Colossal Courage is What We Showed in Facing Terrorism!!!

I have been planning to write this post for a long time, that is, since the day Mumbai or more precisely speaking, India was attacked by the terrorists, on November 26th. But i wanted to find out more about the attack before giving out my cognizance out here on the blog. On all the three days that the attack lasted, i was glued to the TV to know how it will all end, how the Indian soldiers will save India and it really turned out worthwhile watching everything. My amma and sis at home were shouting at me because they were very least bothered about things that were happening in some place far away from where we live. But that's not the way it should be, we too have got a say in the things happening anywhere in India. After all, we are the proud citizens of India and our rights don't confine to the small place where we live.

Before i start thinking out loud, let me first bow my head in front of all those martyrs who laid their lives to save us all from worser perils that could have befallen all of us. Those were the real gods shrouded in military garments. I, from my heart, salute all those brave and formidable heroes of India who fought to protect our country.

The thing that happened here could have happened to any country in the world and i do not know how each country will tackle it but definitely some can tackle it better than we did because of their better economy but i won't blame our country's military force because they have done their best with whatever measly armaments they had. I definitely believe that an AK-47 is not even 1% equal to 10 rifles or pistols or whatever our Indian Police force has.

The other thing that made me sit open-mouthed in front of the TV was the strength and ability of the terrorists to make such an attack, that too, remember, they were less in number in a foreign land. That's definitely not an easy thing to do. I think they accomplished at least 60% of what they aimed. They could create terror, kill people, destroy Mumbai's shaan "Taj Hotel" and we were able to catch only one of them alive. I heard in news that they had used cocaine injections to keep themselves away from fatigue and falling asleep. They all had bodies that could have fitted the persona of a real warrior, and they were real warriors, ready to die, or you can say fighting to die causing havoc till they are alive. They had been trained for more than two years to sustain any kind of adverse conditions and also trained to fight and die. I still don't understand what kind of religious fanatism can lead one's mind to such a point as to make oneself sacrifice for its needs. How can they forget all the beauty of the world? How can they shut their eyes to the life around them? How can they be so inane? I really don't understand and never will.

One thing that's clear as crystal is the fact that terrorism will never end from the face of earth because man can never be satisfied. We can only stand together and fight against terrorism and try to take preventive measures against it. Only then can we save the innocent lives that are being sacrificed in the names of religion and other contemptible activities of man.

Meow....Meow....Meow....Would you care Listening Me Singing...Meow...Meow...Meow....

I am Cadbury, the tomcat you all will love. Am a domestic cat who turns wild only if someone really really hurts me. Usually felines are thought as very unfaithful ones but i can assure you am not one among them. Am a bitttt different. Because i learnt about faithfulness from my hero, the Alsatian whom the long-legged (LL) creatures who gives me food call Johny. Ya, such a funny name for a dog, right? But what can i do about it??? They have even named me wrongly. They have made me something that can melt in their mouth whereas the real me is quite different from what they know of. But so what?Let them call me whatever they want.I know what i am and how i am.

It's time i tell you how i got between these long-legged ones. I lost my mother or you can even think that my mother drove me away from her because i was becoming a headache for her as i always interefered her during her night trips with boyfriend. So she deserted me on the street on a rainy day and i couldn't even reach her by smelling her tracks. That's how the big LL creature of this house saw me lying cuddled in the grass. He called out someone and three LL ran out of the house. I was so afraid that i didnt look at any of them. I couldn't even find my voice to cry. They took me inside and dried me up with a soft material. I felt so cozy, so i decided to try the place for a while. If i find my mamma the next day i can of course go with her, i thought. But the thing that happened was just the opposite. I started liking the place more than i thought.

Days passed, they fed me with tastier stuff than what my mamma gave me. The only thing that i hated the most was the cuddling and petting. The younger LL creature of the house is a real pain in my ass. She always cuddles me up, gives me massages that i just hate, and makes me do weird things, Oh...i always try to hide from her.

The lady LL creature was okay with me. She pets only at rare times, so i dont make much complaints then. The sister LL creature has got a thing in her hand all the time which starts ringing at regular intervals. Only when that starts ringing i go near her, so she wont make any trouble for me at that time. I can see her sitting now at a big box from which white light is flowing and tapping on a black thing full of small cubes. I tried climbing on another big box kept below the light emitting and she cautioned me telling me to climb down from the "CPU"(what is that?) but i never listen to her babblings. I tried to touch her tapping hand through the gap above my head but when she started holding my hand through that gap, i escaped from there.

The big LL creature, the only male in the household is a big big satan. He always pulls my leg, my ears, my skin, my tail, whatever he gets hold of. He loves pulling me. What can i do? He is the one who brings the fish for me, my favorite chicken for me, so i allow myself to his pulling. The life of a tomcat in a house is really trying.

