Another classic title for a wannabe Hollywood thriller. Hardly. Real life experience - 100%. I had decided to visit the well preserved relics of the Chola dynasty along India's eastern shores this summer. Of import were two sites - Gangaikonda Cholapuram 100 km south of Pondi and Breehadeshwara Temple (Shiva HQ) another 100 km ot so to its south outside Tanjore (aka Tanjavore). Having my next train connection in Tanjore I decided to cab it from Pondi (the onetime French bastion) to visit these one off and relatively inaccessible UNESCO sites before culminating at Tanjore station. So I worked with my local contact in Pondi to find a relatively economical mode of transport yet with the luxury of stretching out, perhaps catching some much needed zzz's as well. The hotel manager came up with a dude named Hitler. No kidding. I inquired with as much PC manner as possible as to the origin's and validity of the fella's name but came up with zilch. Okay -...
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!