It`s eve and i have no mood to work. Honestly came to office to surf the net, chat with my friends, share with them what they are upto this evening. Not that I am a party animal but of late like to know what my friends would like to do, you know they are mindless crap!!! Talking about 2007 I must admit it has been a nice year for me. I have changed a lot. 2007 made a better person out of me (I should say). Now, I am not going to spell what I did but share the fact that everytime there is an argument in the house my hubby says "What goes around comes around." What does it mean, no idea. All our life we have constantly heard of idioms or phrases or proverbs so to speak which are life's great lessons passed on from one generation to another... Some popular ones include:
No pain no gain
As u sow so u reap
A bird in the hand is better than two in the bush
Don't count your chickens before they are hatched
A stitch in time saves nine
:)
Other phrases in Tamil ...not so much as proverbs...told to me by all the maaaaaamis in my family:
vecha kudumi sarcha mottai
kudikaaran pechu vidinju pochua
athu le pottalum alandhu dhaan podanum
minnuvadhelam ponnala
kakkai ku than kunju pon kunju
kadai thengave eduthu vazhi pulayaruku udaicha kathai....
Anycase...point of all this is....my all time favourite saying in life is "what goes around comes around"...Why because my man says it all the time. I can recall countless incidents from my life and others known to me where this saying has stood its ground...whether its bithcing, stealin someone's guy, takin credit for someone else's work or just being plain nasty to someone....always remember...Wat goes around DEFINETLY comes around!!!!
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Walking that extra mile
Talking about broken relationships, is there anyone who can really ‘HATE’ anybody. I sincerely believe nobody can hate another human being. The least they can do is dislike or at the most will not be fond of her or his ways. Angst, fear, resentment in a broken marriage or friendship just vanishes after a point. It is really surprising. Love may not stay but affection and bond continues to stay. Individuals have learnt to compartmentalise love and friendship. Friendship truly is a blessing thing, no one can forget few things in a relationship like comfort level you shared with your partner.
I think certain relationships never end completely, it stays in one corner of everyone’s heart, when we are to ourselves in a room we do cherish those moments. Even if he or she is responsible for your grief, even when your heart is bleeding, there are times you will surely think about the happiness that person has brought in your life. The texture of every relationship is unique and only the two individuals involved in it know best what completes them. It takes ample maturity to be able to look beyond the negativity that’s transpired between the two and bond as buddies. I want to write more about what I am currently going through, one friend who looked beyond my negativity and made my life easy but can’t pen this here as people already think I am bold in my writings, so my hands are tied as of now, but believe me I am happy and grateful to that person. After all this world has good in abundance. Everyone can’t be good all the time, may be only when negativism is exposed one will understand what being positive really means.
Friendship or marriage ultimately it depends on what your priorities are and the comfort level you share with anyone. Bond remains unbroken and time is the greatest healer. Finally, I am living and loving.
I think certain relationships never end completely, it stays in one corner of everyone’s heart, when we are to ourselves in a room we do cherish those moments. Even if he or she is responsible for your grief, even when your heart is bleeding, there are times you will surely think about the happiness that person has brought in your life. The texture of every relationship is unique and only the two individuals involved in it know best what completes them. It takes ample maturity to be able to look beyond the negativity that’s transpired between the two and bond as buddies. I want to write more about what I am currently going through, one friend who looked beyond my negativity and made my life easy but can’t pen this here as people already think I am bold in my writings, so my hands are tied as of now, but believe me I am happy and grateful to that person. After all this world has good in abundance. Everyone can’t be good all the time, may be only when negativism is exposed one will understand what being positive really means.
Friendship or marriage ultimately it depends on what your priorities are and the comfort level you share with anyone. Bond remains unbroken and time is the greatest healer. Finally, I am living and loving.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Society doesn’t accept women hogging the limelight!
It’s not about whether women click or not, there is something more to it, some things which cannot be answered. I am talking about Madhuri Dixit’s comeback flop film Aaja Nachle. Why do women-oriented films bomb at the box office, Is it because of the heroine or because of the script. Can Madhuri only be blamed for the failure, there is more to it. Social structure and the male psyche play prominent roles in today’s society. First, female-oriented films highlight feminism or they deal with issues like rape, prostitution, subjugation and incest which makes men feel guilty and hurt their ego. And unfortunately our society is male dominated, men think twice before watching films, unless and of course the script is really appealing.
After Malashri from Kannada films and Vijay Shanti from Telugu industry, I think no other heroine made it big. I can say no heroine has been able to spin that kind of magic here down south. On the other hand, Khoon Bhari Maang was a hit because the script had something new to offer, really fresh and elegant Rekha just gave us what we wanted. Unless the script is marvelous, female-oriented films will not kick off just for the simple fact that our society is cold towards women.
After Malashri from Kannada films and Vijay Shanti from Telugu industry, I think no other heroine made it big. I can say no heroine has been able to spin that kind of magic here down south. On the other hand, Khoon Bhari Maang was a hit because the script had something new to offer, really fresh and elegant Rekha just gave us what we wanted. Unless the script is marvelous, female-oriented films will not kick off just for the simple fact that our society is cold towards women.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Things that diminish with time
During childhood whatever seems to be scary and magnifying diminish once we grow. Probably when you reach your late 20s what you feared the most happens to be the minutest thing. My son happens to study in my school, whenever I visit him for lunch breaks and parents staff meeting, those scary classrooms give me absolute belonging and a comfort feeling, my son would surely differ though. Everyday in the morning, the first thing he says is I don’t want go to school mummy! I won’t blame him, I remember saying the same things to my mom, at least he doesn’t throw tantrums the way I used to.
Images crumble and things diminish with time. Heroes become zeroes. Friends turn foes and enemies seem to look more soothing than ever. Way back in class IV I used to dread one teacher, she used to scare the daylights out of me. The same teacher now looks frail and my feelings for her has changed, after all she needs care and help. I could probably say the bad diminishes in stature so is the good reduced over time. But the ghost of many other teachers – some beloved others feared walks with me every time I walk across my school corridor. That was the place where I used to stand for talking in the class and that was the room where we use to bunk language classes. Time dwarfs images and what seems of immense magnitude as a child, seems of no consequence to an adult eye.
Images crumble and things diminish with time. Heroes become zeroes. Friends turn foes and enemies seem to look more soothing than ever. Way back in class IV I used to dread one teacher, she used to scare the daylights out of me. The same teacher now looks frail and my feelings for her has changed, after all she needs care and help. I could probably say the bad diminishes in stature so is the good reduced over time. But the ghost of many other teachers – some beloved others feared walks with me every time I walk across my school corridor. That was the place where I used to stand for talking in the class and that was the room where we use to bunk language classes. Time dwarfs images and what seems of immense magnitude as a child, seems of no consequence to an adult eye.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
EITHER WAY WORKS FOR ME
How do you feel when you generally walk into a big place may be a new office, where people are seated orderly and the moment you step in, all turn around and look at you top to bottom, men fantasizing many more, probably the naked me or something along those lines, and after 5 minutes of talking about what shoes I wear and the colour of my dress, if its stitched well and checking out my accessories (this probably happens when one visits the place for the first time, coyingly smile at those unknown faces and trying to put up a brave and a confident me. Actually I am talking about an office I recently visited.
I am going to call me as the Girl on Subway: (after 5 mins of talking about me and the relative appropriateness of each)....So I don't quite know which pair to wear to the thing at office tomorrow....
One more thing I want to add (now looking through my bag) I hate when I leave confidential things behind. The last post was a little dramatic I know, so planning to keep this one a little more interesting. As I am free from frustrating things, my mind seems to be clear and relieving I say. The music seems to be awesome and for once feeling positive about everything that’s happening around. And now I happen to care less. Finally I have understood the real me and that is: EITHER WAY WORKS FOR ME.
I am going to call me as the Girl on Subway: (after 5 mins of talking about me and the relative appropriateness of each)....So I don't quite know which pair to wear to the thing at office tomorrow....
One more thing I want to add (now looking through my bag) I hate when I leave confidential things behind. The last post was a little dramatic I know, so planning to keep this one a little more interesting. As I am free from frustrating things, my mind seems to be clear and relieving I say. The music seems to be awesome and for once feeling positive about everything that’s happening around. And now I happen to care less. Finally I have understood the real me and that is: EITHER WAY WORKS FOR ME.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Losing sanity?
On second thoughts, if suppose we happen to commit mistakes knowingly, can we get pardoned. By the way if he or she does not pardon you, how does it matter to somebody who doesn’t actually bother about his or her words but pretend to say your words matter a lot. So what if we commit mistakes, is it not exciting at times to cross the LOC. Error is human.
As far as it doesn’t hurt anybody, how stupid I am if you happen to cross the LOC it will mean you have done something drastically unpardonable and to top it all you expect forgiveness. That’s human man, expecting, expecting and expecting forever.
But anyone who has been in a long time relationship cannot but concede that mistakes are dramatic, sociable, political and can I call it economic?
I just couldn’t care less for many things, why am I like this, please don’t answer for me, know who I am, still asking, asking for the sake of asking. Chuckling, totally irrelevant, still need to blog otherwise I might go mad, probably sooner than I think. I want to talk less, I mean really less, cocooning in a way that would make people ask what happened to her. Can this happen, so people please expect sudden breakthroughs in my thought process, which is bowled over by harsh realities. But my basic position will remain the same. Doing a lot of human pitfalls and fallacies. Trusted insiders, are you guys around?
As far as it doesn’t hurt anybody, how stupid I am if you happen to cross the LOC it will mean you have done something drastically unpardonable and to top it all you expect forgiveness. That’s human man, expecting, expecting and expecting forever.
But anyone who has been in a long time relationship cannot but concede that mistakes are dramatic, sociable, political and can I call it economic?
I just couldn’t care less for many things, why am I like this, please don’t answer for me, know who I am, still asking, asking for the sake of asking. Chuckling, totally irrelevant, still need to blog otherwise I might go mad, probably sooner than I think. I want to talk less, I mean really less, cocooning in a way that would make people ask what happened to her. Can this happen, so people please expect sudden breakthroughs in my thought process, which is bowled over by harsh realities. But my basic position will remain the same. Doing a lot of human pitfalls and fallacies. Trusted insiders, are you guys around?
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Saawariya (Just say it in Tamil)
For the first time in my life I felt like getting sloshed after watching the much-hyped Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s Saawariya (seriously sethupoitian), if you have survived watching Saawariya then I am sure you can handle any situation in your life, anything dangerous, unexpected, horrible and tragic. Ranbir Kapoor, what is he made of, I mean his dancing was too good, damn flexible I say, but he is too fast when he speaks, I was gasping for breath each time he spoke, his dialogues were too lengthy, and half the time didn’t understand what he was saying, Hindi is difficult, language problem probably made to think the movie is stupid, but honestly, you may ask anybody, am sure they would have disliked the movie. Every two minutes there was song and the story line was damn silly, I wonder if Mere Naam Joker legacy is going to continue in the Kapoor khandaan, the film certainly projects Ranbir as the Raj Kapoor in Mera Naam Joker.
Kaavya took revenge by taking me for this god forsaken Saawariya, I was actually dreading the evening, something told me the movie is going to depress me more, which actually did so, am feeling gloomy, low and terribly disillusioned in life, The settings specially with no sunlight, covered by blue and dull colours just put me off, was SMSing my friend all through the movie, trying to make her understand th kind of torture I had to undergo because one little alien in Sify, thanks Kaavya, I will never forget you for life.
