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A Big Thank you!

2012-01-06T07:23:00.003+05:30

Yet another year has gone and one more new year is here... we never get tired of these resolutions or making wishes, do we? So many of it... starting from the ever clichéd ones like "I will quit smoking, I won't swear, will reduce my weight'' and there were a few strange new ones ... one of my friends had a unique wish for the year, the ability to differentiate her enemies and friends! She did not ask for anything diplomatic which would say 'I do not want any enemies', it was very clear ... and I just can't deny the fact I totally agree...

Yes, elimination of negativity is asking for stagnation.

And today I feel thankful that my life had so many negative things... if not for all that I wouldn't have come all this way, in fact none of us would have.

If not for the darkness I wouldn't have appreciated sunrise

So here comes a big thank you to all those negative things in life. In no particular order

Thank you

All crappy music and its composers, I can now stick to my good old music and be glad about my taste...

Dear new neighbor, I realize that the old fellow was such a darling!

To all hunger pangs, now I know how bad it is to waste food...

To all the loneliness... now I know the value of a good companion.

To my bad supervisor, well I have faced the worse and you made me strong!

Aaannnnddd Dear enemies, now I know how important, nice and awesome people my friends are... I appreciate my friends better, I realize their value, I really feel lucky! All thanks to you my dearest enemy!

Thanks a ton!!!

Oh yeah, so the worst is yet to come? So what?! I am all set... bring it on \m/

good bye 2011

2011-12-31T22:11:00.003+05:30

wishlist for the coming year in no particular order...

things I know that are gonna happen and things I wish/hope to do...

new job-work more-be a little organized-cut down those calories-artsy-buy a car-get engaged-travel-read more-fight less-communicate better

well, sounds very very simple when I read!!!

2012...here I come

the genius that 'Mottai' is...

2011-12-29T23:04:00.000+05:30

Posting after ages , but am writing this with so much energy,so much happiness and probably bliss is the right word… barely 8 hours afterattending `mottai’s (as he is fondly called) concert, here I am at worklistening to almost the same songs that were performed last evening, yet theyseem fresh like am listening to some favorite lullaby of mine, like the warmththat I receive when my mother hugs me, the smell of filter kaapi, the smell ofsoil before rain-the rawness of it, the beauty of all this… I will die in peace because I was at an ILAYARAJAconcert… history happened and I was there to witness it.

About the concert:

Well like any other concert here, this too kept the audiencewaiting for solid 70 mins… we did get irritated and bored with those Malabargold and Banjaras rose bacial kit (err, they said facial like that only) and by ~6.10 the concert started with thesymphony from Budapest performing and oh my what a beautiful sync to ‘ninnukorivaranam (agni nakshatram) 15 minutes of that and then a slight tension startedbuilding up, we wanted to see THE man, for whom we had come all the way,cancelling so many other things, not bothering about the cyclone warnings , darnevery other thing in life, it was indeed important, this MAN mattered so muchto each and every person there…

We saw a bunch ofpeople arriving to sing the chorus, 2 minutes later…there was actual tensionand you suddenly hear a very familiar voice reciting ‘OM’, the rawness, thebase pitch, you know he is there, but you exactly do not know from where isthis GOD of music gonna emerge, you hear it again… the OM… and something whichwas a projector screen till then opened and there he was, clad in his usualwhite and white.. so simple, so elegant as always… with his trademark vanakkam…and with no botheration he sat on the floor with his harmonium (his only truefriend –as he referred it to) and started singing the famous ‘Janani jagam nee’– all of us went silent, the crowd which went maniac and mad seeing this man,became silent once this man started singing, talk about pied piper effect?!…almost everyone was singing along…such is the impact of the song, such is thecomposition, such is the voice, such is the fame and when the lines ‘alaimaagalnee, kalai maagal nee-the chorus bit almost everyone sitting was singing thoselines… MAGIC is what you call it… like my friend rightly put it `Deivam yaaivan’ (yes, He is GOD) I nod in agreement.

Surprises... a bag full of it!

After that performance from the MAN himself comes in asurprise, there he was another living legend who had been singing for the past50years… K.J.Yesudass ! We did expect him to sing `Amma endrazhakaadha’ … hedid. It is indeed very sad to witness what age does to people and KJY was noexception. Old age has definitely affected the quality of his voice… And thencame the man with golden voice SPB… *touchwood* his singing was flawless andsings effortlessly… WOW was the word… and oh my there was the nightingale onstage next…Chitra, she indeed is Chinnakuyil! BEAUTY…

Importance to words.. The beauty of poetry:

The importance that `mottai’ gives to lyrics… poetswould be really happy and pleased to actually write for IR, because hiscompositions actually enhance and add beauty to their poetry, you appreciatethe lyrical beauty, you appreciate the beauty of thamizh… there is no jarring ~~music~~ (read noise) which will over-shadow the lyrics, music by mottai gives life towords penned by those poets, to have been a poet in that era would have been THE epitome of happiness, a life to-die for!

Orchestration and itsbrilliance:

Only after you attend a concert by `mottai’ you realize andunderstand that NO music composer now actually puts an effort to arrangesuch orchestration. Sheer brilliance,the arrangement was such that you actually could see how organized mottaisrecording theater would be!

Violins, guitars, tabalas, veena, sitar, tavil, -you name itthey had it all! On one stage… `madai thirandhu’, `poongadhave’, `putham pudhukaalai’ , poove sempoove, china kannan azhaikiraan, ayiram malargale… to name a few. BLISS!!!! The orchestration and chorus were excellent, mind-blowing, flawless, and brilliant! Amrunning out of adjectives to praise them… A standing ovation was the best wecould do to them… they do deserve more… and like director Balki rightly pointed it was the BGM of mottai that saved SOmany movies in the late 70s and 80s… there were flaws from the singers butthere was NO flaw, absolutely no flawfrom the musicians who played… one word- RESPECT!

I do know that every song of mottai deserves a separate blog post, but practical difficulties hence I have highlighted just a few…

Paaruvame…

This song was almost like the love anthem for the ones whogrew up in the 80s, such a simple song… a young couple jogging early in themorning and this man composes the entire song just with the tap of those footsteps! Composedduring a time when there weren’t much of technological advancements and storyon how this song was composed, how beautifully percussion was used to bring theactual `tok.tok.tok.tok’ throughout the song, aahhh… what can you say, brilliance…sheer brilliance! A master piece from mottai.

En iniya pon nilave…

You know it even when the guitar starts playing… you knowthat you are going to fall in love again… you know that you’ll hum along whenKJY sings `dharadharthatha’…. You knowthe song by heart, and you probably sang this to your first crush or to your partnerwhen you both snuggled up in one cozy corner, yet when you hear this song sungby the KJY himself, its magic! Goose bumps, a beautiful memory flashes in frontof your eyes- you smile to yourself… happiness!!!

Sundari….kannal oruseidhi!!!

The moment you hear the flute in the BG you know that youare going to witness an EPIC. This song is one of the reasons why SPB isGOD… `naan unnai neenga maaten,neenginaal thoongamaaten’, aahh, the way he sings it, with so much soul, thepangs, you actual can feel it and you start missing your loved one… the waymottai has arranged the music for this song, well what do you write aboutsomething which is legendary? You can actual feel the exact situation! The war,the tension, the mountain of emotions the warrior(protagonist) is undergoing,the pangs of separation, this song gets you too emotional… and when Balusings`varuven annaal vara koodum’ , you see the ray of hope, the confidence… andthe improvisation which he gave towards the end… waaaah… SPB-shashtaaganamaskaaram kodi to you…

The maniac that `Mottai’ is –

Yes, this man is a maniac when it comes to music… heardabout aging gracefully? This man has indeed aged… but with so much grace, butthe energy that he has! Gosh… you know that it is no rock music concert, and heis no rockstar. So much silence, so peaceful is the looks but amazing energyfor a man who has crossed 60. Not even a second did he disappear, no rest,there was nothing stopping him from what he was doing… the adjectives like `legend, maestro , Mozart of south’should be added right for this man… ONLY for this man! And this man is not able to tolerate flaws inmusic… be it anyone, even the legendary KJY gets corrected ON stage before1000s of his die-hard fans, a perfectionist `mottai’ is , for sure a hard taskmaster!

There were a lot of things which could have been better… Iwas not able to sit through fully… 35 songs were supposedly performed… but youknow what, this man ruled this industry for decades especially the period fromlate 70s to the 80s… golden era! Which would you ignore and it is hard to bringit under an umbrella and perform a selected few on one evening, the task isalmost impossible. The concert might not have been the best according to many,but it was memorable for sure… damn the flaws by the singers, damn thevidyagarvam or whatever mottai is supposed to have, oh come on, why not???? Aman who has composed ~2700 songs, who has done symphonies, who gave life to somany soppy scripts, who revolutionized thamizh film music, who made everyonelisten to his songs without even any proper publicity, who brought in the rawflavor into existence, who explored so many new arenas, who crossed boundarieseffortlessly… seriously for all this, this man is mightily calm and composed…

Mottai… I have no exact words to conclude, all I can say is(From a person who believes that there is NO god… now here is the writtenstatement)

“If music is a religion, Mottai is GOD”!

“Deivamyaa nee”

A poetry dedicated to mottai by one if his greatest fan- posted with due permission

ஆதரவின்றி அழுதுக் கொண்டு

அனாதையாய் நினைக்கும்போது

ஆதரவாய் அணைத்துக் கொண்டாய்

எண்ணங்கள் வெள்ளம் போல்

கரை புரண்டு ஓடும்போது

அணையென நீ தடுத்தாய்

ஆரய்யா நீ?

வயிற்றினில் பட்டாம்பூச்சி

உதடுகளில் புன்சிரிப்பு

அதைக் காதல் என்றாய்,

அனுபவித்தேன் – என்

காதலனா நீ??

மனம்தான் சஞ்சலப்பட்டு

மௌனமாய் நின்றபோது

ஒரு நிலையில் எனை கொணர்ந்தாய்

துக்கம் அது தொண்டைதனை

அடைக்கும் வேளையில் துணையென

அருகினில் அமர்ந்தாய்

துணைவனா நீ??

கவிதை எழுதும் எனக்கு

உனை நினைக்க தூண்டினாய்

நாடினேன் கை பிடித்து உதவினாய்

ஓவியம் தான் நான் தீட்டும்போது

வர்ணங்களாய் நீ தோன்றினாய்

உன் பாடல்களால் எனை

சாந்தப் படுத்துகிறாயே

எனது யோகியா நீ?

பயம் என்னை நெருங்கும்போது

கை கொடுத்தாய், மற்றும்

க்ரோத கசடுகள் எல்லாம்

நெருங்கா வகையில் செய்தாய்

உலகின் அழகை நான் இங்கு – இரு

கண்களால் ரசிக்கும் வேளையில்

அருகிலிருந்து பல கோடி கண்களால்

அணு அணுவாய் ரசிக்கச் செய்தாய்

படைத்தவனை உணரச் செய்தாய்

யார் ஐயா நீ எனக்கு?

கவியா? புலவனா? படைப்பாளியா?

காதலனா? துணைவனா?

ஒருபோதும் துணையாய் நிற்கும்

நீ எனக்கு கண்காணா

தெய்வமா நீ? ராக தேவனா நீ?

ராஜ ராஜனா நீ? இளைய ராஜனே

யார் ஐயா நீ எனக்கு??

- original poetry by Devi ravi

P.S: sorry for not supporting with any photo from the event, cameras weren't allowed and none of our mobiles could do any justice! sincere apologies

Long live Amreeca

2011-10-03T22:30:00.001+05:30

Cautionary warning: I have nothing against that country;this is no racist post, not a post due to frustration that am not going therefor a on-site project.

This is unadulterated rant

Sitting in my cubicle (well technically speaking, this isNOT a cubicle, ok. Lemme call it my workplace ) on yet another Monday morningtrying to muster up all the energy I can and a artificial smile plastered to myface, I start settling down, combing my hair sitting exactly at my workplace(yes, am mannerless and lazy like that) I take my headphones and a newZandu balm dappa (yes, fruits of labor I get headache almost everyday and atany random time of the day and almost every night I get to bed with one) ,waving hi to few souls with whom I have acquainted myself and yes unusuallyearly to work today as my cab driver was on time and also there was lesstraffic today , the major reason being this dusshera time and almost allschools are done with their first term and vacation is on till coming Thursday.

The exact point why this frustration started.

Hailing from southern part of India , from a tambrahmhousehold , went to a school which preached Hinduism meticulously … well blameit on all of these … I was always told and always had holidays for AyudhaPoojai (saraswathy poojai) and Vijayadasami . Saraswathy poojai a.k.a Ayudhapoojai is the day when you worship goddess Saraswathy (the lady is supposed togive you good brains) and it is a boon in every students life because you don’thave to touch your books that day!! Yes literally !! you keep your books and dopooja, it is books for students same way for any profession. No one here downsouth does any work that day, all shopkeepers clean and decorate their shops,they pray for good business and dedicate this day entirely to Gods worship andthey start it afresh from the next day which is very auspicious to start anynew venture the day is called ‘VijayaDasami’ (Vijaya-Victory, dasami- 10^thday) The mythical reference being Lord Rama’s victory over the 10 headed asura(bad guy) Raavan (no not Jr. AB) , it is also the last day of Navraathiri , thedandiya takes place in the northern parts of India and down south it’s the lastday of Golu , this day is supposedly very auspicious to start anything new, you can witness tiny little ones being madeto write in rice for the first time, asthis day marks the beginning of their formal education, many schools have aVijayadasami admission .

Yes, these 2 days are of great regional importance … and notjust that, being it vacation time you get to meet your relatives and golu meansvisiting houses , and even in the households where they do not have golu DOcelebrate Ayudha Poojai as it is very significant and auspicious …

For me till date ayudha poojai has been a day where dad usedto be home and lunch was a sumptuous affair and cousins galore at home. Entireday goes in eating, chatting , laughing… yes, family bonding in simpler terms…

Hang on, the scene isn’t gonna be the same this year.

Yes , I have to work on both ayudha poojai and vijayadasamithis year. Most say 90% of the companies have a holiday atleast on Ayudhapoojai day…

But… but.. I have to work! Yes on both days.

And the reason? Very simple, mine is a Newyork based company and also I am a life science professional, so even a days off will mean a huge loss, for whom, no you should not ask that. Everything goes according to the American calendar, well, wait beforeyou bombard with questions like

-> So do you have holidays for thanksgiving, Halloween,4^th of July , a long Christmas vacation?

->Are you paid in American dollars?

Well, the answer for both is a big NO.

When it comes to restricting holidays, they start followinga new rule …

Yearly only 12 days of leave, and yes they include Saturdaysand yes they will NOT compensate Gandhi Jayanti or may day which fell on Sundays…and granting holidays are the decision of the management which is made ofpeople who are LOYAL to the company (read bonded labors who are paid andtrained to do so)

Let us work for America...let the world be American... whatjoy!

Already we have got used to McD’s , KFC and pizzas.

Darn the regional sentiments, darn the family bonding, darnthe break from work.

America is more important…

Hail amreeca

now don't come fighting with me telling that I should blame my management and NOT amreeca, am in no mood to argue, I have another rant to finish ... and I already had a bad monday...

Tata!

Hail Murphy!

2011-09-16T21:56:00.001+05:30

The creative side of the brain functions maximum at office. Only when am trying to sit through and get some work done amidst so many distractions (IPmsgs, mails, kadalai on phone, munching murukku without breaking it or spilling it around, water drinking tradition after murukku, music when am not varuthing on phone) phewwww.. yes I do complete work amidst ALL this.

And it is SO very difficult to concentrate and work. The monotony almost grows on you and you try to distract yourself so that you don’t sleep like a log on your desk for more than 30mins(less than that is acceptable :P)

And on one fine Friday morning when you decide you will be all chirpy and concentrate and do work so there will be a increase in productivity … well no, life isn’t all that simble.

