i tag you.you.you and you!!!!!!

ahem!! 'lo folks!! had a great xmas??? well, i felt like blogging. you know, sometimes when the urge is too strong, you can do nothing but to yield to it. urm,pretty heavy thought that is,from me, but no worries fellas, i use it only when i need to explain to my mom why the choclates and icecreams in our fridge has a very short life time!

i was going through my old diaries( ah!!!!blogs were unheard of in those days!!) and found some hilarious new year resolutions!! rotfl!!! i was so struck by my own innocence (glee) i was really happy reading those..and i just thought maybe i should think about all those things that makes me smile,or made me smile with happiness..

does any of these appeal to you? let me know...



1. Rain- it makes me feel at ease...

2.My diaries..:)

3.the sea..

4. calvin and hobbes!!:), P.G.wodehouse, and archies!!!!

5.tom and jerry.

6.these two blogs- hamish's and silverines's

7.my physics teacher,Ms Lucy. oh, i am really scared of her and all when it comes to lab and tests, but she is one adorable cute creature and i just love her moral talks...:)

8.the way my best friend talks about her cats!

9. the message vibration on my mobile...

10. that song-"when you're happy and you know it,clap your hands!"

11.the bucket song!!!(if you are a mallu and hvn't heard that song,please tell me,u ought to hear it!)

12. photo albums!!!( ah! my fourth standard photo is the best! oh!! just looove that photo!!)

13.the comments on my blogs!! all of them!! especially the first ones!)

14. "as kids see it" humour from reader's digest....

15. baby videos.:))

16.certain speeches that i went to...ah! there was one where this personality from another state was giving this speech about us,ok. and he said-"i am struck by the low morality rate of the city"..what he actually meant was the low mortality rate!!! i still can't stop laughing thinking about the faces of all those who heard it!!!!!

17.our art fest ...the miss ------ian contest was hilarious, the answers to some questions were...omg!!!!!!!! like there was this anchorwoman..and she gave one situation to the girl and it was like this-"what if you find out that your husband was an HIV infected person?" and the girl started giggling. the woman was furious,she started to give a lecture on how that could happen and we should be able to accept it as a reality and crap...and the girl sheepishy said" i am already married! haha!!!!

then she asked another question-"what will you dop with the prize money? " and she said she will put it in the bank. the answer didn't satisfy the woman. and when asked why,our girl said-"my husband works in a bank"!!! lol!!!..hmm..i guess i will miss my college after all!!

18. filmfare and femina. i don't know why.

19. all K- serials. i used to love some of them,but not anymore.

20.FRIENDS, and takeshi's castle...

21.babies..:)

22.the cuppycake song.

23.my childhood friends- sattu and sophie. i don't know what they are doing now...btw,sattu is the brother, ask jeeevs you know!and sophie is the sister :)..miss those days!!

24. the remnants of my kitchen set...:)

25.my old friend kadija..i had some very memorable fun times with her...cutest thing i know...

26.fairs:)

27. libraries and the coffee house- uzhunnuvada,parippuvada,masaladosa,oothappam...mm...actually,they just makes my mouth water...

29.powercuts!(sometimes,i do love the silence and darkness)

30. travelling by trains...i just love them...the early morning hurry to catch the train every vacation..and the regular chai guy who always bought my favorite poorie, and i love travelling at night!!!

31. night sky!

32.lolakutty.:))

33.the audio tapes that my dad recorded when i was a lil kid!

34.beaches..

35. the movie-my best friend's wedding...don't know why.

36.saturdays and sundays..

37.hearing people snore!!! :))))))))))

38.R.L.stine's goosebumps!!!

39.all my certificates

40...............................

yup! thats all i can think of...know what? i feel good already...oh.that song-i feel good.too...

i don't know wots a tag actually..but i do tag these people to tell me what are those thing that makes them smile!

so i tag these ppl..

xh, destiny's child, mithu, appuannan....and binsy..i want to know your response...definitely. so on the comment space ok!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE!!!!!..now saying that makes me smile too!!!!!!!!

