I browse through wikipedia to learn the worst commerical flight accidents ever...specifically the ones that went down under the ocean....if anything went hidden or missing underwater. I see that India has the credits for the longest list of flight accidents in general. The Emperor Kanishka ends up under the Atlantic Ocean...most horrible. Pieces in the dark.

A flight going down under water is just one of my nightmares. Ever since my mom composed a her own bedtime story of a 'plane going down into the ullkadal', ever since I watched a cinema trailer of such an ill-fated flight and the plight of the passengers in it.

Bored of browsing, I walk into the office lobby and notice the breaking news on the LCD TV 'Air France flight goes missing'!

A huge Anantha Shesha(Serpent)statue is being completed. And under it's shade a commanding looking Vishnu is being made. Here Vishnu does not recline but in the upright posture.

Vishnu's normally peaceful and pleasant face is here demonic as an Asura's (Rahu?) can be. He is on a tough commanding posture. Like He is about to put a whole army into action.

A lot of vernaration, funding and decoration go into this statue. Gold coins are stuck all across the flooring. Photographers light up the place with their flashes.

Friday, 24th Oct 2008: After some cardio-exercise, while I alight from the car for some grocery shopping my wallet drops into a muddy puddle. It was raining cats and dogs and I take some time to fish it out of the puddle. My driver's license, visiting cards, cash, cards etc. all soaked and speckled with mud particles.
I get the feeling this is a 'to be continued...' situation.

Saturday, 25th Oct 2008: In the habit of reading while in the toilet, I place the newly-purchased fiction novel 'The Abyssinian Proof' very carelessly on top the geyser outlet tube in the toilet. And while I stand there and think of what to do next, the book falls straight into the blue-colored (Harpic stained) waters in the commode below. My wife then 'washes' it with the spray, 'disinfects' it with Savlon :-) and blow drys it with the hair dryer.
I think what is next? Probably me.

Monday, 27th October 2008: We get on a coracle (traditional round shaped boats ... rather floaters) at Bheemeshwari Fishing camp. A stinky wave from the rapids splashes on me and wets me to my underwear.

I am cruising on a short black tri-wheeler mo-bike through the alleys. Instead of the ordinary dials on it there is GPS panel which indicates the path I should navigate in order to 'locate' a (lost?) item. Having found something, I reach home (my feeling) as the vehicle brought me near.

The house has only a square hall, walls are all reddish-purple in color. My mother is there and so is a family...guest? I don't know them. There is a mother and a few daughters. Too many females in the room, uncomfortable, so I go out to continue my search.

The vehicle start off but the panel displays that the moon is quickly covered by thick clouds and so the search cannot continue. Moreover the display goes off as the battery charge is out. So I push the bike around the house hoping that its dynamo :-) will trigger it on. Some of the ladies in the house asks me what am I doing while they walk around the house in the opposite direction. I ignore them and carry on. What am I searching for??

I get back into the house and my mom asks me something about passport and identity verification. I question her back angrily as I normally do: 'WHAT??!'. She then clearly says that the 'authorities' need to see facial hair on me to prove my identity! Embarrassment.

I am at my uncle's well kept house. But I am surprised that it is not situated in Kerala but in Kuwait and that too right next to the awesome Kuwait (trio) towers. The house is not palatial but is well kept and furnished as a typical central governmental employee home is. Another feature I noticed is that the house plan is like a narrow rectangle in alignment with the neighboring towers. The long house diametrically lies over a very small rock mount.

I stand in their garden which is being well stocked with plant pots by the numerous helpers they have. While this is being done I have a look at smallest of the towers in front. I notice that this tower doesn't look original and is smaller than I thought. So I shift my head and find there is another bigger trio of towers being constructed. I shift the head again and see the original and awesomely high towers.

Both of my cousin brothers are there inside the house. The eldest tells me that he has some dental work to be done and asks me to show him my tooth cappings. I am hesitant and grinds my teeth in preparation to show him, feels like I am going to blown it off my teeth. While I do this he undresses and stands in front of me shamelessly and innocently as we were when we were kids. His naked body is as ugly as mine, now that he has a huge pot belly as my grandfather.

He asks me to open my mouth and he sees both the cappings: the silvery-metallic and tooth-colored.

I watched parts of 2 cinemas yesterdays night: First one being the famous 'Da Vinci Code' and second one the vampire chronicles 'Queen of the Damned'.

Something caught my attention while watching the first: during a chase scene the car moves off and the scene pauses at a poster of the play 'Les Miserables' on a bricked wall. The second movie made me focus on 2 things:  'Marius' the original vampire and a short violin jugalbandhi...the music was awesome, it sounded Carnatic. I told myself that I will have to check up on the net tomorrow on all these focus points.

My convenient amnesia refreshed my RAM on these matters but I did go to Wikipedia habitually today morning. And coincidently I found 'Les Miserable' on the home page as a featured link! It seems today was the day in 1985 that the play opened in London. I went through the link to find that there is a character in this play called Marius.

I am with an Iranian friend  (whom I met at the Landmark Advanced course) at some interesting building.

While I try to climb the wall, he runs under me carrying something (treasure?)

Then we are scuba diving. Both of us hold some semi-precious studded silver pots and we are supposed to pour the blood-like liquid in the pots into a hole in the sea floor. I wonder how this can be done? I see the hole belch out some blood like liquid too.

But, to my surprise when I pour into the hole it sucks the contents from the pot and some of the water around  into it neatly like a vaccum cleaner.