The simple idea of how a girl falls in love with her tenent (Salman). Stop making out to a man who is four times older than you Sonam (I mean Sonam`s intimate scenes with Salman was obnoxious). SLB has just let everyone down. I became so restless I wanted to know the ending, in fact in the process I knew I could be a good script writer. Was wondering whether Salman really existed in the movie or is Sonam just hallucinating, or is Sonam a ghost, may be mad or may be a psycho. Imagine a girl wandering the city when it’s raining cats and dogs. The best part of the movie was exceptional Zohra Sehagal, the Lillypop. It’s not worth reviewing the movie as I feel it’s an indiscreet effort after such heavy publicity. An experimental musical play, a dramatic poem without actual drama, a story without a plot, a fable without a moral lesson, a love triangle which is incomplete. It`s not worth mentioning about Rani, am pissed with her.
A Buddha statue in a red light area, canals and boats like Venice, snowfall, artistic graffiti on streets, all make it a where-on-earth-is-this f…..location.
Kaavya took revenge by taking me for this god forsaken Saawariya, I was actually dreading the evening, something told me the movie is going to depress me more, which actually did so, am feeling gloomy, low and terribly disillusioned in life, The settings specially with no sunlight, covered by blue and dull colours just put me off, was SMSing my friend all through the movie, trying to make her understand th kind of torture I had to undergo because one little alien in Sify, thanks Kaavya, I will never forget you for life.
The simple idea of how a girl falls in love with her tenent (Salman). Stop making out to a man who is four times older than you Sonam (I mean Sonam`s intimate scenes with Salman was obnoxious). SLB has just let everyone down. I became so restless I wanted to know the ending, in fact in the process I knew I could be a good script writer. Was wondering whether Salman really existed in the movie or is Sonam just hallucinating, or is Sonam a ghost, may be mad or may be a psycho. Imagine a girl wandering the city when it’s raining cats and dogs. The best part of the movie was exceptional Zohra Sehagal, the Lillypop. It’s not worth reviewing the movie as I feel it’s an indiscreet effort after such heavy publicity. An experimental musical play, a dramatic poem without actual drama, a story without a plot, a fable without a moral lesson, a love triangle which is incomplete. It`s not worth mentioning about Rani, am pissed with her.
A Buddha statue in a red light area, canals and boats like Venice, snowfall, artistic graffiti on streets, all make it a where-on-earth-is-this f…..location.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Feelings
Lots of pimples, some hurt, some looks bad and some itchy, never had those when I was supposed to have them, now at 29 I am having them, as if they wanted to take vengeance for all those lost years. The first thing my cousin asked me during Diwali was how come your face has so many of them, he didn’t bother to even wish me, any need for people to ask why it has come, as if I know the answer, actually I am waiting for it to go, another reason to feel depressed and low. Visited the doctor, a famous one in the city, she has prescribed gels and creams and of course tablets, but its been more than a month, no visible change. When one goes, another one appears, the worst part is the density is increasing day by day.
Sometimes so bored of looking after myself, so what If they are there, my sister was saying to stop thinking about it, but its not possible, every time I look into the mirror, the first thing I see are those bulges and blemishes. Even if people indulge in a conversation with me, I have a feeling they first check them out, advise me to avoid oil, ghee, chips, ice creams and chocolates, honestly, I can’t live without them, hope some magic happens and I get a blemish less skin.
Now I pray to god as I down to sleep, My lord please keep my shape, no wrinkles please, no age spots, please no gray, please no sags, please keep me healthy, keep me young and thank you lord for all that you have given.
To feel what I feel now, is to feel everything there is to feel in the world.
Sometimes so bored of looking after myself, so what If they are there, my sister was saying to stop thinking about it, but its not possible, every time I look into the mirror, the first thing I see are those bulges and blemishes. Even if people indulge in a conversation with me, I have a feeling they first check them out, advise me to avoid oil, ghee, chips, ice creams and chocolates, honestly, I can’t live without them, hope some magic happens and I get a blemish less skin.
Now I pray to god as I down to sleep, My lord please keep my shape, no wrinkles please, no age spots, please no gray, please no sags, please keep me healthy, keep me young and thank you lord for all that you have given.
To feel what I feel now, is to feel everything there is to feel in the world.
Monday, November 5, 2007
I don’t care!!!!
No matter what people say, I have to write what I feel, I mean that was the reason why I started a blog, so, for heaven sake don’t try to advise me, you know am not the listening type. I have reached a point where I just can’t do it, really I mean, enough, I have done enough and now I need to look out, which I am,
This is how I feel right now:
Flesh-eating, eye-gouging, skin-scratching, heart-bleeding, skull-crushing, life-blighting, soul-destroying darkness. Darkness drawing me deeper and deeper down a long well, a long spiraling descent into a place where all sense of self is lost- where all you ever were, all you wanted to be, and all you are is lost, sucked down into a miasma and maelstrom of never ending destruction, torment, suffering.
I know i always sound depressed, but when someone feels that way, you can't you leave him or her the way she wants to be. On the other hand, am so cautious that there at times I have left valuable things pass by, should I call it cautious or careless?
I am not over emphasizing a minor part and diminishing a major development, I am just trying to do something, at least attempting to do so, never know that might boomerang,As my friend says I am the best judge, Thanks Sam for being with me. End of the day it’s you who I always count on!
This is how I feel right now:
Flesh-eating, eye-gouging, skin-scratching, heart-bleeding, skull-crushing, life-blighting, soul-destroying darkness. Darkness drawing me deeper and deeper down a long well, a long spiraling descent into a place where all sense of self is lost- where all you ever were, all you wanted to be, and all you are is lost, sucked down into a miasma and maelstrom of never ending destruction, torment, suffering.
I know i always sound depressed, but when someone feels that way, you can't you leave him or her the way she wants to be. On the other hand, am so cautious that there at times I have left valuable things pass by, should I call it cautious or careless?
I am not over emphasizing a minor part and diminishing a major development, I am just trying to do something, at least attempting to do so, never know that might boomerang,As my friend says I am the best judge, Thanks Sam for being with me. End of the day it’s you who I always count on!
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Searching, thinking, reminding….
What’s running my mind, lot of things, simultaneously, like many waves lashing the shores, one after the other, non-stop. Where to start and where to end, when thought process overflows. Its like I have been holding my breadth for a while now and I finally exhaled! I can’t even say I have exhaled it fully, because there seems to be leftovers.
Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and grounded into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. Some decisions we want to take but since our decisions affect many specially when it comes to family, we are chained not to take it, though heart of hearts we feel we need to change. Compulsion, responsibility do change your entire living.
When my options are closed, I feel worthless, one friend says I set preconditions. Anyway, sometimes all of us feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE YOU. I just want to remember this: Amateurs Built The Ark and Professionals Built The Titanic!
Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and grounded into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. Some decisions we want to take but since our decisions affect many specially when it comes to family, we are chained not to take it, though heart of hearts we feel we need to change. Compulsion, responsibility do change your entire living.
When my options are closed, I feel worthless, one friend says I set preconditions. Anyway, sometimes all of us feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE YOU. I just want to remember this: Amateurs Built The Ark and Professionals Built The Titanic!
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Husband Vs Wife
A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realised that the next day he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight. Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, "Please wake me at 5:00 AM " He left it where he knew she would find it. The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight. Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't woken him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM . Wake up."
Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.
WIFE VS. HUSBAND
A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?" "Yep," the wife replied , " in-laws"
W O R D S
A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day. 30,000 to a man's 15,000. The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men... The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"
Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.
WIFE VS. HUSBAND
A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?" "Yep," the wife replied , " in-laws"
W O R D S
A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day. 30,000 to a man's 15,000. The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men... The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"
Friday, October 26, 2007
THE TIME
The humble and the most punitive beast in today's world is... Any guesses, Yes you are right, it is the TIME. Most of us take this beast for granted. One thing I have realised that I must enjoy the present moment and if not now then when!!Sometimes, whether we like it or now, rules have to be obeyed. This especially goes for the single thing like the TIMEI have enjoyed my moments of dodging time and playing with it promiscuously. I have had a great deal of fun cheating time and living by the moment. And then when I woke up one fine day, I realised that it was not time I was dodging, but myself….I guess one should not gamble unless one can live with the loss if things don’t work out the way you had hoped!
But all said and done, I still reminisce the nice era when me and my buddy TIME were inseparable.
There have been times when I pray for certain phases in my life to vanish from my memory, but actually I am wrong, those phases which have gone by have taught me lots of things. Victory, defeat, hurt, happiness, sadness,love, care, affection, reciprocation, patience, anger, laughter, elusion, emotions, ignorance, relationships and many more. an endless list of things, if only we ponder , we can realise how valvuable this 'beast' has been. As they say there will be a TIME when you realise how important few things are in life.
TIME is simple yet so complicated. Sometimes, it doesnt matter how hard you try and get close, TIME always eludes you - but then at other times, no matter how much you try to stay away, you are sucked in by the vortex!!! And then there is always the case where you just know you care and comforted by the fact that TIME is alsways there till you hit the grave.
But all said and done, I still reminisce the nice era when me and my buddy TIME were inseparable.
There have been times when I pray for certain phases in my life to vanish from my memory, but actually I am wrong, those phases which have gone by have taught me lots of things. Victory, defeat, hurt, happiness, sadness,love, care, affection, reciprocation, patience, anger, laughter, elusion, emotions, ignorance, relationships and many more. an endless list of things, if only we ponder , we can realise how valvuable this 'beast' has been. As they say there will be a TIME when you realise how important few things are in life.
TIME is simple yet so complicated. Sometimes, it doesnt matter how hard you try and get close, TIME always eludes you - but then at other times, no matter how much you try to stay away, you are sucked in by the vortex!!! And then there is always the case where you just know you care and comforted by the fact that TIME is alsways there till you hit the grave.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Sentimental trash
As I say bye to one more past and openly hug the new one cast. I hope and pray today shall bring lots of happiness and songs to sing that your presence in my life shall fill for all that this year made so nil and in every moment that means much pain, joy, triumph.
Everyday I look forward to something new, something exciting, something as fresh as a lily. Expectations after expectations. One special wish, I want it to come true:
Once in a while I want to revisit my past and freeze those moments.
I WANT TO BE POSTITIVE!!!
Everyday I look forward to something new, something exciting, something as fresh as a lily. Expectations after expectations. One special wish, I want it to come true:
Once in a while I want to revisit my past and freeze those moments.
I WANT TO BE POSTITIVE!!!
Monday, October 22, 2007
Drama queen goes on and on…
Work wise September and October till day has been a killer for me… Almost to reach November looks as depressing as ever....without sounding much like a drama queen...I really do need a break,...and November promises to provide me just that....so in the meantime.. I plan to grit my teeth and see November, December through... Mom is arriving from Delhi, should I be happy or not. Don’t know? Any clues?
You can see the veteran drama queen at my place, essentially analysing the kind of living I am in and would wait till my husband goes to sleep or becomes busy with his TV and creepily ask Is everything okay?
Will start of with her stories, some interesting and some boring, she would also like to do the wackiest things possible like Ten Downing, Bhul Bhooliya, shopping, beauty parlour, visit relatives and friends place (not so exciting) and more importantly would do a investigation on my wardrobe, probably need to hide few stuff of mine. I have this policy of not lending my clothes to her but when she comes the first thing I do open her bag and try to take as many sarees and salwars and jewellery. What a daughter! Hey she is coming from Delhi, she can buy whatever she wants when she goes back, may be would like to join her. Hopefully…
You can see the veteran drama queen at my place, essentially analysing the kind of living I am in and would wait till my husband goes to sleep or becomes busy with his TV and creepily ask Is everything okay?
