everything happens for a reason.

2009

2009-01-07T12:16:00.000+05:30

Ok, so its another year.. It arrived without much fanfare in my life. No staying up late till the clock struck twelve. Nope I hit the bed at 10 and next morning woke up to realize it’s a “new year”.. It dint feel any different. I dint have any new year resolutions planned up or anything.. Either I have grown old ..NO not old!! , maybe I am no longer in that school girl kind of excited stage of life, where we break into happy laughter and new dreams at the thought a brand new year..

The only thing in my mind is, “god there is so much to be done”! and the time is just slipping away.. No I am not one of those super busy woman juggling office, a career, home and kids. Nope. All I do is go to office, wait for the clock to strike 5pm , get back home and plonk myself on the bed with a book. So I guess it is now obvious that there is lot to be done.

I dint on purpose have a resolution this year. It sucks when I break it or it doesn’t get fulfilled. So this year, no unachievable resolutions nor hoping for stuff beyond my capacity to achieve.. Just a few things which will improve my life IF I stop being a little bit lazy and a few hopes which obviously god has to sanction.. So no undue pressure on myself.. So hoping this year turns out to be a normal simple happy one with a few positive changes at least.. and yes hoping my faith in my god grows stronger day by day.

WISH YOU ALL A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009 :)))))

BLAH- yet again.

2008-11-20T18:25:00.004+05:30

How much of whining and complaining and brooding is too much? When should one feel “ OK now it’s enough” and move on to other things in life?. Lately have been brooding over small things a lot.. Oh, why was she rude? OR oh why do I have to wait for the bus so long, its not fair, ,OR an unkind word told by someone, OR when I get cheated while buying some stuff OR situations like mom asking me to help her with something when I am dead tired OR a huge chunk of work being directed to me in office because some people are on a holiday and this has to be done immediately..

Many random things like that.. Donno if lately I have started observing these things more closely and its not that big a deal OR I am very unlucky and being subjected to more of them lately.. whatever it is, I am finding it difficult to comprehend, analyze and finally let go.. I end up sitting for hours at times and feel bad about it.. and you being expected to be an agony aunt for a friend at the same time when you are so confused, can take a higher toll on you like its happening to me right now!...

Each time I am like “have I worried about it enough? Is it ok, if I just forget about it and get back to watching kasam se in zee?”.. Its another thing that the main protagonist of the serial is another cry baby whining away to glory which brings me back to square one!...

And being the type who rarely forgets things, its making it more difficult to come out of this web which I find myself in ...

Maybe, my life long philosophy of not forgetting bitter things because they have taught me a lesson is not the right thing after all.. Is it insecurity, which makes us cling to the unpleasant things in life? From a simple, “the co- passenger in the bus stamped my foot on purpose” to a fallout with a close friend?. I guess I should rethink about this “not forgetting” habit of mine and let go unpleasant stuff which have happened in life… seems like I am not giving enough time and attention to the good ones.. After all its the good things which makes us happy and its imperative that I give it more importance..

LOVE... Tagged!

2008-10-21T10:30:00.007+05:30

I am tagged. To be honest I dint know what it is to be tagged, until I read a post in my friend ” flying high’s blog some time back.. Read it here .

Its one the most hilarious things I have ever read and that made me like the thing “tagged”.. and now she has tagged me! for another one though.

My first tag..BUT its on *cough cough* LOVE.. There lies the problem the topic.. Well denying it would be silly. So I decided to face it .. So here goes. There are some rules listed below..Iam not changing any question.. Will just do this. But I am breaking one of the rules.. I am not tagging 6 but 3.Here’s one of my very honest write ups. Hope I don’t get into trouble for this!..

RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.

1. If your lover betrayed you what would your reaction be?
Denial. At first I would try to convince myself that he hasn’t done anything wrong. When I come to my senses and realize its true, it would really depend on the extent of betrayal and the situation and also if he is repentant or not. I might walk out or stay back with him. Even if I may forgive, I rarely forget.

2. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?
A small thatched house on the top of an isolated hill with my loved one.

3. If you could, whose butt would you like to kick?
Lots of them! Cant name them here. Sshhh!

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?
Buy an entire rain forest, see the entire world. Keep a substantial amount in the bank. And donate the rest.( the causes I support- food and education for all children)

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
Either you fall in love with your best friend or make the person you love as your best friend. There is no other go according to me. Its impossible to have a best friend( a boy) and another lover. That’s a whole load of crap.

6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?
Both. Though I prefer being loved obviously! Loving someone isn’t easy. Most of the time it will be just infatuation. When you realize you love someone truly, the feeling is awesome too.You feel blessed.

7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you love?
I will wait long enough, if he has a valid reason.

8. If the person you secretly like is attached, what will you do?
Mind my own business and leave him alone.

9. If you could root for one social cause, what would it be?
Social cause..Hmm I know giving money is easy, but giving one's time is very important.But still, I do in my very little way every year give a part of my money to a cause I support which I have already mentioned in question 4. Children's education and food.. Seeing a malnourished child and a kid not studying for the want of money depresses me a lot.

10. Do you lie?
Yes I do. Silly ones though.

11. Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?
10 years from now, I hope to see myself much saner and calmer.Hopefully as a mother and more importantly happy where ever I am.

12. What’s your fear?
Being deserted by the people important to me, including my god.

13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
Flying high- My best friend. A girl who is one of the smartest person I have ever known in my life. She is funny, witty, practical and great person to know. Sometimes I am just glad she is there in my life even if I dont speak to her for days. That says a lot I guess.

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
I don’t like this question. I want to be married and rich. :P

15. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who will you pick?
Naaah, not my kinda situation. Iam not in school. Baah!

16. Would you give all in a relationship?
Yes, it’s a complete relationship only when you do that.

17. Would you forgive and forget someone no matter how horrible a thing he has done?
Forgive I might.. I will.. Wont promise that I will forget.. I don’t usually.

18. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
Being in a relationship of course..It might come with its baggage, adjustments and problems, but it has its beautiful moments too. The feeling of knowing that someone loves you, cares for you even if they themselves are a pain is awesome!

19. Your all time favourite song. Only ONE. And why?

The title track of “Main hoon na”.. No song has touched me in that way and that deep.
I think that song sums up this tag.. after all each person is looking for someone who would sing that for them aren’t they? :)

Iam tagging these 3 people

1. Its high time you started blogging again. And more importantly your blog can do with a lighter topic like this one.
politically incorrect

2. Lets get some conservative views on Love ;)
Sharada

3. Lets get some amazingly interesting views on love!
gourment santist

you three guys have to write. No breaking rules!!

BACK!

2008-10-10T13:12:00.002+05:30

After a looong hiatus I am back..Muahaha!. Don’t u ask "so who missed you"?.People did! Like friends SG n SR.More importantly I missed my blog.. Sigh…:(..... I took a break in June...Reason- Birthday blues. Was supposed to be back soon but things got a bit messy in life and the rough times dragged on..

Anyway's all’s well that ends well. :)

So here am, quite happy and glad to be back.. One more reason to be back is coz I am tagged!.. for the 1st time that too and I want to play the game, so back in business people!

Missssssssssssssssssssed u moi blogyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy !!!!!

ADVANTAGE

2008-05-23T09:26:00.002+05:30

The best thing about getting drenched in the rain is that you dont have to hide your tears.

SRK and me

2008-05-15T14:56:00.005+05:30

SC said excitedly “Had been to Eden gardens yesterday, to watch the kolkata knight riders match!. Wow! what a match it was!!! Shoaib was….” .”How was SRK? Is he cute? I interrupted. who wants to know what Shoaib did??.. baah!..
”Cute I donno..But he is handsome for sure”he replied.. Aaargh! Boys have this thing for the word cute!.. Its associated with silliness and girly. But handsome? Oh ye bring it on!..

“Ok all right not cute, handsome. But how can you say that? He must have been quite far” I questioned “NO we could see him pretty well. He was near the boundary line cheering and dancing all the time” SC explained…

Hmm SRK..I went back to my 1st memories of SHAH RUKH KHAN.. It must have been him in those TV serials almost 2 decades back when I was a small kid.. Though I don’t remember anything much, I do remember he was damn attractive and a lively figure inside the idiot box.. And since I was too young to designate him as cute or handsome, I let him be. But still when I looked at him, there was some sort of happy connection.

Fast fwd to the early nineties, when SRK was doing movies like Baazigar, Anjaam and all that.. I never completely sat through any movie, and only listened to what people around me, friends etc had to say.. "God he is so scary in Anjaam and Baazigar" a friend had exclaimed.. None of my friends actually liked him then.. They liked the chocolate boy Aamir Khan.. I still remember SR, SN, AK going gagaga over him.. I never really liked him, he was always a bit too short for my taste :P… During that weird SRK time, I happened to watch a movie Raju Ban Gaya Gentleman long after it was released.... and I fell!.. I mean for SRK! :D.. He was so cute, so real, so true, so awesome..And a SRK fan was born!..

