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Before Sunrise

2012-02-10T17:46:00.001+05:30

How many movies have been made in all these years? Documentaries, cartoons, movies, everything included? I don't know. But I guess I can safely bet in-spite of the fact that I have not seen even a considerable fraction of the movies that had been made so far, that "Before Sunrise" is one of the best movies that have been made so far. Few films have made an impression on me as this one has. After seeing this movie, I was on a high, as the expression is nowadays, for days on end, and even now, as I think of it, the feeling surfaces.

Before sunrise has the obvious, usual, simple, logical, sensible, predictable ingredients.

Beautiful rebellious woman- 1 nos,

Handsome confused heartbroken young man- I nos,

Train-I nos,

Romantic location-I nos,

Adventure-To taste.

So what makes this movie so special? For knowing that, you must watch it. I guess I must say that it is a non-conventional romance, You don't get to see a lot of romantic conversations, clichéd " I love you's" , and the big moustached father of the girl ,inevitable flavor in most stories. But this isn't a story. It does not even have a timeline. It is just a day. A day in the life of a couple. One day.

Is it the story of a one night stand? If I was held at gunpoint and asked to describe the movie in just three words, I will, for saving my life, admit it is a one night stand. One-day-one-night stand, more accurately. But it is something beyond that as well.

The story is "minimalistic", which is the word used to describe this movie. Before Bachchan junior had the idea, these couple discovered the art of walking and talking, and that is it. The movie is about a couple who is walking through the picturesque streets of Vienna, Paris, and talking about a lot of stuff. Jesse, our hero, is a romantic who is desperately trying to hide that fact, and Céline is a romantic person, but with apprehensions of her own, and truly a woman in spirit. They meet on a train, and knowing that it is highly improbable that they'll ever cross paths again, they set out to fulfil that desire for adventure.

There are few things that is not talked about. Love, history, art, past- not exactly a romantic conversation. I wonder, if assured that we might never see the other person again, won't we be more comfortable talking to that person, instead of someone whose judgement threaten us the rest of our lives? That is the essence of the film. Or so I believe.

Film reviews aren't really my forte'. Nope. But certain films deserve to be reviewed and rated, bad and good ones, so that justice prevails. I don't know what that means, of course, you can understand, you see something wonderful, beautiful which touches you and you cannot help but share it with the world. Like After I saw this movie, I called up my best friend and talked for almost an hour and a half, about the movie, and I was told later that my enthusiasm was contagious. Few films have that affect on us, right? Few things in life have that effect, the ability to elevate to a higher state of blissful happiness borne out of nothing materialistic, infact, it is the idea that gives us the joy. The freedom from life's mundane activity, the mind is in constant search for variety. Something to help the soul to keep going on.

All I want from life, is just like what Kajol said In DDLJ." Ek mahine mein apni saari zindigi jee loongi"- She is given one month from her life to see Europe, and then, she is ready to placidly accept what life had in store for her. But I don't have that choice. One year, two max, if you put all your hope together and wish for it, Then I have two more years, in which I wouldn't be able to see Europe, am sure. But I hold on to that hope. That maybe one day, I will get to see Europe. Walk through the streets. See things. See the place. Oh how I envy that Santhosh George Kulangara!! Sigh. Just to see Europe. Paris. Vienna. Maybe just like Simran, mein apni saari zindigi us ek mahine mein jee loongi" but for her, it was before her marriage, and for me..I don't know. A month. It is so short a time, but then again, that will be its beauty.

The stupidest irony is, I have found someone I would love to go there with. But the distance is so much, not to Europe, but to come closer. Once in a lifetime you find yourself among the company of such friends who just..fit in to whatever contorted life you had been living. They fit. Not a square peg and a round hole, a square peg and a square shaped hole. A round peg and a round hole. It is absolute bliss, just lying down on the green ground, looking up at the sky, and laughing really hard. But no, I am not greedy. I can't have everything, life is not meant to be perfect, but it is meant to be a quest for perfection, which you never achieve. So . Europe.

What has this got to do with the movie? I don't know, my literary abilities are not sufficient enough to explain the connection the ramblings have. But once you watch that movie, You will know. Watch it.

Note to self: watch it, again.

Dowry is a dowry is a dowry is a dowry.

2012-02-05T18:53:00.002+05:30

No I did not read the article on today's Hindu, or The Hindu. I was never one to read newspapers. (pauses for gasp). Well, it takes all sorts to make this world!! Fine. Sue me. But if you find another soul who diligently reads every single letter on the "kappalandi pothinju konduvanna kadalaasu", I will eat three gulab jamuns.(Am on a new diet.)

But I did read the headline, something about how dowry is not abolished, that it has just changed forms. I thought it was very important to post on the blog, my blog, that noone ever reads, except perhaps those who accidently stumble upon it due to creative search phrases...er..I meant, post on this blog my views on the topic.

This is not a critical view of the system prelevant in India. Infact am ignoring the masses who actually face the problem of dowry and concentrate on lives of people like me. heck, am going to concentrate on me.

As happens to single, unemployed plain looking fat girls, I am also tortured into, blackmailed into(emotionally) a marriage, given I give the impression of being this absolutely useful PhD wannabe who doesn't know what she wants. My profile is on Kerala matrimony, and I must say, given all this, it is quite fun womakoing grooms with your mom. Prospective grooms, that is.

What is dowry? or rather, What is not dowry? Dowry, if we are talking about the kind they all are screaming to abolish is different from the unnamed phenomenon which happens in families in a subtle manner in only one aspect. The absence of a whimpering father and a weeping mother at the wedding stage. In due course of time, dowry will be taken and dowry will be given, only it will be under a different name, or no name.

Now. We have to present the girl decently for her wedding right? I mean, she is so and so's grand daughter, she can't appear in public without a decent amount of jewellery! No No it is not dowry, we are giving it to her wonly! Our lil baby! Daddy's precious girl! Arey it is a custom almost a religious ceremony to send off the bride in a new car! What bhaisaab how is it dowry! She will be driving it no! Ah first visit to the daughter's house! Call a lorry, buy Ann's bakery, load the stuff into it!" what are you saying, it is my daughter's sister in law's brother's littly baby! we gotta get those tiny little anklets,how can we visit empty handed! Aah, it is jamaiji's pitaji's 60th birthday! Golden ring, nothing else will do. Flat's downpayment is 80 lakhs. Surely you can count on us molu!

Well, either pay it all at one go, or pay in installments. If you have a child, a girl child, then by Indian standards, you have to pay dowry.

It is a subtle concept, so subtle and interwoven into conduct and tradition that it is actually glorified, and the evil is deeprooted, it is futile to think of uprooting it. I used to argue that, well, the groom's family is equally responsible for the above mentioned expenses. But is that so? I am not sure.

