks of the river Cauvery and about 7 kms from Sangam. Mind you the roads here are nothing but small streaks of muddy lanes that have been chiselled out solely for the sake of travelling. The entire way is flanked by trees and shrubs and small lakes and tanks all the way along giving us the immense thrill of approaching a picturesque place. The only factor that seemed to be troubling us was the incessant heat and we were hoping that the rain gods would show mercy upon us.
We reach the destination at around 2:30 PM, hog away to glory and then our training starts. I will not specify the trainings because my emphasis wasnt on them and was more on getting the maximum out of the location and the activites.
This place has tents as its digs and these tents have mosquito nets skirting them all around. Each tent has 2 cots and 1 pedestal fan but no lights. The entire place is cut off from electricity mind you and lanterns are the only source of light. The toilets are small condos with open roofs and the shower looked funny since it was along pipe at an elevation jutting out from the wall. 

The entire thought of staying in these tents was incommodious to start off but our attitudes changed gradually when we started appreciating the hardships.
The rain gods thankfully answered our prayers and there was a huge downpour and the entire place was pitch dark and we folks were left with t sole company of the lanterns to guide us. But we enjoyed every bit of the evening and gradually hit the sacks.
Day 2: 
The day starts at 5:30 in the morning.
I step out of the tent and it is a beautiful morning, the rains have left behind their traces in every bit of nature and it smelled so good. Right next to the trees is Cauvery, the river looks so tranquilizing, we can hear birds chirping and it is just the break of dawn.
We settle down for an hour's meditation along the banks of the river. As my eyes dart after every breathing exercise I can feel the oxygen gushing down my lungs and the sight looks so mesmerizing. I see the sun somewhere hidden between the trees and the other side of the river is girdled by small hillocks and the sky is clear at places and appears smoky at others. Right next to me is the river and it is so pretty to watch the ripples all along the river surface but it still appears calm provoking a small spiritual thought in me considering the complaints civilisation has against the tensions that prevail today. Just right across I see the trees and a few branches that are dipped in the river and the monkeys seem to be blabbering away amidst this haven.
Every thing look so serene and I feel in sync with nature, spiritual vibes are at their peak, the simplicity of the place and the attraction it beckons is exemplary to teach us the basics of life.
The next activity of the day is rappelling where in we ascend a small hillock that is around 400 feet from ground level and the rock we have to rapell is around 140 feet high and absolutely straight. We reach the top and I am the 5th person to descend, the first few steps when you are descending backwards does throw a chill down your spine and interestingly that moment though you know you are safe the mind is flooded with all thoughts of your near and dear ones.
 I manage to descend the rock after attempting a few action scenes and it was a wonderful experience, what I gained out of this was a different thought process.The first thought that I put in my mind was that of positivity and self-confidence in attempting this exercise and that carried me through, interesting to see how a few first right thoughts can set you right.
The rest of the afternoon goes with other team building activities that includes a military obstacle course involving jumping over netted ladders, descending trees, walking on ropes, jumping through tyres and it was an energizer.
All of were looking forward to the evening since we were told we would be entering the waters and what was the activity? Rafting
We were given 6 wood poles and 6 tyres to make a raft and row across the river where we would have a flags to pick up. 3 teams get dopwn to action and we had constructed a marvel and my team won the race, the loud shouts of "hailasa" and rigorous rowing, occasional falls in the water and the very feeling of being in water amidst vigor n fun soared our energy levels to attain the peaks of bliss.
The rest of the evening was followed by a bonfire and all of us attempting to exhibit our singing skills and by time I went to sleep it was 2 in the morning.
Day 3: 
I woke up at 6 and since I had to return back to Bangalore early I couldnt join my colleagues for the trek.
However I manged to find some more precious moments of solitude with nature and that has recharged my spiritual batteries. The head cook drives me back to sangam from where I need to board a bus to Kanakpura. The head guard at Sangam takes my luggage, ensures I am comfortable and stays by my side, I see the villagers gradually gearing up for their daily business and there is an old lady who hobbles up to me,I see that her right hand is broken literally and the arm isrotating around her elbow, I ask her what happened and other villagers pour out her woes narrating the story of how her son thrashed her and brutually broke her arm with a rod. I try convincing her and others about the concept of nuclear families but then understood what togetherness means to these rustics. All in all villages reflect the simplest way of leading a life. People stay unfazed by what happens and carry on their daily chores as though there is nothing happening around them.
The simplicity they exhibit seems overwhelming in front of the flamboyance the urban life shows and that taught me a lot that day.
In short it was 2 days of spiritual bliss , totally cut off from civilisation, learning from life at roots.
An experience I would cherish forever.
"Spirituality is not a concept, it is a learning"

It has almost been a week since I started reading this novel “The Chancellor Manuscript’ by Ludlum!! I have hardly any words to describe this master story-teller.

I am totally buffaloed by his plot and the webs of imagination and fiction he has woven.That is where he brings me to the other angle of my thought process.

He just reminded me that he too is ethological like me...

