This is the story I wrote for the short story contest in office today.. and coincidently it happens to be the first story I have penned in my life :-)
Little Neha never liked Mondays. She wondered why God had made a day thats not liked by just about anybody she has met in life.Mondays always seemed longer than any other day. Not just longer, they felt depressingly darker somehow.Mondays usually had you writing exams, submitting homeworks and sometimes, PTA meetings too!And as if all those were not enough to hate mondays, the Bangalore Traffic Jams, as daddy says!
And today was not just-another-monday, Neha knew. Her mom was back with her this weekend after a long span of 6 months in the US. Neha had pleaded her to take her along when her when her mom said she was to go onsite for 6 months. "In which country is onsite in mommy?" ,Neha had asked her, in between her sobs.. and mommy had laughed and taken her in her arms and said "No dear, onsite is not a place... Am going to work for a while in US for my company and that is called onsite".
She was so happy to have her mom back soon! Her grandma and grandpa had come from Chennai on Saturday and they had gone to pick her Mom from the airport on Sunday morning.
It had been a hectic weekend for little Neha. She had planned lot of surprises for her mom. Saturday was spent with Dad and Neha going around shopping for groceries, something that Neha used to love doing with her mom before she left. She would carefully pick up packets from the shelves and take a good look at whatever is written at the back, imitating her mom,
though she rarely understood anything.. but it made her feel like mommy and she loved the feeling! After taking care to pick up few packets of chikkis for her mom, she returned home and collected all her toys scattered around and put them neatly into her box.
Neha hardly slept on Saturday night thinking about all the things she planned to do once her mom is back home. She woke up her grandma time and again to ask if it was morning. She didn't remember when she slept, but was already awake and looking at the hands of the clock when grandma came to wake her up in the morning.
On Sunday she was ready even before her dad! And she stood next to the car and screamed "Daddy, come soon..we are going to be late!!" While she waited, she shouted in glee at the newspaper boy "My mama is coming today!!", and then at guy who supplied milk, at the watchman , at the uncle next door...!!
And when mom landed, Neha was running helter-skelter! She ran into her arms and hugged her mom, not speaking a word! Ah, mom's smell is so special! She was too happy to even speak!!
Back at home, the existence of dad,grandma and grandpa was completely ignored by little Neha and she was always with her mom. She did everything she had missed doing in the past 6 months.. she sang to her mom all the new songs she had learnt, mom made Neha her favourite cookies, they went out and had ice creams and then her mom read to her in the night and was at her bed side till she slept.. It was a perfect day!
Monday morning it is... Neha felt like crying out loud.. "Its not fair, I don't want to go to schoolll!!" but mom wouldn't listen. It had been raining heavily since the night before and it was quite cold.Neha remembered she had not done any of the school works in the weekend and her Dad had also completely forgotten about checking her school diary amidst all the weekend rush.
"Mommy, I have not done my English homework and the teacher is going to beat me.. You won't believe it, she beats really hard..I don't want to go...". Mom was not budging at all. She gave another pleading look at grandma knowing her heart would melt. "Let her stay at home Padma, after all she is a small kid". Neha nodded her head and with an even more sad face, she looked up at her mom again to see the response. Hmm.. no way! With a sunken heart she packed her bags and left to school in the rain.
In the bus,as she watched people on the roads with umbrellas, she thought of all the good times spent yesterday and then about her English teacher who is going to beat her soon. Neha never liked her English teacher, but yes, she hated Mondays more.
In the English class, ma'am walked in. Neha was scared to even wish her. She was the famous terror in her school.The kids never liked her because she never hesitated in beating them! Neha's throat was going dry. Teacher began looking into the notebooks of the children in the first bench.. one after the other..Neha was in the 3rd bench. As her turn was fast approaching, Neha was sweating though it was cold and damp outside.
She could hear the teacher getting angry at Rahul for having made a lot of mistakes. Tina was beaten and she began crying. Arun was sent out of the class because he didn't do his. She even said she wants to meet his parents.Peter, who sat next to Neha was fumbling with the pages when ma'am asked him his notebook. "GET OUT OF MY CLASS" she screamed and the whole class froze in silence. Peter was inconsolable.
Neha thought she would burst from within, the tension was mounting so high!
"Excuse me,ma'am. There is a message from the principal to all students" , Rajan uncle, the peon in the office was at the door. Ma'am took the paper from his hand and read out aloud to the class "On account of heavy rain in the city, considering the safety of students and members of staff, all classes have been suspended. Everybody is requested to leave the school premises and board the school buses rightaway and go home."
"Children,please go and board the school bus and return home... there are no classes today".. For a moment, Neha's face turned expressionless. Then all of a sudden she got up and screamed.."Yeeeeaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.." in joy!!
Soon enough the whole class was jumping with joy!! The teacher was also looking at the little ones and joining in thier celebrations... Everything had changed in a split second!!! Neha looked out through the glass panes as the rains lashed outside and whispered to herself
"thankyou rain!! Mondays are not so bad " and gigggled to herself.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Sunday, August 05, 2007
"Pls take an Orkut Photo for me...! "
Thanks to orkut, we have few new words to add to the dictionary. A friend of mine has made a remark on the word "scraps" but more than anything, I think its the word "orkut Photo" thats catching up fast in people's lingo..
Lets try examining what type of word it is..
Of course,its more of an adjective to the word photo.. "Da,pls take an orkut photo of mine .." which means it should be good enough to be put as a profile picture in orkut. As a matter of fact, in order to call a photo "orkut photo" ,it should satisfy the following criteria -
1) Even if I look like a mirror-cracking material in real, in an orkut photo I should like the hero/heroine right out of a sugar-coated-lovey-dovey H(B)ollywood movie.
2)The background should be perfect.. Preferably looking very similar to European countryside or New York skyline. If they can't be met, its alright,pls refer to point no : 4 for a solution.
3)There should be a touch of professional charm in the photography .. you know,something like showing you in a silhoutte with a tiny ray of sun peeping out beneath!
4) For guyz, you get extra points if the photo is taken to show a jazzy car/bike along..and for girls, its any photo where they are decked up like the ladies in kyon ki saas bhi kabhi bahu thi or for that matter, any other K-serials of Ekta Kapoor ...
5) For a handful of people, this kind of photo is taken in such tricky a way that you-will-know-its-me-but-you-can't-see-my-face... like creatively wearing a mask, taking the photo in such a way that only a portion of your face is seen (and the pose looks so natural sometimes!) These people fall in those category where they are strictly forbidden to put their photo in orkut after their worried parents/spouses read about orkut crimes (now, that will soon be another new word !) in newspapers.
6) Orkut photo also happens to be updated very frequently, like ones resume !
A recent trend in orkut photo culture is that people tend to have a "status message" along with their names where they mention if their album has been updated today or not! And then there is a swarm of activity in their scrap books "you look choooo cute yaar" blah-blah...
If you are going on a holiday, few pics are shot mandatorily just to make them candidates for orkut photos and after 5 rounds of heavy rigorous screening which is capable of scaring even our historic Abhimanyu , one of them gets to be "The chosen one". And what follows is another couple of rounds of editing contrast,lighting,removing red-eye blah-blah until the expected degree of "glamourism" is achieved!
All said and done, it would have taken half of your day...and with a satisfied smile you upload your "orkut foto", only to realise that your best friend whom you located recently is still looking at the glamorous "orkut foto" and wondering who you are!Here you are,listing down in his public scrapbook all those moments in your life that were too embarassing for words just to help your weak-memoried friend map the ugly-duckling in school to the glam-doll in the "orkut foto" ! Sigh! :-) But life goes on...
Happy Orkut Photography!
Lets try examining what type of word it is..
