Baa Woof Coo..

Baa... Baaaa... Baa... Baaaa.. Baa... Baaaa

Two goats in conversation one sunny morning.

Woof woof... wuf wuf.. Woof Woof.. wuf wuf.. Woof Woof.. wuf wuf..

Rooftop dog and roadside dog exchanging dialogues late in the night.

Guy: Look here.. look here
Chick: Go away.. go away
Guy:C'mon..c'mon
Chick: Let me eat..let me eat
Guy: Don't run. don't run..
Chick: I'll fly away..i'll fly away (flies away)
Guy: Here i come.. here i come

Chick: Stop following.. stop following
Guy: No my dear.. no my dear
Chick:You all just the same.. just the same
Guy: Look at me..look at me

Chick: Wow what feathers.. what feathers
Guy: Ain't I pretty?? ain't I pretty??
Chick: Oh yes you are.. yes you are
Guy: Come my dear.. come my dear
Chick: Here I come.. here I come (and they fly away)


Cute love story of two pigeons courting on a lazy afternoon.

Welcome to Animal Planet.

Rains, Roads and Road-Runners..

It has been raining in Chennai. With that everything else falls in place or rather falls out of place. Copious supply of water is now available in all reservoirs, tanks, lakes and Roads.

An amusement park developer spends Lakhs of rupees to set up an artificial beach, swimming pool et all. But thanks to the great planning and maintenance of this City, you get all these absolutely FREE. The best Roller-Coasters are available on Chennai roads when your brakes fail on a rainy day.

I am not trying to satire the system. Peepli Live had done it and bored me to death.

My personal experience is what I'd like to share here.


Caught unawares by the rains last week, got drenched one day. WOW it was so much fun!! Definitely fun, but the thought of my back pack and handbag getting drenched caused all the shivers I experienced that night. It doesn't take much to guess that I was carrying Cell phones, wads of Cash and Clothes. 'C' all the trouble I was in.

That was the story of the Rains and the Roads. But the Road-runners is another story.

The lesson I learnt was that "Do Not Travel to North Chennai' when it rains.

I boarded a bus at Perambur and happily counted on reaching home in an hour. If you have ever traveled to there, you could not have missed the Marvelous looking, Oh so uselessly LONG bridge. Been there and done that.

There is no suspense or surprise in saying that the bus took an hour to just get across the bridge. Actually after an hour I was still somewhere on Perambur Bricklin Road. One hour. If you are wisecracking as to why I wasn't on an Auto, I didn't want to buy one as the autowallahs were quoting the price of the vehicle for a ride. Trains were also nowhere in sight and that left me on this bus, standing for an whole hour.

Then at some turn there was relief and the Bus flew into Free Air.

The experience was not really a great one and surely not something anyone would have enjoyed reading the recount of. But had to spill it out. I shuddered with the thought of those who have to endure this everyday and those who have to walk on those flooded roads.

It is one thing to sit in a swanky office and speak at a press conference about Monsoon Preparedness and completely another to be sitting on a wet floor after wading through waist deep rain water.

No New Messages!!

Tring! Tring! rings my phone (well actually it sings Paayaliyaa paayaliyaa) and I rush to answer it. Customer Care or rather the promotions centre.

After a couple of hours I check my phone, one missed call and 3 new messages. If you have guessed right you won't be getting 100 points but yes, another promo call and those annoying BULK messages.

Lord! Where are all my friends who used to call and text?

Dear Child, they are all in your Contacts.

That was a wonderful reminder of what I was actually doing. Zero Social Networking.

I do not call my friends as before and have long graduated from messaging, I prefer to stay invisible when online and the only mails I write are Official. No wonder why things seem so bleak.

I have a perfect explanation for all this. Now do I? Not really.

I have a twitter account but I never tweet and it has eons since I've visited my Orkut page and my Facebook bears only my blog updates.

How much am I bugged about all this? Not much. I am pretty happy with the way things are. I was born in the times of the Typewriter.

As for staying in touch with friends, they are in my Contacts.

Strange...

I had made this post about The Strangest Dream and after posting it was lost in thought. Something about posting it did not feel right and I was wondering whether to keep it or delete it. Damage was already done as it automatically got mailed to 10 people. That left me thinking whether anything would come out of deleting it now. Stats showed me that just 1 other person had viewed it even after 2 full days of staying hosted on my blog.

That did it. Delete.

If you are wondering what was in that post, well you missed the bus. I did play fair and let it stay for 2 full days. But in short it was a DISTURBING dream I had and felt it was too personal to be left online.

This of course is the second ever post that I had ever deleted after publishing. The previous one was about my, sorry can't reveal. It was too gross to be left online and still remains gross for re-mention.

With this I shall sum up this post as there is nothing much left to add. The days ahead are full of excitement and people, so I hope to share better experiences in the coming posts.

And then it happened!!

Once upon a time I started a blog. Though I had heard a lot about blogging, I was pretty unaware of the power and reach of the same. It seemed only like an e-diary to me, of course with the caution that it would not be a private one. Like any other novice I fumbled and wandered. I had no idea of what I was doing and the direction of it all. Then I stopped writing.