Oh, Yeah, you might be wondering about my hunting skill, right? am a great hunter even though am afraid of loud noises. If i hear something loud, i run faster than a cheetah(which i saw running on the box the LL creatures call TV{weird name}downstairs) and hide inside the cage where the box is being kept. So, about my hunting. Till this day (remember am just going to be 1 year old next August), i have hunted down 16 rats (i dont remember if i'v left counting any), 2 squirrels, 3 mynahs, 1 crow, 2 chameleons, and 1 snake.I really really look forward to breaking the record that has been set by my enemy the big black fractured-legged cat in the neighborhood that always gives me a snarl whenever he meets me.

Now, my real friends or you can also call them my girlfriends in the household are the squirrel and the puppy that lives upstairs under the LL sis's cot. I happened to hear from the smaller LL creature one that she made both of them for her last vacation at a doll-making class and the first day i met both of them i did thank the small LL creature once by giving her a big bite on her forearm. The squirrel is rani and the pup is tinty. I even kiss both of them and always have a great time (with lots of "fun") with them. I really love them.

So friends, i think that's all for now. It's time for my bed. Oh, dont ask me about my sleeping habits. am a real sleep baby. I sleep whenever i feel like but i have special places in this home for sleeping, either on the corner sofa, or on the big LL creature's bed, or under sis LL creature's cot with my playmates. Today for a change i am going to try sleeping under sis LL's blanket, pray for me to be alive tomorrow morning friends(hope she won't kick me out).....So yaaawwwwwnnnnnn....zzzzzzzzz........goodnight....

Say No to Violence Against Women

My Trumpery...

....That is the only sane title that came to my mind when i thought of writing a post this evening. It's a very cool November evening and I am in the mood to write somthing. Oh, it's now that i notice that i'd been absent for about a month from this blog, right? Havn't written anything for a long time but i think that is something of less importance considering the fact that there are so many outstanding blogs out there because of which nobody ever misses my niggling blog. But it really is a precious blog for me, mind you....Grrrrr....

Today, i am thinking of writing out more about what my life had been after college. This blog has sort of become a late diary to me. The things which i should have recorded back when it happened, i am doing now, what absurdity, right? Might be, it's now that i got the courage to write something so dicey where every one can read me. It's true that my punter has been knowingly or unknowingly "The Compulsive Confessor whom i think i'd already mentioned in my blog. My life is not so bold as hers and i can never see myself in such a life. But basically, i feel we have got many similarities, might be many of us girls will be having such similarities. The things she writes are real raw facts which we ourselves try to evade to accept in our everyday life. Yah, there are instances where i differ with her and her musings are utterly foolish and gushy. But still i like her writing a lot.

Well, well, am i floating away from what i came here to say? Let's come back to that. So thus ended my soft corner for S. My predegree days thus came to an end without any more memorable people or events except a few good friendships that i gained from there which i still treasure. After pre-degree i realized that studies were really important than anything else in our lives because i'd been so much drowned in my college life pleasures that i really forgot why i joined the college in the first place. Still, i was not that bad and managed to pass out with First Class marks but still i knew i could have done better if hadn't loitered away. I tried my luck with all the entrances available but sad to say my number was not so good. It was like god heard me and helped me get bad numbers because i myself never wanted my numbers to be good. But that act of mine shattered the dreams my amma and achan had woven about me and i can tell you that was the beginning of my "fall" but i was so unaware of it as a bird will be when the shooter is aiming at it...

Some say love, it is a river....Some say love, it is a razor...Some say love, it is hunger...I say....What do I say???

You are right, the title does show exactly the lyrics of Westlife's song that's on my blog here.But what is my concept of love? Is love something that flows along the way and reaches us at the right time? Is love a feeling that can hurt us badly?or is love a longing to be near someone, to hold somone close to us? I remember i'd already done a post on love earlier, months back, so i don't want to deal with the same thing again because however we try to define it, it never fits. Love just changes its face every moment. So let's leave it at that.

Nowadays, i am really daydreaming. U know why? It's just because of the book that i am reading these days and a really idyllic one that is. U might be wondering which book has caught my attention so much as to engross me in it and thus lead my mind to daydreaming. It's none other than the first among the TWILIGHT series. It's the love story between a vampire and a human. I've really really fallen in love with Edward Cullen who is the central character of the book and who is a vampire. I haven't finished the book yet but is about to and i couldn't keep myself from writing about it because it's one book that has captured my heart and soul equally.I got this one as an e-book and after reading this, i got everything in this series and will be devouring that soon. I am also planning on watching the movie based no the book which is to be released soon. Edward cullen is being enacted by Robert Pattinson who really fits the role immaculately. I remember seeing him in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire as Cedric Diggory and really loved him in that. So I hope seeing him take up Edward on screen won't disappoint me.

Sometimes when i sit by the moonlight on my veranda in front of my room upstairs there is an uncanny feeling inside me. I look at the moon and dream of finding myself in love with a vampire and it makes me poignant. I know there are no such vampires on earth that will fall in love with a human being but thank god they exist at least in the pages. Otherwise i would have been left with nothing to dream out of the ordinary (hey, i do have ordinary things to dream about in my life too, ok?don't think i've become so desperate).So lemme take leave for now. Gotta go and catch up with my vampire musings. Cyao all later....

