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)!!