Black Mark!

The first thing I do when I am alone at home, is to SNEEZE as loud and free as possible. Yes it is true.

Why? Well the reason is that my in-laws are a bit superstitious about SNEEZES and scrunch up their face when they hear one. Given that and my Chronic Sneezing problem, I try to suppress it and make it as less loud as possible.

Finally when left alone, I take the chance of Letting Go with great gusto.

Small Pleasures of Life.

But really how and when and why did Sneezes become a bad omen? God Only Knows.

I used to be very superstitious. During my school years I had a routine and stuck to it. If I faltered, I feared that I would be quizzed in class, my incomplete work discovered or anything random which I failed to do exposed.

Nobody likes surprise tests and I surely didn't want to bring it on by just waking on the wrong side of bed.

Later on I discovered Murphy's Law and realised that all my routine was in VAIN.

I do wonder whether they are really as potent as people fear. I just have one real and recollectable experience with a Sneeze Jinx. A shopping expedition where I ended up returning with EMPTY BAGS!

Talking about famous / common superstitions, who can give the CAT a miss? A cat on the way means a quick U-Turn, whatever be the time, urgency or errand. Our neighbourhood was teeming with cats at some point. Many families must have been relieved to see them go away (DIE even).

Seriously. But I found the stray cats a menace rather than Walking-Meowing evil-omens. Oh! That howling Dog too. Wonder how people restrained from Stoning it to Death. Shit scared they are about such stuff.

I had a Sign-of-Bad-Luck. I nicknamed this unknown man on my street "Unlucky Iyengar". He was unlucky not cos of his beliefs but just unlucky as I had an inexplicable dislike for him and believed that seeing him ruined my work / day. True to that, I did have some lousy days.

Then one fine day I had a revelation and he ceased to affect my day.

I still call him that though and I continue to dislike him.

So what has all this got to do with a Black Mark? No it is not about Lucky Moles (Molosophy on another day). It is about this little aberration. It is not a mole, mind you, but black mark for putting my finger between a Rock and a Hard place.

The Black Mark

The OMEN factor? This one is not evil. Based on my past experience, I have realised that getting my hand stained foretold Good Fortune. Every single time my clean hands got stained, I walked out successful and happy from whatever I set out to do. No kidding.

That gave me great happiness when I saw this one forming after that crushing experience. True to it's nature, I had a wonderful time with Loved Ones and even managed to get tickets to buses and cinemas in the last minute. That too on a weekend. Beat That!

Unfortunately nothing lasts forever and that applied to this little sweet dark darling of a black mark. It is long gone now and I do miss it's company. The pride it gave me to display such an anomaly that I even clicked it's picture to record it for eternity. Sometimes I just wonder whether I should just drop that Rock on my finger again. What say? Shall I?

Oops! Someone Sneezed. Crushing by Rock on some other day.

Bewitched...

A wriggle of my nose and things go up in the air
A laser beam shoots, when I give a hard stare.
A snap of my fingers, lights up a flame
A click of my boots to fly like a plane

All these I wish, Powers that I had
All these and I would make you go mad.

I would make you lose your shorts
Probably light up your shirt.
Pull down your pants
or dress you in vivid colours.

I may shower you with flowers
Probably with slimy toads.
Drench you in inky rain
or just cause you some pain


Alas, I should say, the wishes remain
Only a butt-load of Attitude and not Restrain

Unleash the Terror!!

Some people are born with that natural flair for doing things differently from others. I have always stayed in the side-lines admiring them. Then in some attempt to be different and cool myself, I give it a try and make a Fool of myself. Or rather no one even notices but I personally feel Foolish for having done such a thing.

Let me elucidate:

Scene 1: It is an AD-ZAP event. We are split into teams of 5-6 and asked to think of some Product and think of some cool Ad jingles and skit - ads. Like usual my luck on doing something COOL is always low and therefore I end with up like minded people a.k.a NERDS. End result, there we are (I am) on stage, trying to describe an out of the world, insanely super efficient, PEN / PISTOL / SPY CAM et all rolled into one, un-imaginable and super-nerdy Product. With such a product at hand, the DUD of an Ad need not be elaborated here.

