boredom breeds insanity

Of Learnings and Emotions

2010-10-22T16:32:00.001+05:30

beingCorporate

She wanted to change the cruel world around her. Stepping into her workplace, she was clear and optimistic. A black-box said, “Oh deluded soul! Here’s the bug for today”. She stared and typed until her vigor was sucked by the monotony. The deafening silence snubbed her imagination. She returned home …

Dazed.

Helpless.

Resigned.

My attempt at 55.word.fiction again. Though, really, it isn't entirely fiction. Most of the lost vigor was mine and that is what work has done to me. Many lessons learnt. Many stories heard. Many emotions felt. The past year has made me grow in ways that I never thought I would. And now, I say, I am old. Old enough to say I am old. KThxBye.

Python Hyssssteria

2009-03-15T23:00:00.004+05:30

If you are a Vodafone user I am sure you already know or you deleted the message before you got to know. If you are any other user, I really don't know what to say.

So here it is -

Check this out and watch the video here.

And most importantly be here -

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A collection of the crazy characters, sight gags and sketches without punchlines.
Adapted from the genius of the 60s British classic Monty Python.

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So why not just be there when you know it doesn't happen often in Hyderabad and when you know you do not have an exam on sunday...

Rafa Vs Roger

2009-02-01T19:13:00.015+05:30

Australian Open 2009 Men's Singles Final

[1] Rafael Nadal Vs [2] Roger Federer

Here is what I wanted to do. I wanted to show how biased the commentators were towards Federer. It happened mid second set so I decided I'd note down a little of what they said. But all I was doing was opening and closing my laptop because every time I opened it Nadal lost a point and I had to close it. I am weird. I believe in such things. (If you did not realize yet - I support Federer's opponent any day and I hated Federer until I made the previous post.)

So here goes my list.

For the second set...

This is bewildering.

And Federer won the set.

For the third set...

This is phenomenal tennis. ( I type this and Nadal loses a point in the tie break and I closed and opened late in the 4th set when I realised I was being foolish)

General observations - Vijay Amritraj needs new words to be coined - Magnificent, tremendous, spectacular, stupendous, phenomenal have done their job.

For the fourth set...

He has got amazing reserves of energy and stamina ... He looks indestructible. ( And I am surprised they are praising him).

Then the justifications pour in. (Come on! Federer can't lose. Something not going well for him today. Next time, I swear the stars are going to kill you for holding them responsible everytime Federer loses.)

His serve hasn't been good. (Quotes his 2nd set 1st service percentage and attributes that to his 2nd set win. - BALLS!)

Federer feels he has been in the wrong end of the line calls... (Federer challenges a point and shakes his head and they have to discuss it.)

We are going to 5!!

Flash the statistics and there we go again

1st serve % Federer - 62% Nadal - 55%

So thats why Federer won. (To hell with your logic - Really)

For the fifth set...

Nadal's 5th set record ** to 3

Federer's 13 to 11

Who is your money on?

Its the fifth set anything can happen.... ( Oh! finally some sense)

Now comes what the commentators were hoping would make Nadal lose.

Lactic acid build up!

He is supposed to be tired... I don't know if he knows the meaning of that word.

And then the comment that hurt me the most

The greatest player of all time VS the greatest player of the moment... (!!!)

And its justification time again when Federer was broken the 1st time in the 5th - Federer's top spin backhand (to Rafa's forehand) ... overcooked it and its break point...

And when he was broken - Guess what!?! Its his backhand again.

And then came a bunch of goodness for Rafa. They didn't have a choice, did they?

May be he has run out of ideas with this 22 year old Spaniard.The Spaniard who never gives up.

The calm(Federer's) has been broken by this man.

Look at him - hes the one who is supposed to be tired ... hes the one who is supposed to be running out of steam!?! :D

Now you know why Verdasco would have made an easy opponent for Federer and a useless finalist!!!

So we are not done with Federer love yet -

How many errors do you think Federer has made with this top spin backhand in this match?? (WHY!!)

It can't be nerves... (Please let him live!)

5-2 Federer to serve to stay in the final. ( How Fed-centric! )

Errors are still coming from Federer!

15-40 to deuce

AD Nadal

7-5 3-6 7-6 3-6 6-2

For the aftermath...

Some Nadal Jap -

What a remarkable performance by this man. Two 5 setters won back to back and 10 hours on court.

Indefatigable human machine.

Greatest tennis athlete of all time writing a tennis history that no one else can match - least of all, Federer.

Federer : God, Its killing me. (And he cried)

I don't want to have the last word.

In the first moment you're disappointed, you're shocked, you're sad, you know, then all of a sudden it overwhelms you.The problem is you can't go in the locker room and just take it easy and take a cold shower. You can't. You know, you're stuck out there. It's the worst feeling. It’s rough.

You can't go through your whole life as a tennis player taking every victory that's out there. You've got to live with those, you know. But they hurt even more so if you're that close, like at Wimbledon or like here at the Australian Open. So that's what's tough about it.

And to the world - Stop over - analyzing him. Stop breaking down every aspect of his tennis. Leave him alone. Poor Federer.

Nadal (and I) : Rog, sorry for today...

Roger Federer

2009-02-01T19:06:00.005+05:30

There is another post coming... But I guess I have to say this before that.

Roger Federer is human. I just saw him cry. Now I love him. Not because he cried but because hes soo normal. He is not God. He is our kind.

God save the commentators.

Again, Federer - I love you. You are great!

Being the busy bee

2008-11-24T17:09:00.005+05:30

I haven't written in a long time. Ok, I know that is not the kind of sentence one makes when one returns to something. But I couldn't say, Its sad I haven't been blogging. There seems to be enough sadness down here to make people think I am in a mental asylum now. Anyhow.

Yeah! Busy life is what I wanted. And thats what life made itself be. Not like there was no breathing space. Not like there was no time to update. But I guess thats what being busy is all about.

Its weird how people get busy thinking about the 100 things they have to do. Yes, you might want to think I was in one such situation. But I hate to believe that.

Its encouraging - the thought of having things to do. But the thought is not the only thing to do. I don't know how many people might get what I intend to say. In all the time I have been busy, I am not sure if I actually was. Oh! I am doing so many things you have no idea. You can never manage to do something like this. And so I made myself happy. And so now I sulk in defeat. I am not happy about having been busy. Its frustrating to know that after all these years its a sense of direction you lack.

So now, since thats out of my system, I feel happy. Very happy.

I guess I am done with all the busy life. Its time to laze around. With all the concerts coming this November and December, I cannot ask for more. Besides, I am off this place after almost a year. Yes, it feels good. Its all I need. Some time to think and a change to get back.

And hey! I guess I am back and in love with Sikkil Gurucharan. Ha!

How?

2008-07-22T23:39:00.003+05:30

I never believed in partying for nothing. Now when I think there is a reason to party, I realize I don't know how to. Its sad. This ignorance...

Untitled

2008-07-03T23:38:00.004+05:30

Its not a weird feeling. It has become a daily feature. Oh hell! Life is only that now. A terrible feeling of overcoming something really dreadful. I sulk. I have forgotten to laugh. There is no enthusiasm. Its just pissing whatever is.

I am not cribbing. I am not being cancer-moody. I think I am in pain. But who is listening? Worse - who even wants to listen?

I hate the world. But I still think life is great wherever it is going...

On suddenness, confusion and kids

2008-06-01T21:19:00.007+05:30

Lately, kids are what I see almost everyday. Some come home. Some get scared to come home. Some come to office. Some come to my desk for virtual chocolates. Some hate me for fooling them. Some hope to see a dog at random places I point. Bottom line - Kids are almost a part of my life suddenly.

So it was "Bring your child to work day" at office the other day. And there were too many kids obviously. So my friend and I roamed a little to check out the kids (and made some smart conclusions on developers and their taste in women/wives). Little - thanks to all the work she had to do and all the staring I had to do. Its frustrating. Really. Especially when the place is so cool and so perfect to work (... and sleep probably. But I'd prefer to work.) Anyhow, we get to the building of action and we see more kids. Big, small, babies... kids with glasses and kids without them. (Its shocking how eyes can be so badly played with. Its depressing when I can't read things on the board now and there these toddlers wear glasses already. Depressing that too.) So we stood among them and looked around. Feeling totally out of place and expecting some kid to call us aunty and we not realizing it until we get pushed. That didn't happen though. Kids posing with us for pics also did not happen. So we ended up posing together like fools. Besides, I really don't know anyone who'd come with me to work. Except Korean kids ofcourse. But I can't obviously take them. Little too hard to make people believe that I have a Korean husband, leave alone the fact that I have a 10 year old son. :-O

So now, after all that and a lot of thinking, I wish I were some 15 years younger so I'd be a kid myself then. Oh and I also generally wish I had a 1 year old kid. And if there is some kind of stone that'll keep you 1 year old forever I'll buy it for anything. I am just being stupid probably but I really don't know what to do. This work is driving me crazy. Or in my case its the stress of thinking how I'd rather do what everyone else is doing than stare at the world and its unfairness. And somehow this whole "I want to start my life all over again" thought comes up. I realize just how hard it is to take it all as it comes, when you know exactly what to change and how far ahead in time you are to change it. And it ends there.

One has to be one year old all their life. Thats when everything is happy. Thats when you have too little a past that you remember and can look back at. Interestingly, thats when you only have to cry for gems. Thats when people listen to you. Thats when your existence is noticed. Thats the only time you should live all your life.

Crazy maybe but I feel happy thinking about such things. Something that is too hard to get these days... Ok that was a sooper jump from where I was.

Anyhow, I am suddenly supporting chennai super kings now. Actually, I am suddenly watching IPL now. That should tell you how confused I am. Or should I call it confused? Oh, there you have it ...

Sree Ranganatha

2008-03-10T22:06:00.003+05:30

There was a time when I used to listen to ONLY this song. And I finally found it online today...! So that phase shall start off on youtube now. :-D

I have no words. The song is just too beautiful. Aha Arabhi...

Jodhaa Akbar

2008-02-24T23:00:00.003+05:30

I finally saw Jodhaa Akbar today and I loved it. Honestly, I didn't have high hopes after what people said. Probably it was this lack of hope that made me like it so much.

The start itself was awesome, to me atleast. I love Amitabh Bachchan's voice. And then Hrithik Roshan's upper part happened and I was staring and staring until they tilted the camera downwards. Whatte shock! I saw how badly he needs to be taught to walk like Akbar. A sloppy walk he has all through the movie, like he is this rubber man in a circus. That aside, he looked extremely hot with that moustache and acted better than Kaho na pyaar hai and Dhoom 2. Effectively, one of his best films so far. Thankfully Akbar wasn't a man with supernatural powers or such shit.

And then there was Aishwarya Rai Bachchan who comes with all this I want to follow my dharm ideals and succeeds. Ofcourse, she also succeeds in keeping Akbar from touching her. But then we knew Akbar had to touch her at some point of time and I literally sat there waiting for it. The whole war thing in the beginning and in between were all so well-made that yes, I fell in love with the director, but I was getting little too bored watching Jodha be this extremely wonderful human being, playing with rabbits and birds and all that, who Akbar cannot touch but can only "Check out" through those heavily carved windows. And when the intimate stuff actually happened, it became one huge comedy affair. On the floor or on the bed. On the floor or on the bed. Floor maybe... some timepass and then yay!!! bed it'll be! Now to actually credit Ash for what she did - Unlike the world, I thought she was really good in this movie. For all those who called her a moving doll with nothing to do, I so disagree. She did ACT. Ofcourse, she wasn't on screen as much but when she was and the story needed her, she did well. Especially the sword fight with Hrithik, the anger was so clearly evident on her face that I forgot she was acting, for a while. The only thing one could probably point out was that she was too thin for the role. But again, you would have laughed if Hrithik would have seen someone else and said Masha Allah because I almost puked when Ranbir Kapoor said that in Saanwariya. Anyhow, she was beautiful and all that she had to be in the movie.

And so there were people and there were wars and these people spoke. They spoke Urdu but man, what dialogues! One after the other, things that I wish I could say. Things that I would love to say if only I remembered them. I vaguely remember ekaant and khaaaamosh and muaf and khauff and Mohabbat. Actually, if anyone noticed, Hrithik says maaf instead of muaf at almost the end of the movie. I still can't figure if that was a mistake or what... Anyway, if I watch it again, it'll be ONLY for the dialogues. So not like what we usually get to hear.

Then there was God and there was AR Rehman. Its been a while since I have heard so many amazing songs in one movie. I was singing along all the songs during the movie, that this person next to me got scared. Really, they aren't these normal Hindi songs where you can remember words. Every word is so new to me and to think of the fact that I and so many others know the songs by heart.....
It is ONLY because of the tune. The better the tune, the easier it gets to recogize patterns. Its how you feel when you see any alphabet for the first time. I fail to explain this properly all the time so I shall leave it at that. Like I was saying, the music is divine. Every song. Theres Mann Mohana by Bela Shende which is absolutely out of the world. I don't think Shreya Ghoshal can ever manage to sing that as well. Then Khwajaji by ARR which I don't even have to say anything about. Though the best, I think are, Jashn - e - Bahara and In lamhon ke daaman mein. When the chorus in lamhon ke daaman goes Kyun hai yeh aarzoo, kyun hai yeh justju, kyun dil bechain hai, kyun dil bathaab hai, I literally have goose bumps all over. Ok, I am out of words now. We just need ARR forever.
So, watch it if you haven't. Its different. Watch it for the dialogues and ARR. And I might also add, watch it to for Ash. She doesn't "just act" often.

Oh please listen to Mann Mohana. It doesn't come all at a time in the movie. That spoils the beauty...

Kill me!

2008-02-23T10:51:00.003+05:30

I can't stop laughing. Damn! Looks like this guy has a huuuge fan club for all the shit he has done. But man sooo effing FUNNY!

Sam Anderson - The next ultimate/super super star

a 8 ah 7 aah 6 5 4 3 2 1 and repeat... Enna Koduma saar idhu ~x(

Epdi irundha naan ippadi ayitten! Hehehe!!!

Blesh blesh! LOL

And the climax...

And to see what else people have done to make him famous click here. Whatte Comedy!! :D :D

Final Set - 2

2008-01-19T15:57:00.000+05:30

I can't believe I am making a similar post so soon... But hey I guess Federer heard me :-D

6-7 7-6 5-7 6-1 10-8

AGAIN Whatte score!

So much excitement.

So much praying.

Man! One helluva match.

The people weren't watching because Federer was in it . It was for how he could make mistakes too. How he can overcome pressure. How he can tilt the match from 0 - 40. Its this excitement that one wants.

We want to see lesser math and more thrill...

Thank you Federer though Tippy boy almost kicked your ass real bad. I was hoping he'd win only because ( like you said ) there can't be draws in tennis. Damn! You were bloody good.

Final set

2008-01-18T22:30:00.000+05:30

I don't know whos writing the script for this one but it is a block buster.