Is it actually necessary, the way Indian parents are tied up to their children for life? Well, what do I know of the practices in other countries? With my thorough knowledge on sitcoms and relatively rich experience in watching a lot of movies, I do believe I am eligible to comment on the western culture. Don't they ..hmm how else to put this- let go their children after a certain age? The lives becomes separated, not interwined. They help each other, not depend on each other and continue to suck the resources out. (harsh, you think?)

Dowry is not something that can be abolished. It is there, it is a part of our social structure that a complete radical change in the entire system is necessary for it to disappear. Maybe when we become parents, we will value our freedom and respect our children's as well, maybe we will succeed in abolishing it.

Until then, I'll rather opt out of a costly MBA, and settle for a second hand car, to be compensated for in my wedding.

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2012-02-04T18:13:00.001+05:30

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2012-01-31T11:42:00.000+05:30

New Year coming up!!!! Although my new year is so totally ruined with exams, I am looking forward to it , Because it is special for me,in my own eccentric way. or I believe so. This had been the longest most significant year of my life. Oh yeah,It was really really really really really long. A year that made me wait.

Waiting for the exams to get over, waiting for the results to come, waiting for the time to pass so that I can finally feel everything will turn out ok, waiting anxiously to hear my name being called out during the admission process, waiting for college to open, waiting for a birthday to wish someone, waiting for a call, waiting for a blog post,waiting for the night to end,waiting for the tears to dry up, waiting for the nurse to dress up the wounds, waiting for the class to get over so that i can run out ,go to a lone place and scream out loud.

Significant year, a year that showed me how strong I am, how stupid I can be, A year that taught me a lot of things.

That life moves on.

That there is nothing a good night's sleep after a heavy dinner can't solve.

That forever is indeed a very short time.

That friends can hurt you, and hurt you where it hurts the most, hurt you and still,sleep a peaceful sleep.

That walking and talking can be injurious to health.

That the greatest knowledge in life is to know what you want.

That ignorance is bliss

That things change,people change,and there are perverts who can read this and smile.

That courage is all about doing what you think will kill you, but do it anyway.

That malayalam film industry may not be lost afterall.

That people everywhere are the same.

That no matter what they have done, family is family.

That somethings can never be forgiven, but still, are better forgotten.

That salt is an important ingredient in dishes and doing a jiggy while holding hot chorukalam isnt a good idea,at all.

And this is, but A year in which I lost two of the most important people in my life.K and FS. Wish you would come back, but as we three know, nothing will be the same ever. Kudos to the smiles we brought upon each other's lives, forget the tears, and be happy, wherever you are.:)

And tada. am I glad this year is over!! And looking at the things I've learned, i think I passed out the trials with flying colours. (kaakka para para para,poocha no para para para!) Toughest exam, proudest moment.Pappu aakhir pas ho hi gaya!!(gayi,gaye,what??)

Wishing all my readers-bugsy,blunty, gymnast,kochu,destiny's child,and the new reader,nitin- A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!(malapadakkam!)

2011-12-17T13:44:00.004+05:30

ha. So what if i try to get a bit personal on my blog? hey, this is crossroads. I am supposed to have landed a job, or have found my calling, or had a kid(after marriage,ofc, according to my best friend's mother) by now. Sadly, nothing has happened yet. will anything happen?

Fish.

2011-11-15T20:46:00.002+05:30

Verrbaddd breaking of habit.

Did I love fish? A matter of great debate. I do not know if I liked fish. I had no particular hatred towards any fish- fried, curry or otherwise. I eat, which is something anyone can understand, eyes can see. But Now, after 6 months of hostel life, I have emerged a new person, who can confidently tell the world out there that I hate fish.

I asked my mom what my usual reaction to fish was

Mom: "You eat whatever I give you, YOU UNDERSTAND?"

It was a simple decision and it sums up most of my life's decisions.I asked dahling sis how she remembered me in association with my fish eating habits.

Sis: "Can I have it if she doesn't want it? Can I have it even if she desperately wanted it?"

That was pretty much it. But now, I CANNOT eat fish. I vomit if I hear fish. I am against Fishism* now.

It all happened while I was at the hostel. PG, rather, and the house owner gave us fish, as usual. I ate all the fish, the next thing I knew, I was reversing the process. Life turned pretty nasty after that, coz I had to live on eggs. But I cannot eat omelettes as well. So that is fish and egg out of my diet.

Only chicken and mutton left.:() But I yam a pooor vegetarian!!!

Sigh.

TVM, one more reason why I hate you.

So long and thanks for all the fish.

The different kinds of people.

2011-11-12T18:38:00.006+05:30

Most people might not agree with me on the views expressed in this post. But I don't care, because most people, don't read my blog.

I was having an enlightening conversation about TV shows with my fellow hosteler, and she gave me insights into the character of people based on their preference of TV shows. I tend to agree with her. Most people won't understand these comparisons, if they are not familiar with the shows. Then again, fortunately, most people don't read my blog.

So here goes.

1. There are F.R.I.E.N.D.S. people, and then, there are Seinfeld people.

Both are sitcoms. Both talk about friends. Both have invisible audience laughing at a joke to let you know it was a joke. But still, Some people like F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and some people like Seinfeld. Well, somepeople read my blog. But most people, who don't read my blog, either don't care, or love both. Again, I cannot stress this point enough, I do NOT care about most people who don't like my blog.

2. ER and House MD.

Seriously. This is beyond me. hello? Guy with attitude, crippled, saying stuff you don't understand, . And GEORGE CLOONEY. Seriously, There are people in the other category? Then again, I am known to be a drama queen.

Cynical guy vs. Romantic dashing hero. ROMANTIC DASHING HERO.

3. Crystal maze and Roadies.

Maybe I shouldn't compare these two. Maybe I should. Most people would say I shouldn't. But...

So- Both have Tasks, Both have crazy people competing to complete the tasks, Both involve money. But it was more fun to watch Crystal maze that Roadies, although I did love roadies, the first 4 seasons.

It is such a pain in the neck to google images and add the url. All for a blog which most people don't read. meh.

The other categories include- Tom people and Jerry people.(T&J doesn't have any competition). Then Flinstones people and Jetsons people. Full House People and The Hogan family people. (Single dad with three boys, Single dad with three girls) Moving on to books, we have LOTR people and HP people. Nancy Drew people and Hardy Boys people. If this post was written around 10 years ago, there would've been Doordarshan people and cable people. There are Chakh le people, and Gourmet Central people.

And then, ladies and gentlemen, There are- TWITTER people and FACEBOOK people.

It is impossible to describe those two categories, and MOST people have read it on other successful blogs about those two.