Iam not a SRK fan in the true sense. I don’t watch all his movies the day it hits the theatres. I have watched only a handful of his movies completely from the beginning to the end.. I have watched Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge, Kuch Kuch Hota Hai and Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gam, 9,3,1 yr after they were released respectively!.. Not a record which a true SRK fan holds I am sure. But ye I had been reading about him, his interviews in magazines, watching his songs and all that.

SONGS! - Reminds me, that his songs play a major role in my admiration towards him.. Be it “tujhe dekha toh ye jana sanam” from DDLJ which happens to be according to me one of the most romantic songs ever.. And nobody could have carried it out that well other than SRK.. And when he sings “kal ho na ho”(ye I know its your voice sonu, I like you too!) I always cry..

When he sings “Main hoon na”… I always pray to God that the guy I end up with in life, should sing me the same song and mean it!!..

Post DDLJ, SRK changed.. He was no longer known for his negative roles and all that.. He became Rahul and I loved him for that..

He has won many acting awards for his movies. But my all time favourite scenes which I call” only SRK and nobody else could do it half as well” scenes are

1.The last scene in Devdas,when Aishwarya comes running through the corridors of the haveli with her pallu on fire towards a dying SRK who is lying beneath the tree. I cry every time I see it, and every time I feel like unlocking the gate and letting Paro meet Devdas just one last time before he died.. SRK has done the scene so well; my heart goes out for him. Sniff! :(

2.All the scenes in Yes boss where he tries to help his boss score over Juhi even though he is so hopelessly in love with her. Even here too I feel like entering into the movie myself and telling Juhi ” duffer the boss is a bad man, SRK is the one who loves you truly!” :(

3.In Kuch Kuch Hota Hai - the scene where he is seen consoling Kajol after he and others made fun of her mini skirt and make up, when she was trying to ape Rani and look beautiful like her. OK not exactly that scene, but the way oh! the way he grabs Rani’s hand when she starts walking away from them while still holding Kajol. Oh! So sweet!! :D

4. Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gam - the scene where he goes to tell Kajol that he can’t marry her coz he cannot displease his dad. He goes there only to see her dad was dead and she and her sister are all alone now.. The way he places his hand over her head and without saying anything but which conveys everything she needs to know.. sniff sniff!! :( :( so beautiful

5.Ok this can go on and on but let me just mention my most favourite scene- Chak De India. When India scores the winning goal against Australia and everybody erupt shouting with joy, he quietly leans back with tears in his eyes looking skywards!.. Oh god that scene is so so real!.. I bet nobody on earth could carry it off so well!

Be it, his acting as a ruthless man in Don or hilariously stupid behavior in Duplicate and Badshah, or as the typical lover boy in Chalte chalte.. He is the best in everything.. Every single damn thing!!

Apart from his singing, dancing, acting, I like him best for what he is outside the reel world. His love and regard for his parents, his love and devotion for his wife and children. I love the fact that Gauri is his 1st and only girlfriend and now his wife. Having a good loyal personal life is very important to me. I think in this he scores those brownie points compared to the “divorced how many times no idea” actors out there. He been a great husband and a father makes me like him even more :)..

I like him for the fact he is a self made man. With no star father or a surname he can boast off!.. It’s a different thing that the “Khan” name has become something to be reckoned with, thanks to him!..

Ok don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean that actors with star dad or mom are not be liked coz they are not self made.. In fact my other favourite’s the Deol men are that only!.. And I love them unconditionally!

But there is some sort of unknown connection with SRK which happens.. He looks more real, more believable when he smiles, cries, sings,talks and laughs.. He looks vulnerable and maybe that’s what makes him so special!

This one’s for you SRK.. You are the best! Love you loads!! :)

IPL and me

2008-05-06T13:27:00.020+05:30

Ok so IPL…As you know,its everywhere around you. Though Iam seeing, I am not really interested in cricket.. BUT one has no choice but to watch it since everybody else is watching it.. And also coz I cant get the remote to change the channel.

So when the hype and hoopla of IPL started, I was like baaah!.. cricket ,money ,glamour!..players getting auctioned like cows!Such a waste of time,money..blah blah blah..

Ok and after all the tch tch what nonsense phase, its back to business. who is making more money was more important than how.

Since I like organizing things into various categories like "list of things to do on a weekend", "list of reasons why not to do them", etc etc similarly I started paying attention to the various categories into where these "players" will be put into.. who will be in which team etc.

As a bangalorean,it is expected from me to cheer the "Royal challengers"... But no no no, I donot support them...dont you start questioning my patriotism!Ye right, its not patriotism its regionalism.. Its not fair!.Malyalees dont have team so they cant or shouldnt cheer for anybody??.. I would have cheered if the team was called" tulunada sena" or "kudladha jokullu" or something similarliy named after the exact region I hail from.. Iam not supporting some team named after alcohol. AHEM!..ok I am lying.Iam just making up stories. Iam not supporting them coz I dont find the team exciting enough for my tastes.:P paah they all look so boring , most of all the captian. sorry SR :P.. hey btw do you STILL find him hot?

Then came "kolkata knight riders".. I love SRK and bengali food.But I found their gold helmets hilarious! so no no Iam not supporting them.

At this point I asked dad, where is kaifoo?? Rajasthan Royals- he replied.
Rajasthan royals??HUH? there is team by that name? I had not heard of it, and eventually I came to know that no movie star or industrialist owned it. and no Katrina,Akshay or Deepika endorsed it.

well there, that's the team Iam supporting I decided! They were the underdogs, and by the time I had pledged my support for them they had lost their 1st match!:(

The reasons for choosing to support this team are as follows-
1.The tastiest panner butter masala I have ever had till date was in a hotel in peethal camp area of Jaipur around a decade back.

2.I love kaipfffooo(Md kaif)( my parents were startled the 1st time they heard me call him that way, now they are used to it)

3.whats the point in supporting so called strong teams?I shall support the underdogs!

BTW by the time I decided to write this post, RR happened to top the charts. They had beaten all the so called strong and sundry teams! MWUAHAHAHA!and if anybody happens to doubt me and say Iam supporting them only coz they are winning now can ask my dad, he will vouch for my honesty and also will tell you not have any contest with me- betting money types.I DO NOT pay when I loose. He learnt it recently when I lost trying to place Gilly(apna gilchrist) in the proper team, I said he was in chennai while dad said he was in Deccan Chargers and he was obviously correct. But I refused to cough up the 100 rs we agreed as bet. Yes betting on cricket happens at our house too.

OK so as I was saying,this 20-20 is tolerable coz its only 20 overs, so I have been watching some of the matches..

Some of the moments in this IPL tournement I found interesting are:

1.Ambani's looking totally crashed over their teams non performance and the captain of the most costliest IPL team ,Sachin Tendulkar nursing his never healing injury.Iam sure Mr Ambani would have batted himself if he knew how too.. Comeon he can make 100000 rupess from 1Re. So Iam sure he could try with batting too, after all more runs you hit more money you make.

2.The sreesanth-harbhajan spat!.. for a moment I did feel sorry for the bawling sreesanth. But tell me, if anybody were to make such animal like scary faces at you, what would you do? Iam against violence let me clarify but I would, just like bhajji punch a few faces myself... and maybe hug them later and go bhai- bhai.

3.Shilpa Shetty,Juhi Chawla and Katrina Kaif looking lost while cheering for their respective teams.Iam sure they had no idea who or what they are cheering for.

4.SRK gifting each one of his team memebrs with a lappy. That was the mistake he made.Looks like they are all hooked to the new toy and have forgotten to play.No worries, shoaib's coming. OR is it actually more worries??

5.Dhoni's new ad for this watch. Dressed as a tamilian. He is awesome.

And ofcourse let me mention that along with cheering and jeering the teams, I am also looking very carefully at the logo's on the dresses and helmets of the players.All those brands Iam making a note of.Brands adorning the loosing teams especially. Coz Iam going to avoid buying their products in future.All the money they loose here in IPL will be for the consumers to repay. tsk tsk.. one needs to be careful you know?

And finaly since RR dont have any star promoting them, unlike Preity-KP; Shahrukh-KKR; Katrina-RC; Akshay-DD, I humbly appoint myself to the task! :D

Sigh...

2008-04-23T09:28:00.003+05:30

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 if I dont know!..

Now I have grown up.. and I admit, I dont know :(

An irony of life I guess.

Summer

2008-04-21T18:51:00.008+05:30

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 things I have been thinking lately. I loved the last day of exams when we used to throw the writing pad and pencil box after the last exam not even bothering to hear mom or answer her “ after exam cross checking sessions” she used to hold every day.. DP maama (uncle)used to come within 2-3 days of the exams to take me and my sis to udupi to our grandfather’s house. Grandfather on his own was an eccentric fellow, never used to talk to his children or grandchildren except to give lectures on life, behavior, and other HR topics. I don’t even remember talking to him for more than a minute, but thanks to him we had a beautiful house with a big garden with lots of trees just 15 minutes walk from hotel Diana (which was more of our another grandpa’s place!!) in udupi. . May his soul rest in peace!..

