Friday, November 13, 2009

Pleasing your Senses :: Ready??

Kiran, my little bro had tagged me sometime back. Only now the time has come for it. This is the tagggggggggg:


1. Those murky corners striking your nose with the pungent smell. All the Worlds a Toilet. Only in India, we are gifted with free Open Door Toilets. As you travel by in a bus, you can see heroes doodling out their hoses on walls, almost anywhere every 10 feet down the line.

Allow me to sit pleazzzzzzzzeeeeee: Rude Ladies, who don’t allow me to sit on the edge seat in a city bus. I request them, telling them that I’ll have to get down in the next 2 stops. Declined, I push myself and my cushions & extra baggage into that narrow crevice and place myself onto the seat. The moment I sit, the place where I have to get down comes. Then I really struggle again. Well for a moment, my Chance, I brush roughly heaving my weight on that sweet lady, until her face contorts.

If you have a stiletto, it would be great. You can also scratch & poke for that rudeness. But unfortunately, I wear a flat sole. Sometimes I wish, I can give her a mild fracture with my gentle foot.

That random stray hair that somehow finds its way into my food. How in the world that I, only I, get to see it. Or Am I gifted with Attention to Details. I’m just pissed off and never touch that food.

Squirmy, orange betel juice sprayed carelessly from the bus window. Lucky if you escape it. As a kid, I used to wonder, whether they gobble some water along with the betel leaves. They churn out such Enormous Production. It dribbles down the lanes, orangy, reddish squash….. Forming various Amoebic forms
It lovely to watch it take vivid forms, unless you horrendously realize that’s SALIVA.

Unclean toilets (let me not dwell into details, considering the peace of my fellow bloggers), that brings your gut to your mouth.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

You wanna me to write? Eh

Oh what do I write? Nothing strikes me.
The old Well behind my house doesn’t kindle me,
Our back house little boy's peeing like a fountain, doesn't awe me,
The Old man who keeps staring, staring at our window until his eyes bulge out,
Neither does it anger me.

Devoid of emotions,
What Am I to do,
His mom's visits dwindling out nowadays,

Doesn't make me jump and yell with delight.
That brat of a boy, who scratches my new car daily with his cycle,
My hands doesn't twitch to twist his ears red.

Oh What I'm to fill out here,
For you to read,
Or to tell you about the old salwars in my closet I pull down on me effortlessly,

That seams and curves that finally releaved that I have a hip,
Do I brag about that achievement.

Oh What do I write,

Have I been drained of emotions?

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Technlogy has improved very much AAAaaaaah

You get a computer installed at your home for your office work. You hardly allow your inquisitive mom to touch it.

Thinking what these baby boomers have to do with computer. They grown up in an era of luxury of working in a Government Office know nothing of these Millenials.

Oh la, then feel sorry for her, teach her to use the mouse painstackingly( like how she taught you to hold ur pencil). Get irritated at times, if the mouse sqeaks out of the screen or if a simple ARROW KEY is not known. Or she stares at the screen if you ask to do a PAGE DOWN, thinking that something has to be done at the monitor to scroll down the page.

You think, URL doesn;t make sense to them, teach only Google & Yahoo messenger.

Weeks later, she teaches you to download songs from a devotional site that you had tried for ages & ages & let go futile.

Feeling embrassed that she is reading ur blog, tried to block off its access from Googe. Like a teenage daughter hiding her boy friends details. THINKING THAT ONLY GOOGLE IS KNOWN TO HER.

Alas little did You know, that she knows to type it correctly,Add it to My Favourites, browses for medicinal information, uses WIKI extensively, watches her daily Tamil Soaps-Arasi, Siva Sakthi in it. Reads your post as soon as it is posted.


Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Sweet Memories

How did we all click. Well to make a long,long story short, we all "back benchers" in sixth were always under the scrutiny of the teachers.
We had something in common, We HATED PLAYING SPORTS(but watching it from a far, far distance), loved books-------oops story books.

We 5 of us-fought, hit, had fun & became friends. We never thought we would come this long.

Messie & I used to make magnificient sand castles & cakes, with water deligently dropped from a water bottle cap.

Marie, you had the sweet habit of scratching with ur finger nails and take a bit of flesh with it. One quick moment, leaves u with small red imprints.

You can find all bits of odd items like inland letters, cards, pieces of brown book covering paper flying, key chains & earings out of messie's school bag.

During evening hours after other girls have left, me & messie will dig our hand into it and if lucky, will find a Rs 50 note or even Rs100. Like queens, the same day it goes into canteen.

I had the sweetest temper of all, bark & fight with u girls.

