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'