Questions!!

 

I am the most confused soul ever born on earth. I cannot decide the simplest of things for myself. Quite a lot of questions loom about in my dumb head!!

Should I blog?

Ok this question has been on my mind ever since I started blogging. It was a quick, sudden decision.  I had always loved anything associated with reading and writing and hence the blogging bug caught me. Not that I put up posts daily or put up quality posts about issues of national importance but I did enjoy writing whatever I wrote. But now with my language levels dropping to an all time low I feel embarrassed to even log into blogger.com. (If you had known me in college then you know what I am speaking about. These days all I can manage to type out is the daily status mail) I just read posts. May be I should just stick to reading.

Should I become selfish?

My dad yesterday emphasized the fact that I should(must) save money for myself. Till date I have never felt any need. May be I am wrong. I mean my requirements are modest. Apart from my basic needs there are very few things that I need and nah I don’t have future plans. I don’t have ambitions of building a house for myself, buying a car, getting married (to me these are huge needs and therefore money needs to be saved.). Alright I need to study further. A BSc degree is no good I know. Should think about it and I know I have umpteen options which would leave me confused.

What about post graduation?

Last week I spoke to my chitti who is an English teacher at PSBB. I envy her totally. When I declared that CAT and MBA, MCA are not my cup of tea and English Litt is what I want to do. She was surprised. But was encouraging enough. I am glad there is someone who understands me. But the thought of studying again appalls me. Will I be able to handle it? And what with distance education. Is it worthy enough? When do I start? The next academic year? Or sometime later? 

The funny guest blog:

Few days back I was surprised to see a mail in my inbox from a dear friend of mine. It said that he wanted me to put up a guest Post in my blog. It sounded weird. My perverted mind thought that he might have written about his various escapades with gals and stuff. But he had written about me. And for a change it was good. Good things about me. It did make me feel good about myself. I read it a few times when I felt pensive. But should I actually post it? How would it be if I put up a post which speaks of my glory and goodness? Should I post that?

These are very few prominent questions. But a million of them are swarming around my little head.

I just hope I find answers to them before it’s too late. Now whatever I have typed above, would that qualify to be a post? That is a question in itself.

 

Random rants!!!

1. Its not such a good practice to look (read: stare) into a male associate s Id card especially when it’s dangling from his pant pockets.

Now you may wonder why I would want to look into a male associate s id. Come on if someone so damn handsome I just cannot help. I mean, I am a sad individual who cannot go to someone and say " Hey you look sooooo Handsome. How about being my friend. My hobby is to collect handsome guys. Err. I mean make them my friends.” But I can at least get to know their names and then brag to my friends.. "Hey look there. That handsome one; I know him he is XYZ!!!!! But then things always turn out be otherwise for me; The other day one lovely guy gave me a dirty stare when I kept staring at his err.. Pants for five loooong minutes (you see I have a short sight, blame my eyes) to have a glimpse of his name. Eventually I came to know that he s called Freddy by his friends!!!!! Yayyy Mission accomplished.

2. Its not such a good idea to go for a cousin s marriage especially when she is younger than you.Yep atrocious it is, my cousin is 20 and she got married last week. I don understand their theory!I mean Isn that supposed to be child marriage? and the most terrible thing was that the maamis there wanted me to get married soon too L But the thing that haunted me most was the fact that I missed a chance to meet the groom s brother who was gorgeous, twinkle eyed and slightly tanned ;-)

Now that’s a lovely combination!!!! Sigh Bad luck!!!!

3. Now when I was typing the above point I suddenly realized that my tastes have changed. No I am not talking about food here. Sometime back I went crazy about the iyer-ish kind of guys, fair, handsome and brilliant. I call them the Milky bar (chocolate) types ;-) But of late I have started liking Dairy Milk!!!!!! Hmmm.... Don't know why..