On the other hand, a team stands out with its Product. Gone to the dogs they say. I believe they came up with something on the lines of AXE for Man's Best Friend. At that time Angels were yet to fall, but they showed that the B*#@%^S did. Needless to say that they were the winners.

How easily were they able to be Humorous and Successful and we(I) Dull and Dudly.

Scene 2: It is a college event. They were selecting contestants for Singing Competition. It was one of the few times that I actually had the courage to sing in front of Judges. I had been rehearsing an English number. Definitely a stand out from the Kollywood Bollywood numbers the others were to sing. Suddenly I felt like a FOOL for choosing such a stand out gaana. So when my turn actually came, I chose to sing a song that was a Male solo and even before I could get past Line 1, the judges decision was made. OUT.

Then in the heartbreak of being rejected, I got on stage later and sung before the whole college "Aye Raju" parody of Alane by Devang Patel - the eunuch song.

Then I had to leave college that year itself.

Scene 3 to n: There are many other embarrassing instances like

Trying to dress up Cool and ending up like a Cartoon

Trying to walk with panache and then tripping on a gap in the tile.

Trying to talk in a stylish manner and muddling and mixing up the words with the accent.

Trying to eat with etiquette and ending up with the food all over face and dress (happens every time with a Pizza or burger or soup)

Ultimately whenever I TRY I GOOF up big time. And I am yet to develop the attitude of being able to laugh at myself and therefore I largely feel embarrassed at these shortcomings. I am also yet to develop an acceptance of myself and stop TRYing to be something that I am not. With more of my concentration on being myself probably I could have avoided most of these accidents.

But here is the irony. It wouldn't be me if I didn't try to be something more than just me.

Probably all this thinking and analysing is a sign that I am FINALLY growing up. Here's to OLD AGE. Here I Come.

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.

Plans thwarted.....

There are some things in life that cannot be planned and executed, you just have to go with the flow. Realised that with a few simple steps the last few days.

A. Guests are always unplanned.

It is Thursday and you have decided to visit a temple of importance. It is well past 8 in the evening and you have planned a simple dinner followed by an early bed time. But then you end finishing your dinner and staying up till 12. Reason? Well you have SURPRISE guests coming over for the weekend. By this time the planned light dinner would be well digested and as you greet the friendly faces, your stomach will gurgle, lest they misunderstand that you are unhappy with their sudden visit.

B. Rain can never be planned.

You have stepped out of the house after completing all the chores. The most important of them being LAUNDRY. After your work outside is done you are now homeward bound. Suddenly you realised that the sky is dark and little drops of rain are tickling your nose tip. Panic sets in as you remember that the now dry laundry hangs fluttering on your terrace and seemingly is an easy prey to RAIN. You are a couple of blocks away from home and speed up, the sweat and tension take over you and the keys betray you in the crucial moment. Yet you manage the odds and run upstairs in half breath and reach the doors of your terrace. And Lo Behold! A spotless and dry  concrete ground welcomes you. You never know when it will rain. If you have ever melted sweating under the Sun and the next minute have found yourself drenched in Rain, Welcome to the Club!!!

C. Dinner has a dynamic menu

Have you ever woken up thinking you would have/make dosas for dinner and ended up eating rotis? Well not exactly what happened to my plan. But for once I had taken initiative to prepare for dinner before stepping out late in the evening. However the unplanned event of stepping back in with a full stomach ruled out all chances of putting the new recipe on Fire. In simple words, a sudden eat-out plan. Life is so dynamic that you cannot even be sure of what is going to happen next. What a thathuvam!!!

D. Blogs don't happen as planned

I had planned to blog everyday, but didn't happen. I had planned to complete this blog yesterday and even that didn't happen. Writing a few hundred words had to be spread over 2 afternoons. Luckily my brain and thought process have not changed in 24 hours, hence this blog has escaped DELETE.

E. Technology has its own plans

Sounds more like God and his plan. But for the few who have experienced torment under the hands of technology that they do not understand, this will ring close to home. After watching 2 good movies on my iPod had planned to upgrade the iOS and access AppStore via wifi (could have used iTunes also and it would have saved me this trouble). End result is that I have an iPod that is on Restore mode and has to undergo A MINOR OPERATION in the hands of some experienced Knowledgeable people. Unlike myself, who spent hours researching and re-searching all the World Wide Web for clues and solutions, and ended up with a bunch of hair follicles in the hands, they would the job in a jiffy, I HOPE.

