Wednesday, October 18, 2023
Thursday, October 12, 2023
Every morning as I open my windows, there is a real-time playlist waiting for me. They play on auto mode, I can't shuffle or skip the order. In the last 10 years, they have been so consistent, that I inadvertently hum with them now...
🎧Iddi-aaaa-ppam - Puttu- "Iddiappam"is counted as a healthy breakfast down South. This man wheels in by 7 AM IST. He is popular & punctual . There are homemakers waiting with empty "tiffin" boxes. Once he arrives, many breakfast tables & school lunches get filled. For the unversed, Iddiappam is Idli in noodle form plated like a Dosa. Puttu is a cylindrical variety from the same family.
🎧Meeen Ma Meen- Thats "Fish" in tamil. His 1st shout declares he is selling fish. 2nd Shout to describe the varieties he has. A distant voice from a balcony will enquire about its prices. In response, & in full volume he will broadcast the "pricing" . All this info is of no use to me. But I have come to an understanding that, some knowledge is door delivered, whether you want it or no.
A thought jump here! 🤔 👀Will AI replace these ☝ people too?
AI or No AI a lot of services have silently left the job scene. Where is that community who traded Old Clothes for New Utensils? How often do we spot a milkman delivering milk from his Aluminium can?
Sooner or later, more services will leave the street. But before that happens, a Roll of Honour 🏅to those who have graced my alley..
My playlist by the Window continues ...
🎧Raddhi Paper-waale- From yelling his voice out, to holding a loudspeaker, he has had, his share, of technological progress.He makes 2 rounds each day -once in the morning & again by the noon. He is the only 1 to appear twice on my Playlist.
🎧Pattu ku Pannam - A screeching lady behind some blaring speakers. She has often woken up my sleeping kid. Thats my first memory of her. Then curiosity took over. Each time I attempted to check, what she was trying to sell. I only saw an auto passing by. It took a while to connect the dots. A pre-recorded voice behind those speakers tours with the Auto. They repurchase "Silk" (pattu) for Cash (pannam)
🎧Nei Ma Nei - A Ghee vendor, selling clarified butter to my tenant. Tenant vacates (business lost😞) she makes me her customer. Sympathy marketing - where you lose 1 customer and win another by creating compassion. She starts on my playlist and ends up at my doorstep.
Tuesday, October 3, 2023
Its been a while, I tracked blogging contests....Its been a while, I participated in one. The wall that tucked my work of fiction.....I seem to have lost, signboard to that one!
Musings missing, Travelogues gone.. ....This list was getting annoyingly long. I, decided to get them back one by one.....Find them out or hunt them down.
Planned my search from the remote corners, ...But what lay ahead was a table of colours. From Crayons to Brush Pens in multiples of 10......They come handy every now & then.
Disturbing this table, not a good plan! I looked for other possibilities in hand
A search, above the Apparel desk or beneath the Playthings wall. But they too bullied me with a caveat, saying......We can flood you with things, you dont expect at all!!
Safest, I started from my own Work station. Those organized files, and well clipped papers.......Unfolding secrets of Global Waters .Port Maps drawn, Coastlines marked......A decade & a half back- I was still taking notes. Today, they look naive, some downright silly .....I dont need or read them anymore.
May be , no point searching in the corners dark......What they hold may not be relevant at all. A good box of memories, there are, for sure! But why dilute them, by bringing back here?
Its been a while, I write something new.....Its been a while, fresh ideas brew! Its time I revisit this place with fervor.....Its time, I think, to take this idea further....
Tuesday, November 8, 2022
A dim lit corridor led to a small room. Its entrance held a creaky metallic chair on one end , and a shaky wooden stool on the other. In between them stood a large register holding scribblings of many...
The man on the chair called himself a Librarian, taking the seat on the stool were its readers. A room packed with books -most of them old, some partly torn, some without cover pages. Starting from ground level to lofty heights, books seemed towering on me from all sides. I was about 12 then. While my friends went for Famous Five & Secret Seven, I devoured Tinkle Digest week after week.
Years rolled...face of Library changed. Libraries started giving out fresh, neat books- as good as new ones. Kiosks replaced bulky Entry Registers, dainty cushions replaced creaky chairs...Tinkle Digest took a back seat.
A refreshing pause came by... reading slowed down. Random books kept coming but the habit of reading was undergoing a change. From renting books to buying books & saving them to read another day! Books of interest kept adding up, adding became piling & piling became stocking. For want of space they were re-arranged, then shuffled, subsequently shifted, until one day...went out of sight.
I always wondered how the Librarian with a creaky chair reached out to the books he stacked at lofty heights. 🤔 Just as I wonder now, on which attic I have placed those books for future read.? Nothing aids my memory to tell exactly which books are stored in there. If I were to climb up & search them today, the place would resemble the same faintly lit library aisle that I had visited years back.............Originally this post was to find an end here!
Monday, April 25, 2022
Tuesday, April 12, 2022
"Dump Trucks" ring bell but not "Garbage vans"
Wolfoo & Lucy are now our extended family......
90% of screen time we offer them daily
Me -when I was 4.5???
On a tri-cycle, indoors I moved .....Looking up to the TV Screen ..when ad jingles were heard.
Monday, April 11, 2022
At Four and a Half,
you frown at the thought of enclosed transport :(
we have longer conversations about Airport trolleys :)