Thinkings of the Bloggings!

That was a good question, Bumboo. If I can go on and on about *something* else, of course it does mean I have time to update my blog. Why ain't I writing on it then? But, what do I write about? That was the million dollar question. Because, like you know, if I write about *something* here in my blog, people are going to laugh, right? But okay...now that I've decided I am going to write, let me write something. (you can choose not to read it anyway!)

First, let me show you something:



The new Reynolds Ad...done by Maitri (which is where I work for). And aah...you don't have to tell me its a great ad, good job (or yuck! it sucks!)...cuz I had nothing to do with it :P

But hey! all of us will definitely appreciate good ads, won't we? Like this one, i mean...





Until I figure out what to write about...

Yours Truly,
Me

ஆந்திர முதல்வரை காணோம்!

YSR Reddy is missing. Tribals and Jawans, ISRO, US Defence satellites...whoah! Everybody is looking for him(and the people who went missing with him!). So, while this topic is hot, I'd like to put down two of my theories as to what might've happened to him.

1. ACF Ramana (Remember that Vijayakanth movie?) அவரை கடத்திட்டு போயிட்டாரு!!

2. ET!! Extra-terrestrials were about to land in Nallamala forest but the chopper was proving to be an hindrance so they took YSR and the others for a case study!!

PS: When I said these theories to someone, they said I sounded like an intellectual, creative psychopath. What do you have to say now?

100 and counting

My 100th post went past without me even noticing it...Whoah. நாங்க பிசி ஆயிட்டோம் ல!

Anyway, at this juncture, I'd like to thank

• Nithi
• Sandy
• Bumboo
• Blaby
• Alvia (?!)
• Dinesh Anna/Thambi
  

for being regular readers!

Raj Anna for all the lowes which made me write the first ever post of this blog and for visiting this dumb blog amidst his busy schedule.

Lowe you all!

Also thanks to everyone who make news and become subjects in my post! and thanks to everyone who drops in to my midnight memories for a visit!

Necessary Losses and Losing what is necessary

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.”



How true. During the course of our life, so many things die inside us. And from the grave, weeds sprout up and they rule our life entangling us in their meaningless tangles. But that tangle keeps us protected in a way. So people tend to cling to those tangles, unknowingly blocking the first rays of sun that will probably warm the soul and rejuvenate those dead things.


PS: A post after sooo long and see what I write!

Little pleasures of life

Yooooohoooooo! Eet ees raining here!! Feels sooo good!

Only today, I was telling Bumboo how dumboo my life is, as of now. Stuck at home doing nothing, and not even feeling like doing anything, is definitely a curse after a week. Trust me. When I was just wondering why I'm being a lazy bum...after three years of madness in MOP, I shouldn't be, I can't be this vetti...Lo! the rain god pours!! If it can rain this hard in May, in Chennai, then anything can happen, right?

I went out, got some rain drops on my hands, waved at everybody else who peeped out to watch the rain, and screamed! I wrote a letter to Jori (the last letter I wrote was over 6 months ago, at the least!), added a picture postcard, a few FBs and wrote the address on it. Letter writing is such a beautiful process, and it gives you something to look forward to. I knew I was missing it, but only when I wrote a letter today, I realized how much I missed it. Now, my room is all messy with papers and postcards and what not strewn on the floor, the weather is awesome, I've added one more post to my at-the-verge-of-extinction blog, and I'm now going to have chilled Mango Milk shake...! What else can I say but 'Jingalala Hoo Hoo!!!!' (Copyright: Supraja Sankaran, Kilpauk, Chennai-10)

Work, Life and Vettiness

Perambur bridge is coming up... apart from being a good poll tactic in our constituency, the bridge also has made a lot of changes in the locality, most annoying change being the shift of the bus stand. So, my 2 min walk from my house to the bus stand is now almost a 15 min walk. Once when I was getting back home from a really crowded 29 C (no surprises there!) and through the dark subway, and waiting to cross the really busy road, this person comes up to me. Looks at the phone in my hand and says, "Cell phone ku Tamil la enna theriyuma ma?" Me being the proud tamil-speaking-tamilian, said "ulaa pesi". He just gave me a I-knew-these-people-don't-know-anything kind of expression. I went, "sel pesi? sellida pesi?" etc etc. He said, "Illa ma. Vera peru iruku. Yosichu naalaiku sollu. Naan ingaye dhaan irupen". The next day, I couldn't find him there. He was a traffic cop. I still don't know what the "Vera peru" is.

