Anyways, I'm a dead mouse

Thank God for the internet

2011-11-27T08:23:00.001-08:00

Oh, That’s wat they called it..is it?!?!?!?! bummer!!!

I was in class 4, when I had my first attack.

I started seeing colorful rings rippling out wherever I saw. Anywhere I look beautiful concentric rings just drifting away like a dream., The more I looked at them, the more colorless they seemed. Yet beautiful. I started smelling metal in the vicinity. I wasn’t sure if i was smelling them or if i had coins in my mouth. Something pungent and metallic. Soon my vision went blurred.

Everything went white. Like the TV static you get when the power goes off,except it was all white static or simple put "I went blind”. I was seeing what its like to be blind.

The vien in my forehead popped up so much,I looked like Harry Potter. I started to feel extremely nauseous. Its during this time I prayed so dearly to be in the restroom more than any other place on earth. And then it began, the headache. Pain so much I just wish God had created me without a head.

I was barely 7 at tat time and it scared the heck out of me. I was blind for half an hour and had no idea why not to mention the excruciating pain.

Since doctors aren't usually accessible on a moments notice, and I honestly wasn't sure how to describe what had happened at that time.

Years later after the internet happened, I read a zillion web pages and found a name for what I'd experienced: "Oh, OK: I had a MIGRAINE!!!

Which hardly made it all better, but quite a lot less scary. I hadn't had a stroke, a brain tumor or whatever, and wasn't going to die, or at least not yet. And, Google says, "Between sixteen and eighteen million people suffer from migraines" and this is a known problem that many people live with, apparently successfully. There's some measure of comfort in that.

Thank God for the internet.

Glory in the flower

2011-11-20T03:48:00.000-08:00

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

This is an excerpt from a very beautiful poem, Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth. I'm moved!!!!..no words!

Dont try this at home!!!

2011-09-02T03:58:00.000-07:00

Date : Friday,3:51 pm

Location : Office.

Mood : Zzzzzz .........hic-hic.....hic hic.... :)

My workplace looks totally deserted.And I am the only jackass sitting and typing away. Everyone's off taking advantage of the long weekend.

I'm in a state. A state where boredom can really get to you so much......

That there was nothing to eat..So I went to the floor pantry.I made sure no one was looking,I helped myselfand scooped a handfull of coffee beans from the coffee vending machine and promptly came back to my desk...

Now..im all....frizzed and buzzed.... Hic..Hic...Hic.....................coffee can do that to you and I'm lovin it!!!

Mary had a little lamp,

Her father shot it dead.

Now it goes to school with her,

Between two hunks of bread.

Lol...hic..hic...

la...la...la.....lala....

Karupu thaan ennaku pudicha coloru!!!

2011-08-28T09:44:00.000-07:00

These HR bozos at my workplace came up with this novel, ingenious idea of expressing our support for the anti-corruption movement sweeping the nation. Everyone has to come dressed in black to work ( room pottu yoschirunga pola iruku !!). I think people are running out of ideas in expressing their support, having done everything in the book…

Fasting, running, marching, mass bunking classes, climbing and sitting on top of hoardings and light poles. I heard celebrities even went topless (no kidding). So wearing black to work didn’t seem a bigger deal to me. The day arrived, And I liberally clad myself in BLACK.

Black kurtha to go with a even darker black pants, black cut shoes,black hair band and a black back bag. The only thing that was not black on me was my 32 teeth.And so the day went well with some presentation, speech by prominent people saying yada-yada-bla-bla-and more blas, signing building sized posters and everything. The entire thing was a huge success.

So, after a tiring day at work, I dropped myself off the company bus and began my 12-15mins walk to my place. It was a little late on that particular day around 8:30 ish and I was strolling down this dark-alley kind of deserted street with my ipod plugged in. I’ve walked down this road many a times so nothing weird has happened .Ever…until tonight!!!!

Ok people…hereon, imagine as u read it…I might add a Manoj-Night-Shyamalan effect to this…

It was an unusually dark evening, given it had rained earlier that day , the air was still damp. There was a chill in the breeze, the one that would give you goose pimples. There wasn’t a soul on the street. But somehow I could feel a pair of eyes on my back. I kept walking totally oblivious to the fact that he has been following me for quite some time now. There was some sort of disturbance in the scene,. Something was amiss. Something was going to be amiss. I kept walking almost half way down the road. This was the part of the street that was the darkest. Tall, lanky sleepy looking rain trees towered on both sides over looking the street. And precisely at that moment my stalker decided to reveal himself and made a grand entry.

He ran past me, did an about-turn in slow mo and looked me straight into my eyes.Just a couple of arm’s distance separated me and my stalker.I stopped walking and stood my ground .There he was,standing on all fours.teeth bared.eyes narrowed,except for the menacing growl that amplified every second .The dog was as rigid as a rock. And guess what, my stalker was not alone.He brought company, by the looks of it his girlfriend (don’t ask me how I know that) another aging mutt growling her lungs out. And before I could take another step there was another one behind me. The dogs practiced polygamy I thought and giggled to myself. Damn,An untimely joke that my stupid brain comes up with,instead sending signals to my legs to run for my life.

Its funny, street dogs don’t attack innocent-good-looking-medium-height-slim-fairly paid-IT professional-hot-girl….ahem…ok..lets not get carried away...I meant dogs generally don’t attack normal people. Now whats with these mutts!!!!!!!.Do I look like a rag picker or something.No offence to those people, but they are the once who are often rounded up by street dogs right…

Ahh..that’s when it struck me. I looked down at myself…all dressed in black with my hair loose in total darkness - I look like something that walked off a grave yard spreading darkness around or the devil herself from hell. Can’t blame the dogs for protecting their territory. My heart was starting to beat faster as the dogs started rounding me up. Running now was no more an option. Time to time,I have thought about how I would die and It often involves a nice cushiony bed, lots of flowers around and sun light streaming in the room and I would wake up peacefully passing away with a smile on my face. But now, from the looks of it…this is going to be a massacre of sorts.

”In the end, it doesn’t even matter”- linkin park song started playing on my pod. What timing…cha!!!...

Trust me, I just stood there with my eyes closed clutching my bag tightly, and silently cursing the idiot who came up with the idea of wearing black clothes.Whispering…”Muruga, muruga,muruga….” Thinking I AM DEAD MEAT TONIGHT.

And suddenly out of nowhere, like batman in his bat mobile, an auto came zooming to a crashing halt as I put my hand out,the dogs scattered and broke their rounding up routine.I quickly climbed into james bond’s auto and zoomed through the darkness…….to live another day.

Fortune favors the brave.Not brave enough to venture into that street again. I now take a round about route, thrice the distance…to walk back home after home…Shabbbbbaaa!!!!

“TYPOS” – A horror tale.

2011-08-11T08:01:00.000-07:00

Typos are like the annoying polyphonic ringtone in a meeting room.They are just lurking around waiting to happen , just when you thought nothing can seemingly go wrong……zap…..One of my greatest fears are TYPOS, and rightly so, I realized why I so dearly fear them.

If you’re the kind of person whose mouthpiece is an instant messaging software like the Microsoft communicator, sametime,gtalk,Y! messanger etc…, you tap out probably thousands of keystrokes every day, and it’s almost a statistical certainty that one (or more) will be wrong.And that day dawned on me not long ago.

About a couple of weeks back, I was running like a chicken with its head cut off. More prudent to say,I was a having a mid-week crisis with an ever growing list of pending tasks and having trouble concentrating on one at a time.

One such task involved writing a program during which time my brain conveniently nods off to sleep. You know, one gets into this overloaded mode where everything goes blank and you can’t even spell your own name. I had one such moment…a long moment infact..I forgot how to start the program.So I decided to buzz a teammate( a guy) over the office IM, Below is the conversation we had…

Me: hey, whats the query to do this thing ( the crap thing we do for a living )

Colleague : (smirks and types something)

Me: thanks! You’re a life saver.

Colleague: This also you don’t know ah?

Me : (grrr…thinking to myself)

Me: No Yaar…my mind got jammed for a sec!!

Then, no reply came from his end for sometime.

Did you know the keys x and c adjacent keys on a normal qwerty keyboard.Just then I realized , that I typed the letter “x” instead of a “c” in the last letter of the last word of the last line.Go figure!

When one is bored of getting bored...

2010-12-07T08:11:00.000-08:00

Satellite Image of India During Diwali

2010-11-10T07:55:00.000-08:00

Not sure if this pic is authentic.Looks very photoshopped to me.

But for some silly reason, it sure makes me fall in love with my country...

A 100th!

2010-09-13T06:18:00.000-07:00

How many times have you caught yourself lost, staring down a road taking a wrong turn.

How many times have you caught yourself lost, staring down the same road taking the same wrong turn.

How many times have you caught yourself conscienceously take a wrong turn knowing your going to end up the wrong road.

And they say, "One should learn from their mistakes".

I say "Going back the wrong road is too familiar for me now" :))

Just noticed, this is my 100th post!

Lensoholic - 1

2010-07-28T19:19:00.000-07:00

2010-07-24T06:35:00.000-07:00

I built castles in air,I know my work is not done.

That is where they should be.

Now I'm putting foundations under them.

I dont know what the future holds.

I dont want to think about the past.

All I know is I'm dreaming BIG and now!!!

Inked for life :)

2010-07-15T09:26:00.000-07:00

And then my friend asked, "why did you have to tattoo?"

And then I said, "You know, when you die and you go to heaven, I mean, If you get to go to heaven...God will ask "My dear child,what have you brought for me ?", you know....and then, you can show God your Tattoo and tell him, I've got this beautiful flutterby for you...you know.. and the gates of heaven will be opened"

And then my friend said, "grrrrr.....thuuuuuuuuuuuu".... :D :D :D

BTW, mom still thinks its a boomer tattoo...whoever said, ignorance is bliss....is a genius!

Ta-ta Tagged!

2010-06-22T18:29:00.000-07:00

Going through a dry phase when nothing in life inspires you to blog, tags to the rescue!!!!

Thanks R-ambam and RaMmmm for tagging me along

Innocent/Guilty Q&A. Here are the rules..

RULE 1- You can only say Guilty or Innocent.

RULE 2- You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!

Asked someone to marry you?

Athu mattum than bhaki!!! Shabbbaaaa!!!

Oh, ur supposed to say inncocent or guilty ah?? Gotcha!! Ahem, Innocent then! hehe

Ever kissed someone of the same sex?

If this questions means what I think its meant to mean..then I’m Inncoent otherwise guilty.

Danced on a table in a bar?

Cant even dance on the floor leave alone dancing on tables and roof tops!!! Ufff…

Innocent

Ever told a lie?

Innocent as hell !!! there I go again!

Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back?

Guilty

Kissed a picture?

People do that for real?? I thought that was only in movies..Innocent!

Slept in until 5 PM?

Innocent…I’m an early bird!

Fallen asleep at work/school ...?

Guilty..Loads of times at work, Fallen asleep precariously on the keyboard!!!!

Held a snake?

Innocent ..But had nightmares though!

Been suspended from school?

Innocent..i was a model student then!

Worked at a fast food restaurant?

Innocent..

Stolen from a store?

If Pondy bazzar platform kadais can be called stores. Yes..Me Guilty

Been fired from a job?

Guilty..Part time job….It wasn’t like a job..But I was coaching a team of school kids on basketball.Just for my love of the game.Until when the school principal fired me a year later… :( Read it here.

Done something you regret?

The question should be rephrased “Done something you never regretted?” hehe

Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?

Guilty..

Caught a snowflake on your tongue?

Gulity

It was this time last year ,somewhere north eastern part of india. My cousins and I were trapped in a car with a crazy tour guide who took us way up in the mountains where no eee or kaka existed!!! After 5 hours of ridiculous driving through landslides and torrential rains he reached a point and pointed his finger at the line of sight of his eyes and said “That is China there, that mountain backside”. Precisely at that moment a small spec of snow came and landed on my nose at that point.Our first glimpse of snow.Whatever happened for the next 45mins was history..the running, the stripping , the dancing in the snow….Ahhhh…good times!!!!

Kissed in the rain? Innocent ...Wud be romantic though ;)

Sat on a roof top?

Guilty…on the terrace tank slab!!!

Kissed someone you shouldn’t?

Hey,so many kissing questions!!! I object your honour!!

Sang in the shower?

guilty

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?

Guilty..Not pool exactly..Been ruthlessly dragged by legs from the beach shore and dumped into the waves.

Shaved your head? Guilty ..as a kid

Had a boxing membership? Innocent...Would love to..to kick a few asses!

Made a girlfriend cry? Huh?

Been in a band? Innocent..Imagined many times what it wud be like

Shot a gun? Guilty, that ballon gun shooting @ marina beach

Donated Blood? Innocent . I’m underweight!

Eaten alligator meat?

Innocent..I thought it was the other way around..Alligator eat us! We no eat alligator!

Eaten cheesecake?

Guilty…yuck!!!

Still love someone you shouldn’t?

Complicated..Guilty

Have/had a tattoo?

Have plans to get one by 2010..Gimme ideas pls!

Liked someone, but will never tell who? ... a lot ..Innocent

Been too honest? Guilty…Landed in loads of trouble for that

Ruined a surprise?

guilty.. Back in college “Is, that cake for me???”

Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterward? Innocent

Erased someone in your friends list? Happens all the time. Hehe…Guilty

Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? guilty..nansense

Joined a pageant? Innocent….thu!!!

Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?

Mmmmmmmmmmmm…nah!!!

Had communication with your ex? Innocent ........

Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent..no time to study only...ithu verraya!!

Got totally angry that you cried so hard? Guilty

I tag everyone who hasnt picked up this tag yet!!!! Njoy

Confessions of a lensoholic

2010-06-13T09:36:00.000-07:00

My name is not meena kumari

My ooru is not Kanya Kumari...

I knew something was amiss with this pic of Gandhi thaatha!!!

I stared at it long and hard after uploading it in the system,

Can you guess what?

No crowshit on Gandhi's bald head and shoulders.

god bless the monsoon rains in chennai! Amen!

Its been over a month since I got this dream gadget of mine-A SLR Cam!!! But when all forces of nature are against you from using it...what can a mere mortal like me do...Like the first weekend after I get the cam, I lose the lens cap within 12hrs from the time of purchase,.only to be blasted like a school kid from the dealer I got the camera from.He literally begged not to take the camera outdoors without the lens cap...grrrr....and so went 2 weekends, hunting for that cap thing that is never in stock in any store in the city...Enough was enough, i got a UV filter (60/-) and fitted on top on the lens. Now the UV filter acts as a lens cap..who cares what happens to the filter..Its Just 60/- bucks....So, 2 weekends gone in all this hungama!!!

Come 3rd weekend..My friends and me were taking a group of 100 odd special kids to a theme park in the city.It was a great photo opportunity especially with the kids and all...I was all set with the camera and gears left home at 7am to draw some money from the ATM. Baamm..my index finger gets stuck against the ATM door hinge and before I knew, there was a lot of blood and I fainted seeing my nail split into two.Of all the appendages of the human body, I had to hurt that one index finger on my right hand that is used for clicking that small button on the camera.

Thats when I knew, there are some forces working against me and my machine!!!

REAL?

2010-05-30T18:52:00.000-07:00

Mornings have never been easy.,especially when you wake up with a headache from a very real-to-life nightmare only to realise it wasnt a nightmare but a blast from your own past. As hard and painful it was to live it once,what has one done to deserve a replay of the same.Worst of all is when one has forgotten all the bureaucracies of life,work and all that is in between and your eyelid droops, you start counting those lambs ,slowly falling into oblivion and then the movie begins like a stalker pouncing on his vitim.You toss and turn in your sheets,squeel a soundless cry,reach for that something/someone that is unreachable,you fall a thousand feet through the air into the darkness unto the land of the never-to-return,your heart's pounding and racing,until when you jerk yourself up to realise just moments before your lamb count was just 17.You feel like you lived through that nightmare a hundred years.Like water slipping through fingers, the gory details slowly slip away with time and you realise everything is unreal.,the squeel,the fall,the pain,the faces,the pounding...It was all UNREAL

Except that tiny,single lonely tear at the corner of your eye...is so REAL.

"18,19,20.............."

I got a new Canon EOS 1000D.

2010-05-27T18:38:00.000-07:00

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P.s:I got a new Canon EOS 1000D.
P.S.S:I got a new Canon EOS 1000D.
First click...

AMMA

2010-05-09T09:57:00.000-07:00

I was watching my mom sleep like an angel, cudnt help but come up with this post today being "Mother's day" and I got all senti!!! hehe

My dad

I'm my daddy's girl.We are more like the prakash raj- trisha duo in Abiyum naanum.I always walk with my hands around my dad's shoulders given my taller stature and Hug him tight during bike rides.Back in college during my basketball days when I had the first of many ligament tears in my knee, my dad came running down the MIT stands took me in his arms and rushed to the college medical centre, with the entire gallery watching a man running carrying his oversized daughter.All through the way i was like "appa, its embarassing..put me down..I'm a big girl"...He jus said "Nee kozhantha thaan ma ennaku"...(feels great to write about it now as much as it was embarassing then. :D )

My sis.

My mom often says.,that my sister would have been my mamiyar (mom-in-law) in my previous birth. She is my younger one.She is the apple of my parents' eye.Responsible-obedient-successful-maska pottufying younger daughter.Everything I am not.We complement eachother in all aspects of life.She specializes in punching department and I in the kicking department.From cat fights to bloody brawls to using english as the medium of swearing and cursing (so, that mom wont understand at the same time, the is damage is maximised.) we are the mambalam sisters. ;) . But for some weird reason we became muted to eachother during her parting last year when she left for her higher studies. Some phemomenon cant be explained. :)))-

My mom.

Motherhood is a complex thing and so is a mother-daughter relationship.My mom and I are the 2 sides of a coin.Or rather I take the side she is not in.I think,act,live my life in every way my mom does'nt want me to(Not particularly proud of ). I'm rebellious only to my mom.I yell and take out my anger on her more than anyone.She's like my sink I dump my frustrations into when I'm having a bad day.My mom and I are from two entirely different worlds.We have nothing in common. For me, my world revolves around things thats totally immaterial to her or anyone for that matter.,which have been the source of very many arguments.I top her "worry" list.I really would like her to stop worrying about me and allow us to connect on a different level - no longer the mother and the child, but the mother and a grown up daughter, no matter how incapable I might be of taking care of myself sometimes..How wrong was I!!!!!

However,there comes a moment in everyone's life.,when you hit rock bottom and your party is over.I had one such moment.It was like standing naked in front of the whole world with all my imperfections.Something my mom tried to tell me all the way through.There were long stretches of time, where i dont remember what I was doing.Sleep deprived,Fell sick.Quit job. When everyone was too held up to even notice it was my mom who saw through me, she never asked Why,What or how? most importantly she never said "I told you so..". Six months on my road to recovery she never left me out of her sight.I'm at loss of words of how much I appreciate my mom for all that i am today.

