Maybe I should STFUP

It’s that time of the year,where there’s only one public holiday in a span of 3 months, in the name of independence day, and the mercury in lingering somewhere between 35-38 C, and the dogs on streets go mad howling their lungs out every night, though it drizzles every night, and it only rains cats and dogs when your wearing a fitting white T-Shirt and get soaked to the skin. And there’s this hormone thing kicking in,and you go on a rampage. All you want to do is to throw really sharp things at people and hurt them as much as possible even if it its my dad for not asking me to add salt, to a very questionably saline sambar which I had ceremoniously eaten on one particular dinner without any realization whatsoever. And then yapping about “No-one-cares-for-me-anymore” nonsense.

“You have rapid mood swings, u need to have a control over it” , advised one visiting friend of mine .And I could feel it happening inside, I was immediately looking for any sharp object in the vicinity.

Having blessed with a workplace just 20minutes biking time from home, I posses an incredible knowledge of all bumps ,speed breakers, turns, manholes and cute guys en route to work having trodden the same roads for more than a year now. But thanks to the “Adi sale” hungama, the roads in and around T.Nagar are loaded with one-way Barricades and sign boards. I’m f**king tired, of having to consult auto guys about the new traffic routes every time, I step out of my house which undergoes change 3 times a day.

The voice in my head is under the weather I guess, there’s a lot of blank periods of time during commute or at work, where I have no realization of what I’m doing. Like the other day at work, when I was buzzed for a team meeting, I had myself landed in the restroom instead of the conference room,. Insane!!!...

And, to add fuel to fire, there’s this hell lot of FAQs in ur head, only there are no answers or too many answers..like.. What is the meaning of life? Do I really fit in my shoes? Why can’t the heart be just another muscle in the body? Why do I never feel at home, even when I’m at home ? Will he/she call? Y is the iphone so pricey, or Y am I writing all this in my blog??...damn, it never stops cropping up??!! these questions!..I just wish I knew the answers.

Being twenty something, is one of the dotty phases of a single girl’s life. You just have to get used to people forgetting to say a Hi or a hello when you meet them, Instead they prefer to “ when are you getting married?” nonsense. Mind you, this question is not just bound to the aunties and the oldies in friends and cousins’ weddings, But ppl from all walks of life are at total liberty to fire up this one on you, even if its a second cousin of a friend of a guy in your college, to whom you never spoken to like in a zillion light years, You are by all means extremely obligated and liable to answer them.

Dog Days, these days! That’s what its like. There’s so much happening all around, But yet you’re not flustered by all that.Primarily because you don’t give a damn. And Yet you get driven up the wall by everything and everyone around you. Just hoping against hope its all a matter of time.,

PS : Just wanted to write this post, to get it out of my system.

The Shawshank Redemption

“Hope is a good thing, Maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies”

Were the words subtly uttered by Morgan Freeman, in the movie “The Shawshank Redemption”, and then it happened.
I did something, which I always hold back myself from doing in public. I wept like a baby.

People who have already witnessed this epic movie, would know what I’m talking about. And people who haven’t, keep reading…

I was once recommended by a good friend of mine, to watch this flick and he also preached, that this one was ranked as the greatest film of all times.Being a not “bigger” movie buff myself (though I’m a big movie buff), the reason being, I just watch every movie under sun, primarily the ones I get can get hold of, or rather the ones my DVD vendor can get a hold of. I don’t get to choose them, the DVD guy gets to do it.But this one was quite appealing by the title itself, “ The Shawshank Redemption”.

There was something unusually usual about the very name itself .My initial thoughts were, it would be yet another underworld mafia movie. To my resentment, the movie was not even tad close to what I thought it would be.In my defense the name “ Shawshank” was misleading. It sounded like one of those mafia family names in the genes of the famed “Sopranos’” or the Corleone’s of God Father.Trust me,I was wrong.And there was this second word of the title “ Redemption”. Like everyone, I thought I knew the meaning of it . You bet, I was wrong again. I guess everyone associates “redemption” to something “religiously-piously-reviving”. Well the dictionary says it’s the “the act of delivering from sin or saving from evil”. Which I understood after I saw the movie.

Well, the film is screen played across 2 decades back in time from 1947-1966 in a fictional penitentiary called Shawshank state prison. The entire story is meticulously narrated by the Morgan Freeman in his hoarse voice as seen and interpreted by his character “Red” who’s serving two life sentences in the prison. Enter “Andy” who gets wrongly convicted for a double lifetime for murdering his wife and lover in action and meets Red in Shawshank and slowly gets acquainted with fellow inmates and the ways and plays within the prison. The typical cruelty in a prison is disturbingly well portrayed, Be it a prisoner beaten brutally to death by the sadistic guards or when Andy gets attacked by a gay group “The Sister” and harassed and abused.

The movie had a number of scenes, which would move even the darn est of mountains.For instance, the scene where andy plays “an Italian song” over the intercom for all the inmates to hear after locking up the warden in the loo or when, he persuades one of the guard to buy beers for his friends by offering free financial tax advice or when watching fellow prisoners happily boozing away their beers with a satisfied smile on his face.Not mention, his redemning escape for the prison itself.

The movie, had a lot of makings for an Oscar. In the 1994 Academy Awards it was nominated for seven awards (Best Picture, Best Actor – Morgan Freeman, Best Adapted Screenplay, Best Cinematography, Best Editing, Best Original Score, and Best Sound) but, in the shadow of 1994's big winner Forrest Gump, did not win a single one.

But it sure made my day!!!!!

Remember, “Hope is a good thing, Maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies"

Like “ a Tower”

As a leany, tweeny teenager I was always fascinated by creations of opposite gender of towering height.Yes!..U heard me right, I like tall men. I’ve always fancied dreaming about walking hand in hand with a tall husky man (husky is optional), on a cold drizzly night in a meadow, he bent double to hold the umbrella for me or just sweep me off my feet during a gig or something. But bitter as it may seem ladies, we neither have that many "eligible" tall guys or meadows in Chennai…..Sad plight!!!

Having dedicated an entire decade, hanging by the rim of the basketball hoop, I’m pretty towering myself for an average girls’ height not to mention my still “leany tweeny” structure which adds another inch owing to optical illusion crap. At school,I was always shunted to the last row of the class room,at the beginning of every academic year, always pushed to the back of the line at morning assemblies,and at the game, I played “center” for my school team to the dismay of many of my seniors, only the tallest gets the honor to play that position.Though I had a few enemies amongst the seniors, I still made it to the main five.. Lucky me!!!!!

As the 600-member Chinese contingent filed into the bird’s nest stadium on Friday lead by “Yao Ming”(7ft 6”) affectionately called the "gentle-giant” bearing the national flag, the entire stadium was on its feet . With an air of “ Im not top of the world” , the Houston Rocket star, walked casually, as if he does this everyday routinely.He was easily the tallest amongst all competing in the game, towering over the stadium and mesmerizing the crowd and poor old me!


Well, Guys many might argue that a women’s fixation for “tall guys”, is totally dolt and superficial and Its unfair to the vertically challenged civilization. In fact, men find smaller women more attractive according to some “yet –another-British” survey. At the end of the day, I guess its all a matter of satisfying ones EGO. Guys like smaller women, so that they can physically and hence emotionally empower petite women as opposed to women of intimidating stature. And women, like taller guys for various reasons…(As mentioned above in my case ;)

But, through raw experience, all I can say is “all that glitters is not gold”…if u know what I mean!!!!

Me, running short of time now,( badly wanted to write this post for some reason)…..its 12am, the frequency of my typos is increasing now
Until next post! Later!