I Should Go On And On And On...

Whenever there is nothing exciting happening in life, i think it'll be better to blog about the past events and relive them on the screen. I think i was narrating about the events from my college days. And thus me and (ahem..ahem) S landed as classmates. I was a back bencher for two years (11th and 12th), that too in the same classroom as we had all started to love that class (even when the staffroom and Paraman's room were just next to our class). Paraman alias Parameshwaran sir was a really interesting character when we first came into the college. He was our Physics professor. The first thing i remember about him is his voice which can even win over the sound of thunder ( i seriously had doubts that the wall behind our classroom got that crack just because of him). If he shouts (generally he takes class that way) we can never listen without putting our forefingers inside our ears and pretending that we were keenly listening. But apart from that, he was a very good natured person. People say that he is short tempered, so and so. But me, Gayu (she was the smartest among girls for polishing), and Sindh (my best friend) used to go to his room in the afternoons and have a chat (never touched Physics, if you are wondering what we were talking about). We used to talk about his gardening, his family, our seniors, and such stuff. We even used to give him tips on gardening (without any idea on how it will affect his plants).

So, studies apart, college was real fun. I never even knew how two years flew away and i miss that place even now. Don't laugh when i tell you this, but I really feel like crying every time i look inside the gates of my college and i miss those days really really much (even though i've done very little as a student for the place). Whether it's the place that i am missing or is it the people in there at that time i am missing, am not sure of. Maybe a bit of both. Without the students who were there when i had been there, it won't be the same. Now i feel there are things which time can never make us forget. The old saying "time heals" sometimes looks so ironic.

Let's go back to what happened to me and S in the first year of college. I was beaming with joy on getting him in my class. It's really true that until we know a person completely, we will be full of curiosity but once we find that person is just an ordinary individual just like you, all curiosity wears off. Something like that happened in my case too. He became a regular visitor at my home also because he always misses classes and will need my notes and he was a real chatterbox, so i got lot of such funny moments with him at home and college because he acted real stupid at times. But still i used to have those special feelings for him hidden inside me. I think something that is really bad about my character is that i don't tell my friends anything close to my heart, like, i never reveal my deepest desires (good/bad) to anyone, not even my best friend and i think i have paid for that already. In this case also, i never revealed anything to him. I remained a faithful friend to him always till today except that today, i dont have those feelings for him.

It was one month after our college started that a new girl, R joined us who looked stylish enough, lean with a long nose that reminded me of Pinocchio (might be i was jealous, i dont know and i dont care) but she was beautiful (i have to admit the truth, right?) and she was a real expert in classical music (as i came to know later). We even became friends later but that's another part of the story. It was less than a week after she joined, and she had become real popular in class. She had this ability that i lacked, she talked her mind so openly that anyone listening to her will become her slave. As i said, myself and Sindh were the backbencher girls. Along with us were two of her friends and in our front bench was her seat and whenever she got a chance she will jump to our bench to sit with her friends. At our back, was the actual last bench which had Allu, Hash, S, and "whoever had no seat on D-day". Thus, S became friends with everyone in my bench (so now i lost the credit of being the only person who knew him personally in our class). That made me a bit mad, but it's something i can't do anything about, so i left it at that.

Days and months went by. Myself and R even participated in many group events together (O, ya, i do sing a bit. At least i should say that for the 4 years of classical training that i had had).

It was on one such afternoon when i had nothing to do except sit idly that my world shattered in front of me. S, myself, Gayu, Sindh, and some of my other friends too were standing near the blackboard and drawing on the board for fun. Suddenly i noticed Gayu started making fun of S. I couldn't make out what it was about. Suddenly i heard she saying "if R sings, S will also be ready to sing." I asked aloud, "What?" Then everyone around started laughing without noticing me. I looked at S and he had a shy smile on his face. I blinked. When the bell rang after the recess, i asked Gayu what it was all about (actually i was in the mood of punching Gayu in the face for what she was doing). She said that S likes R period. The last thing that i wanted to hear was that.

I ran out of the class straight to my friend who was my old school tutionmate and who was also the only one who knew that i liked S. I told her so and so has happened. She consoled me a lot and even told me she would help me by conveying my plight to him but what was the use? He's already planted his heart in someone else. And i was such a generous, sacrificing being at that time, so i decided to pluck him out of my heart and put my feelings for him aside and help him achieve his happiness (i thought that was what true love was all about). I cried a lot, if i remember right, without knowing that life has gotta shed lot more tears on the way to happiness.

Here I am...