Of course,its more of an adjective to the word photo.. "Da,pls take an orkut photo of mine .." which means it should be good enough to be put as a profile picture in orkut. As a matter of fact, in order to call a photo "orkut photo" ,it should satisfy the following criteria -
1) Even if I look like a mirror-cracking material in real, in an orkut photo I should like the hero/heroine right out of a sugar-coated-lovey-dovey H(B)ollywood movie.
2)The background should be perfect.. Preferably looking very similar to European countryside or New York skyline. If they can't be met, its alright,pls refer to point no : 4 for a solution.
3)There should be a touch of professional charm in the photography .. you know,something like showing you in a silhoutte with a tiny ray of sun peeping out beneath!
4) For guyz, you get extra points if the photo is taken to show a jazzy car/bike along..and for girls, its any photo where they are decked up like the ladies in kyon ki saas bhi kabhi bahu thi or for that matter, any other K-serials of Ekta Kapoor ...
5) For a handful of people, this kind of photo is taken in such tricky a way that you-will-know-its-me-but-you-can't-see-my-face... like creatively wearing a mask, taking the photo in such a way that only a portion of your face is seen (and the pose looks so natural sometimes!) These people fall in those category where they are strictly forbidden to put their photo in orkut after their worried parents/spouses read about orkut crimes (now, that will soon be another new word !) in newspapers.
6) Orkut photo also happens to be updated very frequently, like ones resume !
A recent trend in orkut photo culture is that people tend to have a "status message" along with their names where they mention if their album has been updated today or not! And then there is a swarm of activity in their scrap books "you look choooo cute yaar" blah-blah...
If you are going on a holiday, few pics are shot mandatorily just to make them candidates for orkut photos and after 5 rounds of heavy rigorous screening which is capable of scaring even our historic Abhimanyu , one of them gets to be "The chosen one". And what follows is another couple of rounds of editing contrast,lighting,removing red-eye blah-blah until the expected degree of "glamourism" is achieved!
All said and done, it would have taken half of your day...and with a satisfied smile you upload your "orkut foto", only to realise that your best friend whom you located recently is still looking at the glamorous "orkut foto" and wondering who you are!Here you are,listing down in his public scrapbook all those moments in your life that were too embarassing for words just to help your weak-memoried friend map the ugly-duckling in school to the glam-doll in the "orkut foto" ! Sigh! :-) But life goes on...
Happy Orkut Photography!
Monday, July 16, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Voila!! Yet Another Crap!!!!! [Contd.. Its Italian! ]
If nothing makes sense...read this first.. and this.. and then the following.. 
Huh??? Call it 'Italian Makeover' or 'Getting Duped at the cost of 75 lakhs' whatever!!!!!
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Italian Hobs and chimneys could be something great..but not when manufactured locally... !!! An Italian price tag is not what we mean by Italian, dude!
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Italian Hobs and chimneys could be something great..but not when manufactured locally... !!! An Italian price tag is not what we mean by Italian, dude!Saturday, June 23, 2007
See ...I told u so!!! [ Contd .. Its Italian]
I spoke of the Italian thingie yesterday and see what I chanced upon today at Cosmos Mall .... Am now on a look out for more such crappy ads...so keep watching this space for more updates..
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How Italian (and designer for that matter!) can a simple dessert get??????????? Hello....we are not so dumb!!!!
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How Italian (and designer for that matter!) can a simple dessert get??????????? Hello....we are not so dumb!!!!
Friday, June 22, 2007
Its Italian !
From flooring tiles to electric chimneys to kitchen hobs to modular kitchens,these days its Italian all the way!! The reason the vendors give for quoting such an unearthly flabberghasting prices for commodities that are from never-before-heard-brands are that "They are Italian ma'am" (as though that gives any reason for you to pay more for something that a trusted indian brand can give for one fourth the price he said!)
Now whats it about this "Italian"-mania that has caught up with people like wild fire? How did this wave come up? And are they genuinely Italian?? How diferent is its quality when compared to the indian brands? Is it really worth all this hype??
As far as I understand (from the research that Sand and I have done in the past one year on building materials and furnishings) there is absolutely no difference at all. Moreover, Indian brands are much superior in quality and I doubt if their claims about the product being Italian is really genuine! And the supposedly "italian brands" all land up only in the city's huge showrooms located in posh areas where the sight of a customer buying their product is itself a remotely rare incident! And its only natural for vendors like this to brand their products as "italian" and place a smart price tag too , for how else are they intending to pay for the huge rents for having their showroom in posh areas!
While on our way back home after a drive in the city on a weekend, I was looking around for a shop that sells glass for doing a glass painting.. Passing through Indra Nagar, there was no shop that I could see which saw a potential. Finally I noticed a huge art gallery , obviously empty , and pondered aloud about giving it a try..and Sand exclaimed.. " Hey no, not there...that looks like the places we have seen where a mere Rs 25 glass-piece would cost like Rs 400 and they would put all the blame for the huge cost on the "Italian finish and processing" ... " That says it all I guess .. :-)
PS : Am not against anything genuinly Italian. No room for controversies here please !
Now whats it about this "Italian"-mania that has caught up with people like wild fire? How did this wave come up? And are they genuinely Italian?? How diferent is its quality when compared to the indian brands? Is it really worth all this hype??
As far as I understand (from the research that Sand and I have done in the past one year on building materials and furnishings) there is absolutely no difference at all. Moreover, Indian brands are much superior in quality and I doubt if their claims about the product being Italian is really genuine! And the supposedly "italian brands" all land up only in the city's huge showrooms located in posh areas where the sight of a customer buying their product is itself a remotely rare incident! And its only natural for vendors like this to brand their products as "italian" and place a smart price tag too , for how else are they intending to pay for the huge rents for having their showroom in posh areas!
While on our way back home after a drive in the city on a weekend, I was looking around for a shop that sells glass for doing a glass painting.. Passing through Indra Nagar, there was no shop that I could see which saw a potential. Finally I noticed a huge art gallery , obviously empty , and pondered aloud about giving it a try..and Sand exclaimed.. " Hey no, not there...that looks like the places we have seen where a mere Rs 25 glass-piece would cost like Rs 400 and they would put all the blame for the huge cost on the "Italian finish and processing" ... " That says it all I guess .. :-)
PS : Am not against anything genuinly Italian. No room for controversies here please !
Monday, June 04, 2007
Cooking for Dummies - The 10 point Mantra!
1) Before you start off anything,DO NOT check if you have all the ingredients. If you do so,believe me, you will not only end up having cooked nothing but also doubly hungry than what you were 2 hrs ago.
2) As a corollary to the above, it is a fact that you are never in posession of all the ingredients mentioned in the recipe. And DON'T even try to fetch them from somewhere!Its a waste of time! This was my first important lesson.
3) If the missing ingredients happen to be scattered mostly in the top portion of the recipe in the book, it means you are in danger.. (you are trying to make a chicken biriyani without chicken!). Instead if they are towards the bottom,breathe easy, leaving them out is purely harmless !
4) If you have decided to cook something, don't even think twice! Cook it!
5) While cooking non-veg, rely on those Meat Masalas to save your day! They make up for your bloopers very well! :-)
6) Keep stirring like crazy.... non-stop !!!!! :-))))
7)Keep your recipes out-of-reach of your victims so that you don't give them too much of hope and they don't know what exactly were you attempting to cook! (If the victim happens to be somebody who knows what exactly we possess and what we don't,then surely don't allow him/her to take a look, cos its people's nature to notice what is not than what is.. human
psychology ;-) )
8) Keep your utensils squeaky-clean. This way you earn trust of your victims ! This also slightly lessens their tension and helps them to relax (atleast,until they actually taste it!) ;-)
9) If the dishes get really bad, serve them in your bestest bowls (aesthetic appeal does a lot to soothe the strength of "de-complimenting" ;-) )
10) Finally, if you are lucky enough to get a pass score ,make sure you let the world know of it! Move the contents to a jazzier serving bowl, garnish it with anything that you lay your hands upon,take snaps from all angles and multiple lights ,send it across to all of your friends, declare it on your blog (if possible, update your orkut album too!!) ... phew! we are not done yet.. use your mobile fones buddies...call up friends and send sms!!!!
