Of Life and Love

Confused kya? Well, that is not a typo. Let me explain. It is strange when men get possessed by the urge of doing something out-of-the-box. Now before any ideas get into your head, let me say that it is a perfectly noble intention and is born out of a continued drudgery in one’s current occupation. And when you are doing MBA, chances multiply manifold that you would do this someday. But what form this out-of-box experience takes is something to be viewed carefully. For me and for some of my friends at XL, it translated into an urge to roam aimlessly in the soccer city; an urge laced with an inexplicable attraction to the pre-historic hunting roots that human males have. And so we three (Akshay, Lalith and yours truly) set out one very wintry night with my camera fed and fattened for the experience. I was determined to enjoy this out-of-box trip and I began by enjoying the freezing air rushing at me as I sat in the superbly ventilated auto. Brr… The plan was to buy tickets ...

The plan was to catch the metro back to MG Road as we had to go to College street. Now that is a street where you get hawkers more educated and savant than your aunt and your literature teacher, peddling books at dirt cheap rates. One look at the place and I knew why Cal was so full of ‘ babu moshais ’ for-ever lost in the intricacies of the written word. Only the traditional  dhoti  has been replaced with jeans I guess. Otherwise the  babu moshais  can still be found sniffing for their cherished treasure at College street like fish swarms sniffing food through coral reefs. Wow! Hey…but wait! I forgot to tell the most lovely part of the experience. We entered a sweet-meat…aww chuck…a  mithai  shop at the metro station and then began a sweet-gobbling game that resembled a child’s foray into a toy shop. Akshay and Lalith kept pointing at sweets just when it seemed we were done, the shop-keeper kept dishing them out and I kept rushing back from the wash...