three peaceful days in bangalore. home food, grape and apple wine, niece on rocket fuel, vintage bangalore weather and plenty of sleep(on my own bed.hmmmmm)
the chennai express on the way back. reach chennai at 4:30, groggy and bleary eyed. the filter coffee does nothing for the drowsiness.
get into the rick after serious negiotiations.
this is how it usually goes.

me:anna salai, how much?
auto conman:80 ruppees saar
me: what? 80 ruppees!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (the expression on my face is like he asked to sleep with my sister)
sorry only 50 ruppees boss
auto conman: humph....ok saar (rather sheepishly)

....its still dark when we make our way to anna salai and then it hits you like a sledgehammer.............a brute wide awakening.......the industrial grade super-stink of the coovum river........
chennai.... the arm pit of india...... the crotch garden....
the coovum beats freshly brewed coffee beans anyday.....

resolutions till the course ends:
*will finish course strongly like a 1500 metre runner who comes from behind to beat the field.
*join gym
*sleep early so that i dont end up being sleep deprived and writing lousy articles.
* dont drink hazaar cups of coffee coz im sleep deprived.
*stop search for soul mate whoz proving to be as elusive as Loch Ness, yeti and WMD
*read more and not look like deer looking at headlights on highway.
*write better and submit articles on time.

qoute for the day: what does not kill you will only make you stronger.

and i am a finally JOINT EDITOR for my laboratory newspaper
whoa qwul..............guess im a power fiend. i cant fire people though or decide as to how much they get as a raise.
shoot!their future is not in my hands........
anyways i am joint editor for a week,
i can pretend that i am master of puppets, captain of the ship, king chef, director of the movie, web master, ceo, what have you............
whee .headrush.heartflush.

k.....more in the morrow.