Once done with all this circus, bow to your audience and thank your victims for having co-operated :-D
Happy Cooking....Be a Winner!!!
PS :- Sorry Sand.., But I know u still love me :-p
2) As a corollary to the above, it is a fact that you are never in posession of all the ingredients mentioned in the recipe. And DON'T even try to fetch them from somewhere!Its a waste of time! This was my first important lesson.
3) If the missing ingredients happen to be scattered mostly in the top portion of the recipe in the book, it means you are in danger.. (you are trying to make a chicken biriyani without chicken!). Instead if they are towards the bottom,breathe easy, leaving them out is purely harmless !
4) If you have decided to cook something, don't even think twice! Cook it!
5) While cooking non-veg, rely on those Meat Masalas to save your day! They make up for your bloopers very well! :-)
6) Keep stirring like crazy.... non-stop !!!!! :-))))
7)Keep your recipes out-of-reach of your victims so that you don't give them too much of hope and they don't know what exactly were you attempting to cook! (If the victim happens to be somebody who knows what exactly we possess and what we don't,then surely don't allow him/her to take a look, cos its people's nature to notice what is not than what is.. human
psychology ;-) )
8) Keep your utensils squeaky-clean. This way you earn trust of your victims ! This also slightly lessens their tension and helps them to relax (atleast,until they actually taste it!) ;-)
9) If the dishes get really bad, serve them in your bestest bowls (aesthetic appeal does a lot to soothe the strength of "de-complimenting" ;-) )
10) Finally, if you are lucky enough to get a pass score ,make sure you let the world know of it! Move the contents to a jazzier serving bowl, garnish it with anything that you lay your hands upon,take snaps from all angles and multiple lights ,send it across to all of your friends, declare it on your blog (if possible, update your orkut album too!!) ... phew! we are not done yet.. use your mobile fones buddies...call up friends and send sms!!!!
Once done with all this circus, bow to your audience and thank your victims for having co-operated :-D
Happy Cooking....Be a Winner!!!
PS :- Sorry Sand.., But I know u still love me :-p
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Why Everybody needs a Mom like Mine!!!! :-))
Mom was quite shaken when she discovered that she had one of the most deadliest "PJ sense" ..I think it was around the time when my bro was in college... He called it a kind of "parallel thinking". Am strictly prohibited from listing down any of her PJ's on my blog (In fact,she doesn't even want me to tell it to my frnds coz she thinks its awkward for moms to crack PJs!!)
Yesterday, in between the rain of test sms-es I was getting from her (She was learning to type/send sms yesterday!!) ,I msged back asking her to contribute something for my blog if she was free. And here is what she wrote for my blog....
(Its entirely un-edited)
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Hi Beti,
Sub:- Mother of a Bloggist(blogger-bloggistsariyalle?)
Once upon a time there lived a bloggist.She lived wth her Mother blogger &Father.Blogging is her hobby & she asked everybod towrite blogs.One day poor Mother blogger tried to blog& fell asleep.The moral of the story is anybody who wants to sleep may write blogs. 'Kutty karayenda.' I liked yourblogs.Especially about your mother,about the cookingskills you have inherited from your mother etc .I went30 years back when I started my experiments in the kitchen. Poor Dad,Now poor Sandy. Anyway carry onwith cooking & blogging.Photograph of girl playing inrain looks nice.I want to see you. .Please come & haveChoodu kappa & meen curry.
I told Etta that I am goingto write blog for Soo."Enikku vayya " ennuparanju.Avan onnum vayikkarilla ennu paranju. Naanpavamalle.Ithu porey.
Bye
Mom.
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And I guess now u know why I say "Ende mommy oru rakshayumilla"!!! :-))
Yesterday, in between the rain of test sms-es I was getting from her (She was learning to type/send sms yesterday!!) ,I msged back asking her to contribute something for my blog if she was free. And here is what she wrote for my blog....
(Its entirely un-edited)
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Hi Beti,
Sub:- Mother of a Bloggist(blogger-bloggistsariyalle?)
Once upon a time there lived a bloggist.She lived wth her Mother blogger &Father.Blogging is her hobby & she asked everybod towrite blogs.One day poor Mother blogger tried to blog& fell asleep.The moral of the story is anybody who wants to sleep may write blogs. 'Kutty karayenda.' I liked yourblogs.Especially about your mother,about the cookingskills you have inherited from your mother etc .I went30 years back when I started my experiments in the kitchen. Poor Dad,Now poor Sandy. Anyway carry onwith cooking & blogging.Photograph of girl playing inrain looks nice.I want to see you. .Please come & haveChoodu kappa & meen curry.
I told Etta that I am goingto write blog for Soo."Enikku vayya " ennuparanju.Avan onnum vayikkarilla ennu paranju. Naanpavamalle.Ithu porey.
Bye
Mom.
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And I guess now u know why I say "Ende mommy oru rakshayumilla"!!! :-))
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
I love the rains coz....
The skies are cloudy today and it looks like we will have a downpour here tonight.. At last!! Today's post might look very silly and 6-yr-oldish but can't help it..am in such a dunno-wat-to-do-so-bored mood!
So here we go...
I love it when it rains coz..
-> I love watching the dark clouds covering up the skies ready to burst any moment. And that moment when the first big drop of rain splatters on my arm, I am reminded that I have no umbrella with me and that am wearing the newest and my favourite-st clothes which had a tag "Dry-clean only" ... The feeling of utter helplessness as you look around for a shelter not there combined with the glee as it starts pouring is a strange feeling a lil similar to the one you have had when u faced that question paper on computer organization and design back in 4th semester and you saw that all the questions were "out-of-syllabus" and you didn't have a clue as to what they are asking you to elaborate for 15 marks!!! All you did then was look around and giggle. Same here when you are soaked to you skin...
-> I love the smell of the damp earth. It makes me look too poetic and romantic, but naah... just that somehow it makes me want to go home :-(
-> Mom makes kappa-meen curry then for sure !!! A hard-core kappa fan ,my mom se
es to it that we have a steaming kappa and spicy meen curry awaiting us when we get back home drenched completely...yummmmyyyy..
-> Most of the time we have the famous power failures!!! And its time to curl up in the bed with a warm blanket and pillow.. No wonder power failures were such a "Most Wanted Phenomenon"!
-> Rains might bring a rainbow... one more thing which I can keep watching until it disappears.. Last week ,I was in the company bus at 6 when I noticed a beautiful rainbow looking like a bridge between two towers. I tried showing it to a girl from the same stop who was sitting next to me.. "Look , there is a rainbow.."..She looked around and asked me "A what?? Where?" .. I said again .."A Rainbow...see there..looks nice na..".. She looked took one look at it and said "Haa..yeah...rainbow" and returned to listenig to the chattering of RJ's on her cell. Got so annoyed.. rainbow vs RJ, RJ wins??? Too bad!!! :-(
-> You are relieved to know that if God himself cries at times (naah..thru out the season!) , its alright for u too to shed a few :-p
So here we go...
I love it when it rains coz..