Since I know that this post won't be a hit, and also reminding myself that most people do not read my blog, I will sign off mentioning the ultimate category of people, the one where there is no middle ground, the one which was is and will always be a hot topic of debate all around the globe- HERE it is people. the ultimate category, in pictures. Scroll down, if you already haven't taken a guess.

and

meh.

Toodle-o!

"All images courtesy- Google."

Am Back.

2011-11-12T12:08:00.001+05:30

Sowie I went away. See I'll give you cheeese if ya start reading me 'ere again.

Woncha?

I wus 'ere all this time!!

Dear anonymous, leave me alone.

2011-11-05T09:53:00.000+05:30

I am a bit too weird for you to understand why I have three blogs and why I keep udpating stuff here and there as I wish. For those who have got their stuff in order cannot fathom this tendency of mine to be indecisive, right from the matters which usually needn't matter, these petty things as blogs. But here I am, blogging, typing away and subjecting you to all sorts of torture from all possible platforms. It is like I am everywhere!

This abandoned blog is now under attack. Have I mentioned the 53x word anywhere in this blog? Is there anything in this blog that even remotely suggests that the blog owner's anatomy includes additions in the southern regions, which is dissatisfied with its dimensions? I cannot use the proper words here, it might be noted in the radar, and the poor blog will be bombarded with the suggestions on increasing the dimensions something non existent. My blog is definitely lacking a Y chromosome. please.

There are 24 spam comments in my inbox. Or is it on my inbox? whatever. So. these spam can be categorised into ..24 types. Variety was maintained to retain the spice of life. The ones that really made me cry were the diet supplementary ones and the body building ones. I dare not click on the links, but I can pretty much guess what anonymous is trying to say. I get it. There are skinny people out there!! DON"T RUB IT IN! What,am a bit healthy. I have spare fat. More than that I need yeah. But do you have to rub salt in the wounds by saying " Oh here is a nice way to increase the dimensions northawards, southwards, sidewards(er), oh no wait- You're fat, never mind"

I bet if you open the link it will say at the end, "Please ignore this mail if you are fat."

Ouch.

And don't even get me started on the dimensional analysis of the southern regions. You are targeting the wrong section of the species. You are doing what I think the Nolan guy was thinking when he made that movie Inception. You are, yes you are.

I love my blog. This blog. My very first blog. An angel falls from heaven everytime you post a dirty comment on my blog. I sure as hell hope I never get to know who the f you are, but just in case, you better make sure your rear is insured.

But since we are on this topic, what is the best thing you've got on the department og decrements?

2010-11-04T11:29:00.001+05:30

I truly, Absolutely and completely HATE exams.

yello!

2010-07-07T13:51:00.002+05:30

There is no law prohibiting me form posting on my own blog, no matter what I may have said about it. So, no questions encouraged.

So changes on the blog- I just love the new theme designer! Had fun, no really. How is the new theme btw? Oh yea, The equations background- well, for those who don't know, I major in physics, But I belong to that class of people who doesn't have a clue as to why they chose the subject they are ..er..mastering. Hmm. I stil have a solid one year left to decide whether there is any hope left in the stuff.But You may take the physics outta me, but you can't take me outta physics. (What does that mean anyway?)

I wrote the worst exam I've ever wrote in my entire life. Er. That is the whole point of the post. My quantum mechanics ! paper. It was a ..fiasco. Total chaos. And am still recovering from it.

I entered the hall, with absolutely no hope of having anything to write upon the paper, perhaps the register number maybe, but nothing else. one whole year..no, Three whole months of Boring, lengthy lectures, and I have absolutely No idea about the QM syllabus. The Mind went blank. Totallie.
But, We came here for writing the exam, and writing the exam is what we are going to do. We will not go quietly into the night, we will not vanish without a fight.

Right.

Ok. Fifteen minutes is more than enough time required to fill in the first page. let us look into the question paper, shall we?

OO..OH YEA! Stark effect! I know that. Tch. The degeneracy remover. Piece of cake. There. I will pass the exam with this one question, after all, an essay of 12 marks no??

NO???

WHAT SORT OF A MORON WILL SET A QUESTION PAPER IN WHICH AN ESSAY IS ASKED FOR 2..TWO MARKS?????? AAARGH!!!!

Well. Ahem. I don't have much of a choice. I know the essay like as if it were my own PhD thesis. I simply HAVE to write it.

And I did. For two marks, I wrote some five papers. thats 10 pages.

oh-kay. We're done. Now to get out of the hall. Its cold in here. Ta lalla...here's the twine. And am gonna tie it up, am gonna tie it up nice and easy...uh oh. My class in charge. What! He is the examiner?

Oh boy, if looks could kill.

hehe..pattiche! I was just pretending to tie the sheets you see. Jesus! hey can I have one more additional sheet?? thank you, I asked for one, so nice of you to give me three. Are you trying to tell me something??

There. My classmate has also finished writing the exams! She is tying up the papers..oh, okay, she was going to, anyway.

15 minutes..

ekaanthathayude..apaara..theeram.

"Discuss linear vector space?" I would love to but with whom? ya know there is this dumb policy against talking in the exam hall..tch. but still, if you ask to discuss, then discuss we shall.

gee. Sir. That was just a thought!

15 more minutes.

oye, no tea breaks?

10 more

ew. a spider!!!

20 more..

wh??? where??? sup!! oh. i slept off eh?

Sir? Oh you were asking how many extra sheets I took? er. Psstpsstpsst

I said- psstpsst

Oh damn it, TWO!!!! Gee. rub it in.

The bell. Finally!!!.Its about time.

Now. the escape tactics. Do NOT get caught by the QM teacher. Duck. Slide. Hide. Climb. Dive.

okie. aand we're outta college. Where from here?

Where from here?

Stories of sarees..

2009-07-03T17:19:00.002+05:30

Before you read this,you need to be reminded of/introduced to some concepts..

1.My fashion sense is dangerous.
2. That runs in the family.[but skipped my sis. and my dad considers it a personal insult to have a "fashion" sense.]

Now that we are clear on these, let us proceed. Those who read the previous post may have noticed that there was a wedding I wanted to go to. I got invited.(for a certain person who laughed coz I didn't get invited as my friend forgot to invite me-Ha!) No. I am not going to wear a saree..and This is not about that wedding.

this is about another wedding.(Gosh, there are a lot of weddings these days, am getting confused. They may trick me into coming to my own wedding if i am not careful. geez. ALERT.)

So I was saying, there is this another wedding I can go to. So, I went to my mom to ask for advise as of what to wear. And what did I find?

What, did I find?

I found a mom who was as confused as I was, as of what to wear to the wedding. AAAnd the damsel to the rescue!