And I couldn't agree more.

INCREDIBLE MATCH. The last game was what you call zup zup ^ 4.

Ok so I missed the first 4 sets. But considering I saw match point #1 only in the 5th set I assume the 7-6 (in the 4th) wasn't as hard as it seems.

So here we go...
Australian Open '08 3rd round
Andy Roddick Vs Philipp Kohlschreiber
5th set

Familiar, VERY familiar... With Roddick, such situations are familiar.

Philipp Kohlschreiber opens the set... DAMN! DAMN! Its the FINAL set and it isn't even women's tennis ( where breakpoints happen every game ). Both of them are serving well, and I am hoping Roddick will break early. But NO... They are on serve till 5-4 (They didn't drop a point till the 6th game, if I remember right). Roddick serves and he serves bad. 1 double fault in 54 games and 2 in just the 55th game (WTF? WTF?!?).
Its only then I begin explaining to a friend what a mini break is and how different 30-30 is from 15-40 and what do I see... Match Point Kohlschreiber. The ad court is particularly lucky for Roddick's service and he saves 4 match points (The 1st match point, he has an argument with the umpire and proves him wrong by challenging the call... DAMN! HE IS SOOO CUTE) and converts his first game point. So I am celebrating and mom's friend is not very pleased with what I am screaming (Agreed Roddick can't hear but who cares!). Both then go on to hold serves with the ACES box permanently stuck on screen and the commentators defining quality tennis all over again. No tie break so I curse Roddick's luck again.

The match was over before I could finish cursing.

I guess I am getting used to Roddick losing such close matches. The fact though is, its such long matches ( like in Australian Open 2003 against El Aynaoui where the 5th set went on and on and on for ages. Tho' Roddick won that one) and fights with the umpire ( Oooh! He once called the umpire a MORON :D) that make him so adorable. This match had both.

6-4 3-6 7-6 6-7 8-6

Whatte score. Matches like these keep tennis alive.
You can see the "master" play his shots.
Admire it, love it and worship it.
But you can't feel the excitement because there isn't any.
Sometimes perfection gets too monotonous and thats why the master's game, I say, is only meant to be in the library.

And...

2008-01-12T23:34:00.000+05:30

I feel lonely again...

Its the third time I had to say bye to him. The first time was bad. Really bad. From fighting to sleep on which side of the bed to sleeping all alone. From "solve this problem in 10 mins" to "Oh shit! I cant do this alone" it was a painful transition. But there was atleast this chance of meeting him during weekends or sometime every month.

The second time he was going farther. Little too far to come back every weekend or every month. Back then, I thought I wouldn't see him for a year. Separation began to redefine itself. More loneliness was felt. No one to help. No one to fight with. No one to save me from mom. No one to spy. I swear, you should be happy if you have siblings. Its really sad to live alone.

And then in between all this boredom and sadness he suddenly said he was coming back for a while and I celebrated. Really. Your prayers aren't heard very often.

Anyhow, lots of chocolates and an expensive surprise (atleast I didn't think he'd spend so much on me) and there was happiness all around. I could stay out late too coz he'd pick me up. Generally, more fun than the life I had been living.

And today, he went back. The same airport. The same chaos. The same "your cabin baggage is too big, sir" (Bloody! Tennis racquets aren't balls. They break). There weren't tears this time. Though there was this confused expression on his face, he knew he didn't belong here anymore. He had to go back. I knew it too. But it gets too hard to accept things sometimes.

I say this because it IS the end of all the time we had spent together. We won't be there for each other when we get back home (Not like we spoke too much. The presence itself was enough). I don't share my room with anyone anymore. I've begun to say my bro lives in the US and I am alone at home. I know its all true, its just too hard to believe its all happening to me.

Technically, its been happening for a while now. Only, everytime he comes back, this feeling strikes me with greater force. Maybe its just a phase and I'll probably begin to accept that he'll only be a visitor now, that we'll never be so close anymore and that we'll never be able to get any closer (Come on... I have worn braces. This shouldn't be hard)

But ahh! Its just too difficult.

I've bitched too much, talked too much and made fun of him like crazy. But there will always be love in the air.

Now to learn to call him anna...

Ooh before I go, some last pictures of the airport before it shifts...

Vellai Pookal

2008-01-08T22:08:00.000+05:30

Its been a while since some song touched me so much. Though this isn't a new song, it deserves a post. I happened to hear it when Kanatthil Mutthamittal was shown on tv recently. And I have been listening to it ever since. Beautiful is all I can say.

Most of ARR's songs are hard to sing. I mean after listening to his version of a song one just cant listen to anyone else singing it. Especially Yeh jo des hai tera from Swades... I haven't heard one person sound as good as ARR. Again, there is Tere Bina from Guru which no one else can sing.

But this song is just too simple. And that adds to its beauty.

Listen to Vellai Pookal Ulagam Engum Malarhave here

History time...

2007-10-22T13:31:00.000+05:30

Just to record the moment...

Nalbandian beat Federer!!!! WOOOOHOOOOOO!

More later.

Its a funny world

2007-09-22T22:12:00.000+05:30

The more you loved them, the more you miss them.
The more you miss them, the more you learn to live without them.

And then you don't need them...

PS: Long bus journeys, rain and traffic jams can get you really talky.

BRAKE!

2007-09-12T23:10:00.000+05:30

Its crazy! Have I ever told you I love Hyderabad? Ok, NOW, I officially hate it.

There was this board on the divider which read HYDERABAD... Bigger, Better, GREATER... and there is more... What they forgot to mention was - in what way?!
So today was the day of realizations. Writing it all like a story is a pain to me and to you, so lets just check some salient points.

-> I hate Y.S Rajasekhar Reddy. From the bottom of my heart I hope something really really really bad happens to him.

-> Flyovers can fall. Even if a transformer falls it is equal to a flyover collapsing. Which brings us to another important point - Transformers fall because of the soil erosion caused by 2cm rainfall. (God! the AP govt learnt one word from the science text book. What only if they learn something that sounds as posh as eutrophication )

-> And if this transformer is close to an under-construction flyover, then, that too can collapse by the transformers weight or by the soil erosion.

-> Why are flyovers forever under construction in Hyderabad? Ask YSR!
Efff him.

-> TV5 people are everywhere these days. They bravely park their vehicles under YSR's flyover babies.

->So our lovely transformer did fall and what came after that? Traffic Jam. Not the "litch" 500 meters baby one. The huuge kinds... that spread across Mehdipatnam, Banjara hills, Masab tank, Panjagutta, Lakdi ka pool, Begumpet and more. If you know Hyderabad then you probably have realised you have no place to go but crawl with the traffic.

-> The Masab tank flyover is capable of supporting 4 hours of complete traffic on it (live tested). Goes to say, Babu's work lasts. For longer than 7 years and many many 10 cm rainfall. Jai BABU!

-> It takes climbing up and down 4 buses to realise its better to wait for your own bus than show smartness in taking some random bus JUST because you have a bus pass.

-> And it hurts your ego if the 4th bus you take after all the crawling is the bus you couldn't wait for.

-> Sail club is tempting when you can sail all the way to necklace road and back and still find your bus just 100 meters from where you last left it.

-> One would LOVE to do the radio mirchi traffic check if only they were given a helicopter. The show would run forever.

-> Empty-auto drivers should be tortured by their own meters. They CANNOT stop at all. (Though the look on Suma's face was priceless. Hehe;) )

-> Cell phones can be thrown when your mom says "auto kadaikkalena bus la vaa"..."seekram va"... "Kalambi va nee modalla" ... Right I am fishing at tank bund that I dont even want to start. So I want to scream "I have been on my way for the last 2 hours" but NO! Such talks aren't supposed to be prolonged for your own sanity. So okayBye is the word of the day.

-> Coming back home 4 hours after college closed, the last thing you would want to hear is "ALL YOU DO IS EAT AND SLEEP". But no energy means wonly okfine.

-> So what do we get inspite of going through all this? A college which isn't even half-worth all the trouble we take reaching it or getting back home. Only criminals everywhere.

-> Traffic Jams make you forget to celebrate the ONLY time Osmania University reval results show sympathy on you. Another bunch of criminals they are.

Thats pretty much the last few hours of my life. Special thanks to Shruthi, Suma and Rajee for playing a major role in all the life changing experiences.

I took this pic of a man working on the Panjagutta flyover which collapsed recently. Was hoping I'd get a chance to use it. But now I just thought I'll put it up.

It goes off again

2007-08-26T23:00:00.000+05:30

Only yesterday I was wondering if I would ever tag another post with blasts... Bham NOW. I keep screaming The Alchemist logic is sometimes working with me and this just proves it. As such, Paulo Coelho doesn't make sense to me.

So there have been 2 bomb blasts this time... One at the Lumbini park's laser show and the other at GOKUL chat! Now thats really sad because the whole of Hyderabad loves these places ( Gokul chat especially ) and now they are a black mess. It was weekend too and I don't even want to think about how many people could have been there. Though the papers say the crowd was much lesser than usual, all I have to say is good for you if you weren't there.

The last blast in mecca in may was kinda not written the way it should have been. But now the feeling of uncertainty is the only thing thats there. You do not know where it is going to happen next. But you know it is, considering a lot of bombs were defused around the city. Again all of them were in Hyderabad and none in Secunderabad. So definitely, more to come.

I know this is crazy but if it can be Gokul chat it can be just about anywhere else. The government cannot install metal detectors everywhere. Buses cannot get one in a day nor can everyone be checked at bus stops. What if there is a cunningly created traffic jam and BOOM. What if its at the Buddha statue? There is a list of what ifs but there is nothing one can do.

How can people be so cruel? How can they kill so many people? Why can't they target the people they want to teach a lesson to? Its innocent lives that they are taking.
How the hell can they be so heartless? How can religion matter so much? These people make me cry.

In between all this they show a blood stained Java text book on NDTV and I feel bad all over again. Around 50 people, who only wanted a happy weekend, are dead now. Painful. Very.

There is a bandh tomorrow. I don't know if I'll be ready to get into a bus for sometime though. I don't know if I am scared. Its funny. Wherever you walk, you are walking into trouble. But you cant stop walking. Trouble seems to be the only certainty, for the day atleast. So I guess I just have to live it.

PS : My mom said, "No more lunches for you. No more birthday parties...". I didn't care to listen. I knew I couldn't argue. :-(

Is anyone listening?

2007-08-23T20:54:00.000+05:30

I know I am writing about this rather late but I just had to...

Indian Idol - 3 is AWESOME. This, I say, considering all the amazing singers it has found. There wasn't one person in the top 13 who couldn't sing well and was there because of public sympathy. I used to watch Indian Idol - 1 religiously. Still,it wasn't this good. 3 is a class apart. Most of the people I know watch it. This, excluding "I wanna become Donald Trump" wannabes who have probably watched one episode of The Apprentice.

Coming to the point... The people who are being voted out of Indian Idol DON'T deserve to leave. Atleast the last 2 weeks, the whole results show has been surprising me. First Deepali. Then Puja. The only girls who I thought were capable of becoming the idol, were gone. And the only girl left is Ankita Mishra. This might sound rude, but, comparitively Ankita's singing sucks. And I don't think she is a great performer either. Thats the sole reason Annu "I want more n's" Malik supports her and I so don't agree. She ONLY has a naughty face. And she tries to do things with her nose which makes her look cute. Anyone could do it. She probably has attitude in her voice but thats her voice quality. If you can expect Deepali to sing like Shreya Goshal or close to someone like that to vote her in, you should probably look for a Vasundhara Das in Ankita. You'll find not a pinch of her in Ankita. I do not intend any comparison. Each one of them have a different voice and I just think Deepali is better than Ankita, be it voice or performance.

So I hoped Ankita would go out and Deepali would stay - That did not happen.

And so I had to wait for her to go last week and what should happen again - Puja left. Now this definitely was crazy. If what a person had been singing for the last 10 weeks meant anything at all, Puja should have been on the top. "Ab ke saawan" is a really really hard song to sing and Puja sang it so amazingly well, I could not imagine her leaving after that. If the audience wanted a girl to leave then it'd have rather been Ankita.

I haven't considered the guys till now and if I did, I'd say Prashant doesn't deserve to stay this long. Nor does Chang. He could probably become the Indo-China Idol in China but definitely not Indian Idol 3.

Now that the girls I supported are out, my only hopes of a deserving Indian Idol lie on Emon.

For the LAST TIME, Emon does NOT sound like Sonu Nigam. If anyone remember how he sang "ek chathur naar", they wouldn't say this. He can modulate his voice to sound like almost anything or anybody AND along with all this he has this whole new different voice which belongs to him. Talking about Indian Idol's finds, he is certainly one of them.

The only contestant I haven't talked about yet is Amit Paul. So lets do that too.
He isn't great period
What Annnnnnuji finds in him is beyond me. He thinks his standing ovation means a thing? Its like shit. The way Amit sang "mai ri" was bad. If Palash Sen would have listened to it, he would have cried. But oooo what did Mr. Malik have to say?!

You are simply superb... *stands up on his cunning feet*

Just incase you read this Annuji-
If you could stand for him you could have stood for everyone. And if you didn't know, there are freaks who vote for people Annu Malik stands for. Deserving, they might think. Stupid judge, I say.

I once wished Alisha were blind when she was all gaga over the rock guy who couldn't sing a line in Hindi without going out of tune. The competition never stopped him from singing/screaming whatever he claimed was rock. And if it did, he didn't deserve to be there in the first place. In any case, judges need a limit for how much lou they can possibly show towards a contestant.

I think the sole reason there is so much confusion is, the whole concept is not clearly defined. The judges themselves do not know what they are looking for. Its so foolish. How did they even rate the singers till now? One of them wants performance and singing... the other just singing and Malik needs just some butter. Javed Akthar is the sanest.

In my opinion Indian Idol should be more of singing and stage presence. Right now, thats what one needs to look for. The whole performance thing will happen as time goes by. Or they could take it in the lines of Fame Gurukul. But who is listening to me?

I don't even wanna watch the show anymore. I just hope Emon wins though. But the unexpected always happens so allow me to expect Emon to lose.

Ok this should do. I have whined enough.

For the record... Mommy dearest FINALLY left me home ALONE! So YAY!

Out of track...

2007-05-21T17:21:00.000+05:30

This is it! I officially hate summer. And I soo hate bomb blasts just before my last exam. But it happens and it happens only in Hyderabad. Did I forget... It happens only to me and yeah a couple of others in my batch.

The days are HOT, to say the least. I carefully make plans for a 2 week holiday after a month and a half long exams and get ready to leave to Bangalore on 21st and what should happen? My last exam gets postponed to 26th may because of the bandh on 19th after the bomb blast at a mosque near charminar. It IS very sad. The blast was actually shot by one of TV9's cameras which was there, trying to make a documentary on religion or something and it was scary. But again, why does it all happen only when I make plans? :-(

The day the blast happened was funny actually. Imagine this - You are studying for an electronics subject and you are NOT an electronics student. All you wish is something would happen and some angel would just make you pass the paper. You are forcing yourself to study because its your last exam when a bomb blast happens in a verrrrry communally sensitive area. Suddenly everyone is watching tv to see if there is any kind of unease. Suddenly everyone spreads an idea about a possible bandh and suddenly it IS a bandh the next day.