4. I had a great bday last week!!! I was surprised when a virtual friend of mine sent me a gift via courier. She just made my day. And I will be meeting and treating a few more friends in the coming weeks. So more gifts expected :-P Those of you who missed my bday can wish me now and shower me with the choicest gifts. Laptops, i-pods, mobile phones, books are accepted :- P

And puhleaaaaaaase no girlish stuff like Soft toys, cosmetics, key chains etc I have no use for them. Last year a friend gifted me a set of lipsticks. Err.... what am I supposed to do with it? :roll: Eventually I used it as a crayon when I found an old painting book in brother’s book shelf!!!!!

5. I think I will soon come up with a post called "Romance in the train". Things are getting interesting. Well let me wait. The 7.40 AM Beach fast local train is becoming a part of my life with interesting people in it!!! And that being said I should confess I have lost interest in my office crush :-( Not that I hate him or something but I have just lost interest!!!!

Heart Break!!

Sniff….Sniff!!
I am hopeless and awful and pathetic. Yes I am so. I have nasty cold, slight touches of fever. My frequency is 15 spm(sneezes per minute)
I last took a bath on Friday and as of now I smell like rotten fish. Add to that my mom is cutting onions and my dad s cleaning the house. So in a nutshell Life today is not very good for me. But it hasn’t been good last week too.

I am heart broken. Two reasons:

My lovable Samsung phone died last Wednesday. The speaker is gone so the only purpose it served for the next two days was text messaging. I killed it. I mean, it slipped from my hands few days back and ever since that it has been ill and recently it passed away. With a heavy heart I exchanged it for a motoflip (W270) yesterday (yeah I went to wavetel showroom unbathed!!). I had practically lived with it for quite sometime now and parting with it was really painful. But I dint have any other go; till now 14 people have suggested msged me “Phone ah kuppayila podu”(throw off ur mobile in the dustbin).This new Moto thing looks weird and I am still learning how to type msgs in it. I just hope I don text sum guy as “I will surely bed u “instead of “I will surely add u”!!!(This embarrassing thing had already happened once!!)

This is the main reason of my heartbreak Last Thursday when I was painting excel sheets in office I suddenly realized that my life was tasteless, colourless and dull. Therefore I decided to paint my life with colours instead of painting the excel sheets. As I started wondering of an “action plan” it suddenly struck me that I haven’t seen my Office crush” for quite sometime now. Now, he is located in another branch of my office and mind you, I have just seen him once. Never uttered a word to him. This means he doesn’t know me in person .So I decided that on Friday I would go to his office and “take a look” at him and try to talk to him. Introduce myself and therefore become great friends.
With all this hope I delegated my work to someone else and was all set to go the next day. I informed my friends in that location that I am missing them so much and therefore am coming there to see them. (S**t!!! I lie left, right and straight these days, but no other go…Sometimes lies are also essential in life)

So on Saturday I left office by around two and reached there by three. As planned I met my friends, roamed about there, whiled away time in the canteen all in the hope of having a glimpse of this guy. But hopeless he was just like me. He just wasn’t in my sight. But I had already made sure that he was in office that day so was sure to meet him somehow atleast in the office bus. I went to the library and browsed through books .Once I came out I by chance looked into one of the pantries and Lo and behold there he was!!!

I almost got impatient to talk to him… Rehearsed my words, took a deep breath closed my eyes for a minute and on opening it I found that the place where he was standing was empty. Gosh!! I missed him.

At sharp 6 I placed my possessions in the bus and went outside to observe people. I was so damn sure that this guy would travel by this bus.
6 10 pm: No signs of him arriving! I was on the verge of giving up.
6 15 pm: I was about to retreat into the bus and silently sleep off my worries when suddenly I saw him yet again. He went into the bus and got a seat right in front of me.
Wow now this is good news. He came out and was standing right in front of me. I couldn’t have got a better chance.
Now, I don’t know if you have ever experience this.
But I did feel this.
When I see a scintillating beauty right in front of me my feet just gets rooted to the place where am standing and tongue freezes. I am unable to utter a single word.I just look as if I have been kept for three days in the freezer of a refridgerator.So that is what precisely happened there. I stood there staring at him and he being soooo dumb witted couldn’t even understand the fact that am looking at him.
When in the bus the same thing continued. I tried a few times to talk to him but all in vain.
I really don’t understand myself. I mean, when I have all the guts to go talk to a complete stranger what is the problem with me to talk to a guy who I know a bit!!!
I think the levels of handsomeness and my crush level has to play a part here.
Well after nothing else happened and he got down from the bus in his stop and looked at him sadly. I am incorrigible. I don’t think I would ever want to talk to him. I felt bad about myself.


