The way to go for Cycles .

The things that are very common in a place may be strange and sometimes look innovative-ly different. The case in hand is the University at Buffalo Cycle parking.

I would not compare it with what I had in my workplace before. All I can say is that cycle was considered as a lowly means of transport and the riders would be looked down with scorn. And we had parking under the open sky, with the cumulative heat , of Chennai,  and radiation from concrete platform bursting of tyre was common. And then we got a more pleasant parking under the trees , but outside the building premises. So there was no guarantee that the cycle would be intact when one returned after work.

Here, I am posting pictures of Cycle parking in State University of New York (SUNY), Buffalo.
Of course, there is a bike lane in campus.


There is a correct lane and wrong lane for the cycles .

And when it is not available, the riders take on the footpath. But, then the footpath is wide enough and not very congested.

The type 1 of cycle parking – near Greiner Hall



The type 2 of cycle parking – near the Greiner Hall


The type 3 of cycle parking – a very common style here in university


The type 4 of cycle parking – near Goodyear Hall


Type 5

And the traditional way of the students ?! Tie it to the post


And there are social bicycles, which are kind of tech enabled . It has GPS and electronic lock. This is a sharing system in which you pay and get to take any free cycle. Park the cycle to specific area (not as in picture) and get availability of free cycles through a mobile app.


So, you start to believe that no one uses cars here.   Let’s see the car parking area



So how do people commute?

Longer rides – car/bus/train

Shorter rides – cycles ?

I don’t know the usage pattern. I see that the University has lot of space and that can accommodate lot of cars, cycles and people.

And places are so far apart that car will be necessary to commute.  And during winter the cycle may be hibernating in the basement.

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Posted by on September 6, 2015 in Uncategorized


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Latest from the Niagara Falls , USA

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Posted by on September 4, 2015 in Uncategorized


Start Deutsch

A determined beginning on learning German culminated into award of Goethe Zertifikat A1 and now A2. I received the certificate by post very recently. This was an accomplished par comparison. The way it went and how I went may well be documented here.

The study of German started with a weekend class. I was getting bored regularly on a weekend basis. Every weekend I could book a train ticket. Wait for its confirmation or even better, fight for Tatkal tickets on Thursday for a Friday train that reaches my destination on Saturday morning. The cost of to and for train journey could not be compensated by a 2 day stay. So the number of stays had to be increased. That leads to more leaves at office. For the sake of getting right return on train ticket investment. There was a saturation point somewhere. I had no place to visit in this city. I had covered all. There was no more leaves. And there was no purpose in going home, except for the sake of avoiding boredom. I had to collect movies or books and engage myself with it on weekends. Invariably weekends led to long sleeping times. longer cooking times. And an absolute tortoise way of life for 2 days.

I could try many things if I did not go home. Such as sleeping and cooking. Nothing more. The movies I watched did not improve me. The newspapers were useful if there was no daily follow up. So “what can be done ? ” was a regular question. I could search for events. But none satisfied me. They were either far or costly. Some interfered with the extra sleep times that I became habituated during weekends.

Then came the option :- Start Deutsch

Why Start Deutsch A2 ?

Okay, so I have fell into Deutsch,, German language will provide some opportunities, in job or in some yet unknown stuff. The way it is made makes my English better and communication easier. A2 is the next step and through steps we reach some heights.

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Posted by on August 10, 2015 in Uncategorized


Discovery of Panamaram Jain Temple

On the auspicious day of 18th April, 2015 our trip leader discovered the Panamaram Jain Temple, Wayanad, Kerala. This is  how it happened.

At the Pazhassi tomb, Mananthavady, Wayanad, Kerala, we had learned about the Jain temples. Some of which were very close to the place. Hence we embarked on the journey to visit the place. There were sign boards to Panamaram. And then nothing, absolute blank. This Jain Temple was listed, it was not one out of the world, mythological or folklore. But there were no directions given. We searched, asked, got frustrated and then cursed ourselves, but later determined our path with the spirit of travel. We were at Panamaram. That much was clear. But no one knew were the Jain Temple was. We asked lorry drivers, residents. We went in wrong routes 3 times. Then were around the temple for a long time, but could not find a road to it. We could smell it. And then after asking a shopkeeper at Punchavayal.