(((((((((((((((((((((hugs))))))))))))))))))))))))

the ugly duckling story contd..

for those who came in late,(or those who were just lazy and insensitive to avoid the very first blog of mine) to cut a very long and painful and bloody story short....i-put-braces-and-i-still-have-them-on-and-i-am-in-pain.

to read the full blood and gore story go to older posts and read "tortures that doesn't seem so."(don't forget to comment)

so,all those souls who had been with me till now, let me continue.

dears i survived yet another visit to the dentist. the execution time was 10:00 am this morning. now i am back on my favorite chair. come to think of it, any chair other than that dentist's chair is my favorite.

so, do i see a yawn and do i hear that question"wots new?" i will overlook the yawn. because everything is NEW!!

the clinic got shifted to another building. they say on the card that "after 45 years,three months and 10 days (hmm..we are not the only ones who keeps count of days and hours huh!) of practising dentistry(snort!) in leased premises we are moving in to our own building with a lot of parking space........"

this was my first visit to the place ok. and my first impression was-"they mentioned just the parking space???? what about the cool,palace like clinic with LCD TV and music flowing and lotta lotta space and a/c and GOD WHAT NOT!!! now now, compared with the space they had,this was a palace... heck,compared with anything,this was a palace!!"

well good idea, we now have a lot of things to take our mind away from the pain!! the place is superb!! the whole place was given a lot of thought and the result is fantabulous!!!

i never never thought in my entire life i would say this about that place, but it felt like ....heaven.or maybe if i took into account the pain, it just was about the hell i wouldnt mind being in...

so, anyone interested in knowing how my teeth progressed?? anyone?? someone?? no one?:(

this is my blog. read what i write. the teeth looks fantastic. the doctor is a genius. go read all the descriptions i gave of my own teeth back there in my first blog okay...the doc's hand worked magic, and its quite...magic. amidst ear piercing shrieks of mine( that put bianca castafiore to shame) he did mange to do what he was supposed to do,and did it quite ...beautifully..the ugly duckling is on her way to swandom!!!!!!:))))))))))

thanx doc.

ps. i am now an expert in dental clinics and dentists. had been to three now, havent i??. but i guess i will stick on to this one. kudos!!!

rab ne bana di jodi!!!!!

" bade bade sheharon mein..aisi chotti chotti baatein..hoti rehti hai.."

dilwale dulhaniya le jaayenge...for me,it always was the film. don't know how many times i saw that film..and everytime felt like the first time..although with a difference that i mouthed the dialogues along with sharukh and kajol..please don't go writing in my comment space that you never ever saw that film once,or haven't heard of it. you might as well just break my heart directly.

so. the man behind ddlj made his next movie rnbdj. a word to aditya chopra. you make better jodies than rab.shouldn't have given him the job dude..

naa..i am not going to give a review of the film or anything. i just came back from the theatre.but i have to say whether it was good or not,otherwise wots the point in blogging about it??

it was good. i laughed. thankfully,this time, i didn't cry, and neither did sharukh. er..i mean, he did cry, but i guess the glycerine was in short supply.....recession has its merits too.

but there was one problem with it. it wasn't ddlj.

have to mention one thing. there is this last scene where the heroine is crying and saying that age old dialogue "jhoot,sab jhoot tha blah blah" ...some very talented mimicry artist who i afraid was sitting somewhere near the vicinity of my seat cried out loud "jhoothalla kanchavu"...and it all gave us a reason to laugh!! we needed one badly. hats off to you buddy whoever you are!!

the songs were nice and no one overacted. the script was good, there were some memorable dialogues. characters were all good,although few in number.the settings were good..the proposing scene was just ...romantic.all was fine.

but rnbdj is just not ddlj.

but its worth 50 rs..:) and i still blogged about it. for one reason.the lyrics given below. for that i say, it was just about worth watching. and you have to see the film to feel the actual depth of the words..or should in life be once loved like that..or should be someone who love like that.

Na Kuch Poocha,

Na Kuch Manga

Tune Dil Se Diya Jo Diya

Na Kuch Bola, Na Kuch Tola

Muskura Ke Diya Jo Diya

Tu Hi Dhoop, Tu Hi Chau

Tu Hi Apna Paraya

Aur Kuch Na Janu,

Bas Itna Hi Janu

Tujh Mein Rab Dikhta Hai

Yaara Mein Kya Karun

:))

as sharukh says in the movie.."hum hai rahi pyar ke, phir milenge, chalte chalte."

p.s.
for all those pure mallus who will rather read the constitution of india or my physics text book than go watch a hindi movie, i am sorry. i thot of giving you references, but i am too lazy. go google it.