In all this suddenness some 3 hours pass and I realise I have 1 huuge unit to do and I don't even know if there is an exam tomorrow. All the initial "I dont want a bandh tomorrow" turned into "I dont want an exam tomorrow". Around 10 o clock in the night ( I still have that huuge unit left ) our HOD confirms that there isn't an exam afterall.

Now, we or atleast I began hoping that the exam would be conducted on Sunday (20th may) so I could still go ahead with my plan... No! DAMN! It just can't happen my way. Exam on 26th and nothing can be done.

So here I am writing about this when I get a call saying bomb near tank bund or it could also mean bomb in hussain sagar. So I faithfully put on Tv9... then Etv2... then Gemini and what do I see everywhere?

FLASH NEWS : ooooooooooooooo...

Damn! I should learn to read telugu. Ok I am done with all the realizations. I should probably go load my brain with some signals and systems. Thats a distant possibility though. I officially hate that subject too. It spoilt my plan and it is making me rot in this heat. Damn this heat!

And if you didn't realise - DAMN is the word of the week... or is it the word of the season? :-(

Spirit of ?

2007-04-08T11:16:00.000+05:30

Being jobless is the best thing to be. Hehe, talk about creativity... Here's what we did.

Theres this new game my friends and I devised. Its just an upgraded version of the spirit game. Yes, I have played/tried the spirit calling game. Its so much fun. What with calling aunty spirit and the coin actually moving. I am so sure its only my hands moving it but that isn't the point of the game. Spirit dearie comes and moves your hand. Probably its just the strain. It moves anyway.

We had a common feeling that one can't trust someone else's aunt to know the answers to one's questions. And voila! Presenting spirit upgraded! Call yourself.

Imagine yourself dead. That takes a long time if you want to get the ahemm... "trustable" results! And then feel/see your spirit rising. White robes or whatever. LOL! We also had problems on deciding what our spirit would wear. But that'd mean you are thinking and you are not dead, which is not what we want. So let the spirit rise in whatever clothes. Its mostly white and its all written somewhere we don't know and we are not supposed to think. After this, the spirit and you are 2 different people (Ahh reminds me of accountancy. You and capital are different entities). Lets call it "sp" for simplicity and timepass. So sp answers however it wants to. Sp does not answer no just because its been saying yes for the last two questions. It says no if ITS inner voice says so. LOL! Spirit's inner voice! Like 2 mirrors facing eachother.
Anyway, the game was played for half hour and then we realised aunty spirit and coin moving was a funnier sight than seeing our darlingy body lying on ice and people around with lotsa things in hand like we are some politician. Such dreams we have, no? I couldn't think of a glass case though. That would have been so posh!

Ok that was all for fun. Noone wants to die just for fun, so stay away from it.

Its exam time again. I sometimes hate sem system. Feels like I am always writing exams or records. If your college fest just got over too, its almost impossible to get back to attending classes and stuff. Oh hmm... Some pics from the night I enjoyed the moooost! Thanks A.

The pic says it all... Muahh!

She was soo obsessed with herself that she was checking her shadow out while dancing... Veronica for you.

It flies...

2007-01-28T19:36:00.000+05:30

Sometimes I get caught in this flow of nothingness that I happily forget what I did or should be doing.

Anyway. What’s been happening doesn't totally come under nothingness. You should applaud our dumbness. We, as in the whole class, we bunk a lab because we think we are too lazy to be working too hard and straining our eyes too much to avoid parallax. The next day we realize we need to shift to the next cycle of experiments very soon and so attend college on a Saturday to get some things done. Yeah, I couldn't take it myself. I never got up earlier on a holiday. College isn’t treating me great either. Seems like I HAVE to fight with at least one lecturer every sem. It was the HOD last sem and it’s the bloody signals guy now. If only I could do something about it… :-( Not like I love to fight. But some people get on my nerves and just when I wanna think the least about them, they make plans to mark me absent for the entire sem and do mean things with my lab score. So I have nightmares of failing in lab and that guy looking at me through the window laughing and saying he’d do this to me every year I step in to that place with hopes of clearing it. Bloody… Such wannabe lecturers. Power they call it. Why do they have to prove it on me?

Its all over now though. Don’t ask me how. I know I am a kid ..:-|

The past week was fun! What with Roddick dahling winning off everyone except that goddamn Federer. Ok seriously, Federer is BORING! Cross court winner? Bham cross court. Just where it should be. Nothing else to try out. Nothing to expect. Its like we all can predict how the point is going to be. That’s jesht my opinion. He might me God but I think he can be beaten. I was praying Gonzalez would do it and also photographed set point. It didn’t happen. Not even that set. Sad verrry sad.

Awesome match in any case.

Fresher’s party coming sooooon! Yipppppeeee! Guess there'll be something to write about then...

PS: Looks like blogger won't let me upload pics :-(... The Set point was the best thing that happened in my life this year.

Come on... Closer!

2006-12-31T19:27:00.000+05:30

There is finally a reason to update!

2007 is almost here! And am I glad this year is over!? Not like it wasn't fun at all but its definitely not something that should go on forever. The fights, the confusion, the year end sadness everything has soooo made me hate this year. Thanks for leaving me.

Hoping for a happier and lovelier new year for myself and everyone! Sehe pok manibadesayou! Just remembered that I knew Korean... :-P

Babies

2006-11-16T15:45:00.000+05:30

I am probably obsessed with posting videos... This one is way toooo cute! Thanks Varun for showing it to me.

Gawd! I've never seen such an adorable baby ever! Can't stop laughing myself.

Did you hear the kid cough in the end?

RUNNN!

2006-11-01T00:33:00.000+05:30

Its some exam time tension at home. Ever since folks at home got to know I haven't been studying enough, they have been telling me terrible stories. This is some story that my mom told me like an hour back.

Apparently, a guy friend stops his guy friend from committing a suicide by saying, "If you could find 10 ways to die, don't you think you can find a way to live?"

Now thats all VERY nice. I like the IDEA. Its sooper nice to think about. BUT why tell it to ME?
Thassssit! I am studying from today just to avoid listening to such stories! Oh my.... Parents no!

BTW- Happy AP formation day! Sounds dumb, I know! But we have a holiday for a change... even if its study holidays. Its atleast not like Gandhi Jayanthi on a sunday.

MY thala deepavali

2006-10-21T16:46:00.000+05:30

Thala deepawali aa... yaarukku?

SKM "porna"vukku.

(Thala deepawali aa... who's?

SKM porna's )

Wtf Wtf?? Its a cooking oil for heavens sake!

First, they spoil my name and make it sound as lame or as "blue" as "Porn"a. Now ( or maybe for a week now ), they celebrate my thala deepawali ( the first diwali after one's marriage ).

YUCK YUCK! Just soo embarrassing.

The day the advertisement came out, the phone rang and my cousin was laughing uncontrollably. Today, being Diwali the ad comes on TV every 15 minutes and ruins my life. Everyone, absolutely yeveryone at home has to tease me. Its bloody irritating.

Thats it. I am filing some defamation case against them or maybe I'll charge them for corrupting young minds by making kids below 5 years act in their advertisement and exposing them to words like p**n.
It probably sounds dumb to you. If only you were named Jayam sambar paruppu or AVT or viking for that matter, you'd know what I mean.

Yenniwayz...
Happy Diwali yeveryone!!! Have a blast. I am off to burst red vedis to collect maximum paper outside my house! :D

Juniors...

2006-09-24T21:30:00.000+05:30

That was quite a long BRB! Apologies... or does anyone even care?

Seems like nothing fun can ever happen in my life. College is back with all the record submission deadlines and assignments and extra classes!! (Now, we get some change in our attendance percentage by attending them but thats another matter).

Before I forget - Saw "Hyderabad Nawabs" yesterday... Trust me and DO NOT watch that movie. Heard it was a fun movie but it sucked (or maybe my taste sucks). Don't even bother checking it out.

Sometime, not long ago, the news of certain kids' arrival was blogged about with much happiness. What no one knows is - the said juniors have a separate bus, different lunch time and appropriately changed working hours. Now WE, THE POOR SENIORS who haven't even seen the faces of the babies are expected to throw a party termed freshers party because the POLICE believe that after the party the seniors will not INDULGE in the ashub kaarya called ragging.

To add to that we are expected to sign some huge paper filled with some SHIT in some fontsize 5 or less than that, promising NOT to INDULGE in any act of misbehaviour/crime which include assault.... physical torture... harassment... RAPE(?)... and other such nonsense. I agree, a lot of things happen in the interiors or maybe in hyderabad too but making us sign such stuff makes the whole act of protection strange. My friend only yesterday said "panrava pannikite daan iruppa"(those who do(rag) will keep doing(ragging)). Even if we do not sign them and at the end of the day, INDULGE in the unthinkable act we will for sure be fined Rs.75,000 or be imprisoned for 6 months or both! Strange laws... strange terms and bloody I am 19 and my signature is VALID.

Long yahoo conferences and decision - BOYCOTT freshers and the management.

Principal student meeting follows and what did dear principal have to say?

You can have an interaction period. One senior class, three junior batches in one seminar hall with four teachers.... INTERACT my children.
PHBBTTT! Noone knows what he is trying to do. We are still in "boycott or get boycotted" mood.

Whats going to happen now is something I am waiting to find out too... When will MONDAY come??

Finally, some publicity for my accha baccha son - Varun Abhiram

He calls it DARK MACHINE! Cool video....!

PS: The best thing to do when you are in the bus and the weather can't get more romantic is sing nursery rhymes!!:-D

Update: Another dukhda... Roddick loses to Dmitri tursunov 17-15 in the 5th set(Roddick was serving for the match at 6-5 in the 3rd... SHIT HAPPENS). I hate Davis cup. :((

Blogcamp - I

2006-09-09T11:05:00.000+05:30

Here we are at the blogcamp. Seems great fun till now.
Lets just start off with whats happened till now. One hour of discussion on what blogging meant to people here. Lots of fun info exchanged. Its more than encouraging to know people around face similar problems with their bosses, family and people who they are blogging about.
So yeah off to find out what funda GAPP is going to talk about.

Wordpress and wordpress hacks it is.

Oh now what do you call that...

BRB!!

Blake Blake Blake!!

2006-09-08T09:00:00.000+05:30

I never wanted to post anything about the US open considering the fact that the more I shut my mouth, the better my man plays. But I am just forced to do so NOW.

If you just got up, YOU missed an AMAZING match. I was hoping against hope that BLAKE would win. He almost did (Well almost. My prayers aren't always answered). The scores could tell you nothing about the match.

Mast tha bhai.

So yeah, third set Federer serves for the match(5-3) and loses it(7-6) (Reminds me of Kuerten sometime in the French. He lost the same way too). Fourth set was more like a cake walk for him until 5-1. Then my man of the day, Blake makes it 5-4 (Yeah he broke Fed boy!). Federer again serves for the match, goes up 30-0. If you ask me this IS the hardest point to play. 15-30 is SOO much more encouraging than a 0-40. Trust me on this.

30-15 is what happened. Though Blake had 2 break points he could do nothing about them. Lost the fourth set 6-4. Yet, that was SOME comeback!

Hmmmm 6-7, 0-6, 7-6, 4-6....
Not bad at all!!

GO BLAKE!!!!

I wanna know - II

2006-09-07T23:53:00.000+05:30

1. Why don't I feel like a senior?? Is it because the juniors have a different bus or am I just too scared of the system?

2. Why can't people ever understand how much I care for them?

3. Why didn't I ever know calling someone an idiot was cutely scolding the said someone?

4. If twins can lead totally different lives, should one trust astrology?

5. If a name was just an identity, why do we need numerology? ( I know I looove numerology, still.... Ok maybe somethings are just fun the way they are)

6. If a 5 year old can log onto YM! from school, why are messengers blocked in my college?

7. Why am I obssessed with korean kids?

8. Why dont people need to wear helmets while crossing roads?

9. Why can't people just say what they thought after reading the post? Its dumb sometimes. No one rocks because they write something.

10. Why don't legends live longer?

YAY YAYIEE!!!
Internals over and I am going off to someplace down south. Lots of things coming up. Birthdays festivals, holidays..... Oooo Am I excited?

Oh before I forget I ragged a couple of juniors in the recent past, the recent being as close as today afternoon. Must say - One should experience such things in life.

They are coming!

2006-08-23T23:31:00.000+05:30

So here we are, after like ages.

College has been tiring. And orkut is making my life miserable. What with 100 scraps a day when I used to get like 3 a day, a month back? Replying to all of them is ONE BORING TASK. Orut should be banned. But GoI isn't brainy enough. So.... Free.

The matter in hand is - What are we planning for the kids?!?!

I still can't forget the first few days when I was ragged. It was CRAZY. I, rather WE later got used to it. Like how you get used to talking properly with your retainers on. (From "whadh you dhoing?" to "what you doing?") Its said one looks intelligent with braces on and sounds intelligent with retainers on. Some fun thought. Go figure what it all means. Ok enough digression.

The kids are arriving this 28th. And WE ALL ARE EXCITED. Its bugging when you are being ragged. But hey! Everyone needs to have fun. Sometime.
I just can't wait. From what we learnt last year, we get to rag them only in the bus. Ha! one hour is long enough. And there is Ruffles lays in the canteen too. Tempting. Lays and Juniors.

Now, I am just hoping no one from the said GoI reads this and blocks me for promoting RAGGING. Oh! Hell its the only fun way we can get to know them.

Sometimes too short a wait is killing too.

We want to HOG!
NOW!

There is wetness around

2006-08-05T23:30:00.000+05:30

The rain has finally stopped and my internet connection is stable again or so I think.

The last two days I have been terming the weather - awesome, the rain - sexy, the wind - heaven and God knows what - what. I know I have been selfish. The rain did nothing to Hyderabad. I call it nothing because there has been no great problem at all. Personal experience... The rain five and a half years back was worse. The tennis court couldn't be seen for 3 days. My house had knee deep water for a whole day. This time its not that bad atleast. But its twice as bad in places around(for more than 60 hours now). Half of Andhra is flooded and here I am happy about bunking college. One can't even sleep in the house even after the water recedes and everything has been washed more than once. It smells of wet **** (you know what). Its going to be hard for the people to get over this and the least I or you or anyone can do is stop calling the weather SEXY because its NOT.

Check this and this.

And keep refreshing this:-P

PS: Vizag airport is closed. Memories memories...

When he did...

2006-07-30T23:52:00.000+05:30

She saw him behind the bed. There was a spark in his eyes. He was up to something...

Something naughty, surely.