"mom, have no fear,
The damsel in distress is here!"

easier said than done. My theory of selecting sarees was proved right once again this afternoon-which is.."Always find the blouse first. then find a matching saree.."

But by momentary lapse of memory,we started picking up sarees...

Me: This is good..

Mom: It is dirty.

Me: what about this one?

mom: nah..the blouse doesn't fit.

me: this must be good.

mom: it is torn.

me: this gotta be(better be) good!!

mom: thats new. I cant wear a new saree on saturday.

Me: hey this is my top I gave you for altering! MOM!! aargh!! its still here??

mom:(pretends she did not hear it.) this one is too simple.

Mom: what about this one?

Me: NO! you already wore it to the engagement. NO NO!(no self respecting daughter would ever let her mom got to a wedding wearing a saree she was seen in by the same people. Source: International code for daughters.)

argh! tic.tock.tock.tic.

Me: this saree is a dark shade of orange mom! it won't go with a slighter dark shade of orange colour of a blouse. we need another shade of orange. ORANGE! concentrate mom.

Mom: aargh!!

well, finally, after taking all the sarees out from the cupboard and mixing all the blouses, we found a matching shade of a blouse that fit a wedding-wearable saree. uff! (wipes off sweat from brow)
Thank god my sister wasn't here. We never agree upon the saree for mom! It was a huge fight our family witnessed as we disagreed over my mom's saree to be worn for my sis' wedding. Dang. Sis came up with a lousy "Its my wedding, My mom, She wears what I want" reason, and I had to give in! dang. Meh. Bah.
It is fun dressing up your mom.. We get a chance to ~~take revenge~~ to show gratitude for the times when we were a baby and she chose the dresses for us.
My sis is gonna kill me If the saree I chose wasnt appropriate for Mom.

Dang.

less than 12 hours and I have to come up with something to wear myself. anything. Something!

P.S. guys and some gals will find this post completely pointless. shoo off if you do. YOU never had a wardrobe malfunction in your life. YOU dont have relatives who even criticises your perfume and nailpolish. YOU don't think green and blue go well together. YOU are a guy. YOU(the girl) don't care.

I wonder whether there will be palada for the sadya.
:)

Random updates

2009-07-02T20:20:00.009+05:30

1.My namesake got the first rank for the university exam. I now happens to hate my name. And very few in the blogger world know it. I am sticking to DiD.

2. I just said I am bored of blogsville, and I posted an hour after I said so.

3.I am not invited to a wedding I would love to go to.(not the wedding I mentioned in the last blog)

4.I made this. It is soya paneer curry. No casualities reported. Yet.

5.My dentist keeps saying he will remove the braces on my teeth "next month".He said that first in January. He said that last month too. Am going to gift him a taperecorder if I ever get the braces off.

6.I scored a 92 pc in my degree exam. Well 91.5 to be exact. then again, If am going to be exact, I will rather say 92 pc.

7.I took this photo.I think its pretty good.

8. I have a whole month of vacations infront of me. I spent the first two days of it vaccuming.

9. I found out that the fastest way to tell my sis something is by posting it on my blog.

10.I am truly,madly and deeply bored.

11. MJ died. Someone please tell me I dreamt so.

12.It is raining all sorts of animals here. Mosquitos are back. Improved and resistent. And squishy.And icky.and buldgy. And icky. And squishy. ew.

13. I gained seven kilos.

14. 13 and 12 are mutually exclusive events. But 4 and 13 may not be so. IF 3 turns out to be a mistake, numbers will rise in 13.

15.point 15 deleted as per request. message is delivered..

Gone..with the wind...

2009-06-20T09:53:00.007+05:30

Scene 1.
Date-20th December 2000
Venue- Std 7 classroom of a girls only school. No guys present anywhere except the 60 year old watchman,outside the gate..

IF, IF the district collector was a woman, If the education minister was a woman, That is to say, someone useful were at the authorities' seats..The day would have been declared a holiday, a mourning day. But nothing like that happened..In a building filled with heartbroken females, we clung on to each other for support and fresh tissues and handkerchiefs..Teachers wept in the staffroom, giving us an hour of peaceful mourning.er..morning.

It was the day Hrithik Roshan got married.

Ah..what an year that was..The easiest year ever to buy cards for all occasions, all you had to do was to pick up the card in which Hrithik looked hot ( all of them in that case)..every dance had the same step..radio everywhere played just one song..every girl wanted to be named Sonia..

sigh.

Now, on that day, every single female heart broke. The shortest in class, but the biggest Hrithik fan of all times, sat in the front bench( yeah,now you know how traumatised she was!) weeping. We couldn't stand that pain..We even arranged a makeshift wedding, with an imaginary Hrithik as groom, and our fan(Ms.T) had an imaginary wedding, with not-so-imaginary friends doing the "kurava" and the teachers dutifully thought they just "imagined" the noise...

That was the first marriage of a friend that I attended.

Scene 2.
Venue- My bedroom.
Date- er..3 days back.
me on sms chat with my best friend.

me: u heard? M s gettin married!!
missed call.
me.: guy's engg.
she: arrngd no?
me:yeah..
:
:
:
missed call.
me: sigh.
she: bt ts al..our clsmte gettin married..v will soon be!!
me: you are even older than she is!( I aint heartless to remind my friends that they are older than they believe they are. So I said this in mind.)

me: cal re.

followed a very emotional conversation on how life was getting all scary and how we were all growing up and ...and...(wail..))

sniff..

and we reminded each other of our good old days..
Me the nerd, K the popular, S the painter, A the rogue, AN the band leader, F the sensitive, T the hrithik fan, M the singer,R the outstanding, C the standing out,B the bystander......The days spent gossiping..The dances,The girls day outs, The spy works (we had tabs on who is going out with who from the nearby boys only school) the fights, the puberty talks by the much embarrassed nuns, and(i love this part) the boys-want-only-one-thing-talks from our dear old princis...the code words( we know what that means, and there is a reason, you,XY chromy,can't understand that!)

Life was so simple when it was the aunty/uncle/cousin/neighbour/teacher/sister/brother/ who was getting married.. Now, the time has come..We attend our own friends' weddings..(and like Monica said-"now you have to go away and I have to live with a ....boy!!!!) We officially have to buy presents.. We now have THE talks with seriousness..

And what next? we babysit for each other's children??
And worry about getting the kid into school??
And then worry about the hormonal changes?
And then worry about their marriage?

I already feel old.

So..M is indeed getting married..And we are at the age where we totally ,utterly,completely hate going to weddings. Coz all we hear is "you are next". (like the popular joke goes-I love funerals now-I get to say "you are next!")

