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Jul 21, 2009 11:37 am |
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Ganesh Ram
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Techie, looks at his watch it is around 4.30PM. Looks at the new app shaping up. This is more of a twittersnoopy. He looked at the one done by the other guy for the Surface ( a rather new technology by the windows giant).
"I should have one of this gizmo", made a note to talk to soma if he ever gets a chance or probably to scotGu or nKothari.
hmm.,, time to go home, he thought. But have to settle some important issue. He also was finishing his temp handover of official duty to his colleague and manager.
He was simply amazed about India.
Here is a country which is loved by two distinct set of people. Just like the difference in love for Krishna between Radha and Meera.
The east indian guys and their first descendants love it from inside out. While many foreigners have started loving India from outside in.
He looked at the watch, have to meet IndhiyaThattal at the airport. He planned to do that the next day when on transit.
Came home and checked all items. All set. Went to the local Indian Restaurant and packed a takeout. The night was a little busy.
Pan to Chennai triplicane, then...
At Triplicane, ekAmbareswaran was sitting with his violin to practice. His wife, dAkshAyini came with the coffee and then retorted. "violin kaiyumA irukkaeL yeppa pArhAlum, yennavO kandanAL mudhalai kAdhal mAdhiri, anga great musician passed away appadeenu news poindirukku tvyula, Konjam mariyAdha vaendAma andha departed soulukku?"
ekAmbareswaran looked at her. He placed his violin on the right side, placed the bow to its right. Took the coffee sipped it. And then started to speak. "sareeram poiduthaenu nee kavala padura, AnA avA sAreeram yengayum pOgalayae"
AduthAndi oru kalagnakku azhagu.
PO PO mAdiyula irukkura andha Sathish payana maedhuva drums vAsika sollu."
dAkshAyini leaves the scene. When climbing up the stairs, she thinks over what her husband said and thinks how true. Satish's room seems to be locked. She looks puzzled. It has been three days since she has seen Satish. A two days getaway is something common with him but three days. Over in the tea stall nearby the neengaL kaetavai is going on, TMS is singing, "pAl ooti vaLaratha kiLi.."
She thinks of Satish and her husband. A flashback of yesteryears, about 18 years back comes to her. Because of the spiral spinning, her head starts spinning....
There is a knock on the door downstairs. She looks at the security video feed from the entrance. it is PK.
Pan boston airport...Private Reply to Ganesh Ram (new win) |
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