It was a Season!!

I used to blog crazily, writing many stories and less of any kind of blogs. And then everything stopped.

I used to read regularly, books that i had mentioned of. And that too stopped. Ironically after I purchased the book that i much longed for.

What happened? Good question, for which i am left wondering for an answer. Guess Big Boss 4 kept me occupied. But there was something that had caught my fancy and kept me hooked all through right from October.

Don't wonder too much, it is my brand new IPOD.

Yeah!!! i celebrated seeing that magnificent piece of technology once i got it out of the gift wrap. It was a birthday present from the sister. Though not very IT savy, i just loved such stuff and was just too happy to be the proud owner of one.

The ipod kept me busy in many ways. Not just with me meddling with it, but also struggling with it. We never read manuals, do we? Well i didn't and slowly explored the gizmo in my hand. Putting together the songs on the play list was one task and once achieved had fun all throughout. Then came the headache, VIDEOS.

The idea of seeing a movie on the go was so high, that i desperately wanted to see them on my ipod. But try as i might it just wouldn't recognise videos. After so many googles i managed to solve the problem and successfuly watched a film.

But all this sweetness was short lived. It was an iOS update that i got a prompt for. I immediately okay-ed it. The downloading hours were long and finally it was done. But now it was Updating time.Updating and Restoring my IPOD. Update was successful and what about Restore?That was the villian in my story. My ipod went dead.

I struggled to set it right and read all the MANUALS too. Finally i decided to get help, from their customer support line.

I had recently seen a funny call centre video and i almost cracked up laughing when a "Harold" answered my call. It was an american accent with an Indian touch. As a voice kept laughing inside my head, the dead ipod brought back sanity. Finally after explaining all that i had done to him, he gave me the solution. "Dump your laptop and try using a desktop"

Well it did work (an 8hour mission) and now my ipod is hale and healthy. As i listen to songs on it everyday, or play games or read my e-books, i only wonder and dread about the next iOS update and how i would live through another such harrowing experience.

The Walls of This House...

Sindu liked doing things on her own and had always asked for help only as a last resort. With that resolve backing her, she could not bring herself to ask help to set right her new home. It had been a quick decision that left no time to catch a breath. A plum offer from the company landed on her doorstep a day after her interview. Swiftly a plan of action of shifting to a new city was made. The head rush in planning all these things in a short time gave her a high that she enjoyed thoroughly. But today while unpacking, she slowly began to realize that fatigue is a big dampener of spirits. As she picked up her phone to call home, she really wished that her mom had been nearby making her hot crisp dosas.

With only half work done, she slumped on the mattress, now unfurled and quickly drifted off to sleep without realizing that all lights were still on. It was close to 4am, she was breathing hard, a strange feeling, it was not a dream but still the uneasiness did not seem to cease, she struggled to break free and open her eyes. When she opened her eyes, it was well past 8o’clock. She figured that she had been too stressed out for a peaceful night. Breakfast at a hotel nearby and the strong coffee prepared her for further unpacking blues.

The house had been easy to find, all she had to do was to dial for a real estate agent (broker) in that area and the lease agreement was ready for signature as soon as she arrived. She had boiled milk as is customary once u enter a new house and shared the same with her neighbours. A neat way of getting to know people around you, she felt. A very chatty neighbor, Prema aunty had filled her in all about the residents in the neighbourhood. The juiciest bit was about the couple who had previously rented her house. It seemed the wife was having an extra-marital affair and the husband had grown suspicious. One fine day the lady eloped with her lover and the husband vacated the house immediately to get over the humiliation.

Strange, she felt, as she walked through her house. She pictured the woman lovingly sending off her husband to work and then immediately getting ready for her clandestine lover. The walls seemed to know so much and still remain so quiet, something that Prema aunty would never do.

That night the strange feeling returned, this time she felt trapped behind the walls. Staying at home all day was taking its toll, she thought. She stepped out for her shopping and after complete shopping exhaustion she returned back home. Unpacking was nearly done and what remained was to put away her books. It was to be in a cupboard, the only piece of furniture left behind by the previous tenants. As she started cleaning the wooden furniture a brown dossier caught her eye. In the bottom draw, hidden away like a secret document, the file lay abandoned. Very genuinely she opened it up to know if she could trace the owner, but then some pictures fell down from them.

The young lady in the picture was talking to someone, the background a busy traffic scene. The next picture was similar, she was in a car and seated next to her was a man and the next was of her dining at some restaurant. She suddenly got a sense of what was coming ahead and despite being invasive of someone’s privacy she looked into the sheets of paper it held. As she had guessed it was a detective agency’s report on the ‘Cheating wife’. It turned out that there seemed to be nothing to indicate that an affair was on, the lady had genuinely met people during normal course of her work and none of them seemed to constitute what one would call as an affair. The clandestine lover did not exist.

This night was destined for dreams, dreams about the woman whose husband suspected her. The discomfort returned as her dream continued in which the husband and wife were arguing. He was waving the brown file at her and screaming something that she couldn’t understand clearly. Suddenly he was dressed like superman and held the wooden cupboard above his head and looked at her with angry, demented eyes.

A new day had dawned and she had to visit her HR that day. She had abandoned the book-shelving operation earlier and resumed to do that in the time that remained at hand. The dream replayed itself in her mind and the sight of the airborne cupboard gave her a shiver. It was something she had to try now, whether she could lift it up or atleast make it move an inch. It was going to be a test of her might and after much pushing and nudging the stubborn cupboard finally gave way. But what it revealed startled her, a hidden door.

The ambulance siren was louder than the police van’s. The mystery door had prompted her call for help. As all the people crowded her doorway, Prema aunty rushed over with excitement written all over her face. She froze still as she saw the panicked look on Sindu’s face and the nearly lifeless body on the stretcher. A young woman, starved and dehydrated, discovered barely alive in the room behind the door.

The entire story emerged, the over suspicious husband, not convinced even by the detective’s report, plotted a punishment for his wife. One fine day, he tied her up and shut her in the little store room and blocked the door with his favourite furniture and made away saying that she had eloped.

As the dust settled on the day, Sindhu could only wonder how it had all come to be. She had held the hand of the figure she had discovered and felt a knowing grip, she felt as if the lady had whispered “thank you” into her ears. She tried to figure out her strange dreams and lay wondering how she rightly moved the cupboard and managed to rescue a woman abandoned there for almost 3weeks.

That night she dreamt of herself lying asleep. She saw the cupboard, the hidden door and then the woman behind it. Her lips were moving like she was chanting something. She could hear the words now "Help me". Suddenly her sleeping figure started dreaming and the strange uneasiness set in to her again. But this time it felt distant and unconnected, like it was happening only in the dream.

After a restless night she knew she had to visit the woman at the hospital for some consolation. Standing close to the bed, she held the frail hand and just watched. The fingers closed around her hand slowly and the woman opened her eyes. She expected her to say something and maybe clear all her doubts. Just then the woman, with a frail smile, said to her “I knew you would find me”.

Zoro and Moro....

Moro: Hey Zoro what r u doing??
Zoro: Finding out which is East.

M: what for?
Z: need to face east for combing my hair dude!

M: Right!! but why??
Z: Source of Light

M: what abt that tube light there????


M: So where are you going?
Z; C'mon u know u shudn't ask that when i am going out.

M: Hey are u little red riding hood and me a wolf???


M: Aaaaachooo!!!
Z: Shit man... did u do that on purpose? I cant leave now without a drink of water!!

M: Hey I am one who sneezed...and i need some water cos my heart stopped for a split second.

a little while later

M: Hey Zoro u back so fast..what happened??
Z: totally jinxed day dude... a black cat crossed my path..

M: So????
Z: had to turn back home...

M: Zoro what would you do if a black panther had crossed your path??
Z: Run back home as fast as possible.

M: Right so you sure it was only a cat and not a panther?

He is called ME...

I am no elder, but i am no younger. Recently i met a nephew of mine and being a 6 year old he was being typical of his age.

I was meeting him for the first time, at least after he has grown up and because of lack of familiarity he was shy to talk. But that apart the attention and respect he displayed that day was exemplary.

With pun intended i have to say, he Prostrated in front of the TV and was all ears and eyes to the Computer games he was playing.

But he was a cute one at it, and I have no complaints. But just felt i had to joke about it some place and just make note of the priorities when you are a kid. Even I was like that.

Oh ya, I was treated to a very warm hug and a very sweet "Thank you very much" at the end of the day. That sealed the deal fair and square.