Only, she didn't know what it could be. She smiled thinking of all that he had done in the last eleven months. Every moment was recorded in her diary. She didn't know if people did such things but ...

Did she care?

Naaah!!

He was important.

At that moment he moved and walked towards her. She wasn't prepared for this. All she could do was stare.

They hugged eachother until her knees ached.

It was then she realised....

How it felt to love.

to be loved..

to be a mother...

to see her child walk.....

Ahhh!!! I guess I am back with the she stories. Some jobless fun.

To you...

2006-07-23T14:18:00.000+05:30

You had a choice then, you chose to stay.
I had a choice too. I chose the same.
This time you chose to leave.
And do I have a choice?

Come Back, I say!

Oh hell! You'll be missed, bro!
(Yeah... bro. Now what did YOU think?)

*****
In other news:
My blog is apparently famous. And to bask in the glory of it all... MUHAHAH!!!

Guess what/who is back?!

2006-07-23T01:56:00.000+05:30

Since someone ( rather V ) pointed out, here we go with an update.

And that would be.....

Blogspot is BACK! Yayy!

More in the next few hours.

Reliving the past...

2006-06-25T12:08:00.000+05:30

Feels great to be eating mommy cooked food again. I got back from Vizag a few days ago and I am proud of two things. O yeah! 2 things…..
1) The sexy tan that has made my face and hands 3 shades darker than what they were.
2) I learnt the JILELE DANCE.

Last two weeks have been the best time of my life. First I go to Bangalore alone. Then I go to Vizag partly alone. The important word is “ALONE”. So YAY to the fact that I am finally considered “almost grown up”.

The only thing worth blogging about the Bangalore trip has already been blogged about. So go ahead, read it. Here is my version.
Anusha and I met. We went to this beautiful place called Sanki tank and on the way she treated me to a set dosa. We found some brainy migratory researching crows there. We also found a kingfisher and got scolded by the watchman (who was sadly awake when we were breaking the rules) for NOT walking on the pavement. So that’s basically what we did. Ooo we walked some 4 kms, I think.
Bottom line – Anusha can’t estimate walkable distances OR Anusha comes from a planet where people haven’t heard of autos or buses.
Stunning fact - I wasn’t tired but SHE was. I am fit! I am fit!! I am healthy! I am healthy!! Ok I shhhsss..

I return from Bangalore and go to Vizag almost immediately. I go to Vizag sounds dumb. We(which is like 12 of us from school) go, sounds better. Everything we did there is worth a blog post. So here are some highlights in apna Karan Johar ishtyle.

Day 1:

The Aquarium was seen and loads of pics were taken.
We went to some beach later, called RK beach (Now who wants to know names. Some place with sand and water). This beach and all the other beaches there were weird. There was sand only for a 100 meter (unlike marina or even elliot’s beach for that matter where the sand and water stretches to eternity!) stretch and it was BLACK. Probably I am used to seeing only madras beaches. Strange, in any case. Since we were dressed too much for the beach we decided to walk along the shore to the submarine museum. Some parrots got lucky on the way. Cute little thing picked up a nice card for me. This is what it had to say:

I am stubborn. I make my own decisions but they never work out( How true!). I shouldn’t have anything to do with the colour BLACK (That’s my favourite colour. What nonsense? And I was sitting on black contaminated sand too. Now do I trust the parrot?). I am going to get married to someone abroad and have three children, girl boy girl being the order. (LOL! So if you are an eligible bachelor having plans of settling down in Switzerland or Sweden or some such place where the anticipated growth rate for the next 10 years is zero or close to zero, YOU ARE THE GUY!)
Meanwhile another friend got his predictions made. He was going to settle abroad too. So we both were made some just - married couple honeymooning with 10 disturbing friends. Wow! What fun!

All this done we find the museum does not open till 2 PM. Result - Another beach (rishikonda to be precise) was seen, more wetness was felt and more sleep was needed.

Day 2:

Ishan was made my temporary husband’s father just the way Einstein became Newton’s father. And I come up with a funda relationship about my mother – in – law’s mother-in-law being my husband’s grandmother. Total confusion but FUN! Ishan had 2 other kids too. So basically the threesome were called Pashu, Pakshi aur Puneeth (Puneeth being my H… Pashu being another Ishan, jo ishu ishu pashu ban gaya! Don’t forget to check out this community on orkut and pakshi I don't know who).
We went to this place called Kailash giri. You have to go there! Its got such an amazing view, you wouldn’t want to leave.

Day 3:

The Best day of the trip. We visited the ARAKU VALLEY! We went by train to Araku. This train goes through 52 tunnels (Longest being some 847 meters) We sat on those steps in the train(Footboarding basically!). Its one AWESOME experience. You can actually kick the walls of the tunnels seated that way. Sooooper FUN! Araku has loads of things to boast about. Every village in the valley has electricity. Way to go AP!
Lunch time was the best time though. There was this tribal dance arranged and we all got to dance at the end of it along with the tribal women. So there we were dancing to yeh yeh yeh yeh hoooi! Jilele jilele jhumpathakati jilele! Can't wait for someone to upload the pics. What comedy!
I wont talk about the Borra caves of the kanmani anbudan kaadhalan/Guna fame. It’s a different world in there. And I assume I lost some 3 kgs climbing down and up the 1000+ steps. Phew!!!
Araku to Vizag by bus was something the entire gang will never forget. 4 hours, around 150 random songs, nonstop.... We were the in-house FM. Now I have a throat that croaks.

Song of the day: Yeh haseen vaadiyaan. A.R. Rehman rocks.

Day 4:

We all got into the car as usual and were Pjing to glory. The best part of going with a lot of people is there is atleast one person who has a stunningly bad sense of humour and even your worst jokes are laughed at. So pj being the word of the day, my friend suddenly said there was a lizard staring at me through the gap between the car door and the roof and I looked at the place to somehow (Oh! I was PJing too) make the curtain look like a lizard( Even if you aren’t an artist, Borra caves can make you realise how creative you are. What if you can make a steam engine out of a stalactite!?), when I saw a smashed baby lizard actually peeping. Mucho screaming was heard and we girls were stacked in one place. My cell phone very sweetly made a call to my Uncle in Bangalore (DAMN!) in all the jumping around and my uncle faithfully answered the call and listened to all of us for 53 seconds. ( I would have gone wild if he hadn’t hung up at 53. Bloody five rupees on a lizard otherwise.Dead that too.) After the pichaaked lizard was given a kick ass funeral we went to this village called Bhimli which claimed to have a sexy beach. And what did we find there?

SEXY MEN ?? O Sure! If only my luck was slightly better. Slightly…..

Ok lets cut the suspense here.
No SEXY women either.

Poor guys - they didn’t even have fully clothed women to stare at. ( I know! SADNESS! Everyone can’t be as lucky, you know…)

All we had was a football, water till the end of the world and hot sand.

So we drew a huge circle and started dancing.

Lights off…… Loud music…… Lights on…. Jilele Jilele jhumpathakati jilele!

Man! three rounds of that dance (Once with me in the middle and once with the football too), people started crowding around us like we were some street dancers. We had plans of collecting money too, but a huge wave washed away the circle and our plans. A huger circle was later drawn and we played what we termed “THE BEACH DODGE - BALL”.

Soon it was time to leave and here I am blogging about the sweet memories, waiting badly for next year’s trip. Actually, the next 72 years. I am going to live till 90 according to the parrot sweetheart!

Party time

2006-06-11T23:41:00.000+05:30

Its party time!
FEDERER LOST!!
I am no big fan of Nadal. I am not even happy that he won. I am happy (no! more than happy) because Federer lost.

Yay to Nadal!
Boo to Federer!

Shit why didn't I bet? :-(

Holidays, movies and Federer

2006-05-28T16:35:00.000+05:30

The best thing about holidays is you don't have to go to college. The worst part of holidays is when you don't go anywhere else. Exams got over only on 26th and I am already bored.

Ok so, what am I doing about it? I have started learning the piano, some Korean characters to start the "number of languages I know" curve (Ok Ok I know I should learn to read telugu, thats for later), singing to glory, planned a trip with friends and a fun trip to chennai. Still I am bored....

Its more like laziness. Wake up time has shifted close to noon. I cant stand myself being so lazy. I dont open my eyes before that though to regret having NOT got up before. So there.... Holidays make you infinitely lazy and we, or atleast I have to do something about it.
Talking about languages, I might as well shamelessly accept that my telugu is pathetic or so people say. But trust me I can manage anywhere in AP. No wait! Anywhere in the world. Ah! that sounds more like me.

I never tried to watch a telugu movie. That was until 26th though. There I was with six others at the theater with tickets for a telugu movie. Quite a crowd you might say, the only difference, I was to look for ways to pass time the next three hours, without going home.
When you are bored you obviously have equally bored souls at the same place. And so I sat half - understanding why the heroine wanted to know (from the hero obviously) if she looked good in a saree and fully understanding what my cell phone was saying. One amazing time it was. After a three hour pain in the ass movie, I was out, happy atleast about having spent time with friends (Ooo! not to forget the phone).

That was the end of first year. Quite eventful. So eventful that I didn't even know it was a year. Life is back on the much trodden path of boredom. I'll save more of this rot for later. Now off to watch french open.

Feddie tries hard to win something and fails miserably BUT once in a year. And I JUST HAVE TO SEE HIM BUM IN THE COURT!

Oh! Did I tell you? BUM is the word of the week! FUN word, ain't it?

????

2006-05-20T23:32:00.000+05:30

How can that half - blind man have enough vision?

Some handicap. Wait! Concession in his terms.....

2 Things

2006-05-10T11:01:00.000+05:30

I am bored.

So don't be the mommy around and ask me to study. Our Kartik boy has spoken only "2 things" for quite sometime now. So I decided I'll suttufy the title for my "THIS" post (which you can obviously see). Not that this post could have any other name. Since he posted it first and Kaavya Vishwanathan taught me better, here we go with some acknowledgement. Or have I already done it?

Warning : In the end DO NOT CURSE ME FOR SOME WASTED MINUTES. Its a lame joke.

There was a Sardarji who went for an interview to get into the army.
As he sat waiting for his turn, he began to think. (Certain facts like brains and their existence are supposed to be overlooked)
He realised he had 2 things. This is what he told the person next to him.

I have 2 things.

I enter the room or I don't enter the room.

If I don't its ok but if I do then there are 2 things - I'll get selected or I wont.

Now if I don't get selected its ok but if I do then there are 2 things - I'll be in the front of the regiment or back of the regiment.

If I am back its ok but if I am in the front then there are again 2 things. I'll go for the war or I won't.

If I don't its ok but if I do there are again 2 things - I'll die or I wont die.

Now if I don't die its ok but if I die then there are 2 things - I'll be burnt or buried.

If I am buried its ok but if I am burnt then there are 2 things - They'll take my ashes or they wont.

If they dont take my ashes its ok but if they do then there are 2 things - They'll add it to soap or they wont. (Dont ask me how this came up?!?)

If they don't its ok but if they do then there are 2 things - A boy will use it or a girl will use it.

If a boy uses it, its ok but if a girl uses it ....................

.............................

.............................

.............................

I'LL FEEL SHY.

All those who read till here, thank ye all for sharing my boredom and reading a piece of my creative mind. I shall forever be grateful.

PS: I realise I need to thank Rudyard Kipling too. "If" was an inspiring poem.

PPS: Got maths tomorrow. Where is all the good luck I asked for?

Its jam time

2006-05-09T07:38:00.000+05:30

Exams finally begin today. I thought they'll never start. O! I miss school. I would have been in patty's house this time 2 years back.
I can't help it. You can't either. So no point screaming.

Miss me for the next two weeks.

PS: I need a lot of good luck. Pliss be generous.

Footprints in the Sand

2006-05-06T12:55:00.000+05:30

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed
he was walking along the beach with the LORD.

Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand: one belonging
to him, and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.

He noticed that many times along the path of
his life there was only one set of footprints.

He also noticed that it happened at the very
lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he
questioned the LORD about it:

"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow
you, you'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why when
I needed you most you would leave me.

The LORD replied:

"My precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that

I CARRIED YOU."

I read this in some poster at my friend's house. I just had to post it. Life isn't always easy. When you get up some day unable to believe you survived the previous day, you know what actually happened.

This or that or both?

2006-04-30T11:40:00.000+05:30

How does it feel to be in love?

How does it feel when you know he/she loves you?

To be in a relationship is an amazing thing. Lot of my friends are or claim to be in one.

I am not jealous. Life is not just about having someone to be with. There is always mom and dad and friends. So yeah, it really isn't sad to not have a special being (minus parents and friends again) in one's life. But living for someone is not the only life that we are expected to live. One probably means a lot when he says "I cannot live without this girl". What he fails to understand is, he can also live his own life while being there for the girl.

Why do people drown themselves in a relationship and call it love? We don't see our parents so much into eachother, do we? Each of them have a life of their own. They just chose to lead a part of their life together.

A lot of my friends do crazy things. They fail exams too (besides ditching friends and classes). They supposedly have a reason. Why attach a reason to something so baseless?
How can one just make this suddenly - sweet guy their life? Ok, probably its a much-thought of affair. Then, how can they think so little about their own life? If to satisfy her guy is all she wants to do, why even study? If she can't balance both, why not choose one? Oh! I know I ought to help her, as a friend. Neither can I study for her nor can I live with her guy. I basically can't live her life. (I do NOT have any particular girl in mind)

Me : You planning to attend the meeting?

He : No, I need to meet her.

Me : When do you plan to study for the test?

She : Whenever he lets me do it. I'm not giving him enough attention these days....

Oh Hell! Your life is going to dogs and you aren't even half as concerned. Right. You have a reason. You are trying to say that your life is all messed up but its justified. Do you see how dumb that is?

Its not wrong to be in a relationship. Its wrong to be only in it. Its not trendy to have a girl/boy friend. If you think it is, you should also know how much meaning to attach to it. Even if you think its not, all the other things still mean the same to you.

You couldn't care less about what he/she will have to say about something. You choose for yourself. Its afterall your life. Its better this way. You have a life to fall back on, if the whole thing doesn't go the way it was supposed to. If it does then nothing like it.

The rotten jam

2006-04-27T10:29:00.000+05:30

Yay! I am alive and kicking! I am always kicking - My brother can vouch for that, even in his sleep (thats when he gets kicked the most).

But thats not the point here. I am a survivor! Can't believe, its been only 8 days. I hardly slept all these days. Exams can do things to you. Make you forget your own phone number besides giving the skin around your eye an extra kaajal effect for instance. And hmmm ... the theory exams haven't started yet.
WOW! Some people can't let me lead a happy life for a week.

Ok, lots of things happening. Flash Back. Last week.....

1) My blog finally got its 1000th visitor (Thats counting from December 2005). I am amazed people actually read it. Many thanks to GAPP obviously, for linking me in almost every post of his. You got what you needed, dude.

