An interesting ‘trip’ home.

So I started home at 7, completely baked and with great eagerness to collapse at home but had a rather eventful journey. Got on the good ol’ South Line and travelled in peace till Mambalam. Here, a very interesting thing happened. I saw the Law of Conservation of Momentum applied in a lesson to all those footboarders.

There was this woman walking on the edge of the platform (well not really, but she was past the yellow line) completely oblivious to the train coming up behind her (probably travelling at ~40 km/h). The other half of the system was a guy hanging off the footboard, obviously not in a position to change anything at this point. They met. There was quite a fuss. She was taken to a hospital, he left.

After a while I reached Nungambakkam, got off and managed to catch a share auto opposite Loyola Fast Foods, and got up to Haddows Road when the share auto guy stopped and claimed he wouldn’t go any more because of traffic. Got off, another share auto comes, he asks 10 bucks for a little over 4km. “Go hang”. Got on another for four bucks. Decent.

Yes, filla fillah!

The Götheborg, sailing ship from the 1700s

The Götheborg
The original ship sank in 1743, crashing on rocks just outside the port it was going to call at. No one died, but more than three hundred thousand porcelain articles from China went down to the bottom of the sea. You can read about it at the site that one of the founder’s set up.

Right now, it’s here at the Chennai Port and it’ll be staying there until the 10th of February. I was planning on going there today but I was informed at 8 in the morning that we had class today, on a Saturday! That was quite disappointing because I thought they were only open on weekdays. So tomorrow I shall be on a real live sailing ship (granted it has engines, but the cap’n says the sails is faster). Fascinating story behind it, very interesting. The project’s official site is here.

If you’re in town try to go get a look at it. I’ve been told they charge 50 rupees and you can go there on the 5th and the 6th too.

Meeting a poet.

Thursday this week, I met Lemn Sissay, an English poet who held a fun poetry workshop at the British Council in Chennai. He has got to be single most inspiring/entertaining person I’ve ever had try to teach me something.

There were some 20 of us there that day, and he had all of us laughing nearly all the time while he went about the task of telling us little important things about a poem, saying, among other things, “If you must use a cliché, add an adjective in at any point, that will convey the reference to previous uses and will have more meaning.”*, and how to choose a name, “Choose any two random words from your poem and put them together.”* The interesting thing is that many poems written there that day could have put an entire team of literature analysts to work for months to examine completely their intricacy and meaning while…’scanning well’.

The most amazing thing was that he had absolutely no hangups and seemed to understand exactly what this bunch of people he’d never met wanted at any time. Thanks, Mr. Sissay :)

*Quotes are not literal, it’s what I remember to be the meaning of what he said.