And yes according to him, his teacher calls him ME. And he was just kidding.

The Garfield Way!!!

More on Italian cuisine...

The style of cooking on which i have no clue about. Ans here we head to a new restaurant in Jayanagar, Bangalore that serves Indian and Italian delicacies. I decided to try Italian once again but the menu made my head spin.

I had no idea what the difference was between macaroni and pasta and why is spaghetti not called noodles. So I ask for a suggestion and the name Lasagna pops up.

For all those who have read Garfield, Lasagna is his staple food and that bit of familiarity helped me make my choice. Layers of lasagna filled with vegetables in between.

In the meanwhile the Indian food had been delivered. It was yummy too, i tasted the curries actually. And with the long wait coming to an end, the Lasagna was served. The waiter asked "Do you want me to cut it?" and half confused and half surprised i asked him to do so. Cause when you don't know, you let the other person lead.

So i got down to it with my fork. It was delicious. Layers of Lasagna with vegetables in between. Chili flakes, Cheese and lots of cheese. And the best of all, BROCCOLI.

I have heard a lot about broccoli, on TV of course, and i lived to realise the true horror of it. The strong taste it has nearly knocked me off. Surely eating broccoli is a punishment for kids world over.

It was supposed to be a meal for one, but then the heavy cheese made me full even when i was not even past half the piece served. It tasted very good, but then it was too much for me. Finally i gave up and put down my cutlery, defeated and tired.

The next morning i had a hangover of sorts, cause i was sleepier than usual.

In the end I still would recommend Lasagna for all. But just be sure to ensure that some 2-3 of you are hogging at it and that you can handle broccoli.

Oh by the way the restaurant is JALPAAN.

A Lethal Drop...

No its not about poison... but this drop is even worse... its the verb... drop... Drop of the phone....

so here i am... a typical mobile user... who sometimes suffers from the butter fingers syndrome... that means.. everything slips out of your hands... that includes your precious cell phone....

my previous phone had taken the beating pretty bad... it had fallen from my hands on various occasions... yet it bore on patiently..... i had dropped at least once each month for the 28 odd months that i had used it....

it soon showed signs of the damage when it failed to recognise the SIM card for an entire day... then one day the back light failed.. but on both occasions it returned to normal without any intervention...

the lethal drop happened... few weeks back... i dropped it when getting out of the auto.... and it was gone forever.... chivalry no longer exists... the auto driver was quicker than me in realising that i had left my phone in the auto....

why this post now? that incident was two weeks old... shopping was the best healer of the wound and i immediately shopped for the next phone i would use....

this post comes now... for yesterday.. was the first time i dropped my new phone.... unlike one time where my previous phone slipped out even the sim card... i only managed to get the phone into 3 parts.... luckily no permanent damage...

i hope i don't carry on with the trend of dropping the phone that often... the dread of losing it in an auto still exists... for now i am enjoying my time with it...

long live mobile phones and prayers that i don't lose it....

Baby in the cradle..

It was her first pregnancy. And looking at her face it was obvious that it had been a mistake. The face of a 17 year old but pregnant and single. A failed love affair which had left her with a broken heart and a baby in the way.

The pregnancy had reached point of no return before she had the guts to tell her parents and that left her with the little choice in life. The solution they sought was simple. Move away to a foreign country to avoid the shame, wait for the delivery and give away the baby soon after. Life would never be the same. But then someone would adopt the child and their daughter can move on and she can live a life that her society would approve of. The chapter was closed.

Savithri held her latest pregnancy test in her hand. The look on her face said it all; it was negative, once again. Married for 7 years, they had postponed children for the first 2, and ever since regretted the decision. The last 5 years had been a painful ordeal, trying to conceive. She had been healthy all her life and even the doctor felt so. But her uterus was a little weak after the 3 miscarriages she had suffered. And ever since, anxious to have a child, every effort had been made.

Temples, medicines and advice from elders came in the hundreds. The anxiety was the villain the doctor opined. But then nothing would cure her of that. Vikram, her husband, supportive and understanding, bore on. He did certainly want a child of his own, they loved each other and it seemed perfect to have a child that would bear witness to their commitment to one another.

The decision was not easy, but was finally made, adopt a child. Vikram's uncle had suggested it. Her friends thought it was a good idea, her family felt otherwise, her husband wanted time to think. They thought of all the reasons they could not have one of their own. Present day and science had all the solutions, but they didn't appeal to her as the right thing to do. The rationale was simple, "Lets give a child a loving home". That helped her make up her mind.

The procedure was long, they had to register with only one children's home, multi-registration was not allowed. For a new-born baby they'd have to wait and it may take over a year, a waiting list would now include their name also. The income criterion was not a problem, as Vikram enjoyed a successful career and Savithri herself was making good money as a computer instructor at a nearby IT institute. Another requirement was for a minimum 5 year long, childless marriage. That was easily accomplished as it was the very reason that had brought them there.

The waiting began.

The young 17-year old, just celebrated her 18th birthday. It was not a very happy celebration as she was due for delivery in another couple of months. Something had changed in her. Repenting the folly of her thoughtless act and wondering about what lay ahead of her, wondering whether what she was going to do was right.

Her parents had been supportive, lucky girl. But they wore the scars of heartbreak and shame. Life as she had known had turned upside down. Her new school was good. People did not ostracise her nor did they stare at her. Her student counselor had ensured that she did not feel left out. Life was looking brighter than ever.

The cramps had started. The baby was not yet due and with a few weeks left, she had taken the chance to picnic with her new friends. It was shocking, not like any pain she had felt before. Her friends panicked but soon gathered nerves and called for an ambulance. The next few hours were the fastest, the speeding ambulance, the rush to the operation theatre, the decision for a C-section and the crying baby.

Savithri had been waiting for a call. The waiting list had been long and she had hoped that a baby boom would shorten her wait and end her anxiety. Her routine had changed; the doom and desperation she had felt had also vanished. Though at times she pondered about her fate, the thought of a baby cheered her up. After all, the idea of giving a good life to a child appealed to her as the right thing to do. And a child would giving meaning and purpose to her life. A mutually beneficial arrangement.

Neetha was recovering from her anesthesia. Her hands immediately traced her flat stomach and scanned the bed for the baby. When she opened her eyes, it was her mother looking down at her with concern. The baby was in the incubator as it was 3 weeks premature and underweight. It was a boy.

The next few days she spent on her bed being told that the child was still in critical care and cannot be disturbed. She yearned to see her new born, but the tubes and monitors she was herself attached to, refrained her from doing so. It was only after a few more days that she realised what had happened.

The phone call that came stirred up the anxieties in her. It was from the children's home. A child was available for adoption, a one year old infant girl. Cold feet was something Savithri had not even felt on her wedding day, but today she experienced the icy chills running down her spine. The idea of adopting a child and the hustle and bustle associated with it had kept her in high spirits all this while. But with the d'day staring at her, second thoughts felt unavoidable.

Vikram was driving rather slow, and that gave more mileage to her thoughts. The preoccupation was something that cannot be missed easily. She wanted to turn back and head home, adoption was out of her league, she was just a regular lady, and she cannot love another's child as her own. But by the time she could talk Vikram to make the u-turn; they were already inside the children's home.

The administrator had worn a skeptical look the whole time; last minute change of mind was not unusual. Despite wanting the children to get adopted, they wanted to also ensure that the children reach the right homes. In-decisive parents would only hamper the child's progress. The year long wait also served as a test for the parents.

Savithri held the picture of the toddler in her hand, the bright eyes and rosy lips and cherubic face would appeal to anyone. Her hands trembled as she passed it on to Vikram, the turmoil in her mind could be easily read by him. He had secretly visited the sleeping child the previous day. The decision from his side had already been made.

The baby was gone; her parents had given it away while she was still unconscious. The anger she felt coupled with her helplessness allowed her to react only with an angst filled scream. Her world crumbled, she had been denied even the joy of seeing the face of her dear one. Life had been unfair to her and had been mean too. She lunged at her parents and wanted to tear them apart. Her weak body wouldn't co-operate and she fell on the floor in a huddle.

The crying of the child woke her up, it was right beside her. It had been a dream, her baby boy lay screaming beside her. A normal child, kicking and wailing while he waited for his mother to wake from her anesthesia. Her fears had become monsters in her imagination. Her parents stood beside her bed as she stirred up, they had been waiting by her side all the while. The tears didn't need any prompting to form; she was filled with some remorse for doubting them and joy at the sound of the child.