With all this planning and foiling of the planning had rendered me tired and confused. Tired cause I had kept running around for and with my laundry. And confused as all my plans lay in shambles. Okay the situation wasn't that desperate but some planning does help.

An awfull movie..

I shall not take the name of this one and shall leave it to your guessing prowess.

Once the naming TREND in Tamil movies was Tanglish names. With the TAX angle it soon shifted to tamil-only. At some point Filmdom referred to Map of Tamilnadu for names and now it is the turn of Animals and their Hunters.

Opening scenes by themselves evoked scorns from my face. No new faces, just like in Sandakozhi, Rajkiran is the World's best katta panchayatu man and our HERO is his Brave and Courageous son. There is also the heroine who is portrayed as a strong character but does a lot of crying and backstabbing. And one villain and one comedian but both are JOKERS.

Introduction of hero too had nothing innovative, same old focus on feet and go all the way up to his face, shot. Stunt director seemed to be an ANIMAX fan as all stunts seemed to be inspired from fights in animation series. Especially the ones which involve sword fights aka Aruva Veechu Stunts.

If the Heroine is trying to look No-nonsense, Woman of substance, Serious about life types, she failed grossly as she felt that a SAD looking face is the right expression.

In the name of comedy you get to see someone scratch his @@&££ against cycle handbars and also the ensuing accidents involving his @@&££. Wonder how many would have had a hearty laugh seeing it.

I never listened to the songs, so no comments. As far as my opinion on the story goes, i would call it unimaginative. There were many shots showing the hero in fast forward motion. It looked fine once but was over used and only irritated. The concentration should have been on making the Screenplay fast and not using CG to make up for the lull created.

The movie was so boring that I skipped the middle 2hours. With just the opening scenes and pre climax scenes could fathom the waste of time and money.


Movies are not for mere entertainment but is an ART. Unfortunately the art work seemed like the output from amateur rather than from someone as experienced as the director.


Zero marks for content.

The Day of the Power Cut!!!

Peak summer and EB has announced a power cut between 9am to 5pm. What would do you? Go to office? Okay, but what about job-less people like me?

Power Cut management is the new order of the day. Faced with this power crisis, we have to plan our work around it to ensure optimal productivity and less resource wastage. Illustrated as below:

Food Food Food!!!

FOOD!!!!

Yes, the words make some people's pupils dilate and salivating jaws drop open. FOOD!!! Just the word is enough to excite some.

What does this mean here??? Well this is just from my experience at a 2day seminar I attended recently.

Someone asked me an important question during the break "Will there be Lunch today??"

Night at the Airport!!!

My little nephew, the latest one just 7months old, is visiting all of us for the first time. Us being his dear aunts and grand mas, pas and an eagerly waiting cousin. We were waiting to see his grape sized eyes and hold this little baby doll. We were waiting at the airport.

His mom and his sister, our darlings, completed the lovely trio whose arrival was being eagerly sought by all of us.

D for Daddy...

As I scratched my head to bring out some words to write today, my head turned left. Aaah!! The sight that I got so behold, an eyesore. A gross monstrosity, like a scar on a pretty face.

Yes, I am talking about my desk.


There is someone at home who has forever tried to inculcate discipline and order into my system. But however my strong will always wins over these attempts. The end result is such an eyesore.

On close examination, products purchased recently, products past their usable life, products that are of no use ever and other uncategorised products line up in a disorderly manner. The confusion and fusion all together.

Why??? I wonder, that I cannot bring myself to make things more in order. They always seem to magically get back time to time. Actually because of the intervention of that someone.

Why??? I wonder, that the someone constantly tries to teach me order.

Actually his efforts are not all in vain. In bangalore, I do all things properly. I am disciplined and orderly, well mostly. And I also do my work without needing someone to order me around. (Sometimes I need to be driven around like the cow that strays off towards grass instead of ploughing the fields). If my name is not called out at least three times, I do not respond, but there I seem to be there even before I am needed.

Why??? you may wonder. It is not cause that I turned responsible after marriage and have realised that discipline and order are important to life. Simple fact is that, I have no one to pick up after me and I have to do things myself.

Also, when someone is trying hard to teach you something, it is always fun giving them a tough time at it.