It's funny to think how things move on each day in your life, it's even more funny to realize that you are always being watched by someone around, it might be your folks at home, it might be your neighbors, it might be your colleagues, it might even be people unknown on the blog, whew!!! sounds a bit direful now that i really think about it (wont tell you why). But it's also at times a bit soothing and encouraging to know that people really appreciate you for what you are doing, even if it's the most crappiest thing. I am saying all this now because last week i found out that Vims caught me up here from my hiding and that was a bit unexpected because my name is nowhere on this blog and i'd really have loved to be anonymous. Well, so everything happens for a reason is what i believe and so this might also be holding a good reason in the days ahead. Today, i feel like i am missing something. Maybe because i am a bit cloudy in mind about what is happening in my life. I got into a small fight with sissy, dont know why she keeps on doing things that i ask her not to do again and again. I wanted to stop all that and make her behave but i think the way i chose was wrong. She interpreted it in her own language and that has lead her away from me. My mother too supports her at such times which makes me really really really raging. Well, that apart, things are going well.

I finished reading You Are Here by my favorite blogger. I ordered it through Flipkart and managed to get a copy at a discount prize (my first book to order from home). But i think i was a bit disappointed with her book because i could find the same incidents that she had described in her blog in her book also. A person who has read her complete blog will not be in for any surprise in this book. I don't know why i like her writing when normally people who read real good literature, the classic stuff can never accept her way of writing. Her use of the language is so rough-cut at times that it might make you gasp after each chapter. But overall the book was good for light reading and it did bring into light many of the maverick things happening in urban (could also call ultramodern) India.

Reading has always been with me since my childhood, starting with children's favorite balarama, a malayalam weekly because that was the cheapest one at hand in those days from my 2nd std. I had a friend Deepa at that time who was my neighbor. We used to share balaramas and read them together. It was real fun. Then we both shifted from that place and were separated but my source of new new books at that time was Deeps. So i used to take pain to travel about half an hour from my home on holidays to her home and also in the evening after school. Her house was on the way from our school (we used to be in the same school), so i always took time and went to her home once in a while in the evenings so that i don't miss any of her new books. Her house was in such a place all surrounded by plants, so the place used to charm me because even in summer, it was very cool inside her house and as her mom,dad, and bro will be out always, we used to have our time with books and chatting and playing without any break. The bread upma that we used to prepare, the maggi noodles, the raw mango with salt and chilly powder which used to give us company during our reading hours even now makes my mouth water. Last month she got married to a guy from Bihar. I never remember her being such a gumptious (you really need some guts to do this) person who would have 'taken the pain to love' a person, that too someone from North India and then go to the point of marrying him. Unfortunately, i couldn't attend the wedding (but i really wanted to). But i dont know, she might have changed. I lost touch with her after my 10th, so am not someone to give my opinion about her guts. Now, lets get back to books. After my craze for Balarama wore off, i started subscribing to Gokulam (which i happened to get from one of my classmates and absolutely loved) which i adore even now. It's an excellent children's monthly which cost just Rs. 5 at that time (but recently, i happened to get an edition and i think now it's not as good as it used to be, the pages are less and the cost is more and the articles were also not up to the mark) . I used to wait for it eagerly from my 6th std onwards. I stopped the subscription in my 9th (might be i ceased to be a kid, by then, :) did i?) Then from 9th i started to read some serious books (which i thought were serious but found out otherwise later) and they were mostly books by Enid Blyton, Malory Towers being my favorite. I also adored Famous Five. I even used to wait for the Saturday afternoon show of Famous Five on Doordarshan (that being our only cableless TV channel at that time). So that's all about my childhood reading.

Will continue my reading journey in the next post....Love you all out there....Tc till then....

Life is full of surprises...

Am listening to Ace of Base "dont' go away", a really beautiful song. I feel its lyrics are just made for me. do check out the song once, folks...

So, now, lets get back to what we were talking about, My life, right? I know am not much of an interesting person for someone else to be so much into knowing me, but as of such am not a twerp, if u start to think so. I am a rather blatant person, to tell you the truth when the right moment appears and that moment appears very rarely. So, i thus went into a period of complete freedom and landed in college straight after my 10th. At that time, there was a course called "pre-degree" (i think prepraing to take a degree, in what, i'll have to redefine, so leave it at that) which was later removed from college and put in schools as our plus one/11th and plus two/12th. So, i was one among those lucky dudes who got admission into the last pre-degree batch of our university. And my life really started from there, the first day that i got into college. That's the time i started to realize where i stand in my life. I was with girls all along but i was not the kind of person who was afraid to get near a boy, no, nothing like that. I was pretty cool with guys as if they are the same as girls and nothing is special about them that i need to be conscious about.

Before going on to that, i'd like to add that i had a crush for someone who was in my tutions when i was in my 9th std, that went on till my 10th and i really cried a lot on the final day that i thought i am seeing him (which was not the case to be). No, no, i didnt cry in front of him. He was really unaware of my being fond of him, so he is not to blame for my goosy tears. But truly, i thought i loved him, loved him so much that it made my heart break at the thought that i wont be seeing him again (as i happened to hear from another friend's father that he was going to join in another school in 11th). But now when i think about it, there was nothing much to cry about because his house was just 15 min walk from mine, but it was a rather long distance for my heart to travel through to reach him whereas in the tutions, i was able to see him in one single room. So that was a bit of my first crush/love/infatuation or whatever you want to call was.