They were now a family of four. Neetha had decided to keep the baby; she would live up to the challenge of being a single mother. She could not punish the child for her mistakes. As she left for college, her parents waved goodbye holding their grandson in their hands. He was now the joy of all their lives. A happy ending to a bitter experience.

Savithri was busier than ever, the cradle had been decorated and all the guests had arrived. It was merely for fulfillment of her whim that she wanted to put the toddler in the cradle. Even at just one, Ananya was a handful and putting her in a cradle and keeping her there for a few minutes was a mammoth task. The initial few days with her had been difficult, but as the days wore by she accepted the two new people as her parents. Ananya, unique as she was, completed the puzzle to a home and the happy family celebrated her arrival in the company of all friends and relatives. The cheers and laughter rang through the walls of their home, their hearts now filled with joy. Savithri was beaming joyously as she held Ananya in her arms.

A Dark Dream..

Waking up is something normal. But not for me. I woke up from a coma they said. I remembered nothing.

"Anita you will have to stop being so silent. I know that this has been a very traumatic experience for you and that it all feels so unfair. Are you listening to me? Why are you so keen on wasting your second chance." Dr. Rekha was my therapist. Ever since i woke from my coma, she had been counselling me. The depression that set on me after realising that i had lost all memories, drove me insane. It was only through her that sanity was restored. "Anita", she went on,"listen dear, life is lying ahead of you, you have such loving parents and a caring husband. Atleast for them you will have to move on. Old memories are great. But life is full of new ones. Get out there and start living. Start creating new memories for yourself. Don't waste this second chance. Do you know how lucky you are?"

There was a lot of truth in what she had said. It was extremely painful to be unable to recognise your loved ones. My parents had broken down when they saw that i could not recognise them. My husband was more strong at heart and reacted in a more matter of fact way. I had fallen from the stair case at home and hurt my head. I had remained unconscious ever since only to wake up after two months with a clean slate for a brain. It wasn't entirely clean though. I remembered my languages, sights, sounds, whatever was required for normal life. Except the most important thing, all memories of the people i Love.

The house seemed so strange and new despite all the photos i had seen of it. Sanjay had taken all steps to ensure that i would not be surprised by anything or anyone. It was a crash course of who is who in the family. No memories does not mean that the people i forgot are out of my life also. Nothing had changed, except for me.

He was my husband, but i couldn't feel it. But yet we shared the same bed, for i did not want to burden others for my fault. It was my carelessness that i tripped off and rolled down the stairs. Everyone had suffered enough and i wanted to be the Anita that they all knew and loved. Tyring to be myself without even knowing who i was. The thought haunted me.

After spending almost a week with me at home, Sanjay finally left for work. I was home alone, not frightened but thrilled. I could finally explore the house that i had lived in and maybe find something about myself in turn. All i heard so far was that I was a sweet person, always helping and forgiving and liked to be quiet and enjoyed being at home. A wonderful cook and a perfect wife. I still felt that wasn't the answer i wanted. More than the roles i played and how i played them, i wanted to know how i thought and felt about the things i felt. And that's when i started searching myself.

The kitchen was the first fort, i scanned and scourged and ended up tidying the place. Apart from finding money hidden away in cookie jars, i could find nothing. The living room and bedroom too yielded nothing. I had noticed that my wardrobe was neatly stacked, maybe i had a penchant for neatness, as even in this search i couldn't resist cleaning the kitchen.

Finally i reached the attic, the darkest and most neglected place of the house. With a light at one end, i had to use a torch light to rummage through the things there. In contrast to my cleaning abilities, this was a mess. I was now confused. Who was I?

There in the corner i noticed, a small space hidden behind some stacked cardboard boxes. Felt like entering a cave that showed signs that early man once lived there. I had signs that someone had been there before. A reading light lying there stood proof to that. I felt i was edging on something.

Sitting in that corner gave me some peace, a rush of emotions seemed to surge from within. I turned on the reading light. There lay strewn on the floor some doodles and torn bits of papers. Then it caught my eye. Tucked in the corner between the wall and a box was a black book. I knew it was something that belonged to me.

The first few pages were all dreamy, it was me as a 17 year old penning some words on love and friendship. Then there was a break. Then there was a note about first day in college. A few erratic notes on how boring the lectures are and about the bad canteen food and the spicey pani puri that had upset my stomach. Again a break, a leap in time. It was a note on the grand engagement and how Sanjay was the best man on earth. It was all hunky dory.

But deep inside my heart was troubled. A bad feeling about reading the book kept devouring me. Suddenly i realised that it was late, time to stop reading and get moving. Instinctively i put the book back to that same corner and re-traced my steps back, leaving no clue as to where the sanctuary existed. For a strange reason i felt that it had to remain a secret.

That night at dinner he noticed the change in my face. I had to explain that I was trying to remember things. He took my hands in his, looked into my eyes and said in a soothing voice, "You don't have to be so hard on yourself. The past is past. Lets make a new start. Stop trying to remember." That is where i noticed. His voice was soothing but his eyes looked mean. I didn't know what to think of it and resorted to small talk till dinner got over. That night he held me tight in his arms till i slept off.

The next day was a frantic rush, a rush to be alone and be able to read through the pages of my journal. It was sweet, it was a poem that Sanjay had written for me while on our honeymoon. It was stuck to my journal for it was love. Some entries were scored out and some incomplete, they were the usual stuff of how the day went and how speaking to an old friend had been fun. Then i noticed the change. My handwriting had changed and so also the nature of things i wrote and then the page had a few wrinkly spots. It was dried tears.

I was shocked, what i read i could not believe. He has been the sweetest and most supportive husband and yet my journal said that he was a monster. As i read on, it became evident that i was fooled once again by his demeanor. The guy was just faking it, being nice and sweet to hide the viciousness he hid inside.

"Jan 15, 2010. Today Sanjay slapped me for no reason at all. He was watching TV and i called him for dinner. The rage in his eyes frightened me. This is not the man i married. He has changed so much. Every day the torment increases. I don't know why i am unable to stand up to him. I hope this ends soon. But why is he so violent. Mom and dad will be very upset if they know this. But how long do i go on so? I don't know what to do. I am scared. He is scary."

It was now very confusing. Why had i been such a coward? Why did i not stand up to him? The pieces started falling into place. Maybe i didn't fall accidentally off the stairs, maybe i was pushed. Had i been bolder this day would never have come. I could have had all my memories and my life back. Not like this, with no memory of a past, with no identity.

"Mar 23, 2010. I have had enough. I can't take his slurs and insults anymore. I am a good girl. I deserve a life better than this. I am leaving him. I have decided. I am going to MY HOME tomorrow. Goodbye Sanjay. Hope the devil takes you. I hate you. Rot in hell."

Guess what, Mar 24 i was admitted into the hospital, unconscious. Piecing the puzzle together was not difficult. Surely he was there when i fell down. He sure was capable of it.

Maybe i was a coward then to stand up to him. But then today i was a stronger woman and I had no intention of wasting my second chance. I had made up my mind. There was no looking back and no postponing. It was time to put an end.

It was not difficult to locate the nearest police station. The journal did all the talking. The rage in his eyes was evident when he was being taken away by the police. I had nothing to say to him. All i could say was "Rest in Peace Anita".

Super hero...

I wanted to be a superhero....as a child.. but realised that there are few requirements to be fulfilled....

1. Must love tights.... i mean from almost head to toe u will be covered in something tight... and u must learn to be comfortable with that...

2. Have flashy underwear..if u have to wear it outside it better be good...

3. Have a hot-bod.... seriously.. if u have to strut around in tights you'd better have a six-pack abs / good curves...

4. Secret boring identity... u have to have a boring name and a boring job.. and seem like a coward... that's the best way to hide away all your super powers...aka be a regular guy/gal....

5. Super fast changing ability.. step into ally and step out in different clothes.. step into phone booth and step out in your costume... etc etc.. u should be able to change clothes in the blink of an eye... least anyone catch u whilst changing..

6. Locomotion... pertains to means of transport and not anything else regarding digestion excretion... ability to fly most preferred.. u can avoid traffic... tele-porting is even better as u can save lots of time... but if u have a Bat-mobile kinds... ensure it can fly too... it's even better if it can convert into a boat...

7. Invisibility.. its a cool power to possess... other preferable cool powers are Super-strength.. super-hearing.. super-sight.. super-speed.. laser-eyes.. fire body... but i wouldn't prefer fire much... u can burn anything.. and if all your clothes are not fire-proof... you are gonna be fined for indecent exposure in public...

