A man from Yavatmal district (in India) walks into a Starbucks in Dallas. He shuffles his way to the cashier and asks for tea. She asks what size. He quickly gathers that there are small to large versions and points to the cup display indicating tall. He does so with trepidation since 'Tall' appears to be the shortest cup in the lineup. He questions his own wisdom but he needs a cup of tea. She asks for his name. Stunned momentarily with this turn of events Vyankatesh pauses. That is his name but to trade a name for a cup of tea is unusual he thinks. Then she repeats her question. He decides to go for it. Vyankatesh Mouleshwar. She stares back. He stares back. Then she resigns herself to the fact that she is a Starbucks employee who has been trained to work with all sorts of customers and begins to pen the name on the cup. Now not very astute or trained in matters of circumference and font sizes she begins wit...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!