french elections. and voting in pondicherry ,India also in total there may be around 70,000 french people. general de bol is the fav. but jaques chirac was also fav last time.

reading neerad chaudhary's biography of an unknown indian reminded me of the things of past. thinkng of starting a new blog based on my personal experiences of past and present.or to use this one itself.
on close scrutiny based on the time to be spent on each blog , the puported inability to classify topics among blogs, and the final appearance of each blog, i came to the conclsion of having one blog itself with some points daily for the past experiences. later on i can cut and paste them to a separate piece of paper.
the past
The monsoon and the weather
as the end of summer was looming large when it became more and more hotter and unbearable.the classes were to start after the summer and the days of spending the afternoon taking nap on the chatai(mat) would be over. but still the morning classes would be there.leaving us to return back to home early in the afternoon. the nights under the unfathomable sky and uncountable stars would becoming just too boring. and reading in night would become more and more difficult. the clouds would one day from east side fill the sky and give us a small rain. but this time it would be a stormy rain. but what we enjoyed most like many other north indians often written too descriptively was the smell sondhi mehak of zameen.
the storm would carry all the empty polythene packs with it to high in the sky and then again drop it back. the old mango trees would just be enjoying the storm but it was not good for the new oneswho had to bow and bend and do what not exercise.