Wish we never grew up.
And now I sing..

so if we get the big jobs,and we make the big money

when we look back now will our jokes still be funny

will we still remember everything we learned at school

still be trying to break every single rule.

i keep thinking its not goodbye

keep on thinking its a time to fly

and this is how it feels

as we go on,

we remember,

all the times we,

had together,

as our lives change,

from whatever,

we will still be,

friends...forever..

I wonder.....

And the now the big question.
to wear saree or not to wear saree for the wedding.

gulp.

a proposal,a cake and a catastrophe.

2009-06-08T12:54:00.016+05:30

"you drive me crazy!

but it just can't be

am so excited

i meant to be

o o o craaazy!

but it feels allright

baby thinking of you keeps me up all night.!!!!!

It is a known fact,that I drive people crazy. Er..well, not necessarily in the sense that Britney says it. But yeah,the fact remains I am enough to make perfectly sane people go crazy in a matter of seconds. My babbling alone have done damages that wrecked people's lives. for instance, I was at my friend's house recently. She was all set to unleash her culinary skills on me, by baking a cake. She read off the recipe from her mobile, and i assisted her. If looks could kill, we both would have daisies growing on our graves by now. Her mom looked on helplessly while we raided her kitchen. I did my share of the work-entertainment. i gossiped on, filled her with news from all around our world,pausing only to taste the "cake" during the various stages of its production. Apparently as a result (of my babbling and tasting) my friend "lost" her concentration and the cake ended up being a pudding. Did you feel earth shaking sometime around mid afternoon on the 4th of June? yup. that was her. sheesh. hell hath no fury than a woman who just failed to bake a cake.

Now. That is not what i wanted to blog about. if you will just give me a minute to forget the painful memories of baking i mean ..assisting to bake a cake...

(2 seconds in reverence for the cake that couldn't be. Amen)

OK. now my fellow earthlings, carbon based bipeds, this post is about how i "drive" people crazy.
Once upon a time, there lived a poor,(snort) innocent,(snort) c.b.b. like you and me.By divine intervention, he became a vehicle inspector.Insurance people cursed him every time when they got a chance[ yaarada evanokke vandi odikkan license koduthathu!!- who gave these idiots license to drive?]. One lousy rainy day,he found himself in the passenger seat of a worn out WagonR older than my grandfather, with me in the driver's seat. his face wore an expression that said "why-me-oh-merciful-God." i wore a similar expression on my face too. Come to think of it, the other three people on that car wore the exact same expression.

lets just say we all saw our entire lives flash before our eyes within a span of minutes.

Now- I have some good news and some bad news.

I got my driver's license.

All those who asked "and what's the good news?" please- see that cute red button on the top right corner? click it.

Now, for all those who congratulated me and have proceeded to biting their nails- Its pretty bad. the news has left me shaken too. But i must say this. It will save you a shock....

Archie Andrews pops up the question-to Veronica Lodge!!!!

I am in a shock. Please- I can't say anymore. I feel the pain Betty. You know what? Am giving you the title "Damsel In Distress" for a while. And to any knights around-you know what to do.

All those who missed me in blogs ville, say "aye".

P.S. women suck at driving. I know that's the popular belief. what say girls, we will just let these men believe so, right? We are way above such petty beliefs.

Phhhbbbbt!!!

2009-05-08T11:59:00.004+05:30

Our maid/domestic help/heart and soul of the house (no wait, that's me) well, she used my shampoo to clean my bathroom.

I can't decide which is worse- my hair smelling like my bathroom or my bathroom smelling like my hair. Maybe it is a tie.

Murphy knew this would happen. .In his words-

"Left to themselves, things (or maids) tend to go from bad to worse."

"Matter will be damaged in direct proportion to its value". (My poor poor shampoo....I was happy the bottle remained half full. Maybe now I should just view it as half empty. A change of Perspective helps)

Then again- Smile, tomorrow could be worse.

Know what? I have no trouble in believing that.

Have a great weekend folks.My weekend in B'lore. sigh. What awaits me there?
oh.
right.
EXAMS.

And, please keep shampoos outta reach of maids.

Updates.

2009-04-16T20:51:00.008+05:30

Cast my first vote. I had this feeling I would somehow feel different after I vote. I don't know why. May be because it is a grown up thingy. Those rare times when I am reminded of the fact that I am over eighteen. Add tags like responsible, mature etc to it. And I thought I will feel good about the whole thing? Tch.

May be I am subconsciously pissed off over the fact that I look horrible on the ID card. Worse scenario-people actually had no trouble in recognising me from the photo." why, it looks just like you , in black and white!" Some people have no compassion at all I tell you.

The mark on my finger didn't have the expected effect either. It just looks really ugly. All those efforts to keep my nails look clean! Now I need to find out an ink colour nail polish. And I hate applying nail polish. Bad for my stomach.

All to find out it may not be afterall a big deal.

Have 500 pages + 39 chapters to finish in 10 days for my exams. Yeah, I had been rambling about NOT having anything to do AND being out of college AND being free and all that. It just so happens that I am not free at all.. Myriads of exams coming, and I don't have the heart to bunk them when I can vividly remember the hours spent on filling up the OMR sheets checking and rechecking.

Hate blogging. Had an inspection of previous posts, was horrified to find trillions of spelling/grammer mistakes, which no one thankfully bothered to point out. To think that I have also applied for PG in English at JNU as a back up plan!!!! what.was.I.thinking?

Did graduation in Physics, applied for a PG in English? My train of thoughts always boards the wrong stations.

Focus. Study.

sleep.

Sigh. Back to finding out the speed with which a rope should be rotated so that a kink on it will appear stationary with respect to the ground.

Temptations

2009-04-15T12:08:00.002+05:30

I was sitting simplyy in front of my computer, browsing through the various templates trying to find one I like(how is this btw?), when my one and only sis rang me up. She stays in a flat nearby. She needed greenchillies, and she suddenly remembered I worked part time as groceries-delivery gal.

me: "ippo thanne veno"? ( need it right now?)

sis: " grr" (yes.NOW.)

sigh. templates can (should) wait. I ran down, checked the fridge, found the target, acquired it, and rushed out through the door.

Then I remembered.

I was not wearing any chappals.

Now that IS a big problem. I just need to get to the first floor of the flat, and that I can do in a jiffy. But the situation demanded that i should go upstairs, er.."find" my chappals( which probably require the FBI on the job) and then run downstairs. Given my absentmindedness, I will probably forget the chillies, then I will again have to go "find"where I put the chillies, then having found it,I will probably forget what I was supposed to do with them. so I will return them to the fridge , go back to the template hunt. Not good for my health.

so I figured it was healthier if I just proceeded. as I was walking, I noticed something. So many pairs of shoes and ..... ladies chappals.