up,close and personal!

dearest santa,

long time no see huh?? er..i meant, we haven't had much of a communication via post for some years now,right?? don't blame me... we did have some serious issues regarding the things i last asked you for ...one whole year i had been good, all for nothing..tch tch...

i had inside info from the elf gang about the numerous letters you got around that time blaming me for everything that went wrong in that year of 1998. it was all a goddamn conspiracy,of course, i couldn't have possibly be responsible for everything,right? (crap.hu am i kidding?)

anyways,past is past. i am ready to forgive and forget. ah..time heals all wounds right???

so how is life up there?? ofo!!!no need to scroll down for my list, i haven't attached any, you can relax! though i would love to have that new blackberry phone that just hit the marke...ok ok..sorry.!!!

so you planning to visit me..er us this hols??? no,our chimney hasnt been fixed..and dad says its like that for a reason . and i pretty much think the reason is over weight, red and all white and puffy accompanied by reindeers...

so in case you are planning on visiting ..let me just warn you...if any of those of midgets have asked you for toy guns or anything resembling cylinders or stuff, just get them barbie dolls instead,okay?? people around here are too much in search for a scapegoat, as everyone needs to blame somebody for every bombings and....deaths. no ones doing anything, everyone in search for what went wrong, and to put out that wrong from ministry and replace them with more wrongs.

maveli had a close call...whew!! i mean afterall, he is from underground,you know. and moustache must have been against him,for all i know. he seemed suspicious even to me...thank god he was early this year..oh.wait.i didn't say that. next they will come up with a theory that all that was a goddamn conspiracy against mahabali...they can prove anything!!

you have a beard, you don't look indian, you come pretty much stuffed that doesn't say 'made in india', and "ho ho ho"s are pretty much the trademark of villains in indian comics..so be on guard okay?? can't lose you can we??however old i become, i do need my place in your lap when i desperately need something, and if that something is something next to a miracle!(i do have an inner child in me you know...:)
(DON'T SNORT!)

so this year,let it be flowers, barbie dolls,balloons, ponies,kittens,doggies, toblerone choclates,tetris games, latest yesudas music cds, the tales of someone and someone..er..ok, WE ALL PRETTY MUCH WANT THE SAME THINGS !!!

[gotta tell you, those tiny icky midgets ask for guns,he has that in store..no probing into how many windows they broke,how many they punched. i ask for one lil thing(send sis away to boarding school and get transfers for my maths and ss teachers, to alaska preferably),and BAM! he cuts me off from the list!]

okay,so you get the idea, travel light, be safe, control laughters, and all will be fine...

so, ahem,i gather you are pretty much free by mid jan right? well, you could then drop by my blog?? see, i would love to have people actually read my blog ..i even had to pay people money to just read it, and let me tell you, comments are way too overprized these days!!!!!uff!!!

pass the id to all those elf folk too okay, (take some time off finding who wasn't good throughout the year,and let those children throw snowballs in peace!)

ok then seeya ...hey HEY HEY!!!! you! yeah you, this is a private letter to santa! what are you sniggering at, YOU________,i do have an inner child in me......this is worse that reading someone's diary...OUTRAGEOUS!!!
btw,if you are still reading the letter,and is an earning member of the family or have more pocket money than you know what to do with,,scroll up and read my wish list..chimney is not fixed, but the front door will be open!



NOW STOP READING SOMEONE ELSE'S LETTER!!! GOSH!!

ask jeeves!!

once upon a time....er..not that long ago, but this story did take place at a time when i used to think hrithik was god. one cozy lil afternoon, me at my friend's place. we were all alone...er, i mean we were left to be alone to ourselves. ourselves includes yours truly,her friend, her lil cousins aged 6 and 2, and the friend's brother.

this was a frustrated bunch of teenagers and toddlers.me and my friend were unhappy to be stuck with the others, and the others were unhappy to be stuck with us. the most frustrated being the brother. he was supposed to be hanging out with his friends at the mall, and we infants gave him a choice of babysitting us,or taking us all along with him.

now a sis hu can empty his pockets faster than he can say "yeh ho nahin sakta", that sis' friend who can convince her into buying things she doesn't need, a boy aged six who researches on how to vanish, and a baby girl whose wails can make you wish you were dead....now i guess any decent guy would rather drop dead than find himself in public with the bunch,rt?