8. Super-name.. you need to have the right one... Super-man/woman already taken..Batman/batwoman was a click but then RATman is not a good idea... so are Pig-man and Chicken-man... Postman is another bad choice for superhero.. would work for a boring identity though.. the name should go with who you are... Shakthi-maan was a good choice....

9. Formidable villain.. a bad villain is to a good super hero like thick milk is to good cheese... always have a villain whom you can ultimately overcome... the hero should always be victorious...

10. Side-kick... this is optional... having a side-kick of the opposite-sex / sex you are attracted to.. will only hamper your super-hero work.. avoid company of such people when on a mission...

When all above conditions are satisfied... a Superhero / heroine is born....

Its a true copy..

Yes its true... a movie and director that i was going crazy for and ranting about... has turned out to be a copy...

worse still is the fact that the director did not give any credit to the original...

i was so appalled knowing this as i was a big fan of his movies.. i have seen each one of them and have loved them all....

though the movie is his baby... he should have given credit to the original...

surely Woody Allen would have been pleased to see his movie Annie Hall in an Indian version... Tamil, Telugu and now even Kannada in the talks...

After all paying a sum for the copyright and giving credit to the original would have been the honest thing to do....

WOW!!!

A week at home with just family and no other work, does wonders to the human spirit. Especially to mine. And an extension of that wonderful time was in the form of a book by Nicholas Sparks. God! he knows how to weave a tale of romance so beautifully with little mush and lots of Feel Good.

And the icing on the cake came yesterday evening.

I couldn't stop reading the book and sat in the auto heading home, reading intently into the fun and awesome date Logan and Beth are at. With the evening sky still above my head and wonderful love songs playing into my ears, i was enjoying every bit of it.

And suddenly, from nowhere, with no warning, it started drizzling. WOW was the word. My heart, the heart of a true romantic, literally did somersaults. The drizzled turned into a cool rain and i would have been the only person at that time really enjoying it all.

Being sprayed with the rain water, i sat cosily in my auto and kept noting that many had taken shelter from the pitter-patter.

I sure would have loved to have gotten drenched in that evening shower.

Once again WOW!! A beautiful gift from Heaven Above!!!

MAY I??

Month of may has begun. YEAH!!! But thats not my exact expression. Cause its summer, its sticky and sweaty and most of all a dear one is going overseas, permanently.

Given the fact that i am in chennai for a whole week, it puts my schedule on Cram Everything You Can mode. Not that i am a VIP, but then there are so many places to be and people to meet and everyone is important.

It is a holiday break for me, where i keep traveling around non-stop. But also binge on home food and tire myself by chatting and eating and sleeping.

Till some years ago May was meant for Exams. But now its pure pleasure. You can't have everything on the same platter, so i will have to tolerate the Sun and enjoy the best of things.

Oh yeah, if you are wondering what this is all about, the heading was supposed to read MAY I bother you with some nonsense

Give respect take respect..

Mariyadhaiya un kazhuthula irukura nagai ellam kazhatee kudu

thats the dialogue mouthed by most vazhi-pari kolllai karangal in our tamil movies.

so much respect even when robbing a person of everything they own. such scenes are now passe but then it happens in my life even now. Not exactly in the form of robbers. But then in the form of a TERROR who is beyond description.

It always starts as a gentle request "thaango" and soon reaches mammoth proportions "THAAAAAAANNNNGOOOO". The decibel level cannot be easily measured but is a sure shot method of extracting the desired results from the persons it is being targeted at.

On similar lines we also have "WAAANGOO" and also many a times "VEEEENNNDAAAM" when it comes to food.

With so much of mariyadhai running abound, one can not easily refuse the requests of this demanding yet cute 2 year old. As long as the request doesn't require one to stand upside down or bring the moon to her bedside, placating her needs is a little amusing.

The best mariyadhai i received so far was POOONGOOO i.e. Get Out...

Finding her!!!

Blink and miss. He saw her now and the next minute she was gone. It was in a restaurant, at the wash basin. Her face on the mirror. He had never seen eyes like those, her face so luminous, the lips that he could picture uttering sweet words. He looked around, looked over the entire place, but could never see her again.

His nights were now filled with dreams. He could feel her, laughing and talking to her friends, her laughter ringing in his ears. He woke up suddenly, he had to see her again. He decided that he will find her. With no name and with only a barely had glimpse of her face, he set out to the very restaurant he had first seen her. He ordered a coffee and waited. He ordered lunch and waited. After two long days of waiting for her, he realised that she may not come there again.

That night, he dreamed again. He could hear her voice, he heard her planning for going to a coffee shop with her friends, even discussing the red tee she is going to wear. He woke up startled. The dreams were so vivid. Was he psychic? Would she really visit the coffee that he dreamed about? He had to find out. He figured out a plan. He decided to write her a note, a note to the girl in the red tee, telling that he wanted to be-friend her. A note that contained his number. "I would really like to be friends with you", he had written and added his number below. Nervously hoping that she would respond and not spur him.

He had arranged for a little boy to deliver the note when that girl comes and then waited for her call on his phone. No new messages or calls. He knew it wouldn't be so easy.

His dreams about her increased, and every time he heard her voice. Her laughter filled his mind. He was slowly getting worried cause she was occupying every waking thought of his and he could not concentrate on anything else. Even when asleep he would dream of her. That is when one night, he heard a name. It was her name, he knew it instantly.

He started looking up for her details on the internet, scanning all profiles on all networking sites. Her name was on his lips always. His anxiety grew each time he opened a profile bearing that name, but then on seeing the picture in it he would be left disheartened. He started question hi sanity, how could he believe that the name he heard in his dream could be hers. Before he could raise more questions about how absurd everything was, he hit upon it. It was the profile, the one that he was searching for. It was the very girl. The same luminous face and pretty eyes. The face that eluded him for so long. It was her.

Her mail address was available on her profile. He immediately mailed her and couldn't believe his eyes when she had replied. He decided to mail her often and not rush to meet her. His e-mails to her were promptly replied to, but always remained blank. But just the fact she was reading them, gave him happiness. And finally after a week of mailing, he asked for her number and address. To this also the reply was a blank.

He didn't know where things were going and with every blank mail, that once livened him up, he could feel the dread setting in. Unable to bear the silence, the maddening thoughts, he wanted to be rid of the pain inside. He found a knife and slit his wrists.

The ambulance sirens were roaring loud. The patient was unconscious due to loss of blood. The doctor assured the anxious parents that things will be alright. They realised where it had all gone wrong and could not stop lamenting that they should have known that something was wrong.

It had started when their daughter received an anonymous note from someone who wanted to talk to her. From that day she had complained that she felt like she was being stalked. Her fears came through when the she started receiving mails from that same unknown, professing his love for her. She never knew how he knew so much about her, and that worried her the most. Every night after that was pure nightmare and she could be heard talking in sleep, sometimes laughing and sometimes sad.

In an act of desperation, she had finally slit her wrists.

Suddenly from his trance he awoke. The pain in his wrists was now unbearable. He realised he was in a hospital, surrounded by equipment and blinding lights. He wanted out of his agony and yet he found himself in greater pain now. A nurse near him noticed that he was awake. She immediately rushed to the doctor that the patient was now conscious.

Within minutes the room was filled with anxious faces. Wading through the crowd the doctored moved in. He enquired how he was feeling. But something was not right cause the doctor was using a different name. The name of THAT GIRL.

He protested, saying he was not who they thought he was. Mistaken identity he claimed. Suddenly a lady in the crowd ran towards him, crying and calling him. Again with that girl's name. the pressure was too much for him. He fell unconscious again.

When he woke up the doctor was with him. He was talking to him gently asking him his name. And then he showed him the girl's picture. He recognised her and told the entire story to the doctor.

The doctor was now convinced. He gave him a mirror in his hand and told him that being in the hospital has paled him. Unassumingly he looked in. To his shock, the girl was looking at him. He looked around but couldn't find her. He looked again, afraid of what he might see.

It was her again.

His world started spinning around. He cried out in pain. Something was very wrong.

The doctor calmed him down and gave him a shot in his arm. The medicine worked quickly and he soon drifted off to sleep.

As he lost consciousness he heard the doctor's voice announce, "It's a classic case of Split Personality".

Inspired by the story of Narcissus..

From my life...

little girl to me: "akka u act nicely ka"
me shocked... cos i was just playing the part of a table in a street play....


older girl: "endha kadai'la arisi vaangara??"
me: (innocently) ration kadai'la


classmate in exam hall: Miss she is copying miss....
ME: No miss..i only asked her spelling for banyan...


interviewer: What's your father??
Me: My mother's husband :)

When in Travel with Old Men

Thatha 1 and me in the same bus... he is almost 80... sitting in the midst of women...

thatha: (after talking to all other ladies) where do u work ma? u travel this route regularly??

