Wednesday, November 14, 2007



The 13RS masala dosa (that too self service) from the college canteen qualified as a treat.

Talking for even 10 min on the phone was an ordeal for me (and those “long” conversations usually happened when one of my friends missed a class and had to get the updates :D)

My hindi vocabulory started and ended with "kya"

Each and every run scored by Sourav Ganguly was regarded as a matter of great personal pride.


The 50 RS masala dosa served by waiters in traditional south Indian attire with carnatic music n d background and an extra 12% vat added onto the bill makes me yawn.

My blabber can extend up to 1 hour, I know I am still a gross underachiever but 10 min to 1 hour is a really long way to come, that too in just 7 years.

I do understand "a few" of Gulzar's(I hope my colleague's answer to "who writes the toughest lyrics in hindi?" is right)lyrics

Ganguly being in the playing eleven itself is such a pleasant surprise for me :D

The times for sure are changing :P

Or maybe I am just growing up

PS: my friend says the canteen masala dosa was only RS more sign that i am growing "up".


donald said...

Kalakki .....................

neermathalam said...

Reverberating my feelings...i should say..!!!

Arun said...

I find the masaladosa one a real achievement; I am sure mr rahul devassy will agree with me :)

Emmanuel said...

good....... :)

neermathalam said...

hey did u change the title of the blog...!!!!

mathew said...

really..i very much agree with you..the 9 rs dosa was way ahead tasty..sigh..the good ol times..

Anphy said...

devassy : thank you!!thank you!! :D

rathish : every1 seems to be in a nostalgic mood. And yes i changed my blog title, was hit by a brain wave :D

pottan:maybe, but why the change in identitiy??

emmanual : thanx

mathew :sigh...sigh... :D

arpana said...

the only constant is change - ironically :)

I'm done... said...

Come gather round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin'
Then you better start swimming
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a changin