LIFESAVERS.

now, a guy looking at the scene will probably(aha!) will drool over the fact that there are many ladies at the other end of the door. Now, we, ladies have more important things to consider.

size 8. flat heels. nice colour.
size 9. wow big feet!
size 7. platform heels. good colour, matches with my salwar. eureka!

I looked here. looked there. no one in sight. red monster on one side. the white one on the other.

red one : " go on. its just a block away, you will be back in a jiffy. no risk involved."
white one: " you just moved in. don't you dare get into the neighbour's blackbook. Just think . its good for the brain."

the white has a point. I just don't need my neighbours to put up a sign saying : "beware of the damsel next door. leave footwear out at your own risk."

time was running out.

tick-tock. tick-tock.

Suddenly,the door opened. The aunty smiled at me. Woman's intuition maybe, she left the door ajar. I was saved from the confusion.

Left with no other choice,I sighed, ran downstairs, delivered the loot. Came back. don't worry, took a bath. Am now clean.

sigh.and I came this close.

should get new shoes.ASAP.

p.s. No,its not just you. people do wonder whether i am crazy. after a few more posts, the opinion changes to "weird." Dont worry, it will be a while when you realise the genius in me. I can wait.

yawn.

Thanksgiving....

2009-04-11T17:23:00.016+05:30

I have noticed the tendency of assigning a birthday to one's blog, and have one post dedicated to the "Happy b'day dear blog" topic. Very cute when it comes to other blogs. But wherever I am concerned, I guess I make it such a way that Everything is about ME, not anything else. Its my birthday that counts. not my blog's. *evil grin*

Still, the fact remains, it is almost a year since i started blogging. It just seems like yesterday. I still remember, I came back from my dentist's, no one was at home, it was two in the afternoon. I was hungry, and in pain. There were horrible braces, springs on my teeth, which besides hurting me like mad, was also...ugly. I shouted at my poor dad who rang up to see whether i was ok..

I still wonder why I thought of a blog amidst all the confusion. Weird. Even by my standards, the thought was pretty weird.

I am surprised. Surprised that something has sustained my interest for one year. Now thats a first. considering all those things I tried to indulge in, nothing has come so far.

Dance- 2 years

Music- 2 years

(does not count, as it wasn't my interest that pushed me to actually continue the two processes.My sis is a great dancer.. ofcourse, I did everything she did. But even though I do not think I will start studying dance and music again, I know that I will not lose my interest in it..Am still a great fan of classical dance and music)

Guitar-7 months ( ROTFL)

Drawing-2 months

my interest dies down soon..so one year..IT IS A BIG DEAL.

Its been good. I met some very interesting people on the blogosphere..even made some friends. (that is rare!) I quit orkut for some reasons months ago, and the blog's been my only online correspondence. I guess I have grown quite fond of my blog.

Even though not a big success, I think everything went quite smooth..hmm..nice.:)

I was going through my previous posts, and comments, and I am happy...And I am in a mood for thanks giving...wonder if people will sit through reading the rest..I know I wouldn't. I mean, unknown people thanking unknown people, giving cryptic messages in between. Not my idea of fun. *sigh*. But i know now why people do that..

I am not mentioning the obvious, like my kindergarten teacher who taught me to read and write, my mom and dad and sis and bro-in-law for getting me a computer( the first two) and reading it(the other two). And the Microsoft and the Explorer and eblogger and all the computer people. And Charles Babbage and Bill gates, and Edison and Einstein and HCL and intel pentium mcps and the lot.

the not so obvious people. in that order itself.

1. My dentist. *snort* *chuckle* Very few people have their dentists to thank for their blog..haha..funny. still. I owe you a lot!!!! For my teeth, as well as my blog. ;)

2. Jay- for being the first person to comment on my blog. It was encouraging. Thankyou.

3. Appuannan- although unknowingly, you were the one who put the idea into my head. You introduced me to my favorite bloggers(which include yourself too). I know you read my blog. Thankyou for not making fun of it..:) you were great! Thankyou. afterall, you are family. i am bound to have some of your qualities,right?

p.s. write more!!!!

4. Binsy- My favourite follower..Your comments are like glucose- boost combination for me..I know you love my blog. Not just like, but love. your responses are really sweet..YOU are sweet..Thankyou soo much kiddo!!

5 .chef mithu- Hmm..I soo love the way you think it is your right to read and comment on every single blog post of mine. You have patiently endured my naggings to comment, and actually "read" before commenting. You are my PRO, rt?;) got many readers for my blog...no thankyou for you. It was your duty. *shrug*

6.Sree- for being just you. for not showing any surprise whatsover over the fact that i came up with a blog. Your attitude was like-"its about time". Loove you a loTT!!. btw, lazybones, comment okay!

7. destiny- for knowing the right dose of encouragement. coming from you, it means a lot,being a great blogger that you are..:)

8. xh- you are always the first to comment. i like that.

9. hamish- I don't have a role model when it comes to blogging(or anything) but i guess your blog still stands the best among all the blogs i've read,closely followed by silverine's. I dont know why I am thanking you, you have absolutely nothing to do with my blog, but still, it is a great pleasure to read your blogs. and you remain the only one who has actually pointed out my unforgivable grammatical errors. Thankyou.

thankyou all, who read this far, and also who might be commenting on the post. The strangers, who don't even know my name, but still care enough to comment-thanx a lot!!!

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good bye.

2009-04-08T14:05:00.009+05:30

Had been putting off blogging about this for a while. Because I knew this will turn sentimental (more mental,less senti) at some point. And although I act normal about it, I might move my readers to tears (not that I haven’t done it before. My blood and gore filled stories which some of you were made to read under gunpoint had similar effect. ) *shrug* it is my blog. I can do anything.

Three long years. Very long, relatively long and tiresomely long three years. Of pain ,torture, hard work (ugh!) er..fun(?), fights (oh yeah).. three years of my college life.

THE END

Damn. Need a tissue to wipe off my tears. One sec..

Ahem. Back. So where were we? Oh yeah. The college chronicles. People, it is over. Of course, Its not yet officially over . June is this year’s cruelest month. My results will be out . And damn the fact that the brightest kid in my class who will surely bag a rank is my namesake. Damn damn damn, I am gonna have a hard time convincing people... Rank and me. Ha ha.

So just like Mr..er….(psst who was that nice young greek/roman gentleman who had a sword swinging over his head??) well, ahem, well my situation is somewhat similar to his.

*groan* this is tougher than I thought. Writing about my college life. It was one hell of a roller coaster ride, only that I was just a spectator staring at people who were having one hell of that ride..it just means that I was the whiny girl in the group. The pessimist.

