I, an Admirer

Evergreen

2007-12-12T04:12:00.000-08:00

Phone Wire Pinju Oru Varam Aachu!!

Happy Birthday

2007-12-11T02:04:00.000-08:00

Parthen Rasithen - 1

2006-02-22T03:56:00.000-08:00

Billa Vs Birla

2006-02-20T22:42:00.000-08:00

Billa started for his final semester project presentation to BITS, Pilani during last summer. His friend Mani had accompanied him till Delhi. They reached Delhi around 9.00 am in the morning and went to Mani's friend house. Good lunch with lot of Bengali sweets were served at friend's house. The next day was project presentation and Billa had only little information about reaching BITS. Friends dropped him at The Inter State Bus Terminus (ISBT), located at Kashmiri Gate. It was 5.00 pm. Till that time he didn't have any problem as his friend who accompanied him speaks Hindi. His friend enquired a conductor near the platform for the bus to Pilani in Hindi. The conductor showed a bus, which was about to start and told that was the last bus to Pilani from Delhi for that day. There were few empty seats and Billa grabbed a seat near window. Later understood that the conductor had lied just to make us to take that bus. While the bus started moving, Mani came running and gave a pack of biscuits and a 500ml Fanta bottle.

There were only buses operated by Haryana Transport Corporation to Pilani. Chennai town buses were better than those buses to Pilani. He was under the impression that it would not take more than 4 hours to reach Pilani from Delhi. It was 6pm...7pm....8pm....9pm..... but still the bus was going going and going. The bus halted at a small bus stop and the driver & conductor went for refreshment. Total count in the bus was only around 10. And he was sure that none of them would know English. He was waiting for a right person to know how far Pilani was from that place. After few minutes a guy got into the bus and took the back seat. That guy should be a student as he had a note book in one hand and bag in the shoulder. Billa thought this student should answer him and asked "How far is Pilani?" But answer was in Hindi. Disappointed Billa asked the same question in various formats. But the answer was same. Billa came back to his seat. And few minutes later that student came to Billa and showed his bag, which was in last seat and said something in Hindi. Poor Billa didn't understand anything. That student gave an irritating look and thought for a while and said "Attention.... Bag Attention". Now Billa got the point that the student wants him to take care of his bag until be comes back. Billa agreed.

After few minutes the bus started and the student got into the bus. Billa again approached him with same question in different format. "What - time (showing the watch) - bus - Pilani?" The student replied 11 pm. Billa was really scared as he was not sure about the availability of accommodation in that midnight and he didn't even had food when the bus stopped somewhere earlier. He remembered about his school mate Sitaraman, who did his bachelor degree in BITS, Pilani. Sita was in Banglore at the time. Contact number was not with him. He called his old other friend in his native with the mobile phone and got the number of Sitaraman. Got Sita on line. After talking with him, Billa's adrenaline level went high. Because two more hours journey awaited and there would not be any restaurants or lodge to stay in Pilani. The only option was the hostel in Pilani and that too it should be open by that time. The presentation was during summer holidays of the institution. Otherwise atleast the student crowd would be there. 10 p.m. The count in the bus was coming down and there were only 3 people including Billa other than driver and conductor. The bus was going in deep dark roads. There were no street lights and rarely some hurricane lamps were visible at a distance in village houses. 10.30 pm. Count was only two. 10.50 p.m. Billa was the only passenger in the bus. The conductor came to Billa and asked something in Hindi. Without understanding the question Billa replied "BITS-Pilani". Conductor again and again said something in Hindi. Only answer from Billa was "BITS-Pilani","BITS-Pilani","BITS-Pilani".

Conductor got irritated and went and spoke to the driver for a few mintues. It was totally dark outside and the roads were getting narrow. After few minutes, the bus stopped in front of a small hut. Conductor got down from the bus and went into that hut. Hopefully it should be the conductor's house. Only Billa and driver were in the bus. Bus reached Pilani bus station in another 10 minutes. Billa got down and the whole bus stand was empty. There was a small light in one of the shop outside bus station. He walked towards that shop to enquire directions to reach the college. Luckily there was a straight road and entrance arch of BITS was visible at a distance. He could notice two guys walking towards the arch with IBM laptop bags in their hands. Billa sighed with relief. He walked fast and joined them. Those guys were from Pune and they came for project presentation.

BITS had arranged for a wonderful accommodation in the Visiting Faculties hostel. Everything inside the campus was well organized. Billa completed the presentation well and started to Delhi in a bus. Again the window seat. He pondered with incidents happened during his journey to Pilani. He thought that journey would have been simpler either if Pilani had a good transport facility or if he had good knowledge in Hindi. This had happened approximately a year before. Roads to Pilani might have improved atleast a bit better. But Billa's Hindi knowledge is still the same.

Big Dream for Small Trees

2006-02-06T21:16:00.000-08:00

Gardening is one of my hobbies from childhood. All I know about gardening were growing roses, hibiscus and other flowering plants until I happened to see a program in Doordharsan about Bonsai. My curiosity to know about Bonsai picked up there.

Before I say more about my interest, here is a small intro about Bonsai. It is a Japanese art of growing big trees in small shallow pots. After years, these trees get the shape of any normal big tree in a miniature fashion.