Me: (had to stop listening to music to reply) i am working in a CA firm... ya i travel daily..

thatha: what have u studied?? and ur husband??

me: i am a CA... so is my husband..he works nearby...

thatha: so u have done ur B.Com? (he doesnt know what is CA)..you have to go home and cook?? (looking out the window) this is Taj hotel... very good...

me:(looking at the over-sized tea stall called Taj hotel).. oh ok!!


Thatha 2 and me...once again in bus...

thatha:(in kannada) which bus stop comes first BDA or petrol bunk?

Me:(again was listening to music)..sorry? i didnt get ur question.
he repeats and i answer explaining that i dont know kannada much.

thatha: what phone is this..

me: sony ericsson

thatha:(taking phone away from my hand) this can record music? this has camera also? how much is it?

me:(slightly shocked by the invasion of privacy) yes..yes..now it costs 4k..

then he spared me conversation and went on with his AAAAwwws (yawns) and aaarrbsss (burps).... and finally moksh for me when he got down...


just 1 question.... why dont they realise that person listening to music is (a) not interested in conversation and (b) cant hear a thing when u talk to them

but on a final note..maybe they are lonely and need someone to talk to...

final opinion is.. if u can take it...sit next to an older person.... if u cannot steer clear...

Eating the Apple Pie....

"Okay now here you go" she said...laying out the cutlery and crockery before little Jenny.. "Do you see the difference between this fork and that?? Can you tell me why??".. without giving her time to respond she continued, "it is for the different foods that you will eat"..pointing to each she started "this is the salad fork.. this dinner fork and this one is the dessert fork.. that knife is the dinner knife and the two spoons are the tea spoon and soup spoon... remember no clanking of the cuttlery.. and no slurping noises...no elbows on the table... and chew with your mouth closed"..

it was her grooming session before the big dinner the British family next door was hosting... Jenny's mom wanted to impress their hosts and show that they too possess enough class and culture and are good enough as anybody else in the upper class neighbourhood they had just moved into...

Jenny's sky blue dress was all ready...her hair was combed into a neat pony and held by a pretty bow...her mom took great care and pride in dressing her up as a proper little girl... she herself was dressed in a Lilac dress running up to half way her toned and waxed legs... it was a formal dinner and she didn't want to look out of place... after all it was looks that mattered most... to look proper and well presented... she didn't spare her husband too, who was now grudgingly stepping into his freshly dry-cleaned black suit...

The hosts, Mr and Mrs Taylor wore a warm smile and pleasant look and welcomed Jenny and her parents... the gathering held around 50 guests... all living next to each other... the dinner was just an excuse for the Taylor's to show off their wealth and the other reason for holding it that day was to announce that they would be moving away shortly... ofcourse to a bigger and better place...far more swanky than at present...

all her ettiquette lessons clashed in her head..but she was mindful that her cutlery didn't clash... she sat quietly and ate what was served to her... the Taylor's had arranged for butler service too... the food was accompanied with fine wine...

Jenny had successfully sailed through the dinner... her mom's approving face smiling down at her stood proof of the fact.... it was now time for the desserts... her most anticipated moment as the dinner had been a boring affair for the little child...

dessert was served... it was apple pie.. topped with cream... a delicacy that anyone would find hard to resist....

she didn't attack her plate... but rather approached it with pure childish excitement.. and in no less that two minutes it had vanished down her throat.... her hand quickly shot up asking for one more....all her etiquette lessons forgotten..

some stared at the little girl...some amused and some appalled... she was simply enjoying her pie... her mother was too embarrassed to react...all she could do was to look into her plate and timidly fork pieces of her pie and nibble at it...

dinner was officially done... all guests thanked the hosts and left... Jenny was quiet as she knew that her mother was not happy... they said their "good byes" to the host who had made their announcement..

as she waked back home.. her mother stayed silent... finally on reaching their doorstep she spoke to her mom... " i am sorry mommy... the pie was so delicious... after all they had invited us for dinner... and dinners are meant for eating... and i only ate what i liked a lot.... sorry for embarassing you"...

Realising the folly she had committed, she looked at the child with remorse showing on her well made up face... she got down on her knees and hugged the child... and gently whispered "I am sorry baby" and kissed the child...

Jenny's dad finally managed to find the keys after fumbling through his wife's purse...he unlocked the door and the happy family walked in to their home sweet home...

Hows it going??

Ever had weird questions posed to you??? the ones that either irritate you or the ones that just tickle u silly to give comical answers....

i have two questions that fall into each of the above category...

Hows it going he would ask... that manager at a client place.... every single time he used to cross our table... and every time i would politely answer that its going fine....

and finally when he asked it for the nth time... i made up my final answer for the n+1th time he was going to repeat it...

the answer???? well with a very sorry looking face and head bend down... nodding it side to side "Very watery Sir"

but alas... he never asked it for n+1th time... and i never got to give him the answer....


and the next big question is HOW DO YOU DO

do i have to elaborate what sort of answers my mind was making up??? better leave that to your imagination....

Love Story..

Arun was late. Late to the railway station. A friend from his hometown was arriving today and he had to pick that guy up. Try as he might, his bike wouldn't transform into a Jet and neither would the sea of locomotives split up if he like Moses would pray and put his bike on top gear...

He had the perfect excuse all figured out. He would simply say that he was lost. But after 5 years in the city no one would believe him if he said that. But then again he had really been lost. Lost in his girl friend's eyes. Corny, as it may sound, it still is not entirely false. He had met her for lunch and just lost track of time.

It had become a habit to turn up late. And this habit had got him in trouble with Sonia, his girlfriend. He promised to meet her for dinner and arrived fifteen minutes late. She was a sucker for punctuality and was very angry with him that she waited for him and marched off the moment he entered the restaurant. It was 3 days efforts of non-stop calling, messaging and apologising that finally won him a lunch today. And he did not want to commit the folly of cutting it short before she said it was time to leave.

The race through traffic finally ended and now he got on foot and started racing towards the platform where the train had arrived. Frantically he scanned through the crowd that thronged the station.

Kumar was coming to the city for the first time. He was a naive small town guy who finally managed to get a job in the big city. Moving to an unknown city had greatly upset him. Not for the fact that he would be away from home, but rather that he would be in a new place with no one he knew. That is when his father reminded him of his schoolmate Arun.

Kumar was a typical timid loner and had not made many friends in school except for Arun. Arun was on the contrary a very outgoing guy and took interest in Kumar, knowing that he was shy and had no friends. He would always stand up for him. That was in school days. And once again now, out of school and college years, Arun took upon himself to help Kumar.

His nervousness on finding no familiar face in the crowd had resulted in huge sweat drops on his forehead. Being a typical worrier, he was now frantically scanning the crowd for the friend who would pick him up. That is when he saw him Arun. With the same solid face, changed yet unchanged since all those years. With those sincere, penetrating eyes, scanning the crowd and searching for his friend, searching for him. His heart now was pounding with joy.

Arun greeted him with a warm hug. It was good to see an old friend after many years. The ride back to his room was filled with stories from days that were long gone. It was a happy reunion and he was feeling very happy to see that Kumar had turned out fine. They spent the whole day talking and finally stepped out for some late dinner and then to a peaceful slumber.

Kumar was enjoying his days in the city. The freedom he enjoyed away from home left him feeling euphoric. For the first time in life he had been out of his father's shadow. His workplace was fine, his work was suited to his tastes and best of all Arun was just great. He was too smart, knowing everything. He had taught him everything about the city, about the pickpockets in the bus and the fleecing auto drivers and even about where to get your cheap pirated stuff.

Sonia was curious. She knew that Arun had a new roommate, but she was curious because he would often talk about him and remark how naive he was. She wanted to meet the guy who was her boyfriend's childhood friend. And so finally a sunday lunch was planned.

Kumar was not informed about the guest. He had slept well the previous night. They had gone for a walk on the Marina and he had really enjoyed the walk that he and Arun had shared. The few moments where they were only the two people walking on the face of earth. He had never been to a beach before and he really loved the splashing of the waves and the cool breeze. But wherever he looked, he found many couples cuddling and cooing. That somehow he didn't enjoy much. This distasteful thought finally woke him up.