Well, I don’t think that guy would ever read this and whoever who knows me reads this; I would just like to make certain points clear.

I am not in love with this guy. Definitely not. He is just another crush in my history which dates back to the period of my 5th standard when I had my first crush (Chetan Matre)!!!
Noooooooo Am not desperate at all!! I just wanted to take a look at him and finished the task to completion.
If on reading this any of you think am going the wrong way then you can very well think so! I give it a damn. This is my blog and I have all rights to write whatever I want to. So please spare me the sermon on ethics.

Thus ends my sad gloomy story. With mom made poori by my side I don think typing a blog is something I want to do!!

I would end this saying “All that happened is for the good”
Sigh!!

Tagged!!!!!!

Tagged
Long long ago Sreeram had tagged me and here I am doing it after about a month.That speaks loads about the kind of laziness I possess.Somehow sitting before a computer and typing out from a book is not very appealing to me. therefore I delayed it I guess.
The tag goes something like this.
1. Pick up the nearest book.

2. Open to page 123

3. Find the fifth sentence.

4. Post the next three sentences.

5. Tag five people, and acknowledge the person who tagged you.

I really don understand the concept of this tag, I mean I just wonder If its worth a tag.I just find it weird.But then this is the first time I have ever been tagged and therefore here i go.
I have been trying to read a book called "Brida" by Paulo Coelho.But I haven't crossed 20 pages yet. Not that I am a slow reader. I usually finish off a 250+ pages book in say, a good three hours time.And mind you the speed of reading is directly proportional to the amount of potato chips,Lays,Kurkure etc that I devour at the time of reading.But his whole book seems so eluding and I am unable to comprehend anything from this book.
It goes thus,
"Brida listened discreetly to their steps until the creaking floorboards above betrayed their destination;Wicca s apartment.One day Brida risked asking about these other students."Witchcraft is based on collective strength"Wicca told her.
phew!! there ends the three sentences.
Now as to the tagging part I really don want to carry forward this tag and therefore I am not tagging anyone here.