-> I love watching the dark clouds covering up the skies ready to burst any moment. And that moment when the first big drop of rain splatters on my arm, I am reminded that I have no umbrella with me and that am wearing the newest and my favourite-st clothes which had a tag "Dry-clean only" ... The feeling of utter helplessness as you look around for a shelter not there combined with the glee as it starts pouring is a strange feeling a lil similar to the one you have had when u faced that question paper on computer organization and design back in 4th semester and you saw that all the questions were "out-of-syllabus" and you didn't have a clue as to what they are asking you to elaborate for 15 marks!!! All you did then was look around and giggle. Same here when you are soaked to you skin...
-> I love the smell of the damp earth. It makes me look too poetic and romantic, but naah... just that somehow it makes me want to go home :-(
-> Mom makes kappa-meen curry then for sure !!! A hard-core kappa fan ,my mom se
es to it that we have a steaming kappa and spicy meen curry awaiting us when we get back home drenched completely...yummmmyyyy..-> Most of the time we have the famous power failures!!! And its time to curl up in the bed with a warm blanket and pillow.. No wonder power failures were such a "Most Wanted Phenomenon"!
-> Rains might bring a rainbow... one more thing which I can keep watching until it disappears.. Last week ,I was in the company bus at 6 when I noticed a beautiful rainbow looking like a bridge between two towers. I tried showing it to a girl from the same stop who was sitting next to me.. "Look , there is a rainbow.."..She looked around and asked me "A what?? Where?" .. I said again .."A Rainbow...see there..looks nice na..".. She looked took one look at it and said "Haa..yeah...rainbow" and returned to listenig to the chattering of RJ's on her cell. Got so annoyed.. rainbow vs RJ, RJ wins??? Too bad!!! :-(
-> You are relieved to know that if God himself cries at times (naah..thru out the season!) , its alright for u too to shed a few :-p
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Like Daddy Like Daddy-in-Law!
The conversation was turning very interesting one day...Sand and I were discussing about childhood days and the topic carelessly swirled to our dads.. And it didn't take long for us to keep exclaiming "hey, my dad used to say/do the SAME THING when we were kids" after every new point we discussed abt our dads... Surprisingly,the points we noted were in no way helpful to conclude that all daddies around the world were the same coz the similarities we noticed were not something that you would readily tag as a daddyish-behaviour...they were more or less character specific traits,rather than a role-specific trend. AT the back of my mind,I had already decided to blog about this... And here goes the points:
1) Both our dads NEVER EVER used to get us Pepsi/Coke/or any aerated drinks for that matter,when we were young. For me, the restriction went as far as to my teens.
2) Chewing Gum was a strict ban. No matter how efficiently you list down the names of dads of your friends who don't have a blanket-ban on gums, its not going to work here.A ban is a ban is a STRICT BAN !
3) Sand and I,both, had one long-term Homeo doc (not the same) who used to be at our aid when we were running temperatures or when we showed symptoms of measles. He was always The One and Only Doc trusted by our dads.. And the tiny sugary pills were the only medicines that were given to us for a long time in childhood! (One more common point : both of us loved the pills!!:-D )
4) Sea was always a nightmare for both our dads when we were kids (or even in our teens ). Even wetting our legs was a result of a deal made in half-an-hour after we have decided if the legs are to be made wet one inch above the knees or half an inch below. :-)
5) Both our dads used to love getting us masala dosas when we went out in the evening... There was hardly any room for a second thinking when asked what we wanted ! :-) And strangely, ice creams were also in the pls-avoid list for both our dads!! And stranger still, we never protested too !
6) Both our dads love the same fruit :Bananas ! 'Nothing like Bananas' was the common punch line that was mentioned on a daily basis and once this is said, the rule goes without saying that you are supposed to eat atleast 2 after your dinner so that "the loo-blues" are avoided!! :-S
7) "Train-il poyaal cutlet venammmm " :-) And dads ,though try to make us understand that they are made in unhygienic conditions, have to relent to the cries!
8) Both our dads are the "trusted-unofficial career consultant" for many a worried parent of a Standard Xth student and both have a soft corner for the engineering stream and make it a point to suggest a rigorous entrance coaching at trissur from the famous Mr.P.C.Thomas's when asked what stream is the best for their son/daughter who has scored a 98% in their boards!
So much said and done , the discussion was such a relief for both us....coz when you realise that your daddy in law is no different from your own dad , you can be sure that a blog on this would be met with a safe response from either sides and that you needn't duck your head!!!! :-))
Love ya Daddy and Daddy-in-law!
1) Both our dads NEVER EVER used to get us Pepsi/Coke/or any aerated drinks for that matter,when we were young. For me, the restriction went as far as to my teens.
2) Chewing Gum was a strict ban. No matter how efficiently you list down the names of dads of your friends who don't have a blanket-ban on gums, its not going to work here.A ban is a ban is a STRICT BAN !
3) Sand and I,both, had one long-term Homeo doc (not the same) who used to be at our aid when we were running temperatures or when we showed symptoms of measles. He was always The One and Only Doc trusted by our dads.. And the tiny sugary pills were the only medicines that were given to us for a long time in childhood! (One more common point : both of us loved the pills!!:-D )
4) Sea was always a nightmare for both our dads when we were kids (or even in our teens ). Even wetting our legs was a result of a deal made in half-an-hour after we have decided if the legs are to be made wet one inch above the knees or half an inch below. :-)
5) Both our dads used to love getting us masala dosas when we went out in the evening... There was hardly any room for a second thinking when asked what we wanted ! :-) And strangely, ice creams were also in the pls-avoid list for both our dads!! And stranger still, we never protested too !
6) Both our dads love the same fruit :Bananas ! 'Nothing like Bananas' was the common punch line that was mentioned on a daily basis and once this is said, the rule goes without saying that you are supposed to eat atleast 2 after your dinner so that "the loo-blues" are avoided!! :-S
7) "Train-il poyaal cutlet venammmm " :-) And dads ,though try to make us understand that they are made in unhygienic conditions, have to relent to the cries!
8) Both our dads are the "trusted-unofficial career consultant" for many a worried parent of a Standard Xth student and both have a soft corner for the engineering stream and make it a point to suggest a rigorous entrance coaching at trissur from the famous Mr.P.C.Thomas's when asked what stream is the best for their son/daughter who has scored a 98% in their boards!
So much said and done , the discussion was such a relief for both us....coz when you realise that your daddy in law is no different from your own dad , you can be sure that a blog on this would be met with a safe response from either sides and that you needn't duck your head!!!! :-))
Love ya Daddy and Daddy-in-law!
Friday, May 18, 2007
Is Google Sexist???????
I got this mail from a friend which went on to say that Men have finally won over women and that there is a proof..I thought it must be yet another mail thread where in the whole of the women clan is made to look like a world of blondes ! (Now, I don't have anything against the blondes... I want no controversies here!! Its just that "blondes" have almost become synonymous to ..err..well..."blessed-with-brains-yet-unaware-of-its-presence" kind) . As I scrolled down, I expected pics of how women hvae parked their cars in never-before manners or how they have rammed into somebody else's car (women's driving skills are always in question!!! ) blah-blah... and finally a note to fwd it to "all the men in the world to prove we are superior and to all women who have a good sense of humour" ...well said... !
But no, instead this is what I found... Try typing "she invented" in google search and see the outcome...
But no, instead this is what I found... Try typing "she invented" in google search and see the outcome...
Makes me wonder.... Is google a sexist???? :-((
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Flash News : Absconding Blogger found in a new marital status!