we were all sitting and sulking, the friend with the sudoku, the brother with the tv, the girl, thankfully silent and me..er,just sulking.

suddenly the question pops up...(no,unlike in teenage feel good movies, i didnt have a crush on the brother, and that sulky afternoon he did not ask me out or anything...duh uh..see,if you go on assuming things how can i continue?? )

"where do babies come from??" quizzer is the 6 year old...question goes to the brother..now now, i dont know what goes on inside that boy's head, i'd rather dont..but the fact remains the question was popped and needed to be answered..i just thank god, (also wonder y) he didnt ask us the question...

i looked at the brother expectantly..the sudoku lay neglected and the sudoker was looking at her bro expectantly. i sensed worldly wisdom was going to be imparted and took the baby in my lap,facing the bro.

"umm..err...mummy's tummies??"

"duh uh i knew that! how did they get there in the first place?"

" uhm..well" he looked at me,and i suddenly became interested in my nails. he shrugged and set out for the task.
" its actually simple kiddo! see, boy,girl. boy meets girl, girl hates boy at first sight, boy falls head over peels,i mean heels over her, saves her from the villain,she falls h.o.h over him too."

"and?"
"and they get trapped in a house all alone on a rainy stormy night, and...."

my friend:and?
me: and?
the boy:and?
the baby:wee hu ee??(means and)
the bro:"and somewhere far away in a botanical garden two roses,or lilies meet, and thus my dear, babies are born!!"

my friend:"pshaw!"
me:"pshaw!"
the baby:"yee hi!" (means pshaw!)
the boy:"huh?"thats it??"
the bro: "that pretty much covers the essential details..i did leave out some insignificant stuff..but yup,thats it. zirmple!!!"

wordly wisdom was imparted.the sudoker went back to sudoku.the baby wailed.i sulked. the two men in the house, however,for some reason looked pleased with themselves.

men!!!

notes to self

1. never wear a saree and try to jump three steps at a time, and if the urge to do so is unavoidable, try not to be wearing heels which gives the impression that you are standing on a table, and if the urge is so so strong, then DO NOT try it at your college where your enemies, and worse, your friends are watching the scenario. better not to wear a saree at all.
2. use the word "healthy" instead of "fat".always.(i knew this already from a blogger who posted it on his orkut profile, but, ariyatha pilla choriyumbole ariyu".)
3. chemistry lab is not a nice place to hang out.
4. college canteen can be injurious to health.
5. "this will only take a minute" will always and always take more than an hour.
6. when someone says "do not message me" and blocks you over orkut and ignores your 2987th message, fat chance it means "i love ya!"
7. issac newton was evil. and so is gravity.
8. ceasing to blog is not categorised as public service.
9. "this is going to hurt just a little bit" means it is going to hurt a lot more than that.
10. blogging while you have an exam tomorrow is not gonna make figures look good on your progress card.
11. Finally, the ultimate truth, the one thing i knew deep down inside my heart but choose to ignore, something that is a solution to all my problems and is staring right at me, is a fictional concept.

do not wonder.don't even ask. i learn things the hard way.

she was sixteen,going on seventeen...

i turned twenty.

aah! i can purrfectly understand that horrible gasp!! those raised eyebrows!!! that popping of eyes!!(oh,thats the way they normally are? ahem..) my mistake people,i shouldn't have opened the post in such a bland way.i should have prepared you for the truth, i should have broken the news mildly. but the world, my dear fellows,is unfair,unjust. its a hard world....



so, i turned twenty...now,thats two-oh.not too old ,as some people were kind enough to point out. the horrible thing about being twenty is...oh, make that into plural, the horrible things about turning twenty are..read on.

so,are you twenty yet?? if you are then you will know the feeling. the whole thing about not being a teenager is a sad affair..till 11:59:59,on the day before my b'day,i was clutching on to the nineteen..(teen,mind you) status and then,time cruelly snatched away teen from me. yea, that ear piercing nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii .......was most probably mine, stop wondering.

men realise they have turned twenty when they get somewhere around fifty,they say..so i don't think they are now nodding their heads in agreement with my woes.but hey, if you do nod, no problem. it is good exercise too......
the fact that i was not a teenager anymore wasn't that scary. it's nice.you are a grown up. you get to do a lot of stuff you were too young to do at the time when you wanted to do it..like cooking, taking care of the house, taking decisions for youselves,getting involved in serious family matters,sharing responsibilities...
ok.now you get me.

