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.
Friday, September 28, 2007
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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