2) I realised Graphics charts never meant a thing. I still have 5 charts to submit (I am done with 1st year!!! Well almost!) and my assignment marks is 10 (I bunked both the tests too). All it needed was some nice butter/soapu. Now why didn't I know this before.
Thats it, I hate workshop now. On second thought - I don't.

3) I got my handwriting analysed online. You might call me a psycho. But I have taken the MSN palmistry test too. So yeah, think of something else. For all those who want to follow my foot steps (all those who don't consider themselves God (Heres wishing MV a very happy monthly bday!:-P) that is..), take this.

4) Cancer rules, anyday! Especially july cancers. Muhaha!

5) Last night changed my mom. She concluded that I was no more a kid.
Result - The house is all mine. For now atleast. To know HOW HAPPY I AM read this.

6) Joey has a blog. So go check it out.

7) I learnt the art of welding. Its fun. One should weld atleast once in one's life time. Hehe!

Ok thats about it. Hyderabad is as hot as it can get and its only April. I'm not even thinking of May. Heat, exams - finals that too.... Hard, VERY hard.

Off to kick my brother.

In the end.....

2006-04-19T18:22:00.001+05:30

How does it feel to write 8 internal tests and 3 lab externals (thats a total of 11) in 8 days?

I'll let you know if I am alive and awake next wednesday.

Oh! I am sick already.

1 2 3 4 5 once I caught a fish alive.....

2006-04-14T14:14:00.000+05:30

Numerology is addictive. Just a little bit of what I read today --

No its not a forward. So here we go.

You should know your lucky number. It could be anything. Just a number that makes you feel lucky. If its 45 then see 9 (4+5=9). If its 65 then see 11(6+5=11). If its 77 then see 5 (7+7=14, 1+4=5). If its 994 then see 22 (9+9+4=22).(Only 11 and 22 have special treatment. Don't ask me why. I am trying to figure out myself. If you are soo bugged then Google to glory.)

Now after you decide on your lucky number ( You can have 11 lucky numbers. No harm having an all-day-my-day feeling. Optimism and more of it...), read what it has to say.

1
"A very powerful number, this represents unity and wholeness. It is the first masculine number. One is the number of beginnings and is therefore considered to be the number of God and the universe. It symbolizes the Sun, so is linked to Leo. Its colours are orange, yellow and gold."

2
"This is the dual number, the number of Yin and Yang, masculinity and femininity, night and day and all other opposites. Harmony, rhythm and diplomacy are associated with Two. It symbolizes the Moon, so is linked to the sign of Cancer and pearlescent colours."

3
"The number Three is associated with spring, and consequently with beginnings, new ventures and with fertile phases of growth. These can be physical or mental. Three is symbolized by the triangle and can therefore represent the Holy Trinity. It is linked to the planet Jupiter, the sign Sagittarius, and the colours mauve and amethyst.

4
"This number is symbolized by the four points of the compass and the four seasons. As a result, Four is associated with foundations, with a sense of structure and tradition, and therefore with the sign of Capricorn. Its planetary ruler is Saturn, and its colours are dark greys and blacks."

5
"This number is connected with freedom and movement, energy, creativity and travel. It is symbolized by the pentacle, the five-pointed star. Five is linked with Mercury, and therefore with Gemini and Virgo. It rules all pale colours."

6
"This is an extremely harmonious number, associated with love, service, responsability and balance. It is symbolized by the six-pointed star and linked to the planet Venus, and therefore the two signs Taurus and Libra. Its colours are pale blues, turquoises and greens."

7
"The mystical number Seven is associated with philosophy, spiritual insights and inner contemplation. Seven is linked with Neptune, and therefore the sign of Pisces. Its colours are sea greens and aquamarines."

8
"An extremely powerful number, Eight is linked with the material world, destiny and infinity. It is associated with the planet Saturn, the sign of Capricorn and dark colours such as charcoal grey and black."

9
"Nine is the number of the universe and of vision. It represents spiritual ideals, philosophy and perfection. It is linked with the planet Mars, and therefore with the signs of Aries and Scorpio. Its colours are all shades of red."

11
"The first of the two master numbers, Eleven represents spiritual insights, revelations and psychic gifts. It is linked with Uranus, the sign of Aquarius and its colours are sky blue, grey and silver."

22
"The second of the two master numbers, Twenty-Two is the number of perfection and also of the builder, both physically and metaphorically. It is linked to the planet Neptune, and to the
sign of Pisces. Its colours are purple and mauve."

1 -- God. Sounds familiar Mafia? Don't say yus? :-D

I was talking about my interest in numbers only in the last post and now heres a post on lucky/favourite numbers. I am believing more and more of what Coehlo dude had to say. Hmmm...

PS: Almost forgot. Jai Orkut!

I feel...

2006-04-13T00:08:00.000+05:30

I was updating my blogger profile yesterday and I had to answer this question.

It read -

How is an ankle unlike a consequence?

"The Alchemist" was a fun read. I am not sure if I entirely believed it though.
But now. Now - I wonder if nature was letting me know that I was going to sprain my right ankle for the third time in the last 6 months?

I am tired of twisting my ankle. Seriously - Its a pain to limp and attract attention. Especially when they see the swell and go "Ohhh Shit!". Hmmm I guess I have to live with it.

Nature's conspiracy.

I shall survive. Muhaha!

Lucky?

2006-04-06T23:19:00.000+05:30

I always thought everyone was equally lucky. I still think so. But I never managed to convince myself on the fact that there exists no such thing as lucky things.

The thing that is forcing me to make this post is - My Scale. Ok I know I am foolish to believe in such things but I soo want to know if I have company.

I have been using the same scale ever since I got it in 4th. I can't think of a day when I didn't carry it. Somehow its presence meant and means a lot to me. Its always there in that little pouch of mine. Always. Especially during exams. My moral support. My scale.

I have had other lucky things too. My grand dad's pic when I was in 8th. A pen that he gifted, which doesn't write anymore and a lot of other things.

Ooooo Did I tell you?
I still have my 6th class ink eraser. Its of no use now. Neatness has lost its value these days(except when you are writing your record). Yet it faithfully resides in the said little pouch. Poor little thing is more like a carrier of junk which I conveniently term lucky. I trust my conscience though. I score more than 90, its because of the scale I used to draw lines - however broken it is. It happens. Surely a lot of you would have felt this way at some point of time. I have also hugged the pillow my granma used, for months after she left for Chennai. Its just the assurance. More like a feeling of her presence. Hehe! I never let my mom touch my hair after my granma tamed it. I always felt she was lucky - for me atleast. Love you tons patty!

Back to the lucky scale. The driving force behind this post. Now you know how lucky to the world it is. It gives you more of me:-D. The scale was temporarily lost in the chemistry lab today. Thats when I realised helplessness could drive you nuts.

O well I found it though, under the Physical balance after much swearing and wasted minutes. The joy. The pleasure. AHHH!

Ok none of all that. I was just happy. Lucky things are bound to stay with you. They infact send out these waves that make you reach them. What are they for, afterall? To make you lucky. Felix Felicis.

So thats about things. I am into numbers too. LUCKIEST NUMBER 1.
All my hall ticket numbers till date summed to 1. I guess I don't know how lucky other numbers can get. I never got to find out. For all I know, 5 and 2 suck for me. 1 rocks. 7 might rock more. I don't know. I might never know. I don't have the time or an opportunity to experiment. Things have become far more important now. Especially time. Which tells me its time to sleep.

Those special things will remain. Whether luck or belief or madness, they will continue to haunt my bag until the earth rots. O wait. Swearing on rotting earth has become as easy as a mosquito bite these days. So lets say.... Until Vodka becomes Vodkaa.

You Choose

2006-04-02T21:54:00.000+05:30

Loved what it had to say.
Make a lasting friendship now. Leave the rest for later including vodka.

LOL - reminds me of Samjho saare baat baaki......

And she said just when he said....

2006-03-27T20:01:00.000+05:30

Addiction.
I was one person who was online 24/7. Yeah yeah "was". (Just because I am online everytime you are doesn't make it 24/7) Now-a-days I am rarely online. But the offliners when I do open my messenger freaks me out.

I LOVE forwarded smses. Some of them are fun. Especially when you have an infinitely boring graphics class going on and some blessed soul sends you much needed NVs, you can't but thank your dad, Hutch and the caring soul. I don't know why I always attack my graphics class inspite of a workshop class every weekend.

Graphics is boring. Why do I even need to know how a truncated pyramid would look in its front/top/side view? Come on, I could always see it when I want to. Why waste time and patience and health (standing for 3 hours is a PAIN besides bending over a huge white chart with a drafter that changes alignment every 5 seconds) over something so unnecessary. The whole exercise is more painful because its not just one pyramid that we have to draw but pentagonal hexagonal ..... all the rest of the gonals. And yeah I soooo want to forget the prisms, truncated, inclinations and the other complicated jazz.
PAIN EVERYWHERE.
But workshop is only physical strain, so its ok. And there are helpful guys. So its really ok. For now.

Back to the point in hand: SMS jokes are funny and manageable. And its not totally free, so people would think before wasting money on forwarding just for the heck of it.

Unlike others, I do read sensibly titled forwarded emails. Don't forward much though.

But messenger forwards are plain irritating.

What am I to do if I get such a thing.

if u luv ur dad n want 2 add 10 more yrs 2 his life send this mess 2 10 ppl.dnt break d chain if u really luv ur dad.(even i can not ignore it.)

Ok thanks I love him. I tell Him everyday. So really no thanks.

Then comes a circulated plea for O negative blood. That baby has been wanting blood for like 2 years now.

Please pass this msg on to everyone possible. A 10 month old baby needs O negative blood for an open heart surgery in Hyderabad. Please contact: 9840063569.. PLZ DON'T AVOID IT...ure saving a life

Ok sweetie I really hope you are alive. God bless.

To the world -
1. There is no shortage of blood whatsoever.
2. How can people in America help even if they get this forward ?
3. That freaking phone number doesn't work.

For the record - My blood group is O negative too and I tried that number 2 years back. Hit me hard.

And why on earth does yahoo want to help Anupam joshi?

An IIT Delhi student Anupam Joshi 4th Year Engineering Physics is suffering from Colukabki (caused due to excessive smoking and depression) a disease very rarely found (3 in a billion). His condition is very pathetic and the treatment is very expensive, obviously his parents are not able to afford his treatment. Yahoo has agreed to pay 1 paisa after each time this message is forward. So pls pass on this message to help.

The most irritating thing I got just yesterday was this --

I Feel the FEEL u FEEL do u FEEL the FEEL i FEEL if u FEEL the FEEL i FEEL i 2 FEEL the FEEL u FEEL ok .ok ok dont FEEL

yeah I feel like aaaa I feel like urghhhhh I feel like uuuuuuuuuurrrgggghhhh I never learnt to feel.

Thats annoying enough. Now what could one do if one has the same list of 50 F-people(I meant forwarding people) that the freaking initiator has?
I get the same message from 15 different people in a span of 3 seconds. I wonder if they even bother to read it?

BLOODY.

And its usually a chain of 3 or more forwards every 45 minutes (Thats how often I sign into Y!). My messenger is eternally tired of the unbearable load and fails to open most of the times. I sign in and come back after 15 minutes to find the scroll bar still struggling to come to a stable state. The critical time is increasing every passing day with Poo the babe making more and more inter-related friends.

Oh! Did I forget the inbetween "how are you, dear?" from a certain apple red or cherry blossom or whatever.

yeah I'm fine! Oooo I don't wanna know how you got to me. I am famous. Thanks.

I really need a change of ID. But I love my ID. Ok it cant happen. Just some jobless musing.

My friends are sane enough to NOT send the same email the nth time to me. Thanks to CC. But offliners. Spare me atleast. I really don't want to lose the offliners that I've been waiting for.

You know I have a life too. Life minus feel.

OUCH!

Yahoo rulez anyday! Stop forcing me to change my mind. I almost forgot. Yahoo can't shut down. Even if Paula says so.

OUCH OUCH!

Exasperation.

PS:This ouch is contagious ;-)

I promize

2006-03-24T19:36:00.000+05:30

These days.....

My life is as tiring as it can get.

I hate drawing more than 4 figures in one drawing sheet.

I like speaking like a kid. Others dont. I couldn't care less.

The nights are hotter (pun *so* unintended) than they ever were.

I am flirting with a different guy everyday. Its weird. Don't know why I am doing this. Its weird too.

My sense of humour is getting better. Surely. My classmates don't laugh. So I know it is getting better.

I speak better telugu.

Last of all...

I am not too sure how people are going to react to this but a promise is a promise.

SHIRISH YOU ROCK.
Yeah Yeah, I know I rock too.
Hehe, you got your page of fame!

The Happy Man!

2006-03-18T20:30:00.000+05:30

This is one forward my cousin sent. It so happens that all the mails I get from her are forwards and most of them contain only addresses and never the actual mail. This is the first time I ever got a complete mail from her!
Three cheers for Rasya! You finally learnt to forward the entire mail. Way to go lady!

Men Are Just Happier people-- What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack.You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100.
People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat(Ok I doubt this).
You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend. Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes(and this). Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades(this too).You only have to shave your face and neck. You can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually hides your big hips. One wallet and one pair of shoes one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a moustache.. You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25minutes.

No wonder men are happier.

Ok. Dont ask me why I posted this. Somehow this forward made sense to me. They rarely do. This one did.

Happy Holi!

2006-03-15T14:44:00.000+05:30

Happy Holi !!!!

Somehow holi excites me. The whole feeling of looking colourfully dirty and then painting the bathroom with every random colour from my egg-conditioned hair thrills me. YAY! I am suddenly in love with colours!

Holi also reminds me of the kid speeches I had to make at school. Back then I used to prepare them at home. Rehearse till I remembered it like the Indian pledge, still go there and get tensed. I never made a mistake though. Now it all seems so funny. It was just Holi that I had to speak on. I was a kid then. Oh actually, I am still a kid but I am 18. LOL... I know what vbk will have to say when he reads this.

Allright ho! My korean friends look dangerously pale! Off to add some colour in their life. Here I come Chunsaub! Muhaha.

*BTW I am at home blogging about this because I didn't managed to convince my mom to let me play this year. Five years back I wouldn't have asked for her permission. I can't do anything now apparently.*

OZ's "SA"dness

2006-03-12T21:44:00.000+05:30

Wad a match!

I am speechless.

Wad A Match....

434 :-O :-O

438:-O :-O :-O :-O

And did you see someone holding the "kangaroo curry for dinner" board!?! (trying hard to bow gracefully)

South Africa Rockz, rulez and everything else. (You people just made my brother cry!!!)

Wad a match.................WoW wOw WoW!

The Tag

2006-03-08T23:37:00.000+05:30

Finally managed to finish this. LOL, I have 9 or some such huge single - digit number of charts to submit. Yet I chose to write this.
I was tagged not so long ago by Kartik and yeah without wasting more time than I already have ...