It used to be riot back in the house, mom’s instructions of not to trouble her younger sisters and brothers thrown into air, while parents stayed back in bangalore, it used to be bliss and complete freedom for me, I think at that time I was 6-7 yrs old ..I still remember the way Dp maama used to pamper us with everything we asked and we dint ask.. esp the frequent visits to Diana, Diana holds a special place in my heart. Mom says she used to bunk college and used to go there sometimes for a plate of cutlets and fruit salad with ice cream.. I remember going there ever since I was born, and even now whenever I go to udupi , even if I don’t visit the Krishna temple, I go to Diana more than once even if the stay was of 1 day..

One summer I remember him taking us to Diana almost every single day.. how many gadbad ice creams have been devoured there! Once I decided to change my choice and ordered a honeymoon special. But giggles and smart comments from my maama as well as the waiters around bruised my ego that I never ordered that again even though I remember it was yummy! Expecting 7 yr old to know the meaning of honeymoon is stupid! :X they shouldn’t have had it on the menu itself! Paah! Expecting honeymooning couples to come and eat it in the temple town of udupi is also expecting too much!...

The walk back to the house with a stopover in the park called” ajjarkad” which literally means grandfather's forest! It was as a park where old and young alike of that area got together in the evening..It was here Indira gandhi came and gave a huge bhashan it seems long long back- info courtesy ajja( grandad) Playing in the sand for hours and on Sundays the trip to malpe beach! Coming home back dirty and getting scolding’s from my aunts( they are similar to my mom) who used to threaten both us and maama that they would complain to mom the next time she called..
ye phones were a luxury which my grandad’s home at that time dint have.. so it used to a be a weekly affair going to the nearest phone booth and calling home..
My sister and me were the only kids in that neighborhood actually! But it was fun though.. I remember the times I used to sit with the cats and watch the elderly women of our immediate neighbor household clean the freshly caught basket of fishes for lunch!!.. Bangade thintiya??( bangade- a kind of local fish and thinthiya means will you eat?) they used to ask me sweetly.. I used to shake my head vigorously, not coz we were vegetarians but coz I never liked its smell!.. Maybe that time if it had smelled delicious I would have probably eaten it!

Jumping the compound wall was one more thing for which my aunts shouted at me. Going through the gate to the neighbors required a long trek, so the easiest way was to jump the walls! Don’t do that, there are snakes out there, my aunts used to shout..
One day I jumped and landed on our side when something slapped me across my leg. I bent down to see a water snake( what was it doing on land?) hurrying across the path which had given me one rap and I went bawling into the house. I wasn’t hurt or anything but sometimes one likes to bawl.

And of course how can I forget that cycle man who used to come honking at 12pm sharp every day selling locally made candy like thing! I used to run inside the house and pester my aunt for 50 ps and run and buy that and suck it away to glory! We would have never eaten that in bangalore, but in udupi everything was allowed and it did taste great..

The only time we were all well behaved (we includes me, sis and aunt's and maama) was during the visit of my granddad who lived a bit far away in our village coz udupi was too much of a “city” for him.. He probably came to check if his house was still standing in one piece. He used to talk to my sister for sometime give me a glance and go off the next day, and we all used to take deep breaths and smile back!

The one-month used to pass off so quickly and before you knew it mom used to come down from Bangalore. Not that much of fun when she is around, she used to stop my maama from taking us to Diana frequently and other fun things we used to do behind her back :( .. and after a week of mom coming it was time for us to go home.. :(

Home also used to be fun at that time, dad would have got all the new books for the next class, and wrapping them up in brown paper and pasting the stickers of Disney characters and writing my name on it took away our next few days.. and also finishing off reading text books of English,GK,moral science and other things before even the school reopened. Buying new stuff, box, bags etc..And the huge disappointment sometimes when mom declared that the school bag used last year was good enough and could be used for another year! I remember clinging on to dad and sniffing, and somehow before mom knew it we had a new one, yeah!.. :D

Decades have rolled by since then, aunts have got married and moved away so have my uncles.. Now nobody stays in that big house..I always wanted to be a good big sister to the kids of my aunts and uncles coz I do remember the wonderful times I had as a kid with their parents.. I try my level best, but when one has to be nice to 6 kids ranging from kindergarten to 9th std it gets difficult!! And also when they take turns ,being in awe of you when you tell them that you have finished studying or once when I said MSc, my little sister asking me how many std’s is that?? She could count only till 10th!!

Life has changed so much blogy, summer doesn’t have the same warmth anymore.. There is no more planning of summer holidays trip to other places in India mom and dad used to plan keeping in mind the school reopening dates…Now if summer wasn’t so prickly and sweaty nobody at home would even know its summer..

Summer is still my favourite time of the year though. It heralds a new beginning for me, a change hopefully a good one, more so like graduating from one class to another standard like in school!
I hope this summer is a good one for me, you and all the people reading my blog!
HAPPY SUMMER! :))

Reunion

2008-04-14T20:09:00.002+05:30

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 different, there was just too much to say.. say we could, if only we stopped laughing! We laughed until our sides ached, and my head started slowly pounding from inside..

Slowly we made our way to the restaurant where we had decided to have lunch.. And as if god wanted to save the rest of the people coming to the restaurant from us, we got a huge table in a corner secluded spot away from the rest.. 2 hapless looking waiters came to us and handed out the menu’s.. in between our hahahaa’s we manged to realize that we had to order food.
“Hey wait lets find out if she is coming too. She is anyways always late from college days” "hehehe"!! the rest of us laughed.. anything and everything was making us laugh.. why wouldnt it? when one of them declared how she had fought with her husband because it had got late for our meeting thanks to his punctured bike! moreover when she said, in the 4 months she had been married, his bike's tyres had got punctured 8 times and all the times when she had grumbled at him over something!!

Somebody dialed the numbers of people who werent still there.. 2-3 of them dint turn up.. lets blame it on work, and unexpected relatives dropping in.. the cell phone traveled from one ear to another.. iam sure the girl at the other end had no idea to whom she was talking to, but still we weren’t ready to stop. After around 15 minutes when we were confirmed that only 2 more will be joining us after sometime we decided to order lunch.

“ Can I take ur order maam” the steward said.. instead of giving him the order we gave him the camera! And all of us give him our best smiles too! He had no option but to keep his book and pen on the table and go to the other end and click our pics!!.. finally we all settled down and lunch was ordered. Soups, salads, starters.. food was good! In between the talking, laughing and eating we made err requested our waiters to take more pics of ours!!.. sometimes its difficult to think girls that too “grownup” girls can make so much noise!!.. the laughs were thanks to our friend SK.. anything and everything she said, made us go “LOL”!!

Lunch dragged on for quite sometime coz we had to eat in between our yanking and laughing.. finally when we were ready to order for desserts 2 more of our friends arrived, much to the shock of our waiters and supervisor!.. “ hey order lunch for them” somebody shouted.. when reluctantly he came to take the order for the last 2 late comers he was again given a camera instead!! Hey comeon! All of us had to have a group pic! He couldn’t complain much, so many girls smiling sweetly at him, he just couldn’t refuse!!… another round of laughter, talking at the top of our voices and throwing diet into the air by ordering the choicest of desserts we finally walked out of the restaurant. Happy and contented leaving behind a tired and with a “ glad they are gone” look on the 3 people who waited on us!

While on our way out I noticed a large group of college girls counting us we went by!! They were probably waiting for a big table to empty so that they could have lunch.. it was ironical I realized.. "enjoy your lunch girls, soon u will be meeting like us only in reunions!"..
After spending another 30 minutes just outside the hotel, talking excitedly to each other, in the hot afternoon sun. we took some more pics in the crowded lanes of malleshwaram ..we got more people in the photographs than we wanted, including other customers of the hotel, random people on the road, autodrivers across the street!!

Then finally we reluctantly said bye to each other..some of us weren’t done yet! 4 of us decided to visit one of my closest friend chai's house soon after. to see her 9 month old baby girl!..
Continuously chattering we reached her home, where the little darling was waiting for us inspite of her nap time!.. it was touchingly weird , the entire situation, few years back we 4 were together discussing record books, pending experiments, notes to be photocopied etc, and here we are now playing with one of our daughters!.. how time had flown by.. the little moppet kept us entertained cheerfully giving competition to her mom chai who I can swear has the most beautiful smile I have ever seen in my life… soon it was time for her sleep, she cheerfully came to all of us, waved us good bye’s and went with her grandmom while we sat and reminisced the good old days..

College days weren’t always fun.. we have had our share of fights, ego clashes , jealousies and what not! But years later when we recalled we just had pleasant memories.. it was like things hadn’t changed at all.. where had all the time gone? We had ofcourse moved so far away in life yet there was an unmistakable bond between us.. we had our lives now, not interwined in any way but just by memories.. we thanked the initiative taken by one of our friend, for this day, coz it was one of the best days of my life.. like we said in unison, "'this was the best day since we left college, haven’t laughed so much since then"!.. I know they are exaggerating though! People had got married, had babies since then so naturally more beautiful things had happened but yet at that moment it seemed like this was one of the best things which happened.. I told too, “ ye this is the best day of my life since college”!.. it will be not fair to the new friends I have made since college esp a sparrow, to some of the best times I have had since then , so I will be honest and say this was one of the best days since I left college and iam so thankful for it!

