Look at this photo on the right wherein you can see me and my friend Vignesh contemplating the end of the world over a cup of tea. The place is Mysore and it was someday into our final year tour. The night before, we had tea at a similar place in Ooty where we caught the final overs of the last but one India- England ODI among the cheers and rants of the local crowd. How happy do we feel in a ramshackle tea-shop? It is great to be with people. It is great to know what they do and enjoy.
I have always wanted to give people their due. It is very important to deal with people, talk with them and know what they are doing and why. It is good to write about them as well. No wonder I found myself in professional attire discussing cyber photo-editing with the guys at DeviceDriven the other day. Also I could be found enjoying mocktails and spring roll at the Muthoot with Deepak and Jayaram this week. So much for the Metro Plus.
The lean four page Metro is the last bastion of hope for the youth in my sleepy town. I love it when my name breaks into print. No matter how stereo-typed I have become, the Metro has come to pass as my portal to voice the hope of people I meet. The same type-set, the same colours , the same editing, the same kind of itsy-bitsy photographs, and the same by-line.
The first thing in a man's life is contentment and the second is ambition. Yes, ambition comes second. I am back on the Metro.