the scariest part is i don't feel like i am twenty. i feel just the same, refusing to change.you will say,"what is the big deal?? you turn twenty,then tweny two, twenty four,...,thirty, forty...fifty..ah then you are back to being a kid again...it's fun!!!" you are not helping.so not helping.

but i haven't a time machine,nor lily potter's ability to stir up potions which will keep me 19 always..but it was fun,being a teenager.school was fun.it was fun to read everything with a teen tag to it(without the accompanying sigh nowadays).being old enough, that was teenage. the other day, i was visiting this friend's profile and saw that she was into the orkut teenage girls and guys community, and i was about to join, then..........sigh!!!

i was chatting with another little friend of mine,she is fifteen,(darn!) and during the course of the conversation i happened to say".....i am twenty, who was he kidding??" don't mind the context.the thing is..she laughed, until tears rolled down from her cheeks, and she ROTFL, patted me on the back and said " good one!! oh, you are funny......"

she thought it a joke me turning twenty. she will be mentioned in my will.

i hope as i grow on,..er...to being thirty and fifty and so on, i don't forget how it felt to be thirteen and nineteen and in between...right now, i might as well as drop the "why me" and get on with the life of not being a teen....


aw..but do i still have to cook??????

its raining cats and dogs.....

ah! wasted almost 15 minutes trying to remember my password!!! i was for a moment thinking, did someone hack my account?? unfortunately, no one bothered to do so. good.

so!! its monsoon, and its raining here now, as i am typing this....it must probably be raining there, if you are reading this(:p) hehe.....but, the title fooled you. this entry is not about rain....its about cats and dogs...

what about cats and dogs??

well, the train of thought started of like this....in a conversation...which is listed below.
characters: me(obviously), and a very good friend of mine....(again,obviously)

i just referred to my best friend as a very good friend of mine. shes gonna kill me. in my defense, i was just being...er...less embarrassing!

here goes..

me: 'lo! wassup dudette? (actual words: hey sree! entha pani??)
sree:_________________

(no, she is not calling me any swear words, wch is being indicated by a line..no, actually, she has a unique way of talking, and i find it difficult to imitate that and write it over here. anyways what she says is irrelevant and immaterial....and if u r tooooo curious, i will tell you that she was talking about cricket. she always is, if theres a match on. she will be talking abt the technical parts, me will be talking about the less technical ones..like for example, she will be talkin about how pathan bowled, i will be talking about how cute pathan looked while he bowled!)

so..more cricket news followed, then some local gossips, and stuff...smooth... smooth.... smooth....TADA...and i hear this..

someone:" grrr..screech!!@#$# meeeeow!!! meeeow!!screech screech@#$%@#!@#$#...tapad(poda poda) meeeeow......."

now, i am not and has never been an expert in understanding animal conversation. if it meows,its a cat.if it barks its a dog. thats all. i aint any pied piper.

but, two things are pretty clear from the above dialogue.
1.the speaker is a cat.
2. he doesn't like me.

my friend is the greatest cat lover of the century, and so she has a huge collection of cats ,in all sizes,shapes and colors, to my dismay. i am never too good with animals(and humans), so obviously, i was soo much irritated when her most favourite pet interrupted our highly confidential talk. males of all species should know better than to butt in while the females of any species talks..

the cat was obviously curious to know what was making his slave neglect him like that. wasn't the art of curiousity proved to be fatal to the feline species????

anyways, the conversation was cut short..er..short by usual standards, and i was left alone with my train of thoughts...this wasn't the first time this cat,(btw sree, he is a very sweet,cute and highly intelligent cat.please continue to be friends with me...) this cat, or some other cuts our talks...this was getting out of hand. i should do something. and i did. i blogged about the cat. simple. the cat has formidable teeth and claws, but he cannot read. simple and safe.

hmm...that sums up why i am not a cat lover. now why aren't i a dog lover?

it doesn't have anything to do with a stupid stupid idiotic dog chasing me around my house, my very own house, two rounds, until i was finally rescued by my brother.

i was, simply, if i must quote a famous author's words chumma,verum chumma walking around, poking my nose in what was apparantly none of my business, when this dog saw me. i don't know what gave him the idea that i was jobless and genuinely interested in him. he took it for granted tht i was ever too willing to be chased by him around the house. infact, he almost thought that was what i was living for..hmm...