Preparation for Jhankar is a really tedious process. It is worse than the performance itself, if you know what I mean. Especially the travel. When you have to wake up early in the morning, catch a crowded bus to the "spitting zone"(Copyrights: Deepti "Bumboo" Menon. All rights reserved), you are already starting to wish you knew WHY exactly you are doing it. But, as such, when you are thoroughly jobless, looking back at the (already) good ol' college days, you probably think they are worth it. One fine day, when we were getting back, and I was pretty enthusiastic about the whole "Jhankar thing", I started doing all these weird mimicrys of film actors and discussing plots for "mock awards". This person behind us started enquiring what college we were from, and giving us ideas(Bumboo was giving this what-is-going-on look). He also said, "Naan kooda college padikum podhu kavidhai ellam ezhuduven ma. Eppavum edhavadhu competition poitu dhaan irupen. Indha velaiku vandhapram onnuthukum nerame illa. Janangolada oriyaadhathaan time iruku". He was a...yeah, you guessed right... bus conductor.

Our street had a garbage collector called Solomon who used to sing everyday when he collected garbage. He was such a happy man, it made you feel real good to see someone singing and smiling at everyone, in the morning.

Some people like their work. Some people don't. Some change...some lose their identity...some discover themselves.

(Mind voice: Indha peelosapy ellam vela kedachuduku apparam! Ippa poi IPL paaru :P)

I believe...

The other day, when I was waiting for the bus in KMC (yea...as usual, I had been to the blabber's residence), there was this weirdo who came up to me(of all people) and said, "Believe in Christ" and handed me one of those pamphlets. All I could do in return was -roll eyes, nod head- Instead, if I had been given a chance, I would've said,

I believe...


in the star that twinkles at me every time I feel low and lonely

in the mouth that swears badly at people who make life miserable for me

in the shoulders that I lean on, and the laps that I cry on

in the tears

in TRUST

in HOPE

in DREAMS

in miracles ( the man-made kind )

in the unknown, unidentified angels that come and go in our life everyday

in the smile that would brighten anyone

in the thump on the back, and the words of love

in the grit and the guts that keeps me going

in myself

Yes, I believe I can fly (like the song :P someone told me it is Dravid's favorite song...such a shame)

Necessary losses

Before you read this post, you should google 'Necessary losses' by Judith Viorst. The post might make more sense then. Mr. Raj Mohan from Sri Lanka initiated this topic by the way. Bloody...I miss that Kulla Vijayakanth!


At every phase of your life, at every stage of life, there is someone around whom your life is centered. When you are 8 years old, it might be your friend who lent you their favorite crayon, when you are 13 years old, it might the person who always walked to school and back with you, even if you got late, when you are 16 years old, it might be your first special crush... it just goes on. But, that someone changes every so often. Someone around who your life revolved might just be nowhere one fine day(or do I say, one fateful, bad day?) Some just fall apart, some relationships just wither away, some hold no meaning anymore, some leave you for reasons unknown. When you incur such losses, you realise that you are your only friend. That's when you realise you have to back yourself, and pat yourself, come what may. That is when you should begin to believe that every loss is an opportunity for growth and change. That is when you have to appreciate yourself. That is when you have to believe in yourself.

Losses may come, losses may go, but I go on, till that extra mile before my sleep.

Home Alone

Being alone at home when parents are outta town isn't something new for me. What was new this time was Blabber being around. Generally, when parents are not in town, Bhuvana and/or Jaya come to sleep over, and I eat in Rajeswari Street Restaurants(read Bhuvana's house, Jaya's house or Raji mami's house). The sleep overs used to be SOOO much fun. We used to be up till the wee hours of the morning, discussing Anniyan punishments, lesbos in college, school time crushes...shit, we've been friends for way too long, so we are never short of topics. But given the recent turn of events, Bhuvana getting royally kicked(I own the complete responsibility) and Jaya...well, let's not talk about her now. Yeah...like I was saying, with the recent turn of events, they weren't able to make it, but even before that, Blabber had packed her bags, I was thinking Blabber would be an addition to the trio, but we ended up as the doubles :P

