Showing posts with label A joke of an index. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A joke of an index. Show all posts

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Bharuch reloaded


As I go ahead and get super-nostalgic about the Bharuch chapter of my life for it draws to a close very soon, I want to write about everything and anything that I enjoyed in that little town. And I sheepishly realize that I have already been nostalgic about those things long before the actual date of our moving out of Bharuch was looming on the horizon. Here are some of my favourites amongst the many blog posts that I wrote on the town and my childhood spent in it. Hope that they strike a chord within you too about your hometown in some way or the other.

Here's one on the most precious portion of the steel almirah shared by my brother, sister and me

This one on a physically violent and violently funny incident at recess time in school

About the experiences in and around a local movie theatre, a much frequented haunt for me and my buddies

Of those wonderful cycling trips we friends made around town early on holiday mornings

A little detail on the role of the tamarind tree that stood behind our flat in shaping our childhood 

Of wonderful evenings, days, weeks and months spent on designing paper planes which would fly the farthest

About an unrecognized moment of footballing glory in my severely limited school sporting career

An admission of guilt to the scheming child I was...

I could write all of these posts all over again, gladly... such is the complicated feeling that overwhelms me whenever I think that after the end of June 2010, there will be no more inspiration for new Bharuch stories. All I'll have after that are these memoirs to fall back on and smile at the thought that they really happened.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Welcome to my world


I keep getting these snail mail letters posted by Google's AdSense department every two months to "use the power of Google to attract new customers", all thanks to the little advertising bar which appears on the right of my blog page. They seem to be obsessed with the idea that my website is selling something which needs more buyers and therefore more visitors. A part of me finds that amusing and the other makes me curious, really really curious. What if my blog were indeed a real life shop? What if I had a 40,000 square foot of air-conditioned space to showcase my 'products'?

Keeping with that logic, that would make my thoughts the items for sale lining up the shelves of my shop and all the readers who stumble across my block of virtual real estate my 'customers'.

So how can I can help you today? Would you like this mildly humour inducing product, ma'm? Click on it and it'll tell you all about my pet bird, my dear Tweety, of how she literally fell from the sky and into my life.

There are lots more animal stories for you if you liked this one and have grown up addicted to Discovery and NGC!

Ok, maybe not. Perhaps then, you'd like this serious, nostalgia powered product on how wonderfully sad yet beautiful my last day in college was or maybe even yours was.

More funny/sad college stories then?

No, you say! You want them in red, the colour of romance?!! How about a poem then? Surely you'd like a poem about a grey day at work turning into a bright and sunny one! Here we go.

Oh, all right. I now see that you are the serious type. Then you'd love to know how much I hate corruption.

Just in case, you are feeling a little patriotic...

What? Too serious for you, you say. Hmm, let's see. Try this one then. No one seems to have noticed this one before even though it remains one of my personal favourites. Maybe you'll like it too. Inside info all of this, I tell you.

Or how about you, sir? Do you need something really really unique? Does a poem about my motorcycle qualify?

If you are as car crazy as I am, sire...

You say you need a cure from the travel bug bite. Sorry, I don't have a cure yet but here's a solid product which will tell you why you shouldn't be looking for medicine. All of this is this salesman's humble opinion, of course...

Day-dreaming of travel ain't so bad, eh? :)

Sky diving might just do the trick for you, wouldn't it?
No! :(

Childhood! Come on. Don't tell you didn't love your childhood! Sample this product, a tale of infantile naughtiness? I am sure you have many of your own too.

Want to go back to school? Sorry, I am no plastic surgeon or time travelling scientist but I do have a few recordings of my version of those golden days.

Sheesh! Nothing to your liking yet. You need some more time to think and analyze, you say? Wow, you ARE very difficult to please. But somehow that inspires me to work even more on my shop. Be my guest. Feel free to roam this huge collection of the most random thoughts you'll probably come across. I sincerely pray that you'll like something. The floor, all of it, is yours.

My shop is still a work in progress and it may never be complete. Some items may be on repeat display while some a one-off custom creation; some may be yawn inducing while others may be thrilling but they all are copyrighted products of my unnecessarily crowded imagination. So if you did not find anything of interest, please do come back. You see, I have a warehouse too and some folk call it my mind saying that I am always out of my warehouse. But I do venture into it once in a while, to capture, coax or drag out a stowed away thought or two. Welcome to my world. I hope you enjoy your stay whether you be here for business or pleasure!