You start feeling hyper. You want to do something interesting. You start planning about your weekend. You actually start typing a word document with to-dos for next day’s shopping and attach that document to your personal mail #facepalm

Everything else seems so interesting . The new chappals that some random female amit is wearing .

Even your own blog seems interesting . and a horse starts running at full speed on what has to be your next blogspot. Knowing fully well that only a handful of people actually know its existence and you are the only one who has read it all and since I was suffering from writers block and also now this blog is at coma stage , there is this dire need to start writing again.

and also time to revamp my blog... gotto stumbleupon cause Tumblr. is blocked at work.. hmpfff

That's what its called

2011-06-20T22:20:00.000+05:30

2 months and nothing new!

writer's block. That's what it is called... a fancier way of saying 'lack of creativity'

those 3 days

2011-04-05T20:56:00.001+05:30

Cautionary warning: ladies matter, but yes you can peep in guys

You are PMSing if

--> You wake up in the morning to find you have not just 1 but some 2,3,4 and may be more of pimples .. yes… PIMPLES… those pinkish red eruptions on your face… making it look so phugly

-->You get irritated … even for the tiniest little thing that happens around you

*Calling bell rings- irritated

*Traffic- irritated

*Mom makes idlis for dinner-irritated

-->Your standard reply for any question is – NO

-->You feel you have a bad hair day though you had washed it just a day before or on the same day, still you feel it’s a bad hair day

-->You feel liking fighting… and you do not need a reason

-->You stare, blankly at random things and people
-->anxiety becomes your middle name

-->Your hands are on your cheeks or head, most of the time and when asked why, you say ‘Nothing’

-->You feel you have the worst problems and trauma in this whole wide world

-->You feel helpless, pathetic, cursed

-->You feel like swearing

-->You feel like shouting , swearing

-->You don’t feel like talking to anyone

-->You feel fat

-->You crave for food but end up eating nothing

If you are nodding your head after reading this or (for boys) if you have seen your girlfriend do all this, take this certification ‘you are a DRAMA QUEEN’, and you are NOT alone, cheers, I am one too

growing up...

2011-03-27T00:07:00.000+05:30

I never ever thought that I will be able to work under somebody…

I thought I will never face failure.

I dreamt I will be successful, always

I always thought it was difficult to fall in love and I understood it was easier to be out of love…

Passion is the best feeling ever…

People throw you away-just like that…

You should cry for your mistakes-each and every one of it…

To accept someone for whatever they are is the most difficult thing in life…

At the end you are always alone...

To forgive is difficult…

To hate is easy….

Acceptance is a gift…

Jealousy is a curse …

Unconditional love seldom happens, if it happens you seldom understand it …

Untilted - v 1.0

2011-03-26T23:54:00.003+05:30

Ok, I actually have no clue on how to start this one… this is one big time ‘am growing up’ post and is going to be horribly boring…

This may I will turn 23… yes, I have been in this world for 22 long years and I …am…looking back … like every other creature I had (have) dreams, aspirations… now I look back to all of it, yes I remember them…

I remember it so well… class 3, history lesson about king Ashoka and about his dreams and aspirations to conquer every other place possible and that’s when we were asked this epic question… ‘What is your AIM in your life’ , and there were ~58 students in that class , of that nearly 25 of them wanted to be doctors, 15 of them wanted to be engineers , few pilots, many wanted to be Sachin Tendulkar and I wanted to be a Teacher, yes you read that right.. and my class teacher was mightily impressed (why wouldn’t she be) appreciated that I had such a noble (ermmm)aimbition and asked all the other students to applaud for my answer … that exact moment , yes that very moment I decided that I will become a teacher someday…

Bloody hell.. a group of people clapping for you can change your life SO much… freaky

And from that day this was my standard answer to anyone who asked me this -So, what after studies, Me: teaching

So from the time I was a 8 yr old till I was 22 all I dreamt was that I will be a teacher someday… did not bother to study mathematics so I would not be diverted to do engineering (that was a lie, I suck at maths ) … did a under-grad, joined post-grad in the same field ( knowing fully well that I won’t get a job, and even if I manage to get one the pay won’t be great) but still I had decided I would not work till am done with my doctorate… fuck yes, I was THAT ambitious, I was not a topper but made sure I got my concepts and basics right… took every seminar very seriously , I wanted to be a model teacher someday… and my seminars reflected the dream inside me, I have never failed to score full marks in my seminars…

And then PG got over… this idiot who wanted to study and do her doctorate , who should have applied for it either here in India or Abroad all of a sudden wanted to **earn**, trust me the joy of being employed and making your own money is blissful, there isn’t another equivalent to it…

You very well know that your parents are ready to spend for your education , but still, when 75 % of your friends start earning, start spending with their own money, it isn’t easy for you to study … at least for me, I found it irksome to sit at home and prepare for any other entrance test, to write SOP’s and all that jazz… and the aftermath of this I am now employed… slogging all I can to make my own money…

Might be very exaggerating while you read but to have not succeeded in what I envisaged , dreamt all day and night, moulded myself for ~ 14 yrs was(is) not very easy… and yes I do know that I can still do it, but that’s not the point… for some point I always thought I ll never ever do anything else except what I dreamt, but I have now learnt that life doesn’t work that way…

You dream, you aspire, you envisage , you mould and finally you give-up, adapt, get accustomed … your needs and wants become your priorities, your dream takes a back seat…

Right now though am happy about work and the money, still there is something missing, I have this feeling of ‘what am I doing here?’ and I do know that I am not here to do what am doing right now… but still… I have to, I want to…and therefore I do

P.S : if you managed to read this fully, please suggest a suitable title…

not so simple

2011-03-12T09:05:00.000+05:30

simple is such a underrated word... few very simple things actually impress us the most...

every morning when I drive to office I see this lady, she works as a maid -servant, and has a daughter who might be 5-6 yrs of age... every single day I witness this illiterate mother holding hands of this tiny tot, walking and talking till the kid reaches school, the lady starts work at 4 am and ends it by 7 am so she can manage to take care of her child as well, I see a ray of hope whenever I see this mother-daughter duo... she might not be educated but a person who realizes the true value of education... someday, may be some fine day she will have a better life

Sounds very simple, but too touching for me...

another thing which impressed me so much , not just impress but also made me crave... A grandfather who drops his Grandchild to school and this kido so happily hugs the Grand dad while he drives and also gives me this look of '' oh, so you are a grown-up'' and makes me feel so jealous... such a blissful life... and a Win-Win situation...

Sigh...

Sense and sensibilities

2011-02-27T21:20:00.001+05:30

Warning: This is a rant

How many of you have this weird fear in you while starting from home… the fear of returning safe that evening/night… do you look at your mom and give a smile through your helmets visor and tell her tata or ask her ‘do you want something while I come back?’
Do you feel like a warrior out in the battle field who has no guarantee if he’ll return alive…
Well, you are not alone…
You very well know that you are qualified enough to drive a two-wheeler, you know that you are sensible enough not to skip red signals, you know that you will not swoosh through one way roads, you have the basic common sense to indicate while you take a turn.

But, trust me.. you belong to the minority here… 7 on 11 people are insensible warts who do NOT do any of the above mentioned things.

I drive to office every single day, and its approximately a 45km drive to and fro , and each and every single day I undergo this weird thing called ‘driving stress’ there is absolutely no stress or pressure that I have at work, but to compensate that I have this thing…
Now whoever comes to a conclusion that ‘all women are bad drivers’ – you are wrong, there are a lot of sensible female drivers, it’s just that even now there is zilch respect for women who drive, and this happens not only to women, that’s the best part about it… no sensible driver gets his respect.

Every damn person is in a hurry, but that doesn’t mean you disregard all rules.

-->Skipping signals : there would hardly be 3 in 15 who would wait for the signal to become a green, as and when the count in 6 everyone just passes through it… just like that and have you ever seen a person you stops when it’s in orange…

-->Lane discipline : hello what’s that? and talk to them about this you get this as the reply ‘ where is the lane in India for me to follow it’ , well, there might not be proper lanes but at least you can have the sense not to skip on the one which you were driving? You drive behind a car, find a tiny gap and just go into that and create havoc. How brilliant!!

One more thing that I will never be able to comprehend… why do people commute to office in such BIG cars, ok dude you do have a car, you love it, it’s like your baby and all that jazz but your office is hardly 10-15km away from home and you drive in your car that too as a SINGLE entity.. Heard about ‘carpooling’? saves you and your friends SO much money and also you get to go in different cars and you also consume less space and do a GREAT deal of help to the society.

Median lines--> I do not know why they exist! Some heavy motor vehicle manages to break it once in every fortnight.

Over-speeding --> ok Mr.WannaBe COOL, we know you have a super awesome 135 CC bike which can FLY… but you do not have the rights to shit scare every other person who is driving…

And this part is THE most irritating… the annoying high-pitched loud musical horns… it gives me such a feeling that my heart misses several beats … not just by the road side romeos who have bikes in every funky color possible (green, yellow, Ferrari red and what not) but also the lorry drivers who think the road belongs to them and they just do not stop with that loud horn but also are generous enough to tap loudly on the door which is supposedly an offence.

And I will never understand why some people always have their feet flying while they drive a two-wheeler, leg brake concept or what?!

Talking/using mobile phones while driving… dearie dears can’t your lover wait for few seconds? Can’t you just stop in a corner , talk and then drive again? Will your business drown if you do not attend that phone call while driving? Can’t you use a hands-free? Well, you might be super-talented in multi-tasking, but honestly it distracts others…

Crackers-->we burst crackers for anything and everything possible. Wedding-crackers, death-crackers, political meetings-crackers what next? Weekend-crackers is it??!! Don’t you realize that you are scaring every animal possible, do you know how scared dogs are to the noise of it, they run haywire and die…just like that. Every morning I see at least one dog dead on a main road, honestly I feel ashamed for having born in this human race, no concern for animals, don’t you feel bad, don’t you get a feeling that even YOU might die just like that dog someday and there would be no soul to care about it? SHAME- on me, you and everyone

Save energy -->turn off your vehicle while waiting for signals, and its also good for your vehicles engine

Stop blaming the Government for bad roads, I know they are NOT very responsible, they just repair it over-night and it doesn’t solve any problem… but as a citizen you can be responsible enough…

*Avoid skipping signals
*Put your mobile phones on silent while you drive or use hands-free if its an emergency
*Follow lane discipline
*Be a friendly driver
*DO NOT burst crackers on main roads at peak traffic hours
*Give way for AMBULANCE
last but NOT the least....
*please please please DO WEAR YOUR HELMETS!!!

All these small things can have a effect, you do your bit, seeing you 2 people will follow and trust me its such a COOL thing to follow rules…
And I am trying to do my bit, just with a tiny ray of hope that someone would follow suit and I can drive without fear and get back home ‘alive’ come on, there are thousand ways to die and dying in a accident on the road is the last I want…

am back - after a sabbatical

2011-02-26T19:39:00.000+05:30

The best and worst part of working is that, you become busy and also too lazy to do which once used to be a routine. Well , my life took too many U-bends in the last few months, some of the bends were too curvy and edgy but yes, right now, as and when I type this one, I AM HAPPY. Was doing a job which was too very taxing and tiring and it did not pay me as much as I expected and then suddenly… one message from a old friend of mine with whom I thankfully had a good rapport during my college days decides to inform me about a job opening… I attend the interview get back home with all my fingers and toes crossed, yes I wanted the job very badly, reasons a)the pay was not bad when compared to other life science companies b)my mother was too very desperate that I get into my field and do something which would be relevant with what I did at college, well, the next day I had the job and there was a very small speed breaker which went smooth few days later and 19th of Jan 2011 I was at my 'new' office.

This new job was partly a reason why I had not wrote anything for almost 2 months and there were few other reasons, #tag , well those who understand what a hash tag here exactly meant are the smart ones, well if you din’t you are the lucky ones. And few more reasons include my sudden trips , fight or rather call it a cold war with few people who no longer deserve to be in my life and also I kind of am fed up of keyboards, ~7hrs at office I spend with these tiny keys with the highly musically irritating ‘’tokk tokk’’ noise ….

Well anyway, I have few things to rant about and also I need to keep my blog alive… so there would be a few posts here in the near future…

Cheers…

the year that was-2010

2010-12-31T23:45:00.003+05:30

as random as ever... in no particular order this was 2010 for me...

last sem of PG-usual travel-project that sucked- a trip to pazhani- a game to remember-new ppl in life- endless conversations- new addictions- Saran-discussions at home-plans-annoyed-laughter-giggles-PPTs-typing-night stays-conversations,endless ones-Rajaram Pandian- unwanted fights- it was HIGH time to forget, no more forgiving-giving up not great ALL the time-group messages-long drives- thamizh padam- long long long talks- laughter - Gujan- weight loss-GADGET failures part-1; shit happens- and then... whattey WOW.. eye and eye- Nj, Aska, RPV- and I was a PG - MAT became MAD-vodka,breezers,mysooru, I was LOST- was all this even POSSIBLE- revelation- life... BLISSFUL- meets- drives-travel- Anand-classes- maths,grrr-LISTENING - hail 11 july 2010- August!!!! words FAIL- MTRS-beach-moon-satyam-ok-and it was over- travel-GOVI-exams-whattey wow- shit happens,again- tears- and then life has to move on-Rajnikanth!!!!- a new beginning- travel - gadget failure part2 and more sequels came- money feels good- a new phase-A trip to remember- yayness... and as of I remember 2010 was a year to REMEMBER!!!

If I had not added anything it was either a memory fail.... or deliberately ignored coz it was jus NOT worth it

the month that was nov-2010

2010-12-02T07:14:00.000+05:30

work...work... and work... diwali=me+5kgs :-|...jal... the bestest holiday in life till date... beach...beauty...blissful... one more gadget fail, and then miracles do happen..2g-scam-politics-twitter-screw it all... I.will.lose.weight. :-|.. escape,hp, few more random days... btw did I just notice that my blog is a year old... :)

Right or wrong-who decides?

2010-11-30T18:27:00.002+05:30

Read this article in TOI recently and it got onto to my nerves …

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/City/Chennai/Moral-police-strikes-at-Besant-Nagar/articleshow/7012818.cms

moral policing-duh, come on… the incident that happened in a mangalore pub years back, the Shivsena’s protest on V-day come on guys give it a break

and now this incident, it was heights of idiocy … they were just in the beach –A public place, yes agreed but they weren’t nude or something like that, only that’s indecent behavior and not going out with your boy/girl friend …

A country which doesn’t question the polygamy of its state ministers , a country in which 68.978696% of movies are SO perverted, putrid, vulgar and showcase women in such revealing outfits in a very unpleasant manner but the police go moral policing on couples and women who go to pubs..

From the article //A shopkeeper who witnessed the high-handedness of the police fumed, "Such behavior from the police is not acceptable. We often see young men creating nuisance on the beach, harassing girls and couples, and the police are mute spectators. It is the presence of the media and senior police officials that prompted the cops to act like this." //

So here it is, news hungry media, some footage somewhere in today’s ‘happening’ news, so go question 2 young people who have come on a date, how sick is that.

Threats like ‘I’ll report to your parents’ work so well here, because our parents are still not open to these ideas , go tell them that am seeing this guy and we are going on a date, hell, that’ll probably be your last day as a single, they get devastated, not to be blamed they grew up so, but things are changing, many parents are opening up, it’s a few incidents like this make them panic even more, and honestly beach is probably ‘the best’ place to go, that too if you love Chennai, you just can’t avoid beaches, and coffee shops aren’t affordable to everyone and not everyday , without digressing much from the topic now who decides what’s right and what’s not?