Happy Mother's Day Amma...

This is one of my favorite songs dedicated my mom and to all wonderful mom's out there....

Sagarika- Maa

Maad-ah Manushan-ah?

2010-04-25T11:52:00.000-07:00

1. A man named "Sachin" with 5 stitches in his finger webbing, still manges to score 48

2.A man named "Pollard" gave a scare of the century which lasted 2 longest overs.

Maada Manushangala neenga????? yebbaaaa...

But, Vaada poche!!!!!!

Peepals,PUT IT UP FOR CHENNAI....uuuuhuuuuuuuuu!!!!! CSK Rox!

MONDAY Apr 19th 2010

2010-04-18T20:05:00.000-07:00

1.PM calls up on sunday.
2.Asks to go to work early on monday to attend a training.
3.Come Monday,Woke up at 6:20am to catch the company bus due in another 15 mins
4.Missed the bus by 0.3434 secs.
5.Went on a "HIGH*" speed chase down mount road with dad driving.
6.Got overtaken by cyclists and early morning walkers in the process
7.Our super duper vandi* came to a grinding halt at the top of the IIT flyover.
8.Saw the bus vanish before our eyes.
9.Kicked the vandi ruthlessly.
9.Mysteriously,vandi sprang into life in full throttle.
10.Resumed the HIGH* speed chase.
11.Got overtaken by cyclists and early morning walkers.
12.Duppata flies away in high speed action.
13.Dad scolds,Runs to retrieve the duppatta.
14.Resumes the HIGH* speed chase.
15.10mins before my workplace, dad overtakes the bus triumphantly.
16.Bus driver throws dumb look as I board the bus.
17.Reach office,login into system.
18.Check mail.
19.1 mail received - Training postponed to TUESDAY.
20.Banged head on keyboard furiously.
21.Blogging about it now.

VANDI*- Load of junk metals painted in pretty pink and goes by the name scooty pep!
HIGH* Speed - Somewhere between 25kmph to 30kmph.

Wilbur - My heart throb

2010-04-15T10:18:00.000-07:00

Dance King, Performer, Drummer and Tamilian, Wilbur Sargunaraj is one of the most original musicians to grace the industry. His super hit song "I want the Love marriage" is just one of the killer dance tunes that is having people across the globe begging for more music.Wilbur has created his own fresh and original style called Vocal Chanting which combines elements of his native India with super killer techno dance beats and bass that is super deep. If you like something fresh in the music industry- this is it!! Guaranteed!

Wilbur proves to everyone that you can make a dream come true if you have one. His motto is to "Make the Common Extra Ordinary!". His informational, music and instructional videos have people in awe. Watch out for Wilbur as he takes the world by storm from Chennai to L.A and from Tamilnadu to Tokyo! This man is really one of a kind.

The cry of Wilbur's heart....this is the highly anticipated music video from the debut album of Tamil Nadu vocal chanting superstar Wilbur Sargunaraj. Available on itunes and www.wilbur.asia!

Road to Sanity

2010-04-04T19:16:00.000-07:00

I walked to the bathroom., I pulled my toothbrush from the cupboard and put some tooth paste on it and I looked up to the mirror with my mouth slightly open to allow the brush in..And it happened,
One by one my teeth parted ways from my gums and fell to the wash basin..Tut,..tut,tut,tut......tut..In no time, I was standing.gaping at a really dark hollow space in my mouth.......

This was a dream i woke up from this monday morning...Care to interpret my dream??

JOTHIKAFICATION

2010-03-28T09:35:00.000-07:00

The two to-do things at the very top of my never-to-do list is

1. Never-ever shut down my blog.EVER

2. Never-ever booze.EVERRRRRR.

As shameless I am for making you all read this having spoken like Revolver Rita(as lakshmi puts it) in my previous post, for I am guilty as well in breaking the truce with my never-to-do list.No matter how situations may twist and present itself, no matter how downhill my life may go,I swore to the gods of internet,blogging,facebooking,orkuting,tamil-matrimony.com and the vices that I would slit my throat before the day dawns when I shut down this space.The same holds good for point number 2 as well.But here i am as guilty as charged.

WARNING:The forth coming lines you read will be a confession of sorts.

Point 1: Now tat you are all reading this post, its an unspoken,undeclared statement that I'm back blogging.YES. I'm BACK. Feels good to say it. Not a day had gone by since my very-lame-dramatic-closing post without me hitting my blog atleast twice a day going through all your comments for my previous posts and laughing manically reading em' all in my lonely cubicle at work. It hurt to even think all that was history.I jerked two tears everytime the thought struck. buuuuuuuhuuuuuu!!!..But now I'm back, its immaterial why I went slightly cukkoo in the head to go offline suddenly.Thanks to some really nice souls in our blogger hood clan and some liberal usage of threatening words by them to return back to blogging.I'm ever so obligedged to you all.No words.Big fan of all you guys reading!

Prologue: I'm 48kgs in weight and 5 4" in height. I call myself slim, my friends say im thin, my mom says "God drew a line with a pencil in his left hand and thats my daughter"

Point 2: Ahem, the object of this post. Last week,my mom announced in an exasperated tone "Aaru maasathula,Yen ponnu kundu aaganum".I didnt realise the effect of that statement until my aunt came home with a bottle of red wine yesterday and placed it with a tud on my computer table as i was feverishly typing away on my lappy. I glanced at the bottle at the corner of my eye and instantly knew where the inspiration behind the bottle came from.I shot a stare at my mom who was sulking behind my aunt.

"Side-dish kondu varale?",i asked sarcastically.

My aunt plunged into a very well rehearsed speech written and directed by my mom of how I would finally put on weight if I had a "cup" of it everyday before dinner for six whole months and I would look like jothika in the process."JOTHIKAFICATION",she called it.I wish it was that easy.The dark colored bottle stood on the edge of the table.,that wasnt the scariest part.It was the extent to which my mom would go to "fatten" me up that scared me.Bharathi kanda pudumai Amma yengal Amma.I would'nt be surprised if my mom shoved a funnel in my mouth and forced the liquid down my system and I'd blotted up instantly and all her dreams would come true.And I would do anything to make her dreams come true even if it involved sticking a cycle pump into my mouth. :)

Curtains down

2010-03-14T11:05:00.000-07:00

She hid the thing she was carrying well inside the depths of her handbag.One hand securely over the bump of her bag and her other hand ended in a very sweaty fist. Though she comtemplated on this for long, she made her decision overnight.She was gonna end this here and now.She pushed the slightly ajar door and saw her shadow lengthen as the sodium vapour light flooded the room. As the door creaked menacingly around its hinges.,the cradle at the end of the room rocked like a feather floating down.Three long strides into the room, she was looking down into the cradle at the pearly white angel faced creature. She took the thing out of her handbag, aimed the barrel to his temple and pulled the trigger.................. bang! bang!

This is my last post. This blog was my baby. now im killing it.......

Thanks to all for all your comments and support.... the last few months have been great knowing you all.
Thank You.

-The Uncanny

Botography makes Uncanny very happy!

2010-03-02T09:20:00.000-08:00

Beach+A best friend+Nikkon 3000D = A beaming Uncanny!!!

Finally, after days of planning and many overslept mornings, me and my friend made it to the thiruvanmiyur pebbles beach to take shots of the early morning sunrise. But we went a tad late just in time for the sun to settle right over our head. And to add fuel to fire, the day was ever so gloomy.so whatever was clicked that day was all grey and black. Out of the 200 odd shots clicked etho therunathu ithu thaan,...

RaMmm : its not as good as your beach shots, but tried something.... ;) ennala mudinjathu....

And on popular demand, Mr. Crow or miss i dunno.....We did click few crow pics that day...funny that gils asked!!

"How to be happy being single" for dummies.

2010-02-21T09:31:00.000-08:00

Being twenty something, single, unmarried is one the daunting phases of a girl's life.You just have to put up with a lot of ppl who you never knew existed until the time,they materialized out of thin air and take the liberty to pop THE QUESTION

"So,when are you getting married?"

There was a time, when this question would give me the blushes. I know you would ask what's there to blush in it?. But those were the days when i was innocently naive ,adakums odukams girl. Later as time flew, I started to fake the blushes just so as to not embarrass the person asking me the embarrassing question.Still later...I faked the blush very obviously much like i'll-punch-you-inyour-face-if you-dont-shutup kinda blush. I hope you get my drift.

So, last week I ran into one of my long lost school frd at pondy bazzar.,After the intial high pitched excited screaming and hugging and the formal "Wow, you look grt", she poped the inevitable. Below is the transcript of our conversation.

Long-lost-frd : Hey...by the way, did you know A and B got married??

Me : Oh yeah, I heard!, they make a good couple.

Long-lost-frd : And also, you remember X and Y?

Me: Vaguely, i lied.

Long-lost-frd : They got married too. X used to be the x of A who married B, who infact was going around with B's frd R.Now R we know had a history of x's before B came to know about it and broke up with R and ended up with A.

Me : (by the time the character 'R' came into the story, I was staring into space at some point jus above her head and hoping this Long-Lost-Frd would get long and lost forever)

After what seemed to be a lengthy monlogue from my frd she poped the inevitable question with a twinkle in her eye,

Long-lost-frd : So, Any good news from your side????????

Me: [Long pause] Ah...there is....Ummm..
I played my time and then i said,

“India won the second test against SA and retains the No:1 spot...”

I would have given a million dollors for a camera in my hand at that very moment.Her expression was priceless.She looked like she took a bite of a whole lemon. For the first time I was having an upper hand in our conversation...

She jus said, "Nee thirunthave maatte!!!!" and waved good-bye. I'm pretty sure she went silently praying not to bump into me anytime in the future. ..hehehe

Looove is in the air....

2010-02-11T01:04:00.000-08:00

The morning wind was blowing hard that made her to snuggle up to herself.There he sat next to her., wondering if he could become that wind that caressed her ever so gently.He chanced a glance in her direction.She pretended to be busying with her feet .He was pretty sure she was looking his way just a few moments before.He smiled to himself at the thought.Mustering the courage,He moved close to her.But with the gentle shyness of her kind, She blushed and looked away. His heart beckoned more but his feet seemed to be made of lead glued to the ground.He played his time.An air of inexplicable of lusty love hung over them.The tension was mounting.,the wind speed had picked up whirlpooling the balled papers and plastic covers on the ground. Just when he thought his attempts were futile, She made her move, and crept slowly into his direction....

Suddenly, from nowhere,a plastic clothespin came and hit squarely on my forehead,another one flew in the direction of the pair of crows I was gaping at all this while.My mom came frantically running up the stairs waving both her hands and shooing away the 2 crows romancing on the clothesline.

"Intha kaka -nga attakasam thaanga mudiyale", my mom said in a frustrated tone

"Maa,you shud have seen those 2 crows...they were having a ghujals time in the morning doing gilmah and gilpah"

My mom glared at me from a distant as she was examining the plate of dried red chillies she had kept the previous day on the terrace.Apparently the two crows were seated just above my mom's red chillis plate on the line running across the terrace.There were two miniature sized omlettes like crow shit on the plate.

Oh my gaaaawd...to my dismay,the crows were not infact romancing as I thot but were into somethingelse...

Mom announced she's making red chutney for breakfast as we were climbing down the stairs with the red chilli plates, I made to mental note to skip breakfast..hehe

Ta ta Tagged!

2010-02-08T21:21:00.000-08:00

This was a long pending tag from Gils..Apologies for the delay nanba, and moreover tags gives me the creeps.The questions are disturbingly unheard of and also the degree of honesty to be exhibited frightens me slightly..hehe..But this one is fairly straight forward,

The Rules:

1.I must thank the person who gave me the award and list their blog and link it

2.I must list 10 honest things about myself

3.I must put a copy of Honest Scrap logo on my blog

4.I must select atleast 7 8 other worthy bloggers and list their links

5.I must notify the bloggers of the award and hopefully they will follow the above three requirements also.

So Here goes..

Gils nanba, Thanks very much!!!Though your posts are about simple subtle things,You have the quality to make the readers think and go... "Oh yeah..."

u rock!

10 honest things about myself

1. I love dogs

I was once savagely bitten by a dog. Chased down the entire length of the road by a pack of mutts as I rode my favorite bicycle a little too fast. And one actually managed to sink 2 of its molar teeth right into my lower calf muscle. Then on, I came to be known in the neighbourhood as the girl-who-never-obeyed-parents-and-hence-got-bitten-by-a-dog . I never saw the connection. The scar still has a notable sheen on my skin.I was 9 then…

2. I’m a veggie

I was once a pure non-vegetarian.Anything that crawls, creeps, pecks and swims would end on my plate.Everyday. It’s a habit I picked up in Hyderabad, the food heaven. But now, I’ve given it all up. A veggie since 3 months now.It was hard and tempting in the beginning but mastered the art of self control for a thing as petty as food.But my friends’ circle think otherwise. Rumour has it, that im seeing a Brahmin guy that too one-sided. Had myself in stitches when I heard the theory from a friend,.I’m wondering if I should play along such speculations..and see where the story goes…hehe..

3. Hair fear

My second greatest fear is that I’ll lose all my hair soon.I’m already half way there. I sinfully fidget too much with it. Iron it, press it, straighten it, colourise, de-colourise,disentangle, smoothen, neaten,scrub, brush,comb,claw,prune, pluck……are some of the few things I subject my hair to.

4. I love kids

I’m a sucker for kids, babies and children. I can instantly bond with kids of all age. Kids don’t get all judgmental and cynical about things. They keep things simple.1+1=2.Simple.Its something that always fascinates me. When I’m feeling low or stressed out, I don’t shy away from asking the aunties in my neighborhood to let their kids play cricket with me.

5. Cricket is my religion and Sachin is my god (and Shane Watson is my boyfriend) I talk too much cricket for a girl. Its something I got from my dad .My perfect ideal day would be spending time with dad discussing cricket lazing on the couch watching a test match. Ahh bliss..I’ve never seen Michelangelo paint or Mozart perform, but I’ve seen Sachin bat many times. And I feel gifted to be living in the same era as that of Sachin. And I have a thing for Shane Watson, I keep telling my dad that he’s too cute for an all rounder. ;)

6. Shawshank Redemption

This is one masterpiece of a movie that changed my life.Though there's nothing in the movie that I can related myself to. I’ve watched it a zillion times, and everytime Morgan Freeman says the last few lines in the movie.,I cry like a baby..

“ I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.”

I think this wil do, before I put more and more mokkai...Feel like ive written an elaborated "About Me" section...And I tag the below listed great writers ( gils has already tagged most of them )

Chennaigirl

Kannaguonline

Kiran

Carpe diem

R-ambam

And anyone who reads this .. :)

In forma pauperis

2010-01-31T07:37:00.000-08:00

I heard Mr.Ramalinga Raju( remember him? ex-Chairman of the famed Satyam Computers, inflation king?,Account books cook(er),overstating company assets by $1 billion,kin-pin ...yeah yeah...and more) who also happens to be my ex-ex'ed Chairman has been officially granted the "Pauper" status by the US Investor ligitation.Otherwise known as"in forma pauperis" in Latin.....

It means, he does'nt have to pay the filing fees or any sort of financial obligations and other court costs because of his financial condition. How convenient!!!!!

Anyways, Yesterday was the most awaited day in a long time. Why? Becoause it was salary day.I went without any earning for over 3 months with the company shift fiasco and everything.I've never subjected myself to this kind of torture to jus earn a living for the single person I am.I'm talking about the work i've been doing for the past 1 and half months in my new company. Working late,the 3 hours commute,wakeup even before the dogs on the street,.Things were maniacally going out of control. However the end of month payslip kept me focussed and motivated.

I waited with baited breath for that blessing of a sms that comes announcing the "salary credited" to your account.Also being my first sal and all, I was more than curious to know the on-hand amount. I spent the past couple of weeks caculalting and formulating on how I was gonna spend( ahem....sorry save it).

Come 30th Jan, had a quiet birthday under circumstances. However went on a shopping spree in Puraswalkam and shopped to by heart's content for all my friend's upcoming marraiges. All this lavish shopping was done on my credit card.I kept checking my mobile for that single sms...none watsoever came!

Come 31st Jan,Got my payslip emailed to my official ID this morning. I was releived in a way to see the mail. But no sms came. I checked my account, no transaction was made.On closer look at the payslip, disaster struck. It was not my account details on my salary slip, It was not my bank either. Thank god, the name was mine, but the account number was different.Yes...u guessed it...The amount was creditted to somebody else's account!!! grrrrrrrrrr......Just another day in the life of a god-damned IT professional.

So much for my waiting........I'm officially "in forma pauperis" now.......

PS: There's something unusually similar about the above monkey pic and my DP..no?...I wonder wat is that!

911...............

2010-01-24T19:18:00.000-08:00

Somedays, you jus wish u dont deserve to be here....

.....................One such day is today

The beginning of the end

2010-01-14T08:57:00.000-08:00

She locked the door from the inside,And sat herself on the edge of the bed.The surface of her palm sweated profusely under the grip of the tiny bottle she was holding.The dark yet the transperant liquid within didnt look tasty.But does taste matter at this moment.

Looking back on her life, She could see only scars. Scars of pain ripped open very too often.

"I hope its all over soon", She mumbled to herself and gulped the contents of the bottle in one draught..

At first, She didnt feel a thing...then with a pang of pain , her throat burnt and her eyes watered as she frantically supressed the urge to throw up...It was the servant maid who was the first to see in the morning..There she lay sprawled on the floor with drools from her mouth as an empty bottle lay rolling a little distance away from her reach..

The previous night was the first time she boozed,... the first shot of tequila.....the finest brand there is . :)

No more polambings!

2010-01-10T05:16:00.000-08:00

Two weeks into my new job, I’ve been running like a chicken with its head cut off.

Over 12 hours of work,3 hours of commute and eye lids as heavy as lead-That’s me for the past 14days.My typical day starts at 5am in the morning and winds up at 12am in the morning next day. That explains all the chicken run I’ve been doing. But I cant ask more for a better start for the new year. I’m self sufficient that way. Though the commute and the work timing is near impossible, I have other things that nullifies the minuses.I’m happy!

However everyone around me never misses an opportunity to crib and yap about how others are doing so well in life and their’s suck.Post recession situation, no hike, no promotion , long travel , no signal in office , no pickle for curd rice in canteen,no tissues in washrooms are popularly discussed topics.And they happily end their discussion finally quoting “The grass is always greener on the other side”. It drives me up the wall when they blame it on the GRASS.Poor thing!