Am back! After a long period of absence from (b)logam, I thought I needed a break from the busy life I was living! The last note of indication that I was alive happened on Dec 19th..after that life was whroooooommmm!!!! On Jan 21st, I got married to my best(est) friend, we moved to our new home on Jan 30th, honeymooned in Goa,Delhi and Manali and got back after a nice luxuriously pampered holiday, on Feb 10th, sun kissed and full of enthu ... only to be bit by the reality ---> " OUR NEW HOME " sounds romantic enough, but the flip side of the coin reveals the 2 BHK's pathetic condition ... the word "new" in "Our new home" is a far call to being romantic, unless it happens like in the ads on TV where the hero brings in the heroine blind-folded into the new house and the moment he unfolds her, the song sequence flows in .. "yeh he mera ghar..mera hamsafar.." and the heroine takes alook around at the beautifully lit house,sparkingly clean and decorated...hugs the hero and the name of the Paints come on the screen! For the two of us,the house was still very much terrifyingly new...which roughly translates to something like the moment you open the main door,you should be closing your nose rather than your eyes coz you are greeted with a cloud of dust.. step in with your right foot forward and as you move on, you will turn back and see that you have indeed lovely foot prints against the film of cement powder on the floor.
So with both of us literally "biting the dust", there was nothing other than dusting, vaccuming, cleaning, mopping, dusting, cleaning, mopping, again vaccuming, shopping, more shopping, still more shopping, exchanging shopped items, transfering goods here and there, bringing our things to the 3rd floor taking the stairs coz the lifts were not functional...phew!!! In one week, with the able support from my mom and dad, we were almost settled.. (and so had the dust!)..
Soon the kitchen had some activities going on ..Thanks to mom! Every other day on my way back in the bus I would remind myself that I will have to do the cooking once mom goes back to Kerala and so learn to cook atleats one dish today! But sadly enough, by the time I reached home, point one ,I would be dog tired after being mentally over powered by 2 major traffic jams and a mosquitoe laden bus.. point two , mom would have already got the dinner ready! :-(
After a week's no-responsibilities-yet-married (!!) state of bliss, my dad and mom left to Kerala (boo-hoo!!) and the truth stuck me.. The kitchen is under my jurisdiction ! With the highly infectious compliments from hubby dear ( I taste the curry and say...wow..it tastes amazing... and he tastes it and I wait and watch his expressions and look away only after I make sure that he starts feeling "wow..it tastes amazing" :-)) ) I managed to have a good start with veggie dishes and during an auspicious weekend, I laid my hands on fishes as well. The Success Story in the Kitchen was taking me to the seventh heaven and the feeling of pride was as obvious as the taste of salt in my dishes and ploooooop...one day 2 nice juicy pieces of neimeen turned to karimeen ( :(( --> karimeen = karinja + meen )! That one incident was enough to bring me down from a feeling-of-high aka Am-I-Tarla-Dalal !
After 3 months,am still picking up the basic lessons of cooking..I have 2 books that I hold close to my heart for survival--> both self authored by a famous cook back home (yeah, my mom!) which gives me detailed instructions like no one can give (Eg : Take 3/4th spoon of salt if you are using the spoon inside your salt dabba or take 1 spoon in case you are using the new ones we bought from ******* super market! Or in another instance, she says, take the dal from the
jars on the left cup-board ,so that I don't demonstrate my famous dal-indentification-knowlege (or lack of it) !)
So life has been treating me good...and so has my husband :) (News about my "animal husbandry" (!!) would require yet another blog...so am saving it for the next time...I have loadddddsss to tell you !!)
And in case you thought I was sticking to my home..naah... am back at work too...and juggling the 2 totally different "applications" decently well :-))
Time for me to make dinner now...Catch u on another day...Till then...Take care... and Get married soon... (Believe me,all those nasty quotes of weddings are nothing but media-hype ;-) Actually,its great!!)
So with both of us literally "biting the dust", there was nothing other than dusting, vaccuming, cleaning, mopping, dusting, cleaning, mopping, again vaccuming, shopping, more shopping, still more shopping, exchanging shopped items, transfering goods here and there, bringing our things to the 3rd floor taking the stairs coz the lifts were not functional...phew!!! In one week, with the able support from my mom and dad, we were almost settled.. (and so had the dust!)..
Soon the kitchen had some activities going on ..Thanks to mom! Every other day on my way back in the bus I would remind myself that I will have to do the cooking once mom goes back to Kerala and so learn to cook atleats one dish today! But sadly enough, by the time I reached home, point one ,I would be dog tired after being mentally over powered by 2 major traffic jams and a mosquitoe laden bus.. point two , mom would have already got the dinner ready! :-(
After a week's no-responsibilities-yet-married (!!) state of bliss, my dad and mom left to Kerala (boo-hoo!!) and the truth stuck me.. The kitchen is under my jurisdiction ! With the highly infectious compliments from hubby dear ( I taste the curry and say...wow..it tastes amazing... and he tastes it and I wait and watch his expressions and look away only after I make sure that he starts feeling "wow..it tastes amazing" :-)) ) I managed to have a good start with veggie dishes and during an auspicious weekend, I laid my hands on fishes as well. The Success Story in the Kitchen was taking me to the seventh heaven and the feeling of pride was as obvious as the taste of salt in my dishes and ploooooop...one day 2 nice juicy pieces of neimeen turned to karimeen ( :(( --> karimeen = karinja + meen )! That one incident was enough to bring me down from a feeling-of-high aka Am-I-Tarla-Dalal !
After 3 months,am still picking up the basic lessons of cooking..I have 2 books that I hold close to my heart for survival--> both self authored by a famous cook back home (yeah, my mom!) which gives me detailed instructions like no one can give (Eg : Take 3/4th spoon of salt if you are using the spoon inside your salt dabba or take 1 spoon in case you are using the new ones we bought from ******* super market! Or in another instance, she says, take the dal from the
jars on the left cup-board ,so that I don't demonstrate my famous dal-indentification-knowlege (or lack of it) !)
So life has been treating me good...and so has my husband :) (News about my "animal husbandry" (!!) would require yet another blog...so am saving it for the next time...I have loadddddsss to tell you !!)
And in case you thought I was sticking to my home..naah... am back at work too...and juggling the 2 totally different "applications" decently well :-))
Time for me to make dinner now...Catch u on another day...Till then...Take care... and Get married soon... (Believe me,all those nasty quotes of weddings are nothing but media-hype ;-) Actually,its great!!)
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
The Story of the Notorious Wedding Card...
I am only a week old, a simple colourful image file, created out of the fantasies of a young couple about to be married. It seems my creators did foresee that I will be popular with a lot of people and I would bring a smile to many a face during moments of boredom in between coding and compiling, even though I didn't have to serve them the purpose for which I was created. And well, I proved to be beyond their expectations of me !!
My creators named me okt-ver2,a humble name sans glamour, though I protested when I saw that my name contained a '-' ! So strange! No means of protest survived and I thought I would have to live my entire life with that name! But now I have lots of nick names, so many that even my creators themselves don't have a clue!
A couple of days after I was born, my creators let me loose into a new world.. it was a puzzling web initially,but later on, with God's blessings, I mastered the skill of wading through it. My creators had sent me to around 50 of their friends and I was to carry out the Mission-Invitation. I did that job wonderfully and everybody who saw me appreciated my work and I even managed to have a reasonably large fan following..(of course, without my creators knowledge! )
Soon, I met more nice people and made lots of new friends , who kept introducing me to atleast another 10 set of people every 5 minutes!!! My friends circle was growing at an alarming geometric progression that my creators started getting aware of my popularity! I was skeptical about how they would react about this unexpected popularity from all the four corners.. but they took it in their stride!
And today, I know not how many mailboxes I live in.. because my creators have lost count of the places I have visited! My creators must be missing me , but little do they know that I have kept coming back to them once in a while , though with a different name each time , to tell them that I am still alive and bringing a smile on more faces as I widen my network of friends...And to think I was created just for a handful of people alone!!!!