Now, let's get back to my first day of college. By that time, i had forgotten all about my crush hero and had made my heart realize that there are more important things to do than brood over a lost love. So i was all excited about the first day at college because after 3 years of abstinence from the sight of guys-my-age i was getting to have this opportunity for 2 whole years, so that was something to be thrilled about at that time.

All the four batch students, 2 science with maths, 1 science with biology, and 1 commerce batch were the batches into which we were to go. As per the admission criteria, i was to go to the second, S with B. So i was waiting for my name to be called to join the line when suddenly i heard someone else' name called, that too a name that was so endearing to my ears, "MY CRUSH BUDDY". Oh, i cant explain the happiness that i felt at that particular moment. It was like god had granted me the greatest wish of my life. I strained my neck to get a glimpse of him but could not. Two months had gone by me without seeing him, so i was very anxious to make him know that am back with you once again (even he didnt know the relevance of that)....

Will be continued.....

A jump down the memory lane....

I know it's not an odd title for a new post, coz this could hav happened earlier. I started this blog with the intention of making myself come out of me, u might be knowing how much an introvert wants to break the shell and come out if you are one. This blog was made for that but it never has served its purpose till to-date. So, here is how things lie. To tell you the truth, i was in a kind of funk till an year back. That's half of 2006 and quarter part of 2007 till someone came into my life who made my life i may say "semi-beautiful".

There are times in everyone's life when one wants to enjoy it to the last drop because we are afraid that it'll be lost before we get the maximum out of it. Yeah, that's what happened with me in 2006. It's sad that i didn't have a blog at that time and that's not because i never knew about a blog but it's because i had no pc at that time that i could have an access 24 hours like how i've now. But i am still a bit reluctant to reveal my life's happenings to the root on this blog but i hope i'll eventually get my bluff manner back before long.

As of my childhood, it passed without much trouble from my side to my parents. I was a convent product as people call convent-studying-girls. Yeah, as you have guessed it right, i had boys with me only till my 7th std. After that, it was a long 3-year 'nun-dom', if you may call it so! I passed out my 10th and flew out into real FREEDOM!!!

I am running out of time now, so will continue the rest later, guyzzzz....

Sway Your Body To The Rhythm...

The Great Olympics has come to an end and now it's time to wait longingly till the London Olymics in 2012. It was really a great show where people from all the corners of the world participated and India can be proud to have bagged 3 individual medals in this Beijing Olympics. Whenever Olympics happens, the event i look forward to is the Gymnastics. I will even say that that's the most beautiful event in sports. The twisting, jumping, and swaying can only be found with Gymnastics. This time also i didnt' miss to watch the gymnastic events. This time i really loved watching rhythmic group all around event in which Russia bagged the gold, China silver and Belarus with bronze. I came to know from the media that Belarus were the people who had bagged the top points in the qualifying rounds but luck was with the Russians in the finals.

The thing i wonder when i see a gymnastic event is that how do the girls do it with this much perfection in each step and in each formation. They use their props so effectively and their timing is so perfect that it even excels the circus lads who practices a lifetime in the ring. I was astonished about the music the Israel team performed in this Olympics in the rhythmic group round. You know what ? They performed to the rhythm of Dhoom thana from Om Shanti Om. That was a real surprise for me, other countries using an indian movie song for such a big event like the Olympics, Shahrukh, u really rock!!!!

Every event carries with it the joys and sorrows. This time, Russian girls really deserved the gold but i think Belarus deserved the silver than China. I don't know why it happened the other way. Might be the judges were wearing microlenses and who am i to judge those folks, lol....So i just want to say, win or lose, what each team performed was really magnificently extraordinary and thus every member of all the teams really deserve a standing ovation for the effort and dedication they had put into their event.

Oh Julie, How Fortunate You are.....

Everyone will be wondering whatever has happened to me to be writing about such an old movie, that too back from 1975, but at least am a bit peaceful at heart because it's about the super-duper hit of those times, ya, i am talking about none other than the then-too-cute Laxmi starrer, JULIE. Actually, this movie had been aired many times on TV, but i never really bothered about watching a love story, that too something that carries the same cute girl falls in love with the cute guy+parents raising hell+she getting pregnant+he leaving the scene kind of movie. To tell the truth, that's what i'd thought about this movie previously but not now. It's kind of a charming movie showing the agonies faced by an 18-year-old in those times and rarely even now. Julie is the central character and Laxmi has done real justice to the character. She portrays the fantasies of an adolescent.

What i really loved about the movie was something that was very unlikely to happen in orthodox families like that of the Bhatacharya's. They accept the girl to their family in the end even though the girl has already suffered a lifetime's miseries by having to leave her baby in someone else's care in a far off place. But it was a very charming ending by showing the reunion of everyone.

