Quiet of Waiting Rooms

A country we all travel through. Plastic chairs, bad lighting, and the soft rustle of people pretending to be calm. The Republic of Waiting Rooms.

Outside interview rooms, waiting transforms into a personal crisis. Confidence leaks out of your ears. Every other candidate suddenly looks more competent, more deserving. You rehearse your introduction in your head until even your name sounds wrong. Nerve wrecking experience and still, when they finally call you in, you gather yourself with surprising dignity as though you hadn’t just spent ten minutes doubting your entire career.

Railway station waiting rooms, meanwhile, are the great levellers. No pretence here. Just people and their stories. The sound of a dabba from home being opened. A child asking too many questions. A fan rotating only for nostalgia. A man reading a newspaper he doesn’t care about. Someone always starts a conversation about cricket, politics, or why trains were always on time “in their days.” And somehow, in that dusty, democratic space, waiting becomes communal, almost comforting. Delays are par for the course as are the infinite cups of sweet sugary teas. + Airports, on the other hand, offer a different kind of waiting room. Cleaner, shinier, filled with people pretending to be more important than they feel. But beneath the polished floors lies the true national sport of air travel: unexplained delays.
Your flight is now delayed by 20 minutes, they announce.
Twenty minutes later, it is delayed by another 45.
Soon, you are trapped in a slow-drip torture refreshing the app every two minutes, glaring at the boarding gate as though your stare alone can summon the aircraft from wherever it is leisurely loitering.
The crowd collectively mutters:
“Why do they even give a boarding time if they don’t mean it?”
Someone forms a queue though no one has called for boarding. Someone else loudly complains about the ₹350 samosa. Power outlets mysteriously don’t work. Children are at peak energy. Adults are at peak misery.
Delayed flights turn strangers into reluctant companions, bonded by shared frustration and overpriced coffee. Yet there is always a moment, usually as an aircraft lifts off in the distance, when you catch yourself imagining your own troubles taking flight, leaving you behind. It never lasts, of course. Reality lands before your flight does. +

Diary of fluffy cute little fella

I was born at 6:45 a.m. this morning in a stainless-steel steamer at SLV, BSK II stage. A proud moment, they all tell me: the hiss of steam, the clang of ladles, the faint music of an auto’s beeper outside. At a home that has a name worth its weight in gold + At 7:00 a.m., My friend was placed on a steel plate besides my sibling and a familiar accompaniment, the vadE dipped in chutney. Before the rest of us could even admire the fluffiness, a man with a towel on his shoulder carried them to the self-service counter. That’s when I began to see things no idli should ever see. Our lives are short, but we make many a people happy and satiated. I waited my turn but till then here is a diary of what I saw… I am probably done satisfying a soul or two by the time you read this. +

Some memories of Sankranti.
We were a joint family , about 14 of us. The event preparations started a week before the festival .Everyone had their "roles". Of course it was all about the food like every good festival should be .+#Sankranthi2024 So for the yellu Bella, dry coconuts, til, jaggery, peanuts , hurgadle were procured in large quantities and evenings were spent cutting them into small pieces using arecanut crackers by however was around . Some days I escaped saying I have to "study", LOL. This seemed never ending +#Sankranthi2024

Some things to-do when your children turn 18.
Disclaimer: At least this is what I am doing. Please add/delete/Ignore line items. Just FYI like they say, and you can make it your FYA whenever ...#happyAdulting @FoolzWizdom @ajayrotti @ramkid @r_ganesh @MartianSpeak
1. Driver's License

Driver's license.
Get both two-wheeler and four-wheeler at LL at once. A gap of a month is needed for a driver's license at least after LL. LL is valid for six months, so DL before that anytime. Driving classes mandatory for traffic sense.#happyAdulting
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“Once upon a time” when there was nothing beyond Silk Board till an apartment came up . Folks were scared to cross the Silk Board signal even back then . The bus stop right outside was called “apartment”for several years #Bengaluru #trivia @peakbengaluru Once upon a time , there was only one double road in Bengaluru and KH road is still called that . #bengaluru #trivia

Everyone is Running

The theoretical runner
This runner is very well-versed in all the good things about running. Say the benefits, running postures, how to begin and gradually increase distance/reduce time, equipment needed etc
1. This runner hasn’t run more than a week, and a total of 3 miles all his/her life. He/she even did a course to build expertise.
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Based on the recommendation from @amuldotexe that a lot of folks like him, don't prefer to read long articles, but read threads, I tried to convert the article "101 Darshini's " to a Twitter thread. Let's see how this goes Darshini 101

“ Kaapi Aayta saar ? Thindi* ? Aaytu ivagthane, nimdu ?”
The word “Darshini” became popular sometime in the early 90’s when Upahara Darshini (UD) started on DVG road. Till then most of these “stand and eat” places went by standard names
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