Language Troubles

Last week when I went to Landmark my hands inadvertently picked up a copy of a book titled "Learn Hindi in 30 days". A friend who accompanied me looked at me in a puzzled way.I resided in Mumbai all through primary classes so therefore there was nothing wrong in the way she looked at me.But the fact that I bought that book speaks volumes about my proficiency in Hindi. My language skills have gone for a toss and these days I find it very difficult to acknowledge that i have studied hindi in school.
I have been baffled, terrified and petrified at times reading hindi posts and going through the comments of Nive, Cammie, Sree…. the list is endless!!!!There had been so many embarassing moments due to my lack of knowledge of this language that the very thought of it makes me wince.
It so happened that a few days back as I was strolling in the terrace of my house when my seven year old neighbour Shruthi came running to me. She had a notebook and pen with her.I was wondering if she had any doubts in Maths and the thought of looking into maths books worried me to a great extent. I prayed that she shouldn't ask me to teach problems. God did help me that day..Here is what happened:Shruthi: Akka I need you to do a favour.Me: see, Shruthi, I am very busy and please dont bring your maths notebooks to me.Shruthi: No Akka!!I have an elocution contest and I want you to write the content for me!!When she said that I felt very obliged because my own brother had never asked me to do such a favour.Me:Oh sure..What is the topic??Sh: Mera priy tyohaar!!Me:$#@$#$%#%$Mera-priy-What???Shruthi:Akka, I don know what you will do I want it by tomorrow evening.Me:Shruthi you never told me its in Hindi.How will I write???Shruthi: My mom told you were in Bombay and u know hindi perfectly.Pls akka write it for me.Me: (thinking:Innuma indha ulagam enna nambudhu???)
Later that day Shruthi s mom pestered me to write up something for her and I did as I was told.Till date her mom couldn't understand why the judges laughed when her smart daughter spoke at the elocution contest and she is still surprised that her always-first-in-class daughter couldn't bag any prize that day!!
If that wasn't enough a few months back a friend of mine was looking into a newspaper.She lazily looked at me and posed a question.
She: Hey whats Tashan??Me: Don u know its a new movie s name….Saif is the hero!!She: Stupid I know that. I asked you what does it mean??Me: (baffled)Err.. wait a minute I will be back.Saying so I rushed to another room, took out a hindi-english dictionary and rummaged through the pages for the word "tashan".Now there was another confusion: I dint know if I should look up for it in the "tha" section or the "ta"!!After fumbling for half an hour I somehow found it out and rushed to my friend and non-chalantly said…"Err..Tashan means style or attitude".I wondered why people had to think about the meanings of movie names.
Well forgetting Hindi is excusable atleast but my tamil too is worse.This thing called "iyer bashai" eludes me..I really don't understand why there is a separate thing called 'iyer tamil', I mean tamil in itself is complex then why change things and try out different slangs..At home when my parents are around I speak tamil normally as everyone else does but then when my relatives land up I am suddenly expected to speak in a different slang and I usually end up goofing things.
When I was in high school my patti visited my residence once..She is known for her huge fuss for "aacharam" and my mother had warned me well before to 'behave properly'(read: speak in the right iyer accent)!!Everything went well till the time she had her lunch!!Post lunch:I wanted to ask my grandma if she needed water to drink..So here I go:Me:(supposed to say)Patti theertham sappidarela(which translates to "Would like to have some water in "iyer tamil")
Me: (intended to say) Patti thanni kudikkarela??(which translates to "Would like to have some water" in normal tamil)
Me:(blurted out)Patti thanni adikkarela??? (translating that it nearly…umm.. it means would you like to have some alcohol)
Voila!! Now what have I uttered…..That was just a tongue slip but then to my grandma it was absolute blasphemy!! She looked horrified as if she had just been subjected to watch a Mallika Sherawat item number!!.Needless to say the aftermath was disastrous as my mother had to hear to a big lecture on teaching kids the "right" things!!After this terrible 'tongue slipping' incident I made sure I kept my mouth shut as much as possible whenever my relatives are around!!
On a serious note I really cant comprehend why there is so much hype about the iyer bashai which is indeed confusing and what on earth is irreverent about speaking Tamil the way everybody else does..
And when it comes to hindi can some of you throw light on how to improve my skills to atleast a moderate level so that I dont misunderstand "jurm" for fever(juram in tamil)!!

Random Rants

The past fortnight has been exasperating. I have never felt so low and down till date as I am feeling now. It had been really harrowing and I am still in the process of getting out of it.
This phase of irritation and low feeling started when a colleague of mine started poking me with stupid questions as to why I chat long hours with a blogger friend of mine. That was none of her business and I told her that straight. But she was not the kind who would understand. She realised that only after a blast from me. Some peole are just incorrigible. How many ever times you tell them not to involve in others personal stuff they keep being nosey about it.
Last friday we had this bday treat and it was supposed to be fun. But then later I really had to repent the fact that I played spoilsport in the treat but I had no other go. Now I am the fun kind. I don get provoked easily but sometimes I do get on my nerves and then im uncontrollable. It so happened that day.A colleague of mine kept commenting on me and I was the scapegoat that day. I too was laughing until they started speaking "beyond limits". And then I expressed my dislike in the most fierce way I could ever speak.People around started staring at me but I care a damn about it. I yelled at them and then walked out of Planet Yumm. I still feel guilty for doing that.Why is it so???
That was not the end. I was blasted at by my "superiors" for almost everything like reading blogs, using IM, and also I was at the receiving end of a sermon on "how to be professional"!! I really dont understand what is wrong in using all of them when I really don have any work to do??

