SOrry and All that

In my youth when Matunga was still a South Indian stronghold there was a Mama. The mama had a habit of standing at the junction of Giri Trading and the flower market lane (Not in the middle of the junction mind you but in a sort of divider in the middle). Every evening come rain or shine he would stand there and bawl wisdom (Say Thirukkural or suchlike) at the world. Given the traffic noise the chances of anyone hearing him was nil. But I would admire his determination (At that particular point in time I used to think him insane but age grants us wisdom)and his sheer will to do what he believed in. Anyway the purpose of this blog is to become my bawl at the world. Hopefully I will manage to do this regularly but bawl away MacDuff