I understand its perfectly humane to crib and complain. Neanderthals as we are, we all have monkey minds.When you go to restaurants, very often the dish what the other person orders will look tastier than what’s on our plate. We are monkey minded that way. But most often , the people who yip-yap like this to me, are those in better roles with fat pay checks commuting in cars, and don’t work for extended hours. Primarily they have all the things I don’t have or yet to have.But what’s with you people, are you so selfishly obsessed in sharing your tantrums that you forget to even think who your talking to.,or how that person may take it.All the things you have and complain about maybe someone’s dreams and hopes of tomorrow.Dont you feel ashamed of the act of putting down someone’s hopes. Maybe your not! That is why u always end ur argument saying “The grass is always greener on the other side”.Shame on you!

I don’t wish to brag, but on my side there was no grass at all 6 months ago., Today, however, I have learned from my impetuous ways of old. Learnt from my own experience. Most importantly, I am not cribbing.

And my message to you is this: Maybe you shouldn’t too.Even if you do do, watch who you crib to….

A true strory...

2010-01-03T04:04:00.000-08:00

The dawn was a translucent one., the sky sinfully shone in orange and grey hues . Hazy dew was the order of the day. Everything about the weather was dull ,cold and dark, as if the sun had taken a day off work. But nothing today is going to dither me from meeting Him.After all these years of piled guilt and agony. I was determined for a peaceful sleep tonight.

I let the water from the shower wash over me, wash away the tears. The path from the tears that streamed down my face every night. I only wish, he knew the depth of every drop shed. I clad myself in my mom’s red saree. Red was his favorite color. My mom called it the “lucky one”, the one she was wearing when she met my dad. Saree is not my thing really.But deep down I am a timid girl, no matter how confident I portrayed myself to the outside world.A false being.Only he knew the person I was inside.Only he understood me more than me.

I kicked started by bike, the engine ruefully refused to wakeup. It felt like a bad omen.My body ached devoid all the sleep I didn’t have for the past few days.I had to muster all the little strength left in me on to my legs to kick start my bike. And then, with a familiar sound the engine roared.I then threaded the familiar roads and streets which I was so used to and travelled so many times yet it seemed so unfamiliar now. Everything had changed with time, the shops lining the street and the little houses, now advertised modern architecture. Once bumpy mud roads were replaced with gravelly tar stricken roads which shown mirages in the sunlight. Everything changed with time. I changed with time. The vehicle dutifully stirred its way as if it knew where the driver was destined to be. But, my thoughts were far away from the road.

Will he forgive me?

Will he accept me back after all these years?

“I don’t want you in my life, I don’t need you in my life”,

I said to him on a stormy night, 3 years back. I still vividly remember the pained smile he had on his face when I shouted those words,. as if he already knew that I would regret my decision 3 years later. And here I am standing in nothing but, deep remorse for my past.

There was small group of people outside his place.He is a busy man, he always was. People always seek him for help. and he was well known not to disappoint the ones who came to him.I walked into his place with small reluctant steps like a child on her first day at school.I couldn’t see him with all the crowd inside, I wondered what the occasion was. I craned my neck to get a glimpse of him. And suddenly,as if my thoughts were magically intercomed, the crowd surrounding him cleared and paved way for me to walk ahead.

And there he was majestically seated at the end of the hall, with the same mysterious smile he always had. My knees weakened as I got closer and I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.

I knelt and prayed for HIS forgiveness for all my ignorance and prejudice of my past. I cried and cried for what it felt like an eternity. I could feel the eyes of all the other devotees in the temple, on me. I cared less.All it mattered was, I was with Him again and he is my saviour. He alone is my LORD.

P.S: I'm currently suffering from newyearito-over-partying-fatigue-syndrome where the patient often tends to post some earlier published posts if she/he cant come up with a new one. This was my maiden attempt to short story writing, if it can be called as one.,For some reasons this writeup is very close to my heart.Reminds me of the good ol' times!! So starting this year afresh with a reminiscent held so dear.

A toothless judiciary system!!!!! S.H.A.M.E

2009-12-23T07:43:00.000-08:00

He has to be castrated in public.

He will burn in hell.

Read on,

Below is an excerpt of the article on ndtv.com

Two teenage girls, best friends and neighbours, watched television as Steffi Graf battled Monica Seles on August 12, 1990. Itching to imitate those serves and volleys, 14-year-old Ruchika Girhotra and Aradhana Parkash headed straight to the tennis court in their hometown Chandigarh.

It turned into a day that would scar them so badly, that one of them would be pushed to death.

During their game, they were summoned to the office of the President of the Haryana Lawn Tennis Federation. He was also one of Haryana's most-senior policemen. S P S Rathore asked Aradhana to leave his office. When she returned, he was molesting her best friend. He stopped when he realised he had been caught.

Ruchika's own mother had died when she was 11. She confided in Aradhana's family.

The Parkashes immediately adopted Ruchika's battle as their own; a battle that pitted them against a powerful policeman with hefty political connections. A police inquiry found Rahore guilty. Not surprisingly, his own force refused to take any action against him.

Men who followed them everywhere threatened the families. Ruchika found herself expelled from school three years later. Her brother was arrested for half a dozen car thefts. Overwhelmed by what her family was going through, Ruchika, now 17, killed herself by drinking poison. The cases against her brother were dropped after that. The Girhotras left Chandigarh.

Aradhana, however, vowed to fight for her friend. Her family won a CBI inquiry for the case in 2000.

But the charges against Rathore were a pale version of what Aradhana wanted. Instead of abetment of suicide amounting to murder, Rathore was accused of molestation.

The CBI said that because Ruchika had killed herself three years after the molestation, her death could not be linked to Rathore. Oddly enough, the CBI's own chargesheet contradicts that. It says, "The investigation has also disclosed that after the incident of molestation of Ms Ruchika remained confined to her house and remained depressed. Later, she committed suicide."

Through this, Rathore's career flourished. He retired as Haryana's most-senior policeman, the Director General of Police, in 2002.

Om Prakash Chautala, who was the chief minister during this time, denies that he sanctioned Rathore's promotions. Chautala told NDTV on Tuesday that his sympathies lie with Ruchika's family, and that he wishes the verdict against Rathore had been more severe.

That verdict has stumped everyone - six months awarded on Monday to a man found guilty of molesting a teenager. Rathore was granted bail immediately, so he will spend no time in prison. He says he will appeal against the verdict. His other comment: "It's a very old issue. Forget about it now."

courtesy: ndtv

He has to be castrated in public.
He will burn in hell.

Chennai's new fashion statement.

2009-12-17T10:20:00.000-08:00

The rain god is back with a bang in Chennai and today was one of the coldest days of the year by far.You may think i'm exaggerating. Maybe I am.hehe..But u cant stop a chennaite from bragging when the mercury drops even just a milli.Trust me, today's weather was "romantic". It rained in the wee hours in the morning.,but not good enough for schools to be called off.I had a bet with the kids in the block here.Half yearly exams are on and they dearly prayed for a holiday!.I won the bet (muahahaaa... i know im evil!!).

Anyways, now that I'm unemployed and all that I have loads of time to kill in the evenings. I decided to hit Usman Road around 6pm to porikify some cheap trinkets and stuffs.Since the weather was good, I decided to walk it up.I didnt even cross my street when i noticed something was amiss.Seriously!!. People and fellow passerbys sported something funny on/over their ears.It was a flab of stretched fluffy woolen cloth on both the ears connected from behind the head with a flexible thingy. It wasnt the same from person to person..some pink,fanta orange and some with the nike tick on both ears. I even spotted one with Vijay's vettaikaran print on it.

Even the "street corner " tea kadai bhai was wearing it..

"Bhai, rendu boomer thaanga",I asked. I didnt shift my gaze from the hideous thing on his ears.His was military camouflage pattern.

"Bhai, Athu enna? unga kaadhule???", I piped curiosity beckoning.

"Ithuva??...Earmuffs ma"... As he adjusted the thing with both his hands so proudly showing it off (I cudnt help rolling my eyes)

"WHAT the heck ??? ear muffs ah?..Why are you wearing it??? "

I could sense. He smirked at my ignorance of the most "in" thing in chennai. I smirked harder when he failed to catch the sarcasm in my voice of the above previous question.

Thats when it dawned on me. Everyone on the street had one pair on.The road side romeo's played carom board, all with a pair of earmuffs. The paatis and thathas all sported colorful muffs on their way to the temple. Platform stalls on usman road were selling these earmuffs like hot cakes. Two for twenty five bucks. People thronged around these stalls to pick the more fancy/colorful ones than the previous customer. They were'nt too embarrassed to even smack it on their ears then and there.I understand its cold in chennai,I know its raining and all that.But EARMUFFS IN CHENNAI...really?? you must be kidding me.Grrr........

I muttered "madness" under my breath as I returned home and opened the gate only to see my dad reading the evening newspaper in the portico with a pair of black earmuffs on......

No further comments .I end my post here!

When words fail you....

2009-12-14T09:29:00.000-08:00

There are moments in life when words fail you.

No matter how hard you try, there are certain questions posed by people which can put your heart in your mouth.You just simply open and close your mouth hoping words will mysteriously form out of thin air. But there's no escaping the wrath and the agony such questions which can even make you ponder about your very existence and its purpose.

I, for one had the misfortune to be the victim of one such situation when all the languages in the world failed me…..

Pavithra(a 3 year old) : Akka, Neenga girl ah boy ah?????

Me : &*#$$^%$%^$@#$

A pictorial representation of my reaction.

Naan Asin thaan da!!!!

2009-12-10T10:55:00.000-08:00

So, the other day I was strolling down the saidapet railway station.Though I live at close proximity to the Mambalam station, I prefer taking my trains from saidapet. Primarily because I hate surfing through the humongous human waves pouring into the famed Ranganathan street day in day out. You don’t have to really walk to the Mamabalam station, you will be glided by the crowd in and out effortlessly.Only thing, you can almost smell the sweat off the person’s head walking ahead of you and the person behind can smell yours.At any given point of time, someone will be playing the game “Lets-see-who-stamps-my-feet-harder” game without your permission.Now, if you’re a girl.,needless to say, there will be moments like “Ouch, What was that”..or “who the f**k was that”…………..you get my drift right?!?!?

So like I said, the other day I was strolling down saidapet station.It was around 3 in the afternoon with not many people around except a few pairs of heads sitting on sunbaked cement benches oblivious to the Chennai weather almost glued to eachother discussing Global warming issues and climatic changes in Siberia. I had to take the overhead walkway to go towards the other side of the track. That’s when I saw him.

A man in his mid forties or late…not more. He was frantically grooving around the place where he was standing throwing his arms in mid air as if searching for something.On closer look, I realized he was had dark glasses on.He was a blind man.Not only that, he was asking for help as far as his soft voice could carry for someone to guide him through the over head bridge. I was a good 15-20 meters away from him.Apparently he got down from the train which just left the platform.As I watched, he continued grooving around with his hands and slowly staggering sideways precariously close to the edge of the platform.

One pair sitting on the bench close to where the blindman was, were still discussing Global issues with heads together, arms arnd each other in broad daylight. “Buggers!!!”.

I sprint the distance between me and the blindman and in no time I held his foreman and pulled him away from the sloppy platform.

“Thanks madam, Ennai konjam bridge kitta vittudinga please”, he said immediately and shifted the grip of my hand from his left to his right since he was carrying a huge cloth bag in his left.

He clasped my hand hard and held on to it for dear life.Frankly, I’ve never held a guy’s hand before except my dad’s ofcourse.So I was kinda going numb from his grip., as we slowly walked down the long deserted platform.He took small child-like strides, so I had to reduce my pace as well.He stumbled slightly, on a slate of mosaic that was detached up from the floor. “Stupid me,I should have have told him that there was a bump.

Thereon, I said “pallam iruku inga”, “step varuthu”, “right turn”,”left turn” where ever necessary., as we slowly climbed up and down the almost disintegrating steps of the saidapet OH walkway .Man, It felt like to have walked up and down the everest. Wonder how they do it everyday.

On reaching the foot of the stairs, he said “Romba Nandri madam, and walked away briskly towards the left of the road while I went right.

Suddenly,someone screamed,“Ghajini, Asin-nu nenapo manasula….”

I wheeled around to see the source of the compliment. It was the jerk on the bench that was discussing global issues.

“Ammam da…vaada, Naan Asin thaan da….”

He muttered something like “Decent ah irukunu paatha, ponnu sema local-a pesuthu paara”

Ading goyya……Poda dei…..

He went cowering behind the dupappta of the girl he was with…. :-)

Shi(f)t happens!

2009-12-07T10:16:00.000-08:00

They say you’re whole life reels in front of your eyes moments before you die.This is not something like that, This is not anything like that.Not even tad closer to that, Its not that at all. But what would flash in front your eyes moments after you quit your job.A job you were almost wedded to for 3 odd years and held on to your dear life., even when its ex-chairman was playing chess in one Chanchalguda(that’s somewhere in AP) Central jail according to sources.I assume you would have guessed who I’m talking abt.

Its like this.. I quit my job last week.

It was a decision taken on impulse, though pondered upon and contemplated for so long, I can rightfully say it was planned.I'm a little disappointed that it took me almost half a year to let go.Now that’s a whole different can of worms.Lets not get into that now.

So, I was there at the reception of my office building doing all the closing formalities., like submitting my ID card et all., and with a glazed eye as my 3 years of worklife reeled in ultra slow mo in alternate black and white and sepia like a some age old movie with Illayaraja for BGM…

Reel 1: The image of the guy who walks around from the cafeteria to the sports room to the library to the pantry with his hands always in his pockets.Its a mystery to everyone in my ODC.I for one,invariably get reminded of a joke in one tamil movie. :)

Reel 2: The tragedy that befell Miss.Ju when she called me on the phone to tell that she got accidently locked from inside the loo and I went charging in to rescue her like some super girl only to realize I broke and barged in to the loo in the 2nd floor while Miss Ju was in the 3rd floor.There was a lot of heroine-like screaming that day in the ladies wash room.

Reel 3:When Mrs.M’s baby was due in a month’s time., andher water broke prematurely and she was adamant to go in an auto to the hospital than wait for a cab. It took us ages to talk her out of “delivering-the-baby-in-the-auto” idea. She was blessed with a baby boy that same night.

Reel 4: Project financial report presentation’s 5th slide had a beaming picture of my boss with all her jewels,adigai,odiyanam and all crap she and her ancestors ever owned. When the 5th slide was up in the huge screen, My boss was flushed to the dismay of 30 odd ppl in the conference room.Only 2 ppl knew how that picture got into the presentation, one, the author of this blog and Miss Ju.

“Madam, Please hand over your ID card…..”, guffawed the almost inaudible security guy

"I already gave the odiyanam, errrmm…I mean the ID card.",I blurted coming back to my senses.

“You can keep the tag mam”, the security guy smirked.

“What am I to do with this, can’t even hang myself with this”, you have it as my Memorabilia.

And I walked out of the building singing “Rain drops falling on my head”,

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head

But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red

Cryin's not for me

'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'

Because I'm free

Nothin's worryin' me

As the hands-in-the-pocket guy went past me…. With his hands u know where………………….

I mean his pockets!!!!

So long…..Satyam!!

2009-12-01T07:06:00.000-08:00

We measure love not with the amount of happiness given.. but with the amount of pain borne.

I stumbled upon this quote....Read it twice....Made me think for awhile....blogged it...Changed font...published it....I'm Over and out now...

Happy thanksgiving to all...

goin thro' a patch...

2009-11-25T19:02:00.000-08:00

I got a call from my ophthalmologist in the morning. I had one the busiest 5 weekdays without even having to go to work. So I planned to slumber by daylight for the most part of the weekend. But the call changed everything. I dragged myself in the dirtiest of jeans with a v-neck red tee to go with. I landed at the doctor’s desk at 12:20 am for a 10 am appointment. She eyed me like she would see an insect with disgust.Three hours later I had my eye operated., I was lying on the bed looking up at the ceiling through one eye and the other eye nicely patched up.I looked like a pirate, who was missing his parrot.

My folks were pretty mad, when I landed myself in an auto with an eye patch and saying mater of factly,that I had a surgery. I had a tough time trying to get my parent's reactions through jus one eye.Neverthless, the yip yap continued before it finally ceased at bed time.I wasnt tired, but I went and seated myself in my room.A nap would not do any bad. And so I napped till midnight that day,until when a sudden pain shot right through my eye.Yes,the anesthetic finally wore off. The pain in my head was excruciating .I've never knew thats like it to feel an eye hurt.,I complained of head ache to my doc."Its your eye aching",she corrected me. It was onething to feel physical pain with your eyes open,.atleast u can see the pain., But it’s a different story to feel pain with your eyes closed.It was like someone had cut open your eye, and put a pebble into it and stitched your eye-lids to-gether…I know, it pains to even read it…

The patch was not to be removed for 3 days and guess what, it was the blissful 3 days in months. I informed my boss, that I will be working from home for the next week.,for which she muttered something like “as-long-as the-work-is-done”.I didn’t give a damn,I dropped a mail, to my onsite co-ordinator, that I will not be available to fix your nasty bugs for a week. I did everything with one eye thereon….

Watching TV and laptop was forbidden for 2 weeks. I watched “The ugly truth” , Wrong turn 1,2,3 movies with my bedroom door securely closed. I even drew an eye over the patch with my eye liner, It came out well..Only thing was, I got blasted royally by my mom for my silliness though dad found it very amusing.

Now, I ‘ve got my patch removed.Both the eyes are intact and working.So much for my patchy days...

Bring it on.....

2009-11-23T10:11:00.000-08:00

Fall in love or fall in hate... get inspired or b depressed. Ace a test or flunk a class. Dance on the tables or sit in the corner. Life is divine chaos. Embrace it. Forgive urself. Breathe..... Enjoy the ride :)

2009-11-16T18:56:00.000-08:00

I have a habit.When boredom hits, I often find myself rummaging my bookshelf not for a Dan Brown, or a SS or a Robin Cook.But an English-dictionary,..Yes, I inherited the one which my dad had used.Its called the LIFCO dicionary.Most often I end up finding it and dusting off the filth from its tattered covers.

I neatly pull my study table comfortably close so that the enormous bundle of binded paper is right below my nose.Where to start, is always the most dificult decision to be made, But doesnt hog most of ur intelligence when your bored like me.,Its jus the matter of how many pages your thumb can flip in a bunch.The the page u land in the process is the letter u begin with.....And then, I go...reading from top to bottom,right to left...sometimes mouthing lengthy, foreign rooted words twice or thrice audibly to hear the sound it made. You might think its strange for someone to do something like this, and I might need to get-a-life...But trust me, it opened a whole new world of enlightenment for me...below are my takeaways of my weird habit.

1.First of all,I beleived I knew alot about the words of the world., but I now realise how far behind in the learning I am.Words are like people.You think you’ve figured out everyone u know. But the truth is everyone has their own definition which can surprise you when you learn abt them in the oddest of times.