A LIST OF THINGS I DO TO BE THE CHANGE, UNCONDITIONALLY

1. Love

2. Bitch

3. Care

4. Wear deodrant

5. Lecture smokers on how harmful smoking is to them and others around. Passive smoking also kills.

6. Make people realise that they have achieved nothing at all to party late into the night and get drunk.

7. Sing wherever/whenever I can.

8. Curse the Dabba (hindi for box) outside my college that supposedly serves some highly toxic, infectious and scary suttas.(Have you heard the sutta song?!?)

9. Message more than call. I don't earn as much as yet, you see. Thank you Hutchy!

10. Humour myself. Thats how selfless I can get.

11. Spy all the unwanted/useless things. (like my brother)

12. Call or mail ALL my friends atleast once every week irrespective of how loyal they are to me.

13. Have a bath once in 24 hours. Its a principle.

14. Call myself a babe inspite of the witchy looks I possess.

15. Remember birthdays (Monthly birthdays too!) without yahoo/birthday alarm.

THINGS I HOPE TO DO TO BRING SOME CHANGE

1. Leave home 10 minutes before the bus leaves my bus stop.

2. Study harder than her.

3. Get more people to follow the bath principle.

4. Get more people to learn classical music.

5. Teach classical music to the result of 4.

6. Learn to move on.

7. To put some sense into atleast one of my sooo many smoking friends and prevent them from winning foolishly committed followers.

8. Learn to cook better. ( I'll live on maggi anyways. Maggi- the boon to the lazy babes.)

9. Do something to validate the babe call.

10. Adopt a child.

Now the easiest part...

I tag

1. Varun B Krishnan ( You can do better without typhoid machaan )

2. Anusha B

3. Ashwin Krishnan

The ode of a scolded soul

2006-03-05T17:29:00.000+05:30

The other day I and my Dad had a huge fight. But since he had to drop me off at college I buttered him up and made him drive. He was still angry with me so I didn't bother him much.

I managed to look at him only once to see if he was looking at me and he wasn't. I continued with my lab record. I love finishing that in the car. I have this weird habit of singing while doing other things. That day too I was singing and suddenly I realised he was staring rather glaring at me. I stopped singing.

After sometime, forced by habit, I began to sing again. This time my dad got pretty serious and told me he would never drop me unless I stopped singing.

Poo: Whats your problem if I sing?

Dad: Its not you singing. Its the song.

Poo: What the... I was only singing saanwariya....?!?

Dad: WHAT?

I stopped. I knew what went wrong.

I shall never sing saanwariya again.

Actually I shall never sing that when my dad is angry and around.

For those who are a tamilian and didn't still get it.... Ok no jumping into the well or anything just read on...

To the innocent -- saanwariya means 'are you dying' in tamizh.

When will he understand Hindi as hindi?

Da Da Tha

2006-02-28T22:50:00.000+05:30

I started speaking when I was one. I spoke on my first birthday and after that there was no stopping. I never stopped even when I was asked/ordered to. Chatterbox is one nick name that I can relate to, anyday. I absolutely LOVE babies who have just learn to speak. They are soooo cute.
The sad part is, I have a cousin who is past 2 years and he still can't talk. Mom and I had been wondering for long and infact we were scared if he would ever speak. So we met this speech therapist at NIHH( National Institute of Hearing Handicapped) to find out what the problem could be because there wasn't a single person in my family who hadn't spoken by 2. What she said is what forced me to make this post.
She told me she treats more children who can't speak due to environmental factors than children who can't speak because they can't hear.
Thousands of children whose parents can afford a lavish day care center don't talk. It is right for a woman to work. A man has every right to work hard to satisfy his family. But its also their duty to see that their children are brought up right. They ought to live up to the result of the only purpose I(/they/we all) see to marriage. Living in day care centers probably prepares the babies to lead an independent life. But at the end of the day, if they can't talk, are they still leading a happy life? A kid learns to speak by listening to everyone else. Now if the parents are themselves busy and the kid sulks in one corner of a creche watching POGO on a muted TV because the old lady who looks after him can't stand the noise Barney makes... What can I say? This is exactly whats happening with all the nuclear dollar racing families around. Their children have become technically dumb.
And again, once the kids get back home, moma and dada have to watch tv and the kid should not get addicted to the idiot box, therefore the poor things are locked in a room to do something productive. They are neither talked to nor allowed to learn themselves by listening to their only other source of language. All the locking-up business can probably make the kid a great artist or a great craftsman but what use are all those if the child can't explain in words what he has drawn or made.
The parents of this generation need to realise that there is lot more to bringing up the kid right than bringing up the right kid. Its for their kids that they work so hard and earn so much. Their motives are definitely right. Only the way they chose to realise it, proved to be wrong. Instead of sending them to creches, the kids can be sent to pre primary schools, where they atleast get to mingle with other kids. Lots of problems are possibly overlooked for convenience sake. No mommy would want to send her baby to a school 5 kms away when there is a DC Centre 3 blocks away. But these minor mistakes are finally seen when the kid does not start talking.
Again parents tend to believe that by treating the children at speech therapy centres they can be cured(yeah right cure them??).

And what exactly happens at such places?

The children are given more attention and made to listen to more of their own parents. All they do is play a recording of their parents' voice of some basic words like come, go, take, drop and run (dogs lead a better life don't you think? They get a bone atleast). They could have done this at home and spared themselves and the kids of some pain.
Goes to say every child WILL speak but they only need the motivation. A muted surrounding won't work. Talk more to them. Let them feel their existence. Let them be encouraged.
If you want your kids to live a successful life, prepare them for a talking tomorrow...

PS: Taggy boy will come soon. And you better comment. You'll be tagged otherwise.
Hehe...you'll be tagged even otherwise.

The Universal Language!

2006-02-19T18:27:00.000+05:30

People who talk to me daily would probably know that my grandmom is here. My grandmom has been taking acupuncture treatment from our korean neighbours. This is what happened yesterday.

Patty(granma in tamil) knows to speak only tamil with some english words in between (like flatform for platform and some such). This is how the convo between the Korean kids' dad and patty went.
Treatment is over. Uncle gets up to leave.

Patty: Romba reliefaa irukku. Thanks.

Uncle: Poorunaa what she says?

Poornaa: She says lot of relief and thanks.

U: Ye Ye! Thank you.

Pa: naan daan thank you sollanam.( I should be thanking you)

From now on I donno how they understood eachother without me but well... they spoke the universal language.

U: Thank you, Aunty!

Pa: Naanum narraya daawkter (doctor) ta ponen aanalum ivalo relief illa.(I went to soo many doctors but never had soo much relief). * the reader is expected to understand that my gran knows very few words in english*

U: No No... I am not docta.

Pa: I know you not daawkter.

U: Ye Ye. I no docta.

Pa: You know dakter?

U: I am not dacta lekiiiiiin..... * My neighbour has been learning hindi for a year now *

Pa: You know reiki?? Naan narraya kelvi patturukken. Pannuvela? Sollitharuvela? Poo kelen ivarta. ( You know reiki?? I have heard a lot about it. Do you do it? Will you teach me? Poo ask him)

Poo: (chuckles)

U: ...... Lekiiiiiin I know acupuncture.

Pa: Reiki and acupuncture not same no?

Poo: (can't stop laughing)

U: Poorunaa, What is she asking?

I went on to explain. Sad life I lead.

And I thought translating Kaykusum to tamil was difficult.

Pheeeww!

More obsession

2006-02-13T23:25:00.000+05:30

Victory

"Did he call?", mom asked.
"Not yet”, I said. “Its only been an hour. Stop being tensed."

Her walking pace increased 10 fold in the course of the next one hour.

And... the phone rang. I answered obviously(she was tensed remember!). He won. She was happy. I was elated!

She won't bug me anymore.

Matches are sweaty and painful with mom around. But he won. Way to go brother!

LOL- Now who did you think this 'he' was?

Some obsession this! 55 again.....

2006-02-08T23:40:00.000+05:30

Two very encouraging comments made me write another one.

Visitor

“Why hasn’t he come yet?” she thought.
He was always there at nine.

What happened after that, she never knew. She barely felt the touch of his awaited arrival.

“What’s taking him so long?” she wondered.

She kept wondering till she fell asleep.

Sleep did come atlast…. A touch was all she felt this time too.

Ok thats all here! Last 2 exams postponed to friday, thanks to moharam. I am jobless for the time being.Hence this post.

Alrighto! Off to catch up with some sleep.

I go 55!

2006-02-05T15:52:00.000+05:30

55 words of fiction!
It was the happening thing sometime back. O well since I'm not trendy and sounding different is something I love, here I go.

Pointless

He spoke all that he wasn't expected to.
She listened tearless.
Did it have to end this way? Today?

What was will never be. He wasn't hers anymore. Life always played with her and left her powerless. Could she do anything about it?
She had to move on.
She will...
What's the point, after all?

Word count -- 55 ( I never thought I could do this... so YAY!)
I guess I'll wait and see how many think I should try more of this kind. Goes to say, I expect comments.
More coming after internals... that is if you wish!

PS: She'll miss him. A lot.

PPS: I love PSs. They don't add to the word count.

Midnight Wondering.....

2006-02-03T23:06:00.000+05:30

When will he be beaten?

AND.....

When will my man win??

A kid I shall be...

2006-01-30T06:29:00.000+05:30

Most of my friends are kids. I can talk to a baby for an hour, even if it is one year old and can’t say a word. O! I can talk to “talking” Korean kids too!

Does that make me a kid?

My dad still drops me at the bus stop. He is such a companion to my friends sometimes, that I stare from the other corner and wish he could leave me alone at the bus stop atleast. Only when I get into the bus do I breathe the familiar air of grown-upness :-D. Once in the bus, getting ragged and keeping the cell phone safe becomes matters of concern for the kid.

Does that mean I am partially a kid?

I got my first bus pass 3 months back.

So I was a kid till then eh, dad?
But why am I still being dropped at the bus stop? Why is my talk time still restricted?

Though I am younger to my brother I always felt I was a bigger kid. I went to school and junior college by bus. I still go to college by bus. It was never that way with him. He went to school by bus( he had no choice… I needed company!). He hardly went to college because of the million tennis tournaments he played for those dreaded AITA points and ranking. But when he did, he went with his friends or on his bike. And NOW, to add fire to this poor kids soul, he is getting a car (which is ABSOLUTELY unfair dad if you are reading this:-(). I have not yet been to the movies with my friends but my brother was allowed to go to any random place when he was just 13. My brother could grow up(not even grow…. Kind of a leap, don’t you think?). Why not me? I am ok with not-allowed-to-movies part. But sometimes I really want them to know I am 18 and I can look after myself.

The past few days, mom and dad were making huge plans to go somewhere( I didn’t bother to listen!). One thing, that was enough to let me day-dream, was the possibility of living alone. My bro too wouldn’t be there. He is old enough to go anywhere.

So I was finally considered big.

YAY! YAYIEE!!

Call that some achievement. I felt like I was the only other person who understood the theory of relativity (the theory of growing up in-fact) besides Enistein. I was planning like I had never planned. My plan looked something like this-

5 Am - wake up! (you need to cook)
6 Am - Get bored of your phone ringing and get up

The house is all yours babe! Do whatever you want…

8 Am - Realise the bus leaves in 45 minutes and drink milk without brushing teeth. ( I always wanted to have bed milk:-P I don’t drink coffee.)
8:45 Am - Reach the bus stop somehow and manage not to miss the bus.
6:30 Pm - Get back home half hour late. Have chat on the way, hoping against hope that mom hasn’t called home and talked to an unanswered phone.
7 Pm - Eat maggi!
8 Pm - Make dinner.
9 Pm - Ruin 3 vessels and decide Uma’s mom cooks better. ( Uma is my 3-year old friend!)
10 Pm - return from Uma’s house.
12 midnight - get fed up of the computer.
1 Am - get bored of messaging the same guys.
2 Am - sleep cursing 24 hours of freedom is too less for an eighteen year old kid.

*curses*

*curses*

Saturday morning mom decided to stay back. She was apparently scared to leave me alone. I have no words. Terrible insult... I made no attempt to convince her and ruin any forthcoming chances. I am still 18. Next year I’ll be older by one year. I’d probably be a 19 year old unkid. I’d better wait and find out.

For now I am a kid and I can’t do anything about it, sadly...

Poornaa: I am 18…. I am a MAJOR!

Dad: O yes! You are a major kid….. And STOP wailing like a kid.

P: So I shouldn’t act like a kid… but I am still a kid eh?

D: You can’t act like a kid. You are 18.

(dad exits… irritated).

P: (shouts) That’s what I have been telling youuu.......

And I still silently wail.

A kid I shall be...

BOO HOO!

AI YAM BACKK

2006-01-28T21:09:00.000+05:30

Lots of sorries to all the people who read my blog which is 1..2..3 people. Took me sometime to make the "I'm back" post. I haven't been here the whole of last week which is why there haven't been any posts. And since I was trying to catch up with whatever was happening in class(I'm still trying to... failing miserably asusual) I was dormant the whole of this week.

Where I was last week might take more than 1 post. But I shall try to make it one post. Before I continue

Warning: People who can't value classical music... stop reading right here. Any unnecessary comment will be deleted onsight.

So I was at Thiruvayaaru (Thats how it is spelt over there... acceptable variations would be thiruvaiyaru/thiruvaiyaar). All I can say is, that place is HEAVEN. Its the village where saint Thyagaraja attained samadhi. Every year the Thyagaraja aaradhana is held during " a very tough to type" day. The program goes on for a week though and ALL the musicians come and sing/play one of these days. The best part is there is "NO ENTRY FEE" and you can actually listen to the best musicians of the carnatic music world perform. The day starts off at 8 o' clock and ends at 12 midnight and there is music non-stop( music every second and I am serious).

Even the best singers get only a 20 minute slot. Its so much fun!! I stayed 100 meters away from the pandal and I could listen to everyone. My phone has some excellent pieces and I just can't stop listening to them now. And on the day of the aaradhana there is a goshti gaanam (group singing), which is the best part! A huge crowd of people sing the pancharathna krithis together. I know I am getting people jealous here but one needs to be there to realize... reaslize... realize... EVERYTHING!

Though I didn't stay there the entire week, the four days that I was there had some amazing performances! There was Sudha Raghunathan, Priya sisters, Unni Krishnan, Bombay Sisters, Mandolin Srinivas(I had to include this:-P), Kanyakumari violin..... Ok I can go on forever but I shall stop here! If you love classical music you wouldn't want to leave that place.

Moving on to free food:-D. You get some yummy south indian lunch there. Its mostly kai, kootu, sambar, rasam *minus* appalam. Theres always idli and pongal for breakfast. You can eat that atleast for the awesome chutney! Now you know what I enjoyed the most there.