The only good thing that had happened in the recent past is that I happened to buy quite a lot of books after a long time.I laid my hands on a set of PGW at an unbelievable price and also bought a few others like the Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini, The Namesake,Intrepreter of maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri though I couldn't get Unaccustomed Earth.Also I bagged a few tamil books by Jayakanthan and Sujatha from a friend of mine.
I have been beaming at the mere sight of so many books spread all across my house and I intend to finish all of them by this weekend. I think the only thing that can bring down my stress levels and keep me sane are books. I love them absolutely and yesterday I resolved that I would atleast spend 5% of my salary on books.
My laptop dreams are becoming far-fetched day by day. I am becoming extremely hopeless in terms of money day by day... no that should be month by month.!! These days my bank balance has stooped to such low levels that by the end of every month I borrow money from my brother who is still in school!!!I wonder if my dreams would ever be fulfilled....I wish someone sponsors my laptop.!!! Sigh..I know thats going to be a dream....I think I am growing desperate here. Will stop my rant here as its time for dinner and yeah thanks for reading the whole thing( that is if you are still reading)!!!

Are We Becoming Heartless??

I had always believed that human beings were different from animals in the sense that they have something called the rational mind which could think ‘straight’. But very recently the thought shattered into pieces. I got to know that people can call themselves ‘human’ and behave otherwise.

Now that I have confused things so much I will somehow get to the point. The other day I was travelling by bus from Thiruvanmiyur to Ambattur in 47D; much to my surprise the bus had a few empty seats and I comfortably occupied one of them…the bus filled to its capacity within the next couple of minutes and I was nearly dozing then.. Somewhere near Adyar two kids; a girl and a boy got into the bus. They must be something like three or four years old and were on their own…

They jostled into the bus and with great difficulty got hold of an iron bar a few seats before me…

The kids looked famished and wore torn n soiled clothes. They were physically challenged; both of them were deaf and dumb and the boy, I suppose had difficulties in walking too.


I kept looking at them as they both communicated with each other. It was a treat to the eyes I would say. Their hands spoke, their eyes spoke and their body language perfectly complemented for the left out gap in communicating their thoughts. They made fun of each other and were in their own worlds.


Suddenly I heard a young girl scream at them and push them away from the seat. Somebody next to the girl had got up to leave and these kids were too enthusiastic to get seated. But the girl dint want them to sit it seems... What-the-hell I thought. There was no one else to get seated there as it was for ladies and what problem could she have in the kids being seated there. She looked smart in jeans and tee and looked decent enough. She had protested because these children were nasty and dirty. "how can I have dirty things next to me" she asked the people around. Nobody bothered to reply and she pushed away the kids from the seat!!!

I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I rudely told her that children were not dirt and made them sit next to me. Of course they had soiled clothes So what???
I wonder what sort of a girl she is. Why couldn’t she see the beauty in the child rather than the dirt on their clothes???Where are the so called virtues called compassion and love???


As I had the kids next to me I could find them as happy as ever. I had tears in my eyes when I gazed at them. I wondered if I have ever done anything for such kids. I felt ashamed of myself that instant…


When I got down from the bus I kissed them on their cheeks with tears in my eyes and wished that they were as happy as ever no matter what ever life had in store for them.


The thing to be pondered over here is where is humanity heading towards???

Memorable Days Part-II

As I got up from my bed today, I just couldn’t help noticing the date in the calendar… June 4, 2008.Yes it’s been a year since I started working. I vividly remember the day when I first reported at TCS Velachery, I was nervous and excited at the prospects of getting into work-life. One year had just gone by and looking back I think I have learnt so many things in this one year…From an immature–fun loving-flirtatious youngster I have come a long way. Not that I have renounced everything and concentrated just on work, but I think I have learnt to maintain the right balance.

Some of my college friends have opted for higher studies and there were times when I used to feel inferior about myself in this regard. But then when I contemplate on that now I do feel that I have taken the right decision. Work life had taught me umpteen things in life. It has given me financial independence and I think I have utilized ‘my’ money to the best possible extent… Of course I haven’t saved any but then I do feel satisfied about the way I have spent it.
More than anything else this one year saw me changing into a new leaf. I have revived my passion for writing and had taken up blogging. I am gradually turning out to be an extrovert. I have got a whole lot of friends and I really value them. They are the most prized possessions after all…I would like to thank all of them who have made a difference to my life and I wish I have them as near and dear ever as they are today.

