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