Friday, November 2, 2007

The Early Bird gets Pongal !

I've discovered the 'Pongal Cafe'. 'Pongal Cafe' is a small restaurant, about 4 kms from where I stay with a menu which revolves around what else but the humble pongal. Over the last two weekends, I have made two trips to this place but I have been blessed with the pièce de résistance only on one of those occasions. Pongal supply is carefully controlled and sometimes the restaurant runs out of pongal as early as 9 30 am.
The combination of restricted supply, a tangy tomato sauce and a cocunut chutney with a dash of garlic has created an aura around Pongal which is unparalleled. Its almost like the soup nazi from Seinfeld except the proprietor speaks Tamil and wields an iron ladle.
I've noticed the look on a pongal-denied customer face . He looks deep in thought, contemplating the potential catastrophic effects of increased pongal supply in this world and not really reaching a fruitful conclusion with that train of thought . There is of course, the satiated guy at the table who gets jolted out of his pongal-induced reverie by the thoughts of a world where there is only pongal to be had.
This is where one feels like doffing one's hat to the proprietor for his astute understanding of the human mind. Its not obvious to the layman but he who cooks pongal knows exactly how much of it would leave enough with it and without it.
I fortunately ended up on the good side of the divide today but there is no guarantee if the staus quo would spill over to my next visit.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Dark silhouettes, rain , gravel and two shovels !!

I got caught in the rain last night. Not alone though. It came down on me almost without a warning. It went from a likeable drizzle to an angry downpour in a matter of few seconds. That's when I scurried for shelter inside this unfinished house.

The gatekeeper at the house didn't mind me standing at the non-existent door waiting for the rain to stop. Just when I was done staring at the now desolate road, that I noticed a truck parked in front of the house. A truck full of gravel , two men in its back,with shovels who were dumping the gravel by the road. They continued to work, unaffected by rain, naked except for a flimsy loincloth around their legs.

I tried striking a conversation with the gatekeeper but he didn't speak english or hindi. I tried gesticulating , asking him why those two men couldn't come inside the house and finish the job when the rain stopped . He replied but I didn't really get it. I went back to watching them work, undettered, almost unconscious of the weather. I watched them until they became two dark silhouettes in the downpour outlined by their shovels, displaced gravel and the raindrops which now slid off their bodies with increasing ease.

I tried gesticulating at them but I could see that between us we did not speak a common language.

Thursday, July 5, 2007


Of course drawings don't always tell a story....
and solitude doesn't always have to equal sorrow...

Monday, July 2, 2007

Elevators and the concept of Time

Why do I hate spending time, even a little time,in elevators ? I have thought about this long and hard, mostly in elevators, while I'm on my way up or way down but I still don't understand why I despise each stop before I get to my floor.
And I don't even have to be in a hurry to experience this. It's one of those life's unanswered mysteries which makes me board an elevator everyday....

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Superman Iyer

they have their own Madam,
they have their own Sir,
I'm sure they could do with their very own exclusive Superman in Chennai.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Living Life by Elimination Vs Selection

Eventually when this idea is fully fleshed out,I would be able to justify why my choice of living my life by Elimination is perfectly fine....

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Evolution of the shape of Indian IT (circa 2010)

An insider's view on the emerging trend in the indian IT industry.....the shape of things to come, a trend not spotted by Forrester or Gartner yet...