People leave behind memories when they die... My turn to leave also will come as soon my mission is done...in a month,to be precise..but am sure people who loved me will have a special place for me somewhere...always... Thank you,its been nice meeting all of you!!
Yours truly, okt-ver2.
My creators named me okt-ver2,a humble name sans glamour, though I protested when I saw that my name contained a '-' ! So strange! No means of protest survived and I thought I would have to live my entire life with that name! But now I have lots of nick names, so many that even my creators themselves don't have a clue!
A couple of days after I was born, my creators let me loose into a new world.. it was a puzzling web initially,but later on, with God's blessings, I mastered the skill of wading through it. My creators had sent me to around 50 of their friends and I was to carry out the Mission-Invitation. I did that job wonderfully and everybody who saw me appreciated my work and I even managed to have a reasonably large fan following..(of course, without my creators knowledge! )
Soon, I met more nice people and made lots of new friends , who kept introducing me to atleast another 10 set of people every 5 minutes!!! My friends circle was growing at an alarming geometric progression that my creators started getting aware of my popularity! I was skeptical about how they would react about this unexpected popularity from all the four corners.. but they took it in their stride!
And today, I know not how many mailboxes I live in.. because my creators have lost count of the places I have visited! My creators must be missing me , but little do they know that I have kept coming back to them once in a while , though with a different name each time , to tell them that I am still alive and bringing a smile on more faces as I widen my network of friends...And to think I was created just for a handful of people alone!!!!
People leave behind memories when they die... My turn to leave also will come as soon my mission is done...in a month,to be precise..but am sure people who loved me will have a special place for me somewhere...always... Thank you,its been nice meeting all of you!!
Yours truly, okt-ver2.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
For you, Vaish and Malu..
Most of my posts on this blog have been reminiscences of my childhood. And it goes without saying that my friends in school, without their knowledge, played a role in making me the person I am. Infact , there might not be anything significant looking at it in a glance, but from a closer perspective, you realise how much those small changes they made out of you are still carried along in your persona. Probably, these small changes are your distinguishing attribute today that people identify you with. This post is a small dedication to all my friends I have had until now to show them how much they have meant to me and specifically targeted at two people in my life for whom the tag "My Best Friends" is only an understatement - Dedicated to Vaish and Malu.
Galz, I know its been a looong time since we cuddled together for a warm chat catching up on the latest of the latest of things under the sun, but those memories still linger fresh in my mind.. Am very very sorry that I am posting our loony-toony thoughts and embarrassingly funny ideas on this blog, but I thought this was the best way to get nostalgic! :-) So start turning pink.... :-))
Remember galz, when somebody asked about our friendship we used to make sure one of us
mentioned this vital stats without fail that "Our friendship,you know, dates back to 1989 !! " and how we loved to watch in eager the expression on the listeners face doing atleast 5 rounds of change from an "hmm" to " ohhh??" to "wow" to "thats cool" to "going green with jealousy" to "ohh,they are so proud" !!! The "going green with jealousy" was our fave among them :-)) Even if this emotion wasn't evident (for the plain reason that it was absent!) we would imagine that everybody would get jealous at that statement!!! lolz..! And remember how the teachers would ask us "Where is the third of the trimurthi?? " when one of us stayed back in class ??
Any idea how many pranks we have played on the poor librarians??? Vaish, I know you might be praying from the bottom of your heart that I shouldn't mention about the embarrassing incident when you placed the Nancy Drew you borrowed from the library on one of the cycles of God-alone-knows-who only to find the cycle missing after we returned..and you lied to T* Sir that you had returned the book to him on Wednesday evening... You sounded so convincing to even Malu and me who knew the truth very well that no wonder T* sir relented in the end and actually said " Oh yes...I rememeber..Vaishnavi,You did return the book on wednesday and I probably didn't update the register" !!! Vaish , you still retain the crown for the Best Liar I have ever met!!!
And remember those after-school Club Activities hours.. when we would wait for that one painfully long hour of painting to get over so that we can run through the dark verandahs in the school playing Hide-n-Seek and Help? And remember how we all used to desert A* in the game by making him the seeker always coz we thought he was too irritating?? And during one of those days the three of us somehow got away from the rest of the kids when we stopped to drink some water and Malu got so drunk (yes guys, Just plain H2O ! ) that she fell on the floor and was later found dancing to a Suneil Shetty number "oh jaaneman " ??
And I think it was during one of those after-school club activities days while we munched away those (banned) yummy paruppuvadas (made out of "unhygienic oil, don't have it children" - or so claimed by A* ma'am ,who nevertheless had 2 of them everyday at sharp 11 AM ) wrapped in newspaper from our very own 5* Manju Tea Stall that we decided we will have a reunion , just the three of us, in the year 2010, on Dec 25th at nowhere but Manju Tea Stall ! What of that galz ?? :D
And how we loved to imitate our teachers... especially the way P* sir said"Portiaaaa ...hmmm..portia ki umar shaayad pachaas teekh rahegi .." and greyed out my hair entirely for the Shakespeare play for the Annual Day despite me screaming in protest .."Sirrr....Portia is married just nowwwwww...She is young!!" And what about those series of humorous characters ,better known in school as Social Science teachers... remember S* ma'am, who at the thought of her upcoming wedding went to a shopping spree, only to buy a hand-bag looking half like a pomeranian pup and half like a snow man , and looking the least like a hand-bag of a school teacher!! I remember Vaish blushing and answering "Sunsilk,ma'am " when she asked her "Which shampoo do you use Vaishnavi ?" !!!! And the way she used to start every History class with her trade marked sentence "Bachon, aaj me tumhe itihaas ek kahani ke roop me sunaathi hoo ..puraaaaaaane kaal me jab bhaarath me aarya log rehthe the tab bharath me chaaaaaaar varg the... brahman,kshatreeya,vaish aur shoodra..isme braahman.. " zzzzzzzzz.... :-)) What about her successor L* ma'am who resembled a horse when she got angry!
Remember those times we got sooooo jealous when MK* ma'am ignored us completely in the English periods and showered all her attention on A* ?? And we vowed we would come up with better ideas for our activities ..much better than A*'s :-) , and we believed (hoped!) secretely she still had a soft corner for us and that she was just not showing it out! It wouldn't be fair on my part to skip a mention about the Hindi classes by S* Sir! I remember how everything would just vapourize away from our heads and we would jsut be blinking away when he asks us a question, his eyes gleaming with terror !!! And remember all those times we ended up writing essays as impositions " only 500 times, before 3 o' clock " even though we knew the answer but had gone into a paralysis when the hand was pointed at us followed by a thundering "You" !!!
Okie, lets not mumble about our teachers now...we did love them a lot for whoever they are ! :-) And galz, I wonder what happened to our "Dead Man's Path" , the banned shortcut to the library where you had to duck your heads as we pass in front of princi's office enroute! Not to mention that deserted machine in the play ground which had enough nooks and hideouts for us to play hide-n-seek ! Of course, I remember that sapling we had all planted together on Vanamahotsava. The mud was so dirty that it was stinking and we were very close to our guess about a toilet being in its vicinity, but after all that effort, I still remember the wide smiles we had on our faces when we watered it! I guess it must have become a tree by now !
Do you remember how we used to read only "fat" books so that we could score atleast 5 point in one go to earn the Reading Habit Award?? Or those moments of Shivaji-Raman-Tagore-Asoka House competitions! Can't forget those Annual Day Drama practices... the secret crushes we have had,followed by the crush-failures(!!).... how we took turns when only 2 were allowed in one bench and one of us had to move out and sit with Ms A*.. how we returned home after a good 8 hours spent talking in school , yet found something new to talk on the phone from five in the evening to seven !! And how my mom scolded me for keeping the phone busy (those days we didn't have that "Press 2" option to keep somebody on hold...all mommy could hear for hours was the familiar bugging beeeeeeeeeeeep beeeeeeeep!!)
