Selective Amnesia There was a point to this. But I forgot.

My legs, mine own

A month and half (almost) after the accident, I finally have use of my legs back. Rather, my wheels. I got my bike back y’day from the service centre, and never has my bike been in better condition. (Well, there was this once, before I bought it).

Everything in the bike except the engine and the two wheels are new, and gleaming. And I can once again look at Madras traffic in the eye and say “You suck!”.

Not that you’ll be interested

Been so, so busy that I don’t find time to write anything.

Slug Fest

A slug fest, between me and Ravikiran. My side of the story is now on at the Chicken Blog

Prescription for India

Treat religion like sex. Keep it within the four walls of your house.
—Kamal Haasan.

Taking the mouse beyond utility

Microsoft’s new mouse, designed by Philippe Starck is amazing to look at.

The New Starck Mouse from Microsoft

Finally, I can get rid of my dull grey ones.

10 yards to death

Was involved in a traffic accident saturday. And came close to being squashed under Madras’s famed MTC Buses.

Stopping at signals when they turn red is generally assumed to be safe. Not so in Madras. A speeding car hits me from behind (darn coward), sending me leaping into the air (I never knew I was so agile, and so light) and squeezing my poor bike to a third of it’s original length.

Had I landed 10 yards further off, this post wouldn’t have been written.

More thanks

MadMan, who suddenly finds himself the unsung hero of Indian Blog-o-sphere is also a great Chef. If you didn’t know it, you ain’t worth talking to.
Oh well, listen up! MadMan. Is. A. Great. Chef. And to prove it, he has a super duper restaurant. I can vouch for it, cause I had a great lunch there one day. At Shiok.

Mee Goreng, which is a great, spicy Malaysian Noodles with a groovy Tofu+Broccoli+Assorted vegetables Side-dish whose name escapes me. And to wash it all down, a Shirley Temple (orange & Pomegranate (again the Anar word) Juice)