Nudity is vulgar, objectionable, questionable- agreed, and pissing in public is not questioned where as kissing.. *sigh*

and it aches even more to know that all these articles are available on the internet and whats gonna be the reaction from the 'global junta' who read this, already we have so many political scams to insult us in a public arena and now this...

I wonder why no student organization ever protested against this, and I seriously pity the couple who were caught up in this ‘unpleasant’ incident, and for sure its gonna be a nightmare for many after reading this… like one of my friend had very aptly posted this

Next up,married couples can't go out together :|

the diwali that was

2010-11-07T16:20:00.000+05:30

ok. I was supposed to write this on the 5th of November, but since I had to clean my room which was such a huge mess (by huge mess I mean that there wasn't anymore space for extra mess) hence I took a day off from work and resolved to do the following
a)visit to temple with parents
b)visit my relatives
c)clean my room

and for (c) I had given my reasons, but why the (a) and (b)

ok now, this is another reminiscence...

I was working till the eve of diwali, that was not the only reason which made me feel all sober and loose the actual spirit of Diwali but I no longer felt like saying 'happy deepavali'.. it has become just another day in my life...

rewind button:14 years back..

we were in a joint family system, 9 people including me and 3 more families dropping in a day before deepavali (thats how I spelled it back then) which meant we had 25 odd people at one place and add few more neighbors ... so around 30 people (which feels like a CROWD now) at one place, talking, laughing, bursting crackers and making the entire road into a mess with papers and sleeping after 11-12 in the night and waking up at 4 AM, all drowsy , and waiting for the nallennai to be applied and nalangu to be kept and queue for the bathroom so we can wash soon and wear new clothes, go to temple(that was compulsory on diwali),eat sweets (no botheration about inch gain et al) and crackers again, so much till your ear drum goes, zzooinggg :) this was DIWALI for me... all this was only till I was some 16.

Slowly all of this vanished. We started living in a nuclear family, job, marriage separated every cousin, all thrown up to different corners, we hardly meet. All of us try catching up online or over phone, but we seldom fulfill it..

I no longer find Diwali very interesting ... earlier I used to be SO excited to wear new clothes, because being brought up in a very normal middle class family new clothes on Diwali was more than exciting , it were always special but now, I wear a new dress every other week and the interest factor is close to nil.
None of my cousins are here in Chennai or any near by , and taking time off to come down for Diwali is not very possible cause they utilize it as their 'family time' or to take a break to relax, which I find is very reasonable because only after I started to work do I realize how important breaks and offs are...

this year despite being dead tired because I had slogged for 2 weeks non-stop, I took off from my work not worrying about my loss of pay , woke up soon, let my mother to the oil applying, nalangu rituals, dressed up , went to temple with my parents, then met up cousins, nieces and nephews,gossiped,giggled, came home, tidied up my room upto 78.87% (100% is impossible here) then had a happy lunch with parents, slept like a log in the noon, evening again with my parents... I missed my sister like crazy ... well, can't help... LIFE!

p.s: if not for your sweets, I won't even remember it was Diwali ... thanks Maa :)

the month that was oct-2010

2010-11-07T15:36:00.000+05:30

ok..I hardly remember what happened ... ummm.. lemme recollect.. Oct 1.. my best friends birthday, the much much awaited Endhiran releases .. S's birthday surprise... I try to reconcile...Golu.. work, slog on it.. frustrated again,reaches peak..goes to the level of deleting FB account...stressed.. tensed...confused... K's birthday makes me feel even more frustrated and dislike towards D becomes hatred.... ENDHIRAN... then a U-turn! life ain't that bad after all... I am all smiles, I love every bit of what I am doing now..in bliss.. fingers toes all crossed.. good luck to me!

to Osho, with Luff

2010-10-22T20:34:00.000+05:30

Cautionary warning: do not read this post if you are too touché with the concept called ‘love’

Nope this post is not about Osho or his philosophy , but it is greatly inspired from this man called Osho, and hence the tagline.

This is about the most talked thing in this world… there might be n number of souls falling into this as and when I write about this… supposed to be the greatest feeling on earth or considered to be the most beautiful feeling : LOVE

I do believe that it exists… and yes have felt it too. But this concept of love (or ‘Luff’ as Osho says it) is fairly over-rated.

Luff is just another emotion that every human being experiences or undergoes… we cry, we laugh, we feel anger, guilty, euphoria, disappointment , we become sober, and just in that order, ‘we love’

And hence, anybody can be in love… it just doesn’t make you any different from the rest of the world. And also anyone can be in love with anyone, and by this I mean that love is in NO WAY connected to genders. Yes, I support homosexuality, come on what’s wrong with it, you being straight in your sexual orientation is because of your hormones and in the very same way a homosexual, being what they are is because of their hormones, and at the end of it everything dissolves into one emotion ‘LUFF’…

And there is the love from one side concept, love is a mutual feeling, and in general it happens simultaneously to both the souls involved in it, you start liking someone, you obviously show signs of that liking, and it creates vibrations between you both, and if the vibration gets positively stronger then you proceed, bond and breed. Where as you are deeply attracted to someone but they just do not respond, then it is not love, but a very strong attraction to you were as it ‘just did not happen’ to the other person… you can’t blame yourself for being attracted nor blame the other for not… it involves are own freaking hormones and yes our mind too…

The so called puppy love is probably the sweetest and also the sanest, you see this among kids, they do not know why they like that particular child, but you can observe it tailing around each other all day and night, laughing and giggling , playing and cuddling, there are no mind games, they just ‘love’ in a very very simple unconditional way. And then what goes wrong? Nothing, we just grow up.

We grow up into separate individuals, our own society, peer group, our family, we start thinking too much, contemplate matters, we are insecure, we demand assurances for everything and we tangle matters and make life tough.

As Osho says ‘luff is very breezy’ , you feel it, you enjoy it and yes it does go. Not many would agree to this , but yes, it does go. And this is where our own mind comes to play, luff is supposedly connected with the heart , may be, but yeah a lot of mind work and games is involved in it… it is actually very easy for people to love someone, get out of it, and love another person, well, you think its gross? Not at all, it was happening, happens now, will continue in the future too, only thing is that `GUILT’ .

Guilt- probably the best of all emotions, if this was not there, the world would not be what it is now. You can never ever kill your past… you might try and forget, get out of it, get into a entirely different atmosphere, but still your past lives, inside you and comes out during the worst time of your life, you are emotionally broken, disappointed and sober, hah your guilt magically comes to your mind making matters worse. I am no great person to talk about moral values but yeah I do feel guilty about a lot of things in my past,hell yes, but I do not have an option but to carry on. Life and its beauty.

Only because of this feeling called 'guilt' many people do realize that they have a conscience and are more committed to what they are doing or to their partner. So isn’t there a thing called `unconditional love’?

Well, not once we grow up. Everyone expects something. You love someone, and you expect to be loved back. So you obviously expect "something".

And love someone because you ‘love’ loving them… enjoy that feeling and not just for the heck of it…

Everything said and done, luff… be in love, enjoy it, and if you cannot to justification to it just get out of it and do not be a pain in the wrong place to your partner...

One life to live... so live.. and yes LUFF...

the blessed me

2010-10-11T20:21:00.001+05:30

ok am frustrated ... like you won't be if you have been sneezing for the past 3 hours and 35 mins and still have a running nose... and its absolutely normal , well some people are famous for weirdest things possible , Himesh Reshamiya's nose sings for him , mine sneezes for me and the only similarity is that both our noses do not demand an extra pay for the extra work they are doing for us(hah, thankfully) ... I can sneeze for an entire day, and still stay alive, quite an achievement right?

While I was in school my friends D, S and J used to bid on how much I'd sneeze this time, yup am a sneezing champion.

and while at college dear friend N got really frustrated,
ME: haaaatcchh...
N: Bless you
ME : haaa..aaa...tttccc..cchhhuuu...
N: Bless you dear
ME: haaaa......aaaa.AAA..TTtt...ccCc..hhhhhHHh....
N : wtf?!

from then on she just stopped blessing me, but dear God doesn't think her way, he keeps blessing me always, like ALWAYS!

I sneeze in the day

I sneeze on a may.

I sneeze when sun shines bright

I sneeze when there is no light.

summer, winter, autumn, spring,

I can sneeze while I swing.

cheese,butter and yam

I sneeze therefore I am.

what a frustrated soul, to write an ode for sneezing. Well, you know whats even more frustrating? the ones that exist around you, no...not the normal ones , but there exists few specimens who just live for commenting, suggesting and advising...

''oh, dear'' you need to see a doc...

well, honestly you think I'd visit a plumber x-( , I do know that my nose acts a like stupid tap dripping with infinite phlegm , but, trust me I do go to the doc ...

well, if allopathy doesn't work for you , then you gotto try homeopathy , there is this very good doc near my place and if you want I can fix an appointment and you see he is very busy comes only on tuesdays and thursdays(wonder what he does on the other 5days) and we generally wait in long queues for appointments and even then we get to meet him only after 9 in the night, you must consult, usually alternative medicines work well for extreme cases (:-/) like you -ALL this non-stop and with a very very serious and worried look on that dumb face. Ok now, STOP IT...

I have nothing against alternative medicines or whatever but am just so bored and frustrated hearing the same old suggestion for the nth time now.

It is annoying to you that I keep sneezing, or may be you are really worried about me that I might collapse anytime, but very very honestly am even more annoyed, it gets too boring, irritating and frustrating to sneeze over and over again , and I just get so tired and there have been so so many days that went wasted because of this...

darned immune system and this place is SO polluted... and on top of it, my stupid nose, barely 1 inch long and half an inch wide (yeah, it is indeed SO small) but its not just extra but supersensitive, one foul odour, tiny peck of dust , a mosquito coil in a land that is far far away and am finished, it starts with a blocked nose, then it runs and runs and runs...continuous... non-stop.

now do not even think of posting an advice on what-I-suggest-you or you-got-to-take-care or this and that...

I sneeze, therefore I am!

that is the BLESSED ME...

namesake- part 2

2010-10-09T18:11:00.001+05:30

yeah, yet another rant about my name...

earlier it was Mirnalini officially and unofficially Minu and now when I look back, this simBle 9letter name has undergone so many variations and modifications...

many found it hard to pronounce and some NEVER spell it right and I do not prefer mRinalini,but it so happens that 7/10 type it as mRinalini (Murphy, you rock :|)

and as of now (10/09/2010) my supposedly tongue twisting name has undergone the following weirdest changes possible...

And I have decided to credit ALL those extremely talented friends of mine

credit1 :goes to Miyuki, one of my bestest friend , If you have met me, you'd agree that I probably have the smallest nose, well, its tiny , it just isn't proportional to my face and my sneezing troubles famous enough( post coming very soon ) which makes my eyes shrink, and hence she calls me ~~chinku~~(and I strongly suspect Dwa for this) , well for meaning and additional details you can google

credit2 : goes to Nethra, another great friend of mine, ~~Mirna~~, it was her who first called me so, and many followed suit

credit3 : goes to AC2 (who apparently has adopted me as his daughter :P)-~~Mir Nal Lin~~, well, he decided to add a chinese touch to it.

credit4 : goes to RPV(well, am not expanding the name due to spacial constraints :P)-~~Nininini~~, wondering what? its simple (in his terms) Mir-naalu-ni (4 ni's) and hence Nininini(why blood, same blood)

credit5 : goes to Thriveni maami- ~~Min min~~... dunno how and why it started, but as of I remember it started like ' minnal '(lightning) which became 'min min' later

credit6 :goes to Sudhakar, ~~Biriyani~~ , yeah, you read that right :|

credit7 : goes to Naveen Ilango, ~~Miranda~~ ... :-/

credit8 : goes to Andrew, ~~fish~~, what the f....ish ..bloody foodomaniac

credit9 : goes to Muthunarayanan , my bro dearest, calls me ~~7up,~~ well, I don't remember the origin but remember that it started long long ago, so long ago (do you at least remember da thambi?)

I have weird friends , my mom was after all right ;-)

and people, please say my name right at the funeral, at least there :|

the month that was sept-2010

2010-10-09T17:20:00.000+05:30

emptiness-sober- pangs-clueless-break-dilli-the phenomenon that is Govinda-important stuff away from=not a gr8 plan-technologically challenged-nomination-FOOD,FOOD,FOOD-fabia-men will be men always-darn the cliches-home <3- skype fail-dismal fail waited ahead-life isn't rosy ALL the time-locked inside my own head-noone ever gets rid of their past-yeah,trust I seek and find in you-the WORSE is yet to come

zero-ing it up

2010-10-04T18:03:00.006+05:30

I had planned to start writing round-ups from 2010 (one more mistake of this year) well, not my own idea, come on, if I had been that creative why am I gonna be a biotechnologist ?!

rounding up a months activity ain't THAT easy, firstly why I decided to round-up was that even though I would not have anything to write at times, at least this, one round up per month and so for sure 12 posts in hand :P, and there were other reasons too, I wanted few people to know what is happening in my life, now like always this is a bit complicated, though there are N other ways like
1. I have a mobile phone, with a message booster pack, a STD pack and a ISD pack still the lazy goose I am , (also read communication failure maniac) and also it kinda irritates me to call/message people and answer/reply to questions - yes I am indeed that much of a nutter , can't help...
2. I have a facebook account in which am active for almost 14 hours a day( the other 10hrs goes in sleeping/eating and related activities) , and my FB status updates are random ranging from politics to movies but hardly on whats on my mind and in addition to this I had been unfriended not just by 1 but 4 or 5 people( I seriously am losing count on this) within a span of barely 2 months, and yeah, they do follow me here :P (which means that I want them to know that my life is perfectly FINE, sadism+sarcasm,can't help)
note:the ones who unfriended me weren't merely FB friends but were few of my very close buddies (note the past tense here, which means they are no longer in my life :-/)
3.I do not mail everyone(who does these days eh?), but except for 3 people in my life noone ever receives a written mail from me...
4.google talk/skype...grrrr!! gtalk: invisible most of the time... skype:used/access only for 2 people

so which comes down to the fact that not many would know what I am ACTUALLY upto(I hear , like I care), but still, it became a part of my blogging to round it up, dunno how many cared to read it, but its kinda reference to me, few of it are cryptic but whoever had to , would decipher it perfectly well,and its a weird feeling, some of fraandzz actually read it and is happy to know that 'all izz well' and its a nice feeling when they call if they had understood some problem of mine/or few happy moments which I had cryptically posted... its more like my public diary... but not for long!just 4 more (OMG, 2010 is gonna end as well :-/)

Am finding it difficult , major reason is that, there isn't anything actually HAPPENING in my life... *sigh*

what men REALLY want?

2010-09-28T19:27:00.004+05:30

yeah you did read that right... digressing from the usual cliche on 'what women want'... we might have come across this very old and very cliched joke

It's not difficult to make a woman happy.
A man only needs to be:
1. A friend
2. A companion
3. A lover
4. A brother
5. A father
6. A master
7. A chef
8. An electrician
9. A carpenter
10. A plumber
11. A mechanic
12. A decorator
13. A stylist
14. A sexologist
15. A gynecologist
16. A psychologist
17. A pest exterminator
18. A psychiatrist
19. A healer
20. A good listener
21. An organizer
22. A good father
23. Very clean
24. Sympathetic
25. Athletic
26. Warm
27. Attentive
28. Gallant
29. Intelligent
30. Funny
31. Creative
32. Tender
33. Strong
34. Understanding
35. Tolerant
36. Prudent
37. Ambitious
38. Capable
39. Courageous
40. Determined
41. True
42. Dependable
43. Passionate
44. Compassionate

WITHOUT FORGETTING TO:

45. Give her compliments regularly
46. Love shopping
47. Be honest
48. Be very rich
49. Not stress her out
50. Not look at other girls

AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO:

51. Give her lots of attention, but expect little yourself
52. Give her lots of time, especially time for herself
53. Give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes

IT IS VERY IMPORTANT:

54. Never to forget:
* birthdays
* anniversaries
* arrangements she makes

etc...

