Its madness in its chaotic best at MG Road-u in Bengaluru given the pains that we have to endure for a better tomorrow (read metro rail-u)

Just survived a transit karma in the MG Road-u neighbourhood where my bread’s winner role’s gonna shift soon post a meeting with my client and fate had it that I belt out my accented Kannada … “err…. solpa straight hogi … aaaah… stop madthene” (confident smile!)

the “aaah” is to be imagined in its Malluesque best (try listening in to a Mallu conversing with another Mallu and you’d understand the twang intended here!!!)

Accented Kannada one might thing …. soori … think … accented as its exactly what my recent language skills are skewin towards and screwing up to … I can pick accents well but my vernacular vocab is seriously limited ~ much alike a 4 MB mp3 song or an sms limit of 160 characters!

 So I do shy away from scribbling Kannada into my Languages spoken section in my resume that is about … ummmm… lesse 3.6 years olde! Some loyalty thou might question … will save that for another post that : )

 In case you noticed that was my first smiley after eons and alphabets … something to cheer about the reverse loop tangent (I’ve got no idea of what that’s supposed to mean ~ just in the mode of decamping all the words I picked up over this week!)

so that’s the current at the moment from Bengaluru where …

the twilight’s almost nudged into the dawn,

many a TV flicks as the audience flips channels on and on…

decibels scream as the employed head back home,

some choose family to return to … some choose to get plain blown

entertainment’s the flavor as the light glimmers artificial and bright,

we’ve discovered every way to simulate reality ~ bringin the day out of the night

… miles and centimeters to head to a borrowed bed,

warm with its welcome and comforting dreams to audience ahead

home’s a moving target as the day’s week past a month,

there’s new things to discover and many a memory to forget plain and blunt!

… adieus to bid, names, birthdays & anniversaries to remember,

of those beloved annually from January to December

alas the clock’s ticked into a worrisome yogic pose,

its time to trudge homewards, Kannada myself pretty and slip into a doze!