Since my guru is K.Subbulakshmi (Kunnakudi Vaithyanathan's sister), we actually stayed with his family there. Thank You G and L(his grandchildren, 12 and 18 yrs old resp) for the jokes we cracked, the laughter we shared and the balloons we ruined! The balloon seller had a ball! We bought 12 balloons in two days. 9- Rs.5 ones and 3- Rs.7 ones. The difference between them is that, Rs.5 ones are huge while the Rs 7 one is the Rs.5 one + a heart shaped balloon inside it. Like kaadhal in thondi.(love in stomach) Thats how G described it!
I guess I'll stop here. The balloons deserve another post. Lets see....

Thats all for now!

PS: I sang there!

PPS: I was on TV!

PPPS: More posts coming!

Did someone say ignorance is bliss?

2006-01-10T23:00:00.000+05:30

Do you know what is going to happen to you tomorrow?

NO?

Do you know what is going to happen to someone else tomorrow?

NO?

Unless you are going to do something to the same someone.

Ok I can't beat around the bush. Someone, please save the goats. Please.

Tomorrow is Bakrid and I saw around 1000 goats on a 500 meter stretch near a place called Mehdipatnam, today. Poor innocent goats. They were staring in to my eyes( ok that was exaggeration. They had better work to do). Basically I was staring at them and I thought they stared back at me ( I am a pretty goat, you see). Humor aside, these beautiful goats were painted blue/green/red and were happily baaing(is that the sound?) on either side of the road, ignorant of the fact that they won't be alive in another 24 hours.

No one knows that they are going to die tomorrow. But if we knew about another person's impending death, wouldn't we help them. Why can't we save the goats then?

People have time to send funny smses like "Don't go out tomorrow coz they are catching bakras", who is even trying to stop the killing of real goats?
We probably rank the highest in cattle population but that doesn't give us any right to kill another being. Mutton is probably tasty. But do we need another day dedicated just to hack them, that too, one goat per family?

Very saddening.

There are different ways of celebrating. If killing is one such idea, then commit a suicide. Its THRILLING. You won't even see the end of it.

Everything is over now. I am sure all the goats have gone off to their new homes(graves rather).

If only they could understand human stare/concern...

If only they could sense the pain in the smell of new paint....

If only they could run awaaayy.....

If only man could do away with this slaughtering......

I pray one of these happen next year at least. I am in love with goats. Save them, people!

Somewhere, in a parallel world....

2006-01-07T12:54:00.001+05:30

Somewhere, in a parallel world, I will be able to write like her. Not because I can't write well, but because my words mean quite nothing.

Well...

I was generally reading and jumping blogs, when I came across this AMAZING post. I have no words to describe it. Liked it a LOTT.

PS: The Love Letter seems to be attracting no one? Pity the writer :-D

LOVE LETTER....

2006-01-05T20:54:00.000+05:30

DEAR SWEET HEART ,

THE DAY I SAW YOU, OH ! A HIGH FREQUENCY PULSE HAD JUST TRIGGERRED OFF THE FLIP FLOP OF MY HEART. IT HAD STARTED OSCILLATING RANDOMLY WITH NO DEFINITE STATE. I TRIED TO GIVE IT A GATING PULSE BUT NO USE. MOREOVER IT'S AMPLITUDE HAD BECOME FOUR FOLD. YOUR SMILE HAD INTRODUCED IN ME STRENGTH MORE THAN THE STRONGEST PHOTON IN THE BOHR SERIES.
SEEING YOU NOW, MY POTENTIAL IS RAISING. WHY IS THIS FORWARD BAISING GIVEN TO ME? SEEING YOUR STYLISH WAYS, THE MICROPROCCESSOR OF MY BRAIN HAS INITIATED A WAIT STATE WITH INDEFNITE NUMBER OF WAIT CYCLES. WHENEVER I SEE YOU A WEIRD TYPE OF CONVERSION TAKES PLACE. WHAT IS THIS LOGRATHMIC INCREASE IN MY LEVELS?
WHY DON'T WE TUNE OUR TRANSMITTER AND RECIEVE FREQUENCIES TO THE SAME BAND TO AVOID DISLOSTION AT OUTPUT? DEAR, LET US TRY TO REDUCE THE DEPLETION LAYER BETWEEN YOU AND ME IN TURN MAKE MY CARDIAC RESPONSE STABLE. HOPING THAT WE WILL SOON FORM A DARLING ION PAIR....

YOURS TRULY
ME

Ok,
I hope you understood atleast half of it. I have no clue what most of those terms mean (if they mean anything, ie). Don't know what that guy( I think?!) was thinking when he wrote this. I couldn't stop laughing when I read this somewhere on the www, a week back. Now I need someone to explain what he(?) meant by stylish ways, wait whatevers, dislostion and the whole letter maybe.

Funny?

2006-01-01T17:01:00.000+05:30

Hehe!
I once read ( half read I must say! ) an article ( review infact ) on Music India Online. That was the last time I read anything there (or I decided never to read anything there). That was 2 years back. Today I was made to read something that was supposedly (no seriously) funny!

Here it is.

Now, I did laugh. I laughed till I though I would puke. Seriously, I need to find out who writes stuff there. Calling it sad or bad or yuckk is an understatement.

LOL at the last line --

"Anyhow, when it comes to love, even Super star is also just another father!" -- Yennihow, kaadhalnu vandutta super starum oru saadharna thandai daan!

And I thought, one wonly thinks in one's mother tongue.

*sigh*

PS: Special thanks(?) to Kartik Talamadupula ( without whom this post would not have happened) for making me read that.I also thank my parents for ahem *u know* (more special thanks to small B for lending me that part of the dialogue!)... and all ya readers( if any) for reading this. Thank you... Thanks a million... trillion... Ok enough!:-P

Happy New Year!

2006-01-01T16:10:00.000+05:30

Happy New Year People!!

Well, its 2006 already. Time does fly fast! I still remember writing a paragraph on "what I would do by 2005", in my eighth standard. Its already 2006 and I still don't own a car and a personally autographed Andy Roddick shirt. So basically 2006 is going to be the year for reduction of backlogs. Actually I would call it a better year, if only I can stop generating more of them.

The word backlog reminds me of my very close friend, Sonu. When she joined school in 8th, she always had a list at the end of her english classwork titled 'backlogs'. It was never more than 7 or 8. I admired her for that. If only I were to write some such thing, I would need an entire english note book just for that. After seeing her list I developed a complex and never did such acts of sanity! Miss you girl!

Guess I am gonna be posting a lot today! More coming...

Kippun Saun Thong Jal!

2005-12-24T23:14:00.000+05:30

Kippun Saun Thong Jal!!...

that is supposedly "Merry Christmas" in korean.

It took me 1 whole day to learn to pronounce that and 1 more day to memorize that (and I still don't know if I typed it right!?!). Pretty hard to say those words and with a five year old flat nose-cutie correcting you, it is worse. Anyways have fun wining and plum-caking everyone. The same cutie sent me a huuge chocolate cake (yummmyyyyy) that I can't stop looking into the fridge now. Off to fridge-watching!

** Can babes mean babe just because anyways is anyway ?? **

Choices and more...

2005-12-21T22:55:00.000+05:30

It has been 3 weeks since I got my new cell and my sms frequency is slowly and happily increasing.
This message was from my friend.... He said
hey! poo I actually wanted to know what you would have chosen given a chance to choose two of the four:
1) Swimming (Hehehe! Archimedes knows better :-P)
2) German class - German class reminds me of this. I used to play tennis till 2 years back and there was a German guy called Oliver who used to play with us. Basically a lot of people in the court used to bug him to teach them German. I was one of them. So he once said, "fighthi" meant 'what is your name'. I was dumb enough to believe it. Innocent as I was ( coz I was in 6th :-D) , when his dad came to pick him up some day I said "fighthi" to him. You should have seen his face. LOL, ultimate confusion and shock. What do you think your dad would do if I said "F$#@" to him? This sweet German dad didn't get mad at me though. He just said " Err.... you shouldn't be saying that" and left. That was the last time I tried to learn a language. No actually I am learning Korean now and I still don't know the “F” word in Korean.
3) Analytical instrumentation where in you use hi- fi machines and do experiments and separate biological components like cells etc. ( Ahh !! this is something I'd love to do coz it makes NO sense to me.)
4) Computer language classes. (Considering the fact that I have to choose two, I guess I will choose this.)

Ok the problem is I have no clue why I typed this out. I was generally bored and didn’t know what to do. What would you people choose? If you happen to read this my friend, you just read what I would choose.
Anyways life is getting too monotonous. It’s a pity that Christmas falls on a declared national holiday too. No double holiday… Boo Hoo.Off to sleep.

I wanna know-

2005-12-18T20:15:00.000+05:30

1) Will I become blind because one friend of mine sprayed 3 ml of something that claims to be physically hazardous, into my right eye which later brought 3 liters of tears and even more curses from an organ just below my nose?

2) Why can I never find all the stuff that I need to wear when I am three minutes late for my bus?

3) Why does the bus come 3 minutes early when I am 5 minutes late and never the other way round?

4) Why can’t I still find my lettering chart that carries 10 marks?

5) Why should Billie Jean King speak in Hindi on the history channel too? I have given up on cartoon network. I cannot stand Noddy in Hindi :-(. It is apparently to increase the viewer count. I know more people who have stopped watching CN just because of that.

6) Why can’t my mom ever find the down arrow to the right of the address bar? O! wait, she can’t find the address bar either.

7) When will she learn to pronounce google as google and not googly?

8) Why can’t she write an e-mail? She knows how to write mails. Only an e-mail goes in 3 or more pieces with 5 or more sorries ( including the sorries in the subject line which is usually “ sorry about the last mail(s),(like I said) my enter key is slightly stuck ” ). One Mr. Benign knife had something comforting to say. Thank ya!

9) Who can watch Titanic in tamizh? Only thing commendable is they atleast managed the length of the dialogues.

10) Why does everything run the barter way between me and my brother? I hate making his bed. He is a clumsy sleeper.

11) Why is my phone always hotter than me? :-P ( Hehe, I meant that in the literal sense. It turns really hot for “God-knows-what” reason.)

12) This is something I have asked everyone I know – Why do you get homesick when you leave home and get sea sick when you enter the sea? You got an answer except the regular – “ It is just one minor flaw in the English language.” ??

14) Is anyone having a problem with undelivered offliners on Y! messenger?

15) Who said '13' was unlucky?:-D

This post comes courtesy someone who thinks blogging is one way to please boredom.

Me likes!

2005-12-16T21:31:00.000+05:30

Hehe! Can't believe this. My second post for today! I got these poems from my uncle. Truly funny, only if you can read tamizh....

A translation might take sometime. That'll mean LOTS of boredom which will come soon, surely!

BOREDOM....

2005-12-16T18:49:00.000+05:30

YAY!! my first internals got over just today!! I am so excited. Not that I studied a lot but writing an exam is a PAIN.
I began this post like 3 days back in my college lab. I was THAT bored. I wouldn't blog otherwise. Boredom wasn't the ONLY reason though. My exam gets over at 3.30 and I need to wait for my college bus till 4.30 . December is supposed to be cold and I wish it was this year:(:(. Standing or moving around is itself a torture under the scorching ( why on earth?!?! ) sun. The only place that is cold, thanks to the air conditioner, is the computer lab. So thats the place I rush to after the exam. The classes aren't air conditioned(I am not that fortunate). The AC is the only thing attractive about the lab coz the connection is SO slow that it takes 10 minutes to load a page and all the messengers are blocked. Like I said I could do nothing better and hence this post.
LOL I guess thats all I got to say! Its been more than 2 weeks since I read the book that I was reading.Its called Seizure. I love Robin Cook, not sure how many of you like his books, but it is certainly readable. Ok anyways back to bed and book!

Resurrection

2005-10-28T21:52:00.000+05:30

Well.I'm in no writing spree.Just that we were asked to write a story at college and I wrote something.Since my blog needed some posts, I decided to put this on.I didn't choose the topic.If only I were allowed to......Anyway here it is......

"Is it a dream?".... He tried to pinch himself awake.His hands were too stiff to move.The heat was melting him.He felt like a metal.NO WAIT... he felt like baked brick.The heat was unbearable.He stared at the mud roof of his undergroud hideout awaiting his end."Was it coming? Am I dying?" he thought.He could still remember himself.He still felt his warm blood, only it was too hot to call warm.He had to get off that place. He didn't wanna lose himself already.He wanted to see if daylight still existed.He wished.....
He moved. He finally walked towards the steps, climbed up and opened the door to the living room.All he saw was darkness.He checked his heat- resistant watch. It read 3 PM and it was running.Phew! His one creation still worked. Feeling his way like a blind man he counted five and placed his hand in front to feel the music system."OUCH!" he touched something hotter than the sun or he assumed.Totally confused, he switched on his watch torch.What he saw left him in bewilderment.Was it his house?Was it his beautiful living room? Was it all that was left of his life earned assets?Was this what he had to live with the rest of his life?He couldn't stop the perennial flow of questions.He was overwhelmed.Controlling himself he walked out of what was once the main door.He could see streaks of light here and there.Ahh!! atleast there was light. But where was the sun?Prepared for the worst he looked up.There were black particles floating across the once serene blue sky.He felt he was walking under layers of a congregation of nano particles that had learnt to interact and live together and was ALMOST mankind.He had to find the sun.He had to see something familiar.He felt like an alien and only the sun could prove that it was HIS earth.Nevertheless, he walked forward with only partial day light to guide his steps.
He remembered the world was split in to two.There was a nuclear war and he could still hear the loud and last explosion.There was a bright light before he went blank.Heat had engulfed the memories of the last few moments he spent on that world.He thought hard which only exerted him more. He needed food and he had to find some soon.One look to the side and he wished he had never shifted his glance.He saw corpses or thats what he thought they were.Dead forms at their worst.Stone,dust,tin cans were the only recognizable black,burnt remains.He searched for life but in vain.The harsh reality made him forget to cry."God loves everyone.I can't be the ONLY special person.I can't be the only living creature on earth.....Probably He hates me.To be the sole representative of humanity is too much to contemplate.", he mused. He continued to walk.He was destined to live and he would live hard till he died.He wouldn't ATLEAST die a painful death like the others.

"EEOOWW!"

"How selfish can I be.Why am I so happy about not suffering like others? When was the last time I regarded them as brothers?How I wish....", he pondered.He was getting nostalgic.He tried infinitely to block his thoughts.Nothing could stop it.He HAD to save anyone alive.He had to rebuild his colony,his country.......... "HIS WORLD". It rained then to mark the change of season.... the change of his attitude.

Oh no!Why did he feel hot? Was it acid?

Were the nano particles evolving??

Were they using the predator prey stratergy and was he their LAST prey???

He felt the liquid.It didn't react with his hand.It probably attacked only the brain.He tried to wipe it off but it blinded his eyes.He pressed,squeezed and punched his eyes.

Nothing happened.

*blink* blink*

closed his eyes again.