AND HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY

1. Leave him alone

coming to think of it... is that all what a man needs? to be left alone?

leave him alone like how? read on , this leave him alone* comes with a (* conditions apply symbol)

and they are
*2.''good'' food (if possible a good cook to make some good food, if possible a good cook who is good looking, if possible a good looking good cook who is also very good in giving good company , who would be very very dumb and listen to ALL the crap you say and just nods head and doesn't argue back AT all..

*3.A tv, remote (in hand) and loads of junk nearby along with water/quarter, someone to periodically refill the junk,water/quarter and no one to change channel from some F1 racing or some league match.

*4.someone who would chuckle to their dumb jokes and say 'yes' to them all the time... they(men) call it that they want someone who would listen to them, it doesn't end there, you gotto listen and say 'yes/correct/yeah' at correct intervals and empathise , but never ever comment, deny or say NO...

*5.A good car, if possible with a good driver.

*6.their own space (another irritating cliche) this my own space just means that they need to watch F1, cricket , football (be it world cups or EPLs or IPL )WWE all alone or with a friend and include PORN to this list or they need their space for quarter (booze) and getting high, that's it... it is as simple as that but men get SO histrionic about this and start this drama of 'my freedom is gone', there is no peace of mind... grrr....

*7.a girl who ''looks beautiful, takes good care of you, who will resemble your mother in as many aspects as possible, who will cook well- if possible feed you, will not nag you, will be a good home maker and earn as well, who will be tramod(traditionally modern),who will be very supportive,who will LISTEN to you(like ALL the time) who will be a great sport, who will be a great mother to your kids and a good daughter in law to your mom and a great wife to you, who will not ask you to take her for shopping, who will not make you pay her credit card bills and this wish list is on and on and on...

*8.sex , booze and porn ... all at one time(if possible) or at regular intervals...

come on what men want seem to be too very easy and simple and NOT confusing AT ALL!:| and yes google does have an answer for this :P

nothingness also read as the month that was august-2010

2010-09-28T19:12:00.004+05:30

its been exactly 55 days since I even posted something here... not even the usual monthly round up... well, did I get THAT busy? the honest answer-NO, then well the reason was ''nothing'' - sense of emptiness... well, August went like first few days of waiting, then meeting , then my usual talking and eating , talking to myself and then watching stupid movies and sincerely TRYING to study... planning for a trip, seriously planning for something useful but end up procrastinating as usual... I had a empty phase... I had nothing to do much, thought process was more emptier than usual, I picked up unwanted fights, was more than useless... no proper studying, no planning, no shopping, no meeting friends , no alcohol, I did not even realize that it was almost september mid and I had to fly to dilli for my much much awaited vacation which was pretty good and now am back with some new energy, some level of clarity and hoping to set things right about my career... hope ''all izz well''...

the month that was July-10

2010-08-04T22:04:00.002+05:30

july 1- laptop crashes-struggle with PC for 10 days-FRUSTRATED-clueless-hail 11 July 2010-eye n eye-back to old love, Sony ericsson!! -empty pages- hospital smell-cooking isn't rocket science , eating isn't robotics..:P- empty pages *sigh*- eye n eye to eye-eye-see- home home home-BOREDOM- glad- go july come august :-)

*

2010-07-25T19:48:00.004+05:30

Well, a post starting with a sign… no I do not have any great thing to say to this world. Well what does this (*) mean to you???

*- geek 1- oh, asterix symbol, means multiplication

*-geek2- oh, yeah that’s right but in mobile phones that’s a tab, u can change from dictionary mode to blah blah blah…

*-me.. hey that’s a star :P

Well, but people from marketing and management have their theory… for them
* means –TERMS & CONDITIONS APPLY.

Well, until foolish customers (read me) exists, brilliant marketeers will live(king size). The story of my mobile phone becoming dumb(I hear lines like yeah, jus like you) and me not attending calls , well, enough said on that and I decided to change my phone(finally!), so after seeing Maddy dearest saying that, there is a discount UPTO 50 % in the shop for which he is the brand ambassador, nah ..no am not mentioning the name of the world famous shop you see :P, so myself and my friend S decided to go there… and S was so confident that it was a genuine sale, and the ad outside the shop had a Corby(samsung) on one side and Nokia on the other side, and we went inside, one tall, dark, slim ‘marketing manager’-MM (that’s what he called himself) welcomed us.

S- which mobiles have discount?

MM- lemon,micro maxx, lava

S- err ,what are these!?!?

MM- mobile phone brand names madam :P

S- :O

MM-yes madam, offer only for those brands, because, well, you see, they don’t sell :|

S- then why do you have a samsung and nokia on display picture outside?

MM-marketing strategy , din’t you notice the * sign on top of it?

From Mobile phones to apparels, furniture to fairness creams to tooth pastes… even life insurance covers(:/) do not come without a *… SIGH…

note to self: notice *, exhibit caution!

Well, so is a happy life err,…happy ‘married’life*
*terms and conditions apply.

*SIGH* :-/

the yo(U) factor

2010-07-25T17:43:00.003+05:30

This post might lack coherence and it has lot of jumbled thoughts…

Change is probably the only constant, yes world knows that. Even in this ever changing change there are few, very few things that remain unchanged. The hope, faith, belief that some people have on various other things. My life underwent a phase trasition. I had always been capricious, agreed. But this transition was not very easy. And it did not come all of a sudden, it came after so much of self contemplation, I was not able to accept truth because I felt it was a adamant thing,a taboo or blasphemy . But yes, I had to accept it. The revelation was that, I had lost my faith in the existence of god. Damn the scientific explanations or my logical reasoning but the simple fact was that I was not able to find hope and faith in a thing which did not exist at all…

Yes …this is when a wonderful thing happened to me. I lost my religious believes but I started understanding or should I say realizing that hope and faith lies within yo(U)…

And this was not at a frustrated time or during some PMS, but at a very normal time,in fact it was a very happy time of my life when I realized how wonderfully human minds work, how beautiful the blending of hearts can be, how elegant truth can be, I no longer needed a brand name here, because everything is a consequence of your own action, your deed, your mind, your heart…so it is up to U…

Few people do exists in this world… those few who are like a energy source… they are filled with so much hope, so much of aura around them… that even in the worst of times they manage to smile, and carry on…and I the stupid, hopeless,frustrated was so bloody fortunate to have them with me… it is from them that I get all the hope of my life. I now know what is trust, what it is to be worth the trust, what it takes to have faith on someone, yes, there is a tomorrow, and it will be brighter and better, and all this did not come from any philosophical conversation or discourse but from very normal day to-day talks.

I now strongly believe in yo(U), each and every one of us… because faith, hope and trust do not come from anywhere else, but only from us, it is just within yo(U)…and for this wonderful thing time and distance just do not matter...

Beauty of human life, people and emotions, hah... plain or simple, complicated or confusing, but just so amazing and makes me awestruck!!!that is probably THE best thing about being human , and also the worst... a emotional quotient or EQ, what a wonder!!! but also comes with a ''handle with care'' warning, because if mishandled it leads to the worst of any trauma.

the month that was june-10

2010-07-12T08:58:00.002+05:30

emptiness-21G-Awesome weather, seksiee Chennai-RG=confusion-worst lessons on time & distance-Asku,Olapaai,petwrapped-Rain-MAD leaves chennai-K leaving to Mumbai,send off, dominoes-chidambaram-champagne+rum chocolate=grrr-what goes around comes around-bad health-routine regime again

pOke ppl PokE

2010-06-27T17:46:00.003+05:30

I wonder if there is a soul who is not familiar with this term called Poke now (well, of course your great grandma and your pet cockroach will not know)

Poking- the latest way of telling ppl that you exist. or thats how I define it.

earlier you had to walk miles, then it was buses, trains, then came the phones, the came the internet- and then we cast a web.

from the very old dove (puraa a.k.a kaaboothar) which was used to carry letters now it is just a poke. Who has time to write letters to your friend or loved ones or what is there to write in a letter? how many of us actually are expressing what we have for a friend or our beloved through a letter.? or are we saving trees this way!?!?!

lack of time, hectic schedule, work load and am jus so busy... yeah, cut the crap will catch up online...bye, ciao.

if you miss the very very old tradition of writing/receiving letters, greeting cards on your birthdays?? Well... you are not alone!! (wow, thats news..isn't it?)

we typed mails earlier, then came messengers,around the same time we started text messaging through mobile phones and then came the era of social networking, all we did was to scrap our friend and then we are talking to walls now, and tweeting (well, conveying a msg within 140 characters needs some talent, AGREED!) and if we are too busy to do one(all) of the above painstaking tasks all we do is go the friends FB page and just POKE, and your friend now knows you exist. And be thankful for the 5secs spent on you!!!

yeah.. so Poke people poke... (the ones who are familiar with the tamil movie ''Sigappu Rojakkal'' will understand, this ''poke ppl poke'' rhymes with the kuthunga ejaman kuthungaa , ain't it :P )

Men are from mars and are women really from venus?!?

2010-06-22T13:00:00.006+05:30

Yeah yeah yeah… this gender battle never gets over… I know… and I am no feminist but the girl inside me often feels that women are being stereotyped wee bit too much. Starting from our movies, the Indian woman is always portrayed as a rich female who would go in Mercs and Porsches and falls in love with a auto driver or bus conductor or as a confused female who falls in love with a guy younger to her and ditches him for no proper justifiable reason [no no, am not hurting VTV fans ;)] or who would have an hour glass figure and dance with a hero who is almost thrice her age or who is a damsel with no brains … urgh…

Does all this happen in reality?

Are women really THAT dumb?

Few terrible clichés

1. Women can’t take jokes( heh heh.. not really, few women are jus extra-sensitive but most of us jus cool about it and we do love fun, sense of humour impresses a girl THE best ;)
2. Women are bad at driving (come on, our sense of driving has improved a lot and neither are ALL men great drivers and how many of you are sweet enough to teach your wife/gf to drive or jus be cool to sit back and let them drive??)
3. Women love gold (nah, there are many who love silver, diamonds and platinum :P)
4. Women cannot watch/like/understand football or sports in general (I would agree as a personal thing, but in general it’s not true)
5. Women love pink (duh :-/)
6. Women love stuffed toys (duh again… have you ever tried gifting books :-/)
7. Women are too picky about their shape (hell we have to or you start drooling at the better ones)
8. Women concentrate more on their make-up and carry it in their bags (did you come check :-/)
9. Women prefer the TDH guy (tall,dark,handsome).. Well men prefer the curves don’t they… and the TDH, if that was true 69.99% of Indian men would be single...even NOW!
10. Women prefer money over heart … *sigh*… men prefer beauty over heart but that’s not an issue at ALL…
11. Women are so sensitive about their age---not any more, we believe in aging gracefully and we know what to do about it… it’s the men who don’t want silver on their hair nor do they want to be bald
12. Women are hysterical (not every other gal is a DRAMA QUEEN and men you are no way lesser to us in DRAMA ex: FIFA ;)
13. Women love gossiping ( as though men don’t… come on guys, what’s more interesting than knowing who is who now :P ) we jus agree to it openly… moreover information is wealth ;)
14. Women love crying (NO… WE DON’T)… tears are just a form of emotion, anything just like laughter, anger, love and sadness… its jus that they way it was put to MEN- be a man do not cry like a girl- wtf? Seriously… you can if you want to, and I bet your gal is sensible enough to give her arms when you cry

(p.s : no personal attacks meant … and to the men in my life you are jus TOO cool and I jus adore you guys!! This one is for the dunderheads who jus stereotype and give snide remarks on women without knowing the real essence of feminity– can you please GROW UP?!?)

procrastinators creed

2010-06-09T17:04:00.006+05:30

the best procrastinator I ever came across was- ME, now do not fight for that title, am the undisputed winner.

its been long since I did something NOW..its always tomorrow or later... so much laziness spread all over and I delay even my monthly round-ups.

Planning---------->delayed
Writing----------->delayed
Going on time----->delayed
Eating------------>on time
Sleeping---------->delayed
Errands----------->delayed
Work-------------->delayed
Friendship-------->indefinite
Love-------------->***blank***
Happiness--------->delayed
Trust------------->indefinite
Fights------------>arrival 15 minutes earlier
Hope-------------->***blank***
Faith------------->indefinite
Frustrated-------->on time

yeah, and the background of all this, well I'll write that later.. *yawn*...

the month that was may-2010

2010-06-09T16:37:00.005+05:30

epitome of paradise-ulcer-shuttle-laziness-procrastinating BIG time-mehendi-breezer+vodka=grrr-drive-may 10,MAT became MAD :)-endless conversations-quality inn fun, mahabs-relatives-sketched(LOL)-trip to mysore, awesomest ever, fun, revelation-home is home-to spit or to swallow- 22, surprise/shock, awkwardness-sorry GOD-LAILA 'O' LAILA-19 may & now I know, best gift delayed just by a day!!!! GOVINDA- random happy days- eye & eye-do not even know how the month ended, but happiest EVER!!!

if he was there.....

2010-05-18T13:01:00.002+05:30

no this is not about some lost love or something... this 'he' here is ''GOD''... I was all spiritual and religious , went to temple every other day, recited slogas for every other deity and now, Am an atheist. and the greatest influences have been few people.. Richard Dawkins , I first got attracted to this man just for and by his looks , as they say 'intelligence is sexy', Dawkins is so sexy, and after i got over his looks i started reading him and he floored me within the first few lines of his book... 'I didn't know I could', yeah that meant a lot to me, even i didn't know i could. Even now I am asked to adhere to few religious things and I have become even more rebellious.
My mother being the purest believer in GOD has lost hope on me... Maa, understand... A person can be a atheist and still be happy,balanced,moral and intellectually fulfilled (courtesy : DAWKINS).. we Indians have a pseudo-scientific explanation for every crap we do.. starting from creation of the universe to budding of a rose Mr.GOD is credited and worshipped. I am no longer willing to do that and i do not want my kids to be a fool who would stand in front of a stone and waste his/her time.

And one more thing that hit me hard, Indian constitution doesn't allow a person to get married stating he/she is an atheist , you either be a Hindu/christian/Muslim/Sikh or the endless list we have , but not as an atheist. What if I do not want to be any and what if I want my child to choose his own religion?

humanity, love, preserving nature, utilisation of science and technology to its maximum for the betterment of mankind only these are gonna help this world and not our religion or non-existent being called GOD...

And science and god co-exist... that is probably the funniest statement ever, the best PARADOX , ever.. if there is GOD for everything then why do we need science and technology and research and medicine and vaccine?? if science is true there definitely is NO GOD...

“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.”- Albert Einstein
why, what, how, when...if everyone was sensible enough to question everything then there would have been less or none of Nithyanandas' in this country

By simple common sense I don't believe in God, in none.-Charlie Chaplin

“I am a deeply religious nonbeliever - This is a somewhat new kind of religion”-Albert Einstein, yes now thats my religion- A DEEPLY RELIGIOUS NONBELIEVER

the month that was april-2010

2010-05-13T23:05:00.004+05:30

unforgettable month-paiya,beach,mob in water-last drive to coll :(-supi,andrew,dominos-hut-exams start-I-I-awesomest dream-D's b'day plan-few weird behaviours-shit happens, multiple times-vishu-few more crazy days-hibernation-relief in the form of RPV-CSK's win- one line of a song stuck to head :)- and yeah few things are over, for good!!shuttle-new baby boy at home-lovely day, few voices are jus so haunting-drizzle-month ends in awesomeness.....

Paradise(regained)

2010-05-01T11:19:00.004+05:30

It would be such a cliché to say this… but rain and the emotions associated with it are truly beautiful.

