September 2006
2 posts
African Kid's Poem
My mother showed this poem to me, which was circulating as an SMS. Thought it was pretty interesting. Here it is: “When I born, I Black When I grow up, I Black When I go in sun, I Black When I scared, I Black When I sick, I Black And When I die, I still Black… And you White fella, When you born, you Pink, When you grow up, you White When you go in sun, you Red When you cold, you...
Auto Drivers in Bangalore
Until last week, I thought that the auto drivers in Chennai were the worst in the country. But my experience with the auto drivers in Bangalore made me think again. I was attending a training in Domlur and staying at Infantry Road. It had become a challenge everyday, to get an auto from Domlur to Infantry Road. The auto drivers would flatly refuse. No X Rupess more than the meter fare, no...