my bitter experiences with animals, mostly cats and dogs continues...theres another dog in the scene who keeps barking while i am on call with another friend of mine. i heard recently that the dog died. may the souls around rest in peace...

thats all for now. i hope u got the idea that i keep a safe distance from all animals. you know what? i should keep a safer distance from social animals too.....

tata!!!


p.s. for any of the peta people reading this, no animal was harmed in the process of writing this blog. it is way too obvious that i was ill treated by the dogs and cats.anyone who know me personally would vouch for me that "i will never hurt a fly".. but then again, its not because i don't want to, but experience taught me that its not that easy to hurt a fly.

if cooks could kill!!

elooo people!!!! who are still with me, checking my blog occassionally. namovakam. jobless souls......

so, wondering about the title?

well, not all cooks kill. a very few do. the rest, if we are talking about those at tandoor, bimbis, coffee house, chiking and all, they definitely don't kill. they amuse. they please our taste buds. they excite our nasal senses. they make us wish we were some 20 kgs underweight. they make pigs out of us. but they don't kill.

but there are souls who cooks and kills. for example,mmm.. lets see...we'll look around for a cook who kills......looking...looking......looking.......ok, we got one. me.

i do make this a big deal. i simply can't cook anything. for one thing, i don't like cooking.i do come from a long line of people who were experts at cooking. my mom, who makes the world's best fish curry....my grandmothers and great grandmothers,my cousins (btw, one of them accidently made uppuma one day, and till date, no casualities has been reported, so compares himself to our beloved nalan,whenever he gets a chance...) and last but not the bit least, my loving sister, who has set up a standard for me to overcome. her cooking is famous, her passion for cooking even more famous..i hate that. no, not the cooking.

then what do i hate?

the legend.
the one and only.

the legend is that, a loong time ago, (ok, i can use once upon a time here), certain unfortunate relatives of ours came to our house one day, hoping to meet my mom and dad, hu had fled..er..i mean gone to some faraway place, leaving the fate to chechi, or the other way round.

these poor souls, so, found at the doorsteps,a very happy and pleased sis, who was at a very dangerous age. she had just learned how to turn the gas knobs on and off..(btw, i wasn't anywer near planet earth that time,ok?)

pretty dangerous things, these knobs. once you get to know how to turn them, u get this uncontrollable itch to do it again, again, and again. then, at one fragile moment, u get the idea, "thy shall cook"

so did she..well, actually, she made some rice and curry, with the available provisions. although she denies it, , i know that she had some help from the ladies in the group. because the people who were her victims, are still very much alive today....

so, this story springs up, whenever the subject of cooking turns up in the family gatherings and also family meetings, not to mention roundtable conferences, kitchen talk and , gossips along with dining table chats etcetra etcetra...(is that the spelling?)

SO. SOMETHING HAD TO BE DONE HERE. my pride was at stake. it was an impossible feat, but i had to try. once. that risk had to be taken. red alert was given. everyone was cautious. ready for anything. and on one fine day,ordinary,simple happy day....i cooked.

no, no details about the dish, the tedious and boring, timeconsuming impatient ordeal of cooking. no descriptions about my mother's exasperte swear words. no. i will spare you all that..

i chose dad as my victim.

he sat at his table, and now i wish i had taken a photo of the look on his face. he had a look on his face. my my, did he!!!!

me:(gleeing) acha, try this out. i made it all by myself!!!

achan: (gulp) all by yourself?

me: sure. all. by. myself. no help whatsover. from none. this, my dear father, is entirely my creation!

my mom was behind the doors, all ready with the first aid kit,praying hard, bititng all the nails she had, praying for a miracle....

achan: (under his breath, to himself.) i love my daughter. i love my daughter. of course, it is my duty to encourage her. i do love my daughter, right? or may be i should just say she was adopted or something and get away with this.

as it turned out, he didn't do anything of the sort. he did the unthinkable. my brave father did the one thing no one has ever done before. and thanx to my mom's last time secret ingredients, he survived. may god keep him in good health. he will,as i now enter the kitchen only to take the plate, and drink water.

so...the conclusion????

taste bhi, health bhi....maggi is the best option, for me. and for those around me.!!!!!!
maybe the bimari of cooking tend to skip some generations???