And if you are a true blue Chennai-ite , yeah we know how much the rain matters to us. We do not get to see this damsel so very often but when she is here she makes this city so lustrous.

I write this after a wonderful night of cold breeze, which brought in the smell of the earth right inside my room, scientifically termed petrichor, is probably the best aroma of any.

What a mother feels when she has a baby in her womb, what a son feels when he sees his dad smile, the feeling you get when you hug your friend, the one that you get in your loved ones lap.
Yes, the smell of earth when it rains gives you all of this.

It is mellow and melancholy as well, yeah rain is such a paradox.

This damsel makes me go queasy about the ones I had lost. And at the other end makes me feel happy for the ones I have. And I realise it is important to be thankful,forever. She guides me through a path, and says... Yes 'there is light, there is hope, there is future'.

The green, the brown, the blue,
the dew , the chirp, the hue.
The visual treat, the music, the feel,
this damsel is all set to heal.

Yes, RAIN is the epitome of paradise.

Grass on the other side seems to be greener...ALWAYS

2010-04-30T11:05:00.004+05:30

This has been a vicious cycle.
When I was in school I wanted to go to college. Reasons were simple, I thought or assumed (made an ass of myself) that college life would be all exciting and I din’t have to study at all.

Hmmm, well my college days weren’t bad. I did have my dose of fun, but by the end of my first term in college I had said this umpteen times, ‘college sucks’ and what made me say this. Simple reasons again… I felt my school teachers were lot more friendly than the college Profs and handled us better. Labs were fun in school, but in college lab was a place were profs took revenge on us. And friends, shit yes, my school friends seemed friendlier and I was all screwed up coz I had picked up silliest fights with my school buds and there in my UG I found specimens and yeah even there I managed to get a handful of good ones and had my dosage of ‘good times’ and by my final year UG... I wanted to get outta there.

Bliss, again (bite your tongue, talking to myself) … new environment. Yeah, all was well for first few days. Trust me if you were in a place which has just women folk, a place were the watchman, electrician and plumber are the only men folk… yes... no doubts...YOU ARE IN HELL*...
(*well if you are a female and straight :P )

And there were few souls in my PG who made my days worthwhile, entertaining and saved me from boredom… thanks to those… and there a women with impeccable sense of humour, who can entertain you non-stop… the only problem with women is their mood-swings, which is tough to handle, starting from my department head I found every women had this (me included), handle that well and then its smooth. I did have plenty of good times but lot of shitty memories, silliest ones, too much of frustrated times, and some were pointless. And by the end of it all I felt was ‘gimme my certificates back am leaving’…

I had created a good bond with fair few, and that’ll be the only thing I managed to achieve through the 5 years of my college life.

But I want my school days back. That’s because I do not have to worry what next. That’s the best part about school. But at 22, I do not have another go. All I can do is reminisce and smile to myself. And feel deeply ashamed of myself for having had silly fights and misunderstandings with my schoolmates, hell they still stand by me.

Sorry is too small a word.

But my apologies to all my school friends and few of my UG mates, and handpicked ones of my PG- sorry for being nasty.

The world outside is gonna be nasty to me, and yes I already have started to burn my finger.

Grass on the othere side is greener…. ALWAYS… and as I think about my school ‘those were the best days of my life’… good times

12 ways to avoid THAT stare

2010-04-20T07:35:00.008+05:30

2 years of commuting by the suburban train teaches you a lot. And stare was jus a thing earlier, but once you travel for ~45 minutes with absolute strangers, you'll know what a STARE is. Some people just keep staring at you, no matter what it is,they stare, its their hobby. And its annoying... at 22 I'd feel happy if that stare was from a youngisthaan, but my stars wouldn't grant me that.The stares I get would be from uncles.. unGles of age 40 and above, and and and, how long to tolerate that.

now few ways to handle a awkward/annoying stare while travelling

1.take a book and cover your face with it/act like you are deeply immersed in it
2.look outside, look lost
3.keep typing fast on your mobile phone
4.look serious
5.get your headphones on, shake your head like a maniac
6.keep digging your bag
7.alternate looks from the 'emergency chain' to the person staring
8.act as though you keep trying a number from your mobile
9.look frustrated
10.look at him, look outside, then *SIGH*...
11.look sad, alternate your handkerchief from your eye to closing your mouth with it

and the last of it...

12. start staring back, do not even blink..give a deep longing immersed look...yay!!!\m/

Moral : the best way to handle a bug is to bug back-sadistic EUPHORIA!!!

Shit happens.. but..

2010-04-20T07:12:00.004+05:30

Well,yes.. its been a while since I had posted something worthwhile, yeah I know... at times you just cannot write, call it mental block or whatever, for me it has been few shitty days, at times everything goes haywire... and you just can't help but FACE it.. end semester exams, boredom,and few random petty things change your world upside down. And you just cannot be happy... thats what happened to me. You like it or not, shit happens...place your trust on wrong people, you have done the greatest mistake and only YOU have to repent. Yes,FRUSTRATION and I needed help. And hell yes, whatever it is Life has to move on. And am moving on now. Thanks to the few good souls who had helped me outta the mess. And yet again its time to feel EUPHORIC!!!

mourning

2010-04-05T14:43:00.002+05:30

my relationship with you is gonna be a year almost.

and I never ever thought that i would loose you...
that too this soon.
and it was my mistake this time.
mistake or sheer carelessness.
I took you for granted.

for the past one year you were there with ME,
As soon as you came into my life.
oh! what a pair.
hey, he is sexy.
yeah..you are sexy.
hmmm, taller than normal ones, dark, oh sexy black as I say that..and yeah handsome, chicky and so very stylish..
oh my..
you were Oh so cool!!
such a hunk..
such pride I had on you.

My days started only after seeing YOU first.
you were with me all through my day,
hah...what lovely music you gave me!
BLISS.
and when you were there with me,
I never knew what solitude was...
and my nights, hah, we were under one cover.
I would happily sleep listening to you.!!!
oh my...

you made my long drives pass-by merely in minutes..
and whatever frustration I had I expressed through you.
I threw you once.
yet
you came back to me.
even though you were hurt,
you were there with me.

but yesterday I was so bloody careless not to take you outta my pocket before I went to take a dip in the lovely waters.

oh my.

what stupidity.

I must've had sense

must've remembered you were hydro-phobic.

sorry honey..

its because of me you in someone Else's hand.

who has dismantled you...

into pieces...

and am shattered.

only when you aren't with me I realize how much I miss you.

today's drive was awfully painful, because 'YOU' weren't with me.

ohhh.. my.. I miss you so badly.

and I hate myself for what I did to you...

the month that was march-2010

2010-04-03T11:58:00.005+05:30

a month that had tension and screwing up written all over...start with complete boredom and monotony.ode. project.ppl hardly smile. I hardly care.shopping,only relief.meet up in my place-silk-its a girls thing, LOL!!!bad health-me,mom,K a.k.a typoo :).mom off to delhi,myself and S hate march to the core , no good news..few good conversations, there is a love story everywhere...drive to coll-felt good-procastination at its peak-typing, printing.pissed.frustrated..ppt-NJ,timely help,viva screwed up,shit happens-typoo's home,doppu,photo shoots:),fun atlast-..love feast-last day-thank god it ended..

my dream zone

2010-03-30T10:59:00.006+05:30

This is not something that Dr. Abdul kalam had said… no no not that… what am talking about is the normal dreams a dreamer like me gets. Some are so scary like the one I had the week before my presentation, going to college without a ppt… grrr.. made me little alert, prepared the ppt and screwed the viva that’s different case.

But in general dreams are such bliss… that too the breezy slow pleasant ones… it makes your day. Every night I get to bed hoping to have that kinda dream… the breezy slow pleasant oh, so romantic one. But hell most of my dreams aren’t that. My HOD , my most loved enemy in my class, the one I hated when I was in train, my lost friend of the past, one who insulted me, all these people are regular visitors of my dream, yeah when this happens life really sucks BIG TIME.

And I found that if I sleep listening to songs I get good dreams, eureka!!! load all my favourites in my player, hit the bed, shit happens, I don’t even fall asleep that night… awake till 12..1…1.30…1.50, 2.00, shit switch that thing off…roll over sleep… no dream again… I start planning for the next nights dream, today it has to be like, long drive, real long one and I end up having this one, running behind 17D or missing my train. Yeah , why me :/… wanting to meet my first crush, grrr, end up meeting someone whom I never want to meet in my life, not one more time. Hell Yes I need help. Planning for a dream, must stop.. Brooding over things… hell stop that. Going to bed thinking of worst fear, bad idea. Day dreaming about dreaming well what do I do?been having that habit from school, trying to change that at 22, tough...

Ok dreaded viva over, bad day made up by good evening with friends,good, mind is peaceful, ok favourite songs , yes, am half asleep, yes it’s a long drive, yes its breezy… yes, smell of flowers, wow, beach, horizon, yes, sunset.,oh wow…. Am on the sands, yes walking, ahh, someone is holding my hands, yes,not S, not D, it’s a boy,:P yes,and not K or R, WoWW...someone else.nice, tall,yes, handsome, I can feel the vibes!! am gonna look side ways, who was it… is he the one… Finally, yes, will he make me smile...yes, am gonna be happy...

AAaaahohohhHuuuuuu,,BARK, ROR,roOrrrRR….grrrrr… its ginger…awwuuuuaw, aw aw.huuu,urrr..,now its tommy, SHIT HAPPENS…

hey...did you know THAT..???

2010-03-04T09:52:00.005+05:30

this one is a very special...

i had never ever done this before...

its weird , at least for me...

do not know what made this idiot (ya, thats me ) write this, but i felt i owe this one...

never have i expressed this to that person...

my mom knows that i completely respect her and love her, appa knows that i adore him so so much. but, i had never ever expressed to this girl how much i love her...

if you had guessed already, cool.

if not... this one is a very special dedication to my sister 'MALAVIKA'... on her birthday.

malu ( i call her that). this is an ode for you. its about you and about us.. :)

if you do not have a sibling you might find this one very soppy...

and if you have a sibling, and if you had had always fights with her, and if your sibling isn't with you RIGHT NOW, you'll love this post and will be able to relate to this one.

Malu (swetha to a few), the first daughter of a couple who were in a relationship for 11years and then got married. This little girl was born to them the year after they got married. I remember my mom saying this, she (malu) was so very tiny and small when she was born, they expected a beautiful cuddly doll, but were disappointed. hah, they had to eat their words. Within few days my sister became the cutest lil kid in the entire generation. She was chubby, fair, with curly hair and the most cutest and innocent face on earth. I describe so much merely on seeing photographs then imagine how happy my parents would’ve felt… this one did every tiny activity very late, so much of fat that she never was able to turn and took much longer time than the usual to walk and when she started to talk, hah, gibberish all the time. Obedient kid, would eat all vegetables never will make a fuss on food. Adored and pampered by everyone at home. Would go to her kinder garden school with her uncle and rush the same instant when she was dropped… started going for dance classes from a very early age ~5 years, the dance teacher found real talent. Yes, I do agree to this. She is such a graceful dancer. She did salanga poojai even before she turned 10. not jus in dance, my sis really is multi-talented.
Dancer, athlete, orator, writer. Her interests are so varied and nice. She can discuss politics and economics for hours, mind you , you need to be very careful when you argue with her cause she’ll have all the facts in her finger tips… she loves sports, that too soccer. Very passionate about whatever she does. And she knows what she is doing. Wanted to be a physio.. I remember this one too well, she can answer any question from her anatomy book, she had learnt it cover to cover literally. Completed her course successfully here in india, took up her IELTS , went to the UK with a scholarship !!! got married to her long time boy friend. And now settled in the US.

And… only now do I realise how much I miss this girl.

I had had endless fights with her, arguments all the time. She always would care for me and advice me for my bloody good, but I always mistook THAT care for control or authority. And would shout and yell and scream and cry as though the hell had come down to earth. Which would make her cry in turn … I had been so harsh with her so many times, but still she would pamper me. I used to behave like a weirdo know-it-all but still she was patient enough to handle me. And whenever she went for shopping would call and ask me ‘hey, I found this dress in this shop it is this color shall I buy it for you?’… Even after she is married and gone, she still cares the same way she did in the past. Her profession, career and family is demanding still she would manage to find time and call and let me know which university is good …

And my sisters’ cooking is worth mentioning… bloody hell, I miss it so badly. She can cook Chinese like an expert; her paneer and mushroom masala are THE BEST!!! Lucky fellow her husband and poor me…

Truly miss you malu… and I ve been cursing myself for having troubled you so much in the past, I was blessed with such a wonderful gift but I was never a good sister to you… so sorry for that. I do know that you do not mind all that but still my heart aches when I look back.

to have a sibling is the best thing that can happen to anyone... blessed are the ones like me who have a elder sis/bro, that too a caring, affectionate and pampering one like my sis... foolishness, thats what i did ...for having failed to understand the beauty and importance of this relationship...

Only after you are married and gone do i realise what a sister is...

Happy happy birthday …

And hey, malu, I love you … did you know THAT...???

karuppu thaan enaku pidicha coloru... :P

2010-03-02T20:28:00.004+05:30

Yes… yes…yes… I am obsessed with this colour. Not jus me, many out there are addicted to this color... the most elegant, posh, sexy colour… 1000’s and 1000’s would vouch this … a black Lamborghini, and this one caught my attention recently the Yamaha FZ black one… black tuxedos… black evening gown…and saying i love black is such a fad... all this is accepted, adored, yearned for…. But, a person with a dark complexion, not so acceptable… at least here in India. We still have this obsession with white skin. Why is THAT?

The scenario hasn’t changed yet. Guys still want to marry girls who are slim and fair. Slim criteria, Ya ..ok ..Acceptable for health reasons, but why fair? (Then who’ll marry women like me :P ) I don’t rant about this jus because am dusky. But in general I do not prefer anything that is very white… dunno why, but ya I do not like white cars ( has a politician effect), fair people rarely get noticed by me especially MEN who are fair complexioned, except for my first crush I do not remember a guy who was fair and got noticed by me. Seriously white isn’t THAT attractive as BLACK. That too when in comes to cars, bikes, gadgets, clothing and people… BLACK IS TRULY BEAUTIFUL.

Men/women who are dark have a charm in them. Or at least I find it that way; they are more elegant, graceful and expressive. Any colour clothing go with their skin and even tan doesn’t create a ugly impression on them.
But hardly do we realise the value of this and everyone wants to be fair. The N number of fairness creams for both women/men on the stands clearly proves this.
Oh people … come on… the world would suck if everyone looked white. We need variations, change is the essence in life, why on earth does everyone wanna look fair… why on earth is black inferior? You buy a sexy black car but you rush in it to the spa for a pearl white facial or worse to the shop to buy a fairness cream!!! what irony is this? ? ?

I for one am so bloody proud being dusky skinned. Am to say in a food-a-holics term ‘biscuit’ color, wheatish…and that’s so cool. Yeah self-obsession :) !!! but whats wrong in that. You need to be proud of what you are, that’s the mantra I follow.

Taking care of your skin is a good thing. No gender bias here. A healthy skin is always nice. I would prefer a girl who is dusky, healthy skinned to a girl who is extremely fair but pimpled one… Yuk that’s horrible. And yeah men… my idea of a ideal man is tall, DARK, and handsome…!!! that dark complexion actually makes a man handsome!!! and yeah, they're so cool

And I do know that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder… so no offence to the fair-complexioned ones…

This post is dedicated to those entire tall, DARK, handsome men on whom I’ve had a crush… and also to the ‘beautiful dusky skinned women’…

the month that was-feb 2010

2010-03-01T20:29:00.006+05:30

throat infection-bunk college,sleep at home, new dog, ginger,pitch black sexy bitch,-doctor,injection,antibiotics-project work,vetti chattings,-dinner at k's place, d falls off the swing,fractured finger, -drive,TAMIL PADAM,yamaha ride,group msgs,my mokka kavidhais',-camp road samosa shop-college sucks, -con calls, LOL, internals, boring, shopping with amma!!beach trip, fun -fun-fun-kulfi!!!kai vandi dinner,night stay, my paranormal activity,photoshoot, K-D (:P), group messages,S's mokka kavidhais- bunk college, sleep at home-meet up with S-meet up in my place, R gets hit badly by me,meet up in hut-vetti discussions-dinner with k's parents,fights ,silliest fights,conversations with J,patch up, crazy drive to college..theeradha vilaiyaatu pillai, meet up in hut, k fellow leaves to hyderabad,plans sabotaged, heat.sweat.stink.headache.dizziness.tan., vtv, con calls, irritated, month ends in complete boredom...

footprints....