We never bothered abt high scoring, scrapping was sufficient, to put a wide grin. Ofcourse, our gang too had a class topper, an exceptional case. THe heart beat a bit too fast as your name is called, but is instantly gratified with any mark. Coz we were humble & satisfied with what god gave, unlike the other girls(heeeeeeeee).

We all felt elated when Amlu used to get the profiency certificate, as if we ourselves got it. 7th & 8th Std-Sitting next to Amlu, I pretended really hard during those french classes, listening, coz the miss' attention was always on us, as she was a topper. Amlu's purse used to be loaded with suckcee, & these orange toffees(pulipumittai in tamil). Our mouth generously loaded those during those french class & put on an intent hard working look.

The countless number of Secret Seven, Five Find Outers, Famous Five, St Clares, Nancy Drews, Hardy Boys, Sherlock Holmes---------from there started our never ending thirst for books.

Remember how we searched our school library for the second volume of Count of Monto Cristo. It was those days, when I would come home & finish off a full novel within an evening with devoted attention, only getting up for dinner. How I tried to read "God of Small Things" by arundhati roy, you girls followed suit, but gave up half way.

Sighhh, if only we showed it in studies,we wud have been somewhere.

That cycle shed behind the canteen where we hid ourselves from PET class. Coz, If caught, u had to jog & of course play volley ball. Basket ball was different affair. You can pretend, that u play, u can dribble and not give the ball to others.

Prici had a different story altogether. If caught by PET miss, her long nails carefully nurtured & polished will be chopped off on the spot. Then where goes the different colours of bottles stacked up.

We'd liked to sit, warm beneath & chat.

How we(mary & I) used to run all the way to canteen during that 10 mins break to sip that Rs 1 COLA(a long bar of frozen,essenced water packed in a wrapper) & samosa. Those days, my papa used to give me just Rs5 or 10 every day or less, correctly counted to the decimal of each value.

I think I'm the only one who used to participate year on year in running race, until ONE DAY in 9th I came in FIFO(First in First Out) was running alone last in the race.

We were an unique breed, tall, bulky mistook for sports girls. Marie's mom used to joke, whether we formed into a gang becoz to elude away our complexes of being plumpy, "BIG AUNTIES".

Wish to write more & more------------------. Will catch up in another post-:)

Saturday, May 16, 2009

A beautiful poem from a lovely lady

This poem is from a very sweet & lovely lady called Mary. My sis' friend. I love you dear. Thanks for including me in your prayers.

I have a friend so pure and so true..
Her name is Tota (berry) and I love her so..

She also has a dream

I am praying for her, too
I feel so old.. a lot older than she & you
I have seen many griefs and tasted pain every day anew
My heart was torn apart in different ways
for me, for others, and for people whom I never knew
I assure you that the sun will rise
Just lift up your eyes to Heaven and ask Him who created you
Tell Him I am a soul that is searching for you...I am looking everywhere high and low

Do I get to meet with you?
Do I get to see you?
Do I get to touch my dream bestowed upon me from you..?
You care for the sparrows and teach them to flyyou care for even the worms and feed them when they are behinds rocks..
The mountains are so beautiful, but how can I see beauty?
My heart is griefing and I am bringing it to you

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Cluttered Mind

Sometimes I wonder why it happened,
Does somebody have an answer for me,
Alone I stand on the top of a mountain,
Bleak & foreboding, emptiness & darkness below,
I'm driving on a lonely night,
Endlessly, the route gets darker & darker,
WIll atleast he come till the end,
This feeling sends creep & chills down my spine

Its like you go to a death,
The grief & remorse of the people there makes you scared of life,
One moment, I saw a mirage, in the wink of an eye, it vanished,
Crudely waken out of a beautiful dream,
I called you my angel,
You truly became one.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Supercalifragilistic Expialidocious

Back in 2006, our MBA class had a group assignment, to sell a imaginary product to a target audience.Our class had lots of innovative ideas like -selling packaged drinking water through pipes.

Ours was a truly innovative one. Sparked out of my thinking cap. I think u people should accept it, it occasionaly does ???? Sometimes,Never, Rarely.

ONce i had a dream of watching a Walt disney show with my sis, open air on the terrace. It was showcasted not on the projector, it was showcasted on the sky. The picture floated and bended on the curves. Like a kite floating. It was perfectly seaming with the clouds. I just need to get it patented, before Walt Disney steals my idea -:) .

We refined the idea to a LCD TV, ideal for hostel people, portable, u can just project it on a wall & watch. We used a calculator, pretented to switch & change channels. We made nice gimmicks.