2.Secondly, the most funniest, icky sounding words has the most sweetest definitions of all. Example: “Serendipity”, this is one of my favorite words in english.Phonetically, it rolls out of the tongue so easily, but this word has one of the sweetest definitions to go with.

3. Did you know the word “LOVE” is one of the words with most definitions in any english dictionary. Now you know.So, you think you figured out everything about “love”.Well, think again.

4. The more and more I dwell in my weirdo habit, the more I learn about how little I know and how much more is ought to be learnt in life. This actually reminds me from time to time to keep myself grounded. Not that I’m on cloud9 all the time. But it helps to realize that Life has to offer many more things.

Well, so long now. I’m off to read my dictionary. Do you think u have such weird habits? Let me know!!! :)

The Rain and me

2009-11-12T08:10:00.000-08:00

The monsoon finally set in south india and it poured like hamsters and shrimps for almost a week. Chennai was brimming to its edges. Rubber boats and emergency units were at stand by in velacherry like the good ol’ times. This time it was an unnamed cyclone of a weak stature, which cried like a girl, who was not sure if she should cry harder or not.,or what she was crying for.Neverthless it soothed the heat of the ground with a hissing sound as the first drops hit the land.

Well,well,well….you know wat happens when rains pound in Chennai. HOLIDAY. Yep, a holiday smack right in the middle of the week. Not that my employer cared so much, but I declared my own holiday for 3 consecutive days followed by the weekend. Five whole blissful days was in the making.

It was 11 am, no power in the house and its vicinity.The whole house was drowned in darkness, my mom fidgeting with the cutleries and ladles against the light from a kuthu vilaku (lamp).I was working on a excel report to be sent by EOD, the silent pounding of the rain against my window was definitely not helping matters.Finally accepting defeat I chucked my lappy aside., and heaved a sigh of frustration until the ear fones jutting out of my cupboard caught my eye.I haven’t lent a ear to this fellow for somewhile now-My iPod. And pulled it right out of the shelf and headed for the terrace.Three flights of stairs and an old lady(that’s me)-result is a lot of panting like a dog out of breath. On reaching the terrace, I ran into the covers of the tank shed., and happily sat under slanting roof with “Right round” faintly playing in my pod. The shelter of the tank, was really not serving its purpose as sleet as sharp as arrows pounded right on my face, with each drop I could feel my skin bounce into a depression and back. It was tickly in a way. But my thoughts were far from the pain what the rains had to offer.Pain of the heart that transformed into nostalgia of the last rains in Chennai.But a smile was all that I can do.. I looked up to the skies., and I suddenly felt an incredible affinity for nature. I sat myself up and threw myself in the rain..I did a double check, if my neighbours window was open.They were bachelors.I raised the volume of FloRida to its maximum and I went hay wire. Dancing is not my cup of tea.But I felt some kinda euphoria and I needed to dance and now., and I threw my hands and legs randomly in all directions., and went around the many potted plants my mom affectionately gardened. If someone was watching me from a little far away, It would have looked like a hysteric tribal dance of the deep jungles of Congo to the eyes of the unintelligible. But I cared less. I felt the rain in my tongue, It tasted all metallic and sweet. I liked it.I got soaked to the skin in seconds. I laughed at my own silliness of the act., and tears eased out for no reason. It is much easier to cry in the rain.Trust me!

You spin my head right round, right round

When you go down, when you go down down

I know the storm is comin

my pockets keep tellin me it’s gonna shower

Call up my homies it's all

Then pop in the next 'cause this mix'll be ours

You spin my head right round, right round

When you go down, when you go down down

Suddenly I felt someone watching me behind my back,

My dad was standing at the doorway with an umbrella, “Did you get struck by lightning or something”, Come down..Mom is calling you……

Hehe….happy rainy days to all.............!!!!

watta lyrics!!!!

2009-11-04T10:23:00.000-08:00

There are words that can elevate ones heart into oblivion by instantly sprouting wings in the balls of your feet and make you feel like your flying in a dream.A soft "hmmmmm" from a loved one,A child's "gaga" and "gogo" when you play with them,an almost inaudible "Hi there" from the hunk next door when you leave for work,Also when the doctor asks your age and he says well, you dont look twenty four..hehe...Words like these make my day after day.Last night I saw this epic song of AR Rahman."Minale from the movie Maymadham". I cudnt figure out if the music was better or the lyrics.The words of this masterpiece of a song made so much meaning and sense even to a duffer like me.Below are the words...

paalmazhaikkuk kaaththirukkum boomi illaiyaa - oru
pandigaikkuk kaaththirukkum saami illaiyaa
vaarththai varak kaaththirukkum kavignar illaiyaa - naan
kaaththirundhaal kaadhal innum meelumillaiyaa
kanneeril theevalarththuk kaaththirukkiraen - un
kaaladiththadaththil naan pooththirukkiraen

Daddy, I'm on pill

2009-10-25T05:11:00.000-07:00

Wrapped in my sheets,I lay on the bed

In a druken haze, eagle spread

I smell the sodium bulb faintly dim

Inch by inch the delight of goin limb.

Prescription drugs for every ill.,

I dare not say "Daddy, I'm on pill".

Coughed myself to wake in sobreity

Maybe I was dreaming in my dream again

All conscienceness of my yesteryears at bay

Grooved around the bedside table for them.

Like a rattle to a child.,I found mine

Milky white container,with a perforated cap

gulped one and washed it down with coffee.

felt the first pang of relief from the drill

but, I dare not say "Daddy I'm on pill".

Oh yes,I've read all the literature

Leaves liver,lung and all in a fixture.

Mushy masses of carcasses in the end.

Is'nt life more than that? u may defend.,

The question is :Happiness or Pain

MY happiness i choose.

Coz,this is my life i immensely disdain.

And here i pop another one still.,

but,I dare not say "Daddy I'm on pill".

This piece was inspired from a 2- week stand I went through on high dose drugs, prescribed for a week by my practitioner, extended for another 2 weeks by myself. Anything that can heal your pain, can never be harmful.I slept in peace for the first time in months.For the remainder of the time when I wasnt sleeping.,my vision was like the woman in that picture. :-) It was eternal bliss.

Spoken poem- A Thousand kisses deep

2009-10-07T20:02:00.000-07:00

The words of this masterpiece of a poem reverberates in my head 72 hours after i heard it for the first time.

And
maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXaRT8CXmGE

2009-09-22T06:34:00.000-07:00

Monday 6^th Apr 09

PRELUDE:Monday blues, not just blue…but all shades of blue, sky blue,demin blue, ujala blue..

Another boring week was in the making, nothing has changed for the better.Wakeup, brush, watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S,raid wardrobe, kick bike,drive, curse a few ppl, read horoscope, sleep in meetings, come home. Its been monotonously boring like this. Nothing has changed. Not even the ways I get bored.

It was yet another blue Monday . I was driving to work down the kotturpuram road, with a glazed eye and linkin park blaring in my ears.While I drive, these are the rules: I see nothing,-I hear nothing - I speak nothing(except a few swear words). My bike has a mind of its own having realized that the owner doesn’t , it works and drives on its own accord.Jumps at respective signals , overtakes in respective places, honks at respective vehicles. Until oneday, I realized my bike also adjusts its rear view mirror to see objects behind it better. Note the point: OBJECTS as in tall, husky things driving sport bikes. And so my bike did what it does best when it sees these objects. IT STOPPED… and That’s when I saw him.

(did I forget to mention, the object of this post is a BOY.Yes, a boy, a man, a guy, a dude whatever)

30kmphr . Not more than that, was the speed he was driving in.I was atleast 20 feet ahead of him. Trying to catch a quick glimpse of this magnificent creation of god ...hehe, I quickly wiped some non existent filth off my right rear view mirror with my bare hands.During this time, he zoomed past me with an incredible amount of engine sound (despite, Linkin park still blaring in my fones). I needed to catch up.I left my right hand to do the wiping of my mirror and left hand raced the accelerator by almost 360 degress and before I knew it, I zoomed past him and there he was again in the focus my mirror. I smiled to my self ever so proudly of my driving skills. I saw him coming closer just behind me, 15 feet, 10 feet, 8, 7,6,5,4….

What the hell was that??? Holy crap, he was wearing one of those helmet, tat makes u look like your returning to earth after a space mission. The one which has the fully covered face mask kinda thing.All Black! Y would anyone want to hide a face like his,it was injustice to weak hearted girls like me. And in seconds, he went past me again. All I saw was his white funny skeleton sticker at the back on his black helmet. Phew L!!!!

Neverthless the chase was not over, “Here I come helmet boy” and raced my accelerator and snaked my way through the traffic clogged road closely keeping an eye for him. It wasn’t really easy to lose him with all the morning traffic and all that. Thanks to his nosiy BULLET thing he was driving., his machine was a head turner.

I don’t last remember the time, I was involved in a high speed chase like this (Having chased by traffic constables at nandanam signal many times, but that’s a different issue all together). In the Next 5-7 minutes I had pushed my bike to its breaking point not to mention my skills as a driver. I was confident, I will somehow catch up with him and get a glimpse of his face or whatever!!!

Vroooom, Vroom….was all I heard!!! Constantly keeping in sight, there he was just 30 feet ahead of me.

And that’s when I saw, we were approaching a signal at madhaya kailash, It was green and counting down from 10 seconds…10,9,8,7,6,5,4…..

My pea-sized brain,quickly tried to figure all parameters together…,

Velocity=distance/time taken

=approx(30meters)/8 secs à 353435.3454 (huh???)…I should be driving a rocket or travelling at the speed of light to cross the signal before it turns red (I know, I suck in physics!!!!)

That’s when I realized, he already went past the signal, and I was stuck for the next 120 secs behind the stop line as the LED counter started ticking down. So, much for my high speed chasing, So much for all the overtaking, speeding,So much for my dream man!!! I saw the white skeleton sticker growing smaller in size and he gained more distance from me. And he was gone in no time……………

I looked up to the skies and asked “Y god Y?????? “ why are u doing this to me???..There was no voice to answer as its always been. Life was always been this hard and painful!...Dont I deserve a small teeny tiny ray of hope. Again “why god why????? “..And Golly…I was back to my monotonous boring days!!!!

I waited for the next 2mins, pondering about all the ill luck I’ve had in life. Green light was back on, and I slowly accelerated and proceeded my ever boresome commute to my office. It was a hot dry day clearly opposite to how gloomy and cold I was feeling.All feelings of loneliness, insecurity , hopelessness came rushing back…..Anyways Life like that!!!!

Just when I was about to take the detour to my workplace.I saw the white skeleton again. I did a double take. The bike was parked at the roadside and the black helmet was on the seat. And there he was standing next to his bike, with a smile on his face looking in my direction.

Oh my God!!!! I frantically looked around to see, if he was really looking at me, or someone behind my shoulders as it has always turns out to be in numerous occasions. There was not a soul in the vicinity. He then causually raised his hand and waved and said a soft “Hi”. He looked like ones of those shirtless blokes in “Old Spice” ads.

I was literraly gaping at him and in no time, I raced my bike and took the detour and went the usual road to my office without a glance or thought of him. I dunno y I did that but …Basic girl Insticncts I guess!

6-foot frame, half shaved, rugged jeans and a black roudneck t-shirt…and a silly smile on his face looking at ME.What more can I ask for?!?!?!...I can stay single for the rest of my life for precious moments like these. I hummed “Its raining Men” all the way to work. That particular Monday was no longer blue!! :) :)

NOTE: This was an unpublished post for a long time for reasons that I don't give a damn anymore!

His smile says it all....

2009-09-18T08:27:00.000-07:00

I really dunno who the kid is.This is a mail I got from my practise head.The kid's smile sure lights up my day.

Priceless Feeling!

2009-09-15T09:25:00.000-07:00

Its not abt winning or losing

Its not abt hangin on or letting it go

Its not abt loving enuf or loving more

Its not abt the missing or the company

Its not abt the sweet nothings or manythings

Someday, I'm finally gonna let go

Cause i know there's a better way

And i wanna know wats over that rainbow

I'm gonna get out of here someday, someday!

Appy birrrrrrrthday lachumi.....

2009-09-12T17:29:00.000-07:00

She's the blackness of the eye

She's the epitome of all the joy

She's the profanity of my sanity

She's the humbleness of all my vanity

She's the truth in every myth

She's the myth in every truth

She's the rain inside an umbrella

She's Hari's own cindrella ;)

She's the glare of the unshined diamond

She's the softness of the hard almond

And lux, and thats who u are! my friend!

Happy birthday babe!

Wake me up when September ends

2009-09-09T19:40:00.000-07:00

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends

-Greenday

Sleeplessness

2009-09-06T09:58:00.000-07:00

2:30 am and sleeplessness is not a very combination.As it happened in many nights lately, i jerked my eyes open at 2:30 like one of those possesed girls in a horror flick.I hate it when i do that.Honestly,It scares the crap out of me.On an average night, i wud be tossing myself around the sheets gaping at the ceiling fan or sitting at the edge of the bed looking down at my toes wondering if i need a pedi.Well tonight i decided to peak a boo at this neglected blog of mine.

There was once a time, when i used to blog late into the night.Regular updates,trying all sorts of templates, adding every possible widget under the sun.Not that this place was thronged with bloggers.But i had a small audience to keep myself happy and wanting to update this space regularly.I still vividly remember, how insecure i felt about publishing any post.

I miss blogging, i miss writing my heart out, I miss the happy feel i get when i jus let my fingers run amok on the keyboard.Ive never really fancied writing that much until i started blogging.But for some reasons i cudnt come up with anything for the past couple of months or so.Or the crap i did write doesnt really count.I'm never really busy in doing things i love to do.Its my way of living.But going thro some jigsawed phase at the moment.Its like i've been blind folded for a while and then when the folds are finally taken off, and you feel that disturbing sun in your eyes.Stinging but your glad the folds are off. Difficult period to cope with for the past few weeks trying to compartmentalize all the things that had happened. And trying to figure out why it happened. Lots of questions went unanswered.Lots of tears went un dried. Well, at the end of the day,atleast I'm happy with what i have and didnt lose much! Atleast I’m happy the way I lead my life.

I draw inspiration from a lot of things around, the flowers that bloom without water on my terrace, the kids I play ball with, the kites that I gaze upon every Sunday afternoon, the occasional chat I have with strangers in local bus, forward SMSs from friends,the comments i get on my posts,marina beach,my books,my playlist ,my aunt, my friend,my sister.It is these things in life that I look forward and wont disappoint in cheering up my spirit.

Well,I love writing here and will continue to do so. My blog and me are here to stay!

2009-09-03T09:24:00.001-07:00

Pretend to hide

Those tears of wrath now denied

Belligerence aroused along her stride

Pretend to hide as she cried.

Cast down by a nefarious soul

Life,amputated by a game so foul

Squealing,morrow melodies of despair

Nursed a bleeding heart forever so bare.

Nightmares of days of frolick with the unknown

Thro burns of the cold,timelessly grown.

Felt the pain, thro gritted teeth

When the mute music abruptly ceased.

Light years of silence loudly pressed.

A vagabond thro day and night.

With sabotaged spirit so damp and still

Here i wait with baited breath for an angelic kill.

2009-08-25T02:08:00.000-07:00

This is me,
In nothingness I be
I fondly doubt, was it even me?
I was once a kid, as a kid can be
Beleive me!

Rode on the wind,
With sand in my feet,
Sipping thro the summer breeze
Merried in my own kingdom of wants and games.
Always gay and smile to taunts.
I was a kid, as a kid can be.

A salmon out of breath,
Not knowing water or air it needs
As it ponders, another day dawns.
The sunrises, and the salmon sleeps as it weeps.

Another day is on the cards,
with not a dime, in your pretty pink wallet.
Screamed my fucking name, looking to the sky.
Another day is jus over time
Not worth a penny, when u dont even care a dime.

After all, think this shit
The bliss you had wished, was it worth the bit.
pretending with all your might to try to fit.
Knew it to my stomach's pit.
I was nosilessly broken beyond repair
Beyond, anything u can credit.

Someday, I wish to ride again
Not the wind but the storm.
This time, the kid in me will long be gone
And everytime I fall,
Swear,to mark the place with my cold blood
Move on far and high from YOU
Jus beating my salmon fins harder till I die.

Sisterhood rocks!

2009-08-22T07:27:00.000-07:00

My mom called us Aliens!The neighbours called us DEVILS

Both of us reckon, each other was picked up from the road trash on a misty morning 24 years and 22 years ago respectively

We've never called ourselves "sisters" in public.Not that we did privately too.We only spoke to curse eachother and say the meanest things.And we did a lot of talking that way.We fought,We rehearsed for the Women WWE.We patched.We laughed and giggled in places we shouldnt and about things no one understood.We shared clothes, wardrobes,debit cards and the bed.TV remote was one of the sought after things before any bloody fight.There's even been a time when we took an arugument to the street(my neighbours got a glipmse of hell breaking lose).We always cursed eachother in english.,my folks wud have disinherited us if they knew'd the words we used against eachother.As far as my memory cud take, there's never been a single instance when we have returned home in peace after a shopping spree.Unlike other siblings, we never cried in each other's presence nor shared boy stories.Yet through it all, the coldness will eventually thaw and melt away and we're right back to where we've left it, that is, like nothing has ever been missing...

Yet, during our parting we became muted to eachother.I cud feel her silently weeping as i had my fone pressed to my right ear.She was pulling a good act, trying to hide the fact but not good enough for me.

"Hey,guess wat, I got the aisle seat", she said as soon as she boarded the plane..I knew she was jus saying that trying to break the awkward silence.

"Congratulations, so, ur hair wont get messed up!!! hehe"

That was the first time, i failed to repartee with sarcasm.Somehow i cudnt take the mickey out of her at that moment.As i felt my eyes burn and my lips trembled.
Oh gosh!..I cannot cry in front of my little sister.Not now! not ever!..

"Ok de, U take care!...gimme a call when u hit singapore", I told her and hung up abruptly..My voice was a clear give away.It came out all harsh and aritificial.It was as if i was having a head cold.

Where is the restroom when u need one in the airport.My tissue was sogged by the time i found and left the loo 15 minutes later.And then, My mobile beeped with the familiar nokia new message polyphonic tune.

"I'll miss ya sis" ur the best!!!!!!!!, it said...

Now,Where was the restroom again...........

Falling Leaves

2009-07-28T07:40:00.000-07:00

I was thinking of old friends today

and how many of them have slipped away.

Moved, got married, or stopped calling so much,

Found new friends, got busy, and just lost touch.

It reminded me of falling leaves .

Every autumn the leaves fall from the trees.

Some stay longer than others, but eventually -

Each leaf must fall, I'm told,

leaving the tree alone to face the cold.

Why is it that in the time of utmost need

the leaves would seek to leave the tree?

And when we need our friends around

we look and they cannot be found?