Will start of with her stories, some interesting and some boring, she would also like to do the wackiest things possible like Ten Downing, Bhul Bhooliya, shopping, beauty parlour, visit relatives and friends place (not so exciting) and more importantly would do a investigation on my wardrobe, probably need to hide few stuff of mine. I have this policy of not lending my clothes to her but when she comes the first thing I do open her bag and try to take as many sarees and salwars and jewellery. What a daughter! Hey she is coming from Delhi, she can buy whatever she wants when she goes back, may be would like to join her. Hopefully…
Friday, October 19, 2007
Things I want to do before I kick the bucket
1. I want many to read my blog and comment, encourage me please, specially Faheeda Fahad
1a. Shed kilos.....become thin and wear all kinds of clothes ;)
2. May be if I have the mood would have another kid...if god willing a daughter
3. Learn how to swim well.. I think its a ultra cool sport
4. Tell my boss whatever I wanted to say ;)
5. One thing which I wanted to do for a long time, I know you guys can think I am gone crazy, thats ok: Since I was in the 11th and we used to hang out in the beach all the time.. I want to snatch some kadalai, Manga from the cart and run...:)
6. Run on the streets of Chennai and not give a dam who's looking. Knee or Kick some asshole in the balls who gropes me on the road / bus / any public place.... and how I wish I could do the same with the meniacs in Orkut who ask for request with an ulterior motive.
7. A romantic evening with my crush...
8. Go on a shopping spree and splurge an obscene amount of money in a very short while… (Well my hubby has been accommodative all this while, may be I am testing his patience. Perfumes and clothes and slippers are top on the list.
8. Drive a Merc on the ECR road.
9. Take my hubby where ever I want to go, he must just nod all the time, when I say I want to go here, there and everywhere. Wow what fun will it be huh!!!
10. Educate my maid's kid
11. Will surely donate my eyes for those special children. I am seriously contemplating this too and am hoping this can be done
12. Just wanting do an item number with SRK
13. Buy my father one of those "around the world in 80days" kind of packages
14. Become one of those fitness enthusiasts, who make it a point to work out regularly and watch what they eat...
15. Last but not the least.... tell every person I know what exactly I think of them (both good and bad) and not worry about the consequences :)
1a. Shed kilos.....become thin and wear all kinds of clothes ;)
2. May be if I have the mood would have another kid...if god willing a daughter
3. Learn how to swim well.. I think its a ultra cool sport
4. Tell my boss whatever I wanted to say ;)
5. One thing which I wanted to do for a long time, I know you guys can think I am gone crazy, thats ok: Since I was in the 11th and we used to hang out in the beach all the time.. I want to snatch some kadalai, Manga from the cart and run...:)
6. Run on the streets of Chennai and not give a dam who's looking. Knee or Kick some asshole in the balls who gropes me on the road / bus / any public place.... and how I wish I could do the same with the meniacs in Orkut who ask for request with an ulterior motive.
7. A romantic evening with my crush...
8. Go on a shopping spree and splurge an obscene amount of money in a very short while… (Well my hubby has been accommodative all this while, may be I am testing his patience. Perfumes and clothes and slippers are top on the list.
8. Drive a Merc on the ECR road.
9. Take my hubby where ever I want to go, he must just nod all the time, when I say I want to go here, there and everywhere. Wow what fun will it be huh!!!
10. Educate my maid's kid
11. Will surely donate my eyes for those special children. I am seriously contemplating this too and am hoping this can be done
12. Just wanting do an item number with SRK
13. Buy my father one of those "around the world in 80days" kind of packages
14. Become one of those fitness enthusiasts, who make it a point to work out regularly and watch what they eat...
15. Last but not the least.... tell every person I know what exactly I think of them (both good and bad) and not worry about the consequences :)
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Beat the stress this way
Crying makes you feel really better, believe me, it is the best stress reliever. Anti-depressants, chocolates or shopping might not work all the time. One would feel really light after crying, in fact whatever reasons you had cried for becomes so silly. The world looks more better and warm. It’s like sometimes so inexplicable to reason out many things in life. When I feel really low, I don’t know tears just roll down after which I feel the new ‘Me’in me. The anger also subsides.
Of late many things put me off, I want to be left alone, some place where no one recognises me. A complete stranger to all those around, where I don’t have to pretend to smile, talk or even laugh for things which I don’t enjoy at all. I honestly feel if you want to be nice to someone it should come from your heart and not do for the sake of being cordial. Whatever I do I make it a point not to pretend but when am I not reciprocated the same way, its bloody frustrating. I feel nothing can be mended. I hope to get out of this phase as soon as possible. I am just going to maintain a low profile till then. Hopefully undisturbed! Sorry state of affairs.
About Orkut
Initially, I was very excited about Orkut, probably because felt I could get in touch with my old friends, that was the idea of getting into this community first, Now, if anything that puts me off the most I will list Orkut as first.
What is this idea of sending friendly request to someone you don’t know at all, am really asking do they really have the luxury of getting to know so many people. Some insensible ones come, admire me with so many adjectives, flirt as if they have never seen a woman in life. For your information all these men are married and well settled in life. The worst part in case you respond they go on and on. You are bombarded with nasty questions. Hey dear, what did you eat today, as if it is of any importance to them. One more thing they asked: What are you wearing today, how does it matter yaar, I don’t delete my scraps, you can check it out. Life is such to me.
Of late many things put me off, I want to be left alone, some place where no one recognises me. A complete stranger to all those around, where I don’t have to pretend to smile, talk or even laugh for things which I don’t enjoy at all. I honestly feel if you want to be nice to someone it should come from your heart and not do for the sake of being cordial. Whatever I do I make it a point not to pretend but when am I not reciprocated the same way, its bloody frustrating. I feel nothing can be mended. I hope to get out of this phase as soon as possible. I am just going to maintain a low profile till then. Hopefully undisturbed! Sorry state of affairs.
About Orkut
Initially, I was very excited about Orkut, probably because felt I could get in touch with my old friends, that was the idea of getting into this community first, Now, if anything that puts me off the most I will list Orkut as first.
What is this idea of sending friendly request to someone you don’t know at all, am really asking do they really have the luxury of getting to know so many people. Some insensible ones come, admire me with so many adjectives, flirt as if they have never seen a woman in life. For your information all these men are married and well settled in life. The worst part in case you respond they go on and on. You are bombarded with nasty questions. Hey dear, what did you eat today, as if it is of any importance to them. One more thing they asked: What are you wearing today, how does it matter yaar, I don’t delete my scraps, you can check it out. Life is such to me.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Faking pride!
Something which I wanted to ask for a long time, its hitting my head hard, even if they mistake me I really don’t mind not that I don’t care of what people think but I need to mention this. What is this idea of living abroad, all those who have lived in India for so long just change when they happen to go abroad for whatever reasons, they speak as if they have been born and brought there (some cheap foreign land). One friend who has spent half her years says Chennai is superficial, what exactly is superficial. I don’t know. Why can’t you talk about the kind of living you are in, not surely the one you always enjoyed here (In India).
Also it is ridiculous when US returns talk about grocery shopping or laundry like things as if we never do it here, is it something very exciting to share? I don’t tell you I went to Murugan Idly kadai or Lifestyle for shopping. Gave 2 pants, 3 shirts and many underwears for laundry. I hate to hear these things, but the fact is what I hate the most, I hear it everyday!
I feel they people enjoy false pride or if they feel they are making me feel low or jealous, just for their information, I just laugh inside. Nothing else. Tell you it’s sometime damn humourous to watch these people making a fool of themselves. Hey there is so much of traffic, pollution, corruption, blah blah!! Aren’t you a part of all these!!!
Also it is ridiculous when US returns talk about grocery shopping or laundry like things as if we never do it here, is it something very exciting to share? I don’t tell you I went to Murugan Idly kadai or Lifestyle for shopping. Gave 2 pants, 3 shirts and many underwears for laundry. I hate to hear these things, but the fact is what I hate the most, I hear it everyday!
I feel they people enjoy false pride or if they feel they are making me feel low or jealous, just for their information, I just laugh inside. Nothing else. Tell you it’s sometime damn humourous to watch these people making a fool of themselves. Hey there is so much of traffic, pollution, corruption, blah blah!! Aren’t you a part of all these!!!
Monday, October 15, 2007
Thinking and always thinking!
I want to stop thinking but I can never do it successfully. Why so? Also, Why are men and women different yet so alike? An age old query, nevertheless, unanswered! What's your take?
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Movies that rankle in my mind
Week before last it was the Exorcism of Emily Rose, a true life story of a 19-year-old girl possessed by six demons. The movie really shook me, still can’t get over few scenes, feel very scared to go to the bathroom, the funniest part is I ask my hubby to stand outside till I finish my chores. Actually scared everyone in the office by talking about the movie.
Lakshmy, my friend yelled at me saying because of me she was not able to attend the nature’s call. Another friend and I kept watching ghost trailers. I am petrified about their very existence but I still don’t ignore them. Some weird feelings creep in when I watch those spooky stuff, do I like them or am I just wailing away the time! I really don’t know.
Last night I watched Laaga Chuneri Mein Daag, a concept which was done way back in 1970s, now rediscovered by Pradeep Sarkar. The famous Kollywood director K Balachander has done lots of movies with the same story line: The girl who sacrifices herself for the family. In short, turns a prostitute to save her family from poverty. A director who was ahead of his times.
Pradeep Sarkar has not done anything new to the movie. It actually should be named Laaga Chuneri Se Bhaag! Anyway I don’t intend to do a review of the movie, the point is after a long time I watched a night show. Great theatre, warm company and pretty Konkana.
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Learnt few things over the weekend, my friend has come from London, we had invited him for dinner, a true friend who has been with me through thick and thin. In fact how much ever I ignore him rather try to ignore, he is one guy who puts up with me, why should be so nice to me, I am not that perfect a friend.
As we were talking about our stay in Sri Lanka, casually I had asked him about his dogs: Betty and Rocky. Rocky is a real rock star, he loves handbags and dhuppatas. He said he had given Rocky to his friend, asked whether he visited him this time, he said ‘No’ and ‘No’ because dogs when they see their old masters, they might go into a depression. Amazing that dogs are this emotional, actually I must say they are more emotional than humans. Just think about it, a dog getting depressed, I believe it will start thinking about the days it had spent with its old master and might even die. God! Love, affection and loyalty does persist, no matter what you are.
Lakshmy, my friend yelled at me saying because of me she was not able to attend the nature’s call. Another friend and I kept watching ghost trailers. I am petrified about their very existence but I still don’t ignore them. Some weird feelings creep in when I watch those spooky stuff, do I like them or am I just wailing away the time! I really don’t know.
Last night I watched Laaga Chuneri Mein Daag, a concept which was done way back in 1970s, now rediscovered by Pradeep Sarkar. The famous Kollywood director K Balachander has done lots of movies with the same story line: The girl who sacrifices herself for the family. In short, turns a prostitute to save her family from poverty. A director who was ahead of his times.
Pradeep Sarkar has not done anything new to the movie. It actually should be named Laaga Chuneri Se Bhaag! Anyway I don’t intend to do a review of the movie, the point is after a long time I watched a night show. Great theatre, warm company and pretty Konkana.
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Learnt few things over the weekend, my friend has come from London, we had invited him for dinner, a true friend who has been with me through thick and thin. In fact how much ever I ignore him rather try to ignore, he is one guy who puts up with me, why should be so nice to me, I am not that perfect a friend.
As we were talking about our stay in Sri Lanka, casually I had asked him about his dogs: Betty and Rocky. Rocky is a real rock star, he loves handbags and dhuppatas. He said he had given Rocky to his friend, asked whether he visited him this time, he said ‘No’ and ‘No’ because dogs when they see their old masters, they might go into a depression. Amazing that dogs are this emotional, actually I must say they are more emotional than humans. Just think about it, a dog getting depressed, I believe it will start thinking about the days it had spent with its old master and might even die. God! Love, affection and loyalty does persist, no matter what you are.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
How to find out!!!