The character that i liked the most in the movie was not Julie but that of her mother Margaret. She has portrayed the image of a real Anglo-Indian woman who fancies that her motherland is England and not this bloody India in her view. She carries an air of grandeur around her even when her husband walks with her as a drunkard. Her only dream is to go and live in England, her dream land. She loves her daughter so much but the mental torture she had to go through when she left her pregnant daughter at her aunt's place for a long 9 months and the time when she had to close her eyes to her daughter's pain on losing the child is all so beautifully portrayed. We only look at the angry side of her character which makes us dislike her but if we look deeply we can see a very compassionate mother. Nadira really reminded me of my mother who loves us so much but never shows that. Nadira is Jewish in origin. She had won Filmfare's Best Supporting Actress for the character that she played in Julie. Something that i learned after doing a bit of research on her is that she was the first Indian actors to have owned a Rolls-Royce (Oooh!Wow!that's pretty cool!).

I think the movie is pretty good but that would be an understatement because my forefathers have already given the movie such an appraisal that what i say doesn't count any more, right? So Hip Hip Hurray to the director Mr. Sethumadhavan for whom i dedicate this article (was this last appraisal a bit cheesy? Hey, am serious people) !!!

Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna... {Never Say Goodbye...}

Do you remember Andrew Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress'?? I know that's not the proper reference to be made at this time, but that comes into my mind when i think of the way things are going. Last month, i got a call from L. She has been my childhood friend. She has been with me from class 1 to 10. We did separate from 10th after a big fight which i still really don't know for what. But we never had any contacts after that but i used to get every news about her from her new friends who happened to be my friends too. Thus one year before, actually speaking about 7 years later, we talked on the phone again and renewed our friendship and now again we are the secretholders of each other as we were before in school. So coming back to the call that she made, she was in a fix with a guy and he ditched her. And the ditching has made her really shattered. I dont know why such an unfortunate thing happened to her. For a day i couldn't really sleep thinking about what happened to her. Maladies do happen in life but this was the failure of true strong love that she showed for that guy. It was actually tragic. I dont know whether she will ever be able to love someone again with that same strong sense the next time, especially when her folks want her to get married at the earliest. That made me think of the poem To His Coy Mistress. Will she have to live on untouched? I dont want her to go on in this misery. I want to see her in a beautiful relationship again. I am not sure if as all says time will heal things. But i know to an extent, time does heal things and helps us bury things at the bottom of our heart where we will have to dig up to get to those wounded memories but the saddest thing is that such memories never get faded which is a real curse. Why are guys like that? Why have they got no consideration for someone who loves them truly? But i won't blame all guys because i do have come across guys who are ready to go to any end to be with their girl forever, who can never even think about the word "DITCH".

KABHI ALVIDA NA KEHNA

I myself am wondering why i am writing about this video, that too a song from a flop movie. But this one song in the movie is something which i want to hold close to my heart still. It has some elements which really make me yearn to listen to it more and more. There are certain events in everyone's life, i believe, which really have made them emotional, cry their heart out, and there would have been some person in one's life whom one never wanted to leave one's life but unfortunately had to take leave of. This song goes for all such people who loved and lost. What i believe is that loving and losing that person from life is not a misfortune but it is something that makes us look life through a more wider perspective. That makes us realize how vulnerable we were and how much more stronger we should be with the game of heart. It's true that i am person who never learns from past mistakes but i do learn how to collect myself from past miseries. By now i have learnt how to make things work out, how to be happy with what blessings you have and how not to look at the closed door, which is sure never to open again, forever. People do need to move on and live their life as it is destined. Sticking to memories is one thing that really sucks. Ya, am writing this from real life experience. Memories, either sweet or sour, should stick to us for a certain period of time. If we float away with those forever, we might end up in the grave with nothing to be proud of.

Truly speaking, i still believe in love and still believe in successful relations because that's the one feeling that holds all people with one string in this whole world. So happy going guys and gals!!!

Happiness is a Boon....

Today, dont know why, but am having a very elated mood and is feeling on top of the mountain, maybe because my love life is going pretty smooth and for the time being there are no worries that i can find ahead. Yesterday, it was shopping day and myself, amma, and achan went for shopping at the mall. The most purchased were the goodies that i bought because i cant think of going for a shopping and not buying anything to eat. LOL. U have guessed that right, i really am a foodie. My ardent desire for a long time have been to learn to cook delicious yummy items that can take away anyone's heart. But unfortunately, i haven't been able to reach that goal yet, but one day i am sure, i will. Claire Boose was a person whose blog really made me aspire to become a good cook. It is such a great thing to be able to make the need of appetite fulfilled. Talking about cooking, my favorite dish has always been the traditional Chicken biriyani. One of my Muslim friends, Rani had invited all us friends to her home and have a feast on Id. That was a real pleasant experience because her family had made us feel at home there. Rani, i miss u a lot but i am sure you are not reading this, because you will be happily settled with your hubby at the coolest place in TN, am i right

Once again...

