Yellow submarine

A school bus is meant to be yellow. Not just because the colour is attractive (OK, that’s the main reason actually) but because of scientific reasons. Unlike the kids inside it, a school bus is expected to behave. You’ll rarely see it meandering on the road or jump a signal or two. It follows all the rules and maintains decorum even in the most frustrating of traffic jams. In an ideal world, fellow vehicles would let a school bus go ahead but then Indian motorists seldom allow even an ambulance that sort of special favours. One more thing is similar to a school bus and an ambulance: phone number on its back. In fact, you are encouraged to call up the number in case you notice something off. What would be interesting though is to notice a school bus misbehave for a change. Like speeding, for instance. What’d be more interesting is to call up the number only to hear, “I’m driving right now, call me later."

Running out of health

Gym isn't for me. I tried but i couldn't put up with its tough regimen. Weights and strings aren't something my body agree with. But i do believe that leading a healthy lifestyle is a better option than getting fat thinking that it's OK. It's not. Whoever takes health for granted pays an exorbitant price. And one doesn't have to read a WHO report on what's really going on with our species. If you haven't read one, this is what's happening: The haves are wasting food and their ability to maintain health while the have-nots don't have the means to do either. Regardless, wouldn't it be nice to have a funeral where they look at you and say "Look at his dead face. He looks so fucking fit"? Anyway, i don't workout. I receive my share of exercise from pushing others into gym. Akshar happens to be one of my victims. I won't say he began gym-ing because of me but it did happen after i happened to him. And like all good things, this episode too came to an end. Early this week, he was banished from his building gym because the lease doesn't contain his name. Not to give up so easily, he protested by jogging around the gym—from outside, of course. Have you heard of a more subtle and healthier way of protesting? 

Whether you like it or not

The weather has been acting crazy since i moved north. It's almost like this city is yet to come to terms with my presence. And i'm not even exaggerating. It has been anything but normal here since Valentine's Day. There have been crazy lightnings, untimely showers, highly irregular sandstorms, sudden dip in temperature and occasional rise as well. All this when Gurgaon is supposed to be hot. It's supposed to be cruel. It's supposed to be dusty and annoying. Guess what? Last evening, it started raining as soon as i got into my colleague's car. All we needed was the sea to go with the ensuing drive. It was that wonderful! OK. It didn't end well. We were stuck in a traffic that refused to move for ages. Anyway, that was last night. As of now, May is about 15 days away and there is not a hint of extreme summer anywhere. Some mornings, i'm transported to Bangalore by the cool breeze that greet my face as we step out for work. I should be relishing every bit of it (and to be honest, i am) but at the same time, i wonder whether this too shall end horribly.