It was Sunday and it was laundry day. Arun was already at it, washing his clothes. Kumar sat up in bed and watched his friend toiling away with the clothes. There was a strong feeling growing inside him. A feeling which he did not realise and therefore was easily ignored.

They were getting ready. Sunday used to be cook and eat day. But today Arun had said that they had plans. So he put on his new jeans and the t-shirt he had got based on his buddy's insistence. He preferred to spend the day indoors but then had to go out. It didn't seem to be his best Sunday so far.

Sonia was already there waiting. Arun was late as usual. He knew that he would be treated to an irate face, but knew that since Kumar was with him, she would behave better. And finally they met.

Kumar didn't realise it at once, but then he saw that Arun sat next to her and then he introduced her as his girlfriend. This time the feelings inside Kumar were strong and he noticed that pang of jealousy pit in his stomach. Every minute he sat there was excruciating for him. He realised that Arun was not his, but of Sonia's.

It was his first time alone on the beach, the second ever time he was visiting it. He needed to think about what had happened. He needed to think sitting alone. He could not understand anything, he could not gather why he was jealous of her. Watching the waves, the hours flew. He still had no answer. Thats when he heard Arun's voice. He had come searching for him. That is when he knew. He was in love, in love with Arun.

The days that followed the realisation were the hardest in his life. Seeing Arun's face every day, he got constantly reminded of the fact that his love would always remain one sided and can never consummate. He knew that the time for taking a decision has arrived. A choice had to be made, to stay and suffer or to leave and move on. Atleast Arun would remain his friend. He made up his mind.

Within a month, his employer had offered to depute him in another state. An opportunity that seemed like a blessing in disguise. He packed his bags.

Arun was concerned, how his friend would manage alone outside. But then his mind was made and he only assured him that he had learned enough from his stay with him, to manage by himself outside.

The airport was not very far from where they stayed. Arun insisted on dropping him there and so he refused the company cab. A final ride together he thought. Seated behind the bike, he really wanted to steal a hug, but realised it would be futile and hugged his bag rather. After an eternity, the airport arrived.

A parting hug, a few exchange of 'stay in touch' and 'take care'. His heart was heavy. He knew that he would never see Arun again, he didn't want to betray his feelings and break his friends heart. Hoping that the distance and solitude would mend his heart, he stepped into the airport. Waving one final 'goodbye' he walked off past security.

Arun never realised what was amiss. But felt sad that his defenceless friend had to leave so early. He hoped that he would fare well. His worry lines were deepening when Sonia offered a word of comfort and told him that Kumar will be fine. Praying for his friend he drove back, all the while talking to her and telling her the stories of the poor guy whom he had just sent off. A good guy who was just too shy and timid.

Kumar, looked down from his flight. His maiden journey, a journey into the future, leaving the past behind, leaving his Arun behind. He said a small prayer for Arun, and wished for his good life with Sonia, and then one for himself so that his acing heart would find peace someday. And watched in awe as the clouds covered in orange sunlight spread out across the sky and how far he has come in just a short time. He laid back in his seat and drifted to sleep with this thought lingering on his mind.

When boarding a train...

when boarding a train...

1) check whether u have the ticket..

2) check train timings...

3) check the DATE...

4) check platform, coach, seat, luggage

Have a safe journey....

But when me and my colleagues followed all the steps above.... me missed out one small detail...

- check date and time together in correlation with each other....

why???? u may ask...

that is cos we had asked the travel agent to book the Friday night train.... which leaves at 1am.... and he had booked the Friday 1am train aka Thursday night train...

what happened next??? we checked that the ticket was for Friday(date matched)... saw the time as 1am... and dumbly noted that Friday night we have to catch the train...

catch the train we did.. running and jumping into it and our luggage thrown in after us... the adventure had already begun....

and catch us did the TT do... cos we had an expired ticket in hand...

finally with jus 2k in hand and 4 ticketless travellers... we managed to give a cut to 2 TTs and book general tickets and change compartments in the next big station...

the luxury of 2nd AC was given up so that we cud have some money left atleast for some chai paani the next day...

so be warned and stay alert...some adventures are fun...and the others are called a SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS...

Vinnaithaandi Varuvaaya....

it was a thavam.... not just for the director... but for me too... i waited long to see this movie... and it finally happened nearly after a month n half of its release...


my first intro to the movie was based on its music.... and what to say about it??? AMAZING.... every song grips u and gets u into the feel of the story... without even seeing a single trailer... i could clearly picture every song... the mood of the film..including the kind of visuals that may be included.... and i did rightly figure that Anbil Avan was the climax song.....

not just the movie...but the songs and lyrics were sheer poetry oozing out... LOVE was never portrayed so simply and beautifully.... Aaromale.... when the singer cries out in angst... u cud feel the pain and yet realise that the hero is not angry with his beloved... just feeling helpless....

omana penne... afterall its a malayalee christian.... and wat about the song Vinnaithaandi Varuyvaya????? OMG!!! it is my favourite song from this album.... the picturisation shows the gentle exchange of love between the lovers..so neatly and subtly.... decently... the passion that binds them... the love..

the background score - outstanding... Jessie's been driving me crazy...

i never felt sad that they couldn't get together... the end seemed practical... karthik accepted it.. and decided to be happy that he got to experience TRUE LOVE in his lifetime... Jessie was again being practical in choosing to listen to her parents... it would not be easily acceptable to many lovers... but then thats what she did... and maybe because their love story didn't have the happy ending.. it became an epic.. it conveyed that TRUE LOVE can exist on its own... unselfish and without expectations...

i did have tears in my eyes.. not sad ones... and strangely very happy and peaceful at the end of it...

simbu and trisha have both lived their parts.... finally they have delivered as ACTORS... sinbu has exercised so much restraint on his expressions and fingers... he has finally proven that he is capable of meaningful cinema.... Trisha is now finally an actress and no longer an exhibition doll in movies...

GAUTHAM MENON... has done it again... looking forward to his next... the director with such a unique style and feel good movies... well grounded, plausible stories... characters well defined... music and lyrics chosen aptly for the story.... camera, costumes, lighting... everything done in line with the story and its mood... casting... he has truely laboured to deliver the perfect baby.... CONGRATS!!!

VTV!!!! must have in the film library...

When in Kerala...

When in Kerala.... watch out for one thing.... God's own country has all the beauty and picturesque scenes to offer any tourist... but it also has one minor problem... bandhs...

bandhs are a common phenomenon...and when will one be called upon no one can predict... this particularly puts travellers to the state in a bit of a fix... especially when u have other places to go to... trains or flights to catch to a different location and so on and so forth...

this is stemmed from a trip to kerala my family and I had taken up sometime back... we were on our way to Guruvayoor... we had just reached Ernakulam and had been to Chotanikara... that is when we learnt that the next day it was a bandh... problem was that we had to get to Guruvayoor that night itself...else our return would be jeapordised...

getting out of Chotanikara itself became a task..due to the following day bandh, bus services to Ernakulam were already halted... finally bargained and hoped into a rick to the city.... there another trouble awaited us.... buses to Guruvayoor...

we ended up travelling all night long on a bus to Thrissur and thereon on a bus to Guruvayoor... the entire journey was done standing due to the huge crowd... finally on landing in Guruvayoor we had to search for a place to stay also... because of the bandh all hotels were full....

luckily we were able to find decent lodging and managed to find few hotels in operation...

it was one travel that will not be easily forgotten... and the bandhs will never keep us away from Kerala either....

Allura...

"Beep beep" beeped his phone.. a sms from someone unknown. "I am sorry", it said... He felt obliged to reply, to tell the sender that the apology had not reached the person it was meant for... He replied..

It was day 3 of messages.. She had told that she was apologising to her boyfriend and mistyped the number... She had told everything that had happened before and poured out her anxieties over the calls that went unanswered... He read every message patiently, wondering who she was and why he was getting involved so much... He did not even know her name, he never asked, she never gave...

And then one morning there was the missed call... it was her... she had called him in the middle of the night.. he called her back... there was no response... then there came a message saying she was Shy to talk to him now and would rather message... and he patiently continued...

His days had been going as usual.. mundane things.. the usual work.. usual friends and the usual flirts.. nothing new... and suddenly an apology put the verve back on...

The messages were exchanged day and night... she was concerned about her lover... the guy who never called back.. the one with whom she had been in love with for almost 4 years.. her first love.. a handsome man.. college love.. sweet words and promises.. the crumbling of the world around her...

