Howzzat!

The whole of Coimbatore wears a festive look. “Ulaga Thamizh Semozhi Manaadu” (World Classical Tamil Conference) seems to be the reason. So much money has been pumped into it and lots of landmarks like the railway station, bus stop etc.., have been renovated. The Codissia hall at Peelamedu has been extensively refurbished to accommodate more than 16,000 people for the event which takes place between 23-27 th of June. So all schools, colleges and government institutions have been declared holiday, for a week. Ah, how proud I feel now as a Tamil girl! (never mind I took up French in the higher stream, my love for Tamil remains intact) So today is the first week day of my short vacation and I spent it writing my tuition homework (Maths) and yes, I watched Prince of Persia- Sands Of Time this evening (don’t ask me how). Astounding effects, nice screenplay… I’m not writing its review since I hardly concentrated on the facts. I didn’t even notice which kingdom the Persians were invadi

Around the world in a few seconds…. It won’t take that much time to think and imagine, will it? If I were to grow up and earn enough money to spend on a vacation, where would I go? Taj Mahal, Agra … A trip to the north of the Vindhyas seems like a distant dream to me right now. I wonder when I’ll step onto the northern states and feel that part of India the the world knows better. And if I go there one day, my first desire will be to see the most famous epitome of love made by a ruler who was both lovelorn and ruthless (he is said to have cut off the hands of all the artisans, craftsman and architects who painstakingly built the monument so that they wouldn’t build another one that is more beautiful). The backwaters of Kerala… I’ve got to see what’s so famous in the boathouses of God’s own country. I’d love to go to any place that is flush with greenery and Kerala, I heard is one.  Kashmir … A lovely land torn between violence and dispute.

Mr.R is upto his usual work. Cleaning the desk- the first thing he does when he steps into his cabin. ‘A tiresome week!’ says something in his head. ‘Atleast all the bills are cleared…Or is it?’ ‘Let’s check… the electricity, grocery bills, family insurance, mediclaim, credit/debit card clearance, car EMI, housemaid’s salary, typist’s salary, driver’s salary, D’s tuition fee…Phew! I’ll be damned if I leave out something, if at all anything. Huh! What am I thinking?? I’m going nuts.’ A knock. ‘Mr.R?’ ‘You’re late’ ‘I can explain-’ ‘Get to work!’ he bellowed at the timid thing, I mean, the typist cum attendant.        Mr.R set right the photo stand on his desk. He saw his wife’s eyes staring blankly at him, with a trace of a smile on her lips though. ‘How expressionless they are!’ he wondered. ‘Always the same. One can never trust those eyes - those two black, boring eyes’. And there were D’s eyes smirking at him. He doesn’t see him smile that way nowadays, not even wit