Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Panchayat

The committee fellas at my flat seem to me to be like a Bunch of old hats at the Village Panchayat. Cant seem to mind there own business or they dont seem to have an own business to mind.

Whatever - if i go on ranting about these things then I would be one amongst them.
Time I moved on.

Change is in the Air. I can feel it.

Monday, November 3, 2008

The Bamboo Tree

Some Background:

I live in the ground floor of an Apartment complex.I own a small plot of land which came along-with the flat.Its all off 300 sqft land on which I have let grow some trees.Silver Oaks and Bamboo to be precise.

These trees have taken 4 years growing and after some efforts have reached a height of around 20 ft.

Now some of my friends in the apartment don't seem to like these and have asked me to cut them, saying , I am not within my rights growing trees in my garden.Others suggest pruning the Trees after a certain height.Other reasons for cutting being that Bamboo aggravates the Asthma of My first floor friend's daughter. Hence - cut them.
So, various other arguments are being thrown around while I stick to my Guns.

I love trees and it pains when I see trees being cut all over the place out here in Bangalore. No one seems to understand that thanks to the trees there is so much more fresh air & For a change you can actually hear birds chirping.

But, since my home maker seems to be facing the brunt of it - the peace at home is getting affected.

Any suggestions?

Indian Railways

Managed a Berth after all. The Tatkal system works. As mentioned in the last post I was handed a Tatkal Waiting List number of 56. And was really unsure how this was going to move. At around 12:00 noon my waiting number had moved to 25.Made me quite glum anticipating the ride in the General compartment.

Just when I was rethinking the pros of the trip - I found I had managed a berth on the train all lawfully. Really Happy.

Going to my S1 compartment - I crossed the General Compartment - and what a crowd - some very decent looking chaps stood glumly-perhaps devising a way to squeeze in - & I just voiced a silent prayer of thanks.