This mind is the penultimate source of dominion assisted by a brain that is the center of omnipotence. The ways this mind and brain could be harnessed to yield something productive are numerous, however it often doesn’t happen. Why so??

That is where this prosaic life of ours features, the great theory of Karma that I always believe in, the fallacies, the known pits and yet the mind revolts. The mind just can’t accept something logical as clearly put across by the brain and often when it does the damage is already done. That is why the Gnanis, sadhus, siddhas are often held in high regard for their immense powers to control their mind.

 It is often called mind-control and never brain control, why??? Because the brain always has its task cut clear but the mind is known for its leaps and bounds.

Hence controlling the mind and feeding it with the right thoughts can take us places but what eventually happens in this process is different; we would be branded as Samiyaars as though they are the only ones who need mind control.

It is just that our human life can’t unwind this paradox and when we do, we reach a totally different world that is so grandiloquent, a world that is devoid of attachments and that just has one destination.

Once we are there, the entire world irrespective of whether human or any other form of life will appear as yet another iota of this existence.

This is the truism of human endurance that knows no ends because we are ignorant of the start let alone the finish. Now I have always wondered this bit especially in Bhagavatham where it is quoted the birth of a child is nothing to rejoice over because it is just another addition to this rat race that is ignorant of its source, its existence and finally its necrosis.

Then where does the futility of this birth lie when I don’t make an effort to question that birth?? Simple enough I’ll bother in the next birth, how ironic!!!

Boy, Ludlum really got me thinking!!!

We can understand this unalloyed truth but can we try to get ourselves into it, Nopes!!!

Why???

Oh oh, it is the time to place my afternoon call to my mother, she ll awaiting it eagerly..

He he, guess I got the answer….Attachment

A day of strange happenings, highs and lows, a day of passions running high….How does it start off??? Morning 5:30 I get a call from a “good friend”, my eyelids are hardly open and she just blurts her problem, she has come down from Chennai with her friends and she quickly needs a place for just a couple of hours… Ram Tata Yellow Pages service.. Pochu thookam pochu, amma is like “Dei yaaru da adhu” Sooper, conveniently I reveal Suraj (office colleague)’s name, got away lucky once. There went the first feeling of the day- Surprise…

The next one hour of the day was one of the best, went driving and the weather was great, also managed to sneak in for the Aarthi at the Baba temple…Refreshing, peaceful, atmosphere of calmness,, the world just looked so beautiful. Second feeling of the day- Serenity.

I get back home, shower and jog as usually to my bus-stop waiting for the can to pick me up, see a fresher there waiting for the cab shooting all kids of weird questions at me about the timings blah blah… I was tempted to put him off but then realized people are different, finally I scared him saying that there might not be space for him in the bus and he might have to look for alternate means, the cab stops, I stride there majestically and there is this guy at my back takes hesistant steps hoping he wotn get chucked out…He he I can recall the expression on his face, I love myself for this mischief, I might age but my mischief wont…Still young at heart… Third feeling of the day- Enthu…

I reach office, usual routine, gobble breakfast, Masala dosa, t guy who invented it is worth millions…shuldnt say guy the mami rather… head back to my place, check mails and keep orkutting for some time. Ella vetti threads. Pick up SCM 500 and SCM 600 material for studying, total confusion, enatha padikka??? 500 is on MM and 600 is on SD, thanks to one of my colleagues who is getting married next week that I have to undergo this ordeal. Anyways god bless those souls.

Fourth feeling of the day- Confusion.

What next, meeting with my manager for half an hour, head to lunch, get back to my place and start studying when suddenly my manager walks up to me and calls me for coffee… He asks me how it is heading and says he supposedly heard that I am uncomfortable with something. I tell him my dilemma about 500 and 600 and he solves it, poor SD guy, he has lots to attend after his marriage.. That is when I decide that when I get married my delegation of work will be nasty. Anyways problem solved. Fifth feeling of the day- Clarity And purposefulness.

I am relieved and it is 3 o clock. Suraj walks up to me and grins, it is carom time, he is sailing on his past victories, Venkat , Gulu, Suraj and me walk to the carom room to start the next round of local vetti championships and man Venkat and me have clearly swept the other two of their toes in the first board. Second board starts and trouble brews regarding the rules of the game. A big fight ensues, tempers are flying high, voices raised, Gulu threatens to quit and peace is made, back to business, I silently vow for sweet revenge and I finish them off, success has never tasted so sweet.

Sixth feeling of the day- Passion, Revenge, Success.

Finally we head back home, reach by 8, amma asks me to visit a close family friend’s place, a foster mother who is being operated tomorrow for cancer, I can sense the pain and sorrow on their faces, wot a mundane life??? All the meaning that life seemed to show me since morning vanished, realized the fallacies of the mind and relaised the power of Maya.

Final feeling of the day- Pain, Realisation..

Wot a day??? Truly, the meaning of life was beautifully depicted since morning…..