Whenever we talk about heroes and heroines, my friends in office say: So gay he looks!!! I mean how can you find that out. Is it not above our heads to pinpoint and say he is a gay and she is a lesbian. As if they all spot them doing with their respective partners. In some weird ways they do comment this way or arrive at a conclusion I suppose. I find it really difficult to react. For example: We are doing a special on Asin for her birthday, and somehow Kaavya and I started to talk about what our grandmoms like and she cutely said my grandmom likes Prithviraj (the guy who acted in Mozhi). I said yeah he is good looking, pat came her reply: So gay he looks, she really is good at commenting, amazing girl. Pause, obliging to me forehead (scratching them). Now am back, how on earth can I make out the difference, not that am keen just to at least be a part of the conversation, I need to learn and explore about lots of things in life. Am I little slow in knowing about things, how dumb one can be. Can I call it the generation gap!
Talking about Kaavya, she really is a Samathu Iyengar Ponnu. Very talented, this blog turns out to be a testimonial huh!!!. Anyway…….
Talking about Kaavya, she really is a Samathu Iyengar Ponnu. Very talented, this blog turns out to be a testimonial huh!!!. Anyway…….
Tips for women....
1. It is important that a man helps you around the house and has a job.
2. It is important that a man makes you laugh.
3. It is important to find a man you can count on and doesn't lie to you.
4. It is important that a man loves you and spoils you.
5. It is important he doesn't disturb when you are in a deep slumber.
6. It is important he doesn't ignore you when you need him the most.
7. It is important that these seven men don't know each other.
He he he....
2. It is important that a man makes you laugh.
3. It is important to find a man you can count on and doesn't lie to you.
4. It is important that a man loves you and spoils you.
5. It is important he doesn't disturb when you are in a deep slumber.
6. It is important he doesn't ignore you when you need him the most.
7. It is important that these seven men don't know each other.
He he he....
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
A wonderful message by George Carlin
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much , and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw-away morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much , and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw-away morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Cupid's fault
Whenever cupid tries to play naughty tricks on me, I willfully fall. Am I to be blamed or the cupid? Anyway what I wanted to tell you guys is in school and college i always looked for soul mates, so called soul mates, one starts to have thoughts about love, waiting to meet 'the one', will he be my man, so on and so forth. I remember at one time I was longing for my true love and spent half the time wondering about where he would be, would he be longing like me and share with my friends such wishy-washy stuff. They knew am a little crazy, still they encouraged me for their selfish needs, that is just killing the time with what this lady had to say about her private life. Some kick they used to get out of it and I too was a blabber mouth not that I have changed, but honestly have improved to blabber more.
To mock me, cupid played with me and I met my man on June 26, 1997. Jeez, my life just took a twist, felt as if all the happiness in the world had fallen under my feet. In fact, I always thought if ever i get married it should not be an arranged marriage, because how two different entities not knowing anything about their individualities get married and strangely make love during first night, don’t you think it is completely absurd. Can't even think about it. Well to make matters worse, sorry, to make matters easy I got married to my man. I know him for ten years and god has given him the strength to put up with me all these years. I guess God has been very generous as he mustered all the courage and patience to put up with a freako like me. Pause..... Prayed and thanked the almighty for showing me the right person, how i wish he had to say the same things about me too. May be he too has some blog or something where he has penned whatever he has felt and is feeling about his lady love or lady luck!!!! Many years have gone, I am still beaming so much so that I wish I could kick myself to get my head back straight... so this what loves does to you huh!!!
To mock me, cupid played with me and I met my man on June 26, 1997. Jeez, my life just took a twist, felt as if all the happiness in the world had fallen under my feet. In fact, I always thought if ever i get married it should not be an arranged marriage, because how two different entities not knowing anything about their individualities get married and strangely make love during first night, don’t you think it is completely absurd. Can't even think about it. Well to make matters worse, sorry, to make matters easy I got married to my man. I know him for ten years and god has given him the strength to put up with me all these years. I guess God has been very generous as he mustered all the courage and patience to put up with a freako like me. Pause..... Prayed and thanked the almighty for showing me the right person, how i wish he had to say the same things about me too. May be he too has some blog or something where he has penned whatever he has felt and is feeling about his lady love or lady luck!!!! Many years have gone, I am still beaming so much so that I wish I could kick myself to get my head back straight... so this what loves does to you huh!!!
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Missing Childhood
How I wish I could be six or seven or eight years old, I miss my childhood dearly. Those are the days where one can be themselves no matter what people think about you, mostly they wouldn’t bother you much as we do not fall into their radar.
You know what I miss most about being a kid? Laughing at the top of my lungs, running without any inhibitions, falling without embarrassment, eating anything I wanted, having meals ready on the table without me having to think about it, digging grass and hunting for bugs and worms, collecting marbles and shells by the shore, getting pampered when I fell sick, mom's fingers running through my hair to put me to sleep, waking up excited about a new day, exploring just about anything, having fights for many petty things and not worrying about wearing a white tee-shirt and getting soaked, fighting over a toy, chair, TV (the only thing that has not changed is the fight for the TV, opponent now is my son) and then getting bored of it and sharing cookies, loving going to school (that am not sure about, because I used to detest going) using my imagination, thinking love was a funny word more than ‘funny’ something which can’t be uttered as it is supposed to be sinful and not being afraid of anything in life!...
You know what I miss most about being a kid? Laughing at the top of my lungs, running without any inhibitions, falling without embarrassment, eating anything I wanted, having meals ready on the table without me having to think about it, digging grass and hunting for bugs and worms, collecting marbles and shells by the shore, getting pampered when I fell sick, mom's fingers running through my hair to put me to sleep, waking up excited about a new day, exploring just about anything, having fights for many petty things and not worrying about wearing a white tee-shirt and getting soaked, fighting over a toy, chair, TV (the only thing that has not changed is the fight for the TV, opponent now is my son) and then getting bored of it and sharing cookies, loving going to school (that am not sure about, because I used to detest going) using my imagination, thinking love was a funny word more than ‘funny’ something which can’t be uttered as it is supposed to be sinful and not being afraid of anything in life!...
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Realistic laws that Mr N forgot
LAW OF QUEUE: If you change queues, the one you have left will start to move faster than the one you are in now.
LAW OF TELEPHONE: When you dial a wrong number, you never get an engaged one.
LAW OF MECHANICAL REPAIR: After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch.
LAW OF THE WORKSHOP: Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.
LAW OF THE ALIBI: If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the next morning you will have a flat tire. BATH THEOREM: When the body is immersed in water, the telephone rings.
LAW OF ENCOUNTERS: The probability of meeting someone you know increases when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with.
LAW OF THE RESULT: When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will!
LAW OF BIOMECHANICS: The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.
THEATRE RULE: People with the seats at the furthest from the aisle arrive last.
LAW OF TELEPHONE: When you dial a wrong number, you never get an engaged one.
LAW OF MECHANICAL REPAIR: After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch.
LAW OF THE WORKSHOP: Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.
LAW OF THE ALIBI: If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the next morning you will have a flat tire. BATH THEOREM: When the body is immersed in water, the telephone rings.
LAW OF ENCOUNTERS: The probability of meeting someone you know increases when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with.
LAW OF THE RESULT: When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will!
LAW OF BIOMECHANICS: The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.
THEATRE RULE: People with the seats at the furthest from the aisle arrive last.
Monday, October 1, 2007
The puzzle in ‘her’ life
On a hot afternoon in Chennai, one would like to just switch on the television, AC and munch something but I am here to tell my story. The scriptwriter, protagonist, music director of this mega serial – That is me - is here to discuss what exactly she is and what she is up to and the strategies she implements for mere survival. She does not want to publicise her serial I mean the story but felt like penning it, for reasons best known to the protagonist.
What Am I: Born and brought up in a upper middle class Brahmin family, she has got mostly what she wanted, nothing to crib about, but her childhood days were not peaceful and happy as the one she currently is enjoying. Did schooling, graduated first class, learnt computers, journalism and finally fell in love. Loved him to the core, still love him, went for job to escape from home and could meet him also. Point to be noted, the heroine in this mega serial was house arrested for a couple of months, friends managed to bail her out, thanks to them. How she wished she had a twin-sister, who could do everything for her and finally the heroine manages to get all the fame and glory. Something like Dr Jekyll and My Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson.
Many twists and turns in her life, I meant in the serial, I repeat, I don’t wish to sell them to Sun TV, Jaya TV or Vijay TV, I believe this will be another Junoon in the making if they ever read it. Hopefully Huh! There is always been inconsistency in her life, both happiness and sorrow come and go as if they have taken her on a lease. I know happiness is short-lived that doesn’t mean every time she goes through a joyful phase, sadness waits to pounce on her within a short period.
What she wanted to do, yes without complaining, she did for few years and now what she is doing is absolutely driven her bizerk. Senior copy editor in Sify.Com. Where she edits copies, media, visuals and help conceptualise ideas for content generation, do specials and of course not to mention the slideshows I do which promotes Hollywood and Bollywood skin. Honestly, she has become numb to such images, I mean really insensitive huh! And, you know something, content is king in today’s world.
Genuinely, someday she knows she will be doing what she wanted to do, waiting for that day. I mean professional passions.
At home, she is a loving and caring mother, a dutiful wife, welcomes her husband with a smile even when he makes it a point to come home late EVERYDAY! Of course, he makes up by taking the heroine out and getting her whatever she wants. This is just an introduction, if I have the mood the serial will have many episodes to come or it may just be one part. Wait and watch.
What Am I: Born and brought up in a upper middle class Brahmin family, she has got mostly what she wanted, nothing to crib about, but her childhood days were not peaceful and happy as the one she currently is enjoying. Did schooling, graduated first class, learnt computers, journalism and finally fell in love. Loved him to the core, still love him, went for job to escape from home and could meet him also. Point to be noted, the heroine in this mega serial was house arrested for a couple of months, friends managed to bail her out, thanks to them. How she wished she had a twin-sister, who could do everything for her and finally the heroine manages to get all the fame and glory. Something like Dr Jekyll and My Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson.
Many twists and turns in her life, I meant in the serial, I repeat, I don’t wish to sell them to Sun TV, Jaya TV or Vijay TV, I believe this will be another Junoon in the making if they ever read it. Hopefully Huh! There is always been inconsistency in her life, both happiness and sorrow come and go as if they have taken her on a lease. I know happiness is short-lived that doesn’t mean every time she goes through a joyful phase, sadness waits to pounce on her within a short period.
What she wanted to do, yes without complaining, she did for few years and now what she is doing is absolutely driven her bizerk. Senior copy editor in Sify.Com. Where she edits copies, media, visuals and help conceptualise ideas for content generation, do specials and of course not to mention the slideshows I do which promotes Hollywood and Bollywood skin. Honestly, she has become numb to such images, I mean really insensitive huh! And, you know something, content is king in today’s world.
Genuinely, someday she knows she will be doing what she wanted to do, waiting for that day. I mean professional passions.
At home, she is a loving and caring mother, a dutiful wife, welcomes her husband with a smile even when he makes it a point to come home late EVERYDAY! Of course, he makes up by taking the heroine out and getting her whatever she wants. This is just an introduction, if I have the mood the serial will have many episodes to come or it may just be one part. Wait and watch.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Hailstorm in Chennai?
What’s happening to Chennai, a hailstorm that took everyone by surprise?
Was sipping my tea, telling my maid to take the clothes off as it may rain. Suddenly, a call that was my father (Enna Allamkatti Mazhai Yaame). I was like what are you saying, it has not started to rain even, as I was talking I could see big drops and I was telling my son, Arjun could you go out and see if its raining, he was so excited: yes mummy, am running.
Everyone in the flat shouted excitedly, I realised something funny is happening, its not funny huh! It was hailstorm, I could see it combined with sleet descending the city. Though it lasted only for few minutes, it has been an inexplicable experience.
Anything can happen anytime. Not just the climatic changes but am talking about something different now. Something that can’t be shared friends.
