Nomad, the Scribbler

I remember reading about Adrenaline in my school biology lessons. It is the major hormone released during the fight-or-flight(stress) response.  It takes necessary measures in our body for us to make a move -  to fight, if that doesn't work, to run from an imminent danger. There are two balconies in our new place in DLF city, Gurgaon. A grand front balcony where we occasionally sip our morning black tea enjoying a cool breeze and a back balcony overlooking the apartment where Elisha Cuthbert, the girl next door, is staying. That is the place where we put our washed dress for drying.  Our area doesn't look like a typical DLF phase 3 lane. It is clean, less crowded and quiet. It really is a nice place provided you can tolerate the presence of few monkeys. Let me add, more often than not they mind their own business without giving people too many reasons to complain. I had put washed clothes out to dry on the balcony. Until then I had not known that a group of mo

        I t's really interesting how memory works. Often, random things evoke memories, memories so old, you didn't know even existed in the first place. I find it really peculiar. Mine definitely. For as long as I can remember, I have had trouble remembering!!. Trivial or significant, it made no difference.  A friend of mine @Anjoosee had randomly tweeted something and it took me for a stroll down memory lane. So I was pleasantly surprised when I suddenly recollected a song a friend of mine used to sing almost 2 decades back. Not that I could recollect the entire song, but I was able to reproduce the general mood of the song, how it sounded and some of the lyrics.  Resmin, my old school mate, had joined our school, Rani Jai HS nearby old  and prestigious Nirmalagiri College, in third standard. Before joining there he had done his schooling abroad and was really good in English. He could speak the language, and quite brilliantly too. Though our school followed a