Nomad, the Scribbler

Now I started believing in fate! If you return home safe after travelling in the Private Bus service in Ernakulam, I believe it certainly has something to do with destiny. The way they run the service gives one the implication that they are directly recruited by The Lord of Death. When I landed here in Ernakulam my friend Rishin gave me the first introduction precisely like this. "Man, these are the Red Killers, keep a distance from them". But that is not possible for the simple reason that we are relying on red killers for our transportation. Keeping a distance is a distant thought for now. So it is up to destiny to make its decision here. But it certainly is an experience travelling in a Red Killer. You will start valuing your life, makes you alert on every second and they teach you how to be fast in your life (bit too fast though). My colleague Aswini says the name of a bus always suggest something like if it is 'Heaven' you will see the heaven while tra

Last day Narayanan(Nikhil)one of my cronies, asked me to write about Ai'me . Like he said it is the feeling that mattered while you are writing about a person and not the content. So I‘m taking the courage to write about her. Back in the college days there were people we secretly admired. But we didn’t let it go beyond us. She was one such person we admired. When attendance shortage forbids you to be out wandering in the college premises, you could have a single alternative for time killing, keep enjoying the resources available. We electronics students are considered to be most unlucky, so troubled with severe shortage of beauties we could call our own. We had to depend a lot on Civil, Electrical even CS departments to compensate for our terrible loss. So when being made to confine in the class you got to make yourself satisfied with whatever grace luck bestow upon you. That's how we started looking Ai'mie . During earlier days in the college it was Chérie. She was