In a sharp contrast to my deep introvert personality, I've brought in a culture of celebrations in the current team that I am part of. The guy in the red shirt bought a new motor bike - Bajaj Pulsar. So it was time for party.
Next week, I am going to host a party. Because...well, who needs a reason? Okay, if you still want to know: the software application that I wrote was featured in a Belgian magazine, ClickX, and the best part is that they sent me a copy of it too.
Pixelated at: The firm, Chennai
Contrary to the popular belief we, Indians, do stop at traffic signals. Conditions apply though:
-Vehicle in the front stopped
-The cute gal (or guy, depending on one's gender and sexual attraction) driving next stopped
-You spotted the traffic police who is standing hidden. And if he is standing so, then most probably it is month end and better stop than spend the next hour bargaining with him. If you've good eyes, you can spot the police standing beneath the (green) traffic signal
Pixelated at: Nungambakkam, Chennai
Whatever be the happy news - birthday, leaving a boring team, new addition in the family, and marriage - it deserves a treat. And so, today we went to Dhaba Express in Cenotaph road to celebrate the birthday of a colleague and to bid farewell for another one.
Pixelated at: Dhaba Express, Cenotaph road, Chennai
I'd been on chilling roller-coaster rides in at-leat two entertainment parks. Even in MGM, I went on a roller-coaster. But this one beats them all. When I sat inside a cabin and strapped myself to an extent of immobility, I didn't have an idea of what was coming. The machine slowly rocks, picking up momentum. I was going up in the air, going up, and going up. And at one time, I was upside down. I saw people gathered down lifting their head and probably, waiting to run away, in case we fell down. I was there for few seconds. Then it moves to the opposite side and comes down, comes down, and it goes up again. Oh! back to being upside down. This time, I sensed blood going into my brain (if I had one, would I've taken this ride?). I even saw near-by sea. I heard someone praying - he was yelling so loud, that gods could hear it - to his dear god, "Muruga, save me!". Don't know if it was because of this prayer, but we came down safe.
BTW, I made an exception of using the shot by someone else here.
Pixelated at: MGM, Chennai