And then she called.. it was midnight.. he answered in his sleep.. and the meek voice on the other side said "Hi its me".. He didn't know what to say and didn't know what to talk... but talk they did for 2 long hours... she sobbed and sniffed, telling that she was sad... Henry had left her for good.. he had left the city making the end very clear.. she sobbed harder telling that Henry was the love of her life and that she was now broken and dead on the inside..

He listened patiently, lending her his shoulders to cry upon... he wanted to comfort her.. to pat her head and say "it will be alright".. the urge to see her started growing inside..

"I want to meet you", he said... she suddenly became all quiet.. she gave some excuse and shortly cut the call...

Confused was not the only word to define his emotions... he was now angry too.. his life was happy the way it was but why did he have to message some unknown girl day and night... was he that desperate in life that he needed an unknown person to make him feel important and wanted... he had questions and all were only for himself... and he had no answer..

A whole week passed with no messages.. his eyes would glance to his silent phone.. and then he would chide himself for his obsession... he exercised utmost restraint.. he kept himself busy with work, friends, movies and parties... but found himself peering into his phone time to time.. he was angry with his helplessness to overcome the need to message that unknown girl...

It was sunday night.. the beep went off frantically... messages galore.. apologies.. request to answer calls.. inviting for coffee to meet.. and then came the call... She sobbed.. said she had been confused.. apologised and asked to meet him for real.. He listened patiently and finally relented.. the date was fixed... Saturday night at 8...

Messages rained through the days.. about crushes, love, kisses and more.. she kept calling every night just to kiss him goodnight.. Their date kept nearing and their distances kept fading.. he was completely lost, her sweet cooing had blown him away.. It had all happened so fast that he forgot he still didn't know her name..

It was a sexy saturday.. she had spoken to him all through the night... a dozen kisses in between..lovers talk one could say.. she had promised to dress up for him in her very best..and just before day break she said she was in love again...

The table was set.. the Wine was ready.. candles were lit... he was there.. watching the people dining and the crowd that kept coming and going... wide eyed he waited.. searching for her.. it was not yet time, he was early and so he waited.. Every time the door opened, his heart skipped a beat... whenever a young lady walked in his eyes grew wide.. but then they would droop seeing their companion following behind...

The minutes slipped away into an hour... he messaged her... his nervousness grew.. she was nowhere in sight... no replies to his messages and no response to his calls... she must be on the way he thought... but couldn't stop from perspiring in nervous thought... finally he realised he had waited too long...

She was gone.. completely gone.. her number was no longer valid... the girl with no name..who caught his fancy and filled his time... he realised that it was the same girl who had now made a fool of him... fooling him with her fake tears and by acting shy.. her sweet talk and tender kisses... fooled him for God knows what... maybe he was a toy...maybe she found it to be a sport... a sport where the loser is left ashamed and scorned.... "Why me?" he thought..

He had a silent dinner and walked home, head down.... this day would soon get buried in the past... but then he would never forget how he had fallen for this Allura...

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Chees-astic...

Cheese.. a piece of which lures Jerry out of his home to fall in to Tom's trap...

Butter.. the intelligent butter-licious advertisements from Amul...

Both make my tongue water..Both taste good... both are from milk... the difference??

cheese is not a well known delicacy to us as we restrict ourselves to using butter... butter on our bread... butter on the stove melting to Ghee... for many of our sweets and delicacies we need butter or ghee... every day meal is incomplete without spoonfuls of Ghee...

and cheese???? available in plenty on the hot hot pizzas we order... coated on top of the pasta and penne we eat at the Italian restaurant in some place... pizza, pasta, penne... all traditional European dishes.. traditionally bathed in cheese...

paneer is something that we are all familiar with... but overall in the world... cheese is consumed the most by the Greeks, French and Italians...

butter vs cheese??? butter is by churning the butter milk... and cheese is by hardening curd... long process...

cheese need not be a vegetarian delicacy... thats becos Rennet that is used to coagulate the milk can be veg / non-veg depending on its source.... traditional Rennet is made from animal stomach lining... yucky...

there are so many varities of cheese too...so many means so many... nearly 50 odd names i read...i had only heard cheddar and mozzarella before.. there are even ones with the mould in it... blue veined ones... can i call it yummy???


now u can make ur pick...cow milk, yak milk, goat milk, sheep milk...etc etc... u milk it to make it....

and yes... i love my cheese...

footnote: image courtesy google

Reonciliation... Love story...

A lonely cry in the dark,
sob after sob, followed by a whimper.
There she sat in the corner,
curled up, shrivelled and dishevelled.

There he was, that fool
who broke two hearts at one go.
One of that gentle flower he loved
and the other of his own.

She was his Goddess, he adored and worshipped
yet he had been bitter and rude
He toiled all day to keep her happy
But unhappy is what he made them both.

She cried, not for her sorrow, but for him
he tried hard, she knew, for her happiness
but she didnt want no diamonds,
but the luxury of his arms and delicacies of his words.

The sun was setting, and a full moon rising,
the strange light filled the room.
He looked at her, she looked at him
He said not a word, but she heard everything.

her eyes were flooded, like dew drops they fell.
he held her close to his heart, his warmth she felt.
the bliss of the moment, filled their hearts,
Happiness finally he felt.

Baby Boo....

Now Baby Boo was all but 21months old...a toddler toddling all day long...he was the cutest, chubbiest and timidest that one could see... mewing and cooing.. trying to talk... sometimes running... sometimes falling..following his mother around the house...

his mother was a sweet lady... at times cursing the Stork when Boo did something wrong...afterall he would take everything down when he had a fall... He would cry and cry and cry till he falls asleep feeling weak and tired....

as a baby too... Boo had lots of trouble coming his way... once when out shopping, he was sleeping in his baby sling.... suddenly baby Boo had turned Blue... his mom cried in shock and rushed him to a doctor.. he had suffocated inside that ghastly thing..

as he ran around the house... the telephone caught his eye... he picked up the phone, like his dad does..and started pressing the buttons... again and again... again and again... bored he moved to the pen stand... thud!!! it fell the next moment... it was made of wood and every part of it fell apart...

Boo wasnt naughty..but just a regular kid.. curious to touch.. curious about every new thing he sees...

one day Boo spilt milk all over, the next he threw food all around... he cried for his baths and cried to dress up... he cried and cried and his mother did not know what had gone wrong...

to the doctor they took him..the worried mom and dad..Boo was crying and whimpering all the while... The bespectacled doc lady, examined him with care... and diagnosed that his tummy was in despair... "Tummy ache" she announced... a case of in-digestion.... "what did u feed him?" she asked...

It was Noodles... noodles all the while... curly and wiggly... yummy and tiggly.. he loved it every time... his mom made it for almost evrey snack time... something that he would eat without a fuss... and it had become his staple food thus...

"No more Noodles" the doctor said..."give him food that is good for his health"...

From that day on... he never cried for his supper again...neither for bath or for a dress...Baby Boo had become his usual cute, chubby, timid self again....

Juice....

It was a typical noon.... but not so typical cos i was left to handle the household myself....

the elders of the house were not in town.... and it gave me a little chance for experimentation....

the vegtable vendor just pulled his cart to a stop outside the gates.... and being eager to do some shopping i inspected his wares.... i got all the regular veggies... and then something caught my attention...

it was a juicy looking tiny watermelon.... all it needed was the vendor to thrust it in front my face and say that it was good and very sweet.... immediately i got it..

indeed it was a very sweet one... i diced it up and juiced it and served a tall glass to husband dearest who had just returned from gym...

his eyes doubled in size seeing the concoction in my hand... a look of pleasant surprise... eager to impress i had added some lemon n pepper... one sip and his expression faded... and then he asked how much i paid for the watermelon....

this time too his eyes doubled in size... but it wasnt in surprise... and i woved never to buy another watermelon again....

note:... it was indeed very sweet and i enjoyed every bit of it... but it was bit too expensive... thought a bit wasteful... it was worth every paisa...

4 secrets for Losing Weight....

Losing weight in 4 simple steps...

1. Buy a treadmill for 40k..

2. Buy sports wear - price range Rs.500 onwards

3. Buy sports shoes - some 1000 bucks..

4. Buy mp3 / ipod for workout ambience - anywhere between 3k to 10k


End result - weight reduction of self/spouse's purse.... :)

But it actually does work... if u walk on the treadmill for atleast 15mins a day covering atleast 1.5 kms and break sweat at the end of it...

if not at best it gives u stronger legs... so that u can atleast kick ur weight blues away...