Was sipping my tea, telling my maid to take the clothes off as it may rain. Suddenly, a call that was my father (Enna Allamkatti Mazhai Yaame). I was like what are you saying, it has not started to rain even, as I was talking I could see big drops and I was telling my son, Arjun could you go out and see if its raining, he was so excited: yes mummy, am running.
Everyone in the flat shouted excitedly, I realised something funny is happening, its not funny huh! It was hailstorm, I could see it combined with sleet descending the city. Though it lasted only for few minutes, it has been an inexplicable experience.
Anything can happen anytime. Not just the climatic changes but am talking about something different now. Something that can’t be shared friends.
Monday, September 24, 2007
T20- What a match!
Generally I don’t watch cricket, but Twenty20 World Cup was a little inviting because of limited overs. The entire office was excited about India Vs Pakistan match, we had projectors in our open cafeteria and everyone was talking about it, so the tempo was building. Received messages about where I would be watching it. I was like may be will watch it if I have a company, called my hubby about his plans, he was like I need to do a presentation sweetheart, so would you call me later, there again, I thought may be I shouldn’t have called him. Finally, found a company, it was my sister, brother-in-law and Dad at my place. We had cutlets and Tea ready and pakodas were made, as my father loves it. Watched India batting, expected Yuvraj’s sixes but he disappointed me, anyway he did play his part during the series.
Now, it was Pakistan playing. Was a little tensed, as nothing was clear, their batting order was superb, wonder what these guys eat, they just have to touch the ball, it touches the boundaries. Was biting my nails, need to polish them again. By the time the match got over, I had headache, acidity, my blood pressure shot up and of course ignored my son till the match got over.
Every time India got a wicket, we were like so excited, you should have seen my father, he would have smoked at least 15 cigars, not joking, whenever Pak hit a six or a four. When it was only 5 runs for Pak to win, I promised myself that I will never watch India Vs Pakistan, why undergo unnecessary tension. When Misbah ul-Haq threatened to steal victory from India, I was feeling totally depressed, do I even need a reason to get depressed, it sets on me in no time. Surely, it was a match of many twists and turns and we delivered world class cricket and India became the champions of Twenty20.
My father started dancing, so cute, he called his friends, congratulated them, as though they played in the field, so thrilled about the triumph. Crackers were burst and it was a fitting finale to the series. After all we deserved to win. By the way forgot to mention about King Khan, I believe the entire Chak De team was watching the match, saw him wishing the team in the end, truly adore him. There is something about India Vs Pakistan match, those who dislike cricket will also not miss to watch it, some how patriotic feelings creep in and am sure such a game should not to be watched by weak-hearted ones like me. The game of cricket has finally won.
Now, it was Pakistan playing. Was a little tensed, as nothing was clear, their batting order was superb, wonder what these guys eat, they just have to touch the ball, it touches the boundaries. Was biting my nails, need to polish them again. By the time the match got over, I had headache, acidity, my blood pressure shot up and of course ignored my son till the match got over.
Every time India got a wicket, we were like so excited, you should have seen my father, he would have smoked at least 15 cigars, not joking, whenever Pak hit a six or a four. When it was only 5 runs for Pak to win, I promised myself that I will never watch India Vs Pakistan, why undergo unnecessary tension. When Misbah ul-Haq threatened to steal victory from India, I was feeling totally depressed, do I even need a reason to get depressed, it sets on me in no time. Surely, it was a match of many twists and turns and we delivered world class cricket and India became the champions of Twenty20.
My father started dancing, so cute, he called his friends, congratulated them, as though they played in the field, so thrilled about the triumph. Crackers were burst and it was a fitting finale to the series. After all we deserved to win. By the way forgot to mention about King Khan, I believe the entire Chak De team was watching the match, saw him wishing the team in the end, truly adore him. There is something about India Vs Pakistan match, those who dislike cricket will also not miss to watch it, some how patriotic feelings creep in and am sure such a game should not to be watched by weak-hearted ones like me. The game of cricket has finally won.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
The unconditional love in my life
I have never seen him so happy for a long time now, Yes, honestly. Yesterday (September 22) was my father’s birthday. He turned 55. We were excited about his birthday, planned to dine at a hotel in the evening, but he was hesitant because of India Vs Australia match. Daughters coaxed him to step out. Finally, we were at GRT.
He means a lot to me, he is one person in my life who pours out unconditional love. He is there for me always. Words cannot describe the amount of love and respect I for him, I know parents are important for all and they are there for us, but don’t you think they are just taken for granted all the time. Yell at them, disrespect and do everything possible to hurt. Anyway, to me he is my breath. My father is a very simple man. Simple means really simple. You won’t believe we all had great dinner, all that he had was curd rice, he could have had that at home. After a couple of drinks, he just said today has been my best birthday. Got to spend this beautiful day with my grandson (my son) and of course us. Kept thanking us, holding our hands and hugging us, never seen him so emotional.
He means a lot to me, he is one person in my life who pours out unconditional love. He is there for me always. Words cannot describe the amount of love and respect I for him, I know parents are important for all and they are there for us, but don’t you think they are just taken for granted all the time. Yell at them, disrespect and do everything possible to hurt. Anyway, to me he is my breath. My father is a very simple man. Simple means really simple. You won’t believe we all had great dinner, all that he had was curd rice, he could have had that at home. After a couple of drinks, he just said today has been my best birthday. Got to spend this beautiful day with my grandson (my son) and of course us. Kept thanking us, holding our hands and hugging us, never seen him so emotional.
When I fall sick, though my husband is around to take care, I feel I will be okay only when my father takes me to the doctor, somehow just can’t imagine a life without him, totally dependent, In fact sister and I chose a house near my dad’s place as we knew for sure we cannot be without seeing him. As I am writing tears roll down my cheek. I guess I am getting a little emotional. Check out the photo (top) we took on his birthday. Memorable moments.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Drained out
I am officially declaring I am completely washed out (bloody washed out) for many reasons: Do I write or not, those who read am sure will think she is fully nutty, that’s ok I accept before you guys come to a conclusion.
Wonderful Thursday, depressing Friday. Any need to even talk, but the problem with me is am very talkative to people I love. And, finally, fall into trouble. Came to office by 7.45, updations after updations, chat with so called friends, sorry, they are friends, I know, at least they care to say a `Hi’. Actually drifting a little, why do people ask me to write something interesting, aren’t these posts quite interesting. As I write, there is a friend who goes cranky (two in the list for Friday). At this rate, will I have them or not. Scary to even think. Coming back to the point, as if I had a point to write, one doubt why do men carry combs in the pocket, I mean at least showing it all the time behind their ‘b’. Is it not a little indecent. Women also keeping their purse in blouses, as if they haven’t found a place.
Now, am getting a little serious, what did I do, why do people take things offensively, is it wrong to go on and on and even if I do, why cant you ignore or say something. Does punishing serve any purpose. That’s it, signing off, come back again.
Wonderful Thursday, depressing Friday. Any need to even talk, but the problem with me is am very talkative to people I love. And, finally, fall into trouble. Came to office by 7.45, updations after updations, chat with so called friends, sorry, they are friends, I know, at least they care to say a `Hi’. Actually drifting a little, why do people ask me to write something interesting, aren’t these posts quite interesting. As I write, there is a friend who goes cranky (two in the list for Friday). At this rate, will I have them or not. Scary to even think. Coming back to the point, as if I had a point to write, one doubt why do men carry combs in the pocket, I mean at least showing it all the time behind their ‘b’. Is it not a little indecent. Women also keeping their purse in blouses, as if they haven’t found a place.
Now, am getting a little serious, what did I do, why do people take things offensively, is it wrong to go on and on and even if I do, why cant you ignore or say something. Does punishing serve any purpose. That’s it, signing off, come back again.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Being a Brahmin, a fixation I suppose
As I write this post, I am probably asking myself what’s this fixation with Brahmins or being Brahmins. Talking their way, thinking their way, conducting their way. I studied in a convent, wore short skirts and of course had many Christian friends, also ate non-veg and married to a non-Brahmin, what I am, a total mess, a cross I suppose. And, my son, what is he? Half Mallu and half brahmin. My in-laws do not know about this blog of mine, am sure I will be quarantined or disowned for sure. The irony is my FIL who hates Brahmins has to put to with me by default.
Blatant duplicity:
You want your child to study in a convent but should not follow their way of living, talking and behaving, how is it possible, am throwing this question to everyone around, are you hearing?
Those people who don’t eat non-veg at home but go out to eat the same and at the same time make their wives and sisters sit outside their house for those three days (you know what I am talking about) but brush against other women in buses, trains and offices, does it really make any sense. Also, make them wear nine-yards in this sweltering heat. Can I call it hypocrisy, double standards and duplicity.
And there are people like us who hang in between, rebels I suppose, neither leave the tradition nor follow it fully. Talk like Brahmins but behave hip-hop, you know I care nothing for these traditions and say am very trendy. God, please give me a break, I guess we either stick to rules or never follow.
Shifting to Brahmin mode:
Frankly speaking, I too enjoy if my boss is a Brahmin, oh is he Srinivasan or Srikanth, then I guess he must be a Brahmin. Well, now I can get that extra mileage, whenever I want leave I can talk our language, impress him and go on a holiday.
Where is it leading, any idea, especially on a country which is secular and relies on youngsters like us.
Blatant duplicity:
You want your child to study in a convent but should not follow their way of living, talking and behaving, how is it possible, am throwing this question to everyone around, are you hearing?
Those people who don’t eat non-veg at home but go out to eat the same and at the same time make their wives and sisters sit outside their house for those three days (you know what I am talking about) but brush against other women in buses, trains and offices, does it really make any sense. Also, make them wear nine-yards in this sweltering heat. Can I call it hypocrisy, double standards and duplicity.
And there are people like us who hang in between, rebels I suppose, neither leave the tradition nor follow it fully. Talk like Brahmins but behave hip-hop, you know I care nothing for these traditions and say am very trendy. God, please give me a break, I guess we either stick to rules or never follow.
Shifting to Brahmin mode:
Frankly speaking, I too enjoy if my boss is a Brahmin, oh is he Srinivasan or Srikanth, then I guess he must be a Brahmin. Well, now I can get that extra mileage, whenever I want leave I can talk our language, impress him and go on a holiday.
Where is it leading, any idea, especially on a country which is secular and relies on youngsters like us.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Sexy Mom!
Really Malaika Arora Khan is one sexy mom. She can give Beyounce, Jennifer Lopez and Shakira a run for their money. It is unbelievable that she is able to maintain her body this way. What elegance, what charm and what structure. Boy! I am feeling real jealous. Absolute stunner I suppose. With right attributes, Malaika is truly an international star.
If only the control is in our hands, there will be many sexy moms. No flabs at all, how did she manage but, is it because of liposuction and even it is because of that do you think one can maintain oneself without strict diet. Amazed at her beauty, bowled over actually. This Chaiyaa Chaiyaa girl really has an aura that intimidates on lookers but am sure she keeps them at bay.
Would surely achieve my goals sooner, you know what I am talking about. Sooner or later
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Illogical language
English is an illogical language. Somethings I would like to share it with you guys:
How do we pronounce Hatch and Yatch!
A boxing ring is square
A sweet meat has nothing to do with meat
Plural of goose is geese and the plural of moose is meese
Then why is booth not beeth but booths.
If only the control is in our hands, there will be many sexy moms. No flabs at all, how did she manage but, is it because of liposuction and even it is because of that do you think one can maintain oneself without strict diet. Amazed at her beauty, bowled over actually. This Chaiyaa Chaiyaa girl really has an aura that intimidates on lookers but am sure she keeps them at bay.
Would surely achieve my goals sooner, you know what I am talking about. Sooner or later
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Illogical language
English is an illogical language. Somethings I would like to share it with you guys:
How do we pronounce Hatch and Yatch!
