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Lately I have been wishing somebody would tell me what to do.YES, what exactly I should do..Strange it may sound though. Inspite of the " I am an independent, strong, know what I want and how to get it and blah blah " girl I have always been, I am now wishing somebody would sit me down and tell me what exactly I should do.. There have been times in the recent past where I have asked myself, am I going wrong somewhere?? Am I doing something wrong? Is this the best choice? Or the right way to do it? And when I do not get clear answers from myself and I am still unsure, is when I wish I had somebody who could tell me all that!!..like a secret angel or something who would tell me what to do and when, what are the correct choices to make and tell me when and where I go wrong.. And its funny to think that when I was a kid, I used to sulk immediately when anybody would tell me what to do.. I used to think, why people, especially elders forever tell me what to do, what not to do?? as

Dear Blog, Its summer now as you know. The heat has increased and you know how charged up usually I am during this season, its my favorite season much to the horror of some people especially mom. I love summer. I like the fact I am able to do with only 5-6 hrs of sleep daily. I like the fact that I don’t feel dull or bored as I do in winters. I call winter as a pessimistic season and summer as an optimistic one. You have no choice but to be on your toes and do something to take your mind off the heat. But this year I am seriously sad. I am missing the exams and the summer holidays, which used to follow them. You know blogy, after you start working and “grow up” nobody really asks if u want a holiday, a change from your routine work. Nor have I been asking myself. But I do, I miss my summer holidays terribly.. Exams too.. I think its always good to have a dose to adrenalin rushing in the body, it keeps our mind alert and doesn’t not allow us to think of nonsense stuff, like some of the

It was a day planned for quite some time now.A reunion of sorts of our MSc friends.We were just 14 of us in that class of 2005, yet it was a herculean task of making all of them converge at the same point, same day, same time. With 2 of them brand new mom’s, a couple more newly happpily married,another few married for sometime now and bored!!, and a few more clueless spinsters including me taking time out of our supposedly busy schedules was not an easy task. But where there is will there is a way! We found that out last Saturday when almost 10 of us met up for lunch after almost 3 yrs!.. we had been meeting on and off, keeping in touch through phone and internet but never had all of us converged at the same point same time!..It was awkward at first! we dint know whom to look at while talking , with whom we were talking to and what. There was so much to ask, so much to tell, so much to comment! From how much weight had been lost and gained, to how much work and life had made us differe

This WORD deserved a post completely dedicated to it.. the word is GOOBE, which in Kannada means owl. In our day to day life we don’t really talk much about owl’s do we? But goobe is quite often used as swear word, to express your displeasure at someone or something . Similar to calling somebody a monkey or a donkey but goobe is easier and much cuter than those words. I use it very generously in my day to day activities.I use it (under my breath of course) to curse the driver of the vehicle when he honks too loudly , to the bus which comes late, or to any animate and inanimate object which irritates me through the day.. I even say “ idhondhu goobe ” to the lizard on the wall coz I feel it is staring at me or something, forgetting what I was taught in my basic biology class that goobe is a bird and lizard is a reptile. Its not just famous with me, when I was in a hostel for 3 months during my job training the word caught the fancy of most of my friends who were from other states and w

"Hey he called you a F***er fool!" i heard the low scream.. It was coming from a boy of around 8 yrs who was pointing an accusing finger towards a boy aged around 6yrs who had apparently uttered that BAD word.. The culprit had a triumphant yet scared look on his face.. and the victim at whom the word was hurled at was angry and stunned.. This was the scene i witnessed today just outside my house on my way back from work.. All these boys belong to fairly conservative middle class background in my neighbourhood. Then i heard a small voice " who is she?" it was obviously about me, the only adult to have witnessed the crime.."That's my aunty" offered my 6 yr old immediate neighbour.. Iam not even remotely related to him but the way he said "MY", kinda touched me... Did she hear? another small voice from the group, obviously about what had taken place.."i dont know" said my kiddy neighbour. Were they worried that i would tell their mothe

This is in continuation with my last post, the weird dream I had.. a few people asked me, did u really dream that?… Well nobody can see another person’s dream can they?.. its not like u can beam it on TV for people to see and believe it… wikipedia says there is no universally agreed definition for dreams… Do each of us dream different things from one another?.. I usually dream as if I am falling or walking into the exam hall after having studied for the wrong exam or somebody informs me that there is an exam and I haven’t prepared for it or the fast fwd of the day gone by, a fight, or my childhood or on very rare occasions a mixture of a few like the one I blogged about .. And are all dreams scary?? Mine most of them are.. if not scary ,at least I am quite apprehensive and confused in all of them..most of my dreams I don’t even remember what it was when I wake up.. even the dream I blogged about wasn’t funny when I was dreaming it.. only after I woke up and recalled it, that I found it

It was me and the neighbourhood I left almost 18 yrs back… I walked in to my neighbour aunty’s house.. she gives me a smile and asks “ I have made nippattu. Beka?( do u want?) Thinthiya?( will u eat?)” and without waiting for my answer she goes inside the kitchen and gives me a handful and goes on with her work.. I am stunned.. why wasn’t she surprised to see me? Where was the customary irritating dialogues old aunties always asked us when they see us after a few yrs- “ aiyyo yeshtu uddha aagidhiya?.( how tall u have become). naan nod dhaga ishte idhe!( when I saw u last u were so small)..namma manege banadaga adhu madidhe, idhu murd hakidhe,( when u had come to our house u had done this, broken that) n such embarrassing and boring questions?.. and hey how on earth is she still so young??.. I realized I was ME of 2008 while she was my neighbor aunty of 1989… she never aged? Time had stood still for her? or was I back in the past??? Not wanting to break my head over it much I started ea