Hi, I think i have seen you somewhere...

scene 1:
at school playground

me: Hi(over animated voice) N........
the girl turns... a bewildered face...
mine flushes red... its not N... but her almost identical elder sister...

scene 2:
in a crowded bus

girl: Hi Ganga...how are you?
me: Hi...(whats her name???) i am fine... how abt u??
girl: am doing great.. how come here?? what are u doing??
me: getting back from classes (where do i know her from??)... and you??
girl: me just returning from college.
(mystery deepens...)
me: (sheepishly) err.... i am unable to remember where i know u from... colg or classes?? and also what is ur name???

scene 3:
in the parking lot of a cinema theatre

me: (who is he... he looks familiar...oh ya...its him..) N......Hi!!!
he: (surprised) Hi!!! long time... how are you??
me: yeah long time..am fine.. suddenly saw u and recognised.. how r u??? what are u doing??
he: oh i am working with S..&Co... wat abt u?? completed ur studies??
me: no..jus gave my exams..how abt u???
he: completed last exams...
me: (feeling jealous and dissapointed) OOoohh.... congrats...
he: Hey i am sorry... i dont remember ur name...


scene 4:
in a client office

me: Hi! have i met u somewhere??
he: sorry!!!(taken aback)
me: no u seem familiar... u working with _ _ _?? feel like i have seen u at the institute..
he: sorry!!! (still surprised)
me: Oh... sorry... u seemed familiar... thought i knew you... (sheepishly) SORRY!!

Stalked...

It was a road that i had never taken before... it was there that i saw him...

they say that the aura of a person affects u.. and i felt it was true... i felt uneasy in his presence... i knew that i didnt like him being there... the look in his eyes frightened me...

my first instinct told me to leave that place immediately... but then i didnt wanna show the panic i felt... cos the fear of the victim is a thrill in itself...

i decided that i would behave as calm and natural as possible... i had stopped on seeing him.. but i had to make a move now...

slowly i made a turn... and started walking away from him.. my heart racing and hoping that he wouldnt follow me.... i walked without looking back... but i could sense his presence behind me.... he was following me....

as i walked farther... i hastened my steps... but didnt wanna seem like running away...didnt want to give him the thrill of stalking me like that....

when i felt that i had reached a safe place i looked behind... he was gone....

i swore that i would never take that road again...

safe atlast...

Any Good News??

"Any good news??" Thats the typical question..

"Any addition in the family??" Thats a disguised question..

"So its been one year since ur marriage. Any plans??" A direct question hinting whether something is biologically wrong or are u on family planning...

The questions are different but all are the same..

Pressures... those who succumb to it know how tough it was to fend it off..

best was the story of a friend who wanted to wait atleast 3years after marriage..later negotiated to 2 and finally not even a month after marriage...all due to family pressure..

there have also been others who have taken years together to produce an offspring.. wonder how they managed the questions...

then there are accidents... the unplanned pregnancies

and currently its baby boom on the small screen esp on Sun TV

7:30pm Thirumathi Selvam... Lead Actress is actually pregnant but her character is not

8:30pm Thangam... Ganga is in the family way within a short period of her marriage

9:30pm Chellame... Chellama has conceived after 12 years of marriage


there are some who ask questions with real concern and some who ask with vice...

the final point is... "asking questions is easy.. but answering them is very difficult"


serious.... imagine the amount of self control involved when u r tempted to answer such questions with a dose of reality to it...

Paulo Coehlo - Life Path

It makes sense that i write something about him and the books of his i have read, cause they have made me think deeply whilst reading them. "The Witch of Portobello" and "Brida", the two books that i have read have put to test my beliefs and also gave me more insight to inner-conflict, chasing dreams and most of all MAGIC.

We have heard about witches, the pointy hats and the black robes and an ugly mole, the ones making soup of frogs n human bones. But i have seen wicthes. When you read his book, you realise that the powers of the witches he describes, is pretty much the same of what we have seen in that sooth-sayer we have visited some point in our life.

The english burned witches at the stake but we believe them to be messengers of God and revere them. I have met them. I was awed as a kid and as an adult i was in doubt. I even imitated a sooth-sayer in a skit. It was an insensitive potrayal depicting them as money minded impostors.

But on further reading the books, i started to wonder whether the powers are real. I have seen my aunt get "saami" many times. I never understood it and and never doubted it. In my own life i have experienced the power of my instincts. We all do i believe. I have known somehow how things would end up, whether it would be impending doom or a happy ending. I somehow knew a year before my marriage that i would be leaving chennai and moving to bangalore. Where from that thought came in my head, i don't know. But it did happen that way. And whenever i have gone against my instinct i have found trouble.

What intrigued me more was the fact that the Witches connected with the MOTHER. He says that GOD was FEMALE, (a nice thought on Women's Day),and later the male GOD concept came in and they started dominating the scenario.

The thing that got me thinking was that, every sooth-sayer that i have met also gets a Female deity in them. It is always an Ambal/Bagawathy and never a male God. Across continents the beliefs are the same. That was a surprise for me. Hindu mythology also says that the origin was from SHAKTHI who later created Shiv and other Gods (based on the serial SHAKTHI i had seen).

My uncle explained it to me in simple words that Shakthi is ENERGY and that is why she can exhibit herself through various mediums.

I am confused for sure. The MOTHER, SHAKTHI and even the concept in the movie AVATAR where the Navi are also in touch with the MOTHER. The same concept reflecting in different cultures.

What do i say about the author? When i read about him, he has had a difficult time up to his 20's. He wanted to be an artist and was considered mentally ill for being a non-conformist. Yet he had the courage to pursue his inner dream and finally became a writer. He published his first book at the age of 38. It only re-assures me that it is never late to follow your dreams.

In "Brida" he says that don't chose a path that is not right for you and keep trying to prove that it is not the right one. Like him having been forced to not be an artist.

Then he says "It’s necessary to take risks, and to follow certain paths whilst abandoning others. No one is able to choose without fear."

"The path to wisdom is not being afraid to make mistakes"

These lessons i will incorporate in my life to live in the present and make the best out of it.

"Once a Reader, is always a Reader"

Just finished reading a book. Just finished reading about its author. Just decided which book of his i am going to read next "Veronika decides to die" by Paulo Coehlo

Books have once again become a part of my life. My reading, i believe, has also reached a different level.

My first book - "Goldilocks and the Three Bears". As a kid i have read it religiously over and over again at my aunt's house.Knowing every line and imagining the 3 bears looking into their bowls of porridge and wondering how sweet it would have tasted. My journey into the world of books has begun.

From that point onwards, i used to read - read - read and read.Every year before school begins, i would finish reading all my English prose and non-de-tale books. And buy books from the Book Bus with little care for how much i was spending.

My father ensured a supply for my reading. The Junior encyclopedia, Amar Chitra Katha, Ramayana, Sri Krishna, Fairy Tales, Gokulam magazine, Reader's Digest and so on. I was glued to books by Enid Blyton. Had one book and would re-read it. The one with the Golliwog doll. And most of all, i read every Shrerlock Holmes book i could lay my hands on.

The books gave me a lot of things, good language, imagination and the sights and sounds to experience from my home itself.

I fell in love with the Scarlet Pimpernel and felt sad for Oliver Twist. I wished to meet Olivia and tell her how cute her love story is.

I will never forget "Ebeneezer the never could sneezer" or what i read about Aung Sang Syu Ki. I even used to read Essays from small books. Reading, never stopped till one fine day.

I do not recollect when i stopped reading. Even when in 1st year college, when i read my first Sydney Sheldon - for long believing the author was female, i used to read quiet a lot.

When i joined professional studies, the distance between books and me grew. It started with the laziness to read my subjects and ended as a laziness towards books itself.

In the years that followed - almost 4 full years i hadn't touched anything but subject books before exams. Remember reading a Mills n Boons book in between. But the gap was now too wide. For the once voracious reader i was, it could be compared to a hunger strike.

My redeeming moment came when I attended an interview. He asked me about my hobbies. I casually remarked that music is a hobby and that i was once a voracious reader. To which he didn't agree. He simply said, "Once a Reader, is always a Reader".

It struck a blow to me. In all those years, sitting on my lazy bum, i had stopped fueling myself with the one thing that had given me so much. Books. I had forsaken it. I really couldn't understand why i stopped something that i was so passionate about. And then that day itself i made my mind.

On the way back, stopped at a second hand book store and bought one book and broke my fast. Now i am hungry for more.

My Childhood Fav books - "Goldilocks and the Three Bears" - atleast up to Class III. "Ganga" - the story about the descent of the river from the heavens above - till date a favourite