do you have a garage?

Aloha! (thank you flickr for teaching me that numerous times)
What's with garages and businesses? I mean why does every "started small, made it big" organisation always have its roots in a garage? is there some kinda research to prove some symbiotic relationship between garages and business plans? Am still waiting for that story where someone started their business in their living room or kitchen or bedroom. Hasn't there been some awesomatic chef dude who started in the kitchen and that became his kitchen? no, i read a story again of a guy who started selling food from his garage and is now successful. Maybe we should stop saying "rags to riches" and start saying "garage to office".
I've read atleast 2 stories in the last 2 days of garage successes and that I called upon myself - just was curious to know the origins of afaqs.com and voila! there's another garage to office story.
This after knowing the stories of steve jobs and his garage, page/ brin and their garage, gates and his garage, dell (not sure) and other dudes who founded amazon, hp.... you get the drift. Agreed, america has huge ass garages - the size of my apartment probably, but India? even apartments that are just 10+ years old do not have parking, let alone a garage. Yet somehow the enterprising lot "found" their garage.
So you ask what's my gripe? well i didn't have a garage nor could afford to rent a house with a spare one. Lucky bastards with those empty garages. I now know where i went wrong with that entrepreneurial saga of mine - i should have started in the ever so "humble" garage.

blistering barnacles

I've lived the longest part of my life in Madras. More than a decade; and that too through my adrenaline pumped teens, college and my first job. I never really complained about the freaking heat here and was so accustomed to it, like it was normal.

Like most schools; we had what was called the "morning assembly", the stupid thing that it was, you had kids dropping like bowling pins thanks to the heat. Cricket in the summer heat during my school holidays was always the same - a bunch of skinny boys in over sized tees (or) banians (vest) screaming, sweating, panting and drenched completely with sweat. Burnt skin, not even a tan - was the sign of great endurance among the boys. Every guy back to school from the hols was probably 120 shades darker, and boy were we proud of it, it made us feel manly, like you've passed through the training sessions of SEAL team 6.

I look back today and wonder, WTF, was I insane? were the rest of us insane? cycling and playing this this heat of 42 degrees?! I blame the Brits, I think they had summer holidays during this time of the year - when you could probably go out in England - it was warm and pleasant and not freakin chilly.

I just stayed for barely 2 years in Bangalore and now i am back in Madras., after Bangalore, my tolerance for this weather has just vanished. So while Mumbai is being lashed with heavy rains, I stare into the blistering sky with a heavy heart, hoping it bloody rains.