Day 1

1. Parents leave at 5 AM
2. Vedha wakes up pretty late, as usual, and realisation dawns.
3. Vedha makes உருளை கிழங்கு கறி with good உப்பு காரம், but half-boiled.
4. Vedha survives the afternoon with 1-day old rasam, half boiled potatoes and thayir.
5. Vedha and Blabber get Bhuvana's gift.
6. Blabber comes home at 8:30. She gets dropped by her dad, which is like wow!
7. We eat the left over curd rice with borrowed pickle from Bhuvana's place
8. Vedha gets hungry in the middle of the night. Blackie calls and Vedha says that. Blackie knocks at the door at 11:30 PM with a loaf of bread, chocolates, biscuits, VAAZA PAZHAM and SAMOSA. (We use it for 3 days...now that's another story)

Day 2

1. Vedha keeps an alarm at 5 and 6:30. 5 for Maargazhi velaku yethifying and 6:30 for paal vaangifying
2. Vedha didn't get paal
3. Blabber and Vedha eat bread toast.
4. Vedha goes off to get two size 28 jeans and OC saapadu
5. Blabber is very low cuz of Shiv's call
6. Blabber and Vedha sleep sleep sleep and then eat Blabber's super toast.
7. Blabber helps keep rice
8. Vedha and Blabber eat curd rice with inside aalo of samosa for thottufication

Day 3

1. Vedha is obsessed in not wishing someone
2. Vedha and Blabber go to college (Vedha wears her new purple tee) after eating Blabber's super toast.
3. Vedha spends vetti time in college and comes back. Eats rasam(borrowed from Bhuvana's house. Her dad's cooking!) and appalam(Jaya's house) with curd rice and pickle(Jaya's house) for lunch.
4. Vedha and Blabber are saved by Bhuvana and her dad's generousity and by Domino's opening an outlet (oh no! it is a 'SHOWROOM' according to the waiter) in Perambur.

End of story. Mum and dad came in the night. Vedha, Blabber and the other two are waiting for another home alone. :):)



PS: BAD BUMBOO DIDN'T COME!

Pronounciations

Ok.. it is pronounced Massachooses... it is spelled Massachusetts. Vaazhga Thamizh! At least, I don't get weird pronunciation mistakes and weird looks when I speak Tamil :P

'Observation Report' Duh.

Life is not fair. When I REALLY BADLY wanted to get Mass Media as my IDE(ok.. for the non-MOPiians, Inter Disciplnary Elective), all I get is Basics of Journalism. People who had given mass media as their 3rd or 4th option got it, and not me, AND it was my 1st f**king option! A lot of people consoled(?) me saying I shouldn't have given it as my first option, Duh- late realisation. Anyways, coming to the point, my journalism teacher(who is called 'RathiChitra' by the way) wanted us to write an observation report. Yeah, OBSERVATION REPORT. We'll have to observe some public place and write what we observe. I know I can write a story, but this is definitely better than 4/14(0/3 log 0/3) - 3/3log3/3 -4/14(2/2log2/2)- 0/2log0/2 bull shit calculation I had to do for Data Mining, so I thought I'll give it a sincere try.

Ok... credits : Thanks to Srashta for his *enlightening inputs* and no-thanks to Sandhya for her..whatever (there was a blond foreigner chick in spaghetti, I was sitting with two people on a semi-date(?!?!), an intelligent lady with pink top sitting with two dumbos, two aunties with fat but empty wallets(now how did she figure that out?!?!) ).

Out in the open

If there is a place where you can see adults making out, children playing cricket and 'maami's making fashion statements, it has to be the this. On a lovely sunday evening, perfect for catching up with old friends, and making new ones, I happened to go to the cloistered Thiruvanmiyur beach, just to do that. But only after I went there I realised that a visit to the beach gave way to all this and even more.

There were dogs all around, black and white ones, brown ones, ferocious ones, not-so ferocious ones- dogs of all kinds. Then, there were beggars of all kinds. People who demanded, begged, pestered and forced us to give money. A visit to the beach is never complete without seeing couples hidden in corners trying to look for some privacy in an absolutely public place. People in oblivion to everything that is happening around them, even if someone stares right at them(like what my friend did).