A boxing ring is square
A sweet meat has nothing to do with meat
Plural of goose is geese and the plural of moose is meese
Then why is booth not beeth but booths.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Questions that put me off
How was your weekend? What’s this question, really, I don’t know why, but just can’t stand this. I have started to dread Monday’s because I have to face this, you won’t believe, I am just bored of answering. Why am I questioned, do I do the same? No, I never do it.
Secondly, Friday’s too, what’s the plan for the weekend, Can I not be asked these queries. Hey even in any case I plan something, is it necessary that I have to reveal. Even if my weekend was bad, can you do anything about it. Of course, I understand these are asked out of politeness but not all the time. I feel weekends just don’t work out the way I want it to be because…god knows what the reasons are! Is it because they ask me?
Somehow I like my weekdays, may be I love the routine, its all planned and goes smooth as per schedule. Friday evening, I become all jittery, what I do the next two days, Am ok not doing anything also but the fact that something might crop up, frightens me. Like for example: Hubby calls me to visit his relatives, paying the bills, buying groceries. I just can’t do these things, thank god, He does everything (Love you man). I love to laze around, wake up late in the morning, think and think, go for a wash at my convenience, play with my son. Oh please, some days to myself, really.
Secondly, Friday’s too, what’s the plan for the weekend, Can I not be asked these queries. Hey even in any case I plan something, is it necessary that I have to reveal. Even if my weekend was bad, can you do anything about it. Of course, I understand these are asked out of politeness but not all the time. I feel weekends just don’t work out the way I want it to be because…god knows what the reasons are! Is it because they ask me?
Somehow I like my weekdays, may be I love the routine, its all planned and goes smooth as per schedule. Friday evening, I become all jittery, what I do the next two days, Am ok not doing anything also but the fact that something might crop up, frightens me. Like for example: Hubby calls me to visit his relatives, paying the bills, buying groceries. I just can’t do these things, thank god, He does everything (Love you man). I love to laze around, wake up late in the morning, think and think, go for a wash at my convenience, play with my son. Oh please, some days to myself, really.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Befitting comment
A comment that truly touched my heart, guess what, it talks volumes and volumes about Chennai and a befitting reply to all those who are out there to slam Chennai.
Thanks Venus:
Chennai means many thing to many people. Amazing city! Just thingk f if, from a fishing hamlet to a world-city, all in a space of a short time, historically speaking. What's best about Chennai? Like other world citties, it permits criticism. It accommodates, anyone can get in there and make him/herself at home. There are some factors that are not too well recognised, in fact taken for granted. One such is the bus transport system. From one corner to another, all in one bus, it still possible.The people, not the crafty kind all of them. They do exist, still it takes many to make a city. There is a particular sense of directness and warmth about a Madrasi. Like him or hate him, its black and white. Fight with him and then sit a get drunk with him that evening. Life goes on, and on.Who riducules Chennai? Sadly,those who have stood to gain from it, those who migrated into the city in search of jobs, in search of livelihood. Chennai gave it to them, and gets it from them too.What about the original Chennaivasi? The ubiquitous, but uncared for fishermen of the coast. They will live for you, die for you if they are your friend. That is what a true Chennai guy / gal is. What's the way out? Chennai is far too accomodative to strike back at its critics. Like a confident elephant, the rolls on. Men may come and men may go, they may criticise and cry hoarse, but the city wil go on, and on, and on... accommodating, taking in, internalising and yet maintaining its own. It is an attribute, not just of Chennai, but of all great cities. Chennai Tamil, so reviled and so deprecated, yet it has got its own taste and directness. What makes Chennai tick? Its people. Just think of it, like all great cities, Chennai is but an agglomoration of villages. Any doubts? Take a look at any government documentation, particularly regarding land. There it will be, the history of a city, that will always be.As for its critics, they know not what they talk about!
Thanks Venus:
Chennai means many thing to many people. Amazing city! Just thingk f if, from a fishing hamlet to a world-city, all in a space of a short time, historically speaking. What's best about Chennai? Like other world citties, it permits criticism. It accommodates, anyone can get in there and make him/herself at home. There are some factors that are not too well recognised, in fact taken for granted. One such is the bus transport system. From one corner to another, all in one bus, it still possible.The people, not the crafty kind all of them. They do exist, still it takes many to make a city. There is a particular sense of directness and warmth about a Madrasi. Like him or hate him, its black and white. Fight with him and then sit a get drunk with him that evening. Life goes on, and on.Who riducules Chennai? Sadly,those who have stood to gain from it, those who migrated into the city in search of jobs, in search of livelihood. Chennai gave it to them, and gets it from them too.What about the original Chennaivasi? The ubiquitous, but uncared for fishermen of the coast. They will live for you, die for you if they are your friend. That is what a true Chennai guy / gal is. What's the way out? Chennai is far too accomodative to strike back at its critics. Like a confident elephant, the rolls on. Men may come and men may go, they may criticise and cry hoarse, but the city wil go on, and on, and on... accommodating, taking in, internalising and yet maintaining its own. It is an attribute, not just of Chennai, but of all great cities. Chennai Tamil, so reviled and so deprecated, yet it has got its own taste and directness. What makes Chennai tick? Its people. Just think of it, like all great cities, Chennai is but an agglomoration of villages. Any doubts? Take a look at any government documentation, particularly regarding land. There it will be, the history of a city, that will always be.As for its critics, they know not what they talk about!
One more (again)
You guys must watch this movie: The Quiet. Just watched it last night. After much pondering, hubby and I sat to watch a movie, of course son was disturbing us midway, coaxing us to play his favourite film the Spiderman! How many times to watch it, I have the dialogues by-heart. The Quiet, I chose the film, the name was inviting, Started to watch. Excellent dialogues, it made me to think and think, in fact wanted to introduce a few in my blog too, but I forgot. Totally unimpressive and at the same time very funny. The movie revolves around just four important characters, the mother, the father, the teen daughter and an adopted teen girl.
Funniest and the most yuckiest part of the movie (rather the storyline) is that the daughter sleeps with her father. Zapped I was, telling my hubby what is this movie man, every time any intimate scenes came, my son used to studiously cover his face with the rajai.
We wanted watch another one, but the plot became too interesting we waited till the finish. Intriguing because the adopted daughter and the wife knew all along about this affair. The daughter sleeps with the father if she wanted to do a late night (a kind of bribe). Finally, she is not able to take it up and wants to run away, the father comes to know about her plans and tries to rape her, there comes the adopted daughter and the mother to rescue her.
My question is if the daughter was not interested in the first place, why should she encourage him. Anyway, it’s a movie, still very unenduring to me. No words to describe such relationships, Man he is your father. Please! and she is your daughter!
Funniest and the most yuckiest part of the movie (rather the storyline) is that the daughter sleeps with her father. Zapped I was, telling my hubby what is this movie man, every time any intimate scenes came, my son used to studiously cover his face with the rajai.
We wanted watch another one, but the plot became too interesting we waited till the finish. Intriguing because the adopted daughter and the wife knew all along about this affair. The daughter sleeps with the father if she wanted to do a late night (a kind of bribe). Finally, she is not able to take it up and wants to run away, the father comes to know about her plans and tries to rape her, there comes the adopted daughter and the mother to rescue her.
My question is if the daughter was not interested in the first place, why should she encourage him. Anyway, it’s a movie, still very unenduring to me. No words to describe such relationships, Man he is your father. Please! and she is your daughter!
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Chennai — The Place
Lots of people have written lots of things about Chennai. Still there is lot more to talk and write about my city --- Chennai. If someone says they don’t like Chennai, they just get on my nerves. I am proud to be a Chennaiite, more appropriately a Madrasi.
Chennai allows you to be yourself. Wherever I go I feel incredibly impatient to return to my home – that’s Chennai. I have had heated arguments with my man, every time he criticises this place. My in-laws are NRIs, they were in South Africa for very many years. If they felt Chennai was a stingy place to be, just asking a simple question, why did they choose to settle here. They could have settled in Kerala (they hail from there). No city is perfect, all cities have both positive and negative effects. But, Chennai is one place where you can live with Rs 50 and Rs 50 L. Different people from different spectrums can have an enjoyable living. It is trendy and traditional, it can be stinky, so what, as if we don’t stink. You can find warm people, people who really help humanity. If we have a fall on the road, we have people to give us soda. No city, am sure will help anybody this way. The very thought that this place thinks for others, makes me feel proud.
I have my friends, at least not in front of me, talk ill about this place. They are not from this place. One is from the north and the other from middle-east. Just a chat conversation but that really irked, they are exchanging conversation talking ill about Chennai, as if they are from utopia.
However, what makes this place so special is that, one can be a vibrant hip-hop girl at one moment and culturally classic demur too. Talking about smell, you can inhale nice filter coffee in the mornings and at the same time tanky cooum too. Where can you experience such a combination. More importantly, compared to major metros, Chennai is safer. I have finished my night shifts and have travelled at 2 am. Absolutely safe, knock wood, I haven’t encountered anything dangerous. I love Chennai autowallas, T Nagar, the temples, traffic jams, potholes, the cops who shamelessly ask for bribes and of course the curd rice. There are so many things to explore. One can strike a fine balance here, Chennai allows you to be a Peter and a Poriki.
Chennai allows you to be yourself. Wherever I go I feel incredibly impatient to return to my home – that’s Chennai. I have had heated arguments with my man, every time he criticises this place. My in-laws are NRIs, they were in South Africa for very many years. If they felt Chennai was a stingy place to be, just asking a simple question, why did they choose to settle here. They could have settled in Kerala (they hail from there). No city is perfect, all cities have both positive and negative effects. But, Chennai is one place where you can live with Rs 50 and Rs 50 L. Different people from different spectrums can have an enjoyable living. It is trendy and traditional, it can be stinky, so what, as if we don’t stink. You can find warm people, people who really help humanity. If we have a fall on the road, we have people to give us soda. No city, am sure will help anybody this way. The very thought that this place thinks for others, makes me feel proud.
I have my friends, at least not in front of me, talk ill about this place. They are not from this place. One is from the north and the other from middle-east. Just a chat conversation but that really irked, they are exchanging conversation talking ill about Chennai, as if they are from utopia.
However, what makes this place so special is that, one can be a vibrant hip-hop girl at one moment and culturally classic demur too. Talking about smell, you can inhale nice filter coffee in the mornings and at the same time tanky cooum too. Where can you experience such a combination. More importantly, compared to major metros, Chennai is safer. I have finished my night shifts and have travelled at 2 am. Absolutely safe, knock wood, I haven’t encountered anything dangerous. I love Chennai autowallas, T Nagar, the temples, traffic jams, potholes, the cops who shamelessly ask for bribes and of course the curd rice. There are so many things to explore. One can strike a fine balance here, Chennai allows you to be a Peter and a Poriki.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Random writing
Tired of troubling and straining my little head. Little because I am not pig headed (if only He reads). Surely will be in trouble, no really, I am not one. So, that does mean I can take a break from thinking, No, even if I want to, I can’t. So hopefully….
Driving:
You are destine to travel in your life. From one point to another, so lets make life simple for us and for the co-commuters. Let us not get into the idea or goal of winning anyone. I will never race or can race on the road. Imagine, the guy doesn’t even know he is in the race. Try and love your fellow travellers as yourself. Do not feel jealous of what car he or she has. Imagine, cursing a jam-packed road in a Honda City, My My, can’t imagine. Always better to have a smaller vehicle, talking in today’s scenario. The idea of possessing high-end cars holds no water these days.
A dreamer
Always think why shouldn’t have this happened, instead of this. Dream about perfection, dream about struggle free life, Why not `me’ and not `her’.