It was evening and we 4 friends reluctantly bid goodbye's to each other.. it really did seem like we would meet next day in college!. When we to our dismay realized that meeting again like this will probably take years!..

Soon after I reached home, chai called me and we again spoke for half an hour to discuss the day gone by and the rest of them! ;) somethings never change!! We had a great time no doubt about that, but somehow in the end of it I was feeling very down with a heavy heart..

I realized one thing that day, we make so many friends in our life, we move on sooner or later, we might not be in touch regularly, but the bond remains… every friend we make in our life is special.. we don’t become friends with everybody , so with whom ever we do, I think we should respect it and cherish it..

This is for all my past , present and future friends.. we might not have enough time for each other, but any time if you reach out I will respond. I promise you that. And thanks for being my friends! :)

GOOBE

2008-04-09T14:37:00.004+05:30

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 who dint know anything in Kannada language.. I used it to scold them the 1st time of course, but instead of feeling offended they fell in love with that word and started using it themselves. They don’t use it only with me but also among them selves! Believe me it was hilarious when once I saw 2 of my friends a Tamilian and Telugite fighting with each other and calling each other goobe’s.. I felt so proud! Err donno why!!..even when my Oriya and Bengali friends use goobe in their day to day talk I realize how far this word has reached.. my eyes are misty!! :P…

What prompted this post?.. my friend who doesn’t know a word of Kannada cursing her slow internet connection thus –“ hey this goobe gmail is troubling me so much” :D

Disturbing

2008-04-04T19:09:00.006+05:30

"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 mothers what kind of language their kids are using? I hadn't even heard the word f**k until i was 20 i guess..The kids know that it is a bad word but please dont tell me they know the meaning... I turned towards them and gave a reluctant smile and walked away...
I usually would have been tickled in such a situation, probably thought it was funny but today i didn't...Kids are growing to fast these days... Its worrying.

Blah!

2008-04-02T20:44:00.004+05:30

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 a bit funny...

So did I exaggerate in my previous post? – YES! :D… not a lot but yes I had to make it interesting!.. and moreover I quite dramatic in real life too :P

hey but what heck! its my blog , i can post whatever i want! :P

what is happening?

2008-04-01T14:14:00.005+05:30

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 eating the tasty crisp nippatu. Yummy it was..By that time In walked in 2 of my college classmates.. hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!, I screamed delighted., I hadn’t seen them in 3 yrs now so was happy.. but something made me stop, they continued fretting over a bundle of papers and looked up at me said “ have u finished the project? We have to submit tomorrow?.. and the test? Studied??…I chocked on my nippatu. Project? Test? Tommorow what??… sushma come-on, u would have finished it by now, atleast tell us the important points of Scatter plots, Pearson Correlation Coefficient, simple linear regression ..
Hey HOLD ON!… 1st thing- I have my convocation certificate to prove I have finished college and can live this life without writing anymore stupid exams.. Ha! And one more thing, I would have chosen to be illiterate than take statistics for graduation! There is a problem ladies –

what were these girls dicussing?? all i wanted to say was - “hey its me, how have u been?? Do u know she1 got married? And she2 got a baby? And she3 has new boyfriend now? So much to discuss abt the past 3 yrs and what project what exam? We have already done that”!! :((((…. The only problem was nobody could hear what I was telling only I could hear them.. they were acting as if I was a part of their conversation actively agreeing to what they said..
“Here this is your part of the project we have finished ours, now we will read and you solve those problems and then we can all revise” they told me.. I looked sadly at the pages n pages of statistical problems.. mean median mode’s,.. so many numbers and data to be ingested..

when I was about to throw it out( not the nippattu but the statistics problems), the neighbour anunty walked in. and I realized one more thing-. what r u girls doing in my neighbour aunties house?? Aren’t u 2005? She is 1989! How do u know her?? and why is the aunty not surprised to see two strange girls in her house??..

When I was calculating all this aunty announced, “those 40 students have come from dharwad for the consumer awareness class, do I ask them to wait??…HUH?? aren’t they supposed to come 3 days later?? And u aunty are 1989 and they are 2008 3 days from now.. what are u all doing in the same screen??.. I bend over the 1st floor balcony and look down at the students, she said 40 but I could see around 400.I walked back to the house confused.. aunty asked” shld I arrange for some tea and biscuits for them?”.. I rub my forehead, that’s what the receptionist back in office asks, what is aunty who I haven’t seen for a decade now asking it??…. none of all this made sense.. my friends on the other hand were busy reading Sampling distribution of mean and population proportion, Central Limit Theorem and similar blah's... to hell with them I decided..

Something was terribly wrong... Suddenly it became blue with lots of stars in front of my eyes and I gasped up.. I realized I was dreaming!!.. I cursed my dream’s director and screen play writer! Putting 2 diff parts of my past and my future in the same dream!!.. it was more of a torture than watching RGV’s sholay… aaah now for some sleep..

trrinnnnng!! The alarm goes off- it shows 5.15am… sigh! Time for another torture- my yoga class :

who was she?

2008-03-27T19:47:00.004+05:30

There she was standing on her plump legs less than 2 feet tall trying her best to look up at me.. her kohl lined eyes were oh so beautiful and she was giving me the bestest of the toothless smile I have ever seen in my life.. I was just about to cross the road another 2 mins I would reach home… I was on my way back from office… it was at this juncture I met her with her granddad.. she was trying to take small steps in her pom pom shoes which made the cutest little sound when she wobbled around.. she had stopped to look and smile at me.. I smiled back.. “Jado ammi?” I asked her in tulu( my mother tongue) I am sure she dint understand nor did her granddad, but after that she did broaden her smile.. hey maybe she did understand!.. any baby I see I usually smile but this was the 1st baby who smiled at me first and was looking at me as though she knew me from beyond…
I bent down and touched her cheeks when her granddad proudly declared “ its her 1st birthday today”… Aaawwww I melted!.. regaining my composure back I rummaged though my bag and pulled out a big orange.( mom had given it to me in the morning to eat it during lunch which as usual I hadn’t)… just for a second I felt silly..
1.I dint know the baby or its granddad.
2.Why am I giving an orange of all the things?
3. what if the granddad threw it back at my face?

Strangers on the road offering his precious granddaughter a citrus fruit is not common is it?… strangely the granddad gave me a smile and told the baby “akka hathra thogoma”( take it from sister) AKKA! What nonsense! I have had even high school kids calling me aunty and iam akka for this baby??!! Not that I like being called aunty :P but this time I was more than willing for this baby.. I bent down and held it, she tried to grab it with her plump little hands. Ofcourse she couldn’t , she would need 4 such hands to carry it.. after the granddad took charge, I waved my hand as to say bye.. she did too, all the while smiling so sweetly at me… It was like she knew a secret and I was in it.. the grandpa and grand daughter moved away with the baby trying hard not to fall sideways off while walking… I started on my way too, the opposite direction.. I suddenly realized like a dodo I hadn’t even asked her name ... it dint matter.. all 3 of us were smiling thats was enough..

There was something intriguing about her.. I felt she knew something about me before hand…had we met before?when? she was just one year old...who was she??
Yer ammi ee?

Birthday Gift

2008-03-20T21:34:00.003+05:30

Mom's birthday is coming up in this month. So I asked her " maa what do u want for your birthday this time?"

She thinks for a second before declaring earnestly but firmly " I want a handsome son-in-law".

Next time I am showing her a list of things i CAN actualy give her and ask her to pick ONLY from that list.

SIGH! :(

END of post.

Wanted- help and suggestions

2008-03-09T11:17:00.011+05:30

Causes for my heart burns and frustration nowadays

1. Have started following MTV Roadies 5.0. Ankitha getting voted out and anmol 's happiness. Dont even want to comment about shambhavi and that punju munda who can be surprisingly willy. Love you ayaz. what are you doing there? Go home and take care of yourself.

2. Cooking can be such a stressful job. Mom i love u so much more now. Please come back soon. Mumbai isnt really nice, ye i know bangalore and we in it is the last thing in your mind right now.

3. Lose of appetite. One best thing to loose weight is to cook for yourself and try eating it.

4.The dry windy weather plaguing bangalore.It makes my skin and hair frustratingly dry. Yet a stupid pimple burts out in that dryness.

5.Getting up so early for my yoga classes. Donno how long it will take to loose my fuse over it.

6.Orkut- had enough of- hey how r u? iam doing good what about you?.. iam doing good too. end of conversation kind of friendships.

7.Following hilary - obama fight. why should i? I have no idea. Iam not american by any stretch of imagination. Have no plans settling there or even visiting it in the near future. I was in frenzy when the ohio and texas results were announced. Iam rooting for hilary. why? Coz i like Bill Clinton.