Wondering whether it is Father's Day already. Probably this post should have been made at that time.

the unsaid...

Saar auto saar, Rs.70 'ku Roller Coaster maari auto otinadhuku, nandri.

Saar auto saar, Rs.20 'ku Mother Tongue'la ketta vaartha solli kuduthadhuku, nandri.

Saar auto saar, andha savari kitta avaru thoppai'ku sethu Rs.20 extra ketadhuku, nandri.

Saar auto saar, thapaana right'la thirumbi aparam sandhu vazhiya correctaa eraki vitadhu, nandri

Saar auto saar, auto'ku vela sollama, route'ku mattum vela sonadhuku, nandri

What a rain!!!

What a rain!!! They usually say 'it rained cats and dogs' but this seemed like Elephants and Lions.

And I cowered in a corner waiting for the power to return. Spent the scariest ever evening of my life WAITING.

Was originally waiting for my parents to come back, aka I was home alone. Even Macaulay Culkin had been braver whereas I chose to fear the rains. It was not about the sound of thunder or lightning-may-spoil-my-eye kind of fear. I was afraid for my parents. They were on their way home and I was worried about them getting stuck in the rain. Luckily, by the time they reached home, rain had subsided.

I also waited for the power to come back. Just minutes before it started raining in my area, EB diligently cut the power supply. That was a good move. The wind and rain that followed would sure have struck havoc if it had come in contact with live wires. So I spent my time alone staring in to nothingness. Well not so gloomy. I was playing with my neighbour's kid. Good time pass. The power was back in half hour. So scared her saying that a 'pallee' (lizard) was near and escaped in to Fan, Light and Television.

The obvious wait was for the rain to subside. I was concerned about my parents for one part. But I was also concerned about the tomorrow. Well what would happen to that new dress I plan to wear or to my darling shoes. Sounds very vain, but these were a part of my concerns, minuscule though. I was actually worried about the state of the city if the rains had continued lashing like that.

Thank GOD that my wait for Parents, Power and No Rain, all happened at around the same time.

There was also a brief point of time, where I tried calling people. It would have helped me beat the loneliness and lightning scares. Tragically no one answered. So in turn I sadistically scared neighbour kid. Okay I wasn't that cruel. Its a joke we play on her. Even with cupped, empty hands, you can make her believe that there is a lizard in it. She gets so grossed out. Fun to watch her changing expressions. Great Timepass. And the best part is, this 2.5year old calls me AKKA.

Life is Beautiful!!!!

Dog-father Part I.. Every dog has its day!!!

He was deep in slumber. Phat!! a stone nicked his butt. With a painful Yelp! he got up, hit his head, dazed and confused, he bent over and ran for cover. His feet took him right but a pair of legs stood there, so he made a quick dash to the opposite side.

 "Naai tholla thaangala" (troublesome dogs) muttered the human.

After reaching a safe distance, he turned to look. The face was odd, not like that of the human who had given him curd rice the other day. He did not like him. Casting one last glance at the white car that had been his shelter for the night, he walked away slowly, searching for another comfortable spot.

The memory of the white car lingered. It was his, he had marked it so. As night arrived, the temptation to go back HOME won over.

His feet, light as ever, carried him gently to the very spot where the car stood now. Sniffing around for another animal/human, he cautiously maneuvered his small body beneath the car. Once under, sleep caught him quickly as if he had been sleepless for many nights. The early morning sun, smoothly snuck in and woke him up gently. He wanted to sleep more and lazily stretched his paws and yawned as wide as he could.

"EY CHI THU NAAYE...ODU IGENDHU" (Get out of here you DOG). Phat!!! a stone was hurled at him. Hit him right on his neck, sharp and painful. Yelping, he ran for cover. His whimpers did not stop for a while, the stone had hit him hard.

As the day stretched out, he wandered around his area keeping out of trouble. A good lunch from a dustbin satiated him and his siesta spot was waiting at the park. The later part of the evening was spent being chased by the watchman, running after two-wheeler/autos, wandering around his area, scavenging other dustbins, pissing on HIS pavements and the occasional bark to show-off.

As he pawed his neck, lazily, he nicked the wound from the morning. The bitter memory convinced him to make good use of his pavement tonight. It was colder and damper than what he was getting used to. But it would suffice.

