Four weddings and no funerals

Well, this is the marriage season and attending weddings on weekends was my charter during the last month. Four of my friends from school and college tied the wedding knot during the past month.

One of these weddings was arranged in an area called the Industrial Estate. Now one may wonder as to why a marriage hall would exist in an industrial area. Conducting marriages is a big booming business these days and hence has been given a much deserved industry status. Now, this Industrial Estate has about 40% space filled by small scale industries while the remaining 60% of the space is occupied by the marriage halls. And I am not even exaggerating. The gentle reader is cordially invited to actually visit this area and count the number of marriage halls and I am sure he/she will agree with me.

So I ventured into the “industrial estate” and I found myself stuck in a traffic jam in the unlikeliest of places. The jam was mainly due to people who were attending weddings. The population density in this part of town at that time must have been more than that of Tokyo and London and to reuse my favourite comparison again “the population of this area was more than that of some European countries”. To add to this confusion, I was unable to find the right wedding hall and nearly attended some other wedding. It was a timely intervention by my brain that stopped me from attending this wedding. I enquired about the brides’ name and found that this was not the right marriage hall. Only after scouting the area did I find the right marriage hall -:)

And yes, I am the proud owner of a new guitar now. Looking forward to playing my first song soon. David Gilmour, here I come!!!!!!!

Travails in Kodihalli….

The intrepid explorer decided to leave from office a little early last Friday. Little did he know that after a harrowing day at work, the situation was only going to get worse. At the Kodihalli bus stop, only about 1% of the buses go to Majestic. The remaining 99 % of the buses are always empty while the ones going to Majestic contain more number of people than the entire population of some European countries which I shall refrain from naming. For the first time since my school days, I was forced to do some “footboarding” while lugging my laptop on the back. Footboarding has its advantages like it’s the only place on the bus where there is a possibility of some fresh air.

Being inside the bus is like a prison camp, possibly prison camps have better living conditions. To add to all this ruckus was a man who had come to a conclusion that a bus is the best mode of transporting sacks of foodgrains around. Eventually, I did reach Majestic a few eons later and badly bruised only to be greeted by another footboarding experience to Vijayanagar. What happened in this journey is left to the imagination of the curious reader.

The evening did provide some succour to an otherwise forgettable day in the form of a thrilling Agatha Christie play. The weekend was good and took my mind off many things. The gang was always there as usual when I needed them the most. On a very bright note, I finally can play the E-E notes of the guitar. -:)

Cursed........

The dreaded curse of the villain is back and has reared its ugly head again :(
Sigh....