8. Worrying about BIAL. Bangalore international airport. More importantly about the 40 km drive to reach it. Why? If at all i have to use it ever, iam worrying about it right from now.

9. Feeling bad for the farmers who paid of their loans with great difficulty before chidambaram's budget and missed the loan waiver by a whisker and those farmers who have taken loan from private loan sharks for whom this waiver means more heartburn.

10. The road widening project taken up by the national highway authority in front of my office.. The roads are dug up, need to do a circus to get into campus, the frequent power cuts and the aplomb with which the road developers pull up the BSNL cables every other day and make me feel like iam in an island with no phones and Internet. I do not use my cell in office.

11. The need for a good tailor.

12. Not being able to finish the book - inheritence of loss even once, though read marley and me for the 5th time in 6 months.

13. Realizing for the nth time i have a great timing in making a fool of myself real good infront of people i love.Sure shot way of making sure they stay away from me. paaah!

14. Fret over things done in temper and haste.

15. Postponing mailing and calling up of atleast 8 friends after promising them that i would mail and call soon.

16. Why dont people understand me? Why cant i understand them?

17. Why are choclates such wonderful medicines for boredom,pms,anger so full of calories? why cant atleast something or someone be all nice without any BUT attached?

ANY SUGGESTIONS FOR THE ABOVE 17 PROBLEMS WELCOME.

renewing a part of my past.

2008-02-28T11:41:00.007+05:30

HAHAHAHA!! My boss( aka head) guffawed.. we had just come out of a boring 2 hour meeting.. no she dint find the meeting amusing or anything. Why would she or anybody? If you are asked to sit through a boring meeting right after you have had a good lunch, wouldn’t one rather sleep then?… I wanted to sleep. I was so badly trying to control myself, actually my head was dangerously bending towards the desk.. I started to do something which I hadn’t done in a loooong time.. open my book and start sketching.. this time with a pen and my diary in which i was supposed to noting down the minutes of the meeting :D

Ok before I forget, my boss who is 30 yrs my senior in age and experience was looking at my sketch and laughing.. I had drawn the chairperson of that meeting who was sitting right in front of me! :D..
see the pic

I started drawing seriously when I was in 4th std. When I had typhoid and was at home for 1 month.. my mother dint allow me to read( my fav of all the pastimes) or watch TV.. all she did was get me lot of color pencils, erasers and long big drawing books.. and I started to do just that.. I still have that book btw :)…
After that I never took it seriously… except drawing, or sketching or just doing some damn thing with the pen behind almost all my books in school during class.. almost all class works and homework books had designs and caricatures running to more than 10 pages sometimes from behind.. ie back of the book..

My mom always wanted me to sit and draw.. sometimes she even pleaded! Coz she believes she sucks at it and since she thought I was very good ( oh ye she is my mother , she will naturally think I am the best) at it, she wanted me to pursue that... but since it requires a lot of patience, which is one thing I don’t have much, I refused.. though suddenly from time to time from somewhere I used to get the josh, and I have drawn mainly drawings of Krishna… I don’t even have most of it, a few of them a friend took , while the other few only god knows where they are..

So after sketching the the chairperson of that boring meeting, I seem to have got a renewed vigour to do it seriously.. oh not a better sketch of him!, but my sketching hobby as such.. showed the sketch to PS and she said it looked just like him! :) and she also had some nice words for me.. thanks PS! Though she dint want me to put up my sketch on my blog! She was like “ what if somebody reads and tells him? :DD well I shall say immodestly that he looks much better in my sketch ! :P
… while another friend SC wanted me to sketch him! I have demanded a downpayment of at least 1000 bucks before I even start thinking about it! :P

If one has to learn more about sketching I think we need to look no further than my classmate and friend LV… his sketches and art leaves me spell bounded every single time.. so next time Iam chatting with him will bug him for some tips! :))

Bugging I did, my friend SR too.. who is an artist herself.. she downplays it but I know.. asked her a few tips about painting.. ye I know sketching and painting are 2 different things but I intended to learn that too sometime very soon..
She offered her expertise- “water colours on paper and oil painting on canvas”!… though simple it sounds, was something I dint know!.. enough knowledge for a starter like me . thanks SR! :))

Read this beautiful; saying sometime back.. “ there is always time to do things we love”.. there is nothing like Iam busy , I have no time.. its easy to say but difficult to practise.. but Iam sure all of us have done it or doing it now- putting our hobbies in the backseat for various reasons.. I have done it too. I can give 101 very good reasons for not doing it also! :P… but Iam slowly realizing that if something makes me happy, I should at least give it try.. is it too late to revive a childhood hobby?.. isn’t it better late than never? :)

Back in the driver’s seat.

2008-02-25T11:47:00.011+05:30

I learnt driving way back in my late teens when I was still in college. My parents never allowed me to ride two-wheeler, so I had to learn driving. I was a pretty good driver. A confident one. I have driven almost in all kinds of roads. In Bangalore traffic, the narrow overcrowded fast moving Mangalore – Udupi highway, or the straight 6 lane highway en route to Chennai and except a few hairpin bends, I have even driven most of the shiradi ghat route right from sakleshpura to subramanya post in the western ghats. My most favorite one till date is the 3 hr drive which I did from coimbatore to chamarajnagar near Mysore , through the ghat sections of the sathyamangala forest area..infamous for veerappan and his associates.. ofcourse veerappan was long dead, but the route though breathtaking was eerie! But around a year and a half back I had an accident. OK not that serious or anything, just the taillight of the car got broken. But more importantly my confidence was shattered.. It happened, in the crowded JC road in Bangalore sometime around 10pm.. I was speeding as usual, when the traffic light slowly turned yellow. The car behind , a doctor probably thought I am going to jump it and not stop since I was speeding, decided to follow me. I dint jump but I manged to slow down and applied brakes. He came and dashed breaking his car’s taillights which resulted in small bump in our car.. a fight followed, my dad and him.. then both of them shouting at the top of their voices got back to our own ways.. nothing really changed, except for me.. I have never driven in Bangalore again and outside not more than 20km at a stretch.. The confidence I had was completely lost..

Last Friday, my parents decided that we should visit sringeri and horanadu on weekend. I was in no mood.. I was very troubled the Friday evening, that given a choice and I would have just shut my eyes and fallen asleep never to wake up again, just so to put an end to the thoughts troubling me. But no it wasn’t to happen. Sat morning at 5am mom woke me up and we got ready to for our weekend trip. Sringeri which is around 350kms from bangalore is my maternal grandmother’s place so mom was quite upbeat and happy about it.. I sat at the back with my sister sulking, sniffing and crying every 5 Min's on the journey.. ye nobody nowadays asks me, why I cry at home, coz now they are tired of it!.. 3 hours later dad stopped at a kamath restaurant in the NH_48 for breakfast.. after eating a pathetic plate of idly we came back to the parking lot to resume our journey to horanadu which was a good 4-5 hrs from there. Suddenly I told my dad, “I will drive”.. I heard 3 voices in unision- are u sure?… I was.. All I could do was sit at the back and think and feel sad n bad about the previous evening’s stuff,, which dint deserve my time or was it worth it, and just overcome my fear and regain back the confidence I had lost a few yrs back and drive.. Dad handed over the key to me.. I sat in the drivers seat.. and the other 3 of the them sat just like how a science geek sits in the physics class taught by his favourite teacher.. with FULL attention… I started the car, needed to go reverse so as to to move away from the parking lot.. “Do u know how to go reverse??” my mom asked me.. I knew of course but 3 people watching my every move made me nervous. I have this habit of talking and cuddling inanimate objects too.. so I did that now. I told our car ”sweetie help me please” and blew a flying kiss.. it worked :)..

I was on my way.. for the next 20 mins I was like a student.. Though my sister doesn’t drive and my mom only rarely they all pitched in to teach me how to drive.. “slow down!!, change the gear!!, come to 2nd gear! Look in the rear view mirror, u went too close to the cyclist” n stuff.. slowly my sister and dad relaxed.. I could hear my dad snoring too.. While mom wasn’t yet ready to give up.. sitting next to me, she continued with her tirade. I even hit 100km/hr once, before my mom bent and saw the speedometer and let out a howl.. “Take your leg off the accelerator she ordered!”.. I did.. There’s no cheating my mother..

We reached chikmaglur and I stopped at a café coffee day for a treat I sponsored! My mom said the same dialogue she says everytime she is in one, though this was probably only her third time.. “God this place!! , drinking one coffee here is equal to buying 4 litres of milk”!! :D.. That didn’t stop her from ordering one for herself!