"Appada, ozhindhuju naai" (What a relief, dog is gone), muttered the human as he washed his car.

It was always spotless white and that is why he loved it. He stood afar and watched the cleaning progress. Suddenly, he was alert. Head up, ears sharp, legs ready to run at the speed of lightning.

He dipped his head low, looked around the perimeter and then tip-toed and sneaked behind the car. The human was still busy cleaning and was now at the hood. He could see the feet moving, white as always, but they were still at the front. NOW!! Inside his head he felt it. Gingerly he moved to his left. The left rear wheel was at his mercy.

He lifted his leg slowly, taking in the moment, it was his now. The freshly washed, shining and clean, Tyre and therefor the car, were now MARKED as his, FOREVER.

His head held high in pride, he walked away, rejoicing in his conquest of what was HIS.

A detailed analysis of the many workings of Life!!

1. People in glass cabins should not smile away on their own

2. When life throws lemons at you, make lemonade. If it throws bricks, catch and build ur house, sell them for profit, throw them at your enemies, explore other options.

3. All the world's a stage and all men and women mere Actors, but where is the director, script, dialogues, STORY? Hence the chaos.

4. Rome was not built in a day, so no use working your ass off. Learn to relax and enjoy your day too.

5. Nothing is permanent but change, that means that change is permanent. but nothing is permanent but change. Vicious circles go on forever.

6. A stitch in time saves nine. No puns on this one as this is very true.

7. An idle mind is the devil's workshop. But once the workshop starts working, the mind is no longer idle. This is a paradox/vicious circle.

8. Kallaanalum kanavan,pullanalum purushan... kallu adhichaalun kanavan??? pull adichallum kanavan??? redundant saying...

Where are 9 and 10??? Sorry, brain not working...

yes this is very mokkai... excuse me please sorry!!

the 10:40 magic...

it is at this magical hour in the pm that i seem to find the inspiration to write something on my(this) blog.. it is like how all the watches in advertisements always show it to be 10:10..

10:40 pm : Have been online for the past one hour and still unsure of what to write... clock is ticking away.. eyelids are heavy and drooping.. yet i sit with a resolve to write something...

10:48 pm : i have started writing something... makes sense?? NO..  who reads this anyway?? blogger status says that some people do.. God only knows...

10:50 pm : chatting on gmail and FB... how will blogging ever happen??

10:52 pm : i am a good time keeper... :)

ok.. here it goes... after a rather dull and grumpy, irritating day.. got some respite...

cloudy skies made the evening look beautiful... and while i waited for my bus.. beautiful songs played on in my ears...

an AC bus came to rescue me from my wait at the bus stop.. the ride was good but i seemed to be lacking a lot in balance and unable to stand in this bus... if i had not found the corner to snug in to, i would have crushed someone under me...

saw a shop on the way... 'enga appa kadai".. to eliminate doubts "Yes, My father's shop" was also written below it..

did i mention the 5pm hunger pangs and the sudden serving of Cashew Pakodas and Wheat Halwa??? mmmm...yummy!!!

subham!!!

i wish i could put this title card now.. but truth is that my lousy mood hasn't left me completely... like an one day phenomenon, it has stuck on and refuses to let go.. a good night's sleep would do the deed...

10:57 pm : almost finished writing what i set out to...

Once upon a time,

9:00 pm : bed-time with the Parliamentary news and World This Week (on Sunday's)

Later
10:00 pm : Sharp, like some pre-programmed machine, i would crash in to bed... (bed is sturdy and reliable)

11:00 pm : today..rather NOW.. and i am not even near the bedroom.. what a pity, what a pity!!! change in life style has been so silent and subtle, that this shift was never visible...

before midnight strikes, let me quote someone

"nadoo centre'la poraan paaru para_esi"

'tis cursed...

i refused to believe, but had to succumb to the feeling that 'indeed this audit is cursed'.

such a statement, just when it is starting, is definitely not good for the morale. but the pinching feeling inside, cannot be ignored.

why?? you may ask. well the reasons are many. but lets skip that part and move to things that do not consist my laments.

