Travelling to Germany can be overwhelming for many Indians. I got to travel to Germany when the Refugee Crisis was at its peak. Having visited few countries in the European continent the Germany experience was unlike the others . In a city like London you would bump into Indians in many localities like Wembley, East Ham, Southall. Take the tube and chances are high that every fifth guy is an Indian. Indian restaurants are sprawled across the city and food is never a problem. Germany is a different ball…
In January this year I went officially on sabbatical from my day job due to personal reasons. It has been around 13 years that I have been working as a software engineer for a MNC. By end of June circumstances were such that I had to tender my resignation. Since my sabbatical along with the task of taking care of family and kids I have managed to make a small presence in the freelancing print world. My articles have been published (read them here) in some of India’s leading tabloids…
It had been pouring since last few weeks. Mother earth had worn a green garb and was looking fresh and resplendent after the showers had quenched her soul. The rivers were swollen as life bounced back to a verdant celebration. Suddenly the earth opened up and out stepped a portly man dressed in silk dhoti, gold ornaments and a crown on his head. He held a palm leaf umbrella in his hand and walked with poise, authority and a broad smile plastered on to his face across the streets of Kerala.