Soon we were on our way back from the stopover, my dad went towards the drivers seat.. I wasn’t done yet.. “appa I will drive myself” I told him.. “Are u sure? The roads are going to get narrower and bumpier now.lots of pot holes and its ghat section now”.. he said.. No I will.. I said firmly.. He went back and happily went back to his siesta, so did my sister.. Mom sat with me in front, still her faith in me was much lesser than dad’s and sister’s... she continued for a few minutes.. at one point she said the following sentence in English not kannada and I quote- “let the cow pass, let the car pass, and now you pass”!!:))))) soon she gave up.. and started reading the newspaper.. It felt great to see my family trust me and my driving.. More importantly it felt great coz I was trusting myself.. I had regained my self confidence back, which I had lost , completely lost.. the drive was beautiful.. narrow roads, filled with blind curves, and road was similar to the way a snake slides on the ground.. we went rite through the malnad region famous for its coffee and arecanut plantations.. there was a valley below and river gushing by.. I told my mom about it, and she shocked told me, that she will see the view and I should see the road!…
Not all the drive I was a perfect driver, the locally made road humps were difficult.. at one point which included a blind curve and road hump,, I abruptly stopped, dismayed, coz rite in front of me was a huge KSRTC bus! Since it was a blind curve I hadn’t seen him.. I sheepishly looked up at him.. he was an elderly driver who for a change looked down kindly at me a lady driver and said “parvagilla hogamma”( its ok, u go dear! ) and waited until I started the vehicle and went past him giving him one of my best smiles! :))) … I was driving for almost 4 hrs now, my arms and legs were aching.. and also my stomach was churning due the roads which was like a snake.. Still something inside made me stick on.. I stopped only when we reached the picturesque Horanadu and myself parked( I suck at parking) the vehicle where the parking attendant told me to! Got down elated, happy and contended… I had driven for almost 170kms at one go!

Everything else went on well in the trip, paid obeisance to god at both places, all in all had a good time.. drove for a couple of hours on our way to Bangalore too..

The highlight of the trip was the sighting of a huge blackest of black king cobra in the wild!!.. It happened when I was sleeping in the back back and dad was driving,..
Before this a background- if there are 100 people in the room and one ant, I would be one of those people who would have noticed the ant. I am good at observing.. EXCEPT snakes in the wild.. I have never been able to see snakes in the wild.. I would have somehow missed it while all those along with me would have spotted it. Especially my mom who unlike me is petrified of them and gets them in her dreams.. so it was the 1st time I spotted one in the wild! There it was crossing the road in all its glory while we watched stunned.. we were in its territory.. in the forests of western ghats.. and there it was .. so big, so long so black.. it hurried away and I felt happy.. i associate the sighting as a good omen :)))
It was a good weekend..it helped me in 2 ways. .I was back in the drivers seat.. Literally and other wise… taking control of one’s life is the same as driving.. Its scary only in the beginning.. Once u realize the steering wheel is in your hands, the sense of responsibility is refreshing.. just 2 days back on that Friday evening I was low on self confidence .. but 2 days is more than enough to change one’s tracks back to right place.. I feel refreshed, happy and in control.. Just like I was around 2 years back :)

Fear

2008-02-17T20:47:00.001+05:30

Fear is a strange emotion.. The fear of cockroaches, the fear of ghosts, the fear of crossing a crowded road, the fear of future, the fear of strangers, the fear of uncompleted tasks, the fear of exams, the fear of results, the fear of the darkness, and many more.. I have had my share of fears…I have always dealt with it , my way.. always facing something where the entire responsibility is on me has been relatively easy.. in the sense if I have to overcome something on my own I have done it… but at times there is nothing one can do but just wait for the fear to go away, things to become clearer or for somebody to help you over come it… that’s the most difficult task… Coz its not in my hands to do anything about it than just WAIT
I am waiting….

AiiyyYO- GA !!

2008-01-31T19:38:00.000+05:30

I suffer from MPD(multiple personality disorder) ..one day some voice in my head told me to go join yoga classes.. “Huh? Yoga.. Why?” I asked… just go join and don’t ask too many questions, the voice snapped back..

Ok first step. No not hunting for yoga schools near my home..that’s 2nd step..1st step is convincing my friend SR to join me :D. i dint want to go alone!. “lets go, its supposed to be real good, not just for physical health but for mental stability too, relives stress and blah blah blah I went on.. she wasn’t convined..” early morning?” so early in the morning? So so early in the morning? :( yoga? Really? she asked…Ye ! ye! It will be wonderful, u can sleep later, u can sleep in the office , u can sleep in the bus and such similar crap I said and managed to convince her... so now the yoga classes near our homes.. a 20 yr old school.. Great! I call up and ask the timings..everything is fine for me.. but new problem, SR has problem with the location of the school and the 5.30am timings! Ok one more around of yoga jai yoga jai , I cant do. I go and join it myself all alone!! While she is glad!..

My elderly lady teacher is very sweet :)))…. Class begins… “You come right in front of the class, so you can follow me well" she said.. so I did.. “don’t try to do anything you aren’t able to.. take it easy, gradually you will learn” she said.. me and another new girl, smile and acknowledge each other.. we need each others moral support you see, others in the class were a few years old with this technique..

So first breathing exercises pranayaama.. This should be easy a voice in my head says.. ye I agree! Close the left side of your nose and breathe through your right side.. oh alright! Iam upbeat, I close my left side and inhale from the right.. while the teacher is counting.. I don’t stop to wonder why…. 1 – 2 –3 –4-……-11- 12…. Now exhale….. she drawled…!! Iam stumped!! I should exhale now?!! That means I should have held my breath until now? God I was happily breathing until then probably more than 15 times even.. slightly embarrassed but glad that nobody can know that I goofed, I pretended I was following the instructions it to the tee.. Sigh!!! Even breathing exercise is soo tough! :(

After some easy lifting hands kinda yoga which I did it easily, thanks to my lovely hands, dahlings they didn’t give me any problem, we moved on to the asana’s which needed the legs.. Hold ur left leg with your left hand…aaah left good I decided..though I write with my right hand, iam basically a lodde(leftie)…I looked over to that new girl who joined along with me, she couldn’t reach her own leg!! While I could easily hold my leg with my hand! Feeling triumphant and looking positively euphoric n proud of myself, i waited for the next instruction.. now touch your toes to your head!! What????my toes are minimum one kilometer from my forehead, how the hell was I going to touch them , horrified I stared around!! Almost everybody were able to do… I looked to the new girl, she was still struggling to grab her toes.. she looked sheepishly at me and grinned.. I gave the “ I understand what u r going through exactly “ look to her and grinned back … sheesh, my left leg had betrayed me!!..i tried to pull it..”stop you moron, what the hell you think you are doing? Are your trying to break me?” screamed my leg! No not break just bend I told.. you leave me alone!! My leg screamed back!!… Sigh I did.. My legs don’t listen to me as well as my hands did! ..

Now let us try with the right leg my teacher dragged.. Low on confidence I tried to reach for my right leg toes with hand, I coudnt even reach it this time!! Plz I begged my toes, come closer I pleaded.. they acted as if they dint even know me.. :( “ I was now complimenting the the girl next to me who was also struggling. She gave me a broad grin, I sheepishly returned it!! I gave up and looked around at those people whose legs were being so co-operative!! I was so jealous!!

All… rite.. with this last one, lets conclude the class…. My teacher drawled… Bend your left leg and put it behind your left hip , if u cant just put onto your left side, she said looking at me in particular!!.. same thing with your right leg.. this is called “some complicated name” asanaa… she said… I looked down at my legs.. they looked so much in love lying close to each other.. and to separate them in such a complicated angle ?? don’t even think about it they said in unison.. ..

sigh, so me and the other new girl who has been such a sweetheart in sharing my guilt and embarrassment for the day, both of us sat happily on the floor freely, while others twisted and turned their legs doing the "some complicated name" asana ...

You both did great today.. the teacher said.. huh? Is she being sarcastic? She looked genuinely pleased and happy.. hey maybe we did!! …all I need to do now is some coaxing to my so much in love with each other legs, on the way back home… Tommorow we shall be fine!…

2008-01-25T10:58:00.000+05:30

Today in the HINDU newspaper, I came across this photo of a woman clinging on to her 3 ducks and crying. Before handing them over to the authorities for culling in West Bengal which is reeling under the bird flu threat. .. It may seem funny for some, but I was somehow touched.. donno why.. The fact that this woman is shedding a few tears for her pets, shows the kind of attachment she had for them… The birds in the picture seemed to know as well…maybe they would miss her too.. … A human – animal bonding… actually I thought that the birds were somehow lucky.. Here was somebody crying out for them and would be missing them..
Sometimes even humans aren’t that lucky…

:))

2008-01-06T17:56:00.000+05:30

Thats Candy, Jolie and Berry

The "that " chapter of my life

2008-01-06T12:30:00.000+05:30

Why didn’t u attend the interview? Dr M asked… I,err dint like the office.. I mean the place. I mean it dint feel nice.. I said sheepishly looking down at the floor.. What do u mean? DR M asked bewildered.. I don’t know sir, I said genuinely trying to look apologetic.. he softened down, maybe he thought I would start crying.. hmm that’s alright, sometimes your intuition might be right.. he said, as he walked back into his room.. I hopped back into the lab, with a grin,- phew, convincing Dr M was so much more difficult than my parents! My dad doesn’t even know, and my mom said, fine do as u wish! :D..

