Window seat obsession !

One of my appa's bravest decision was to send my sister and me to a school 13Kms away from home when we were 4 years old. Why ?? Because my amma worked in the same school.That was way back. Ever since then , till we finished 10th standard we travelled all the way from Kodambakkam to Meenambakkam in the electric train everyday.From that time window seats are a consuming passion . Any journey . Any vehicle .Without a window seat, it always felt incomplete.Anything else - from the ripe sapota sold in the train to a nail biting novel waiting to be finished was secondary to staring blankly outside the window as the train zips past...What is so special ??? Is it a panoramic view -- some excellent landscape... or city scape.. Of course not..There is nothing more to stare at except -- dirty walls with gaurdy advertisements , chaotic stations and unending railway tracks....

Window seats + long journey = dream time for me . It is where I sit and endlessly dream , get carried away by my thoughts , think about the going (present,past and future ... in the same order) .Window seats are an anti fatigue /stress therapy. A spiritual corner . Most of my best ideas, all those cracking solutions occured to me in some window seat ....
Even when the train is jam packed with absolutely no breathing space..I look around eagle eyed for a corner window seat...and If I know that somebody is going to move out of one I make prior arrangements and calculations and jump onto that window seat :-)
Do you think the my saga has ended.... No way. Every morning and evening in the college bus nothing , noone can distract me from my cozy corner..

This whole post would be incomplete if I dont mention this incident. Way back in 9th standard I was coming back from school in the electric train. I was sitting in the last compartment (next to the gaurd's cabin) in the last window seat.As usual dreaming... in my own world.The train was moving over the adyar bridge( Dadang Dadang ... as I would prefer to call it .. 'coz of the sound when any train is moving over a bridge). At that very moment I felt something hard on my shoulder. I thought it was a crow or worse an eagle and almost yelled...Then came the gaurd's voice asking me not to panic.. Actually he was hanging from this cabin door tapping on my shoulder... Then he asked if I had water . In the next station he got down .. came to my window ... drank water .... and then waved his green flag.....

Sri Ganesh karen..

Its long since i wanted to start blogging.There was not enough self drive (see how important it is ) and motivation from my Aatman (that is my own lazy self) to actually start one.After lots of procrastination and with the arrival of the broad band at home..I decided it is high time I satisfy my due desire to start blogging..

Sri Ganesh Karen..It is one of those hindi phrases which i learnt in school in the hindi classes
-- which I still remember and use .It means to start something ( new) with the name of pillayar.
Only other phrase which i remember is Now do gyarah hona meaning To run away or baag jana...
A blog is
( n.) Short for Web log, a blog is a Web page that serves as a publicly accessible personal journal for an individual. Typically updated daily, blogs often reflect the personality of the author.
(v.) To author a Web log.
Other forms: Blogger (a person who blogs).

Me and personal jouranals put together is a total failure..Every new year I manage to grab one of the best diaries that he gets from my appa . After one week it invariably turned into a rough note book.After many repeated failures .... lets see if this e-avtar is any motivation at all.