These days am in a kind of trance, dont know whether i am in the real world or a world of illusions. The one conclusion that i have come to on my blog is that i can never write anything true in this unless i remov my url from my social networking site, if u know me, u'll b knowing which site it is, right?? for others, it's orkut..it hs been almost half a month now that i have opened my account in orkut, u know y? the key to it is with someone else, i ws forced to consent to AM's pleadings and had to giv it away. I still dont know whether it was for good or for d worst, anyway, i'll be coming back there by the middle of aug, i hope but that too for a brief period of time...i know u all will be missing me a lot, LOL (I also know it wil b d other way round)....whatever, let me come back to the trance in which i am in. these days am spending too mch time dreaming of my future (i really dont know how and when will that rather surreal matter clear up). i have my belief going really strong that i will soon be united with AM but still unsure how long that will take coz there are so much things to be settled befor that...if i take it in a light way, it's such a simple thing....but there do come into play a lot of factors when taken seriously which just dont seem to be ready to resolve....anyway, lets hope everything ends well....

It has been raining heavily at my place since yesterday..i just had a big run to the post office to post some snaps for AM...he wants it so badly i dont know y. Whatever, i dont want to refuse granding his wish, so i went but unfortunately, they wont accept speed posts after 3, and its already 3:45 in my watch now, better luck tomorrow. now i'll have to manage with some lie about getting stuck in the rain, lol...

Yesterday, i got to hear something really terrible from my long lost friend...he had ceased to be my friend long back, actually our frndship had lasted only for a month, to be exact and then things changed for him and me and his feelings for me changed frm frndship to somethin else...and u know d end note, d friendship broke...but yesterday, S conveyed a terrible thing to me which i feel even mor afraid to reveal here lest it catches his eyes. d true thing to reveal is that he has been engaged in some immoral acts, i dont know for wat reason he had to do that, whether it was d thirst in his mind or whether it was his failure to control his senses, or whether it was something that he wanted so badly..whatever it was, i just know one thing, IT WAS NOT THE RIGHT THING...in whatever modern aspect i try to look at it, i cant find anything reasonable about it, it was a very cheesy act...this should not have happened. i really feel like punching him for this act. Its not becoz am feeling upset or things, i really am not even a bit sad that this happened. But am feeling pity that a good person z leading himself to self destruction knowing fully well that it could wipeout his goals in a second if he is not really careful with his life...i cant explain this to S coz he knows things better than me. So i left it for himself to decide bcoz i dont think am a right person to judge on him in this matter but still am feeling bad that he had to stoop to this level.

Wandering Thoughts....

I sat a long time looking at this page thinking of what to write about. My mind z all full of confused thoughts which am trying hard to put into order and listening to Amy Winehouse made it even harder for me. LOL!! I really liked her Grammy winning song. That was d first one that i heard of her. i listened to it first from somone els' profile on myspace. You might say am peeking into everyone's but to tell u the truth i love doing that, from browsing on and on and finding differnt ppl on the other side of the world is something that interests me a lot, so i do that everytime i get some time in between work and it's such one time that i landed upon a guy's profile with this song, and i luvd it. Later i came to know that this year's grammy was given to that particular song. Wow!!! Now, i remember, talking about peeping, why r they putting up their profile if ppl dont peek inside, huh? so i think thr's no probs in that, after all their effort in making thos profiles shudn't go unnoticed, right? Moreover, i dont get much time to watch songs these days, so my music knowledge is not uptodate. but am happy everyone around me are uptodate nd r providing me with what i want even if i dont get time to sit in front of d idiot box....do keep updating me friends!

Today was a usual sit-on-my-seat-with-fingers-glued-to-d-keyboard day for me. ya, truly, am talking bout my busy work. God knows when i'll get off all these transcription but on thinking deeply it's not that bad too. D guy who sits near me z such a fast runner (on keyboard)and that makes my efforts look a bit dull nd i try harder nd harder to reach him but whatever it b, i never happen to cross greater than my target+300 lines and he always ends up with a greater than 1000. If you are familiar with wat MT job is all about, you might be knowing what am talking bout. For others, i'll throw light, am talking bout d no. of lines i need to transcribe a day, those r d target lines.watever, lets not talk about work here also. move on ams, move on.

Days are moving on a bit faster these days for me. i barely find time to sit idly, don't know, but everywhr i turn, work waits me. morn to eve, office holds me so tight, eve at home, Mad never leaves me at all on d fone (ya,my fone z really ringing a lot these days), then comes amma, she z a differnt being, she never lets me shut my mouth, then d Lady dragon (named by Mad)z there to nudge you each second with somethin or d other, i'll introduce all these characters to you very soon, so dont sit nd scratch ur head for now. Sometimes i really feel life is all about "being a little sweet and a little sour"...I will return soon!

As Time Flies Away.....