OK first the background…Dr M was the head of the biggest dept in this R& D center of a US based bio tech company. and I was working there as a consultant on a particular project.. it was not a permanent job, but the money was good(much better than what a just out of college microbiologist would get) and the exposure was great…and the situation was that the project was coming to an end, and Dr M was worried about the fate of the 3 girls working on this project, where would we go? Was his worry.. the recruitment was done by people sitting in St Louis… of course we were worried about it too..so when he came to know about this particular company hiring he made us go there.. 2 of us went D and me..

We went there to take the written test on a Sunday at 8am.. I usually get up at 9 on Sunday’s.. but this day had to go.. hey I had to get a job too alright? My friends all of whom were in the IT sector had started earning big bucks since a year before, when I was still trudging in college!…. so I had to go.. There were around 250 people to write the test.. Most of whom were from TN and kerala.. This test wasn’t announced in any newspaper, it was just a word to word publicity.. some of them had come directly from the station, and bus stand I guess., they had their kit bags n all with them.. we were made to wait outside the building until 10am.. D was nervous, she wanted to get this job.. u see she was from kerala, so she really dint want to go back to her place after this project under Dr M got over, she wanted to stay back in blore…so back to the test- we all registered and a smart looking lady( I have always wondered is it a rule that the HR people be really smartly dressed if not smart?) called the first 150 people to the 4th floor of that building( using stairs) to take up the test… I was bored and confused( iam a typical Gemini) this wasn’t clearly what I wanted to do and certainly not on a Sunday.. but still the number of people wanting this job made me scared, after all I was unemployed too.. so it was an objective test.. with some multiple questions on topics ranging from cell biology, biochemistry, molecular biology, bio informatics and maths( this doesn’t let me go ever!)… I ticked away to glory. I like objective questions, u just tick. Lovely.. test over.. “Thanks guys, we will inform the ones who make it to the interview round, by tomorrow evening.. have a nice day” she beamed, the pretty hr lady.. “hey the belt she was wearing was cute wasn’t it D”? I asked.. she was biting her nails, already worried about her results.. the only good point of that day?- the pizza we had on our way home…

To my horror 30 people make it to the interview. And iam one among them!.. D makes it too.. I don’t want to go.. I tell mom, she says fine.. so next step telling Dr M.. that also accomplished... by the way D doesn’t make it though :(

And over here, project is over, all 3 of us are at crossroads…D goes to trivandrum on another one yr long project . she is kinda happy…S another girl, a darling( more about her sometime) says I need a break and goes away to a place which will make me her fan in yrs to come..

And I am offered a 3 month short term project in the same place in another dept.. Courtesy Dr M’s recommendations…

Then I went on to attend few more interviews. Some I dint get it, some I dint want.. There was one more very very painful time.. I went all the way until the HR round for this particular job in a leading MNC a pharmaceutical company.. I was very very disappointed. If u thought that was bad, listen to this, I get a call from the same company but this time for a different job profile… I was surprised, but I still went heart of hearts extremely happy.. The interview went on great.. They were so happy that I thought they will ask me to join the same day… then one of them who went out for some time came back and as if interrogating a criminal asked me in a serious tone, “have u interviewed here before for another job? I said “yes a month back”. He was like “Why dint u tell us?”..i was taken aback! I said I thought u knew when u called me here! I dint apply once again, u called once again… suddenly the mood was so silent and bitter.. He said, oh alright thanks for coming, u will know in a few days and all stood up as if escorting a criminal out… I was devastated…I remember that day.. I will remember it for the rest of my life..

Back in my 3 month project work was fun but soon it was the time for another one… the exam and interview for the job iam presently in.. I was nervous wreck, I prayed to all gods I could think off.. It was for 4 posts for which 70 thousand people from all over the country had applied.. I wanted it, badly at that.. and all this was in the 3 month short project I was in… I was again sitting in front of Dr M looking very depressed.. I was just back from attending the interview in delhi for this job.. he must have recalled the don’t care attitude girl not so long back!!… I was genuinely in tears this time, I looked up at him, he smiled and said – “ don’t worry, if u wont get it, then who will get?.. Nobody else will”… I swear, this is one compliment I will always cherish my whole life.. I have had innumerable bad comments, failures in life, but this one coming from a man of such high caliber and stature made all the difference, to a girl who was at that point of time had zero self confidence.. Thank you sir… I did get the job :)… it may not be GREAT or the best one around, but I do like it and iam thankful for it…

Things might seem horrible sometimes, confusing sometimes, extremely mean.. but whatever happens,happens for the best, for our best… like I, time and again realize in life and ofcourse as this “hunting for a job” chapter in my life showed me.

2007-12-25T18:46:00.000+05:30

Things are going horribly wrong in life... Professionally, its become tooooo nice and charmless, that i would like some change soon.. personally i need a revamp.. rethinking of where i want to be and what i want... lots of questions, very little answers.. bewildered iam looking at people and their attitude...sometimes we need to get hurt by people closest to us, to learn something absolutely necessary i guess... is it?.... the end of the year is always gloomy for me... time to go back and see how the year was...fret over uncompleted targets, regret various things, wishing that i hadn't behaved the way i did with certain people and in certain situations... of course there are good things to remember also, but this year the bad over shadows the good...
hope and faith are the 2 things which keep us going i guess... so hoping that the new year is better than the current one... and having faith in myself that i will work towards making this new year a better one for me and my family and Friends.. maybe this will be my new year resolution... lets see how long it will take to break this one :D...

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!! :)

scariest flight!

2007-12-05T18:00:00.000+05:30

I haven’t really traveled much by air.. and whatever times i have traveled by flight, has been within India, though it has been in one of the longest routes, the delhi- blore route of 2 and half hrs of flight time... So the other day I was traveling from banglaore to trivandrum by flight... for an audit as a part of my work all alone. Since I wasn’t paying for it and was on a official tour, i was quite upbeat!.. I was taking a morning flight of "blah blah" airlines (wont disclose the name) to trivandrum, no wait thiruvananthapuram.. The flight was delayed by over an hour. No probs.. A mallu dude, 1 yr three month old irfan was keeping us entertained!!... With his deafening screams and running from one end to another end with his dad on tow was hilarious!.. He was one handful.. Chubby to the extent of resembling a football and wearing more gold than i have ever worn in my entire life, he was a delight! mmmuuaah! :)... Oh well! blore - cochin flight is announced, i said bye to irfan and started to wonder how his parents are going to hold on to him inside the plane .. hmm my wait continued...

Calling all passengers traveling by "blah blah" airlines to trivandrum- hey that’s me!! Glad, i grabbed my bags and rushed to the entrance-2 as announced... only around 10 people were there, cool I am first! i thought as the line moved fast... ok i get into the bus, and it starts moving.. it goes on and on, and i start wondering ok, the driver has forgotten where our blah blah airlines plane is parked... i look left and right, i can see all planes of different airlines, but not ours... to my confusion the bus stops and all the passengers begin to disembark.. I do to, after the grumpy old aunty with a real poky bag said "eggsguse me"!!... Now what? Where is this plane?? I look here and there in complete bewilderment... excuse madam this way, a smartly dressed pilot? or steward? told me.. To my horror i saw the plane, which would take me to trivandrum!!! It was a small toy plane model!, not bigger than BMTC's jantti vahana! (our public transport with its 2 buses joined end to end).. WHAT THE!! I wont get in that! no way!! i said that aloud( err, in my mind!) any normal plane atleast the one i have traveled in has an average of 20-25 steps from the ground to its entry. This one had just four!! so literally the plane had no wheels?!! And the wings were abnormally huge for its such a small body! and strangely they were attached to the head, rather than the sides.. It also had 2 very HUGE propeller like things below the wings. Now what are they for? to keep the plane afloat when it hits the sea??? AMMAaaaaaaaaaaaaaa :(((((((((((

Something poked me on my back, i turned.. It was the same old grumpy aunty with her poky bag, prodding me to climb those 4 steps.. i gingerly went in.. and stood at the entrance of the plane dumbstruck! WHAT THE!!!!!!!!!! the plane from inside was not even as big as the BMTC's jantti vahana!. it was just as big as a bus! and this thing is going to fly? and i am going to be in it?! NO WAY.. just as i was making my mind on how to run away, the grumpy old aunty with her poky bag probably had enough of me.. she gave me a huge push and I was, I swear literally thrown off my feet.. if I hadn’t got the grip i would have landed next to the pilots in their cock pit! Yes yes, the cockpit was just a stone throw away! This was the smallest and the most congested cramped for space, flight I had ever seen :(... btw, only the name is blah blah ,its actually a plane belonging to one of India’s leading private airliner...