*blink* blink*

He had to open it.He had to raise the world.
RESURRECTION beckoned.
With a faint hope of vision he forced open his eyes.He saw his sister playing in the garden.

Whats happened?

His music system was as cold as the moon or he assumed.

Was it a dream?!?!

He was still a warm blooded animal.

It was a dream after all.

He thanked, for once.

Some Einstein Talk

2005-10-25T23:42:00.000+05:30

My blog header isn't too apt to my life now. I'm no more bored but I sure am going insane. My college is keeping me busy.. WAIT! so busy than I'm too busy to show off that I'm busy. Yesterday we had this talk by "sorry-I-can't-remember-his-name" on 'How to excel as an individual and as a group'. I can't actually say how relevant his words were to the topic, but he atleast talked about things I love to debate on. One being, how important healthy competition is to achieve success and the other on how anyones performance is RELATIVE. So I thought I'd post something about that.
Every person loves to encourage himself. Thats the way life goes and thats one of the major ways one derives so called happiness. And how do most of us encourage ourselves?? By saying... I stood second atleast or I got more than that guy this time or I ran faster than him. This itself urges one to go about with what he is working on. Lot of people think its determination, sacrifice, hardwork and lots of luck that defines one's success story. O yeah! one needs all that. But what drives him? He can't always depend on himself for motivation nor can he expect himelf to be that strong. Its only competition that drives him. To strive to do better than others propels him. It isn't his ego thats depicted when he desires to match his skills with another person. As long as there is a healthy reason attached to it, one can feel proud to compete.
Noone can truly excel by shying away from others. Improving on one's previous performances is definitely a success but to be known in the world one has to achieve certain pre set standards. Now what are these standards? They are obviously what someone ELSE has attained previously. To excel, in such a case, is to do better than them.One can't determine one's stand without a scale of measurement. And any scale is relative. A person at the top of the scale can afford(not much either) to disregard the growing people. A person who is still growing can't think of just himself. He needs to realise his position and where he is headed for at that point. The magnitude of his goal keeps increasing every second because everyone is improving. Its no blind man's game and its sheer foolishness to think about you as an individual in this ever-so-competitive world.
It all drives down just one point. One undoubtedly needs to work hard and be determined to keep going... but he needs competition to set him going. He works to reduce the relative distance between him and his goal. This in turn increases efficiency level and alters the magnitude of the last determined goal. There is nothing wrong in comparing yourself with someone else. It only hurts when someone else does it for you. Only when you yearn to excel will you understand my theory of relativity.

What I learn when I'm busy...

2005-08-25T16:40:00.000+05:30

Hmmm that was a pretty long break... well I was too bored even to write something in my blog. But now that I have something to look forward to in life(errr.. thats not VERY true but thats how I console my jobless brain), like all the weird courses I'm doing which my MOM thinks is keeping me busy, I decided to write something.
Ok so there is this computer class that I go to which is pretty far from my house. So I need to go and come back either by bus or auto or plead someone at home for a drive(which is usually my brother and I don't even want to talk about what all he makes me do for him after I get back home. It can fill pages about how sad the younger one's life can get). Asusual I'm late that day too and I somehow reached the place before the teacher came(o well no points for guessing how...the teacher was late:P). After I sat through what I don't even have a blurred memory of, I get out of the class thinking about how I'm going to get back home before it gets dark. Its not that I believe in ghosts or spook gives me spikes but I come from a family which believes that a girl should be back home before twilight. I don't mind following it because I see an element of truth in it but I always fail to reason out the truth satisfactorily with others. Meanwhile my classmate asks me if I wanted her to drop me off somewhere and I gladly(shamelessly) accept the offer. I get myself dropped at this crossroad where I assure her I'll get an auto and she happily drives off with no further offers. So I stand there, thanking my fate for gracing me with atleast a ride halfway, waiting for an auto. This is when I see this man sitting on the pavement and mending shoes. He was constantly staring at me(I have NO facial brilliance) and I was literally cursing him in my heart(I now pray God to forgive me for that). And then I was so totally bugged that I turned and looked at him when he asked me to move away(in telugu and for once I understood). Reluctantly I moved only to realise I was standing in this stupid corner which was some sort of a blind turn and anything could happen to anyone there. I still don't like him though I managed to smile at him(my smile is OK thanks to my braces). Its already 15 minutes since I have been waiting for an auto and I didn't get one. Not that none went past me but no one expected anyone as intelligent as me to be looking for an auto on a road where drivers were in love with their accelerators.
I start cursing my luck again coz it was already dark. I decide to call my brother and beg him well... AGAIN. Poor me, I look for a telephone booth and can't find one( why can't I find anything). To top it all, HE is still staring at me(or thats what I assumed). So I decide to cross the HUGE road and try my luck on the otherside but one look to my left and the speed scares the shit outta me. I make up my mind to die in the corner but not in the middle of the road.My waiting time crosses 1 hr and I was sure my mom would be looking for me. I didn't know what to do.I was helpless. No auto, No bus stop, No cellphone only stares, MONEY and loads of BAD LUCK( who said money brings good luck ... Grrrrrr..). I couldn't see people around except that guy who was sitting on the pavement. I was just contemplating the idea of asking him for help when I saw him move. His legs were missing(the crudest way I can put a thing that hit me so hard, thats what I thought then.... rather I wasn't thinking). I don't know what possessed me when I went and asked him if I could do something for him. But he didn't say anything(Ahhh..did I expect too much, he knows how worthless I am). He sat on his wheel chair crossed the road(I still don't know how he managed)and got back an auto for me. All those who thought yay yay! was my first reaction, hit yourself hard. I was speechless. For all the glares I gave him, I didn't know what exactly I should tell him. I was standing there and STARING at him(the other way round or I assumed). I finally mumbled a thanks and got in. I could hear him say "U R WELCOME" (yes in english). Like all girls do when they are touched I started crying.I don't care what the driver thought. I was hating myself. What could computers do if you couldn't cross the road, what could cell phones do if you didn't carry one, what could knowledge do if you couldn't differentiate filthy stare and concern and what could living do if you couldn't make it different for others. To know the meaning of life you should play his part. Living without limbs is death enough. And I let him help me at something I was more than capable. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Inspite of being hurt/touched/confused/helpless/sad all the while at home I was SERVING my brother for dropping me that evening.
Well thats what happened that day. I'm not insane enough to accept offers these days and I'm still looking for him to do anything he asks for. I expected/intended the post to be serious. Sorry about the bits of nonsense here and there.

DEPRESSION

2005-06-02T19:11:00.000+05:30

So, What exactly is depression?? We all know what the consequences of depression are... but has anyone thought why exactly people feel depressed? What drives them to do what they eventually do??... and is this so called depression a state of mind or a state of emotions?Having seen what my sister went thro' and what she is still going through,I believe its a disease that slowly kills and the only cure is concern (limited concern... when a person is at the height of depression which is close to insane..even the concern seems like a plot ... a plot against him to pull him down to nothingness).
Lemme begin answering my own questions. Depression is both a state of mind and emotion.When a person craves for sumthing , puts his heart and soul into it and finally doesn't get what he expected , his heart aches.... this is just the beginning and perfectly cureable if only that person has someone to talk to,to blurt out all he thinks and all that he feels.Now when he has none to speak to or none to share his feelings with he tries to find solace himself and begins
to think (far too much) about what might happen becaz he hasn't got the thing he thought he would.In such a situation a person's mind is too vulnerable, extremely weak and timidly accepts anything that comes as a part of the flow.The situation however simple it might seem overwhelms him and he has no clue about what he's gonna do.He then begins to act weird , becomes totally unlike what he was, becomes reserved or talks at all the wrong moments.People begin to call it an attention seeking gimmick,which is exactly what he wants but for a perfectly valid reason, and don't bother to give him any.His life deteriorates,he thinks a lot (insane crap I must say) with evidently no
relation between what he begins and what he ends with.His emotions are no more under control.He cries for nothing , strays away from humanity(like cattle suffering from FOOT AND MOUTH disease)loses confidence,memory and can't keep track of events.This is the time the old "I couldn't care less " people think he needs help and come to him.This time he doesn't have the mental strength even to accept the newcomers.He begins to believe this sudden affection is a plot to take away what little he has...even his loved ones are against him and he tries to ignore them and searches for newer solace.Mind so unclear and with overflowing emotions he is prone to external adverse effects.People take advantage and extract the max which strengthens his conviction that the society is against him.This is high time this person needs medical help. When I mean medical help I mean a psychiatrist and not the medicine he gives, a third party who he can now believe and who will DEFINITELY not harm him.If he is not treated then..I'm afraid we can never get him back.He will probably...no surely think himself to death.
Its very easy to say a depression patient(how I hate to use that word) can be taken to a psych and thts all ,hes gonna be perfectly alright soon(?)...well there's more.He for one will never trust anyone coz he believes the whole worlds against him.To take him to a psych itself is an ordeal.And once the initial talking is done and the medicines are prescribed you still can't be assured of his recoup.Afterall depression drugs cause sleep and mental inactivity and any sudden upsurge of emotion can cause death( I don't believe the filmi tablet taking act is funny only the situation is phony but there are ppl who do it and is certainly close to reality).And next, such drugs have to be taken at the right time.An after breakfast drug taken after dinner can cause different emotionally retarded activity.Infact if anyone (like me)had to share a roof with a depressed person you will know that his tablets have days marked on them,to assure him tht he's taking only the day's dose and if he finds it missing it means he has already taken it(like I said they can't keep track of events). His life is worser than you can contemplate.He put himself into such a situation and when he really wants to come back he doesn't know how
to,he doesn't know whom to take help from.He doesn't know where to begin coz he doesn't know where he went wrong,his thoughts had mutilated reality.His life comes to a stand still and he's not even an amnesia patient to claim that he doesn't remember his past.The only problem is he doesn't know what actually happened and what are the creation of his thoughts(this sometimes happens when we are too much into something that we also dream about it and finally end up confused if a certain thing did happen or if it was in our dreams).
And I dunno how this all ends coz my sister is still suffering.She still hasn't got back herself. We atleast managed to take her to a psych (thank God?) and she's been on medication for 2 years now and the doc believes she needs another 3 years time to get control of her emotions.Easy to say she's atleast not mad but a mad person is atleast happy.Imagine yourself pulling your hair in desperation and you see your family coming from all directions with shiny belts and sharp knives to whack you and stab you to death (heaven forbid)...what would you do?..Hard to even think of it.

Is it the system or YOU?

2005-06-01T03:43:00.000+05:30

Hello again! After a nice (hate to call it nice) sleep I'm back with sum fresh energy and enthusiasm to face the ever so boring world.Have been wondering for a long time about what to begin (officially) with..A clever frnd gave me a topic and I thought why not!?! With a little variation to his/her idea lets begin discussing about what we expect and what we get from the education system in India...
Every child begins his schooling nurtured from the day 1 to pursue his father's dream.Agreed no child has the maturity of thought to decide his future.Its only with time and some critical study of their interests that they get to know what they want and what they dont.Let us assume by the time they reach 5th standard each one has developed a dislike to math or science or geography and
decide to pursue a career in which they would never have to study them irrespective of their fathers dream.Thats the first mistake they make . They feel when they dont understand sumthng , lets put it anotherway ,when they believe sumthng is not their cup of tea.. they dont put in the much needed effort to get the stuff into their head.They r contended with what they know.What i wanna know is, Where has that driving force gone??....How can one be so sure that when you end up as a geologist you wouldn't have to distinguish between a sine and a cosine curve.
Ok good GREAT infact they have atleast realised (one step forward)they wanna become a geologist and dint care to do math or sit at the science class.So as they step in to class 6 , they have gained an aversion to a few subjects , hate the teachers who teach the rest and love only the subject tht they think they love. As time goes they see that there are hardly any1 in their class(THEIR world) who is bent upon becoming a geologist.They faithfully conclude that their future is set coz they have no competiton AT ALL!Laziness breeds incompetency and they tend to lose interest in everything.Enter class 9 they know for sure tht they cannot become an engineer coz they haven't got the BASICS RIGHT nor a doctor coz biolgy is "yeuch"(just an example.Not tht they r the only courses)and they proudly proclaim to a better off companion that they haven't got the fundas.They dont even care because they believe their future isnt THAT afterall.And when they finally enter the ACTUAL world at the end of 12th REALITY hits them hard.They aren't tht good a geologist either.Now here comes a very important point.What if they aren't a good geologist?all they wanted was to become one.It would be GOOD if thts their state of mind but once they, anyone for that matter, see their dream to make it BIG shatter, very few take the uncertain pain to rebuild it , a few others accept reality... and a large number of people FINALLY repent for not taking education seriously.They begin to curse the education system for not giving what they wanted.What they don't realise is the system gave them everythng they might need(I'm not using want here) ...It was infact they ,who din't take what they wanted and what they might want.Who is to be blamed ,The people or The system??..Think about it..
Its but natural for a person to place the entire system at fault just because one they dint bother to gain much from it , two they have company in cursing.Their statement sumtimes is taken as the only description of the present scenario.well its wrong and people shud not be carried away by this statement.In my opinion there is nothing majorly wrong with the system.It gives u what u need and u take what u want.The problem comes when u fail to take what u want?You might me under the misconception tht in the long run u might not infact need even basic knowledge in math or science ... first thought it might seem true but what u fail to see is, what u want ur future to be is not what it always turns out to be..To be prepared for the worst is better than to curse the system when u DO face it...in much simpler words..If u r or even if u r not sure abt where ur interest lies,the present edn system helps u keep ur options open and gives u an added advantage... it lets u choose when ur mind is MORE mature.One MUST realise tht this system has also given a right spirit to study.. a clearly seen driving force ,COMPETITION (when i say tht i mean HEALTHY competition) .
Well moving on to sum bad aspects which I believe are few and a modified framwork cud in all possibility overcome these shortcomings... one thing that we all see is a person who is a doctor tops the civil service exam and becomes an administrator... an engineer passes out as an MBA graduate from the IIM and talks abt public relations and the like...dus it serve as an additional qualification ? NO,a doctor then ceases to be a doctor and an engineer forgets his field of work.All this comes down to one thing.. wastage of resources . The govt. spends so much time and money educating him and he overomes aspiring doctors and engineers(whose talents go waste now coz they cant become what they want to) to become one and finally ends up as a person totally different.
What I believe we now need is a larger framework tht identifies what a person is MORE interested (engineer ,doctor ,geologist, astronaut or even a politician) in after basic education and channelise his skills to get a worthier citizen.This can be done only when this cursing stops and ppl work for betterment and not impeachment.
Ok thts all I gotta say!Comments welcome... Good Luck!

My first post!

2005-05-31T09:53:00.000+05:30

hello!
I have no clue how this post is gonna look and thats the only reason im posting!!
anyways lifes on a long jobless track and i wish i cud do sumthng ... can't find anythng to do... will get to proper posting from tomorrow .. right now off to get sum sleep!
Poornaa