Thoughts like "Fuck man what am I doing here", or "This place sucks", or "I have landed in a wrong job", and many more philosophical thoughts are pretty common among software engineers on a busy Thursday especially if next day is long weekend which has not been planned.
I was in exact same situation today (8 Aug, 2013). Like any other hopeless engineer, I checked my watch at 5.30pm, after a customary 'bye! c ya on Monday', 'Happy weekend', some winking here and there, some opposite gender sightings here and there I approached elevator expecting more sightings.
Sightings? No way. Boring elevator journey from 4th floor to basement parking lot and then the type of thoughts changed its course again. Spotted my car and thought "Dude, I have the best looking car in world". Made sure to give that hunk body language while entering the car especially if other company's people are standing around.
Fun ends here and a hopeless journey with traffic crawls start.
I was listening to hichik-michik song from Chennai express when I recalled my photography buddies and good friends Devaiah and Prakash. I dont know why I remembered these guys when this song was playing, I will update this blog once I get the answer.
There had been a lot of ho-halla about the eat street Mosque road during Ramadaan. I thought of enjoying the street using my camera. But somehow there was a loss of energy (hopelessness) which was stopping me to go there. Thoughts like "Shit man no Parking space there, leave it, lets go home and watch TV" were taking a toll... While images like these were dominating my neural networks Prakash came to rescue when I called him. He simply told me to grab this opportunity and not wait for next year. He also gave me parking options. Deal done, and I took a left turn instead of right and headed straight to Mosque Road.
My tinted windows, post dusk darkness and solo driving was a good recipe to enjoy Hichik-Michik song in a way it is suppose to be especially in the middle of traffic. Make sure not to try all the moves of Shahrukh or you may get hurt by steering wheel ending in sprained elbows or waist.
Once you enter the eat street, it will take a while to gain senses. There are thousands of people with a 'Hungry' face from every race, caste, state, color, religion of society and the only language spoken and understood there is the language of Food.
Kebabs, Haleem, Rolls, chicken, mutton, camel, beef, samosa, sweets and what not. There were hundreds of items to eat. You may end up eating nothing out of confusion.
Being a human being and a male at that it was hard to choose camera over food. Following the rationality of male thinking, eating was a better option than anything else in world. I was about to buy a wrap when voice of Prakash echoed in my mind saying "Youuuu mayy-y-y nooooot gettttt thissss opportunityyyyy again again again again" (Like Krishna giving lessons to Arjuna). I swallowed a liter of accumulated saliva and sacrificed to convince myself that I am a photographer (with an overgrown tummy) before a hogger. (Prakash sir I hate you). I had to think rationally like a female to give up that wrap.
I somehow resisted my urge and made my brain to think irrationally. It certainly took me some time but there I was. When the deprivation took a toll and things went out of control I had to hog a plate full of ras-malai.
Here are the street pictures I took there while I was only thinking about the food.
Thanks for watching.
Best Regards,
Bibudesh.
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