I hated my college for so many things. We had separate blocks for arts and science groups. And the arts people always seemed to be having the time of their lives, where we on the other side had our battles with verniers, screwguages and (I like this one!) and chemistry labs. I am sure that the woes of the poor poor chem girls comes second only to ours..hmm..no, actually they suffered more. They had physics as a subsidiary subject..chemistry and physics all in a days work. Ha ha!!!!

Gee I now know what calvin meant when he said “life is never so bad that it can’t get any worse”

Well, I guess there isn’t anything new to the whole three year process..Some are already nodding their heads saying “been there, done that” I know. But my college is for me, special right?

I will miss the Gym Plaza the most . That’s what our auditorium was called. It was literally chekuthanum kadalinum edakku!!( between sea and devil)
The gym plaza is between our college and hostel. A girls’ college can be matched in evil only with a girls’ hostel.

Have hard time believing that? Well, we had a clinic near our block, and it will make the doctor’s xmas if he ever got a chance to take out voice boxes and dump it in the bin. On all occasions, without discrimination, we hooted, howled, yelped, stamped , danced, sang..er.well you get the idea. For some reason, the doc was irritated saying stupid reasons like it gave his patients a heart attack whenever there was a function in our auditorium..(rolling my eyes)

He is on top of the list of people I will never forgive. For I believe he is one prime reason our auditorium was shifted to the main block. We have a new one now, named “Elecium” (sigh,I know) which is never ever going to be the same as our dear old gym plaza….sniff sniff..am gonna cry..

The mirror room, which doesn’t have a mirror, our canteen, which we always turned to when we wanted to get a quick stomach upset just before an exam, my lab, teresian week, elections, malayali manka competitions..sigh, I will miss it all..

I spent my three years finding faults with my college, I still hate it for all those things it subjected me to, but you know what? I have the right to, and you don’t. Its my college, I can say what I want.

Oh, btw, we were actually thrown out of our college. Literaly. story goes like this.
On our last day we went to get our caution deposit back. No one really knew how much we actually paid.

My mom said the money will come to around 1000/-

My friends were of the opinion that it will never turn out to be less than 500/-

We found out we had paid only Rs 360/-.

We hoped we will get atleast get Rs 250/- back.

My caution deposit was exactly Rs 150/-

@#$%^@#$$$

And after grieving over the fact,we were discussing our possibilities sitting near the exam hall. Our discussion turned to mutual friends like Obama, Osama, and second homes like World Trade Centre, Pentagon, Sydney Opera House etc. We didn’t bother to keep our voices down. There were souls inside the exam hall, who had nothing else to do, than stare at the blank paper, and count the cracks on the wall, and of course, swat the flies. They needed entertainment. And who are we to deny them that?

There is this very sweet and gentle nun in the college office, whom we affectionately call “The Terrorist” .She very sweetly asked the watchman to er…show us ladies the way out, as we were disturbing the souls inside the hall. Her exact words being..er..something to that effect. She and Umbridge are first cousins by nature.

And thus we were thrown out of the college. WOW. Not that I needed an incentive or anything. But it hurt like mad, to be asked to step out of our own college premises. I will never forgive nor forget you terrorist. The actual ones seem like lambs when compared to you ..(psst,there is a lot to be told about this one, I will, after I manage to snatch my marklist outta her hands)

So. This is it. I am no longer a Teresian. Unless fate is cruel enough to subject me to the same torture for my PG too..

I still hate my college, half of it, for teaching me in a painful way what not to do. The other half, well the other half doesn’t seem that bad, now that I think of it.

Will miss you.

Updates.

1.joined driving classes. Stay out of the road till june, if you care for your life.
2.fell in love with Edward Cullen.
( he is the male lead character in the novel,Twilight. Edward is described in the book as being charming, polite, determined, and very stubborn. And romantic.(drools) Loves the girl more than his life. Attempts to commit suicide when he learns of his love’s death. Is breathtakingly handsome, and insists on getting married before they take their relationship to next level. So, he is perfect. Oh, one small drawback, did i mention he is a vampire, and a 110 years old?
Loved that book. But only with a small problem. Perfect guys are either vampires or warewolves. Well, I guess that’s the way world is..sigh!

when you can live forever,what do you live for?

and sigh!! edward..

found this while i was searching twilight on the net. loved this..please listen to this one. trust me.

jobless.

2009-03-29T15:14:00.004+05:30

have you ever felt like doing a lot of things when you have a lot of other things to be done? and when you don't have anything in particular to be done, you just don't want to do anything at all??

yeah. thats how i feel.

all i can now think of doing is sleeping. zzzzzz....

right now i wanted to sneeze. but couldn't. see what i mean? btw its irritating when you want to sneeze and can't,isn't it??

meh.

zzzzz....

o mm..dozed off..what was i saying?

yawn.

Practical wisdom

2009-03-13T17:15:00.004+05:30

Yippee!!! Free!!! Free!!!!

No re, not the sale ad. I feel free!! My exams are over..YAY!

Er..well, over for now. Ok,have one next Thursday. But on record,all the exams I was supposed to write are over.
Hmm..er, well, almost.

Have the biggest of all exams, the scariest of them lot, yet to embark upon me. My practicals. I don’t know what sort of a person you are, and if you are the sort who thinks practicals are way too easy than theory, then..alas,great minds here made a slip.

I do not dread practicals. I am not that poor at them,I have managed to get out of the lab without forgetting to hand in the answer paper during my board exams,haven’t I? But its been three whole years since I wrote a university practical exam. I have purposefully forgotten how I can make a complete fool out of myself in front of the examiner. Need to dust out old..eech..painful memories..

I have this knack(is that the spelling) of asking the dumbest of questions possible. Or so I thought. Well, not quite. I learnt that I am not yet the last word on dumbness. Sometime ago, our teachers were giving this demo on practicals. The winding up session you know. Our poor teachers taking a last shot at telling us physics labs can be fun..they are optimistic I tell you.

So,during our demo, which included explaining the basic parts of all the equipments(this at the end of the academic year,mind you) she came across my not so favorite one,the rheostat. (all those from the science stream now will be thinking rheostat is something not even worth talking about at the graduation level, I know. But in my defense, my experiences with such simple apparatus including the screwguage, verniers, resistance boxes etc weren’t exactly fun )

So she was telling this one incident about how a girl ( not biased or anything. Girls can be good at electronics, but i am in a girl’s college) asked an examiner who tried to point out that the third terminal of the rheostat was not connected “ whoa! Slow down..a rheostat has three terminals??” ..and I made a mental note to start preparing a list of such questions I can come up with and get it verified with my teacher, you know, just in case..coz, well, I can’t honestly say I haven’t thought about that on!;)

My war with the torsion pendulum apparatus is famous. There are four pendulums in our lab, and I have repeated the experiment four times. I even know the values byheart. It is believed that all except one pendulum is bewitched. I, being the dumbo that I am, never thought twice why others were fighting over one particular apparatus when there were four others. Had I known such trifle details and practiced voodoo along with others, who knows, I might have not got so many repeats..

