Tranquil

In a perpetual state of haste, to stand still, and breathe.

The Falling Man

Heartland

Temporary troop quarters in British India?

'Packet' Padmanabhan and Holy matrimony

This one is for the notorious 'Packet' Padmanabhan, and his impending wedding, looming large in the not so distant future. If one wonders what the packet in question is, it's that evil, ulcer causing/intestine busting/stupor inducing/near death experience causing/illicitly brewed hooch, which makes neanderthals out of sane humans and apes out of neanderthals, you get the picture. Bear in mind, it only costs 3-4 rupees a packet. That said, it's easy to imagine how A A Padmanabhan a.k.a 'Packet' decided to switch loyalties from the Jack Daniel's, Glenfiddich and Johnnie Walker's of this world and endear himself to the incomparable 'Packet'.

Notorious for his ability to wolf down packets of hooch, with not a care in the world about his innards, 'Packet' has finally decided to settle down, get hooked, booked and cooked like some would say, and head out on the road to matrimony. Albeit, I must say he's a lucky man, to find himself a smart, pretty young lady like he has, quite the antithesis of his rather unruly ways. You go girl.

I'm sure somewhere in the greater Dallas-Fort Worth-Arlington area, the chubby dude looks on, smiling his chubby smile, celebrating his christening of AAP as 'packet', and sending his soul traveling like the Wilburys to be in attendance at the wedding. And half a world away, somewhere in the offices of downtown Bangalore, 'Nirvana'Longbody L is slogging away at unearthly hours, so he too can be in attendance on the morrow, thinking to himself "Is Suresh Oberoi really Rakesh Roshan's father?" and other such thoughts which only his enigmatic and convoluted mind can come up with, let alone answer.

So here goes out a toast to A A 'packet' Padmanabhan, and to his Lady, May you have an awesome married life. And they lived happily ever after. And thats how a good, happy story ends.