Even though I got the interest but there were no sources of learning the techniques by that time and I stopped there. In-between I got a chance to visit bonsai exhibition at Ooty Botanical Garden organized by the Horticulture department of Tamilnadu. There I could see different varieties of bonsais which triggered the hidden interest once again.

An article about Bonsai in Metro Plus column of The Hindu gave a light to my interest. The write up was done by Mrs. Indira Mehta. I contacted her and learned the basic techniques in three classes. Now I have four years old bonsais. Picture posted here is atleast 40 years old trees. Only after 5+ years, bonsais will get a look of a tree. My bonsai collection is too young to get the shape. Will post the picture from my collection in coming years. As my master said, for growing bonsai you should have little interest and lots of patience.

Dialogue of the Year 2005

2006-02-02T00:50:00.000-08:00

Guess it!!

Coincidence

2006-01-23T00:18:00.000-08:00

My friend has bought a winter jacket from Ooty. Price was very reasonable but it had some logo and two other words HERMES & Antwerpen, which I didn't have any clue. I started using that jacket when ever I travel to some cold places.

I got a chance to travel to Brussels, Belgium on a business trip. I went alone. From Brussels airport, took a car for rent and reached the hotel. It was a remote place and there were no good malls and restaurants near by. I need to go to Brussels central to get all the stuffs. After getting necessary information from the hotel attendent, I walked to the railway station near by to get a train to central.

It was a small station and only three trains per hour stops in that station. I was alone in the station and bit tensed as I am not sure about the train I need to get in and the stop I need to get down. After a few minutes, a guy with the British Airways uniform came to the platform. He looked at me and smiled. I felt bit relaxed and approached him to get the details about the train and the central station. When I said "I am new to this place", that guy gave a weird look and asked "Have you never been to central?". I said "Yes". I didn't know why he reacted like that. He told that, he thought I was a Hermes student. Again I didn't understand anything and left.

LaterI noticed the word Hermes written in back of my jacket. I googled immediately to know more about that and found the intresting facts that Heremes is a European network for Literary, Aesthetic and Cultural Studies. It is based on a collaborative agreement between partner institutions from six European countries. It has a partnership with one of the institution in a city Antwerp, which is very close to Brussels,Belgium. So the jacket gave an impression that I was a student of the neighbouring city. That was really useful to me as it gave a secured feeling during the initial days in the unknown place.

Searching for some good jacket or T-shirts with any of these words: Auckland, Melbourne, Toronto. Who knows!!! again the coincidence may work!

Bird Watching

2006-01-21T03:56:00.000-08:00

I vaguely remember when and how I got the interest of watching birds. It was during my seventh standard. School was half a kilometer away from my house and I go to school by walk with few of my class mates lived in same street. On my way I used to listen the creeching sound of birds inside a compound. Every day I stop there for a while and try to see the birds through the compound grill. After crossing the house, the talk will be about the birds. Friend accompanied me got irritated to hear me saying repeatedly that "I will be buying these birds soon and have as my pet".

1.Love Birds 2.Cockatiels
Requests for buying those birds were rejected by parents without consideration. Atlast managed to buy a pair of Love Birds (Budgies) after 5 years struggle. That sweet pair attracted everyone at home and soon everybody started loving it. One afternoon when I was in school, my father opened the cage to feed the birds. Besides being cautious, one of the bird escaped from the cage and flew away. Everybody got upset just for the reason that I am going to get disappointed heavily by knowing this. My father made a quick plan to buy a bird before I come home. On seeing a huge flock of birds at the pet shop he got so impressed by the different colours and bought two more pairs home. It started breeding and the birds count reached more than 100. Next intreset was in Cockatiels, an australian origin bird, bit expensive than budgies. Bought couple of them too.

3.Cockatoo 4.Macaws

Still the intreset is growing and the new targets are for Cockatoos which is again an australian origin and Macaws, south american origin birds. They are exotic and available even in chennai at the un imaginable price of Rs 40,000 per pair and Rs 1,75,000 per pair respectively.

I had 5 years wait for getting my first pair of birds I loved. Now I don't know the real wait time for getting my favourite Cockatoos and Macaws.

My Name is Billa

2006-01-20T03:27:00.000-08:00

First post is about the title - My Name is Billa

1980 - Pudukkottai (Subtitle - Maniratnam Effect)

School admissions for the L.K.G students are about to start by next week. Since pudukkottai being a small town, the number of english medium schools are less (in 1980s). Parents of a mischevious kid wanted to place their son in one of the decent english medium school . They have started training him with simple questions like "What is your Name? / Father's Name? Father's profession? " etc, . The kid learned them quickly and the parents are quite confident of getting an admission for their kid.

First day in School

Parents took their kid to the principal room. As expected the conversation between the kid and the principal started.

Prinicipal : Good Morning.

Kid : Good Morning Sir!

Prinicpal : Very Good. What is your Name?

Kid : My Name is Billa

Prinicpal : !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Every one in the room including the principal laughed after a minute of silence. And the kid got admission in the school.

P.S : The kid forgot these incidents happened at the age of his 3. And later came to know about his mischevies from their parents. And the kid has grown up now and started this blog.