If I flunk my exams really badly and don't find a job, I want to be an ice-cream seller in the beach. Selling ice-creams at double the cost and actually having people to buy them is something that you can't find everywhere. The beach is a good place not only to sell your products, but to market your products too. There were lots of commandos in black shirts('flavours of India' with a pizza corner logo) distributing pizza=discount pamphelts to everyone in the beach(including the secluded couples). They didn't forget to place pamphlets in the car wipers too.

There is a saying which goes like this- "Sometimes I wish I remained a kid, because broken hearts hurt more than broken knees". When I saw two boys(twins!) playing with a little tennis ball(aka பந்து), despite the heaps of sand, having the time of their lives, this quote was the first thing that came to mind. If I ever wore floaters to college with a salwar/saree, it would be a great fashion faux pas. But people walking in the beach are exceptions. You can see maamis with salwar and sneakers, with a headphone swaying to some unheard music and people in cars doing whatever.

If you are wondering, "Are there any people who go into the waters?!", don't even get me started on that. Men showing their 'family' packs with just a boxer on, is NOT something that we girls would like to see. So, all you Michael Phelps reincarnates out there, it's time you gave up. There are quite a few expats who have fun at the beach though. I happened to see a family having relaxed fun there. Now that's something we like to see!

I could've sat there the whole day just looking at the waves and people-watching. But when I told my friend she was really lucky to be living close to the beach, she just said, "I come in here maybe once in 6 months". Also, living in Perambur keeps me 'insulated from Tsunamis'. The grass is greener on the other side.

La la la la la

Talk about best laid plans!

Everything just goes புஸ்ஸ்.....and it gets REALLY annoying.

Talk about being lonely!

How can someone be lonely when there around 50 people around you? Oh well...“You cannot be lonely if you like the person you're alone with.” -Wayne Dyer. Is that the case here? SO NOT.

Inactivity

1. Supri's system is down

2. Deepti is sick.

3. Alvia hasn't got access to computers

இவங்கள விட்டுட்டு நான் மட்டும் எப்படி எழுதறது?

That's why, I haven't written any posts in my blog for a while. :P எப்படி எல்லாம் சமாளிக்க வேண்டி இருக்கு?!?!

Anyways, here is all my news(?!).

I got my 5th semester results. They are blah as usual. I'm so glad I just have 4 months of college left! One hell-hole that place is!

I love Sandhya, for lending me ALL, i mean ALL! her books for this semester. தெய்வதிண்ட தெய்வம்!


Paanjaali is dead. I am not strong enough to write another obituary in such a small interval. Let's just say RIP. He's buried in Bhuvana's pavement.

Current 'kadupu' list: Mr. Raj Mohan, Mr. Dinesh Kumar, many Journalism girls
Current 'gaandu' list: Ms. HOD, Ms. Deepika, the soft skills trainer
Current 'miss' list: Alvi, Ayush, Raj

We are going to Vaaranam Aayiram on Sunday!!!! Can't wait!!!

COLLEGE IS WORKING THIS SATURDAY ALSO. Life is just not fair. period.

Another day of the year

Today is Deepavali, festival of lights, synonymous with crackers, sweets, get togethers and much more. But for a few people, this day is just another day of the year, maybe even one of the hectic work days of the year! The பால்காரன், who distributes milk packets early in the morning, the newspaper boys (When Bhuvana's dad gave him some diwali bonus, his face shone soo brightly!), the Neel Metal Fanalca people, fire-men who keep a watchful eye for diwali accidents and of course, people who simply couldn't afford festivities... for these people, life just goes on, Diwali or No Diwali. So if you are one of the lucky few who got a holiday, stayed at home watching TV, burst crackers, ate பக்ஷணம், and enjoyed a happy day... WOW! you are probably luckier than thousands of people who didn't, couldn't enjoy this day as you did!

I was one of the luckier few. But it is just that this year, we gave a big no-no to celebration. But yes, Diwali is Diwali and the spirit is infectious. I ate the fat jamuns, ribbon pakkoda and thenga burfi Amma made, along with the Ladoos, Burfis and kara-muras from the neighborhood (advantage Rajeswari Street!) and just watched all the kids having fun with the *tapas*. I also did my usual Diwali routine of going to the terrace in the night and watched the 8-directioned colorful fireworks display. Happys Endings.

Rainy exams!