;)

take care!!!!!

blah blah blah....

yawn!!!!! yea, i blog for the same reason you read my blog..because we are all bored.right?

one word about the response i got for my first post. tch!
thats in a word, now in a paragraph. this wasn't the response i expected. yea yea, i got some four comments, all of them encouraging me to write more. big deal, given all wer the so called "best friends" of mine, who would rather risk their reputations as honest people than suffer my wrath.
i very nearly thought i could start the tradition of a nobel prize for blogs with my blog entry..hmm..genius is not recognised by everyone!and sooner!

i was thinking the other day, (oh btw, i do this 'thinking' a lot, a mental disability, something very few people engage themselves in. don't alienate me because of that. barring such minute abnormalities, i am quite fun!)..where were we? oh yea, i was thinking about something. what was it?

yea, i was thinking about blogs and people who were seriously into blogging. i got this blogging idea from a friend of a friend of mine...(er, i know people who know people, u knw...) and this blog is like superb, unlike mine. not only because the guy has a natural flair for writing, but b'coz he also takes good care in keeping his blog presentable..the things some people do!!!!

i mean, ok, lets take an example. one of his posts is about a ride he took with his brother to a mall on a rainy day. all he has said throughout the blog is that he went to a mall with his brother on a rainy day, dripping wet. simple. could happen to anyone. a commonplace event. what good is a life if one never went to a mall with one's sibling on a rainy day dripping wet?
one out of every 2 people will have a story to say about how they went to a mall with their sibling on a rainy day. i knw, u are now nodding ur weightless head and saying,been there,done that!

ok, so thats wot the blog was about. but he did mange to stretch the thing into a one full page blog, attracted a lot of comments, made another jobless soul write about his blog on hers. so, my question is, how does one manage to do things like that with a blog??

if u ask me(u won't,i knw) its all about how one sees life. very few people can turn these sort of "rainy-day-sibling-" tragedies of life into a thoruoghly enjoyable and memorable reads. you won't understand, its a privilage of gifted minds!!

seriously, i have nothing to write about. if i were the one in the place of a sibling who goes out with the sort of a sister i have, trust me, enjoyable will not be exactlY the word u will be looking for. more like a "verbal WWF".....

but, but,but!.life has a full stock of minor tragedies in plenty, right?? i am sure i will come across one sooner,don't you think so?(hu am i referring to as "u"? someones actually reading this??)
so, till that day of my encounter wid that minor tragedy, you will have to wait, huever this "u" is.

tata!!

ps. wanna know abt that blogger? no way, i might admit tht some1 wrote better than me, but i am not gonna increase his blog hits!!!!

tortures which doesn't seem so...

At last!!!...me too in the world of blog..ahem.

I was constantly searching for a topic to write about..and know what..my life suddenly started taking some serious turns..i was too affected by them, that I thought I would never be able to put the experience into words….but then..VOILA!! someone else did that for me, and I am ever soo grateful to that guy, and the first entry in the blog dedicated to this guy!!!!

I became acquainted with him in the first year of my college..he just seemed ordinary then, a pain in the neck…didn’t give him a second thought then…

But now, my dear friend, you are my solace….wow!! how I underestimated your power of communication then!! I am soo sorry….forgive my ignorance, your genius wasn’t recognized until now…….well, by me that is..seems like everyone else knew right away you wer..a puli!!!

Ogden, I owe you big time!!!!!

I never took it seriously when he said “ some tortures are physical, and some are mental, but the one that is both is dental”

Yeah, you guessed right..well, that is to say, if you guessed right, you are one of those humiliated souls, who has had the misfortune of lying down in a dentist’s chair..and when I mentioned this, could instantly remember the smell of something that horribly smells like something very horrible(I am at a loss of words here to explain that particular horrible smell)

And if u are one of those who thought..”dental? u mean something connected with ur teeth? What of it?” then you and I are probably not gonna understand each other, so just shut down this window, and go enjoy all those chicken legs and crisp chips and all those I am not allowed to even think of…chao!!

So, all those who are with me, lets continue…..

I will share with you some of my friend’s thoughts on this particular subject..before that,Ogden, I do completely empathise with you, and I am with you forever..please remember that!!

