High (on) Life!

A Nawaz Khan road, off the New-N-Gambakkam High road
Helped me lead this life. The mantra is
Don't worry (about the nautanki poltus) and be happy.
Do pub hopping, Go to karaoke nights & attend jazz concerts with foreigners,
Put pseudo cultural dialogues, eat burgers, pastas, sandwiches, pongal
(especially in dingy buildings and atop open roofs)
And talk of the lost heritage of the territory while traveling in blue board buses,
Where people die traveling in buses, make statements like
"I was dying to travel in public transport"
"It is so much fun, you know otherwise you are always in AC cocoons",
While making sure with yourself you have left the AC in the room on.

So you shall have fun of your life here.

I am not a local.
Locals are different.
They talk of greater verity and PE deals while coming out of The Temple.
I never go to such places.
(The non locals make such statements about local places)
There is more to it folks!

You attend pseudo-childrens' book launches
Listen to stories told by aunties doubling up as research scholars and tripling up as authors, and
While all the parents at the ceremony are asked to join,
You say you are yet to experience the sublime feeling,
And then come out, and
Discuss the truly wonderful body language of the story teller cum author
Over a cup of health drink, such as chinese green tea
Or fresh tender coconut water
Under eco friendly shacks
Made up of freshly cut trees

Sometimes my eyes speak too much though
And then there they are, telling me
(on me asking what they do)
"I am a designer artist..
and a mother of 2"

Vicissitudes of (high) life.

Being Felt..

Amidst the hall, waiting to be explored. Lights flooding in a way to enhance the flawless complexion created an aura, adding to the charm. The light shone off from the curves and the dimples, titillating the visual senses of all around.

It was beyond the working hours for the dealer, and people were allowed only to have a look, and touch. "Can this be opened, I want to feel the inside" said some, only to be answered with a negative by the security guards.

"Fantastic colour, no?"

"It's a neatly done job!"

"Petite, yet sturdy!"

"Must be powerful for this size!"

"Oh come on, this is not small!"

Exclamations filled the place, pervading the sweltering atmosphere, as the AC was switched off after working hours. Some touched the front, some the rear, and some gauged the top with palms lingering all over. Some knocked all over gently, waiting for the noise back, trying to judge whether the material was just 'fake' like plastic. And most of them were surprised to see it was not.

"Wow! Solid-bodied!"

"Must be just as safe as the others!"

More exclamations.

The people continued to feel, touch and glide their palms all over its body just like that, and as it was time to go, we left the Tata showroom on the Mount Road, after having stored the Nano in our senses..