Now doesn’t the ending sound like some farewell speech???
Well I just wish it isn a farewell and its just the beginning of a journey called “Life”.

Tidel Tales

This post has been delayed like anything; I mean I wrote it long back but now had shamelessly asked my frnd to post it owing to the work pressure I have in office!!!!

Just a Foreword: The 7th of May 2008 is very significant to me. It was the day when I got into the work place of my project after the 2 week long training at Siruseri. My work spot was Tidel Park which meant that all comforts of travelling in the company bus are withdrawn and I am back to MTC (Or PTC) buses after a long gap of ten months since college.

The day began as usual and I started off at 7 in the morning. I reached office puffing and panting as I had to walk a long distance from Thiruvanmiyur to Tidel Park. Now I would say this entire place is crazy. I just couldn’t figure out which lift leads to which floor; this I say because I boarded the lift and desperately kept pressing the button to the fourth floor not knowing that it won’t land up there. A well dressed (read: tall, good looking, jeans clad) girl looked at me as if I were from some other planet and educated me regarding lift usage. As a result I went all the way up to the 12th floor and then back again to the ground floor!!!!

Finally I managed to get into Cognizant premises in the fourth floor and after hours of waiting I was assigned a seat. After settling down I looked around. It was way too congested. I mean it was too difficult to imagine some 200 people having tea/coffee, playing chess/carrom, having lunch all in the same place which is barely the size of a kitchen. And the surprising thing is that they managed all this with such ease and élan. I think I bumped into atleast 5 people that day (One being a good looking guy who appeared dazed and totally shocked due to the sudden collision!!!!!)

Once I finished up with lunch I looked around for a wash area. I noticed some guys going for it and hence decided to follow them. A couple of guys went in and I blindly went behind them. Once inside I noticed guys all around me. I innocently wondered why on earth girls here would not want to wash their hands. Just then, to my great embarrassment I found out that I had ventured into the Men’s Toilet!!!!! I rushed out of the place as fast as I could wondering why the hell do people in this place have to wash their hands in rest rooms??? Can’t they have a wash Basin?? Atleast one???
Post lunch I immersed myself into work (which means I read blogs, forward mails and also a work related document sent by a team member) and at 6 I ventured out to start off my long distance journey back home. Now came another difficulty, I didn’t have a clue about the location where I was sitting (the entire place is a maze) and therefore moving out was to be done carefully analyzing the geography of the place. Somehow I walked through and eventually landed up in the car park area. I assumed a guy to be the watchman (he wore a similar dress) and asked him the exit way which he promptly explained with a smiling face. Only after asking did I realize that he wore the tag of a MNC and was supposed to be a senior officer or something. Oops!! Thank God he didn’t say anything rude. Then I painstakingly walked all around the building and heaved a sigh of relief only on seeing the roads. Freedom at last!! I thought to myself.

At last reached home and slept like a dead duck that night. Ouch!!! The first day at work was too tiring and confusing.

Now that it is more than a week since I am put up here I think I am getting used to the geography of it and can manage well without outside help. Hope I would learn to love this place as there are quite a wide variety of foods available here (though very costly!!!) and also noticed that there is a bookshop out there in the first floor.

So Tidel Park......... here I come to Rock U!!!!!!!!!!

Suicide!!!!!

Yes, I contemplated suicide. I had the worst of experiences last sunday and couldn’t stop myself from thinking about it.

I found out that there are different methodologies of killing oneself.

Drinking poison
Hanging oneself from the ceiling
Falling in front of a running train
Jumping from a high rise building
Stabbing oneself

All these might not prove to be 100% fruitful which means there are still chances of survival. But I know one sure shot method of reaching heaven (Or hell, Maybe!!!!)

It is to watch a recently released movie called “KURUVI”.

Given the fact that it is a mega budget movie directed by Dharani and has Vijay and Trisha as the lead pair I really shouldn’t have expected anything out of it.