It is the month of December, the month of Marghazhi in Tamizh.. The month I normally look forward to a lot. Reasons are umpteen.. Firstly Carnatic music, the bebop early in the mornin can simply lighten my mood, great artists with t likes of musicians like Aruna Sairam, Sowmya, Sudha Raghunathan and many others can just hold you captivated for a long time. I so like this because within a month or so there occurs this festival that I am so endeared to, the festival of music that happens at Tiruvaiyar, this time, my mami has invited me to join her, looking forward to it.. esp when the musicians go with "Endaro Mahanu Bhavulu" there is some inherent titillation that is so filled with passion for this art that I wish an eternal desire to be a part of this music forever, either as a singer or as an instrument, sadly these are also t days when I miss my grandpa who shared the same passion. I am really proud to be a part of this culture!!

 Another reason why I love December is because January comes after this. December marks the end od the year, a year of all by-gones and one that promises a new tomorrow.. The process of self-analysis, setting new heights to scale, new resolutions that are made all seem to provide a new dawn like as though everything that went wrong this year will suddenly change, a miracle would happen and the next year I will accomplish them.

Stupid na!!! I dont worry, this has been going on for years all together and December 2005 will just be another year, but this year is slightly different. I can hear the questions, how??? Well a new job that I ve joined now, new people, new manager, new goals and they say that my jadagam(horoscope) says this might be the last yearof my bachelorhood. Few things to look forward and the last but not the least is best forgotten.

Hmm.. If tomorrow comes...

Last weekend I got closer to the above word, unplugged, but unplugged from what???

It was one of those lazy Sunday mornings, the perfect picture of a holiday and I was priding myself over my fervent attempts to keep up with the sloppy pace of the day.

Suddenly mom enters the scene and pulls me right out of my reverie with the most atrocious evening plan she has designed, meeting relatives.

Gosh!!! One thing I can’t stand is the fact of a formal visit paid to a relative’s place qualifying as an outing.That too on a Sunday!!!!

I throw the tantrums around hoping it would be of some avail, but mom has decided to be deaf temporarily (we say “Karya sevudu” in tamizh).  

Does my damned fate turn around ?? Nopes it takes a vurulent turn, when the next bomb-shell is dropped. “Ram, we will leave by 4:25 this evening” mom reports back.  I am too stunned to even respond, Sunday 4-6 is exclusively reserved for my cherished torpor and she just blew it, reasoning is simple , 4.30 – 6:00 is Rahu Kalam and she wouldn’t dare stepping out, lest something happens!!! Drat Rahu, cant he extend for the entire day????????????

Sharp at 4:20 we step out and we head towards our destination, sorry not destination, the first pit-stop!!!

We are headed towards the residence of Malliga Badrianth’s son, Malliga Auntie who is famous for her recipes happens to be Mom’s child-hood buddy and they are thick friends ( Friendsa friendsa apdi friendsaa).  We reach her place by around 5:45 PM. We are greeted by Auntie and her son Pradeep who just got married recently.

Pradeep and I kick off right-away, thanks to the software touch. We are out there discussing the present trends of the industry; even Chidambaram would be abashed listening to this discussion. Then it is retro time!!! Slowly he reveals that he is actually a MS post –grad and I am shocked!!!! I asked him reasons for coming back, he says he went to the US primarily for education , since that is over, he couldn’t think of any reason to linger on and he has returned back home, I am speechless, would I do this?? Ahem let me not get to that!!!

But it was the aftermath of the above discovery that lead me to a process of self-exploration. He admits that he is really happy over his current beeswax , reason he believes is because he is working on what he wanted to , his engineering degree and MS knowledge have not gone fruitless, they have helped him ennoble his interest in his work and above all given him the satisfaction of doing something he wanted to. The question is thrown back at me, I sheepishly say that I majored in EEE, he says “ Trical, Man!!! Nice subject, but wot u doin now?” 

Given a chance I would have beaten Michael Johnson to run out of the room!!! I feel so timorous to even offer an answer. 4 years of gruntwork, laborious nights of electrical drawings, circuit gigs, and onerous subjects like Artificial Intelligence, all that drudgery and diligence have led me to a non-germane world, a world I despised in engineering!!!

Where am I?? Electrical engineering to finance domain and from finance to ERP now, Enterprise Resource Planning, where do the electrical fundae fit here?? Nowhere, have I done justice to my engineering and the laborious efforts??? Technically speaking , no but on the utopian level, yes why?? Coz I am in a famous firm making good money!!!

What a world???

At this point I feel unplugged; unplugged from my engineering, from the electrical world!!!

As I am struggling with these thoughts, I discover we have stepped out of Auntie’s place and headed for the next locus. We enter my cousin’s place and his 3 year old kid steps out with one of the most delectable smiles with the few teeth he has, I divert my attention to him, infancy again calls out to me and proves a winner. I smile back at the kid, musing over the fact that this kid has nothing to surmise or retrospect about. I am about to lift him when he lands a blow straight to my jaw… Ouch!!! I regain my senses, this sonny has safely ferried me back to reality!!!

Yes I am unplugged , but I can still feel the shocks around!!!