Driving:
You are destine to travel in your life. From one point to another, so lets make life simple for us and for the co-commuters. Let us not get into the idea or goal of winning anyone. I will never race or can race on the road. Imagine, the guy doesn’t even know he is in the race. Try and love your fellow travellers as yourself. Do not feel jealous of what car he or she has. Imagine, cursing a jam-packed road in a Honda City, My My, can’t imagine. Always better to have a smaller vehicle, talking in today’s scenario. The idea of possessing high-end cars holds no water these days.
A dreamer
Always think why shouldn’t have this happened, instead of this. Dream about perfection, dream about struggle free life, Why not `me’ and not `her’.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Miss Confusion
As far as my professional life is concerned I am totally confused and as far as my personal life is concerned I am utterly confused and as far as love in my life is concerned … hmmmmmm Why should I reveal. Let me find answers for the first two confusions.
Profession: What am I doing, Cut, Copy, Paste. Wow, how creative. I know for sure my skills are dying, as if I had one. Boredom is not the word to describe the kind of job I am in. Everyday do the same thing again and again. Act as if I am tied up, if only my boss reads this blog, I am finished. It’s ok, let him, at least he will know why my company’s quitting rate is high.
Another fear, will I be able to shine if I move out to join another company, pretty doubtful. Oh god, they will be thinking who have I hired!!! Please god give me the strength and also a little bit of knowledge. How hypocritical I can also be, I tell my ex-colleagues, Oh I am in this job, I have learnt a lot. You know what blogging means, podcast, broadband, vlogs, (what’s that). Am sure if only they know what I am doing here, they would not consider me a journalist. Anyways, I blame myself for everything, surely not the institution (how safe one can be).
Now, personal life. Jeezzzzzzzzz. Scary to write, sent my blog link to hubby, he feels I have lost my sanity. Hey come on, little is left. Nice house, great kid, handsome husband, a maid who has made everything easy for me and of course little money. But… there are always ifs and buts in life.
Profession: What am I doing, Cut, Copy, Paste. Wow, how creative. I know for sure my skills are dying, as if I had one. Boredom is not the word to describe the kind of job I am in. Everyday do the same thing again and again. Act as if I am tied up, if only my boss reads this blog, I am finished. It’s ok, let him, at least he will know why my company’s quitting rate is high.
Another fear, will I be able to shine if I move out to join another company, pretty doubtful. Oh god, they will be thinking who have I hired!!! Please god give me the strength and also a little bit of knowledge. How hypocritical I can also be, I tell my ex-colleagues, Oh I am in this job, I have learnt a lot. You know what blogging means, podcast, broadband, vlogs, (what’s that). Am sure if only they know what I am doing here, they would not consider me a journalist. Anyways, I blame myself for everything, surely not the institution (how safe one can be).
Now, personal life. Jeezzzzzzzzz. Scary to write, sent my blog link to hubby, he feels I have lost my sanity. Hey come on, little is left. Nice house, great kid, handsome husband, a maid who has made everything easy for me and of course little money. But… there are always ifs and buts in life.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Hockey, the new rage
Thanks to Shah Rukh Khan and Chak De India. Hockey has been proving to be a rage among masses. Chak De’s popularity has brought a welcome attention to the sport per say. It is the new mantra everywhere. I have always felt hockey is a better game than cricket. The neglected national game has been brought to glory, thanks to Yash banners. Also, I have never watched the game in my life, but after the movie, I feel this sport everyone should watch and rave about. Please, lets not hero-worship our failed cricket buddies. The real heroes are our Hockey guys and girls.
Ghosts – Do they exist or not!
It was a nice evening, we were listening to RD Burman songs, talking about Kishore Kumar, my friend proudly exhibiting his knowledge about old Hindi songs. From nowhere they started talking about ghosts, each one narrating their experiences. Real spooky, I was getting goosebumps. Started in his bedroom, then dinner table and continued till I left his place at 12 in the night. Pleaded them to stop, I guess they were too engrossed. I didn’t want to hear and at the same time it was too interesting to pretend as if I didn’t want to.
Ghosts – from childhood I feared them, I have heard enough stories. As I am writing, I feel a little eerie. Lights are still not on in office, chose to write about them when my colleague is sitting next to me, some moral support. If I tell I don’t believe in them, they may appear. Frankly speaking, I know they are there. As long as they don’t possess me, I am fine. The fear is more in the nights, after the lights are off, I feel somebody is standing next to me. Honestly, not joking at all. I never turn to the right side because I feel they are right there.
Coming back to that evening, they could have spoken about anything, as if there was nothing else to talk about. Deliberately, my friend went on and on. In fact, my bed which was little close to the window has been pulled in the front. My friend told me she stayed in a haunted house and could hear wild noises from the window. Everyday I move my bed, little by little, my husband thinks I am nuts and says you are the biggest ghost, why should they be behind you. Ha ha ha. Easy for him to say, it is only me who is going through this. He sleeps like a log. In fact, I get good sleep only after 4 am.
The definition of ghosts: A ghost is defined as the apparition of a deceased person, frequently similar in appearance to that person, and encountered in places she or he frequented, or in association with the person’s former belongings. The word "ghost" may also refer to the spirit or soul of a deceased person, or to any spirit or demon.
Ghosts are often associated with haunting, which is, according to the Parapsychological Association, “the more or less regular occurrence of paranormal phenomena associated with a particular locality (especially a building) and usually attributed to the activities of a discarnate entity; the phenomena may include apparitions, poltergeist disturbances, cold drafts, sounds of footsteps and voices, and various smell.”
Seriously asking, they are around right?
Ghosts – from childhood I feared them, I have heard enough stories. As I am writing, I feel a little eerie. Lights are still not on in office, chose to write about them when my colleague is sitting next to me, some moral support. If I tell I don’t believe in them, they may appear. Frankly speaking, I know they are there. As long as they don’t possess me, I am fine. The fear is more in the nights, after the lights are off, I feel somebody is standing next to me. Honestly, not joking at all. I never turn to the right side because I feel they are right there.
Coming back to that evening, they could have spoken about anything, as if there was nothing else to talk about. Deliberately, my friend went on and on. In fact, my bed which was little close to the window has been pulled in the front. My friend told me she stayed in a haunted house and could hear wild noises from the window. Everyday I move my bed, little by little, my husband thinks I am nuts and says you are the biggest ghost, why should they be behind you. Ha ha ha. Easy for him to say, it is only me who is going through this. He sleeps like a log. In fact, I get good sleep only after 4 am.
The definition of ghosts: A ghost is defined as the apparition of a deceased person, frequently similar in appearance to that person, and encountered in places she or he frequented, or in association with the person’s former belongings. The word "ghost" may also refer to the spirit or soul of a deceased person, or to any spirit or demon.
Ghosts are often associated with haunting, which is, according to the Parapsychological Association, “the more or less regular occurrence of paranormal phenomena associated with a particular locality (especially a building) and usually attributed to the activities of a discarnate entity; the phenomena may include apparitions, poltergeist disturbances, cold drafts, sounds of footsteps and voices, and various smell.”
Seriously asking, they are around right?
Monday, September 10, 2007
Sleepless nights
I love to sleep, have slept for 16 hours a day, the moment I see my bed I used to feel sleepy, now things have changed, I am sleep deprived, toss and turn, think about all the wildest things possible, I have been trying to control my thoughts for a long time now, literally battling with them, weird feelings and thoughts keep rankling. But, my fate, it overpowers, rules and finally I have reached a point where I dread nights.
My mother always used to say start counting numbers when we you don’t get sleep, and I have always done that, day before night, I counted, counted, counted and it crossed 5800, what the hell, what a waste of time, still didn’t get it, may be should have stepped out to watch TV, but felt lazy. Was gazing at my son, what an angel he is, sleeping peacefully, husband was snoring, I knew he too was fast asleep. What do I do, expect continue thinking. Madness, still haven’t got my sleep, may be should start taking sleeping pills, used to actually at one point of time, when I used to do my night shifts, then I was scared I could get addicted. Now, the same creepy feeling is haunting me. Should I or should I not. Frustrated, depressed, no satisfaction and disgusted. Why am I feeling these things, reasons I really don’t know. Of late been cribbing too much. Truly, my life is not that bad. I am enjoying my life to some extent. May be since I have everything in my life I want, I feel depressed. Stupid I am. That’s human nature, never get satisfied. Wants more, more and more.
Now, coming back to my nights, can someone tell me what I should do to get my sleep back. I have always been called the sleeping beauty, but now I am craving for one.Life is rude to me.
My mother always used to say start counting numbers when we you don’t get sleep, and I have always done that, day before night, I counted, counted, counted and it crossed 5800, what the hell, what a waste of time, still didn’t get it, may be should have stepped out to watch TV, but felt lazy. Was gazing at my son, what an angel he is, sleeping peacefully, husband was snoring, I knew he too was fast asleep. What do I do, expect continue thinking. Madness, still haven’t got my sleep, may be should start taking sleeping pills, used to actually at one point of time, when I used to do my night shifts, then I was scared I could get addicted. Now, the same creepy feeling is haunting me. Should I or should I not. Frustrated, depressed, no satisfaction and disgusted. Why am I feeling these things, reasons I really don’t know. Of late been cribbing too much. Truly, my life is not that bad. I am enjoying my life to some extent. May be since I have everything in my life I want, I feel depressed. Stupid I am. That’s human nature, never get satisfied. Wants more, more and more.
Now, coming back to my nights, can someone tell me what I should do to get my sleep back. I have always been called the sleeping beauty, but now I am craving for one.Life is rude to me.
Truly a winner
All who hated him, at least that’s what it seemed, finally fell for him. Loved him, worshipped him, spent quality time with him and also slept with him.
He is this, He is that, how can someone associate with him, shucks, can’t imagine. These were the words, but heart of hearts they began to fall for him. How can you blame him, he was open at least, not faking like you girls. Now, he is having the last laugh.
He is this, He is that, how can someone associate with him, shucks, can’t imagine. These were the words, but heart of hearts they began to fall for him. How can you blame him, he was open at least, not faking like you girls. Now, he is having the last laugh.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Need a break!
I just can't do this anymore, can't pretend any longer, when you pretend you get caught, everything around you is wrong.The truth is beginning to show.There is so much wrong... but I really don't know where to begin.Stifled. I’m feeling stifled. Stifled by the stupidity that is my life.Why do we have to paint a happy face on sorrow?Why dO we put up with hypocrisy?I don’t have an answer. May be I don’t WANT an answer.No repetition. No comebacks. I am backing out, because i know i am not boldI’ve had it and i am tired. Period.
Sorry: What does it mean actually?
He said sorry, does it mean, he repents for what he did or is he trying to patch up to show the world everything is normal or was he bored or is it just a lip service.
Sorry, I am bored of hearing that from him. You can be sorry if you know for sure you wouldn’t repeat it, in this case, I doubt it, now, do I accept the sorry or just ignore it.
My sister says don’t forgive, my father says enough is enough. Actually speaking, I am confused now.
….
What I wear: Hey please give me a break, I will wear whatever I want, do I interfere, then who the hell gave the right to interfere in what I do.
He: Where are you going?
She: To the temple
He: Why saree?
She: To myself (be happy I am in a sari, not walking naked)
He: Why look so dressy?
She: I love to dress, anything wrong, at least not the shabby type
He: What time will you be back?
She: Late
He: But, only to the temple, right?
She; Now, I lose my temper
He: What time will you be back? (Again)
She: Finally, by 9, I guess
Leaves me, because he gets a call. Now, I am all set to leave. I am near the door, wearing my slippers.
He: What time will you be back?
Now I know for sure, there is something wrong with him. I guess, his upstairs, nutty guy.
She; Thought I just told you. I scoot from that place.
God, when can I be not answerable to people. Till 23, it was my father, then my man and a little later my son I guess. Can you not relieve me from these questions. Do I not deserve freedom or does these questions mean, they really care for you. Whatever, I am done with these questions, now its going to be my life and better nobody interfere. You want to see the other side? You will repent.