Phew!!!! I could go on and on, coz there is still so much unsaid about the absent-minded Malu who used to cry so much initially for every single reason which used to scare us a little...Her eyes would go red and they would well up with tears,big blots streaming down her face while she screamed "I am NOT crying" :-)) (OK,I have to admit that later on she literally stopped crying and even when the whole class cried,she wouldn't and she would look at others with an expression that suggested crying was a sin !!) or the emotional Vaish who sometimes got too emotional that Malu and me were met with a tearful Vaish after our class-play about Brain-Drain in English class! May be a part 2 will follow... !!! Probably more parts!!! :-))) But I guess I should stop here ofr today!! Love you buddies, for all your gimmicks and love!!!! Ciao!
Galz, I know its been a looong time since we cuddled together for a warm chat catching up on the latest of the latest of things under the sun, but those memories still linger fresh in my mind.. Am very very sorry that I am posting our loony-toony thoughts and embarrassingly funny ideas on this blog, but I thought this was the best way to get nostalgic! :-) So start turning pink.... :-))
Remember galz, when somebody asked about our friendship we used to make sure one of us
mentioned this vital stats without fail that "Our friendship,you know, dates back to 1989 !! " and how we loved to watch in eager the expression on the listeners face doing atleast 5 rounds of change from an "hmm" to " ohhh??" to "wow" to "thats cool" to "going green with jealousy" to "ohh,they are so proud" !!! The "going green with jealousy" was our fave among them :-)) Even if this emotion wasn't evident (for the plain reason that it was absent!) we would imagine that everybody would get jealous at that statement!!! lolz..! And remember how the teachers would ask us "Where is the third of the trimurthi?? " when one of us stayed back in class ??
Any idea how many pranks we have played on the poor librarians??? Vaish, I know you might be praying from the bottom of your heart that I shouldn't mention about the embarrassing incident when you placed the Nancy Drew you borrowed from the library on one of the cycles of God-alone-knows-who only to find the cycle missing after we returned..and you lied to T* Sir that you had returned the book to him on Wednesday evening... You sounded so convincing to even Malu and me who knew the truth very well that no wonder T* sir relented in the end and actually said " Oh yes...I rememeber..Vaishnavi,You did return the book on wednesday and I probably didn't update the register" !!! Vaish , you still retain the crown for the Best Liar I have ever met!!!
And remember those after-school Club Activities hours.. when we would wait for that one painfully long hour of painting to get over so that we can run through the dark verandahs in the school playing Hide-n-Seek and Help? And remember how we all used to desert A* in the game by making him the seeker always coz we thought he was too irritating?? And during one of those days the three of us somehow got away from the rest of the kids when we stopped to drink some water and Malu got so drunk (yes guys, Just plain H2O ! ) that she fell on the floor and was later found dancing to a Suneil Shetty number "oh jaaneman " ??
And I think it was during one of those after-school club activities days while we munched away those (banned) yummy paruppuvadas (made out of "unhygienic oil, don't have it children" - or so claimed by A* ma'am ,who nevertheless had 2 of them everyday at sharp 11 AM ) wrapped in newspaper from our very own 5* Manju Tea Stall that we decided we will have a reunion , just the three of us, in the year 2010, on Dec 25th at nowhere but Manju Tea Stall ! What of that galz ?? :D
And how we loved to imitate our teachers... especially the way P* sir said"Portiaaaa ...hmmm..portia ki umar shaayad pachaas teekh rahegi .." and greyed out my hair entirely for the Shakespeare play for the Annual Day despite me screaming in protest .."Sirrr....Portia is married just nowwwwww...She is young!!" And what about those series of humorous characters ,better known in school as Social Science teachers... remember S* ma'am, who at the thought of her upcoming wedding went to a shopping spree, only to buy a hand-bag looking half like a pomeranian pup and half like a snow man , and looking the least like a hand-bag of a school teacher!! I remember Vaish blushing and answering "Sunsilk,ma'am " when she asked her "Which shampoo do you use Vaishnavi ?" !!!! And the way she used to start every History class with her trade marked sentence "Bachon, aaj me tumhe itihaas ek kahani ke roop me sunaathi hoo ..puraaaaaaane kaal me jab bhaarath me aarya log rehthe the tab bharath me chaaaaaaar varg the... brahman,kshatreeya,vaish aur shoodra..isme braahman.. " zzzzzzzzz.... :-)) What about her successor L* ma'am who resembled a horse when she got angry!
Remember those times we got sooooo jealous when MK* ma'am ignored us completely in the English periods and showered all her attention on A* ?? And we vowed we would come up with better ideas for our activities ..much better than A*'s :-) , and we believed (hoped!) secretely she still had a soft corner for us and that she was just not showing it out! It wouldn't be fair on my part to skip a mention about the Hindi classes by S* Sir! I remember how everything would just vapourize away from our heads and we would jsut be blinking away when he asks us a question, his eyes gleaming with terror !!! And remember all those times we ended up writing essays as impositions " only 500 times, before 3 o' clock " even though we knew the answer but had gone into a paralysis when the hand was pointed at us followed by a thundering "You" !!!
Okie, lets not mumble about our teachers now...we did love them a lot for whoever they are ! :-) And galz, I wonder what happened to our "Dead Man's Path" , the banned shortcut to the library where you had to duck your heads as we pass in front of princi's office enroute! Not to mention that deserted machine in the play ground which had enough nooks and hideouts for us to play hide-n-seek ! Of course, I remember that sapling we had all planted together on Vanamahotsava. The mud was so dirty that it was stinking and we were very close to our guess about a toilet being in its vicinity, but after all that effort, I still remember the wide smiles we had on our faces when we watered it! I guess it must have become a tree by now !
Do you remember how we used to read only "fat" books so that we could score atleast 5 point in one go to earn the Reading Habit Award?? Or those moments of Shivaji-Raman-Tagore-Asoka House competitions! Can't forget those Annual Day Drama practices... the secret crushes we have had,followed by the crush-failures(!!).... how we took turns when only 2 were allowed in one bench and one of us had to move out and sit with Ms A*.. how we returned home after a good 8 hours spent talking in school , yet found something new to talk on the phone from five in the evening to seven !! And how my mom scolded me for keeping the phone busy (those days we didn't have that "Press 2" option to keep somebody on hold...all mommy could hear for hours was the familiar bugging beeeeeeeeeeeep beeeeeeeep!!)
Phew!!!! I could go on and on, coz there is still so much unsaid about the absent-minded Malu who used to cry so much initially for every single reason which used to scare us a little...Her eyes would go red and they would well up with tears,big blots streaming down her face while she screamed "I am NOT crying" :-)) (OK,I have to admit that later on she literally stopped crying and even when the whole class cried,she wouldn't and she would look at others with an expression that suggested crying was a sin !!) or the emotional Vaish who sometimes got too emotional that Malu and me were met with a tearful Vaish after our class-play about Brain-Drain in English class! May be a part 2 will follow... !!! Probably more parts!!! :-))) But I guess I should stop here ofr today!! Love you buddies, for all your gimmicks and love!!!! Ciao!
Thursday, November 23, 2006
And am Engaged!!!!
Its been a very long time since I used this space and I feel so sick thinking about it.. So today,being in a very carefree mood and more importantly, with no work to keep me from whiling away time, I thought i will use it to declare something important in here.
Rather than write about something, I thought I can write about someone today : Me :-) and whats going on in my life these days!
