Rapt In Nameless Reveries

Of late, I happen to have a lot of time on my hands.... People want to know why the avid reader, the English teacher's pet who can reel off those applaudable one-liners, doesn't blog. In my defense, it is not laziness as widely perceived..It is merely a lack of good ideas to blog on or about...Not that I lead an uneventful life, though it is way less exciting enough to hold a third person's interest than it was a few months back.What can I blog about? I could talk about all my deepest passions(books, music, chennai....) in great detail.But, the first few people to read this blog have already heard all about that from me. So, its not going to interest them. I'd rather not say anything here than repeat myself. I could write about all the funny things that happened back in college and school when I get nostalgic.This would again interest only those who witnessed the happenings or were part of it... I am not going to impress or draw new readers... When I started this blog, ...

There was a power blackout. It was 2 in the night! There was total darkness... And complete silence.. I woke up because the fan stopped running..And there was no air circulation in the room.... That was when I heard the sound of his feet in kitchen.... As shivers ran down my spine.. I was suddenly wide awake...What was happening... What was he doing in the kitchen??? In a total frenzy by now.... Thinking fast... It would be safer to stay in the room than to venture out in the dark and face him....The little thief... But what if he came into the room???? What was I going to do now???? After worrying for a few minutes, I decided to face him... Brave! Aren't I? So, I groped in the dark for the torch... I found it and crept stealthily into the kitchen... I waited for a few seconds for him to move... After what felt like ages, he moved slightly.. My ears perked up and I turned and shone my torch on him.... He was too shocked to react... Frozen he glared at me... I glared back... That wa...

One another of the funny scary events on one of my weekly trips to Chennai.... After a 3 hour long wait for the 10 O'Clock Chennai train, the train slowly chugged into the platform at 12 in the night. I sleepily dragged myself into the train, only to find that I had been assigned the last Side-Upper berth close to the loo... Sleep overrode any feeling at that point of time.. I hoisted myself on to the berth and immediately went to sleep... Half an hour later, sub consciously, remembering that the TTR hadn't come ticket checking yet, I opened my eyes only to find someone peering into my face in the dark... I was suddenly wide awake. To my relief, it was a colleague I had never spoken to... "Idu S11 dane?", he asked me. "Amam", and I went back to sleep.A few hours later, I felt someone tugging at me.. I woke up again with a start. This time it was no colleague.. It was chain snatcher, trying to steal the gold chain I wore around my neck... I got up and scream...

The small and beautiful, sometimes kiddish things in life that give immense happiness..... A silent walk with your best friend down a flower littered, silent road in the evening, Sitting on the shore of the beach, holding hands with the person you love, watching the waves, Waking up in the middle of the night thinking its time to get to work, but finding you can catch up on a few more hours of sleep, Receiving a bouquet of flowers from your fiance at 12 in the midnight on Valentine's Day, Getting off in the railway station in the wee hours in the morning and finding your dad waiting there for you, A sleepy irresponsible Sunday morning, Luxury of listening to AR 5 hours in a day, Finding that book you have always wanted to get your hands on after a long time and getting to read it the same day, A night on a moonlit terrace, surrounded by the 10 other people I shared a house with, and finally, Blogging when listening to some soul wrenching AR.... PS: For those who didn't catch on...