Right from the introduction to the end it was absolute nonsense. Even the comedy part of the movie was too lame. The most intolerable part of the entire movie was the noise it created. (Read: songs) It was too loud, jarring to the ears and all of them being the kuthu-song types it made enough damage to my eardrums.

And coming to the story, I don’t have words to say...I felt like hitting my head on the wall.
I wonder where on earth would there be a sea with fishes in plenty just below the ground level. (For those of u, who haven’t been through the ordeal of watching the movie, the villain dashes the hero from the top of an escalator and he lands up being in the sea!!!!!!!) Ridiculous.....This is just an example... The movie has an entire collection of such absurd things.

I think I have ranted enough. Now all that I can say is Please Do not watch this movie if u really want to be alive....

Today I take a resolution never in my life again would I watch a Vijay movie atleast not before reading the review of the movie in a couple of movies.....

May God rest the souls in peace of those who happen to watch this movie!!!!!!!!!!!!

Memorable Days- Part 1

What I intend to write here is a mystery to myself. I just wanted to put down a few words about a very trivial weekend day in my life. Rather our life. The word ‘Our’ because this also involves another person; someone very close to my heart. Someone who is like a mirror to me, who thinks, acts and believes in a way very much similar to mine. In short – “The Love of my Life” (At Present!!!!). When I reflect back I would say the best moments of my life, even though they are short in terms of time, were spent with this aforementioned person.

When I type this out I am amazed at my talent of dragging a subject without getting into the core content of it. Wonder where I got it from. May be during college cos that was where I practiced this skill to perfection!!!!!! Anyways I am talking about Thulasi here.
I happen to know her from the time I landed up in Chennai that’s roughly in 1999 and since then we have been great buddies. It has been 8 long years but it didn’t seem long.
There is not a single mall or theatre that we have not been to. For the cause of lacking in terms of brevity I would say the most clichéd words, we are best friends.

The day that I am about to talk about is 13th April – a Sunday. Both of us had planned to go to Dakshin Chitra on Saturday and the plan bombed as she was ‘academically inclined’ that day.
@ Thulasi: I know it’s a great sin to say Ur academically inclined, but your orientation towards studies deserves another post in itself. So I ll stop it here.

Well, we then planned to go to Odyssey on Sunday. Not that it’s the place I shop for books, music and other greeting card stuff; honestly speaking I am always hopeless in terms of money. But then she had some gift voucher to be redeemed and I gleefully agreed to join her. And then we had plans of going to the Ayyapan temple in Anna Nagar and if time permits to anna nagar tower park too.

At sharp 9 am in the morning we started off. Spent some 4 hours in Odyssey browsing through books, DVDs’ and cards. And then headed to Saravana Bhavan for a wholesome meal (Plus a burn in her pocket!), Dropped the plan of going to the temple and straightaway went off to the park.

The time we spent there was one of the most precious ones I suppose. Some 6 hours.
We talked about everything under the sun- the fact that its imp we do a job that we are passionate about, how nice it would be if we were able to make decisions all by ourselves without being ‘influenced’, my desire to be a primary school English teacher, her wish of studying forensic science, our thoughts of working in a bookshop, in Sathyam Cinemas vending tickets(My fav), in a bar (that was her idea, not mine), being a social activist, a special educationist, a detective what not…And also how it would be to be a housewife!!!!!!!

We discussed about the way people ‘brand’ u when you speak your ‘heart out’, the way we face contempt for wearing what we like (inspite of it being decent),what we do, what we choose in almost every aspect of life. We discussed about getting married, the pros and cons of it, the way we look at relationships, about people, their tendencies a hell lot of topics.

Our watches said its “8 PM”; we wondered how time can pass so soon. We started walking back home and I could realize a sense of contentment in both of us.

When we walked down the streets of Anna Nagar, I could not stop but think,

“Some people just walk into our lives and walk out very easily,
Not realizing the hurt that it would cause.
And then there are some who would stay on forever
Providing us joy
And soothing us in times of sorrow.

And Thulasi is a living example of the above statement.


And before I finish this off, I just remembered these lines which I googled sometime back.


I searched among the card displays,
To see if I could find,
A little something that would say
Just what was on my mind.

