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To borrow phrase from the teen comedy “The Girl Next Door” for my post’s title, last week would be best described as mildly crazy and tonnes of fun. I mean if someone had told me that I would be singing three songs in 3 mins and playing in a funny skit on stage in front of hundreds of people. I would have said, ‘No way!’ But I did and thoroughly enjoyed it too.

The most common question my friends are asking me now is ‘How come you sing so well?’ In fact, it has lead me to thinking about writing a short article. This isn’t meant to be any motivational crap that is so common in our RSS feeds these days. This article tentatively titled Developing Artistic Skills You were Never Born With is in the works. Meanwhile enjoy your weekend!

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Yesterday, I completed 2 years in my present company, Infosys Technologies Ltd. I realized this while I was in the bus, traveling to the office. Two years, in IT industry years, is like a decade. I decided to immediately fire a mail to all my induction program batchmates. Loads of replies came and we found ourselves catching up with what has been happening over the last couple of months.

Yesterday, was another important date. I (and three of my roommates) shifted to a gorgeous new apartment within Mangala Enclave. This is my third apartment in the last 2 months (Mathias and His Grace being the earlier ones). All three apartments have been in the fifth floor. At this rate I might even surpass my earlier record of four transfers in three months during my initial years in Infy !

Oh, an update on me would be incomplete without a mention of my latest technological “investment”. I bought a camera tripod. Lately, I have been dissatisfied with my skills in portrait photography. Despite being the field I’m most interested in, you feel quite limited without a tripod because my 350D lacks image stabilization. Posting self shot pictures, judge them yourselves!!!

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After a long day at your office chair, you start wondering about what you’ve been missing. It has been days since I’ve felt the wind blasting on my hair. My body itches to feel the fluid graceful sway of its movement. In one moment you were rooted to the spot, in the next you have accelerated into a crazy ball of nerves. Yes, it has been days since I’ve ridden my bike.

It must be the ultimate disgrace for a machine of such beauty in movement to waste away in the idyllic shades of our porch. It must have forgotten its glory, patiently watching the hopelessly immobile sprouts in our garden grow to even more deeply rooted plants. Dust silently gathers over its chrome sheen and occasional showers dot ugly pock marks over its elegant frame. Like a fallen Greek hero, he rests inclined inwardly in deep sadness. Perhaps, mourning the loss of the purely sublime beast that suddenly overcomes it. A beast that roars in anticipation of a wild pursuit. Like a born predator it cuts and ploughs the air with effortless ease. Abruptly it would halt perhaps sensing danger. But, the beast never leaves the machine. It just sleeps, lurking in the dark depths of its own psyche. After all, like Mr Hyde who brought out the hidden instincts of the very docile Dr. Jerkyl, the beast was perhaps more primeval of the machine’s dual personalities.

It takes some patient effort to restore the chrome and leather that had faded with time. After all you are just armed with a dry cloth already striped in grease, a sponge and a bucket of soapy water. You have to work with one small area at a time and all the time you could hear another part of you wondering how much longer is this going to take anyways. Finally, I decided it was about time I felt the magic. Keys inserted, I pushed the ignition button, till I could hear the beast growl. It had awoken! With a vengeance its voice resonated from some faraway point. I tried raising its engine a bit, astonishingly it never gave in. Not a sputter, not a whine. It must have been the slumber, I thought. Must have rejuvenated the damn thing!

Moments later, I was gliding through the Thrissur Shornur road. Elegantly marked into four lanes, riding through this newly widened strip of road is a sensory experience. But like all bike zealots would say, it sucks if you do that on a car

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