Just for fun had posted on FB saying "marriage... even if it doesn't make u husband and wife for life.... makes you a diplomat and a philosopher..."

a very true statement.. as i speak nothing but the truth... it has evoked a lot of responses from people who seem to take sadistic pleasure in the lament of a tortured soul.. aka me...

there is a lot of humour potential in marriage.. not just laughs between husband and wife... but so many many jokes on the institution itself...

why??? ask the poor tortured souls... meaning not just me.. but the opposite party also... no one is spared... even the seemingly happily married, will have at least one sarcastic joke up their sleeve..

Marriage is not a word. It is a sentence--a life sentence.

makes u wonder if it is cursed to be so... may be.. may be not.. who knows... but again... looking at how things are going... un-believers may start to believe...

this one may be old..but still evokes a laugh...

In marriage..first comes the engagement ring.. next wedding ring and next suffer-ring..

there is one joke though... i laughed so hard after cracking it.. made my BUTTER HALF laugh too... not just laugh, but rib clacking/cracking laugh... ena andha joku??? not to be shared with family audience.. so sorry..

ever since i played the role of a judge in a school play... i enjoy giving a verdict... so the verdict being.. single life is far more fun and less complicated.... summa free'ya, jolly'a irukallam...

but here's the twist... what is life without these mirch masalas?? without a BUTTER HALF to share with... i found that life took on a whole new dimension after marriage...

if u are wondering, what started me off on this.. then here is the answer... an FB status:

Mrs X:Successfully completed 100 days of married life..... !!!!

me: wondering whom to congratulate.. u or ur husband..

me: it is the wisdom of 800days...

a sumaar day...

early in the morning, had a very auspicious start... as per my new routine was walking at 6:30 am... on one side of the road, stood a few people... i saw them from the corner of my eye..

wearing white shirts, dark pants and a tie... salesmen.. and what were they selling so early in the morning???? suspense.....

I was supposed to start work on a new assignment today.. everything was perfect... perfectly not right...

i was made to sit in a store-room cum cabin... and had to wait for almost half a day until someone noticed i was in there and provided some information... information provided was somewhat connected to my actual work and more directly related to the level of sleepiness i was feeling...
in the end.. i was happy to be out of there... but the sad part is, I have to return tomorrow...

Just 2 days back.. on Sunday.. i was having the time of my life.. a trip to the amusement park... walked in the hot sun... played like a teen (can't say kid cos i was not allowed on kid's rides)... drank litres and litres of pepsi/miranda/sugracane juice/lemon juice/water ( tank was full but still felt very thirsty).... rode the cable car... fell almost asleep in that 30minute ride... and returned home tired and tanned... i can be called Karupaayee till my tan wears off...

back to the start.. what were they selling??? actually i didn't even want to know... they were canvassing for a FREE FAT check up...

Insult.. oru orama pora ennai.. satham potu kooputu fat check panna sonanga...

I was walking peacefully, on the other side of the road, intentionally to avoid them.. and they target me and approach with "Madam"... yappa saami... vidungada...

TALK TO THE HAND... and i escaaaaaaapeeee...........

Misplaced emotions...

yes.. it happened today morning... she was very angry.. this girl... responsible for making a handful of women flex their muscles and breathe in rhythm and work their bodies towards Fitness....

the reason.. someone pointed out that she was behind schedule.. aka Me saying she was LATE...

the result was a grumpy faced trainer who lead the entire class with an iron fist...

We always have a problem with dealing with our emotions.. I know i do... and it got me thinking how we misplace our emotions on some vulnerable object rather than treating the root cause...

1. hamara ghar ka darwaja (the door in our house).... poor thing.. gets slammed most of the times... had borne the brunt of my anger/hurt over the years... bears a souvenir from each encounter..

2. my idupu (waistline)... u would have heard about eating to ease emotional cravings... been there and done that many many times... if i am bored, I EAT.. if i am sad, i eat... if i am hungry, OBVIOUSLY i eat... sometimes it is chocolate, sometimes sweets... ice creams also happen along the way.. condition being that all items consumed should have high calorie content and fattening to the last bite/lick as the case may be..