Of course these friendships come and go

and in the spring new leaves will grow.

But I prefer autumn friends of old

with crackling laughter and colors bold.

And then I thought of you.

That one stubborn leaf that won't let go.

That clings despite the winds that blow.

Fighting ice, and snow, and winter's stings

Hanging on right through till spring.

So I guess that's what you are to me -

The very last leaf to leave the tree.

I know it seems silly, but it's true.

When I see that last leaf...I think of you.

....don't drift away.... will you???

to my friends, kee kee,lux and divs.

Love you guys!

2009-06-29T08:53:00.000-07:00

Govt loses will, won't scrap anti-gay law soon………….

So reads the headlines on one popular news site.

Soon??? How soon is soon?
What if they was never a “soon”?
How will they decide when the soon did arrive, if they can’t make up their minds now?

Should they have to wait for them., to repeal Section 377 of IPC. Do we humans have any right at all to stall a natural phenomenon? The many religions and religious groups we have so proudly belonged to, considers it a offense.”PROHIBITED” in some. Many say as its against nature., though Science does proves homosexuality is as normal as heterosexual.

Disease. These diseases people talk about is equally or 3 folds more prevalent amongst heterosexuals as well. But the lame and the ignorant still propagate the very idea of the homosexuals being the major source of HIV infections.

“Western culture”- they call it.

How can a state of nature, a third gender be called as an import of a western country. It is a disgrace to India and Indians to call themselves literate and address homosexuality a mere item of developed countries. Ignorant as they may be, its high time they stop exposing their ugly ignorant face and cease propagating more ignorance. Who are they to distinguish what’s “natural” and what’s “not natural” when all of us are off springs of the basic entity called LOVE, It’s not up to anyone to decide or legalize a natural state of being, or who one desires to be with or if we are effeminate. Marriage is not a privilege of the heterosexuals. It’s a human right for all to exercise.

If we are not ready to address this issue now, …It doesn’t prove homosexuality is not there.Our country has a huge democracy, and it’s high time we stop treating homosexuality a taboo and lend a ear to those issues which have been so secretly held in closets for many years.

2009-06-18T14:28:00.000-07:00

When a gigantic tidel wave is just inches over ur head,you cant do much except,stand and stare and wait for gravity to do its thing and get washed away from the face of the earth.Im just inches away from that happening.

ANYWAYS (I love saying that word ;)) the silver lining is ,I’m back blogging!

Tormenting the past couple of week has been, ive been trying to keep the throbbing vein in my head under control. Thanks to my movie marathon featuring the following,

A walk to remember
Riding in cars with boys
City of angels
When harry met sally
Eurotrip*

Except the one superscripted with an asterisk, all the others were top notch insipid romantic tales for the American modern era. Call me a twelve year old year, I don’t give a damn.There’s something about all these flicks, which cannot be watched without a pack of tissues next to you.,Yet will make u smile for 24 hours even after watching the flick.Not to mention, the moving performances of the characters, Drew barryomore(riding in cars with boys),Nicholas cage(City of angels), Mandy moore(A walk to remember) and the ever lovable meg ryan(When harry met sally). These ppl are really something, they have the great ability to squeeze the hell out of one’s emotional juices., truly making justice to all the roles.No wonder they are highly paid-hollywoodians.

The bottom lines is, I had a pleasant week as opposed to my not so pleasant happenings, owing to my movie watching spree.I'll will post separate posts reviewing each of these movies.So, watch out!!!

Hoping to download and watch more, Feel free to suggest movies of this genre.

Note: I’m still looking for the retarded one which suggested EUROTRIP.He is Dead meat, if i get hold of him!!!!!!!!!!!

I promise it won't happen again between us.

2009-06-16T09:15:00.000-07:00

To my dearest,

Upon my ever growing list sinful acts, topping the charts is my sickening guilt feeling of having to let go of you………………….

I vividly remember. Just 6 months back, we were so meant to be and it felt so right. I shared my deepest darkest secrets with you ., every minuscule moments, gory glories, worthless fears, the silent cries and all the true lies. You were the first and the last thing I see every day. You’ve been with me at all times. We made new friends together. Together we entertained each other and others. But time has changed, I moved on.For no reasons whatsoever….And here I am in deep remorse for my doing. Words fail me,in expressing how apologetic I am.

Dear BLOG.This black template of yours is all I have.And I miss writing in this space.Hope you accept my apologies for I promise to keep you updated and alive just like the good ol’ times for what was done is history. History cannot be re-lived but can be repeated.And we shall together re-repeat the history, once we were.

Always yours untruly and dreamy,

BLOGGER.

2009-01-19T09:55:00.000-08:00

Through childhood, adolescence and late teen years I’ve read the classic Little Women a zillion times, every abridged version known, every movie ever made even an animated series in Japanese.,my sister and myself are bigtime fans of the classic.Whenever I read the book, its amazing how I can easily relate myself to the 2nd amongst the 4 sisters- ‘Joe March’.

Often tempestuous, highly ambitious and sometimes brash, short-tempered, bold and also tom-boyish, similar traits of the author of this post (replace sometimes brash with alltime brash)…However,in the novel, amongst the four sisters, Meg marries Lauire’s tutor Mr.Brooke..Amy finds love in Laurie himself while touring Europe and beth for some reason,does not live to see the end of the novel. Though Jo had resolved never to marry after declining Laurie’s proposal, still she felt an awful loneliness as she wondered what direction her life should take. While struggling with these feelings, a tutor entered her life, Professor Bhaer. He was an older, German gentleman, filled wit'n a genteel love. People turned to him because of the compassion he so freely gave, akin to Beth's spirit. This love healed Jo.and eventually married Bhaer.

Sadly, I have turned 20 something last Jan without seeing anything remotely close to the “Bhaer” .However I must admit, this is least of my worries at the moment.But the most worrisome ppl about me being single, are a crowd of aunts,their cousins, their second in-laws and other female relatives who I’ve never knew existed till now and the Bhai in the corner tea shop.

Why all the dire state of affairs??.

Women today have come a long way, looking well into the future. Having studied in the best schools and colleges, excelling in their carreers as good as the guys. And suddenly they hit 25 years, and BHAM!!!...they give up everything, and move with their husbands to the US of A. And if its arranged marriage fiasco, its even worse…You meet the guy, and get married in a months time, and give up the whole 25 years of your living, principles for what u stand for to move with him and getting accustomed to his way of living. Most of my peers with great aspirations for their careers who I did schooling/college with, are in my orkut friend’s list.And what do they do after their marriage?..Their fulltime job, is posting photos in orkut, when it rains, snows or when a tornado hits their town .And their partime job would include writing comments for photos posted by fellow “desperate” housewives.

“Omg, Its snowing in Houston after ten years”, reads one such friend’s gtalk status.

(A prospect weather girl in the making.,I should say!)

“I ate masala dosa for breakfast”

“I tripped on my shoe lace”

“Oh, my house roof flew away with “Katrina”

Don’t be overwhelmed, if you see such status messages on ur instant chat programs.Its either someone finds Hurricanes very amuzing, or some husband in US is making masala dosa for breakfast.

What’s with this bunch, oneday you have friends around you cracking GRE,GMAT,XAT, CAT, …DOG and every english exam under the roof, and another day you find them at your doorstep holding a glossy hard back card in the name of a wedding invitation with a wide glee while explaining how they plan to settle in US on the tenth day after their marriage. You have been studying so hard so much for 15 old years, working in the best jobs that you deserve and living an independent life that you always dreamed of and then BANG… the moment comes when you have to find that better half, Can u settle for anything less when it comes to marriage?

I guess its time to think ladies(guys can also think),So your parents are maniacally looking for a match, or your mom is constantly bugging you to learn to make drumstick sambar or your sister is just waiting for the day to get the room to herself,Its high time you turn to them and squeal “This is my life, And it always be interesting as its always been”.And no one is gonna change that.

I dunno, If its me, or every other girl feels this way (I don’t see anybody complaining though..sad…)

Anyways, before I signoff…just a few pointers,

1.Always remember you are more special than you think you are

2.Money is good always, before or after marriage

3.Never compromise on your career, you’ve earned it.

4.Talk to friends who like you the way you are.

5.Enjoy,dressup,party,spend!

Pros and Cons of 2008

2009-01-02T06:45:00.000-08:00

Pro: Every morning, I started my day with a bunch of school kids teaching basketball.

Con: I got fired 3 months later.

Pro: Went jogging in YMCA grounds for 2 weeks.

Con: Tripped on my shoe lace and fell on my face in front a bunch of college boys.

Pro: Saw my first live cricket match at MA Chidambaram stadium ,Superkings vs Deccan Chargers.

Con : Chennai Super kings lost bigtime.(sigh)

Con: Saw my first movie alone in a theatre having stood up by a friend

Pro: Swore never to experiment again being a loner

Pro: Scored 93% in Sun java certification exam

Con: Can’t do anything more than spell “Java” now.

Pro: My company gave me a salary hike.

Con: it’s a whopping 6.5%.

Pro: In April 2008, I thought the project I was working in was the best anyone could be in.

Con: The project was terminated in june 2008.

Pro: Bought a new state-of-the-art laptop for myself.

Con: My dad, my mom, my dog and my next door neighbor use it now.

Pro: I downloaded and listened a lot of semi rock, classic romantic numbers

Con: I googled a lot more to learn abt hearing impairment.

Pro: Had my first cosmetic facial (aroma pearl facial or watever)

Con: I’ve never regretted more in my life for those 2 wasted hours of my life.

Pro: I posted my resume on Naukri and Monsters

Con: I realized how screwed up my career was.

Con: I blew 30,000 bucks for nothing.

Pro: My parents still have no clue abt it.

Con: My best friend at work switched to another company.

Pro: I realized people have their priorities.

Con: Said a lot of “Goodbyes”

Pro: Said a lot more “hellos”

Pro: I became a blogger on feb25th 2008.

Con : ???? (Cant’t think of any) :-)

2008-12-27T08:26:00.000-08:00

She was twenty something, loose hair, long legs, red saree and a broken smile.

She was standing alone, looking up in front a huge building, clutching the end of her saree in one hand, and a wedding invitation in another. There was a slight drizzle in the air that eveing and a slight breeze whipping her neatly combed hair. Many lines of serial bulbs hanging from the top of the building, blinking one after the other rhythmically was a pretty sight. But it was almost giving her a headache and making her feel dizzy as she looked away instantly . She grabbed opened the invitation yet another time in that day only and silently read the address to herself although she knew it word to word by now having read many times ever since she was given the invitation. Tiny beads of rain dropped on the laminated surface of the fancy card from the drizzle and with a slight disappoint she realized she was indeed at the right address.

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“honey, you’re making me ticklish”, as he was trying to pull free his palm from hers roaring in laughter.

They were both seated in the last row, of a deserted classroom.

Giggling to herself, “ She was trying to write “ He weds her” ,on his palm. Given the sweaty surface, she was maniacally scribbling with the nib of the blue Reynolds pen to etch those words. After few minutes of teasing, giggling and intense scratching of the pen, she tilted a head sideways to see effect of her masterpiece.

“Voila, Perfect”, she remarked..

“Hey, you’re forgetting something, some ppl take bath daily and I fall in this category too”, he said cheekily …

She couldn’t help but, admire his shallow fears about the ink wearing off his palm soon. However her fears were different.

“I love you today, tomorrow and forever”, she whispered in his ears.

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The rain was coming hard now, stinging her cheeks, as people started rushing for cover inside the wedding hall. Having momentarily lost in thoughts she realized that she was the wrong person to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Never too late, no one had seen her come, and no one would notice if she takes a detour back. No harm done, she thought herself. But the voice inside her head thought otherwise.” A Coward and a victim of circumstances” it called her.

Suddenly, there was a lot of commotion and noise, as huge throng of people were coming out of the hall in her direction. A herd of photographers, event organizers with walky talkies rushing towards her. A musical band playing a hit tamil song lead the procession. Followed by the bride and groom. Bright lights focused from all direction on the couple who were smiling away for the photographers.

“ Kojam orama poi nilunga”, (could you stand stand aside ), yelled a photographer behind her…

“ohhh, sorry”, she apologised…and retreated sideways, behind a beheaded banana tree trunk that was tied to one pillar at the entrance.

Click, Click,..click!...

Videographers and photographers frantically clicking away to capture every feature of the couple together as they were being lead out to a nearby vinayak temple. A tradition, that every newly married couple gets the divine blessings first thing after the knot is tied.There was a lot of pushing, running amongst the crowd making way for the procession coming out, and before she knew it, she saw herself landed in the front row wedding crowd lining the procession.,As the couple came at her line of sight. And it was the first time in months, she saw him.

She never remembered him looking this happy before. He looked well groomed .No wonder they are called “bridegrooms”, she thought to herself and disgusted at the same time at her untimely humour. He wore a long pearly white sharvani with white stones lining his cuffs and collar. A long flower garland was hanging off his neck, the weight of which was almost pulling himself down. He sported many bulky gold rings on all four fingers, with his little one locked with the bride. She was absorbed and enjoying every detail of the couple with a broad smile of her face.

And out of the blue, he called out her name and waved, having spotted her.

A sudden yell by the groom brought many laughs around in the crowd.One lady, his aunt by the looks of it, clearly unhappy with the sudden upsurge was nudging him in his back to walk forward with the rim of a huge stainless steel plate which held many hairy coconuts. Momentarily,it was as if, the gears were shifted down as the procession dropped its pace…Clearly, surprised at the sudden attention, she just smiled back and mouthed “Congratulations” to the couple.With all the noise around she wondered if they even heard her.

She saw him, bend a little to reach his better half’s ears and said “ That’s my best friend, there!!!!”

disclaimer: I hate to write this, But here i go!

This post is entirely my figment of imagination. The characters, names bears no relevance to any real life entity watsoever!. If you feel otherwise, i cant help! hehe

2008-12-25T09:17:00.000-08:00

Yet another year rolls by,

Yet another year is born on the fly,

Yet another time my heart aches, coz I’m failing.

Yet another time I smile, when I well know I’m falling..

Yet another time tears roll down before I sleep ..

Yet another time I walk lonely in the beach whilst I weep

Coz, yet another time, Im here without you………………

Date: 7th dec 2008

Place : Marina beach

Time:7:00 am

Guitarded

2008-12-20T09:37:00.000-08:00

One of the greatest inventions of mankind, according to me are the Strings.Yes Strings!!!!

And the next best thing that used the Strings to create magic were the guitars. Its pure magic how somethings as insignificant as tiny strands when plucked in a semi-holo wooden case can produce vibes that can drive the world crazy……And yes, I went crazy yet another time, when I saw Surya play “Yen inniya pon nilave” in varanam aayiram. I’m not sure if it was the guitar or the song or Illaiyaraja,…….. that was the historic second , I decided I would marry a Guitarist and else a “Guitarded” one like me...hehe

So, ppl here you go… “Yen Inniya pon nilave”…….Checkout the chords in this one….

Sweet November

2008-12-07T10:02:00.000-08:00

The park is deserted. Halfway through, Nelson catchesher. They both gasp for air.

SARA

Try and understand. I need to do this.

NELSON

It just doesn't seem...

SARA

Just like I need to know you'll go on and have the beautiful life you deserve. I want you to fall in

love again someday, be a husband,have a family.

NELSON

I only want you.

SARA

You have me forever. Now let me go.

NELSON

I can't believe you've even got me considering this.

(long pause)

This is truly what you want.

SARA

Yes. It is.

NELSON

Alright, Sara, alright.

Sara stands on her tiptoes and whispers in his ear.

I love you, Nelson Moss.

-------------------------------------(THE END)--------------------------------------------

These are the final moments before nelson and sara part ways in the climax of the movie “Sweet November.” A truly moving piece of performance by Charlize Theron who plays Sara, and equally insipid performance by our Matrix star, Keanu Reaves in the character Nelson Moss.

Each month free-spirited Sara Deever starts a new relationship. Her task is to take a month to make one man become a better person, and then she moves on. When November rolls around and Sara targets the busy tycoon, Nelson Moss, she does not plan on falling in love. But they do, and as a result, Nelson learns the painful secret behind the brevity of Sara's romances.

One of the items that topped my to-do list for the month of november for 3 whole weeks straight, was to lay my hands on a DVD of the movie “Sweet November”. And when I finally did, I was more than a fan, for a 2mins strip of BGM(Enya’s,Only Time) that plays in this 1 hr 59mins muvi more than the muvi itself.Totally fell in love with that song.

My recommendation, would be to lend a ear to this masterpiece of a BGM, Enya's-Only time even if you cant watch the movie.

Chennai –yil oru mazhaikalam

2008-11-27T07:05:00.000-08:00

Strange thing this ,the one called the human mind, how it can spring up a whole new world of thoughts , emotions and reminiscence even when your soaking wet to the skin, sitting on ur bike in a traffic clogged road, with overflowing manholes right below ur feet. And hair plastered to your face in the downpour and the smoke from the exhaust of the bike in front of u right on ur face……you just cant help but appreciate how romantic it is, when it pours in Chennai…and you smile to urself at the very thought- “Life can’t get any better than this”

I was returning home after a long hard day at office, it was 8:30pm at Madhya Kailash.It was raining cats and dogs, hampsters and cows. So much for my useless pride of the habit of not using RainCoats,Just a flimsy duppata on my head which definitely wasn’t serving its purpose and Enya’s “Only Time”, faintly playing in my player, I felt drops of rain now flowing from my forehead down the bridge of my nose and dripping from its tip. I fancied a glance at my watch, Its been exactly 17mins I’ve been standing in the same place on the same god forsaken road. My stomach cramps backed by a terrible back pain was definitely not helping matters.The rain floods on the road, was now ankle deep.

Suddenly and momentarily it happened. All the noise around, the sound of the vehicles blaring, the rain pounding suddenly ceased, As if someone muted the audio using a remote.I slowly got lost in deep thoughts...

With Enya playing as the BGM…I pondered…..

How I wish, I had someone to offer a ride back home,

How I wish, I had someone who could call or sms me to know, if I’m

safe in the rain.,

How I wish,I had someone to lend me his jacket in the cold.,

How I wish, I had someone to watch “Varanam Aiyram” with on rainy Saturday afternoon.,

How I wish, I had someone to have molaka bhajji with on a stormy besant nagar beach…………….

The next thing I knew, I had cold, slimy water splashed full on my face from a Santro driven by an ass**** on the other side of the road who chose to demonstrate his driving skills in the current conditions. I also got a mouthful of the same questionable water which was just few seconds back,flowing on the road.It took me some time to get back from my dream world to the nasty Madhya Kailash junction. Forcing myself not to think about the possible things that may or may not have mixed with this splashed rain water, I spat onto the road cursing loudly at the moron driving the car. I frantically looked around if anyone had noticed the little fiasco I had.. hehe…thank god..no one did…

And then, the vehicles movement eased out, as the traffic started flowing…

I could’nt stop from laughing at myself all through my ride back home. Its crazy how rain can play with your mind, even at the ficklest of circumstances you are in. Nevertheless, Life goes on…

Life is nothing when we get everything. But Life is everything when we miss something.