He did mention once, in the same conversation, “ so hard to retain you calm, when your fingernails are making serious alterations in your life line or love line or some other important line in your palm…” ah!! I am sure, my dream hero, who I was destined to get married to, is no longer so, coz I must have completely changed my future,in just one sitting in that dentist’s chair…..palm readers, u just lost a customer, I doubt if ur powers are upto the mark to predict my future anymore…

No,no..against the dentist, I bear no grudge..well, ahem,anybody who is up for total honesty here? Then u may go straight to the exit door too…..i have sort of put my complete trust in this doc of mine, that I just can’t bring myself to curse him anymore…after two years,if my teeth goes from bad to worse…………then heaven help u doc!! But as for now..i will just acknowledge I have no grudge against you..

Even though it is entirely his fault that my mouth tastes like …….well, I am at a loss of words here too, to describe the taste..is it bitter? No. sour? Well, close.soury bitter?? Better. all those who take ayurvedic medicines, might be able to help me here…according to Ogden,my friend,the thing in my mouth is something generally used to put shine on a horse’s hoof..

Again, Ogden says…” some people are unfortunate enough to be strung up by thumbs, others have things done to their gums…” how true how true…ahem, I have a feeling no one is actually understanding what exactly is being done to my teeth. Sorry. My mistake.i was carried away a little by those painful memories..lemme explain.

I was born with perfect eyes, perfect hands and legs, almost perfect skin, a very cute beauty spot on my cheek…everything was perfect..until, my teeth started showing their true colours.they were like..ahem.. a malayali queue.. you know, the ones we see at the government offices and bus stops??? Ah;) from that smile of recognition from your face, I know you are a malayali….

Well, now you know how my teeth was..my amma was too worried, probably because of the marriage issue. So soon after the doc announced that I am at that minimum age fit for putting braces, she took me to a dentist. Ah! How I remember the confused, perplexed, worried, what-am-i-going-to-do-with-you, heaven-help-me look on his face!!! I am sure he recognized right away that my teeth were a challenge, but still, examined me for over an hour..and because, and only because it was his means of living, he agreed to treat my teeth..

So began the first part of the journey, pain, humiliation, pain, blood, pain, horrible smells and tastes, pain, lengthy appointments, pain, hunger hours, pain…did I mention the whole thing was painful?

After a year, he gave up. Had to. But he did do something, I was kinda ok. My teeth now just looked like they need braces, the queue phase was over. They just needed a push here and there, I guess he made the work for his successor easy. This doctor after removing my braces, asked me to come back after six months, maybe then, he hoped some technology will be invented that wld make my teeth luk normal…tch tch..the guy overestimated the growth of technology it seems….

Ahem..its been six years from then..aw, come on…no one wld go bak to the dentist if given a choice, and I was just a victim of experiences!!

But now, a need arised, I had to put on braces,..again!!!my life ws getting happier, and I started d to laugh, and the teeth began to show..well, you get the idea!!!

So here I am, back to the dentist’s chair…no, not the same dentist, that would have been boring.i chose another dentist this time. Variety is the spice of life,right??

This doctor said, to my relief, that he will not try to extract any more teeth from my mouth..that was indeed a relief, I am not that cooperative during this certain process, it is a nightmare for my mother and the one who attempts to do that. But while I am writing this, I have been through some more sittings, and trust me, there are things that a dentist can do with that tools of his that would make the extraction of teeth seem comparitively entirely painless, and even a soothing, delightful experience!!

Ogden, back to you.you were right when you referred the whole process as “the most vicious circle that fate ever sentest”….and I remember your parting sentence…

“man has to go continually to the dentist to keep his teeth in good condition,when the chief reason he wants the teeth in good condition is so that he won’t have to go to the dentist”

Haa….Ogden Nash!!! The ninth chapter in my English poetry text started with ur poem’s title “this is going to hurt just a little bit”.. how I laughed at you, and cursed u, among many others the night before my tests….pardon me dear friend..ur words now sound too truthful, and is such a comfort for me in these troubled times..hail thy glory…

Okies..i just hope the ugly duckling story could be true these days too…but right now, I am too exhausted with painful memories and hunger..i am not allowed to eat what people normally eat, the doc made sure of that! But everything has a silver lining..my diet for some time will include a lot of liquid food, aaand….ICE CREAMS!!!! Will try all favours..i am open to suggestions, anything without nuts please..ppl!!

Okies dokies then…You people take care..and cya around!!