Of autoricksaws in Bangalore

Pardon my stuck-uppity-ness, but i believe the name "Bangalore" still suits this city rather than "Bengaluru", because of how American it sounds- more than the latter at least. Besides everything galores here.
Today morning, cold as it was i dressed warmly and prepared to go to my offices. Not owning a personal transport i had to invariably depend on the autorickshaws which throng this city.
And so we start negotiating.
"MG Road", I say.
"150. Its 130 by meter.", he says.
"Its only 110 by meter!"
"But I'll have to come back empty."
"Its the start of the day!"
"okay meter plus 10?"
And i say okay. We both sense that each has done this before. He is looking for a soft target and i am just looking for a fair deal. And another day starts..

Cold January

This morning, as I lay peacufully and bissfully on my bed, i had a difficult time breathing in. One moment I was happy, the next i was barely breathing.

But what can i say, this is how a cold begins. Touching water becomes a big no no..and well the blanket becomes the best friend. So here is to today with my best friend- the blanket.

Strange..stranger..strangest

Sitting here on this toilet seat...oops!..i mean..look at our own comfort levels when it comes to social interactions that broach topics or involve topics which are seen as socially uncomfortable,but are okay when it comes to family.
Hammurabi wrote an almanac of laws, the French defined ettiquette, and now maybe its time we started defining social habits.
With such mind-boggling different social standards of acceptible behavior, its a wonder cross cultural friendships and marriages occur. Maybe it is time when we should start teaching our kids acceptibility, rather than force our own judgements and rigidities down their throat.