Say cheese!!!! Say wat??!!!

2008-11-20T04:52:00.000-08:00

Taking a leaf out of Anoop's book or rather his blog “101 DAYS 101 CLICKS...ON RANDOM”, below is my first click. I know watcha thinking,..Its not all that great, I know that…I’ve clicked better pics, But this one, I dunno is kinda special for some reasons.But, It’s

a start……I guess!

Object of interest: A bunch of virtual roses, sent to me by a good friend of mine.

Location : My den, My desk, My world or whatever.

Editing tools :Photoshop CS3.

Technique used: Layer masking.

*Readers discretion advised***

2008-11-14T11:43:00.000-08:00

Dedicated to Rahul (as requested)

9:25 pm, Friday night…50km/hr…one scooty and one drunken girl.

All she was thinking about, the whole drive back home

was if she’ll be booked for drunken driving.She was a novice in this game of booze., As the wind whipped her hair, her eyes watered in the pace she was driving and everything shimmered romantic in the night. Even the most annoying "Nandanam" signal suddenly seemed liked a haven for Hawaiians. The red traffic light somehow magically looked green, as she jumped the signal to numerous curses from the on coming traffic with a sly smile on her face. She cared less, as she was enjoying every moment of her subconscious state of driving. And she loved it…

It all started with a goblet,.It was the most beautiful goblet she had ever seen, bent, shaped and slender in the right places . The stem of the globlet perfectly fit between her fingers resting on her palm as if its sole purpose of being was being solved.However what added more glamour was the thing within.Deep brown, clear unsedimented, bubbly liquid. It shone like the very elixir of life she always wanted to taste.And excitement gripped her , as she was just moments away from having her dream fulfilled.

She gently brought the goblet and dipped slightly towards her lips.The cold rim of the glass was the first she felt, and then it flowed, like a brook of a river which always knew where its destination was gonna be. She immediately closed her eyes to separate her self to all distractions around her and to unidirection her mind to the liquid stimulating her taste buds and then it touched her throat.She felt something like a burning sensation in the throat. Twenty three years of grooming watching Tamil cinema, the take away was “Your throat burns when u booze”. And then it happened……

Me: “EEewwwwwwwwwwwwwww………and I puked into the cup…Damn…its “narasus kappi dicauction”……………….”

Me: ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?.....(wat was I thinking)

After few moments of struggling and retching to digest the fact that, this is how “Irish coffee with a tinge of whiskey” tastes like…..I slammed the damn glass cup (its no goblet) on the table in disgust

NOTE::The above post is an extremely exaggerated version of what should have been a “cup of coffee at CCD”.The first paragraph is what I imagined myself to be after having “Irish coffee” which supposedly has a tinge of whiskey(apparently only in the A la carte).The last para is what actually happened.

For the benefit of intelligent civilization like me, here’s a pictorial representation of what “Irish Coffee” actually is………and its composition.

The fortress is breached again!!

2008-10-25T07:42:00.000-07:00

My post maybe a little late to arrive…But, how many times do u get to read the below line

“Indians destroy the Australians”

Priceless…

They did it in Perth earlier this year, in one of the most controversial test series ever. And now in our own backyard at Mohali sans the controversies. What makes this match so special is that,It wasn’t anything like a typical nail biting test match, where fortune would swing from one team to another ,But the Indians dominated the aussies all the way, in all 5 days during all sessions. This is the first time in the history of modern day test cricket that our Indian pace attack had an edge over the Australian pace in the likes of Brett lee and Mitchel Johnson .The victory sent the aussie media scrampling and pleaing for the legendary Shane Warne to give up retirement. Well, according to me, this is our real victory.

Below are some of the my take aways, from the test match…

1.Ricky Pointing still wants to be Ishant Sharma’s Bunny.

2.Mat Hayden, who’s known to sweep better than our Indian women is having an abysmal series.

3.The rookie 5-wicket hauler on debut -Amit Mishra has put Kumble’s position in the team in a hot spot. It will be interesting to see, who will replace who is the next match

4.Our own Bhajji surprisingly couldn’t come up with any mediocre sledge terms like “monkey or donkey this time ”. But look who’s joined the club, Its our gentleman “Zaheer”…

5.Never the least, the demi god of cricket Sachin Tendulkar surpassed Laras’ 11953 runs which must have come in the srilankan series itself.

2008-10-19T11:32:00.000-07:00

நேற்று நான் தளை கால் புரியாமல் சந்தோஷ பட்டேன் நான் , உன் உயிர் தோழி என்று நீ சொன்ன போது ஆனால் , இன்று அதற்காக அழுகிறேன் உனக்கு அந்த கண் நீரின் அர்த்தம் புரியலையா இல்லை புரியாமல் நடிகிறாயா என்று..........

2008-10-09T08:00:00.000-07:00

Tuesday 3:16 PM An IT Park in Chennai

"Fear not, for I am with you ", a photo frame with those words stands on the cubicle desk

Ironical as it seem, I just got kicked out from my earlier workstation which is to be used for some project related work in the future..

"dah!,Im here for a project", I said

"You have been allocated a new workstation, in the next block. So Kindly take a backup of your data and shift", says a person not worth mentioning in my blog.

Little did i know that, I was being ceremoniously kicked out. I packed my stuffs and started my lonely walk to the next block for what it felt like an eternity. Emotions running loose,I could feel my eyes burning. My throat went dry. I knew whatever was happening, I least deserved it of all the people .I began to wonder if there's anything "fair" about this.

"Excuse me" said a voice behind me.

I just wanted to retaliate back, Yes!Thats how Im addressed these days. First name "Excuse", surname "me".Damn you IT buggers!..Has anyone ever heard of etiquettes?"You will all burn in hell and today is your lucky day",I thought to myself and silently paved way to the gentleman to walk through.

I reached, the so called "next block", It was cold, dark and dank, a few sleepy eyes turned their gaze on me as i walked down the aisle.
075,076,077,078...079....And there it was, my new cubicle "079".The oversized CPU was lying on its side.,Papers of all sorts was in a filthy pile on the desk. The monitor LED blinked boringly. The mouse was hanging off the table, as if it read my thoughts and committed suicide. An half filled, and half crushed plastic water bottle sinfully rolled on its side, like an overturned filmfare award twisted and bent. The scene was lifeless and messy, apparently the previous occupant took less liking to the act of cleaning. I pushed the paper explosion to one side of the desk, and deposited my bag and pulled a chair and sat. I took to cleaning the desk myself cursing the guy who previous owned the cube and gathered up a handful of the strewn paper bits.I spotted the dust bin just below the desk,when I realized that there was something dark and damp in the depths of the bin., puked in from the looks of it…I cudnt even imagine and I didn’t even wanted to imagine as to what might be in it. I sat up straight, throwing the paper back onto the desk. I was disgusted beyond words, angry,irritated,tired and worthless about my current state of affairs .My career was going for a toss . I felt myself boiling to a breaking point. I stared and stared at the dormant monitor.Just saw myself staring back at me.And then, I read those words

" Fear not, for I am with you "
-Is 41:10

A photo frame with those words stands on the cubicle desk just behind the monitor. It added a smile to my face for the first time today. I felt something, that I needed at that time- An Assurance!!!!

I suddenly felt grateful for my cube ex-occupant.

2008-10-03T12:41:00.000-07:00

Being religiously a misanthropist by practice primarily when life’s fucked you so early as many times as Paris Hilton getting laid in a month, HOPE never made into my vocabulary or rather didn’t exists in my world of words. Hope, Belief, faith, trust were all in the same genre, So near, yet so far.I felt sorry for civilization, when they hoped and believed for something which was just meant to be hoped.I guess, they’d subconsciously knew, somethings in life can only be “hoped” to happen and never will “will” happen. Now, how lame are we?!!

And, there is this separate species, which believes in “thoughts-affecting- your- future” crap. I mean, seriously people! can you actually tune you mind so that you think of something so bloody positive and it will booooooom happen in the future. This is even lame than the first theory. Has the human mind gone so simple you can manipulate it at will??...It’s a totally different theory if you don’t have one in the first place.

ANYWAYS, Cynical as I may sound in many of my posts, “A Little hope” is what makes me roar every day. No mater, how practical and rationale we may be in our attitude towards life, we always had hope, a teeny tiny ray of light, a minuscule voice inside our head that keeps us going, even if we know deep down inside that what we hope is not possible. And this does not ricochet from within oneself; It can be given only by others. Just like love, friendship,..Hope can only be given, by someone other than ourselves. More than being hopeful, lets give hope to one another, loved ones, friends, family.It is this very act that makes life to be lived for a lifetime.

Dunno what prompted me to write this post, Just something I needed and something I needed to write about in the present climate.

Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, no good thing ever dies!!!

Tagged again!

2008-10-02T10:28:00.000-07:00

Its raining Tags! Thanks again to archana "COLOURS".
Its true how a tag saves the day, especially when your blog is under a post drought.
And Rahul if you're reading this,..You're tagged for this one as well..Here goes.

1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?
THE END.

2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?
;)

3. Whose butt would you like to kick?
Nisha's, as soon as she returns to India.

What would you do with a billion dollars?
Invest it in a low yield bond.

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
have, had and always will...

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
loving someone without knowing ur being loved by the same.

7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?
Depends on how long my folks can wait.. :P

8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
I would do, what im doing now.

9. If you like to act with someone, who will it be? your gf/bf or an actress/actor?
Act=Live, with him.

10. What takes you down the fastest?
smelly feet.

11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?
Kanamapettai sudugadu!

12. What’s your fear?
I might lose all my hair soon...

13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
female vairamuthu

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?
is "all of the above" an option?

15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?
swear loudly.

16. Would you give all in a relationship?
define "all"

17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?
falling in love with 2 people is against nature.Atleast for me!

18. Would you forgive and forget, no matter how horrible a thing someone has done?
I wud forgive, but never can forget!

19.Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?
single,single always single!

Ta ta Tagged............................

2008-09-27T20:46:00.000-07:00

Yipee, I’ve been tagged.
My firsty first tag of my blog, thanks to archana @ COLOURS.I know, I’ve taken my own time for posting this. Firstly apologies to Archana.I started drafting this post the very next day you tagged me.But sadly, Im in version v5.6 right now, the post had to undergo a lot of changes, many thanks to “Snoop” Dog snooping around my blog and orkut profile.But, I guess some people should stop being such assh**** and try to get a life.
I have no idea how this tag culture works, But going by archana’s info, here how it goes
“Tag for dummies(like me)”
The tag:Two questions in each category answer them and then tag your friends from the blog-o-sphere. (Simple enough right) Leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged and you are all set.
YesterdayYour oldest memoryWhat were you doing 10 years ago?
TodayYour first thought today morningIf you built a time capsule today what would it contain?
TomorrowThis year ….What do you see yourself doing 14 years from now

Here goes,

Yesterday
Your oldest memory

Well, ppl get ur tissues ready….
Getting slapped in the washroom by a bullying Chinese kid at school when I was in UKG.…Hanging in midair for dear life after having slipped of the edge of a low terrace wall by doing a funny look-at-me-I’m-a-monkey” kinda gig…. Visiting Dr.Perumal thatha’s clinic to put oosi , sitting happily in the front detachable basket like seat in dad’s Hercules bicycle….Being chased by a couple of mad stray dogs while driving “hour-cycle” in a slum area. …and walking back to the same slum behind daddy’s legs to identify the dog (just to make sure if its alive for some reasons I didn’t understand then.)…..
I had a traumatic childhood…..poor me!

10 years back

1998- I guess I was in class 8 then.It was the time of my life, where I had so many balls in the air to juggle(Life was bliss then)…..4 hours a day of basket ball practice….school practice, club practice, district team selection, tournaments and very very little of studies…selected for the district team twice in the same year. I was a role model for the teachers to elaborate upon in Moral Science class (hehe…) It was the year Nisha and myself played against each other for the first time in a friendly game and knew instantly she was a bigtime showoff(nisha is gonna kill me for this)…..and it was the year I watched with an evil smirk on my face,the Chinese girl (from UKG) getting slapped by my history teach for getting busted talking to her guy from the classroom window....God bless her(Revenge is sweet, but took its time).

TodayYour first thought today morning.

Yuck its Tuesday….Will he call today? I better beat my dad in atleast today’s game,Damn the old man is still in form… Will he call? wat was that I was pissed abt when I slept last night…Oh yeah, the freaking kichadi for dinner tasted like yellow glue… Will he call? I Should try to out run the old ladies walking in the park…..(brushing)Why does the toothpaste tastes funny today??...mmm…(still brushing) f***, its face wash… (looking arnd hysterical if anyone noticed…)..mmmm..Nevermind..will he call?

If you built a time capsule today what would it contain?

Time capsule, can also travel ahead of time right, Sorry im not too bright with the sci-fi stuff. Given that, I could go on and on.but as already pointed, I have received intelligence that there’s a lot of snooping around my blog, so I’ll hold back on this for now….with due permission from my tagger!

Tommorow.
14 years for now

I wish I was dead!.Seriously!..Not worth the fuss for another 14 years!!

I tag Rahul!! i cant find another blogger. Mabe Rahul can tag 3 instead.

2008-09-11T10:06:00.000-07:00

The dawn was a translucent one., the sky sinfully shown in orange and grey hues . Hazy dew was the order of the day. Everything about the weather was dull ,cold and dark, as if the sun had taken a day off work. But nothing today is going to dither me from meeting Him.After all these years of piled guilt and agony. I was determined for a peaceful sleep tonight.

I let the water from the shower wash over me, wash away the tears. The path from the tears that streamed down my face every night. I only wish, he knew the depth of every drop shed. I clad myself in my mom’s red saree. Red was his favorite color. My mom called it the “lucky one”, the one she was wearing when she met my dad. Saree is not my thing really.But deep down I am a timid girl, no matter how confident I portrayed myself to the outside world.A false being.Only he knew the person I was inside.Only he understood me more than me.

I kicked started by bike, the engine ruefully refused to wakeup. It felt like a bad omen.My body ached devoid all the sleep I didn’t have for the past few days.I had to muster all the little strength left in me on to my legs to kick start my bike. And then, with a familiar sound the engine roared.I then threaded the familiar roads and streets which I was so used to and travelled so many times yet it seemed so unfamiliar now. Everything had changed with time, the shops lining the street and the little houses, now advertised modern architecture. Once bumpy mud roads were replaced with gravelly tar stricken roads which shown mirages in the sunlight. Everything changed with time. I changed with time. The vehicle dutifully stirred its way as if it knew where the driver was destined to be. But, my thoughts were far away from the road.

Will he forgive me?
Will he accept me back after all these years?

“I don’t want you in my life, I don’t need you in my life”,

I said to him on a stormy night, 3 years back. I still vividly remember the pained smile he had on his face when I shouted those words,. as if he already knew that I would regret my decision 3 years later. And here I am standing in nothing but, deep remorse for my past.

There was small group of people outside his place.He is a busy man, he always was. People always seek him for help. and he was well known not to disappoint the ones who came to him.I walked into his place with small reluctant steps like a child on her first day at school.I couldn’t see him with all the crowd inside, I wondered what the occasion was. I craned my neck to get a glimpse of him. And suddenly,as if my thoughts were magically intercomed, the crowd surrounding him cleared and paved way for me to walk ahead.

And there he was majestically seated at the end of the hall, with the same mysterious smile he always had. My knees weakened as I got closer and I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.

I knelt and prayed for HIS forgiveness for all my ignorance and prejudice of my past. I cried and cried for what it felt like an eternity. I could feel the eyes of all the other devotees in the temple, on me. I cared less.All it mattered was, I was with him again and he is my saviour. He alone is my LORD.

Maybe I should STFUP

2008-08-23T10:13:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-14T10:09:00.000-07:00

“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”

2008-08-11T11:41:00.000-07:00

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!

Little drops of heaven

2008-07-27T09:16:00.000-07:00

“Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious and free,
First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea”

-Thomas Moore,
Remember thee.

Have you ever been wanting something to happen or have for a long long time in your life, that you lose track of how long you been wanting and waiting for it to happen.. And when it does happen finally and the wait is over and you’re in total loss of words to express how you feel…You just look up to the skies and feel those little drops of heaven….priceless feeling!!!!

Today, July 28, 2008…is the single most important day in my recent past A red letter day to be etched in history books, if I have a chapter for myself in schools. Yes!! Today is the day, I got the new SBS A300 Subwoofer Speaker system for my laptop.

It has been one of my long time craving to hear how the Limp Bizkit’s(now) and the BSBs(Then) sound on an amplifier system and had it fulfilled to my heart’s content today!!!

Having born and brought in a family which pretends to have the remotest connection to any that spells and smells like “Music”, my inclination to “my-music” is often treated with the word “Abishtoo” from my near and dears!! Screw em all now!!!!!!!!!
“ My Way”, by Limp Bizkit was the first blessed number played in my new system,It was ironical coz, this song was already playing in winamp from last nite’s playlist and it was a satisfying coincidence ,when I plugged the cord into the system..it was a great feeling to do things “My-Way” for ones, and the next 4:34 mins went in mad vibes around my room , felt like Little drops of heaven!!!!....

Song playing while I’m writing this post : She will be loved by Maroon5

To lie or not to lie

2008-07-19T08:08:00.000-07:00

Its 11:20 pm, Friday nite…
"Cry me A river,Justin Timberlake" playing in Winamp

Im kinda out of a bad patch I was going through for the past month or so,I feel rejuvenated now atleast having sparred a thought to the people around I’ve forced myself to see the present with one baby step at a time each day,.

All this thanks, to my soon to be terminated Project I was working on..I now have something tangible to bother myself about at the moment.My usual dreams of snake kingdom is now interrupted with a lot of sudden and startled awakening followed by panics about being unemployed by august, followed by lot of intense googling in the middle of the night with job openings for my profile…

Well…Its back to the good ol’ updating Resume days. Having dusted an inch of filth off my 2-page resume I used during my campus recruitment in college, I sat at my desk like a Beethoven ready to perform to an audience, cracking my knuckles and then I set off to work……………
It took me almost 30 mins to draft the first line quoting my professional Experience, which goes like….

“ 2 years of professional experience in the field of Product Lifecycle Management, with thorough understanding of the techno functional areas of Oracle PLM”

Having read, and re-read that line 37682345 times in active voice/passive voice, backwards, sideways, diagonally, ….and after hectic trials of all sorts of font faces, colors and sizes…I checked my system clock, It chimed 1pm- LUNCH TIME. Need I say more, lunch time these days are more like ‘crap-chat-yap-bully’ time..one hour and 30 mins is not enough for all the previously mentioned activities also given the fact that we have to eat at the same time.Tough ask!