3. pillow... who has not ever drenched their pillow??? atleast on one night, the poor thing would have soaked in our sorrow.. people crying out of joy are rare and they don't shy away and hide their face when doing it... for every exam result that didn't work out.. or every love letter that returned to sender... the pillow knows it all... (presently a source of pure unadulterated salt in my household)

the point....

why misplace the emotions?? treat the cause... it is the best way...

if my trainer had simply resolved to be on time hereafter..it would automatically shut any such comments in the future...

also slamming the door on the face of that X.. putting salt/chilli powder in their food (laxative is bit extreme and Goundamani style)..... and instead of burying ur face in the pillow______( u can catch the drift here)....

bottom-line... i seem to use this a lot these days.. if we learn to deal with our emotions better.. we could lead a happier and healthier life...

incidentally... grim faced, zero smile trainer was very effective in making the plump, out of shape women obey her every command... it worked...

A Summer Letter...

Dear Mercury...

How are you? I have been thinking a lot about you and when I Heard that you turned 40 decided to write without further delay.

Before you start wondering, I am Fine. Everybody says "I am Fine". Actually a little bugged. My new roomies, Perspiration and Dehydration are giving me great company these days. Wish I could really mean it when I say "Great Company". They are the uninvited guests that I am waiting to get rid off. Gave them enough hidden messages, but that doesn't seem to work. They both listen to you very well,so PLEASE do me this favour and tell them to LEAVE ME ALONE.

RAIN is on a vacation and she was the one who arranged for these two to take her place. Bad girl. It would be good if she comes back soon. Missing her a lot. But at least Wind has been keeping me company, so I am handling things better.

Mercury, I am worried about you. You are back on your old habit. Why do you get so high? What is bothering you? Try and stay clean. You are such a darling when you are sober. No one likes it when you are high.

You know what, I have come to appreciate you more after having moved away. I missed often there. You work so hard and never take a break and it makes me wonder what I would do without you. I would only say, take a chill pill.

Just bought two tickets. Planning to send Perspiration and Dehydration on a holiday. If it is free, they will bite the bait. But I need your help on this, you have to convince them. With those buggers around, I have not had a peaceful nights sleep for weeks together.

Anyway, I will sign off now. It was nice writing this letter. You better take care.

Love to see at your normal self soon.

Karuthu kanaayiram...

Raja: (Loud Gambeeramana voice) YENNA Topic edhuvum thonallaya???

Mantri: Ammam Mannah!!

R: Indru vetti pechu durbar epadi nadathuvadhu???

M: Vidumurai arivithuviduvom..

R: Nadakaadhu... Yosithu paaru Mantri.. Illai-endraal un(en) thalai urullum..

M: IDEA Mannah!!! Andha Karupu Chudidhar anindha pennai pathi pesuvom....


Well it is a imaginary re-creation of a conversation i happened to overhear today... and the girl/lady in black chudidhar was ME....

what next?? i walked away so that I do not get to hear what was exactly being discussed.

a. If it was something good, I would be be Flattered. But the crow and fox have taught us that flattery is not good.

b. If it was something bad, I would feel disheartened. I was having a pretty fine day today and didn't want some time pass comments/opinions of some strangers affect it.

Lesson: Forming an opinion of half heard conversations is futile. Making or breaking my day (life) is my choice.

In the evening, I was home early and decided to head for my Fitness classes (gym).. Met my neighbour on the way and to his question, answered that I am on the way to gym.

His opinion and mine, on the subject, were on either extremes of a scale. Never bound to meet. Bottom-line, he suggested not to go to gym and not to dance to some silly music there but instead do it at home.

a. If i had the same opinion as his..being the lazy bum i am, i would have never ventured out even on a small walk. Definitely I would not have lost 2Kilos in a month.

b. If i had shared his opinion... I would have saved 4K and gained a few more kilos.

(the advice was well meant, but would never suit me)

Lesson: Listen to good advice (Gym + Yoga + Diet= Weight Loss). Do not listen to those who discourage you. It is easy to get discouraged.

Wait!! the penultimate lesson of the day is yet to come.

This morning, a black cat was about to cross my path. Strangely our eyes locked. Do not know what struck it, but the cat made a quick U-Turn and ran away. I was dressed in black today.

No a b c analysis on this, but straight to the lesson.

You are so much of an Angel in your eyes, as much as you are a Devil in the eyes of another. So think first before pointing a finger at another.

Note: All incidents mentioned above are true and real. No cat was harmed, maybe it got a little scared, but that was purely accidental. Both the cat and I were in black and white.