I realized I had 2 choices. 1. Was to go and find my seat and sit in it or 2. Go next to the pilot and make sure he flies this thing well.. Nope i couldn’t go back and run anywhere as by now i was scared of the grumpy old aunty who was by now hissing behind me... i decided it would be 11F- my seat.. i find it easily of course and plop into it with my bag? bag ye i have to keep it in the over head cabinet.. i try, it doesn’t fit!! Nothing in this plane is big except its oversized propellers which again to my horror i realize was rite outside my window, grinning wickedly at me... as if saying i will keep u afloat when the plane hits the sea!! AMMAaaaaaaaaaaaaa :(((((((( ye i did that, called up my amma and started complaining- amma , this is a very small toy plane, iam scared amma , what to do? sob sob!... the other end all i hear is" take care. don’t talk to strangers and don’t wander alone here and there "!! what the!!!!!!!!! what does she expect me to do? i was going all alone, and not talk at all? to strangers? then how will do my work? I am not going to my cousin's wedding!! MOM's.. i think my mom by hearted the dialogue since the time i started walking.. ok so i hung up, before i get more confused, as to where iam going and how not to talk to strangers in a strange land?....

My bag! yeah i shove it under the front seat.. now no leg space!! seriously the sugama, durgamba buses which fly( on road- they are REALLY fast) from blore to udupi are much more spacious!!... by this time a thin lanky fellow comes and sits next to me... i look at him... sigh, so he is the person who will be with me when this plane hits water?? :(... the propeller out of my window is grinning away...

Take off, no problem.. somehow the one and half hr passes.. and have to mention the baby corn fried fingers which this blah blah airlines served was good!!.... trivandrum approaches... the scenery from out the window is tooo good!:) scores and scores of coconut trees and backwaters and sea at a distance! That’s it!! The buildings and roads were somehow masked by these coconut trees!!... i had just begun to relax when the captain announced.. ladies and gentlemen we will be landing shortly!! i jump up from my seat! Landing? where? all i could see was coconut tree tops and water!! where is he going to land? on the water? Then we swim? i don’t know swimming!!.. The plane started to loose altitude.. i started to panic! (when i panic i usually start mssging someone.. when i get no reaction or reply for my panicky mssgs, i get angry and the panic is forgotten).... now i cant do that... mobile phones don’t work high up! and have to be switched off anyways).. NO stretch of land in sight... only coconut trees and water!! the propeller is grinning now, it can actually knock off coconuts from the trees..Maybe it will, and maybe they will give us some each to take home to.

Landing is announced!! Where is the land!!???

My panic increased!! Then out of nowhere i spotted the runway!! land! no water or coconut trees!! :D... lower lower lower and BAMMMMMM the plane touched the ground! The scariest landing i have come across ever!! it was like 1000 coconuts breaking next to your ear!! i jumped! So did the guy next to me, Guruvaayoorappan!!!!! shrieked a voice behind me.. i turned, it was the grumpy old aunty with the poky bag!! That’s it, now even she is scared!!! Stop this plane! I am getting out of it right now!!

WHEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!

2007-11-16T23:01:00.000+05:30

That’s how it is when one is swinging!! I love swings!! Those small seats tied to 2 ropes which goes wheeeeeeee back and forth, up and down, have always been my favorite!! I remember all those days of going to cubbon park almost 2 decades back and waiting for my turn to sit on those swings while my dad would push it, and it would go high up in air! Wheeeeee!!! :D I even loved those uncomfortable “ well rope” swings temporarily put up on to a sturdy jack fruit tree back in our village, when all the cousins got together during summer holidays! I used to love it when it used to go high up in air and I would stretch one of my hand ( one hand firmly holding the rope ofcourse) to touch the tree top and the sky!… apart from the pushing and jostling the innumerable kids to use the swing first and for a longer duration! Yes of course, those ropes did hurt, so I have voluntarily given up many times to the next cousin in the Que!

Years passed, I grew up, err a bit too big for a swing :( at 5 feet 7 inches and quite a bit of extra pounds(i am not divulging my weight here! Snort!!) swing’s aren’t for me anymore!.. damn them! Who asked them to make swings only for kids??!!.. those brats don’t swing anymore do they!! They watch TV or play “games” on the comp, or more hip hop ones learn judo and learn to play tennis!! Those days of playing ice pice, kuntabille, lagori, are long over! So one of my favourite things was crushed and forgotten…

forgotten not completely.. I used to be reminded of them when I saw them on TV.. u know these Punjabi women going wheeeeee on swings on oh so beautiful locales next to their sarson ka kheth especially during baishaki.. geeee “ adult” swings!!( no pun intended!!) now now where can I get hold of one of these?? I did I did!! At the end of the rock garden in Chandigarh, there are huge swings around 20-30 of them!! All of them long and very securely fastened to huge stone boulders!( safe very safe) and unlike elsewhere is not accompanied by signs” kids only”!!! anybody and everybody irrespective of sex,age,height,weight,Punjabi or otherwise,baishaki or otherwise can use it!!! recently when I was there for the 2nd time I went wheeeeeeeee to my hearts content!! :D I got down only when I started seeing the people on the ground flying in the sky and trees lying flat on the ground- ie when I started feeling giddy I stopped!!.. I got down and walked towards my mom with silliest , happiest grin on my face… one look at me she said "goobe(owl)u will puke now"! I felt so too!! I had gone wheeeeee!!!! For more than an hour!! Luckily I didn’t!! and I had enough of swinging to last me a few decades!! Thank u rock garden!!

“marley & me” and ME

2007-10-21T13:11:00.000+05:30

when I asked my best friend to bring me a good book to read as I was feeling a bit low lately, I was not very serious. But she promised me she would get me a “make u feel good” book. True to her word she did. So the following week when we met she handed over to me this book “marley & me”. I looked at it with not so much of interest. A book about a dog? Oh! well ok… she had a dog of her own, so she would like it but me? I have an aversion to animals.. no I don’t hate them, but I don’t like them either.. except for baby animals.. I like them but from a distance.. be it baby dogs, baby elephants, baby cows or even baby cockroaches( yes I have never killed a baby cockroach with the broom.. I leave them to scamper away).. My closest encounter with a puppy was when I was 6. I walked in to a neighbour’s house and had encountered their new “just got from store” puppy lunging at me with the delight of a long lost friend! I had let out a scream so loud and had run so fast , that my “embarrassed” mother dint speak to me for 2 whole days…
so hmm a book abt a dog?.. I dint read it rite away.. stalled for sometime.. and when again I entered into my "feeling very low" phase this weekend, I finally picked it up.. the book is easily one of the best books I have read until now... maybe its not intellectually classy or booker winner kind of a book.. but to make a reader, even a non animal lover feel good? Oh! It does! Makes u feel great!!.. connects u with the raw emotion deep inside u.. and I did learn quite a few things from marley… just don’t care if u aren’t perfect, love people even if they don’t love u back.. live life to the fullest and be happy... :)

and one day I will own a Labrador.. just wont let it drool over my face,that’s it!
And mission accomplished, the book which was intended to make me feel better, did just that… :)

why?

2007-10-08T18:56:00.000+05:30

Saw an eccentric neighbour who has 2 kids of his own, the second one being less than a month old, shout at his maid's 1 yr old daughter so very badly... the baby was choking in its tears... rest of the neighbours were also watching but nobody intervened... why would they? she was a maid's daughter... i dint too.. not coz she was a maid's daughter, maybe coz i dint have enough guts....one day i will... and yes, i hope that man rots in hell.

Holy dung!

2007-10-07T11:20:00.000+05:30

This incident happened on my way back from the bus stop the other day.its usually around 15 Min's walk from the stop to my home.each day there are interesting incidents to be witnessed or interesting people to observe.. the other day i saw a bunch of kids playing on the road.a small kid aged around 4 had a worried look on her face.. i looked down at where she was staring. her leg was in the cattle dung in the middle of the road.. poor little thing i thought.. she looked at her elder sister all of 7 for help.. the elder one in order to cheer her up said, "its ok, adhu devaru!"(in Kannada - ITS GOD) i suppressed a smile, and walked on.. the road is a steep one so takes time, that's how i got to witness this whole thing mind you, not coz iam a slow lethargic walker!.. i had passed these girls, when i heard the worried tone of the younger one-" then its wrong to touch god by foot na akka?(elder sister)"! alarmed i turned back, half expecting the kid to touch the dung by hand or worse forehead and ask for forgiveness!... even at seven the elder one was a seasoned girl, who knew where to draw the line between the customs and traditions AND hygiene.. she dragged the younger one to the nearby tap and said, illa its ok, come on wash it off now, we have to finish the play and go do homework...

PS-its just between me , the 2 little girls and the dung on the road.. and in NO way to hurt any body's religious sentiments..

PPS- my second post is about dung?!

patience is not my virtue.

2007-10-03T19:28:00.000+05:30

realized that one more time ,when i started out creating this blog... select a blog name, address, wait to check its availability, select your name.. baaah! felt like filling out an exam form.. blog's i thought were supposed to be fun. you do what u want...
well initial hitches forgotten, time to be positive and hoping to have a good time here :)

PS- i know for starters only 4 people will read this blog because i will force them to.... but will try my best to make it interesting...