Colourful, great crowd, food and shows!
Friday, October 26, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Gandhi comes to Wellington
October 2nd saw the first Gandhi statue being installed in New Zealand, thanks to the Governor General Anand Satyanand's efforts.
The location was carefully considered and decided to be the front of Wellington Railway station (you can see the station at the background, covered for some renovation work). The choice was made based on the fact that the Mahatma was a great user of the train.
Needless to say many Indian office-goers' hearts will feel a moment of pride and honour when we pass the landmark every working day.
I took this photo yesterday.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Perfect Friday
Beat this!
It was a perfect Friday.
Waking up at 4.30 and watching Indians run over the choking South Africa in the 20-20 super 8.
Sweeter was Indians' success in that they let the nervously waiting New
Zealand into semi-finals by restricting SA to under 125.
Freshly brewed filter coffee providing the gentle kickstart; a little
bit of Yoga (though distracted by the marauding Indians on the telly) to
nourish the tired muscles and bones.
MS' Suprabatham and Sahasranamam on the ipod on the way to work, shorter than usual weekly meeting, sunny afternoon without the absence of the notorious Wellington wind.
Expectations for a relaxing weekend - today being the last day of the
school term before holidays - meaning no sport during the weekend for
kids - meaning no driving around to deadlines.
Someone informs next week is bad weather. Next week may be different.
India could win; New Zealand could win. One or both might disappoint.
Next week is next week.
Let me make the most of this perfect Friday. Hard to beat one like this!
It was a perfect Friday.
Waking up at 4.30 and watching Indians run over the choking South Africa in the 20-20 super 8.
Sweeter was Indians' success in that they let the nervously waiting New
Zealand into semi-finals by restricting SA to under 125.
Freshly brewed filter coffee providing the gentle kickstart; a little
bit of Yoga (though distracted by the marauding Indians on the telly) to
nourish the tired muscles and bones.
MS' Suprabatham and Sahasranamam on the ipod on the way to work, shorter than usual weekly meeting, sunny afternoon without the absence of the notorious Wellington wind.
Expectations for a relaxing weekend - today being the last day of the
school term before holidays - meaning no sport during the weekend for
kids - meaning no driving around to deadlines.
Someone informs next week is bad weather. Next week may be different.
India could win; New Zealand could win. One or both might disappoint.
Next week is next week.
Let me make the most of this perfect Friday. Hard to beat one like this!
Friday, September 14, 2007
Monday, September 03, 2007
Happy Krishna Jayanthi
Krishna attracts. AkarshaNAt Krishna.
Krishna ploughs our hearts and removes weeds, like a farmer, Krushi.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Cus(h)toms India
(*In Tamil Kashtam means trouble)
The visions of my home town floated below like a delightful dream. Motherland beckoned me as the flight touched down at the Chennai Airport.
We came out of the plane, pleasantly surprised the way the Airport looked. It was getting better and better as we have observed over our biennial jaunts. More efficient in the way the immigration officials handle the travellers. Flashier cafes and polished floors.
We descended the escalators and stood to receive our baggage on the carousel, once again stunned by the crowd (having got used to the uncrowded Wellington).
A couple of Customs officers (in their crisp white uniforms, well oiled hair and vibhuti and kumkum) came near us and as we were identifying our bags, jumped close to the carousel and picked a suitcase, put it on the trolley. Thus they helped us with all the four suitcases and I couldn’t believe my eyes!
Here are some Government servants, really rendering efficient customer service. I sincerely thanked them and was beginning to delight in the thought that much has changed in my India!
The customs officers accepted my thanks and I thought that these two Samaritans will move over to assist a number of other travellers who were having their anxious wait. But they did not move.
My Chennai-bred caution quickly replaced the momentary ecstasy of gloating over my Motherland’s progress.
One of the uniformed guys came close to me and very politely whispered ‘American dollars iruntha konjam thaanga sir (If you have some U.S dollars please give).
I said sorry…"I don’t have greenbacks. Only the humble Kiwi and some Singapore".
“Paravaillai Singapore thaanga…oru 20 or 30 kudunga pothum”. (It’s Ok give us Singapore dollars say 20 or 30).
I shelled out twenty dollars and geared myself up for yet another exciting stay in my hometown.
The visions of my home town floated below like a delightful dream. Motherland beckoned me as the flight touched down at the Chennai Airport.
We came out of the plane, pleasantly surprised the way the Airport looked. It was getting better and better as we have observed over our biennial jaunts. More efficient in the way the immigration officials handle the travellers. Flashier cafes and polished floors.
We descended the escalators and stood to receive our baggage on the carousel, once again stunned by the crowd (having got used to the uncrowded Wellington).
A couple of Customs officers (in their crisp white uniforms, well oiled hair and vibhuti and kumkum) came near us and as we were identifying our bags, jumped close to the carousel and picked a suitcase, put it on the trolley. Thus they helped us with all the four suitcases and I couldn’t believe my eyes!
Here are some Government servants, really rendering efficient customer service. I sincerely thanked them and was beginning to delight in the thought that much has changed in my India!
The customs officers accepted my thanks and I thought that these two Samaritans will move over to assist a number of other travellers who were having their anxious wait. But they did not move.
My Chennai-bred caution quickly replaced the momentary ecstasy of gloating over my Motherland’s progress.
One of the uniformed guys came close to me and very politely whispered ‘American dollars iruntha konjam thaanga sir (If you have some U.S dollars please give).
I said sorry…"I don’t have greenbacks. Only the humble Kiwi and some Singapore".
“Paravaillai Singapore thaanga…oru 20 or 30 kudunga pothum”. (It’s Ok give us Singapore dollars say 20 or 30).
I shelled out twenty dollars and geared myself up for yet another exciting stay in my hometown.
Monday, August 06, 2007
A Funny Quote
Always end the name of your child with a vowel, so that when you yell the name will carry - Bill Cosby.
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