THE BLOG OF (sm)all THINGS.........

Having watched 'slumdog millionaire'  till late in the night....i had been sleeping well after daybreak....and dreaming of a turnaround in my life akin to the one in Jamaal Malik-the chaiwallah's life.... my eyes open,i felt for my mobile only 2 find it switched off...."damn!!..low battery" i didn't have a wrist watch either.... I was on the Azad Hind Express.....going back home 4 a vacation.... Wondering where the train had reached,i was about 2 ask the guy sitting on the lower berth when i heard something familiar" kharaab chai!!...sabse kharaab chai....isse kharaab chai koi pila de toh paisa wapas" I smiled....4 finally i was in home territory..... P.S.-an usual sight on Indian trains,especially those passing through U.P. nd Bihar,the kharaab chaiwallah's chai  is anything but kharaab ...the label being just an unique strategy 2 grab eyeballs....nd boost sales...  Eastwards bound??...don't miss out on your cuppa of 'kha

After the initial euphoria of being back home I find myself treading on similar lines 2 what col.karuna datta had predicted almost one nd a half yrs ago ..."being an AFMCite,i can very well say that after the 1st 2 vacations u'll start missing college sooner than you expect 2 do now"... .I remember seeing many expressions of disbelief then.... i myself was a part of that bunch... In hindsight I realise she might have been right.. 5 days at home and i'm done...a lack of things 2 do coupled with some savage weather has ensured that i do not venture out of home.... yesterday being no different,i was biding my time by watching some basketball vDEOS....the NBA finals b/w the LAKERS nd the CELTICS.... engrossed in the match,i failed 2 notice my 7 year old neice who had snuggled up beside me in bed,her object of interest being my laptop and not the game.... one kobe bryant dunk and she suddenly started chirping with glee "yellow house won!!...yellow house won!!

It's the 31st of march...the'IDES OF MARCH' have finally come to an end....or so i feel!! so here i am,sitting in LH-SUSHRUTA at 2 in the afternoon,attending a pharmac lecture... Not that i have much clue abt whats going on!!.... CLUELESS-dats the word 2 describe my knowledge in pharmac or rather,the lack of it.. Anyways,being an afternoon class,the U-2 batch is back 2 'SCREEN SAVER MODE' as COL.Moorchung would say...(u see...we dnt like 2 disturb our teachers ..any question put forth is greeted with such a show of energy conservation,the poor teacher is left wondering whether he's teaching a class of 115 or 15...) As 4 me...sitting bang under the AC,the urge 2 take a nap is really,really strong but 2 doze off right after waking up at 12 noon would require a herculean effort even 4m smbdy like me-the modern day equivalent of 'kumbhakaran'.... Sitting in the extreme top left of the lecture hall,i have an excellent view of the gentlemen who'v

'Bloomsbury Nursery School' the board proclaimed.He hesitated for a second and then stepped in.The same instant his phone beeped"excuse me boss,you have a text message"."bloody sms" he exclaimed. Ignoring the sms he proceeded to the school corridor and placed the lunch bag containing RDX at the designated place. Having stepped out with a wicked smile on his face,now that there were only a few seconds for the bomb to go off,he pulled out his phone and read his wife's sms"munna attending new school from today-Bloomsbury Nursery School".

         the 1st picture of note taken by the SLR that lies wasted in 4mid5ss...........                                venue-MARZ-O-RIN....                                MG road,pune