2010-02-25T20:20:00.007+05:30

a thousand thoughts in my mind
each one unique of its kind.
i try to keep them at bay
and let my words do the play.
as i sit in my favourite swing
on a dreamy morning.
the sun shines bright and nice
i see that through my window pane
but even that doesn't seem to distract me...
am still in my own glee

i try to recollect
those scattered ones...
was all this a dream?
i wonder
the images still so vivid and clear...
i know that all this did not happen within seconds
no
i was not lost then
and time passed by
we carried on with time
our travel started from no where
conversations at unearthly hours
only you had that power
yeah, am beginning to listen
i wonder, yet again
and i realise
''somethings do happen for the first time in life''
now an alarm rings, inside me
i try to wake the 'logical me' up,
she says, 'oh,please...shut up'
let me sleep... at least now
my mind wobbles
because it feels that am outta my mind.
questions.
tough ones...
many go unanswered...
paranoid feeling.
one thing will make everything go fine
yes, that's here now
all i was waiting was to hear that...
'your voice'
my feet isn't grounded now
not so wise
but it feels nice
my heart has finally started to something which it ought to do
it is filled in with few things
'your voice'
'your words'
'your laughter'
every song i listen to makes me think about 'you'
i let the initial madness state pass-by
i thought i could get over you

ah....

not that easy
you start haunting my world again
you listen to whatever gibberish i talk
take me for a walk
hold my hands along the shore
hmmm...
now... this is where i get lost
your hands with mine
worse than cyanide...
fingers bound so close
no .. i don't wanna let them loose
your shoulders casually brush mine
now that's rhythm divine
we walk along the shore
water caressing the beach floor
four feet's slightly wet
and a jet runs through my spine
oh..was it just through mine?

I AM LOST !!!

i glance sideways
i know
my gut feels it
yes, you are smiling too
but the man in you...forcefully looks straight
but i caught your smile
that moment
yes!!
that would do.
and i look down,
i see your FOOTPRINTS
its high time you realise
that...

those footprints are not just over the sand....

My take on love, religion, politics and relationship…

2010-02-17T14:18:00.003+05:30

warning: no intention to hurt or provoke any individual.

These 4 entities are inseparable. You might think what has politics and religion has to do with love and relationship… it matters a lot... all of us might claim ourselves to be modern, broad-minded and what not… but try questioning yourself , answer your questions, then try questioning your answers… how true are you to yourself. Does your conscience really agree with whatever thats happening in and around you?

Ok, this post is going to be a combination of frustration, confusion, might sound logical at few places, irrelevant at many places… no wonder…it is just reflecting the state of my mind.

My take on religion

Being a Brahmin do I feel superior? Well. To be very true to myself, I would say a ‘yes’… I actually am proud to be a Brahmin. You are addressed as the ‘forward community’, your genes have it that you are little ahead of others in your academics, the respect you get in few religious organisations is great… but… the other side… is PATHETIC… fc= no quota. You are jus forward by your caste; you take a back seat everywhere else. You can relate to what I talk if had had ever missed an admission in a prestigious university/institution because you were 0.5 or 1 mark lesser than a bc /mbc/ sc/st candidate… no offence the other fellow has definitely out performed you, and the worst part is you score 97.5, the other fellow scores 85, still he gets admission, and you have to struggle or chose some other course or go search in some other university… yeah, secularism!! Darn it.

Consider the economy too… you cannot find many Brahmins who are filthy rich. We are just educated, probably for some 5 generations. That is the only investment we ever did, and will do. Then why are we the forward caste?

And there so many accusations that we hear to everyday… selfish people, mean minded, meagre, stingy, egoistic, proud. Show me a Brahmin who hasn’t been accused at-least one of this. Mostly we would’ve heard all of this…

People … tell me. Aren’t all human beings selfish, mean, egoistic, stingy and proud???
Are we all mahatmas? Do all others live for the world? Are all others so self-less? Does everyone work for the betterment of the world (logashemam)?

It is just simple… go tell all this to a muslim, you know that in his next days’ biriyani you would be the piece instead of the mutton… but say this to a Brahmin, he would jus give you a smile and evaporate from that place… because we have better things to worry and after all we are fighting for our existence, where to go fight about our superiority?

Brahmins in authoritative position are bad. Brahmin colleagues are bad. Brahmin friends are not reliable.

We have been ditched, stabbed, back-bit, ill treated, mocked at, smirked, and refused from what we really deserve. Our threshold limits are over. All we can do is study unexceptionally well, work hard, work true to our conscience. That’s it.

And the only thing I would agree is that. Few Brahmins, not all feel that only they are close to god. That super ego is there. That is bad. That attitude is actually changing.

On Hinduism versus other religion.

I strongly am inclined towards Hinduism. But, I never spoke ill about any other religion. It is a very sensitive issue and I know it hurts. But, I have actually heard a lot of talks, very hurting words from people who belong to other religion.

Every religion has its own values. It was my karma that I am a hindu now, and you are a muslim/Christian/jew. It doesn’t make me inferior or you superior.

Just because we hindus tolerate everything… it doesn’t mean you can talk anything. At very frustrated times, the hysterical me feels as a foreigner in my own country which is supposedly the birth place of hindutva.

But the logical me corrects, it says ‘India is for everyone’… peace is what the world needs now.

Yeah, but please stop saying demeaning things about others… this is an universal appeal. Jus because someone hurt you , or spoke ill about you it is completely logic less and point less to accuse his caste/religion/race. It was a individual who hurt you. It was him, not them.

And never force religion. it is a individuals' wish to follow or not to follow a religion. and what if he wants to be a atheist? well and good, its his ideology...who are we to question. A individuals thought has to be accepted, that's is the basic right of every human. To think for himself and follow what his mind, heart and soul says. Everyone has a unique and different thought process, that individuality has to be accepted and if possible,appreciated.

World cannot have evolved if it had just one type of people. We need differences. Only differences give varieties. And as they say, ‘variety is the spice of life’. on a lighter note imagine, If china was the only country on this earth, everyone would be fair skinned, small eyed and flat nosed… is that nice??? :)

On politics , war and relationships.

You might like it or hate it but you can’t escape it… politics and war.
Politics, war, money, religion, race, power… inseparable.

The power hungry, money crazy man … the most dangerous. He would do anything to satisfy his hunger for authority. He makes money in all possible ways, and to gain power the target is religion. Create a small tiff between two religions, all your mistakes fly in air in that riot… what cleverness of using the weakness of people.

War is a racket manufactured by powerful industrial, political and social leaders for their own benefit.

Are we so dumb to fall for that?

Everyone needs survival. But not at the cost of another human being.

No religion/caste/race teaches violence. Or advices a person to kill a fellow human being… who are you to decide what is right and what is wrong? Who gave the authority to question another person?

All religion teaches one simple thing;
That probably is the universal language.
That makes you to carry on
That gives you an urge to live
That makes you laugh
And that is the same thing that makes you cry
That gives you strength and so is that your weakness

No prizes for guessing…

Yes, it is indeed LOVE…

the world is just one. And none can survive in isolation. We need people. Communication has grown, but relationships have become weaker. War is not gonna solve anything. And there is no problem that is there which can’t be discussed. Relationships… are important. Be it a individual or a nation. If personal relationships are not healthy, no point in being in it. Sever ties, but never hurt or hold grudge. This is applicable universally. Countries that mutually hate jus sever ties,(simple and easy) but why fight? Mere waste of money, time, and more than everything'human life', that is so precious!!!

Just set your priorities.

If it is religion-you-family---world, then that’s a tough call

But, you-family-peace-happiness-country-world------religion.
Well now that’s attitude of a good human-being.

And if love was blind,
The world would’ve been dark by now.

an ode to GAUTHAM VASUDEV MENON

2010-02-11T19:42:00.004+05:30

i browse through satyam theatres website , go to inox, open mayajaal home page… but I find it no where… and with the same playlist haunting my room I call up satyam theatre… for the 4th time, but may be the lovely lady on the receivers end has been answering the same question, says…sorry ma’am, we do not know when ‘vinnaithaandi varuvaya is releasing…no official news…and I hang up saying ‘thank you so much for the valuable information’… well yes… I am for the first time waiting desperately for a non-kamal movies release…

GAUTHAM VASUDEV MENON-he is the man of the hour… barely 9 movies old (including hindi and telugu)… this man is being followed…he is not worshipped though…he is in league with MANI RATNAM, RAJIV MENON, P.C.SREERAM …names for which many non-film goers or non-movie buffs hit the theatres…

This post is dedicated to this man…GAUTHAM VASUDEV MENON… on why his movies are trend setters and worth watching in theatres or getting the original dvd and watching them on a Saturday afternoon, alone or with friends…

MINNALE- released when I was in class 9… the first thing sp catchy about this movie was , wait, not its music…but MADHAVAN FACTOR…he was barely 2 movies old, female fans went crazy after alaipayuthey… and this was his 3rd movie with a debutant director, debutant music director, female lyricist… the only factor that pulled everyone was MADHAVAN and must add, the music of this movie scored by harris jeyaraj was actually a trend-setter…
The playlist had Bombay jayshree singing a very haunting song and devan ekaambaram’s song was so popular, it took harish ragavendra to instant fame.
And the movie brought in so many new cults… the good guys went out of fashion, the smart charming romeos who do not study in iit’s and do not return from foreign but who are too COOL became so IN…

And this movie got remade. ..in hindi.after a long time a tamil movie got remade in hindi…

And his 2nd movie in tamil… 'KAAKHA KAAKHA'the audio created sensation… again haunting song sung by Bombay jayshree…a cop story… best part, had suriya-jyothika, rumour about their off screen chemistry, jyothika looked ravishing, cotton sarees, ethnic wear and eye make-up became sucha fad… and again a trend-setter, portrayed the love of a women so well, and the proposal scene where jo proposes suriya, had many guys wanting a lady-love like ‘maya’… and this movie broke the tradition of ‘all ends well’ romance… it was just an episode in a police officers life…

VETTAIYAADU VILAIYAADU…cop story, gautham menon has hits to boast about, harris jeyaraj again, and………KAMAL HAASAN… oh…my, kamal as the cop, after very long time… jyothika again, new lady kamalini… well, I hit the theatre fdfs(first day, first show)… and no disappointments… the movie was a package , a thriller, had its dosage of romance too…super duper hit!!!! new dimension on love between 2 matured people…another episode in a police officers life, but not a sad ending though…

PACHAIKILI MUTHUCHARAM, songs top the charts, jyothika now, mrs.jyothika…her last movie… and it was a surprise package…inspired by derailed but this movie was not a box office hit… had MILIND SOMAN… and JYOTHIKA , in a NEGATIVE ROLE… strong value insisted on holding on to a relationship.

VAARANAM AYIRAM… songs were repeated minimum 100times in every fm station possible, suriya looks were kept under wraps, had SIMRAN after long time… and in this movie, GAUTHAM VASUDEV MENON, rises back like a phoenix…DEDICTING THIS MOVIE TO HIS FATHER, this movie emphasised on father-son relationship…suriya’s six-pack creates sensation, all girls go ga-ga about THAT…yet again new dimension on love-relationship and marriage..

VINNAITHAANDI VARUVAYA….well A.R.RAHMAN’s music…its like A.R.R’s come back to tamil movies after long time, along with golden globes, Oscars, and grammies.. promo stills are AWESOME, silambarasan looks like never before, thrisha is ravishing…and I still wait for the movie to release, and hum ‘hosanna’…

Special dedication to my friends S & D, who made me watch kaakha kaakha … R who keeps raving about GAUTHAM VASUDEV MENON, and keeps singing and listening to ‘hosanna’ and promises to take me fdfs to THAT movie...

its either 6 pack or family pack...where are the normal ones???

2010-02-05T21:34:00.005+05:30

http://www.thehindu.com/2010/02/04/stories/2010020450470200.htm

Well, the above article had a ‘you jus stole the words from my mouth’ reaction from me. I ve been having that feeling… we Chennaites lack awareness or we jus do not care on how we look.

I guess I have earned the right of talking about fitness… I do not have an hour-glass figure, but still I maintain myself fit. And it did not happen over-night.

Many puny ones are fit, but the so called healthy-built eating well ones are sluggish.

What we eat and drink is important, WHEN we do that is even more important.

I for one hate men with a paunch, I can never agree to the fact when men tell me that ‘their girlfriend called a paunch ‘cute’… nor do I like the six pack guys… they look like a mighty thug… and to call it the Chennai way they have a ‘dokku’ in their face due to too much of work-out in the gym.

‘’its either 6 pack or family pack, where are the normal ones’’…?? That is my question… per day my travel in public transports comes ~3 hours… I had noticed a pattern in men… they either look like the 6 pack one with a ttighhhtt t-shirt and a very dangerously low waist jean,piercing in ear (s), eyebrows, chains in neck and hands… or the other is the family pack guy …~20’s but big, no…biggg belly, so big that the shirt button is almost struggling with its loop, and they can’t wear their pants on their waists(how can they, ? there are sizes only till XXL or XXXL or so…) such a pathetic sight… guys, it sucks big time…

Even women are fat, but am bothered about the ones whom I look at… :P…

Men …please…why don’t you wake up? See I do know that it’s a busy world, no time to eat ,sleep non-sense… but have you seen the photographs during the times when our parents were young? Your dad??? Those men were looking AWESOME… they would neither have 6 pack nor a family pack,. Remember ‘karthik’ of mouna raagam and agni-nakshatram?? Or for the ones who ask me ‘whozthaat’, remember George Clooney… those men are like ‘any women would love’…

See… how you look does matter …its not the only criteria but looking good makes you feel good about yourself and it creates a lot of positive vibes around you. You feel younger, lighter (both physically and mentally) and active.

How long has it been since you went out to your near-by grounds to play cricket with your old mates? When did you last play kabadi? Remember volley ball ???

Physical activity of those kinds has become nil. You hit the gym 3 times a week, thread-milling for 20 minutes…that would hardly burn the sambar rice and chicken curry you ate… go jogging it revitalizes you…you burn more calories, you feel fresh. Try yoga, its gives you flexibility, relaxes you… try aerobic work-outs , only those help in a longer run.

Never skip breakfast. Once you skip breakfast you tend to hog junk and eat more during lunch post which you do not have much activity. Skipping breakfast reduces oxygen supply to brain, you become even dumber..

Reduce alcohol and (quit) smoking…will help you and the world a deal of good … have tender coconut instead of coke-pepsi. Do not over load with pizzas and burgers you accumulate empty calories.

Make eating right and staying healthy a way of your life… staying fit is so cool!!!

