The great Pune craters.

Across the pale parabola of joy

One week you are away, the rain washes away the roads. I must confess that it has been rather a pain trying to figure out where the roads end and the craters begin and vice versa since last night. Every single patch that was applied on the roads has disappeared totally and replaced with a crater or a series of craters. Add to it the misery of not finding petrol at night when you reach after sleeping all the way , priceless...

Death where is thy sting. !

The Pune Madras Shuttle.

Across the pale parabola of joy

Ha, the Pune Madras shuttle service has begun. Came down here ostensibly for a surgery for me mum, but the surgery got postponed due to sugar levels. Any case nothing much lost, sitting and hacking . Got a couple of patches up and sent them for testing anyways. Went out to eat in Giorgios last night with A. We decided to split the cheque and thought about pulling a fast one. Both of us had expired cards. We asked for a pair of scissors, cello tape , cut them up stuck them together and gave it to the waiter telling him that we were going dutch. Expression on face : priceless :-)) ... The most outrageous thing we have ever done. Ofcourse we paid up later . Anyways this has been a nice trip since I did manage to get some work done also .