Long forgotten parentage and occupation.

Till some years ago, the phenomenon of having stickers on cars (on the rear windshields
usually) was something alien to Kerala. It was more of a fad in Tamilnadu (and up North)
where the top favourites were to :

1. have the names of all kids in the family, with their initials intact, plastered all over the car.
2. have a religious message "Jesus saves" or "I am Jesus' favourite" or "Hare Rama, Hare Rama; Rama Rama Hare Hare" or "Jai Mata Di" etc
3. Up North, it would be like "Munnu Chunni di gaddi" (meaning, Munnu and Chunnu's vehicle).

Looks like it has caught on in Kerala too where I now see kid's names, religious stuff etc on
the rear windshields. But what I saw on the rear of a Suzuki Alto last week, was, to put it
mildly, really different.

It read, "MY BOSS IS A JEWISH CARPENTER"

Took me a few seconds to understand what he/she was implying. Put this across to a couple
of my Christian friends, but they could not make any sense of it. Looks like over the years,
the Jewish parentage of Jesus and his initial occupation of carpentry is forgotten as far as
modern day Christians are concerned. For them, maybe he is simply the son of God.

How low can we get ?

This came in the Malayala Manorama (a Malayalam newspaper) yesterday.


Picture courtesy : Malayala Manorama, Kollam edition, dtd 29-Oct-2007.

Those that can read Malayalam, can make out what the picture is about.

For those that don't know Malayalam, here goes the translation.

The news headline says "An advertising model for its own death".

The paper stuck on the buffalo reads as :
Local buffalo meat
1 K.G. for Rs.110
Available at Pazhayarinkuzhi Junction.

Hmm. There is no limit to man's cruelty, it seems.

A serious case of paranoia ? :-)

To say that I am crazy about my car, would be a serious understatement. I can rather be
called car-fanatic or paranoid or some such serious name. The very first car accessory that
I bought the day I got my baby (yeah, that's my car) home from the dealer's was a full body
car cover. Mainly because my flat in Chennai did not have covered parking facility.

The guy I bought it from, used terms like 'parachute material' to describe the fabric from
which the cover was supposedly made of. Implying that it is really strong, durable etc etc.
Ofcourse there is nothing that a pen knife can't do to cause a tear in it. Or, maybe the sharp
handle-bars of a cycle ridden by a girl, as I was to discover soon.

Anyway, in the 938 days (ok, I made up that number - it's like 31 months) that my car
has been with me, there has not been a single day when the car was left uncovered. Rain
or shine, the car would be covered, when parked in our apartment complex.

I would have loved to keep it covered when parked at the office complex too. But, even
for my paranoid mind, that was taking it a little too far. So, had to make do with leaving
it uncovered and just giving it a glance-over every 2 hours when I would come down to
the basement to have a coffee. You know, just to ensure that she is safe and fine.

I thought I had no competition whatsoever in being paranoid about my vehicle. But,
that was only till I saw this at Yonago airport in Japan. Click on the pic to get a clear
picture.



Heck, I did not even know that there were helicopter-covers available in the market.

Hmm. Now this is surely a case of taking love to new heights. :-)

Better late than never.

I had mentioned here about how the billboard advertisement for the Deccan Chronicle was
grammatically incorrect. Looks like there were others who noticed it (like I did) and maybe someone pointed it out to them because the billboards as I see them today have been corrected.

In place of the old copy, which read as "sometimes two letters denotes an era", what I see
now is "sometimes two letters denote an era".

Hmm. Good for them.

Am back after a hectic few weeks.

The last few weeks have been terribly busy for me. Forgot all about the blog
due to this cute guy who came into our life 2 weeks ago. Camera-shy, ain't he ?

Will try to resume regular posting soon. "Soon" being a very relative term.