And I still wonder… its either 6 pack or family pack, where are the normal ones ??? …***sigh***

the month that was-jan 2010

2010-02-01T07:34:00.012+05:30

every month from here on will have this... its like the round-up tradition one of my favourite blogger had created...

new year,nothing all that great happened,temple,queue,weekend,shopping,bug inside ear-funny feeling,college,routine travel,fights,arguments, struggle with mathematics,old ones, few new ones, S bro wedding, pazhani trip,fun,photo shoots, cards, dumb C,happy, cards-win 10bucks, autographs,euphoria, hari anna,bhoochi joker,raani,fun, new buds, gossip, night stay, vettaikaaran in 50 minutes. dinner, shopping with parents, wedding day celebrations,family, party, happy,wine, sleepless, assignments,re-union plan, fb, vinnaithaandi varuvayaa , hosanna for hours, aaromale,project,dinner, happy.cards, paranormal activity,sleepless,eyes drooping, conversations with R,S. night stay, oversleep, open day, night stay, long drive, cards, S cousins-coolest bunch, re-union postponed,relief,F ties knot, primary school buds,happy,meet J ma'am, cousins,diary.to kill a mocking bird.

reminiscence

2010-01-28T08:12:00.007+05:30

...

This post is an ode, to whom...well read on...

reminiscence… such a lovely word, and for you to understand what I feel; you should have grown in a joint family. Yes I for one completely adore a joint family system. You will have a thousand reasons to complain like lack of personal space, your family time, your space…but you will have 10 souls around you to care even when you have the slightest cold and sneeze haahatcch…ehew.

Now why do I feel all this , well my parents celebrated their 29th wedding anniversary recently and I do not need reasons to cut cakes and call for a party and give me reasons like wedding day, mmmm I am on cloud nine and start organising (as my sister in law rightly put ‘you should be doing event management not biotech or whatever non-sense you are doing :)’ ), and after this celebration gets over I go to college the next day and my classmates tell me, hey…how come you look so fresh and some new energy in you today? Well yes. I actually get charged after family events, strange I know. But true.

I love this family in which I am (who doesn’t eh?) this family is everything to me. By family I just do not mean my mom, dad and sister, but for me family includes all my cousins, chithis’ ,periammas’, yes like many I am close to my maternal family side. I have my own reasons. I grew in a joint family. Grew up (am still growing, so brought up is the word) I was brought up by my maternal grandmother. My childhood was probably the ‘best days’ till now. My paati , dad , mom, my elder sister…my chithi, chithappa, their 2 daughters. This was what I called family till I was 8. And my mom’s elder sis was less than a furlong away. My weekends went by playing with 6 people all of them elder to me by a minimum of 6 yrs and neighbours who were almost like my cousins too. Yes, happiness it was. We did not have all these sophisticated clubbing partying then, gold-spot or limcas were great treats. I used to go mad about the kite flying ability that my brother and neighbour Anna used to display and the girls around would go woah!
Studies were fun, my aunt used to take tuition's at home, along with her my cousin sister coached mathematics for students from class X to XII, I was in my primary class but I remember sitting with those teenagers and giggling for everything as though I understood…
Holidays were the best part. Numbers would increase, brother from air force would come, sister from delhi… the Chinese checker my bro had got for my birthday and the electric toy guitar from my delhi sis… kalaanga, gilli . Occasional movie in periammas’ vcr, trip to zoo and golden beach, catching fish during rain, arguments among cousins few would support rajnikanth, few were kamal fans…suddenly one aunt would say sivaji is the best uncle would peep in vouching for m.g.r. Sunday evening bajjis and bondas, Monday morning loitering in the backyard without getting ready to school.

My neighbourhood was another heaven for me. Being the tiniest tot in that area, no other kid to steal my glory I had the pampering from all my neighbours. The malayalee household and the teacher amma who fed a Brahmin kid with fish every Sunday or even on few weekdays or the telugu aunty who used to let me watch cartoon and also give guavas anytime, I would hardly stay home till I was 3, my grandma had to drag me home to put me for me noon nap or give me horlicks by that time I would have had my dose of kaatanchaai with my malayalee neighbour.

I feel so happy thinking all this. And I feel sad for my nieces and nephews, those kids hardly meet up with their cousins and they do not even know what thean mittai or kamara katt or paneer soda is…

And I am probably the only jobless soul right now; all my cousins are too busy managing their work and family. All dispersed. Few in delhi. Some in bengaluru. Few in gods own country and few out of the country. Our conversations are through mobile phones, sms, email, orkut, facebook and skype. And am waiting for an occasion when I can meet all of them together. A vacation. When I can play cards with them and fight saying, ‘hey that’s a foul play’, cheating start a new game(jus because I am about to loose :)). But, I know that it’s almost near to impossible. Work, commitment, family, making money is more important. I don’t blame anyone. This is how it is.

And this is when reminiscence hurts…

Hey… Am talking to you, the one reading these lines. If you had a lovely childhood with your cousins …go now…call them up… they are worth it…jus give them a call… definitely they would annoy you by asking ‘oh, only now you remember us, uh?’ , so what ???They gave the best of your childhood so no matter if they snub you. I know it’s too much to say, ‘hey I miss you’, but just talk to them, I bet you’ll feel happy. Or go visit the place where you grew up, those places are responsible for what the little good I am now (I know it’s true to many) , and I do not get dramatic tears when I go there instead I find the child in me, the happy child in me who hardly cried and was so entertaining. The grown up me is ‘oh so boring’ for my own self *sigh…

reminiscence... is good even if it hurts.

jus a game of chance...

2010-01-21T20:11:00.011+05:30

Nah… no philosophy here… this post is about the ultimate fun I had and also a history that was created…

The language used is gonna be colloquial … the names used are real life characters :) (read unforgettable characters in my life)

Venue: room no:3, v.v.r selva mahal, pazhani

Time: 11.30 pm – 3.45 am

mmmm…I can hear few murmurs like what on earth does someone do at these unearthly hours. Ok now enough of all these clues.

All this started the night before shyam thirumalais’ wedding (he is my friend saranyaas’ brother) I had decided not to attend this wedding because it demanded 2 working days of mine, but my dear friend threatens me to death and promises me it would be fun. I land up there to find that there weren't a single soul that was single, I sigh to myself and attend the mappilai azhaipu (the groom being welcomed by the brides’ side) this was a ultimate fun event where the groom was brought in a tractor (this calls for another post about the events of this wedding) , after the mappilai azhaipu we had dinner… and we settle in room no :3, this room was allotted for 4 of us (saranyaa, divya, radhu akka, and myself) and this room was big by marginal means than the others and also was easily accessible. So around 11 this room had the follwing members… note the names, they are IMPORTANT

Hari anna
AADHI
Vijai anna
Saranyaa
Raadhu akka
Mirnalini (that’s myself)
Karthik
Balaji anna
Govind anna
Divya
Rajaram pandian

We decided to play cards, because it was kinda of a tradition to play cards on the night before the wedding…

We formed a circle and this was the seating arrangement starting from me.
Mirnalini, karthik+rajaram , balaji anna, govind anna, hari+aadhi, vijai anna, saranyaa, raadhu akka, divya.

(Rajaram and karthi decide to pair up, AADHI and hari anna pair up…)

We started to play RUMMY… points we had kept as deadline was 240 (the usual for rummy) scooting was allowed… the game started…

Do not know what it was, may be there we 9 odd players or may be few of them were almost professional players or may be it was late night or may be I lacked planning skills,

I DID NOT WIN EVEN A SINGLE GAME, till then… but I was not the first to reach 240… hehe…sadistic I know… it was vijai anna, divya felt sleepy and quit the game or else she would’ve stole the glory of vijai anna. She took a nap. Saranyaa felt too sleepy to continue so she quits, rajaram replaces saranyaa and continues from her points…

Here is the ultimate fun…HARI & AADHI’S TEAM (I forgot to mention, aadhi is saranyaa’s 9 year old nephew) and he paired up with hari anna … the consequence of a 9 yr old with a 24+ was well…FIASCO is the word… hari anna would decide to scoot but aadhi would suggest to play, and their score reach 201 and aadhi feels REALLY SLEEPY , NOW…so he says, bro you continue am going to bed, hari did not have a word to talk…

By this time vijai anna, myself and rajaram get re-entries to the game… raadhu akka I must admit, she is a professional not even the men there could compete…she did not win every game but had the minimum usually and hardly crossed 40… divya wakes up from nap, teams up with karthik who was struggling,… we called her the team manager… I loose even the re-entry games, I learn a golden rule in rummy…ITS OK IF YOU DO NOT WIN, but DO NOT LET YOUR NEIGHBOUR WIN… well, now I accept it and start building my strategy… and the game goes on on and on, finally even raadhu akka reaches to a level 208 or so where she has to win the next game… and yes she does!!!

And this was another unwritten rule…

All of us put in 1 rupee and play the last game…

Well well well.. what do I say. Myself and hari anna had not won even a single game and by this time hari had started to grumble to an extent where I was rolling on the floor and laughing, he was cursing himself to have listened to a KIDO like aadhi… the seating arrangements were changed by picking up cards at random, no big change, yet again I and hari were diagonally opposite to each other… and we played…

I must admit , my heart beat was raising… I had a funny feeling… for once I wanted to win… I know, 10 rupees is no big money… BUT… I wanted to win like never before… and the cards were slightly favourable to me… my urge to win increase…

And yes… I set the cards, I had my doubts, I show it to balaji anna who is now next to me… I ask him if I can declare… he approves!!! (Yes…this is when i get this feeling'EUPHORIA', doesn't happen to me always,but when it does it is jus , woah am silent atleast for a while :D..) I actually shout, suddenly govind anna checks it, ohhh, no(my mind voice) … and then he too says ya, she wins… they called it the tenali way of winning… but hell yeah I WON that game and the 10 rupee note is now mine. And I will always preserve it…not because I won it in a bet against such great players but I did something very memorable after winning that 10 rupee note…

JUST CHECK THAT OUT… now tell me , is it just a game of chance???

taurus -the bull

2010-01-14T17:26:00.005+05:30

The above picture gives a glimpse about a taurean.

Stubborn, hard-working , romantic as hell, never too tactful, practicality… a deeper insight into this sun-sign

People born between April 20 and May 21 . Sunny sun sign…hot babies  . will survive anywhere.

We never win the tactful award, how very true because we believe in calling a gun as a gun and a flower as a flower…well does it not make sense? But we are probably most misunderstood. People our idea about romance is different…we do not compare our guy/girl to flower ,moon and every other thing that is used by all the romantic poets… a girl is a girl and a guy is a guy… It doesn’t mean that we are not romantic…taureans are romantic as hell… but our ideas about romance are not in sync with the world… :):( the paradox set of smilies that i use so very often...
We are just as simple as that and this world adores complications and detests simple people like us.

And we love not to stay at home…yes travelling, meeting new people, fun, joy, happiness and having a wild time all this best describes a taurean and yet we need ‘’our personal space’’… and its better not to intervene with that because we need that time just for our own self… and you should not even question what the hell do you do all alone so long? Yes we are that obstinate and we never demand anything from others and expect the same from others too.

The amount of tenacity we have is just remarkable. If we want something it means that we do really want that and to achieve that we will work so hard … do not even try changing a taureans mind, you are just wasting your time … all we listen to is our own self. And this at times gives a feeling that we are inflexible. If we like something we mean it and that will be our dear…in the same way if we detest something we do not even want that near us.

This is where the strength part of a taurean comes. In general taureans eat anything :D so our physical strength is mighty, true…a better truth is that the mental strength of a taurean is also mighty. We are level headed and are not much shaken by emotions; yes…we love the practical shoes. But we do give are heart and soul for our loved ones, you should probably have a taurean as your friend, you ll understand how worthy a friend is or if a taurean is your lover you really will understand what love is and what romance it because we believe in adhering to certain things and love is one of the top priorities of a taurean. When we say ‘I love you’ we really mean it and mind you we do not keep saying that, yeah that’s a taurean. And we have a very strong sex drive and that makes your romantic life with a taurean even better.

We love luxury, comfort and pleasure. Yes. And tell me who doesn’t? We are probably bold enough to agree.

And Taurus connects with the earth better than any other sign. Anything natural appeals best to us. And our aesthetic sense, it wins accolades and hearts too. We love harmony and wholesomeness.

For centuries, the bull has been a symbol of strength, tenacity, virility, and power. ‘’Left alone, a bull will happily graze; but if it is bothered, it will charge! Similarly, the Taurus personality is thought to be calm and peaceful, but when their anger is aroused, their temper can be wicked.’’

To a proud quote- The Famous Adolf Hitler is a Taurean!!!
Not just him…here is the list of few other popular taureans (my favorites)

William Shakespeare, Al Pacino, Jack Nicolson, Saddam Hussein, George Clooney, Enrique Iglesias, Penelope Cruz, Uma Thurman, Jerry Seinfield, David Beckham.

Well this weird connection that both hitler and saddam hussein are taureans and dictators. I have no clue. They should have analyzed.. But dear hitler killed himself and saddam executed. So thats one more 'eternal doubt' for me and my fellow taureans. :)

and yes... I am proud to be a taurean…

the brand called 'SRK'

2010-01-14T13:46:00.002+05:30

This has nothing to do with my personal hatred for Shah Rukh Khan(thats a lie) actually hate is too strong a word…it must be dislike…and I do not know why… this man is on show business right from the time I was a kid…and stills sets the screen on fire… but I personally do not like him nor adore him like the world does…but who cares… anything that has SRK-sells…

The world adores this man. Hard worker, impeccable sense of humour, screen presence, acting skills, but I feel everything around him scripted, pre-planned, artificial, superfluous, dry and boring… he is a business-man of the first order, endorses any brand that pays him in crores… and his movies nowadays are ‘jus so boring’… he creates an issue out of thin air… all of us blame Rakhi Sawant for being publicity crazy…but I find this man is no less than her…and this over exposure probably created a dislike for him in me…

And I feel he actually enjoys all this publicity hype and hoopla… (Who doesn’t eh..  )

I personally love the advertisements here in India…so much creativity …but I hate any ad that has SRK…because I feel more than the brand or the ad, SRK over shadows the screen… its not the new dish tv ad, it is SRK’s new ad for dish tv… and till date I have not like any the ads featuring SRK.

The list…

1.airtel ads…all the other airtel ads be it the new roaming scheme ad or the airtel group callers ad with kids trying to protect a paper boat…all those are really good… but the ones featuring SRK…probably the dumbest airtel ads
2. dish tv ads-I have no words…I hate them
3. himami fair and handsome- complete non-sense concept. I for one detest any beauty cream ad…
4. icici ads- dull and boring. And if icici can afford SRK, hmmm…??? Well…
5. nokia- could not even connect with the ad
6. pepsi- dhoni is better in pepsi ads
7. navratna oil-I couldn’t even smile
8. tommy Hilfiger- yeah, only a COMMAN MAN like srk can afford
9. hyundai ads- yeah the bollywood shenshah gave it a glimpse of publicity is ‘rab ne banaa de jodi’
10.Videocon- oh, please...
11.itc products- DD can advertise better

Car, soap, shampoos, clothes, watches, biscuits, noodles, pens, bank, computers, mobile networks and many more... please …SRK should be in the Guinness book of world records for having sold so many products…

Definitely, Rocket singh is not the salesman of the year….

Hard core SRK fans do not get offended…this man did not create an impression in me as he did for you…it is as simple as that…

lolzzz....

2010-01-09T16:50:00.003+05:30

snippets from few conversations......do not know if its funny..but ears would bleed....

A: macha, who is the guy...who told world is not flat but round
V:hey..haann..haann... COLUMBUS naa...
A:fuck you man...

M:abey you know what socialising is???
V:haann..FaCeBOOK????

A and N:hey Washington was u.s of a's first president that's why Washington d.c is Americas capital
V: oh..really? then what is new york???

A:hey N, you know what?? these may be KFCs chicken wings...but they can't fly :|

V:what is that in your chain??
M:its a ring...
A:lord of the rings..
S:no dude...GODDESS of rings....

