I, the Wanderer

  First thing first. Suresh Kalmadi's face is more funnier than a baboon's butt. And I cant manage my laughs whenever I see him. I dont understand why my giggles just dont stop. All I want to do is to describe him like John Dryden described Shadwell in McFlecknoe but let me just put those exciting feelings of describing his heroics for later on. Right now, this 24 year old owner of this blog is occupied in the thoughts of , no no no, not Sex, but an 89 year old never-to-come-Judgement-Day predictor.(Is there a word called predictor??? Anyone???) But dont loose hope Mr. Kalmadi, I will keep referring to you often in this post, and for the Praise of your Heroic Deeds. Do wait. Coming Soon.      I came back home after the usual bulls***** on the exam sheet for which I had to go to this drastic place called Bijwasan, a totally unheard village cornered in Delhi. Heat had already evaporated my thinking capabilities and the exam centre had given me nothing but words to cur...

The Front Runners of the Exclusive Class Hummer is just the beginning Police keeps a patrol over the exclusively for rich Parking Lot The Fleet The Visitor He leaves after a few rounds Nobody can ignore the AUDI's presence Vintage Beauty My personal favorite pic...A Police Dodge Charger and Two HUMMERS   Well Well.I wont be taking too much time talking but I HAVE NOT VISITED AMERICA yet.so these are not the pictures of a parking lot but an assembly of toy cars that are owned by few children of my neighbourhood park. So if u felt deceived because of the title, I ll be very proud of it then. Hahaha. These are just toys that have been tried to be portrayed as real cars by me through my under-age photography skills. So anyone who can boost by morale (not Horlicks and Complan) can please pretend he/she thought they were real cars.I ll be happy pretending like some James Bond or some Master of Disguises Mandrake.    God saves...

The 1st idea   I feel that itch whenever I see children playing with clay and making nothing out of it except a snake.This 4 year old nephew of mine has gone nuts with almost everything we have bought for him. And somehow I cant help not getting involved with him in his incredible performances. So this kid looks at me and says what you are doing with my clay and I say I am just fiddling around. Then VOILA strikes his little head and he asks me if I know how to make dinosaurs. Now you dont actually want a 4 year old to give a proof that you actually are dumb. My 4 year old nephew Shiva (Ritvik Paul) who kept asking me why I am making this not knowing he was the one who gave me the idea Well....the baby got birth too     So even though making such figures is not a big deal for anyone, I am still surprised that I made it. The first figure was quite bulky so had to remove his stomach's skin. It happens that you keep searching for ideas and none comes...

I took this pic long time ago and just modified it to express my feelings   Come to think of it, it has been 5 years since I have been travelling (suffering) in India's most loved conveyance of all times, especially the sweet little rotten chunks with a green(or blue) + yellow color combo,called The Local Train . They have about 8 coaches (dabbe, in reality), are mostly late (especially from Mathura side), may also be on time (if no Rajdhani is anywhere close), carry a million people a day (trillion in every coach) and have no toilet arrangements.    The best part of it is that it costs me INR 4 to travel to New Delhi from Faridabad. It means $ = (4 divided by 46),which intelligent people reading this can calculate by themselves. Nobody beats that price, and I mean nobody.. Nobody is perfect mind you, and Railways is nobody either. Lets come back. There is a quotation that says "रेलवे आपकी अपनी संपत्ति है"   So, we The-Law-Abiding-Duty Chiding -Indians can tra...