Terrorists in my Backyard!

This past weekend was perhaps one of those weekends, that I dread facing throughout the year and when it finally comes, I cower and sit at home to escape it all. Thru these harrowing few days, I am constantly reminded of the numerous missions I have pulled off in Medal of Honor, Metal Gear Solid, Call of Duty - Modern Warfare and the Tom Clancy based Ghost Recon and Rainbow Six series. I must admit that that the dodging and strafing lessons have invariably kept me alive! Who says video/computer games don't teach you anything?! Thhpprrr to them!

The Fast and the Furious - the path to freedom..??

(This is an article I had once written to submit for a newspaper competition. I didn't hear from them, but have tried to publicize this: my starting line to my writing endeavors! This will also be listed on my blogger and wordpress sites.)


News in India is something that doesn't quite amaze the natives of the country. You get to see and read quite an interesting mix of happenings around the country, that you are not

On being a Social Animal - The good, the bad, and the ugly!

Man is a social animal. Often times, our actions tend to place the emphasis on the "animal" part rather than the "social" aspect. But hey, we are what we are! The degree of sophistication that we display when in a social gathering, goes miles in leaving a lasting impression on our guests. We may never know or often times, we least expect every

Mind your Langauge!

The one mistake that the English made, was that they made it a point to teach everyone English wherever they roosted. I'm sorry, colonialized would be the politically correct term!

Their dream to make English the most widely spoken language across the globe could be

The Holy Trio of Chennai Streets

In the years that I have been driving/riding in this awesome city that is Chennai, I have come to notice quite a few things about motorists and their machines. It goes without saying that the motorists of this city like to drive on the edge of their seats and enjoy seeing the harrowed faces of the others who are left rubbing the dust from their eyes, or screwing up their faces in disgust from the smell of burnt rubber. Maneuvering through the traffic