M:my friend da macha..in @:/*^%$ bank... earns 36 grand a month
A:is she single??!!!
M: why????
A:i can be her house husband....

on kfc's bucket chicken
N:heyy..but in the ad the bucket is over-flowing...
A:yeah.....ad isn't it??they aren't advertising this french beard fellow... :|
N:but WTF its jus half the bucket here...
N:recession..here too..#@%&^*

the eternal doubt

2009-12-29T23:43:00.003+05:30

I know that women never miss any opportunity where they can shed tears… and when asked why are they crying…all they say is 'you will not understand'… then why the bloody hell do you cry in front of me?? (every mans’ mind voice, but not many men have the guts to say this aloud, who’ll bear another dosage of melodrama?? ) but, my question is…Why women cry when they get married???

This is one serious question or weird thing that is in my mind…

I first experienced this when my cousin got married… I was12 then… she being the bride dressed best for the occasion… it was ‘THE most awaited moment of her life’. When the groom tied the thali…oops… my cousin was all sobby... so was her sister… Her mom, dad…my mother, chithis’, periammas’… later my mother told me that those were tears of happiness… hmmm (really??!!)

And quite recently my sister got married to her long time boyfriend… hang on, she was dating her now husband for almost 9 years…and after a little of struggle to convince parents from both sides they finally get married… best part… my sister cried…cried and cried when the thali was tied …and know what…I cried too… now this is complicated because I seriously till date do not know why I cried.. not that I was going to miss her…because she was already away from the family for 2 years and we were not too friendly with each other (or I should say that I was not, and this is one thing I am bloody ashamed till date :-() but ya, I cried… funniest part I hugged my sister…for the first time…in 20 years…and I hugged her whole-heartedly… I felt genuine affection… I realised what I had missed… and made my sister cry even more… but coming back, why did my sister first start crying? She must be dead happy right? Getting married to the love of your life??? Happy tears may be a drop or two, but this was in litres!!!

Being a girl…that too realising the fact that I will be 22 in few more months…I try to analyse this …

Nightmares about cooking for yourself and trying to consume it and also making a poor guy the victim of your horrible cooking….hmmm, may be the guy should cry... Why you?

I might cry thinking about the fact that I have to share my favourite sweet or thinking about consulting what I should wear and what NOT to wear… (bahhhh…)or what if he doesn’t like vodka with Bacardi breezer, oh..NO:'( :'(

I seriously do not have an answer right now…

And I do not know if I would get married in my near future and seriously do not know if I would cry when I tie a knot… so if you by any chance know ‘why women cry when they get married’, please enlighten me….

escape.....

2009-12-29T19:02:00.003+05:30

i looked at the bike.....

GAWP....

oh...

oh...my....

what e HUNK....!!!!

whoa.............

excitement.....

i looked at the guy.....

!!!!

oh........

oh..my.....

oh...my...god

NO.................

what a HULK.......

escape..............

moral of the story: great bike+great guy

.....as tough as beauty with brains....

*sigh

namesake

2009-12-08T20:03:00.002+05:30

Not many get my name right at the first go... everyone feels proud about their names and that too if it’s unique... I would've felt even better if it was easy (for others)...

few find my name unique... but many find it as a tongue-twister... from kinder-garden till my post-graduation, I ve struggled with this... 8 / 10 to whom I talk for the first time and introduce myself as "MIRNALINI", I hear this repeatedly "come again please”... mir-naa-lee-ni... :-) I give them a fake smile… few over enthusiastic ppl ask me what does it mean…

My mind voice: go google it if you are so bloody interested …

But not wanting to be rude (that’s so hard for me) I start explaining.

Another irritating question, “Who named you?”

My mind voice: who else will? The one who was responsible for my conception…

Yet again I try and answer patiently... – My dad :-) fake smile

My sister herself found it too difficult to call me mir-naa-lee-ni every time …Einstein she was, started calling me by a name I hate even more… minu (I find it more like a pets' name rather than a pet name…)

few from the northern parts of India get my name right in the first go, but another irritating question there- are you Bengali? Wheatish/dusky skinned and flat features on my face, and a name like mir-naa-lee-ni to accompany it, am easily mistaken for a Bengali…

My mind voice: no from misoram

Patience and fake smile again: no … south Indian, tamilian

And few too intelligent things start telling ME that,” hey yaar its not mir-naa-lee-ni, but mri-naa-lee-ni or mru-naa-lee-ni….. Oh, Dad now I hate you for this…

Fake smile again… yes… dad misspelled it in my birth certificate and so am

mir-naa-lee-ni … :-) smiling….really

A walk to remember...

2009-12-08T08:04:00.001+05:30

This is not a sweet sugary love story... It’s better than that.

I started to go for morning walks few months back, I will remember 2009 for this… why walking??? My bmi chart told me that am overweight by 4 kilos… not just that dad too joined mom …diabetes… and I have such a sweet tooth, and I can’t stop eating sweets even if am paid… so I thought I’ll burn those calories … so I joined my parents or they included me in their walking schedule (and I can hear many say why the heck can’t you give them some privacy???) but still I thank all the heavenly beings for the blessed months that went by.

There wasn’t a proper park we could find to walk ( the watchman was so lazy that he opened the park gates around 6) but we start early… we ( dad, mom and myself ) would shamelessly say that we’ve walked through almost every street of madambakkam… most of the times commenting on new built/painted houses or discussing what color are we gonna paint our house… mom keeps us updated with family gossips… at times they discuss politics, history and economics (both, family economics and the countries) normal problem of educated middle-class (include Brahmin family within “) if you are not up to date with all this you end up talking nothing… this conversation went to next level.

I got all the worlds philosophy from this level conversation with my parents… they are not normal, at least to their generation. Theirs was a love marriage… and hold your breath now, they had a court-ship period of 11 years (11 YEARS, yes you heard me right) and now married for 28 years… all I felt like asking was how come with the same person for 39 years!!! All they do is smile… and dad says there is no exchange offer for all this (now that’s him, typical) but I know that he wouldn’t trade mom even for tons of gold.

When they started to see each other my mother was working, but dad was jobless. Mom had paid for his semester fee, helped him clear his history paper(my mother was a teacher J ) . Both of them lost their respective dads quite early in life and had arranged all things themselves for their wedding. After being married for a year my sister was born… still they were financially not all that well, but raised her like a princess… dad worked on shifts, worked over time, and my mother used to travel from tambaram to sowcarpet (that’s almost 22 kms) because it was a government school and tuitions for extra income... stabilization phase of their life… but an accident here… yeah its me.. Mom did not know she was pregnant till I was 5 months inside her J… and yet again they accept with happiness… I was born 6 yrs later to my sister… I had 3 wonderful people who just adored me and 5 others, (we were in a joint family then) and being the last child to that generation you can imagine how much pampering I received.

We started growing up ( my sis and myself) and parents got stabilized even better… we shifted to our own home… but my parents never got tired of working nor did they get tired of caring… my sister was over ambitious… wanted to be a physio…we knew we couldn’t afford, but dad couldn’t afford to see my sisters’ sad face… bank loan… not the first, already they were repaying their house loan… thanks to tamilnadu state government my mother got a hike in salary… again we got stabilized… and in between I (daughter of a teacher who teaches maths) failed in almost all of maths papers and I managed to clear off my class 10 board exams, I did not want to struggle more… I decide to get rid of maths permanently... and my parents stood by me… after my class 12 I told them I do not wanna do medicine and wanted to pursue biotechnology… my parents stood by me… my sister wanted to go abroad and study further…my parents stood by her… she wanted to marry her long time boy friend… yet again my parents stood by her…

I know it happens everywhere…

But I still feel amazed by my parents…they do keep arguing, they do have silly fights, dad does shout, mom does cry… but they apologize, reconcile quite soon and easy… but what is the bloody problem with our generation?? Why the heck so much of break-up stories and divorces??? One small fight with our boy/girl friend…we wail and sob and what not…

These 2 people( my father and my mother) are my greatest inspirations…in many ways… they struggled…but struggled together gave shoulders to each other when the world was not for them, they celebrated life, celebrated us…but together… they gave each other the space and time two individuals needed, dad boozed at home and mom asks him not to and there she ends her argument(she doesn’t lectures dad for hours together) mom gardens most the time or practices some rangoli in every paper found at home…dad jus makes fun and he ends it there.., they exist harmoniously…

5% of my mothers’ patience and I would conquer the world and also tackle a man like my dad J

All this I understand and realize so much more during those walks in the early hours … and I feel jealous of them yet so proud….and I will always cherish this phase of my life…and it is a walk which I will remember … FOREVER

why are men better friends than women...

2009-12-07T20:15:00.003+05:30

Cautionary warning: strictly not for feminist, not for guys and girls who have friends just in their respective gender alone.

And I hope my friends who are gals do not kick my ass after reading this.

Its actually a bliss having men around you. Only if you had always studied in a co-education and end up doing your pg in a all women's institution will you understand what I say.

I don’t say women are so boring. But women are not as interesting as men. Men do not care what bloody mark you scored in your internals. But women take internal exams as serious as a CAT,GRE…(whatever) guys do not ask this dumb question before a final examination ..PADICHUTIYA??? (Meaning have you prepared for your exam) because he (guys) would have either searched for the notes the day before or will run to a friends place to get it…yeah. That’s cool!! And yes I am one among them…yeah and they do not sit as though titanic sank after scoring 88/100 (shit, gals still do this man)

Guys are not bothered about who is whoz boyfriend/girlfriend, or where did you go out with him/her this weekend... Did you guys kiss each other? Who proposed first? (Why the heck do you care?)

Its such a pain in the wrong place to go shopping with women , that too if you are 1 jean 4 t-shirts category ..Oh…NO..!!! yes I know women are pretty, but searching for a matching earring or bindi for hours together…please gimme a break. But its fun to shop with men.. All they need is a good jean few t-shirts or shirts, shorts and they are done…

Guys do not discuss about pati, patni aur woh. Instead its something about x-box, dvd’s , mobile phones (all gadgets from pen drive to I-phones included ), cars and bikes(!!!) and hot women of course

The best part is guys do not give animated reactions or expressions for silly things. They are never histrionic. You forgot to wish your friend who is girl on her birthday... that’s it.. all those years of friendship is evaluated with jus one incident of wishing late or not wishing. Men care it a darn for all this… they are in fact happy about people who don’t wish (already they have a tight budget for beer…J)!!

The sense of humor men have is impeccable…they do discuss putrid stuff, oh come on they are men and its jus fun and yes they need all this education ...!! and they jus do not keep a sad face and mourn if you tell them you broke up with your boy/girl friend… nor do they have a long face if you haven’t pinged/scrap/tweeted them.

This is dedicated to all the cool men in my life…!!! Thank you guys..!!! without you ppl life would've been too monotonous …….

singlehood versus marriage

2009-12-07T19:44:00.002+05:30

I don’t wanna get into the everlasting or epical debate of love-marriage versus arranged marriage… nor is this not for the ones who are single and ready to mingle category….

Just 2 incidents before I get into details.

My cousin sister got married reluctantly (read emotionally black-mail) to a navy officer, I do not wanna get into other details because that marriage was a fiasco. Not because it was arranged by parents but incompatibility is the right word here. Result: divorce after a brutal fracture (gift from Mr. navy). She is now single, happy I would say. Works in banglore comes down to Chennai over the weekends. And actually I feel proud of her. but, all the oldies of my family want her either to get married again or adopt a kid. What the heck is their bloody problem was my immediate reaction.

Incident:2- one of my best friends, is single but she does believe in getting married but not just for the heck of it, but she wants to meet the right person (prince charming I call J) love him truly ,madly, deeply (ahem..) and then get married. But what if she doesn’t meet the right one? What she told me made me feel good I should say. She told me that she would rather stay single than marrying some XYZ, because she can’t try and love someone…

I just feel both these women are right(am no feminist, it goes to the guys too who wish to stay single)… why can’t a divorcee live alone and still be happy.. why the heck do we sympathize or say some bull crap in the name of advice(jus because it costs us nothing??!!) and marriage is not the ultimate thing or the best relationship in life, my friend sees happiness in her present life not jus her but many feel comfortable being alone.. probably its bliss being in solitude!

Let us try to share their happiness…jus don’t pry into their personal life. Its’ after all their life they care more than anyone…..

Single hood rocks. Kudos to all the singles out there!!!!!

we often forget how blessed we are...

2009-12-06T12:33:00.000+05:30

no..this is not another touchy story... but this incident hit me hard....

November 30- my brother in laws' birthday and the 2nd anniversary of my maternal grandmother
parents decide to sponsor breakfast to a place called "karunai illam"
dad says to me" don't waste your time in front of the computer , go with your mother its just a few minutes walk from home..
i did not argue,dress up and go with mom...
a very isolated place...few hut buildings, vacant land and lots of children walking here and there but not one goes without wishing us morning.
a man in his early 50's greets us.
asks the kids to assemble under a shed.
they sang wishing mohan(my brother-in-law ) and thanking my grandmother.
they stood in line with plates in hand as their breakfast was served to them
again not one kid forgets to thank us
urge inside me.
wanting to know more about them i started my conversation with that proprietor.
i came to know that not all of them were orphans.
a few had parents but who couldn't afford to keep them at home.
and all it takes is rs.50 per month for each kid. its for the hostel and school fee and basic needs.
but hardly a few are able to afford that.

NOW TELL ME, DO WE HAVE BIGGER PROBLEMS IN LIFE?

i just want "those" days back....

2009-11-18T11:47:00.002+05:30

This a an outburst of my frustration, along with that I am undergoing a lot more.. You’ll understand as you read through.

This is the last semester of my post-graduation. as my head of department says" GIRLS, THIS IS THE CRUCIAL TIME OF YOUR LIFE”. We have our project to be completed, 4 theory papers and a few idiots like me have a self-study paper to complete ( i thought it was something very extraordinary to take up a self-study paper. utter IDIOCY, I realize now..)

The first day of my semester started without any long break from our previous semester exams (which was such a fiasco) and the very first class was our HOD's... and it was such a warm welcome. Our hod had almost all of us into tears. Hold your breath nothing emotional here. She literally blasted all of us for performing our worst in her theory paper and asked us to prepare well at least for our arrears examination(now that’s a wonderful way to start a semester),and gave a few instructions about our project,viva blah…Blah…blah...blah... the moment she left our class our heads were spinning, we did manage to stay silent and composed for a while, but we were not that type, so we started our usual routine of complaining (about the syllabus, course module, examiner, faculty. the list was endless) but I was not there, mentally.. My mind was wandering. Or distracted to something else...

I was looking out of our class window (usually i do it when a lecture goes on, but this time it was different) btw, it was our new classroom for this final semester, near the lab, very near the staff room (do you need more reasons to hate!!) and also this room was too bright unlike our old one which was a total contrast. It was outside our department, wee bit far from the staff room, near the kiosk (more reasons to smile), and it was dully lit, cozy and comfortable. All this made us (at least me) to hate the new classroom. Its windows opened to our college playground where some routine college sports were going on, no i was not distracted by that...

It was the play school that was in the annexed building of our college that distracted me. The things that I happen to see at that moment started eating me up. I saw a boy playing on the swing, he sat for a while, then stood over it, jumped down, ran around the poles of the swing and came back for another round on it and a plump girl with her nanny fought her way to the sliding board... i felt bliss or was it jealousy. That too seeing those small ones!! I was confused, did not know why. I felt something weird... i just wanted "THOSE DAYS BACK", back in my life.. may be because I realized it was impossible I felt jealousy, and silently prayed for those kids out there to enjoy those precious days of their life, because deeply feel that those are the best days of everyone’s' life. The blessed days of our childhood....

how to start it..!!

2009-11-18T10:37:00.000+05:30

hi people.... writing is one way of pouring out my emotions..be it happiness, glee, anger,frustration,love,hatred,disappointment,...i feel relieved when i write... so this blog is for my relief :)... and one other great interest of mine is to read, i found a lot of interesting blogs..hope this will help me in following the creative works of others..