I love it when it rains during exams! And especially, when they still conduct the exam despite the rain. One, you don't have to go through the whole agonizing process of studying the whole thing again. Two, the travelling is an adventure. Swimming through the muddiest waters, and writing the exam with the most uncomfortable, wet-at-the-back clothes(cuz the bus seat was wet!) that makes you go yuuuuck, wearing your oldest old slippers and waiting with an umbrella for the bus to come... duh. I ain't no super woman, but I do have my own adventure stories to tell :)

29 C A/C Volvo Bus

I absolutely love travelling to and from college in the bus (ONLY when the bus is not crowded/ I get a seat!) and today, me being the whimsical person I am, decided to travel by the brand-new A/C Volvo 29 C!
Maybe I wanted to treat myself for writing the Software Engineering eggjam well (considering the way I studied yesterday :) or maybe I just had too much money, I wanted to spend Rs. 23 for no reason... :p Anyway, I just wanted to tell you...experience this fun ride, if one of these buses ply in your route. (Find details here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_MTC_bus_routes) In old movies, anybody who comes from the village to the Chennai பட்டணம் will always look up to the LIC (Bang! Scene shifts from village to Chennai!). Now, people are looking up to this bus, like its some exhibit. When the bus waits in the bus stop, you can see a lot of people hesitating...and then climbing in with a resolute look. And, they all do feel good when they come in :) The bus plays music, the conductor and driver have safaris as their uniform (or are they safaris? it looks more like a சேட்டு கல்யாண band வாத்திய uniform for me!) I think everyone should have a ride in this latest Chennai phenomenon... alone.

THE Tour

I don't know how school/college long tours are like. Because I've never been to one.

The one and ONLY bad thing about being in Montford is the tour factor. The last ever tour I went through school was, when I was in Grade 4 to a theme park called 'Little Folks' (I don't think it even exists anymore!). I obviously don't remember much of it. And yeah, that's the end of story.

In 1st year of college, we went to 'Queensland'. The prep for the tour is more memorable for me. How my parents couldn't let me go, and how the whole class(led by the ever-sweet Chitra) called dad(through someone's phone...I remember I didn't own a phone then) and asked him to send me. That was one moment I felt wanted after a long time, and it felt like BLISS. And when I said this story in Radio One as a sentimental story, it became a comedy at the end(because after all that I said, they couldn't digest that all the build up was for QUEENSLAND, lol!) . Jagan still makes fun of me.

So... now finally the BIG college long(well, 3 days IS long!) tour is upon me. Should I be excited? Happy? I guess I should be, but I'm feeling neither. I'm feeling apprehensive. I dunno what the next 4 nights and 3 days have in store for me. It might be a lot of fun, it might be boredom at its best, it might be loneliness hitting me hard, it might be a million other things. But I, for sure, know one thing. It will be a change. And like that CEAT ad goes, "Change is tough", "Change is unavoidable". Welcome Change!

This isn't rare after all!

Sadism is the derivation of pleasure as a result of inflicting pain, or watching pain inflicted, on others. (Courtesy: Wikipedia!)

(Noun)

1. a morbid form of enjoyment achieved by acting cruel to another, or others.
2. (in general use) Deliberate cruelty, either mental or physical.

Sadist- Someone who obtains pleasure from inflicting pain or others

(Courtesy: WordWeb)

Sadism- bull shit.
Sadist- You want their names in Alphabetical order?

(Courtesy: Me.)

Blasts and Boycott

Serial Blasts in Delhi... so many people dead. So many people injured. So much BLOOD. All because a few dumb(No, I guess they ARE intelligent, so let's make it EVIL) people wanted to prove themselves. Shame on the government, shame on them...





After all this, Australian Cricket Board is questioning the security measures taken, and are considering to boycott the Australian team's visit to India next month. Duh. It's not just shame on the government and the terrorist groups(who are totally nuts!), it's a shame for us.

Shame Shame puppy shame...

Let's face it.

Now I know how it feels. And it feels like shit.

FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
REAL FRIENDS: are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs
REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM

FAKE FRIENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAL FRIENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn ... we fucked up ... but that shit was fun!"

FAKE FRIENDS: never seen you cry.
REAL FRIENDS: cry with you



FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAL FRIENDS: keep your shit so long they forget its yours.

FAKE FRIENDS: know a few things about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowd's ass that left you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"

FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile.
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.
REAL FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "Bitch! drink the rest of that you know we don't waste."

FAKE FRIENDS: will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Will knock them the fuck out

Now I know. And I feel loads better :)