Anyways Jokes apart, having made my way to the desk, dangerously snaking my way through the aisle with my half opened eyes Thanks to the after effects of “Andhra mess” meals.I sat at my desk, and thought to give a read through of what I’ve accomplished so far in the resume,..and here we go again,

“ 2 years of professional experience in the field of Product Lifecycle Management, with thorough understanding of the techno functional areas of Oracle PLM”

It was time, enough was enough, it was time to involve the expert and I daringly turned to my trustworthy team mate who was anxiously inventing a formula to calculate the weight of her soon-to-be born baby. I scratched my head, as she grudgingly gave up her work, and started to review my resume,..

“Is this your resume, or a testimonial of truth on your deathbed”..she exclaimed…….

She then went on to explain those words of reality: the power of lying with statistics in a resume

“Whattttttttttt?....never ever!!!!!!!!...” I shook my head from side to side like a dog when confronted with a shampoo bath

“Arre,… Lying in your resume is not only immoral,.but there's a fine line between selling and lying, make sure you don't cross it.And the sure way any employer would buy your resume was with lies with stats.”

There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies and statistics and so, were the words uttered by my teammate.STATS, is what that gives a resume genuineity sans believability. Numbers and figures give whole new meaning to anything its marinated in.A freaking genius once said, “Stats are like bikinis, what they reveal is suggestive but what they conceal is vital”, Like it or not, I agree with that when it comes to numbers in important documents like resumes.How many times, have you seen statistic about something which says “The tip of a 1/3 inch long hour-hand on a wristwatch travels at 0.00000275 mph” and you go Wow…without anything as a second thought of finding the possible causes and its practicability to life…the truth is there’s no way in introspecting the causes and no one gives a damn if the wristwatch travels at 0.00000275 mph.

Below are some of the stats, (true or not..but worth a read)

1.Number of pe.ople who aren't doctors, but play
them on TV : 57

2.Who aren't doctor's but play them in
hospitals : 5,840

3.Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.
(Do not try this at home .. maybe at work)

4.An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.
(I know some people like that.)

5.Starfish have no brains.
(I know some people like that too.)

6.Smoking is one of the leading causes of all statistics.
(Muahahaaaa)

Amazing as these stats may seem, and so is the act of embellishing in one’s resume. Getting busted or not for lying in resumes and its career consequences is secondary to me.The question I might ask myself is, Will I be consciously happy about such an act leave alone the number of people doing it..The answer is NO…and at the end of the day , my resume still read,

“ 2 years of professional experience in the field of Product Lifecycle Management, with thorough understanding of the techno functional areas of Oracle PLM”

(Note: Its been a week since I posted my resume on naukri, only 1 recruiter view so far by some niveditha consultancy services…. …Future looks bleak .........ANYWAYS!!!)

Sorry...Wrong number...

2008-07-04T09:41:00.000-07:00

ring, ring…..ring,ring…………..

I woke up with a start, not from bed , but from my desk at work after falling asleep precariously on my keyboard on a busy Monday morning. It took me some time to realize my desk phone was screaming for attention for almost a minute now…

”Crap, bloody DBA guys!!, cant a lady sleep in here” I mumbled to myself.

Before I answered the call, I took a glance at the callerID screen thingy, It was a mobile number, Fishy!!

“Hello,……..

Yes, you are talking to Kavitha Mahalingam”,

And then next 20 minutes went like a haze, like in one of those tamil movies…where they show a scene which rewinds to sometime in the past, flashing blurred reel after reel in black and white. There was an amazing amount of monologue in deep husky voice ,a lot of comedy in between which I had difficulty catching up, ones or twice my dad was mentioned and..alot of “Mmmms , OKs and Ahhhan’s” from my side. ….

It was all going over my head,and then I came back to my senses.Wait a minute…This is my office,my desk, my fone and I am incharge of all crappings. No one craps to me.Alrighty…Here we go,..I mightily cleared my throat and still croaked

“ Im sorry, Who am I talking to?”

The person on the other side was quite dumb struck evident from the fact that there was no response for the next 5 seconds .It was like how a public speaker setup for the Amman koil thiruvizha was suddenly plugged off . I gave a “ I-am-the-boss-around-here” kinda smile to myself, But not for long.

He piped up “ comedy panatheenga” (Comeon, don’t joke!)

“Comedy-aa??, ..What the heck, Im serious as a trauma patient ”…I blurted.

Thanks to my impromptu humor, the next half a minute went in maniacal laughter from the other end.i sweared silently and waited for another minute for him to catch his breath and they he said,

“ I saw your profile on a matrimony site, I really liked your profile..and I’m also working for the same company as yours…So, I called your residence number and spoke to your dad and he was pretty OK.,and I thought I’ll give you a call as well and catch up,”

Given below are the points which actually pulled me back from my sleep

Point 1: My profile on a matrimony site (What the F**k)
Point2:He liked my profile (Are you freaking kidding me??? ROFL)
Point3: My dad was pretty OK?? (what is going on in the world ??)

Frankly, I was in loss of words…

“Are you the father of the son”, I asked and immediately regretted for asking the question

Another 2 minutes went a maniacal laugh as I drummed my fingers on the desk for it to cease.

“No kavi, Im the groom, I don’t believe in parents looking for matches for their sons/daughters, I like to have an upper hand in anything I do, I think you will agree with me”

I gave a nervous smile, and replied “I think, It will be best to talk to my dad” and I knew, that was not only the most apt answer but also a “Im-not-ready-for-this” kind of one.

During all this fiasco, I completely forgot I was at work, and cubicles are disturbingly separated by a flimsy wall.Even anything as small as a hiccup would be amplified beyond proportions across the entire bay area and everyone in 10 meter radius had behind the scene access to my entire phone conversation which I came to know when my teammate greeted me with a wide smile on her face.

Finally, the caller decided to hang up, after listening to “I think, It will be best to talk to my dad” a zillion times. He mournfully bid goodbye, like a warrior seeing off his wife on deathbed

I felt awful about myself, and embarrassed at the same time…But I cudnt help myself from asking the question that was burning in me throughout the call,

.
.
.
.
“HOW THE HELL, DID YOU GET MY NUMBER..dude”

Sucks

2008-06-15T08:45:00.000-07:00

Life sucks and it does big time!!!!

I dunno if its me, everyone feels this way, Life has been all about being someone else whilst we constantly grieve for attention. Its almost become a phobia to all of us to be who we really are, a fear arising from the uncertainity if all our loved ones would continue loving you if exposed our true selves. This behavior has become so inate within us that even if we strive to change ourselves, there’s hardly any fruits .Either the world does’nt accept the person you are, and you don’t accept the person you are! The bare truth is we all live for others but ourselves.

Happy are the ones who are themselves., Happy are the ones who fail to realize they are not themselves. but we all pretend to be happy.

Im not an happy person either, year after year I pray for what I need in life, only to find myself where I was years back. It’s all meaningless, you’re silently screaming inside waiting for someone to hear your faint cries,, you’re all fcucked up in life and its nothing but pain pure torture day in day out.But somehow we manage to live with this pain.this is one of life’s precious lessons.You wait, and hope things will get better and not give up easily but keep struggling and fighting a lone battle.And then, you see all these people around you blissfully living, without a care in the world, without the slightest of an acknowledgement of what we are going through,., Is it their fault?, even if they did understand what it means to be us, does it make a difference???

Lately, everything and everyone ive been associated in the past ,can be described using the word ‘disconnected’. Disconnected and detached for all objects-family, work, friends.Its become a pattern. Only recurring pattern these days.

They say, the forces which created you, random or otherwise, have spoken. And they've
determined that, for you, life sucks.

WHATever GOES UP, MUST COME DOWN

2008-05-25T08:53:00.000-07:00

They say “Whatever goes up, must come down”..ever since Sir Issac newton saw the falling of an apple..laws of nature are determined and nothing lasts forever. Like Newton, I too witnessed the same, not the falling of an apple but myself….

Mysterious, how this platitude becomes so insignificant when you going up .Nothing matters, You feel like you’re on top of the world and you ARE on top of the world,..suddenly, the world becomes so colorful, you’re zooming thro’ life, with the wind in your hair..and the ground becomes a cloud. …Momentarily you become blasphemous, you feel even god is below you, …Disrespect and contempt for fellow human beings becomes the order of the day, An unworthy self-pride tickles your feet…

And then it happens…

I open my eyes to the realities of the world…….the following are the things I witnessed,

1.My speedometer reads 70 km/hr….
2.Definite chunk of solid air, between my bike tyres and the ground.
3.Behind me,a partially uncovered ditch which was dug by the Electricity Board during last nite’s power outage
4.Front of me, vast expanse of steaming of Indian tar road.

The scene just froze in midair, when my average pea sized brain, tried to string together the above data…

If (2+2=4) then

try {
System.out.println (“ You are now, going to understand how gravity works, when your bike rockets off the ground at 70 km/hr having hit a marshy ditch”);

Case 1: heavily bandaged knee joints and wrist
Case 2: Badly singed and torn pants
Case 3: Fairer complexion, thro’ loss of skin in arms and legs
Default: all of the above
}

Catch (Exception e)
{
System.out.println (“You will now, be rescued from the falling bike, by prince charming and live happily ever after)
}

Well I guess, you all can figure out by yourselves what would have happened…all I know, for sure..was the program never ran into the exception part..hehehe...god bless!

WHATever GOES UP, MUST COME DOWN

Devadhai in the telephone

2008-05-20T10:12:00.000-07:00

Having indulged myself to liberal amount of Floyds in the last couple of weeks (evident from my last post) and my new profound band, named Fort minor. Im here back blogging.Probably I should create another blog only for my music (for the benefit of mankind..lol)…I just never seem to run out of things to yap about…Never mind that.

Coming back to this post., what sparked me to write this post is my last month’s Phone bill.Its a whooping Rs.695.Well you can say, its nothing to complain about.Its just 695/-.Well its quite an amount, if your itemized statement for the month shows just 3 numbers-the Customer Care (or rather customer Scare),.A non-existent aunt who my mom keeps calling and, our dear plumber.

I mean, Where is the world going? Let me first give you a gist about how this gadget called mobile, works in my world.

No outgoing from my mobile

Courtesy: My desk phone at work-the latest Cisco IP phone.,with local,STD,ISD facilities with 20 customised polyphonic ringtones including the koo-koo ring of the newly discovered species of the cukoo bird.

No Incoming to my mobile.,

Courtsey: To an amazing number of ppl, who’ve forgotten that I’m still alive or rather forgotten the art of keeping in touch(sigh)

It won’t be fair on my part and Im not doing justice, to this post, if I don’t mention the very few ppl who do care abt me and do take the trouble to call almost everyother day.,No matter how busy they are in their own lives, they take timeoff , to gimme a call.
The following are those blessed souls,

1.ICICI bank of india

2.Airtel India.

3. Deutsche Bank!

4.Oriental bank of Oman

5.Gilmah and Gilpah bank of Gibraltar

6. United bank of “I don’t give a Sh**”

No-matter what time of the day it is, no matter where you are…someone in the above list will be dialing your number.So, ppl like me out there..dont feel Insecure…Coz, they care!!..they really do.
And, when I say, “where ever you are”….take my word….they reach you
‘WHEREEVER YOU ARE’

Once,at work…I was at a meeting with the whole of my team around 15 of them.It was a fully furnished conference room, with state-of-the- art teleconferencing system on a gleaming round table, not only the table gleamed, but also the bald heads in room, with the light from the crimson bulbs bouncing off their heads.The sight was so appeasing to the eye, I nearly dozed off, within .00567 secs of the commencement of the meeting.And then suddenly…….

Ring, Ring, …Ring…Ring,,,..( The conference fone,right next to me on the table was clearly screaming…)

For one moment, everyone in unison looked at the fone, as if they had some special laser beam in their eyes, that would cease the ringing and ,with no notice whatsoever they shifted their gaze on me…

Taken aback, I murmured “ damn, I didn’t do anything”….more to myself.”

But, no one took their gaze off me, only then I realized…that ppl wanted me to answer the phone with some bizarre “eye-contact-language”, ..

The scene, just froze in time..i whipped back my hair gently, and slowly reached for the fone on the desk, as Mr.chari, mopped the tiny beads of sweat from his bald head

…Duddub…dubdub..dubdub (heartbeat sequence……………………………………………..)

As In twentieth century fox, in an ultra slow motion I picked up with receiver

“Hello”

And then, it happened…..a goddess spoke,in a high decibel that can only be heard by dogs.

“ Madam we are calling from I**CI, you have been chosen to for lifetime medical insurance of 5 lakhs. and a free diagonostic membership to any of the bank tied-up hospitals in Chennai, as well as unlimited usage all bathrooms at gomathi nursing home, in guduvancheri.”

The women , recited the whole epic, she learnt during her training, in about 0.5 micro of a second.

I was simply awed at the splendiferous ways by which our customer care seem to have penetrated, care well beyond the boundaries of conference halls,meetings and gleaming bald heads.Not even the penetrating gaze of my fellow teamates, was gonna shake me from admiring the” Devadhai in the telephone” but being a society bound creature, I uttered those words, which is feared by all customer care personnel’s arnd the world..

“Sorry, I’m not interested”

-to be continued

Pink Paints

2008-05-12T09:31:00.001-07:00

Its Monday 1am, me and pink Floyd

Im plugged in to my player, High-hopes by Pink Floyd.This is 7^th time this particular number is being played in a loop

................ The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river
Forever and ever……………

And so, it goes again….and again and again…every syllable of this song holds immense meaning, bringing rushing memories of the forsaken thing called life and its bizarre ways.

Amazing this thing called music, how it can deflate a heavy battered soul with a satisfying pain with every drop of tear shed, whilst one relates oneself to the song., the heart screams ever so silently, melancholy while the burns of sins heal, shadows of broken dreams become shallow, mingled fears become ashes and so it goes again,

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded……………

With words of revenge daring to escape those lips,When u thought love was all you had,and love was all you’d known, carelessly bredding wrath within.

The grass was greener
The light was brighter………………………………………………………………………..

Thinking outside the blog

2008-05-04T08:22:00.000-07:00

Its Sunday 6:54 pm, yet another S-day killed by the vivacious habit called slumbering by daylight. My “To-do-list” for the day,will be soon be christened as the “I-Don’t-give-a-Sh**” list by the end of the day.

Here’s me, Im not a regular blogger, and lets not forget the fact this blog is relatively new (very evident, from my blog archive), though im not new to the world of blogging.I’ve been around blogosphere for quite sometime, lying down low, reading other’s blogs.But sadly I couldn’t find time in this “quite-sometime” time to really blog bigtime ;) .

But cynical as it may sound “I find myself,-addicted to blogging” Muahahaaaa..Credits:Rahul Aggarwal.

Having dedicated and focused my entire life in the upliftment and growth of almost extinct arts of Wittism , sarcasm, boo-ism and crap-ism, I find my Blog,as a set stage, with no strings attached ,with no censor-board, and no audience too sometimes (comeon,you ppl, post ur comments…don’t just sneak out after reading em’)

Talking, about censorship,If only we had one., my post on “A series of Unfortunate events” would go- BEEPPPPPP,BEEP,BEEEP……BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP…………………

Okay, Let me ask you a simple question,A petite litmus test

Do you think of <anything>, that happens in you’re daily life, in terms of whether, it will make a good post on you’re blog.Then, CONGRATULATIONS mate, You are suffering from “-Blog addiction Syndrome.(Trust me, Im not making this up.).

Gone are the days, when you had an intimate phone conversation with a close friend of a break-up you just had.If you wanna catch up with what your friends are upto in life, all you have to do is just check his/her blog.

Some, people I’ve known through my life, have suddenly become self-acclaimed,Suddenly they’ve become critics, in the field politics,Science, Sports., wat not..Coz, they have a blog.No offence

But, maintaining a public forum like this, is something like being the hand of god, even if you’re posting about a Lingerie sale at a near by boutique, or about how legs gets sticky against a leather couch, after a long Sunday afternoon nap.

Whatever it maybe,At the end of the day, It’s a great feeling, when people who matter most in you’re life, and who really care to know what you’re upto ,can drop by from time to time to know what’s happening to you lately.

Here are some interesting, signs of blogoholics which i googled up, from other interesting similiar posts

You find the cure for cancer, and you immediately write a blog about it.You think Nike should make a shirt that says “just blog it”.
You sneak off during a date to check your hit stats.
You check your Adsense revenue more than your bank account.
You filter everything through your post-writing. You can’t watch a movie, see a play, read an article, or share a sweet moment with your child without thinking of whether it’s blog-worthy.
After 5 minutes of meeting someone really interesting you ask, “So - do you blog?”

OMG, point 4 and 5, are disturbingly true.

Anyways, Happing blogging ppl, and proud to be blogoholic.

It never happened

2008-05-01T09:00:00.000-07:00

May the 1^st, all hail the Laborers of the world.

Kudos to all the socio economic achievements of the all the laborers around the world.

Having said that, today is also a holiday for all the good reasons, May day or not, this day happens to a cross-quarter day-falls approximately halfway between a solstice and an equinox.Never mind all the high-funda words.

Ahhh, Coming back to this post- A plethora of embarrassment.

Before I go into the details, let me give you a preamble about myself.Im never this “easily getting embarrassed” types. I don’t give myself a chance to get embarrassed that easily .Im more of having witnessed fellow human beings getting embarrassed in public, and “try-not-to-laugh” types.But whats provoked me to write this post is because my luck has shifted gears lately, and the first category of “easily-getting-embarrased” has befallen on me, ever so often in public.Defining public- from RTO office to conference rooms.

Whenever I think about those unique moments , it makes me wanna shrink my face in disgust with liberal usage of couple of swear words on the next person I see, I just wish it never happened.

For the betterment of my ego and this blog, lets call those incidents as “it never happened”

It never happened-I wish

It was a Sunday (or rather I call it doomsday), me being the “then coach” of a school basketball team,I was holding a small get-to-gether at a nearby ice-cream parlour with the team.(I know what ya thinking, Ice cream parlour-not quite cheesy, but I had drive a herd of wild school kids).Well, the meetup point happened to be the school gate from where I was to tug the group to the ice cream site(This happened to be the costliest decision made).

When all the 13 in the team gathered at the spot, they were uncontrollable and not-surprisingly noisy, and the consequence of that appeared in the form of a monster nun which goes by the title-the principal of the school, who for some reason was taking a stroll along the school gate on that particular day ( I heard the first sound of my luck shifting gears).The following is the conversation,that followed with the principal,

for privacy sakes lets call her “ full-of-crap” lady

-------------------------------------------------------------

Me: morning sister ( it was 5pm..crap!!! who cares)

“ full-of-crap” lady : glares at me, as if im some disgusting insect

I didn’t give a damn, I was wearing an ethinic salwar suit, with my hair left held back by my fasttrack eye gear, and chewing a gum, since I was feeling slightly nauseous on that particular day.