Sorry, I am bored of hearing that from him. You can be sorry if you know for sure you wouldn’t repeat it, in this case, I doubt it, now, do I accept the sorry or just ignore it.
My sister says don’t forgive, my father says enough is enough. Actually speaking, I am confused now.
….
What I wear: Hey please give me a break, I will wear whatever I want, do I interfere, then who the hell gave the right to interfere in what I do.
He: Where are you going?
She: To the temple
He: Why saree?
She: To myself (be happy I am in a sari, not walking naked)
He: Why look so dressy?
She: I love to dress, anything wrong, at least not the shabby type
He: What time will you be back?
She: Late
He: But, only to the temple, right?
She; Now, I lose my temper
He: What time will you be back? (Again)
She: Finally, by 9, I guess
Leaves me, because he gets a call. Now, I am all set to leave. I am near the door, wearing my slippers.
He: What time will you be back?
Now I know for sure, there is something wrong with him. I guess, his upstairs, nutty guy.
She; Thought I just told you. I scoot from that place.
God, when can I be not answerable to people. Till 23, it was my father, then my man and a little later my son I guess. Can you not relieve me from these questions. Do I not deserve freedom or does these questions mean, they really care for you. Whatever, I am done with these questions, now its going to be my life and better nobody interfere. You want to see the other side? You will repent.
Questions for beginners
1. Were you named after anyone?
I dont think so
2. Do you wish on stars?
All th time
3. When did you last cry?
Very recently, just yesterday
4. Do you like your handwriting?
Very much
5. What is your favourite snack?
Cutlet
6. What is your most embarrassing CD on your shelf?
Nothing at all, great colletion, have excellent taste in music
7. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you?
Absoutely
8.Are you a daredevil?
Hmmm, not at all
9. How do you release anger?
By crying, shouting. Also, depends on situation and the people I get angry with. A tantrum
queen with my husband
10. Where is your second home?
Gandhi Nagar, Adyar
11. Do you trust others easily?
Not now, used, what an idiot i was
12. What was your favourite toy as a child?
ohh, had lots, liked my collection of dolls, use to shampoo them everyday.
13. What class in school/college do you think is totally useless?
All of it
14. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
I give as good as I get.
15. Have you ever been in a mosh pit?
What does it mean?
16.What do you look for in a guy/gal?
Everything that i dont have
17. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
I have stopped wearing shoes
18.what's your favourite ice cream?
Hmmm, strawberry
19. What are your favourite colours?
Black and Maroon
20 What are your least favourite things?
Strange questions
21. How many people do you have a crush on right now?
Hmmm, only one, so far
22. Who do you miss most right now?
My son, my bed, feeling very sleepy, friends and the one i have recently fallen in love with
23. What are you listening to right now?
My colleague, asking questions, Monday morning. gosh, let me be alone please!!!!
24. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?
blue or maroon
25. What is the weather like right now?
Hotttttttttttt
26. Last person you talked to on the phone?
My sister
27. The "first" thing you notice about the opposite sex?
Looks, looks and smell
28. Do you like the person who sent you this?
Yup, why dislike someone, after all we live only one life
29. How are you today?
Blank right now
30. Favourite non alcoholic drink?
Any fresh juice
31. Favourite alcoholic drink?
Nothing
32. Natural hair colour?
Brown
33. Eye colour?
Dark brown
34. Wear contacts?
No
35. Siblings?
yep.. 1
36. Favourite month?
January
37.Favourite food?
Love south indian food
38. Favourite day of the year?
Quite a few
39. Have you ever been too shy to ask someone out?
I never ask
40. Scary movies or happy endings?
Happy endings
41. Summer or winter?
winter
42. Holi or Diwali?
Diwali undoubtedly
43. Do you like your name?
Yup!
44. What book/magazine are you reading?
Something my friend gave, yet to start, forgot the name
45. What's on your mouse pad?
No mouse pad
46. What did you watch on TV last night?
Kabhi Khushi Khabi Ghum
I dont think so
2. Do you wish on stars?
All th time
3. When did you last cry?
Very recently, just yesterday
4. Do you like your handwriting?
Very much
5. What is your favourite snack?
Cutlet
6. What is your most embarrassing CD on your shelf?
Nothing at all, great colletion, have excellent taste in music
7. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you?
Absoutely
8.Are you a daredevil?
Hmmm, not at all
9. How do you release anger?
By crying, shouting. Also, depends on situation and the people I get angry with. A tantrum
queen with my husband
10. Where is your second home?
Gandhi Nagar, Adyar
11. Do you trust others easily?
Not now, used, what an idiot i was
12. What was your favourite toy as a child?
ohh, had lots, liked my collection of dolls, use to shampoo them everyday.
13. What class in school/college do you think is totally useless?
All of it
14. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
I give as good as I get.
15. Have you ever been in a mosh pit?
What does it mean?
16.What do you look for in a guy/gal?
Everything that i dont have
17. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
I have stopped wearing shoes
18.what's your favourite ice cream?
Hmmm, strawberry
19. What are your favourite colours?
Black and Maroon
20 What are your least favourite things?
Strange questions
21. How many people do you have a crush on right now?
Hmmm, only one, so far
22. Who do you miss most right now?
My son, my bed, feeling very sleepy, friends and the one i have recently fallen in love with
23. What are you listening to right now?
My colleague, asking questions, Monday morning. gosh, let me be alone please!!!!
24. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?
blue or maroon
25. What is the weather like right now?
Hotttttttttttt
26. Last person you talked to on the phone?
My sister
27. The "first" thing you notice about the opposite sex?
Looks, looks and smell
28. Do you like the person who sent you this?
Yup, why dislike someone, after all we live only one life
29. How are you today?
Blank right now
30. Favourite non alcoholic drink?
Any fresh juice
31. Favourite alcoholic drink?
Nothing
32. Natural hair colour?
Brown
33. Eye colour?
Dark brown
34. Wear contacts?
No
35. Siblings?
yep.. 1
36. Favourite month?
January
37.Favourite food?
Love south indian food
38. Favourite day of the year?
Quite a few
39. Have you ever been too shy to ask someone out?
I never ask
40. Scary movies or happy endings?
Happy endings
41. Summer or winter?
winter
42. Holi or Diwali?
Diwali undoubtedly
43. Do you like your name?
Yup!
44. What book/magazine are you reading?
Something my friend gave, yet to start, forgot the name
45. What's on your mouse pad?
No mouse pad
46. What did you watch on TV last night?
Kabhi Khushi Khabi Ghum
Don’t be yourself
Am not myself for variety of reasons – This is what I was my friend told. Why should one always be themselves all the time. Change is inevitable. They can be anybody at some point in time in their life and later get back to being themselves. You will realise how worthy you are. Secondly, feeling unreciprocated. Be happy that they did not hear you. What if the reciprocation hurts you. Worst than getting an answer. Thirdly, about getting misunderstand, who the hell is bothered these days, if they misunderstand, let them, that’s their problem. Even if you explain to them, they have already made up their mind. Chuck them yaar and watch Chak De India!
Cribbing friend
How much ever attention I give him, he still cribs, actually speaking don’t know how to satisfy him. I obviously can’t tell him, hey Samy I miss you so much and that you know how I wish we could see each other everyday. Friendship attains certain level of maturity after a point. It is pointless to say everyday I miss you, I love you my friend. Heart speaks not the lip over the years. Hope he understands. Will he?
To wait, irritates me
To wait, irritates me
I have waited for many people on many occasions but now waiting to be picked up irritates me more than anytime. Hungry too, where on earth is she, (Sister) who promised to pick me after her shopping. Damn her, shopping without me, anyways wouldn’t say much as she is carrying, I am going to be to an aunt soon, ha ha ha. Lots of things happened very soon in my life. Boyfriend, husband, kid and now an aunt-to-be. Things never waited to take over me, very over-powering by nature. Be it friends or foes. Seriously asking, does it irritate everyone to wait. I hate waiting.
I have waited for many people on many occasions but now waiting to be picked up irritates me more than anytime. Hungry too, where on earth is she, (Sister) who promised to pick me after her shopping. Damn her, shopping without me, anyways wouldn’t say much as she is carrying, I am going to be to an aunt soon, ha ha ha. Lots of things happened very soon in my life. Boyfriend, husband, kid and now an aunt-to-be. Things never waited to take over me, very over-powering by nature. Be it friends or foes. Seriously asking, does it irritate everyone to wait. I hate waiting.
Being alone
Have you felt lonely, felt something is missing, even when people are around, have you felt you are somewhere in an island, if you have felt so, then I must say you are very lucky. Being alone is really wonderful. Absolute bliss. You just can be yourself, no inhibitions whatsoever. Right now, I am feeling lonely, no husband, no kid, no responsibilities. It’s like going back to my college days. Schooling: Never enjoyed, it was full of tension for reasons like: Math, tuition, fights at home and nobody to rely on.
Now, things have changed a lot, I know who I can trust and whom not to. But this loneliness is short-lived just the way happiness stays for a short while. After few hours, it is going to be back to routine. Did my son eat well, sleep properly, his nails cut, shoes polished for Monday school and of course, has he studied for his quarterly exams. Bull shit, he is just a kid, how to tax him. Never would want him to go through what I underwent when I was a kid. That one thing I promised to myself when he was born.
Now, things have changed a lot, I know who I can trust and whom not to. But this loneliness is short-lived just the way happiness stays for a short while. After few hours, it is going to be back to routine. Did my son eat well, sleep properly, his nails cut, shoes polished for Monday school and of course, has he studied for his quarterly exams. Bull shit, he is just a kid, how to tax him. Never would want him to go through what I underwent when I was a kid. That one thing I promised to myself when he was born.
All for you
It was He who wanted to me write. Never thought I would have a blog on my own.
I am a person, who never listens to what people say, even when it comes to people who really matter. But, when He said, I thought I must start one. This is done purely out of respect for him and not for anything else.
Respect comes only when they also respect you and give you utmost importance. He is that kind of a person. Encourages everybody and stays around when one faces difficult times in life.
It all started when we were talking about left-handers and how I am getting addicted to Orkut. He suggested Why don’t you blog instead of wasting time in Orkut. May be what he is saying is true, I am literally wasting precious time, checking out scraps of people who hide themselves.
Since both of us are left-handers (southpaw), I casually mentioned it’s amazing that we didn’t know we were one. That’s when He told me, left-handers are more creative, as the right side of their brain is very active. I accept that He is but I doubt whether I am one. Anyways, I thought let me give it a shot. My first post, and I dedicate this to Him.
Now, since this there are no hard and fast rules of how to blog – basically it’s about being true to yourself, I plan to open up everything about me. Getting into the cyber space, connecting with minds and ideas. Having said this I wish to share some of my experiences that made me evolve as a person. Good or bad, I really do not know!
I am a person, who never listens to what people say, even when it comes to people who really matter. But, when He said, I thought I must start one. This is done purely out of respect for him and not for anything else.
Respect comes only when they also respect you and give you utmost importance. He is that kind of a person. Encourages everybody and stays around when one faces difficult times in life.
It all started when we were talking about left-handers and how I am getting addicted to Orkut. He suggested Why don’t you blog instead of wasting time in Orkut. May be what he is saying is true, I am literally wasting precious time, checking out scraps of people who hide themselves.
Since both of us are left-handers (southpaw), I casually mentioned it’s amazing that we didn’t know we were one. That’s when He told me, left-handers are more creative, as the right side of their brain is very active. I accept that He is but I doubt whether I am one. Anyways, I thought let me give it a shot. My first post, and I dedicate this to Him.
Now, since this there are no hard and fast rules of how to blog – basically it’s about being true to yourself, I plan to open up everything about me. Getting into the cyber space, connecting with minds and ideas. Having said this I wish to share some of my experiences that made me evolve as a person. Good or bad, I really do not know!
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