We were here at Punchavayal. We had returned to the shopkeeper who had told us the way. This time his face was unhappy and disappointed that we could not find the temple. We roamed the road that the shopkeeper pointed to. He also said first left. There was some tarring roadwork happening. We found no clue of the Jain Temple. Then as the road-roller moved, we found the un-tarred road. We thought let this be our last try. And , truly, we had discovered the Ancient Jain Temple at Panamaram after very very short drive into the “road”.

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Posted by on April 20, 2015 in Uncategorized


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Drawing : Herzliche geburtstag

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Posted by on April 10, 2015 in Uncategorized


The race of life

Trained to forget, what to regret ?

Things that come bye-pass the core.

Think you can take down ?

Maybe just swallow and frown ,

Let that be the named by-heart.

When there is no heart,

There is no breaking – heart,

Let that be all for all for some time.

When digits let you down all call you “a clown”,

You ponder over the phrase by heart all alone,

Memory that is volatile subtle and supreme,

Why do you ruin the all baked up frame ?

Is that the call sent ! The one you wanted,

Where’s the war which was lost all years ?

Come on, let’s do it just once,

Again all over into the cycle of race; full bloated.


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Posted by on April 4, 2015 in Uncategorized


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Haiku on International Women’s day

God created her,
Hands that take care; mind that fare;
To help, love and share .

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Posted by on March 9, 2015 in Uncategorized


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Trying Haiku style for first time.

Is this a haiku
I cannot be very sure enough
To claim if it is.

The Fish of the water
Fresh of lake or of the sea
Tastes good when cooked well.

Born and breathe in water
Live and Die with the same water
Death, birth, repeat and replete

Where the life of fish
Goes with its ambulation
It knows not as the water

Crops grown with water
Makes the hunger die and let live
It is not the same without

Water used in
big city could cater to
many at outskirts.

We waste water, speak
Of life, love, thoughts, hate and death,
None would happen without this


Trying haiku poetry for first time

Line: Syllables

Line 1: 5,
Line 2: 7,
Line 3: 5.

PS: Updated/Edited to fit the haiku formula

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Posted by on February 18, 2015 in Uncategorized


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The Jealous Indian

Kaaviya Thalaivan is an old idea brilliantly shown in  a new way on the big screen. The jealousy of a man , how mystically it could be held for sometime and then shown with the thought of revenge, to kill, his fellow man, a brother equivalent, brought up by the same father, the same guru, the same school of drama, the same stories and incidences, only to grow the jealousy with it, to end one with the other, to end oneself in the end. The story is also projects a point of discussion for the discussion on lack of words in Indian language beautifully differentiated by the ideas of “envy” and “jealousy”.

The jealousy of  a person to another mostly involves a sense of revenge and intimidation that forces that person to hate the subject of jealousy. Why not be envious in the same instance, where there is also a possibility to be happy about the achievements of a person and appreciate it and then think why I could not be like that. This is a softer form of jealousy but without any enmity. It can also be argued that there is mild “Asooya” (jealousy in Samskrtam) that grows on and festers into the revenge-ful savage form that is associated with jealousy.The Hindi word for jealousy “Jalan” is very close to fire or burning and used so.

To be envious is a peaceful act, where one simply wishes to match the quality or skill of another. This helps to promote healthy competition. This in turn benefits both the subject of envy and the envious. This is an ideal form of emotion. But human emotions knows no bounds. There is always a wilder form. And thence comes the jealousy. Why Indian languages do not have an equivalent term form “envy” is mysterious. Are Indians by nature forced to have jealousy rather than envy. If that is so imagine such a large population dragging each other down because of this bad attitude, which later becomes a habit. It is not for joke that the story of Kerala crab (later scaled up and known as story of Indian crab was told). This is also a frequently told story in Indian speeches by teachers and politicians. Here, it is retold in my version for the record.

The story of the Kerala Crab

Kerala crabs are famous as a culinary item. I found a nice photo of one here.


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A foreigner from Britain found the crab being loaded in a ship. This was a regularly exported item to Europe. He had come a long way from his land to find how it is that they get fresh crab. The baskets on which the crabs were loaded were not covered. And he was surprised. If it was not covered then the crabs may come out and escape. How then will the basket reach full of crabs, as he has seen in his port-town. Then the loader explained to him. “Sayippe! These are Kerala crabs. It has mindset of Keralites. If one crabs climbs to top of the basket others from inside would pull it down. Like this no crab is allowed to escape beacuse of their behaviour, and you get fresh crabs to eat.”