(my teachers usually give a repeat remark on records if they find the answer unsuitable. However, I was given a remark “complete the experiment,then repeat.” ;)

Its actually fun when you are not tensed. Experimenting you know. I did that during our project time. We got stuck midway through our project. We even had to consider redoing it, or changing it altogether. But , my project partner, with her determined attitude, went into extremes that no one ever even thought of going(read our pg lab), coming up with amazing solutions. Had this been centuries ago,it would be her sitting under the apple tree, instead of Newton. (added note. There are times at which I wish he had the wisdom to go sit under a coconut , or better, a jackfruit tree.)

That reminds me. I broke a TG (tangent galvanometer) at my lab. Not entirely my fault, I snoozed off. But no one said anything about the replacement. If my teachers are reading this, I am not the person you think I am.

A little bit scared… don’t know what blunders I am going to come up with. Although I do like optics expts. Coz they are done in a dark room..daark room.
If someone is to come check on at us during the exam, we can conviniently stop doing the thing we were not supposed to be doing and pretend we are doing what we are supposed to be doing. Although by doing what we were not supposed to be doing, we were desperately trying to find out what we were actually supposed to be doing.

One big applause to all my teachers for having the patience to endure complete dumbos like me for three years. They know us too well, still their loving hearts hope and pray we do well in the exam.

p.s. quantum dots did come up as a qn. But an essay one. You do know what and how much I knew about quantum dots, didn’t you? Do I still need to answer how my exams went?? Have mercy.

p.s.2. its gonna rain here..havooo!!

gotta get this outta ma system!!!!!!!

2009-02-17T16:07:00.006+05:30

can't breathe.......mouth turns dry..nothing comes into focus..everything is in a blur.
must....
do......
something......

water!!!!

um..no,tha doesn't seem to be the problem.

i wanna blog i wanna blog i wanna blog!! my exams are near i wanna comment on it. i am finally outta col and i wanna write about it!! i wanna see delhi-6 but i can't, still i wanna blog about it. my teeth hurts,dunno y, but i wanna blog about it. OMR sheets are boring, i wanna blog about it. i wanna join tweeter, but i wanna know who will bother to follow. i wanna pull my hair, pick my nose, do a dance, sing at the top of my lungs. and damn damn damn damn dese exams suffocating me. I DON'T CARE IF..no wait. i do care about the stuff i study. it is fairly, distanly interesting.

*WAIL* but i wanna blog and have my freedom back!

man study hols have to be this long???????? :(:(:(:(:(:(belch.

will be back soon in my form peeps, dontya worry. until then,i should go on a break.
uh oh..someone's coming-"a quantum dot is a seminconductor whose excitons are confined in all the three dimensions"..." am studying maaa....

psst. i now know what a quantum dot is. hope that comes up for the exam. hope hope hope................

yeah yeah,am outta here...

dragging................nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

one of those days!

2009-01-08T18:31:00.004+05:30

There are times in your life when you just feel soo blue...You feel like you don't have what you deserve..That life is unfair to you..That you are denied what you are rightfully entitled to have..You feel like you don't fit in..or that nothing fits you..That is when you realise with a pang in your heart that.......you have outgrown all your clothes and you don't have anything new to wear today to college...

*sigh!*

Don't laugh. One day you Will know what i mean. God! i was soo angry today morning while getting ready for college..I mean, i woke up with a determination to pamper myself. wear my best clothes, and actually wear matching accessories( whatever that means!) and what do i find? oh, the apt question will be- what do i not find??

If i complain to my amma she would probably say this..

amma: Don't be silly, what about the blue dress we went and bought from kalyan?

me:its not washed!

amma:what about that one achan bought from madras?

me:i wore it already last week,and week before last and many more that preceded!

amma:hogwash! what about the one which igot drycleaned?

me:urm well..that one huh?? you think that will do?..(i ponder over this for some 38 micro seconds and fortunately comes out of the spell)

amma: and the one you just got stitched-the pretty pink one that your ettan got you?

me: er!

amma:oh i forgot.that black one-silky and smooth..best for this weather..

me: (dryly) oh that?

amma: you do look pretty in that green one you knw!

me: something tells me i won't be getting a new dress!

amma: something got the idea pretty quick. now go get dressed!

Ah! pains of growing up!i hate college for this thing(among many others) that i don't have a uniform..takes away the pleasure of showing off a new dress to all you know!

Don't tell me i am immature now! pshaw!!! sathyam para- you know what i mean don't you??

sigh! one look at the pricetags on the pretty salwars makes you wish that you still lived in the pre historic age, with jambavan as immediate neighbour and happening fashion statement!
shopping is so depressing these days! hmm..maybe one day i should just do what apoos did!

Oh! have to mention- inspite of all this my knowledge in fashion is still tagged meagre. like my knowledge in cooking. they say my cooking abilities "exceeds expectations"..yeah, they never expected me to distinguish salt from sugar,which i apparantly did! i suck at fashion too..my friends and classmates are seriously concerned over my idea of fashion.what will i do dears when you aren't around?

i mean whats the use that if you know the load twist graph of a torsion apparatus is a straight line passing through the orgin or that that the electron moving in a lattice moves in a periodic potential when you don't know that green skirt and blue top don't go well with each other???

oh oh...HELP!

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

2008-12-31T17:10:00.013+05:30

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..

2008-12-22T10:48:00.007+05:30

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!!!!!

2008-12-18T14:53:00.005+05:30

" 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!

2008-12-11T16:21:00.004+05:30

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!!

2008-11-11T10:04:00.006+05:30

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

2008-10-31T17:23:00.003+05:30

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.
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".)
chemistry lab is not a nice place to hang out.
college canteen can be injurious to health.
"this will only take a minute" will always and always take more than an hour.
when someone says "do not message me" and blocks you over orkut and ignores your 2987th message, fat chance it means "i love ya!"
issac newton was evil. and so is gravity.
ceasing to blog is not categorised as public service.
"this is going to hurt just a little bit" means it is going to hurt a lot more than that.
blogging while you have an exam tomorrow is not gonna make figures look good on your progress card.
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...

2008-09-20T10:48:00.007+05:30

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.....

2008-07-18T09:32:00.004+05:30

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!!

2008-07-05T13:26:00.003+05:30

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....

2008-06-20T09:11:00.001+05:30

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...

2008-05-20T12:01:00.020+05:30

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!!