However there was not a one,
That captured it just right,
For no one else can understand
Just what I'd like to write.

I shall therefore, be satisfied
That you must simply know,
Just how I feel about you
For with words I cannot show.

Thulasi --------I simply Love u yaar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cos, You are the one person with whom I can be myself!!!!!!!

"Facial" Woes

This happened a few months back. I went for a team outing to Pazhaverkadu beach and had a hell lot of fun there. Played in the beach in the basking sun for some 5 hours due to which my already tanned skin turned out to appear to be still more ‘black’. At the fag end of the day me and my friend Ramya looked at ourselves in the mirror and she said “Namma colourkkum pannikutty colourkkum oru difference um illa” (which roughly translates to “there s no difference between us and a black pig in terms of our complexion”). This I know is an insult to pigs because I had always thought pigs looked better than me. And she had said that inspite of being fairer than me. The ‘girl’ in me woke up. I took a secret decision that I would improve my complexion that weekend. The same day I enquired my mom about different kitchen based stuff that can be applied on the face to make it glow( This was absolutely impossible I knew that my face won glow by any chance unless I applied something glittery on it) But anyway I was determined to give it a shot.

The next morning I was all set to go. The recipe…Oops they call it a recipe wen its something related to cooking isn’t it? Well, I had the list of ingredients(whatever!) There were quite a few variety.The following were the stuff to be applied on the face:

Honey, Lemon juice and curd
Milk and turmeric
Besan flour, milk and turmeric

I opted for the third one. Now there are two things to be noticed here. One the atmosphere in my house and the second one the way our kitchen is arranged. As there was no one at home I planned to sing and dance to myself while applying the ‘paste’ on my face. Our kitchen is one mess I would say. As I had very little knowledge in this dept I had a very tough time searching for things. Somehow managed to mix all of them and was ready for the final go. There was ‘Chaiya Chaiya’ song on the radio and that instigated me to break into a dance(My bro says its one of the nastiest things on earth to watch me dance. Well, he must be jealous of my dancing abilities) Now I applied the “thing” on my face and was vigorously shaking a leg. Suddenly I had a burning sensation al over my face and neck and it kept increasing. Initially I chose to ignore it and continued my noble pursuit of dancing. But then at one point of time I found myself jumping out of irritation rather than ‘gracefully’ dancing. I rushed to wash my face. Once I was done with it it looked as red as, say an apple

The Aftermath: I later found out that instead of turmeric I had used Red chilli powder which was the reason for the redness (Or fairness) of my face. I owe this to my mom cos she was the one who had placed turmeric and chilli powder next to one another in the kitchen. The mess that our kitchen is!!!

I had to do quite a lot of things to get rid of the burns. I applied ice, cold water, buttermilk, anything that was supposed to cool and also coffee powder (weird, but still I tried it out), Wiped my face hard with different fabrics, applied powder, what not. At the end of it all I did look a bit reddened up, if not fair. But still there was a difference in complexion and that’s what matters.

P.S: These days I don try out such things and I think I am content with the complexion I have. But whatever beauty I possess is attributed to the ‘chilli powder treatment’ I underwent. Wanna try?????

My First Post!!!!

Writing.... Hmm.... This was something that fascinated me right since my childhood days. I admired writers, of any and every sort; In fact I was crazy about them.

When I was some ten years old, I told my mom firmly that I will be marrying Enid Blyton!!!! I somehow thought that Enid Blyton must be a 'He'... A couple of years later I had a wide range to choose from. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle(Sherlock Holmes was my Hero then),Sidney Sheldon(I dreamt about him in classes) u get the drift I guess.
A part of my dad's salary was spent in buying books for me, The bookseller near Balaji stores in Dombivli was so familiar to me that he even lent me books on credit assuming my dad would readily pay for it by the beginning of the next month. Such was my craze.I even used to dream of writing books to glory. But then eventually I realised that its a God given Gift to be able to write.

This blog page of mine will be an outlet for my passion to write.It would be a space where I can rant out my feelings, views, beliefs, thoughts. In short it would be a revelation of the 'Inner Me'