Btw Readers, the other day I got engaged :-)) I know, I sound like as if I said "The other day I went for Casino Royale" . But then, its true :-D ,believe me, I did get engaged..lolz!!! Also,I request you to read "The Other Day" as Oct 29th, almost a month ago!
The guy is ...well...err...never mind :-) And though I know its a little late and it should have happened when I was in Std 9th itself (I think I have mentioned this in one of my previous post) , am relieved that its finally happened ;-)And yeah, see my ring.... :-)
Monday, October 09, 2006
Macrophotography Lessons from Sand :-))))
" The Complete Man "
Howzzat?? That's from Sand's shirt !!
" Ma'am's name in bold " :-)
Guess what that is... its my key chain with my name on it. And its placed on his denims ..Cool effect na?
" Time and tide waits for none "
Sand's watch :-))
" Smoking is injurious to health "
Howzzat?? That's from Sand's shirt !!" Ma'am's name in bold " :-)
Guess what that is... its my key chain with my name on it. And its placed on his denims ..Cool effect na?
" Time and tide waits for none "
Sand's watch :-))
" Smoking is injurious to health "
Naah,my guy doesn't smoke ;-) This cigarette butt was the first thing that caught our eyes when we were hunting for our prey ...
Photos Courtesy and "Its-mine"-selfish-child-syndrome (read Copyright :D) : Sandeep (more photos at sandeepgnair.blogspot.com)
PS - Sand, don't forget the chocolates for this publicity ;-)
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
മലയാളത്à´¤ിà´²് à´’à´°ു à´¬്à´²ോà´—്..
ഇതു à´¨ോà´•്à´•ൂ.. à´žാà´¨് മലയാളത്à´¤ിà´²് à´Žà´´ുà´¤ുà´µാ.. à´¹ാà´¹ാ ..à´•ൊà´²്à´²ാà´²്à´²ോ à´µിà´Ÿെോà´¨്.. à´•ൂà´Ÿുതല് à´Žà´´ുà´¤ി
വളുà´ª്à´ªാà´•്à´•ുà´¨്à´¨ിà´²്à´²ാà´Ÿ്à´Ÿോ ..à´ªോà´Ÿ്à´Ÿെ.. à´…à´²്à´ª്à´ªം പണി à´šെà´¯്യട്à´Ÿെ ..à´ªിà´¨്à´¨െ à´•ാà´£ാം à´Ÿ്à´Ÿോ ..
വളുà´ª്à´ªാà´•്à´•ുà´¨്à´¨ിà´²്à´²ാà´Ÿ്à´Ÿോ ..à´ªോà´Ÿ്à´Ÿെ.. à´…à´²്à´ª്à´ªം പണി à´šെà´¯്യട്à´Ÿെ ..à´ªിà´¨്à´¨െ à´•ാà´£ാം à´Ÿ്à´Ÿോ ..
Friday, September 22, 2006
Time for some thought...
The other day I watched "United 93" with friends.Needless to say,it was a nice movie.Theme was excellent,casting was well done since none of the actors were "heros" , they were just actors and a movie like "United 93" needed exactly that - pure actors. It was fast paced,the kind of movie you would readily tag as "on-the-edge-of-the-seat"-er.
I found this one particular scene in the movie really thought-provoking (Well,to tell the truth, I got some food for thought,rather,food for some thought which I couldn't make out what!) .
There is this time in the movie when the hijackers are in the cockpit franctically trying their best to reach their target on time and they are losing hope. The guy flying the plane is profusely sweating and the veins on his forehead are jutting out,taut. The tension on his face is so overwhelming. He is seen uttering some prayer under his breath while he tries to maneouvre the plane. The camera zooms in and you can make out his lips quivering with the Arabic words, praying out to Almighty Allah.
In the next second, the camera is focussed on a passenger in the hijacked plane - an elderly American woman, eyes tightly shut,also seen letting out a prayer through her lips, in English, calling out to the great Messiah of Christianity. The fear on her face shows on those thin lines on her forehead,sweat dotting her chin and palms held tightly to her hand rest.
The pair of scenes was a cry of irony! One, praying to the God to help him in destruction and other, knowingly or unknowingly,praying to the SAME God to thwart this plan of destruction and help her and her friends get to safety.
I didn't know what conclusion I will be able to come to , if I thought on this line,or whether I would be able to come to any at all. But I was certain about one thing, the famous one-liner "God is one" so commonly seen all around is not just a simple sentence that you can teach a 6 year old about. Its disheartening to note that we human beings would keep underestimating its value forever....
I found this one particular scene in the movie really thought-provoking (Well,to tell the truth, I got some food for thought,rather,food for some thought which I couldn't make out what!) .
There is this time in the movie when the hijackers are in the cockpit franctically trying their best to reach their target on time and they are losing hope. The guy flying the plane is profusely sweating and the veins on his forehead are jutting out,taut. The tension on his face is so overwhelming. He is seen uttering some prayer under his breath while he tries to maneouvre the plane. The camera zooms in and you can make out his lips quivering with the Arabic words, praying out to Almighty Allah.
In the next second, the camera is focussed on a passenger in the hijacked plane - an elderly American woman, eyes tightly shut,also seen letting out a prayer through her lips, in English, calling out to the great Messiah of Christianity. The fear on her face shows on those thin lines on her forehead,sweat dotting her chin and palms held tightly to her hand rest.
The pair of scenes was a cry of irony! One, praying to the God to help him in destruction and other, knowingly or unknowingly,praying to the SAME God to thwart this plan of destruction and help her and her friends get to safety.
I didn't know what conclusion I will be able to come to , if I thought on this line,or whether I would be able to come to any at all. But I was certain about one thing, the famous one-liner "God is one" so commonly seen all around is not just a simple sentence that you can teach a 6 year old about. Its disheartening to note that we human beings would keep underestimating its value forever....
Thursday, September 21, 2006
A Woman's Poem
I hate this Ctrl-C Ctrl-V strategy,atleast in my blog! But for once, I couldn't resist doing it :-)
This poem is so funny!
This poem is so funny!
He didn't like the curry
And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't prepare the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Isn't there anything I could do
To match his mothers shoe
Then I smiled as I saw light
One thing I could definitely do
I turned around and slapped him tight...
Like his mother used to !!!!!
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
To my Very Special Blog Readers..
Thiruvonashamsakal!!!!
Its an 'IT' Onam..and a typical one,I must say.
--> Though my PG-mates and owner had plans to celebrate Onam and lessen the woes of missing our homes, the plans didn't kick-off all that well due to the time constraints faced by atleast 10-15 BPO/IT employees there. So, going with the trends of the BPO age, we also decided to have a US-time sadya (thats at around 9:30 PM) when all of us(most of us!) will be present.
--> Woke up as early as 5:30 AM to have my bath and get dressed in kasavu saree..That was fun.And though I took some time to tame my fresh sari, in the end I managed to look presentable enough and more importantly, the whole effort was from my side alone! Now wonder whats "IT" in this...any guesses...yeah,right...mallu lass in kasavu sari alright,but with an ID tag and access card dangling from the neck which would "beep-beep" when shown against a magnetic card reader.
--> Had a small pookalam in PG today. In office, I was going through my mails when I came across this wish from a friend of mine with an attach atham.exe . A flash application that filled your screen with its bright colours. There were concentric circles and few neat geometric patterns within the circles in synch. To the right you had 6 different coloured flowers to choose from and fill in the geometric patters with flowers and voila, as the catchy 'IT' slogan goes.. Your Athapoo is just a click away..
--> Am looking forward to the Thiruvathirakali tonight in our BPO/IT PG. I won't be surprised if I notice an 'IT' element there as well !!! Will let you know soon.
Meanwhile, I have already begun waiting for my next Onam... :) Onnoode Onaashamsakal !! Cya Around!!
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