Doodles of a crazy man!

I have been tagged by Of This And That . There are 3 rules. Rule 1. The rules must be mentioned in the beginning of the tag. Rule 2 You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had. Rule 3. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Well, I dont have a middle name. So, I would choose "NIHIL" (I like the sound of it. "Nihil" means "Nothing". So it kind of makes sense to have it when you dont have a middle name :D) N umbers I am obsessed with numbers. I dont like even numbers in general, more so if it is divisible by 2 and not divisible by 4. If I see a 4 digit number, I will try to see if the digits in that number has any relation or not. Prime numbers hold special fascination for me. (If you see a guy staring long at your vehicle number plate, that mus...

I love airports. I always remember the opening scene of "Love Actually" . There is so much positive energy in there. It is so unlike the air travel itself, which is pretty boring and congested. The lady standing next to me in the check-in queue had a quiet confidence about her, her hair carelessly tied up that made her casual look so lovable. "Shall I help you?" she asked me while I was trying to lift my heavy baggage. I guessed I was probably unconsciously mimicking someone, thereby exaggerating the difficulty in lifting my bags. "Girl, you look thinner than me. And I don't want to disrupt your carelessly tied hair" No, I did not say the exact words. "No thanks, I can manage". I am not against taking help, its just that I could easily manage myself. While standing in the queue for getting boarding passes, I was given a form to fill and filling forms is one thing that I hate so much! I am generally very conscious while filling forms, as I am ...

The dark lady was sitting on a chair in the opposite row. Next to her was an innocent kid in weird red pants. Must have been her son I guess. He had a story book in his hand. The book did not have many pages and each page had a colorful picture with a sentence describing the story. The lady was translating the story into Kannada, which the kid listened to with astonished look on his face. The story was something like this: Peter (looked like a small bear or rabbit or some animal - could not figure out properly from a distance) was strolling around near the forest. Peter stopped for a moment as he saw a car parked there. He thought for a while and approached the car. He noticed that the car was unlocked. He got into the car and turned it on. He pressed the accelerator as the car sped away. As he was going down the road, he tried to apply the brakes. The brakes did not work and he panicked. He shouted "Help, help" out of desperation. Finally, he jumped out of the car and fe...

I had been to "Chak De India" on Sunday. The movie was into its third week, yet the crowd was substantial considering a rainy afternoon. A group of "commenting" spectators were sitting a few rows behind us. As soon as Shahrukh took the hockey stick in the opening scene, the "commentators" yelled " Goal missed, guru "! Yes, they were right! During the players registration scene, when Nethra tells " Nethra Reddy from Andhra Pradesh ", one of them yelled again " Yaake Karnataka avru yaaroo ilwa? " (Why nobody from Karnataka?) This smart comment was received well by his friends, who cheered him with loud laughter, that would have put the movie villains of the seventies to shame. Even in the noisiest of scenes (when spectators in the stadium were cheering for the players) the group never missed an opportunity to comment. And loud enough to be heard across the hall. After the movie ended, we saw that this group had no more than 5 pe...