And after many many years...

You know what is the problem with mouth wash? When you use it soon after you wake up, it tricks your mind into thinking you have already brushed your teeth. And then you know what happens.

Talking about dental hygiene, isn't dentistry a high pressure job? If you were seeing a general physician for a fever, you wouldn't mind if the doctor is sick himself. Or an ophthalmologist who wears glasses himself. These things happen to human beings. But imagine you are leaning back on the dentist's chair, and look up into a row of rotting teeth.

By the way, I'm in Frankfurt now. My first trip to Europe... or rather outside of India actually. Oh, there was this 3 year stint in Mauritius, but what is the point of calling it a foreign trip if 3 out of every 4 people you meet looks like and is from Uttar Pradesh.

And its surprising to see this page still exists. I thought this blog was inactive long enough for Google to reallocate the space for another of their battles with Facebook. Given Facebook's popularity, Google would definitely need all their resources. Funny thing is, there is a group called "Facebook is getting boring" on Facebook itself. I think I might just join there.

Another update is that I have a fiancee now. Which means all my crude comments, uncouth language, and filthy crap of my wannabe "cool-don't care a damn-bachelor" days are over. Well, if that is what she thinks, she's got something else coming; and I have her permission for that.

Lot of funny tid bits to write about Frankfurt and Germany and some interesting experiences already. But its been a long day, and looks like a similar one tomorrow. Moreover, how much can someone talk to himself. It seems Mars has seen more traffic than this blog has, thanks to that rover that got lost there or something. So auf wiedersehen. 

The Iyer Express

As is the norm here, let me start by saying that its been a really long time i've visited this blog, and even longer since I've written something here. Let me tell you, its not for want of eligible things coming to mind, but for want of opening the laptop, connecting to the internet and typing out those long sentences. I was hoping Steve Jobs would do something about this too, but sadly the great man has moved on, God bless his soul!

So then, the other option was to keep the laptop open and then wait for the whole story to build in your mind. But then, in such cases one usually ends up waiting for a whole week, and laptops just don't come with that sort of battery backup these days. And so the next best thing to do is to not wait for the whole story, but to just list down random short sentences. Anyway, in this fast food world who has the patience to read through whole stories, right? In fact, if you've even read this far, please go get yourself a candy.

Here I am in the chair car of this train from Bangalore to Chennai. And as far as the eye can see, ofcourse given the low height of the seat and my neighbour's bag poking my eye every now and then, there are only senior citizens. Hey, please don't get me wrong, my due respects to all of them. But it is a 6 hour long ride and one could do with some eye-candy. By the way, looking at the amount of silk and kumkum in the coach, guess there is an IRCTC discount for Iyers traveling today. If any of my Iyer friends are reading this, please don't mind. In all probability you would be busy plotting the curve of a space shuttle or breaking down sub-atomic particles to pay any heed to this anyway.

This next though won't make much sense to you if you come from north of the Vindhyas. If you are one, am sure you have better things to do, like say, helping a shirt off Salman Khan or watching Shahrukh fly. (there, now I've offended my north-Indian friends too). I saw a malayalam movie recently - Rathi Nirvedam. It is a remake of a 70s movie by the same name, that delves on an adolescent boy's infatuation/fantasies for an older woman. If you are a woman reading this, go ahead and say "Yuck !". If you are a guy, please take a moment here to get all nostalgic brother.

Ofcourse, I watched this movie only for the juicy parts that were promised. But in the process, couldn't help but admire the progressive outlook of the malayalam movie industry of those days, right from the directors, actors to the audience. Several mainstream movies of the period touched on topics like extra-marital affairs, child molestation, incest, pre-marital sex, homo-sexuality, etc and with explicit visuals as well. Sadly, my non-mallu friends in Chennai only focused on these visuals and got convinced that all mallu movies are porn films. By the way, one need only to think openly about such a subject in Tamil Nadu and every woman and man with their chastity, morality and virginity intact will take to the streets, supported by their household, their community, their government and their Gods. But then again, thats just my opinion.