Le- Paradizei, My two years at Chennai - I, a preface.

Like some of my not-so-fortunate friends, and most certainly unfortunate me, Nikhil had a tough time in during the short trip in Chennai. He has chosen to relate his trauma here. Please don't ask me why he chose to call Chennai "Samsland". I have no idea.
I shall soon write down, probably in great detail of the numerous adventures and misadventures that happened with and to me in the Box-Spiral City..(see their script that stares you in the face everywhere). But two things: like Nikhil has wisely said, his post is a comic satire and not meant to provoke anyone - (for that matter local script will stare you in the face till you train your mind to read it.. what else can the poor script do?), and Chennai is a beautiful city with its unique features like any other city almost anywhere, which is soaked in the richness of culture as its Nai dosa is soaked in Ghee!

When a Father Prays

Of the many things that have attracted my attention of late, is the realization that I need to grow up as a better human being in order to have a credible chance at inspiring my children to do so. And naturally the question arises: "What is the definition of a perfect human being?" or "When can a parent be happy about having done a good job at raising a child, not a parasite?"
Brothers and sisters, Ladies and gentlemen, for many years this question was unanswered but I found the answer to this question, after roaming around half the world, in my father's study. I don't know the source, but regardless of whether my father wrote it by himself or whether he was inspired by someone, the fact that he has it hung as the only framed poster in his room makes me kneel humbly before my Dad and say: "Here's a Man!"

The poster reads, and read it very carefully my dear friends, for it comes from the sacred recesses of the heart of a father who lives on, his life a candle, diminishing as it burns in constant turmoil, but still giving light to his family. I might not have said this to you directly Dad, but in front of the whole wide world: You are the best. I am lucky to have you by me now and always. Acha, (that is what i call my Papa) I love you!