Life is such a mystery at times. It makes us think a lot, stops and makes us want to do a retrospection on what we've been doing all along. Am now 25 (i don't think it's wrong to reveal that), going on 26 and my life has taken such a different route than what anyone had ever expected it to take.I know am being a bit mysterious regarding this but for the time being you'll have to adjust with that mysteriousness because i promise you all to reveal what is actually happening with me one day.There have been many instances in my life that i cherish.I had a feeling that wherever i've been, whatever i'd been doing, i always held an important position there.Ya, it might not be so important to someone outside my frame of thoughts, but of course i've been important.

In school, i was not an anonymous person and i also was not an outstanding performer, ya, of course, you can call me an average student with an extraordinary vision. Now, you might be wondering what was the vision i had. Unlike others, i had an inner vision, like i used to know how my life is going to turn and what will become of me. It was like i could predict my own future (now, dont say that i've got an astrologer's brain, no i haven't). It was in a different way that i used to feel 'things' would go the way that i was thinking.But the unfortunate thing in all this was that even if i knew a bad thing is going to occur to me, i had no strength to stop it or turn it away from me. I had to relent to the situation. I always thought why it was like that, why i never got the strength to resist something that can destroy me. Till this day, i don't know why am not able to do that. Might be i am born like this, born as VULNERABLE!!!

Now, leave all those fancy thoughts. Let me come to the point as to why i started blogging and how i came upon writing things in front of the public. I think everyone should be a public person, made just as if they are made to be criticized. That turns each person into what they are in the real sense, what their aim is, and how their life should be. When we talk to people around, we find so many similarities around us, we feel we are glaring into our own mirror image. It's just a wonderful feeling to see that we are not the kind that you can find only in 'books'. When we bring out a piece of our mind in front of someone whom we want to listen to us, it's like making that person our soul keeper (ya, i mean it, even if tht's not the darkest secret of your life). It could be anything, even things including how you did your makeup for the party or how you cooked the Thai Biriyani in an easy way. I was in search of such a person and it was then that i found this cool blog.This blog might be considered as a taboo by conservatives but let me tell you, that blog has been a real inspiration for me. The ease with which she writes, the boldness in her words, everything attracted me to this particular blog. Hope someday i can develop my blog that way and i too will have a fangroup following!!! Dreams, you might say,LOL!!!

Time to fix things...

Haai...i think from now on blogging should b added in my schedule but don't know whethr i'll b able to do tht 100% to my satisfaction. Ya, its really good to write watever comes to my mind at the moment....talking and writing are two different ways of expressing things....i think talking requires much skill than writing out things...while writing we can think over, make corrections and so on but if we are talking things it shud come spontaneously nd for me tht's d most difficult thing on earth...i think it's coz of tht tht i admire good speakers (am not talking about the blah-blah types)....For me writing is enjoyable than talking with ppl....

Watever it z, today, nothing much happened around xpt d normal duties at offic, dt too got over by afternoon....yesterday, it ws my cousin's engagment...so ws in d middle of activities nd today there's nothing to do expt sit and dream, LOL (till amma calls me into d kitchen)...Ya, gota unpack my clothes from d bag, pretty boring job but hv to do tht...hope to write in d next entry soon...hv got lots of things to share wit u over here.....so will definitely come bak soon....

Music.....

Today, i thought of jotting down somethin after a long long time....things hv settled down quietly for now but dont know when they will erupt again, hey, dont get confused, am talking about d unfortunate things tht hv been happening in my life for more thn a year now....now, leave off all tht....today, i thought of writing somethin bout how music affects me.....am writing this listening to Marc Antony, one of my favorites.....u sang to me.....whew!!!!! its soothing to my ears and i feel lik am nibbling on a chocolate piece...now, now, my imagination z a little bit off the line, excuse me for tht.....there are many things in a piece of song that affect me....wen i feel really disturbed i lik to hear rock, ya, just d opposite of wat ppl usually do wen they feel upset....as far as i know, ppl try melodious things to soothe their disturbness nd blv me, i too did tht at first but then i found out tht it only adds to my misery rather than cheering me up.....then i tried rock music, it not only makes u forget things (just d same effects tht booze cn do to u) oops!!!! (now dont think i'v tried tht though i'd very much lik to if it hd a pleasant taste nd i know it doesnt hv from my dad's face, obviously while drinking!!!! SHHHHH.....)so, where ws i?? ya, rock!!!! you bet me, do try somethin lik beatles' fast numbers, michael johnson, ricky martin, avril lavigne, bon jovi, strings, so nd so.....music takes me to a world unknown, a world full of new unfolded mysteries, its like being in a dreamland, u close ur eyes, tap your feet, lie with ur pillow in a hug, this z d most beautiful thing u can do on a rainy day...i luv ths coz it shuts me off from the rest of the world and in turn the rest of my unpleasant thoughts....so this rainy season, i recommend music as d remedy for all ur boredom, ur gloominess, and its all tht's needed to make u a different person in an hour....