It was those lovely days, when u did not care or bother abt anything. U had ur parents to pamper, clothes readily washed & ironed & neatly placed, meals ready.

Guess what, our team won the best marks. No, You are wrong, there were other better entries.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Nitty-Gritties of Ready Made Cooking

Cooking--------. Its a subject of passion for some of my blogger friends. Well, to boast abt my culinary skills, I'm a pathetic cook.

My sis used to watch different TV shows, scoop up all cook books in the market. When she was in college, she had a collection of books by Malika badrinath. Whenever a show of hers was telecasted, we used to make fun of her, saying her MIL's show is going on.

My lunch items are as follows:
1. Carrot Rice
2. Tomato Rice
3. Egg Rice
4. Lemon RIce
5. Dhall

With any veggie with each of those.You can mix, toss & make any of these easily.
Ideal for office goers.

My refrigerator & shelves will be stocked up with
brown bread, eggs and kellogs & maggi atta
noodles, ready made rice noodles, puttu flour,
raggi flour.

Other essential must have are Ginger garlic
pastes, rasam powder, parrupu podi ------------

i think i'm a far better cook than my friend, who
used to make tea, by boiling hot water & milk
separately and mixing both together in a tumber
to be served -:)

Friday, March 6, 2009

Candles, Caramels et Love

For each of my bday, he cuts me a surprise midnight cake(though it was a surprise only the first time)Immediately within days after our marriage, my bday, it was a real pleasant happiness for me, when he woke me up in the middle of the night. It was mushy, mushy and gushy night.

The first year after our marriage, I had a small belief that my Scarlet Pimpernal will repeat it. Yes, I saw him bring it in stealthily,as secretly as possible,... Hide it in the other room. All the cloak & dagger, left no surprise. Though I had to pretend all along for my cherub that I didn't know. Give a fake surprise, a loud cry of happiness to dupe it all.

The Second year, my smarty learnt the trick. He came home,didn't notice any bulge in his bag. Nothing to betray on his face.Angry that this fellow forgot it. We had our dinner. He should have forgotten it.

Clock ticked on, 11.30 nothing

11.45, no signs of any emotions. He kept on to watch TV

12.00, he slept peacefully. Every now & then, I cocked my head to see if he is stirring. Nothing , nothing happend.

12.15, I got frustrated, I shook him up, he didn;t stir a bone. I gave him a sidelong kick & slept.
Suddenly around 1.3o, he woke me up and took me to the other room. My heart touched to see the small table pulled up and the baby candles.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Signs that you are in a Writing Profession/PreSales:

- You unconsciously highlight and color all areas, even in ur blog

- As soon as u drop something on the floor or disturbed a well arranged pile of clothes
( You mind raucously urges u to do a CTRL + z)

- As u talk to ur hubby, ur senses consciously spells out each word and imagines

- When H touches u, give him a blank stare in the middle of the night and ur mind quickly races asking which technology he is made out of Java or .NET. When is the DEADLINE FOR COMPLETION.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

He or She

Everytime, we go for a scan, My over inquisitive mom & dad,will ask us to pry & find out the sex of the baby.

Everytime I stare & peer at the screen with the sole intent, all I get to see is a black bubly image staring at us & slowly moving.

In Almost 2 consecutive scans, the radiologist egged on that the baby is sleeping with its one hand under the head and legs crossed one over the other. Just like ur lazy dada.

Oldies said, 8th month scan, things will be clear. But the smart radiologist,asked H to sit down & wait, said will show at the end of the scan.

At the end, elle dit-'this is the head, eyes, noses, hands et oh la, elle arrêté là. In a flash of a second, just brought it down and took it back'.

In a lightning moment , I think I saw something tiny, weeny, dangling out there.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Time Flies by

It looked as if in June, we were patiently checking out the kit for a small invisible positive line. See it grow faithfully day by day.The bolder the line, the happier, I became-'A Mom'. As soon as slight, feeble trace showed up, my parents, sis started to pray fervently.

God heard them !!! H & I choked. He was happy & relieved more of giving a grandson to his father.

U r a miracle to me. Unlike all mothers, I watched u grow from the time u were just 1.1 mm smal, like a small seed grow. Aggressive prayers of ur granpa, granma & ur gitama, saw u burst & join. Each day on the scan, was a miracle of God. My papa fought with his god and made him answer.

The time I knew u were formed into life,breathing, u were 40mm in size.

God sent his angel to make this happen. The day I started to consult, Dr. NR,things started to grow positive. Gods hands through her, blessed life into me.
You gave me recognition, breathing space & relief.

This year, Feb end, I await you joyously.