These f****** tourists!

I bounded up the stairs of the subway, checking the time for the tenth time since I left home. I got out, eyes darting around as I frantically tried to figure out in which direction I had to go. My internal satellite navigation configured, I set about my destination, walking as fast as I could. I was headed to Times Square for a movie and I was already late. The famous crossroads-of-the-world drew near. People in "I <3 NY" t-shirts milled about: families, couples, friends, backpackers. Some took I-was-there pictures, some gazed at the electronic billboards, some just soaked in the atmosphere. They had all the time in the world. Which was a problem for me as I tried to forge a path through an ever shifting maze of people. I checked the time again, the movie had already started. And I thought to myself: "These fucking tourists ....".

The V8 bird

The rumble sounds ominous. It is raw. It is powerful. It sounds like pent up rage. Its telling you in no uncertain terms not mess with it. You gingerly feather the pedal. You just made it even angrier.

My World Cup

Why are all Indians crazy about cricket? The country probably has more permutations and combinations of the human gene pool than anyone could possibly care. As a rule, we do not agree with each other, with emotions sometimes bordering on hatred. In India, when you go from one state to another, its not the accent which changes. Its the language which does. Sometimes you do not even need to go to a different state to experience total linguistic handicap. The country is also divided on the lines of race, caste, religion etc. They say India is a unity in diversity. And I beg to disagree, to put it mildly.