The British astonishment vanished from the face and now it turned red and laughed.


Jealousy ingrained in this form throughout a sub-continent would be a surprise to a naive mind. This is but a working principle in this beautiful land of variety.

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Posted by on February 11, 2015 in Uncategorized


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The rice ball of Morita

On any other day I would have agreed with my friend’s recommendation of getting some extra sleep. But today I felt somewhat odd. I was reading the story of Akio Morita the who made Sony. There was too much news on the media.

Some time back I watched Steve Jobs speech, an excellent speech that someone had shared on internet. Then suddenly the announcement of his death flashed in TV. A lot of people compared him to Einstein and Edison. But what had he done to society. Make some mad people who wait in queue to get some fancy gadget? Here, in my country, I see people standing in queue for water, for ration from ration shops, for voting, for getting tickets and for things that make life happen sustainably. But people out there mourn the death of a person who made a lot of money by making them addicts. Would it be the same if the liquor tycoons died and drinkers, Indians all over the sub-continent mourn their death by drinking more. What a tragedy it would have been! I should not talk bad about dead people let alone leaving ones. But questions and thoughts are one incessant flow without checkdams, until you open it out. My only relation with any apple being related to my digestive system, I ignored the news at first. Of course, my touchscreen phone cover has a bitten apple as logo, but it is considered an insult to give a bitten apple to someone. As far as ‘A for a full apple’ remains the learner’s rule, things are less harmful.

Continuing with the journey of Mr. Morita I could realize how much Japanese had suffered how it was that they , who believed “Made in Japan” to be of low quality item , made the same as one which people admire especially gadget freaks in the third floor of my apartments. They were involved in everything Japan, they didn’t believe in the USA, European or any other electronic merchandise. The thing was that there father had been to Japan and was a 5S guru in his office. The office got some recognition through implementation of 5S strategy. Theirs is an odd case, the two freaks, who may be called friends have their father a Gujarathi businessman and mother a Bengali. Sometimes I feel it is through her that the Japanese link came. She looks like a Japanese than anything else. Of course, I can’t tell the difference between a Japanese and Korean.

These freaks searched a lot for Japanese foods and settled for a Korean cuisine and Chinese if nothing else. They would go to a Korean Spicy chicken restaurant every Saturday after college hours and would learn Japanese from some place which has escaped my local expeditions. The duo would spend half their awake lives in Sony PS2 and both owned Japanese mobile phones. Their General Knowledge is not that sharp in that they didn’t know about the wireless charging mechanism that the Japanese telecom giant had commercialised. The philosophy of the Japanese caught my attention when the brighter of the two explained to me. The Japanese since the devastation during the nuclear attacks never went for war, they never made destructive weapons for themselves or for others. They are through commerce and technology the world leader, even the Western world looks upon them with reverence. So many calamities have struck them, manmade and otherwise. Frequent earthquakes and Tsunami’s are like seeing coconut trees in Kerala, always anytime anywhere. But they survived. They are the best examples of human race on that regard. They may not mingle with other races in mainlands as expected, but with their own language and culture intact they have helped themselves become mighty. “Had it been the Japanese who started conquests before the UK then I would be typing talking and reading in Japanese” sais the second freak. And saying this he lend a book for me to read , and that was about Mr. Morita. As I was engrossed in the reading I saw some rice balls steamed hot, and ready for stomach, (Kozhakatta) on the table. As the hand reached for one, the words I were reading struck me with awe. I read that Japanese eat rice and Mr. Morita was packing up some rice balls to be eaten enroute. I underlined those lines with red ink and bolted upstairs. They had been going to Korean and Chinese restaurant and here was the Japanese corporate leader going to have rice balls under my nose, I was reading with head down. I couldn’t wait to tell them this. I bolted off to meet those guys and announced my discovery. Their facial expressions did not flinch, and I was still wondering. It was lunch time and a sweet smell of something very familiar reached my olfactory senses. I checked my hands and made sure that there was no rice ball in my hand. The Bengali auntie called off loudly to both the boys “lunch is ready come and have it before it cools down, give that game boxes some rest”. With a small gap between the shoulders of the half Japanese boys I could see steam rising from a large transparent glass bowl. It was filled with rice balls.

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Posted by on February 10, 2015 in Uncategorized


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