“ full-of-crap” lady : Continues to scowl in my direction

Me : unperturbed,I just kept chewing my gum.

“ full-of-crap” lady : essume me!!! .Wot ess haappening ere.Why is childrans making naise
(Translation:Excuse me!! What is happening here.Why are children making noise)

Me : Well, Blah blah blahh-blah-gettogether- blah blah,-ice cream parlour -more blahhh, for team interaction.

“ full-of-crap” lady :Did yu got parrmisson prom me.
(Transaltion:Did you get permission from me)

Me : Well, sister, its not school day, today is a Sunday. And I got the parrmisson(hehe), from the respective kids’ parents.Only upon their approval, im taking the kids out.

“ full-of-crap” lady : No no no, these ess very baid (bad). Today you taking childrens to eeat ice-cream, tomorrow you take them to beach, and tsunami come, all die…

It took me sometime, to actually register what she was saying, did she say “TSUNAMI”.??!!!
Before I could reply.She ploughed on

“ full-of-crap” lady : Luke at you. You ave no raspact for me(i.e.respect-watch out for this word). Why are you chewing gum???

Me : Well, errrrrr……( Mabe chewing gums are mean to be chewed..hahaha).

“ full-of-crap” lady : frst, lerrrn raspact!!!!, (her eyes rovers over me from top to bottom). Yoare father ess vaery good man. And you ave no raspact at aalu. (aalu?? Ohhhh, gotcha “You have no respect at all”)

(to hell with raspact, I plunged into my speech )

Me: Sister, let me tell you something, I studied in this very school for 14 years, Onething, this school has thought me ,” is respect cannot be demanded, it has be earned.”i have respect for this school and its principals in my heart.You are taking the principal seat which was once was occupied by the likes of sister Rosely Paul, Sister and Mary Lobo ( clap clap clap!!!!! I was surprised how sentimentally I attacked .but, nevertheless- she was taken aback not impressed, I Sure touched one sensitive spot in her ).

“ full-of-crap” lady : She was gaping me at as if I was from some strange land.She now looked like she swallowed an inspect

Me : Good bye, Sister!.. have a nice day.

And that was goodbye to my coaching days as well, Doomsday!!!

A series of unfortunate events (in a night)

2008-04-16T10:06:00.000-07:00

“F***kin son of b ******s, Damn your appraisals”,

My mind silently yelled those words repeatedly, through my hour long drive. It was 8:10 pm, Wednesday night …I was returning home from work

Physically exhausted, I reached to open the lawn gate, the heat endured by the iron wrought latch the whole day, nearly singed my thumb.

With all the little effort left in me, I push open the gate and silently climb the footsteps to the door.

Clearly visible through the crack between the door, a human cheerfully humming, one of Janet Jackson’s recent numbers with some unsynchronized whistling to go with the chorus. His hair was ruffed up from behind, to give an untidy look but charming all the way. He was wearing my apron with a ladle, happily curdling something liquidly in the cooker. The scene was comical to the naked eye, But it was cherubic enough to put a sly smile on my face. The vapor from the heat of the thing of whatever was being supposedly cooked, formed tiny beads of sweat on his forehead. With one smooth whipping action, with his ladled arm, he shoves away the sweat and continues the stirring as if his life depended on it. His formidable 6 11” height, made him duck and bend doubly every time he gets a sneak peek into the vessel.

Jeezz, how can anybody be so, cheerful for the kind of day I had, was my immediate thought at the back of my head.

“Hey Honey”, he says.

I immediate look and walk away without the slightest hint of having literally gaped or rather awed at husband’s backside for nearly a minute.

I can hear, him duly untie his apron and throw it casually away on the kitchen table, which gave me enough window time to double my steps and step inside my room.What I didn’t remember was his 6 feet 11 inches” frame. With two swift steps, he gained on me, and held my right arm.

“ I need to be alone, please” , I said, with my head still turned away from him.

“Honey, Wats the matter? You don’t look so good, can we just sit for some time, before you can tell me what’s bothering you”

I can feel my eyes brimming with tears, holding back my desire to hug him, hold him closely so that he can wrap his arms around me and never let go.

Containing myself, I take deep breath and turn to face him with all the guts I could muster. I could see him, mutely examining me, with those brown eyes of his,with such concern behind them, like a mother curious to know about her child’s bad day at school.

“Sweety, my appraisals didn’t go so well ,I ended up with rating “T”

I can sense, my husband’s in ability to catch up.

“T stands for trail, it’s the lowest rating one can get, and as a part of the policy 75% of my salary will be deducted from next month”, I explained.

I can literally see the comprehension dawn on his face,as he realized the cruelty of this act of appraisal and the consequences of it on our family’s economy.

“I’m afraid,we can’t afford to run the family with Ranjan and Sanjay about to enter school.They’ve already been in kindergarten for two years now”

I can feel,one thing that I have controlled so far flowing out, Tears!!!!

As he pulls me close, and hold my face between is huge palms.

“Honey, Its gonna be OK, Don’t worry..Everything will be fine!” looking deep into my eyes.

“Though those words meant the whole world to me and the things I can always expect of him, I cudnt help myself asking how the situation was going to be fine, in between my sobs.

“We can sell off one of our kids, Ranjan or Sanju.We’ll choose our favorite one, and that one will get to go the school”, he said musingly

I did a double take!!!! “Watttttttttttttttttttttt?????”

“Yeah, Kavi..My friend once told me abt a children market that’s come up,where children below age 10 can be auctioned. And guess what, the market prices are hitting the roof, these days it seems.We not only get rid of one, But we get paid for it!!!,Is’nt that great??!! Profit in Profit”

And my husband goes on a tribal dance around me chanting hysterically..

“Profit in profit”…yipeeeeeeeeeee
“Profit in profit”
“Profit in profit”
“Profit in profit”…………….………..
Our children wont make it,
Sell them for ppl to grab it,
Why should we live so candid,
Life is all about faking it
…….I am going to vomit.

And then I woke up with a start…

“F***k, It was a dream………”

An insipid insight to my immaculate worklife

2008-04-15T08:35:00.000-07:00

I have always, wanted to update my blog about one thing i hate sharing, or rather fear sharing about, the onething i dare not talk about even when the world gets exhausted of all the possible english talkable talks, Cant utter a word about it even to save my life,...

Coming soon,...My Worklife!

27 Dresses

2008-04-14T09:49:00.000-07:00

Date :14 April
Time :4:00 pm show
Venue:Satyam cinemas-Studio 5
Duration:2 hrs
Objective : Watch movie-27 dresses

Like one of those blind date movies, Nish and myself stepped into the ever master bedroomed sized, theatre-Studio5 of satyam cinemas.The memory of 'December Boys' in the same Studio5 still afresh in our minds, Nisha menacingly says "Kavi, this movie better be good", I give a nervous chuckle-with my fingers secretly crossed, hoping the next 2 hours would be worth a watch.

I must, add that nisha has a habit of gathering all possible data about the movie before watch.Courtesey: THE HINDU- Friday Review.But, this one was planned suddenly which unfortunately didnt give my friend much time to do her usual data collection ritual.

As it turned out, the movie one of those in the genes of "50 first dates" or "Just like heaven" or....
Ok..enuf...Well the movie is one of the Romantic-Comedy with a capital R, sugary illogical, predictable, insipid story line but utterly engaging,dainty silly rainbow romance flick.

The movie features Katherine Heigl as Jane, whose been a bridesmaid for 27 weddings, and has this inability to say NO (Kinda rings bells in my head), when a favor is asked of her by anyone,which is clearly exploited by her sister Tess who almost gets married to Jane's Boss George, to whom Jane secretly has a crush.

My favorite part in the movie, was the last scene where Jane weds Kevin Doyle(played by James Marsden), and wears her 28th dress.But this time , she's not the maid of honour but she's the bride.

The most interesting part of the whole evening was when i was sipping a cuppa coffee with my friend after the movie,She casually throws out this comment of how long, are we gonna go around watching these 27 dresses like movies...I bursted out laughing...her comment was insanely true and thought provoking too..
For how long..???????????????????????!!!!!????????????????

In the end, I liked the movie...typical me!..

2008-04-14T07:41:00.000-07:00

The naked face-PartI

My first maiden attempt in photoshop of this kind,
More than, detailing the effects and the brush strokes, I've concentrated on bringing the pain, behind her eyes.I've succeeded or not, I dont know.But glad to have brought out the least i expected.Designed her in about 2 hrs and 17 mins i guess, She was inspired by one Tamilia's work whose printout hangs in my cubicle at work.
Credits:Tamilia.

SAW IV-My (obscene) fascination

2008-04-10T03:53:00.000-07:00

My facination for the movie SAW and its 3 installations has always facinated me.The bloody killings, the nastiness in the plot, the sweet revenge of jigsaw..what not, I love their posters too..

Call me crazy, evil...i dont care!!!..I like the very theme of it.."Teaching people the value of their own lives"

Saw IV is the fourth installment in the Saw series. The film was initially released on October 25, 2007, and in the United States on October 26, 2007. The film's North American release date follows the series' tradition that the films be released the Friday before or on Halloween of each year. This installment continues the story of the Jigsaw Killer, and his obsession with teaching people the value of their own lives. Although Jigsaw died in the last installment (Saw III), this film focuses on his ability to manipulate people into continuing his work. Saw IV was directed by Saw II and Saw III director Darren Lynn Bousman alongside with co-creators James Wan and Leigh Whannell returning as executive producers.[4] Unlike the previous three films, Saw IV was not written by either Wan or Whannell.

Photoshop Express goes Live

2008-04-01T01:42:00.000-07:00

The much awaited web version of the supremely invented Adobe’s photoshop is live and kicking.

Adobe released the beta version of web-Photoshop christened as the “PHOTOSHOP EXPRESS” this 27th of March following suite of very many other tools, that’s going web enabled of late.Don not be stirred with the many glitches u may come across while using photoshop express, coz in its early beta days! But be warned, this express is only for some minor photo editing and touchups.

All newbies, can register for a free membership which provides privileges like, 2GB storage and photoSharing apart from what it is intended to do, which is photoediting.

For my part, I logged into Photoshop express’s official site. https://www.photoshop.com/express/landing.html
It had pretty impressive UI.It had the famed liquid, fade navigation. The home page is worth taking a look around.I spent sometime just running my mouse along the many clusters of pictures, which zooms open when dragged upon.Intriguing collection of images I shud say!

Created an account for myself, just to check out the functionalities. I should say, I wasn’t too impressed at all.It took almost one whole day, for my confirmation email to reach my mail box.After 24 hours, I logged in, another sin committed was to click on ‘upload photos’ it took an eternity to for the page to be processed.After endless waiting and ‘staring at the top of the screen’ moments, I was able to connect to my picasa web album and was able to open a pic for editing.

Now, comes the crunch part, the editing functionalities is nothing like I imagined it to be.Its not even close.I dunno, if I was over expecting coz its adobe photoshop we are talking about.

No offence, I love adobe photoshop and all the developer guys @ adobe.But seriously I guess you guys can try a little more.I anticipated a little more I guess.
But nevertheless, Adobe rocks!..and I will keep rocking with my own adobe CS3 extended.

A Déjà vu or ???

2008-03-26T05:14:00.000-07:00

One of america’s commonly used phrase ‘Been there, done that’, is now one of my commonly used phrase.

Confused????!!!

Off late,some of the incidents that happen, in my day to day activities gives me a ‘Deja vu’..not always, but atleast most of the times.

Let me give u an example,
Once, at work when I was asked for a smallest piece of advise, I see myself echoing the same words of advise I ones shared with another friend of mine.Well, u mite think there’s nothing to complain about this…Yeah its true…no harm…

Okies, let me share another piece,
Years back,during the ‘Always on cloud9-college days’,I had met one of my best friends and we had shared some of the most,still cherished moments of my life.
Until, everything shattered, because one minuscule mistake of mine(Actually nobody is to blame)

Here, I am…In yet another strained relationship for the same reason, Yet another ‘Deju-Vu’ For all the wrong reasons!

‘Learn from your mistakes’, is this phrase really practical enough for an average human like me or its just a ‘Yap about it’ daily oneliner.
Let me admit it, ‘I never learn from my mistakes!!..Dammit!

Can we really learn from our mistake??
This has almost become a platitude, an accepted belief, “To learn from our mistakes”
But, if im gonna practice this long enough..I should have become very successful..Right?? Lets come to this point later

Let me give you a small theorem,

For a problem P, lets say the possible solutions are A and B,
‘A ‘ being the correct solution and ‘B’ the wrong one.
Given an average pea sized brain human like me, lets assume I chose ‘B’
But, seeing the consequences of picking the wrong option, If presented with the same problem P again, I would choose option ‘A’.Because…”I WOULD HAVE LEARNT FROM MY MISTAKE”
But, we all know…how theorems work…they are impractical..So is mine.

Life doesn’t always present you with just 2 options(as in the theorem) for any kind of problem.Its bound to be linked to an ‘n’ number of tangible and intangible solutions .And you’re chances of hitting the right solution is n-1…(imagine n to be the biggest number u can count upto).how kool is that??!!!

Hence, next time..you hear the platitude ‘Learn from your mistakes’..Ask the dude to get a life!!!!!

Disclaimer : My sincere apologies, to everyone hurt due to my inabilities to learn from my mistakes. And my apologies again, for I have no plans to try doing the same.

2008-03-26T03:07:00.000-07:00

The clock keeps ticking..

Straight from my heart!

2008-03-07T01:30:00.000-08:00

Its March 3rd, with monday fever!
My mobile rings, Its nish.."Kavi!..Watcha doin babe? Hey listen..I just received this awesome forward this morning, I've sent it to you.Chk it out..It totatly speaks out what we have in mind..Ok..Cya around Bye"

This was the brief conversation we had.After which i noticed "1 new mail" in my INBOX.
My immediate reaction " OH no..not another crappy spam forward"

This mail, jus hibernated in INBOX for the next 5 days, until just 20 mins back..
It suprisingly spits out what every girl, before her marriage goes thro, and how every guy fails to realize that....
Here it is!..Read and comment!

Tomorrow you may get a working woman, but you should marry her with these facts as well. Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are, who is earning almost as much as you do;
One, who has dreams and aspirations just as you have because she is as human as you are.
One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements.
One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life.
One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family name.
One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen.
One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more, and yet never ever expected to complain; to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn't want to; and is learning just like you are as to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you.
One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities. Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply because you won't like it even though you say otherwise.
One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours are to be met.
One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important, relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some and trust her.
One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it.
But not many guys understand this...
Please appreciate "HER"

Emotional Explosion!!!!!

2008-02-28T05:38:00.000-08:00

This is one of my many incomplete though sorta complete photoshop works!!!..

I cant quite remember what i had in mind, before starting with this, Thanks to a nice tutorial by Tamilia..I was able to make to make something visually sensible out of this.

Man's Emotion has no form, boundless when let free
Being trapped, its vibe can exponentially proliferate..
When freed, none can vindicate its form.
So,……….. Liberate it, Live it…….

Charice Pempengco-The YouTube sensation

2008-02-26T03:56:00.000-08:00

It was Monday morning( 25-Feb-08), being a regular viewer of Ellen Degeneres show,I tuned my TV to Star world,after reaching home from my routine morning basketball practice.Im not a bigtime talk show fan, not at all..But there’s something about Ellen that keeps me glued to the TV every morning.

But, this particular show was something beyond apprehension. And this episode had a guest by name “Charice Pempengo” who upon Ellen’s introduction I learnt to be a…

Surprise1: Filipino (Duh??!! What was a person from Philippines doing on Ellen’s show in USA)

Surprise2: Is a 15 year old girl who can sing supposedly well (Whats the big deal, I bet there are loads of kids who can sing at that age..”supposedly well” too.

I knew immediately that its gonna be one of those boring “talk a lot” episode!!! What I didn’t know.,was that the Charice would leave such an effect on me that I’ll be writing about her in my Blog

The show starts, with a girl of 15 old years with typical Filipino looks and nice black suit entering the studio.Without further ado, Ellen handed over the microphone to Charice to do her thing-Which is sing…

The kid walked to the little diaz like place between the audience and Ellen.
The music started playing…For one moment I thought Whitney Houston is at the sets of Ellen Degeneres…But Wait a minute, It was Charice singing “And I am telling You”
The next 5-8 mins, America saw the first stage of Charice achieving stardom.She received a standing ovation from the crowd and Ellen herself.
Watch it to beleive it...

Anyways, I'm a dead mouse

Thank God for the internet

Glory in the flower

Dont try this at home!!!

Karupu thaan ennaku pudicha coloru!!!

“TYPOS” – A horror tale.

When one is bored of getting bored...

Satellite Image of India During Diwali

A 100th!

Lensoholic - 1

Inked for life :)

Ta-ta Tagged!

Confessions of a lensoholic

REAL?

I got a new Canon EOS 1000D.

AMMA

Maad-ah Manushan-ah?

MONDAY Apr 19th 2010

Wilbur - My heart throb

Road to Sanity

JOTHIKAFICATION

Curtains down

Botography makes Uncanny very happy!

"How to be happy being single" for dummies.

Looove is in the air....

Ta ta Tagged!

In forma pauperis

911...............

The beginning of the end

No more polambings!

A true strory...

A toothless judiciary system!!!!! S.H.A.M.E

Chennai's new fashion statement.

When words fail you....

Naan Asin thaan da!!!!

Shi(f)t happens!

goin thro' a patch...

Bring it on.....

The Rain and me

watta lyrics!!!!

Daddy, I'm on pill

Spoken poem- A Thousand kisses deep

His smile says it all....

Priceless Feeling!

Appy birrrrrrrthday lachumi.....

Wake me up when September ends

Sleeplessness

Sisterhood rocks!

Falling Leaves

I promise it won't happen again between us.

Pros and Cons of 2008

Guitarded

Sweet November

Chennai –yil oru mazhaikalam

Say cheese!!!! Say wat??!!!

*********Readers discretion advised***********

The fortress is breached again!!

Tagged again!

Ta ta Tagged............................

Maybe I should STFUP

The Shawshank Redemption

Like “ a Tower”

Little drops of heaven

To lie or not to lie

Sorry...Wrong number...

Sucks

WHATever GOES UP, MUST COME DOWN

Devadhai in the telephone

Pink Paints

Thinking outside the blog

It never happened

A series of unfortunate events (in a night)

An insipid insight to my immaculate worklife

27 Dresses

SAW IV-My (obscene) fascination

Photoshop Express goes Live

A Déjà vu or ???

Straight from my heart!

Emotional Explosion!!!!!

Charice Pempengco-The YouTube sensation

*Readers discretion advised***