There was a time when I re-started and went ahead writing SO-CALLED short stories. The less said the better.

Again a break.

What happened after that was something simple. Found another Blogger and her regular blogging habits Inspired me to resume blogging. But this time with better vision and good guidance. I even read other blogs on How to Write a BLOG. Had to even search for blog ideas. 

What did I want to blog about?

That was the toughest question of all.

I was no great cook and therefore a cooking blog was not possible. Not a Outdoorsy person either. I am also challenged with the Camera and the less said about my Technical Knowledge the better. With all the juicy and possible choices out of the way, scratching the Brains to the last bits yielded NOTHING.

EUREKA!!!

I shall blog about nothing yet everything.

Okay that sounds illogical and stupid but a great man once said "Punch nalla iruka mattum paakanum"

With such empty words and some accidental good posts in between I realised that I have managed over 100 posts. YEAH!!!!

To me it would be the first 100. Okay I did get 100 in maths MANY times. But 100 took a lot of time and effort. Like a 100 from Dravid. Test Match innings aakum idhu.

Seasons and seasons..

At least with Nnature you know for sure that there are only 4 seasons - Summer, Winter, Rainy and Autumn. But this is not about that. Bangalore has been under the spell of rains for the last couple of weeks and has forgotten what is a Sunny Smile and clothes have been shifted from oragadey to allagadey umpteen number of times. Enough about that though as the matter of concern here is something that is controllable.

Singing and Dancing - Season 1

It is something new and genuine. There is REAL talent and therefore it draws your attention. You love the show, you love the format, you also love the Guests and the Hosts. Finally the big award goes to the most deserving contestant and everyone is Happy.

Singing and Dancing - Season 2

There are still many more talented people out there and it still remains genuine and REAL. People prove themselves to be good and again your are in love with every aspect of it. TRPs are now reigning high and another deserving candidate wins the title.

Singing and Dancing - Season 3

People are talented. But the show is getting old. New formats and techniques are being tried to make the magic work a third time. The TRPs are good and now it has become a SHOW. The competition exists only for the sake of the viewers. The results are previously decided and Politics decides the winner. Wild Card rounds are abound and at each excuse they ensure that the length of the show is not shortened. If TRPs dip then some DRAMA is done to increase interest. Finally when the Final Finals happen, the winner is chosen. But you are left wondering whether the wait was worth it.

Singing and Dancing - Season 4

It becomes another Show where it becomes like something of a Mega Serial.The ratings are good and the money is also good. The Producer is not willing to give up and the Director has no other better job. So they up the Oomph and glamour by calling in some Judges/Hosts who can do that. But if they have some ETHICS at least, they just use More DRAMA to promote their show.

Singing and Daning - Season 5, Season 6 etc

Same as above.

Singing and Dancing - Final Season

The show has lived past its glorious years. Contestants no longer chose to compete on it. With nothing to work with, celebration of the glorious days goes one. They air all their earlier good episodes and proclaim that they have done a great service to the Nation by providing a great platform to such untapped talent. Finally it is Curtains Down.

The End.

Not for this blog but just for the Singing and Dancing show.

What I learnt from TV...

Once upon a time I was scared of the television. I wouldn't even dare to dig my nose when the news was on. Reason-I believed that like how I could see the news reader, they could also see me.

That was eons ago. But will all these spy cams around nowadays, the fear in my innocent heart that time could not be termed as unfounded. After getting over that phase, I did get to learn a lot from TV.

Let me see:

Learnt all latest songs, which kept my love for music alive and well fed. All those music shows from those days to these have always inspired me to sing. Though I do not croon in front of a mic, I am a pretty confident Bathroom Singer.

Also learnt that is an Indian equivalent for all things western, like Byomkesh Bakshi- the Indian Sherlock Holmes. It was through thy series that I got to know what plaster of Paris was. Though I did not put that knowledge to use, it always felt good to know something new. And who can forget our Indian Superman Shakthiman?

The two greatest Epics of our Civilisation- Ramayan and Mahabharath were introduced to me through TV only. Today TV has also taken initiative to explain the Bagwat Gita too. All my knowledge, at least most of it is all thanks to the mythologies on TV especially DD.

I can speak Hindi very well. Despite not stepping out of Chennai during my learning years and having never stayed long up north, my fluency in Hindi is all thanks to TV. Watching all those numerous humorous series helped a lot. To rejig your memory Zabaan Sambhalke, Dekh Bhai Dekh, Shrimaan Shrimathi and Tu Tu Mein Mein to name a few.

All these lessons were learnt while watching it all on our faithful Dyanora TV. This post comes at the tome when my dear TV has finally decided to take a retirement. Will miss you.

To each one their views...

It was fun today watching people trying to guess the right figures and fail miserably in that. But it was fun as each figure only flattered me. Well they were trying to figure out the figure of the weight I had lost. Fun times.

So why to each one their views?? Yes the guesses ranged between 10 and 20, but the views I am mentioning here is about the views on my blogging habits.

There are people who read what I write here and like it too. And there are few who question me why I write and do not like it. Intact my blogs are directed to their TRASH asap.

This directionless blog is just to share that there are many BLACK SHEEP in my own close group.

But I write cause I Love To WRITE