Inji

My dad sits at home reading a magazine in the evening, when he suddenly feels a shadow moving around. He looks below and sees a fur ball sitting... a tiny tiny ginger cat, very weak but still way too cute. I then called Bhuvana, and then the whole crowd turned up... Bhuvana managed to even cuddle it, in her lap! We named it Inji(Ginger), according to its looks. Inji climbed my dad's veshti like a mountain, and got into his lap comfortably. We all fell in love with the little kittie.

Next day, Inji got sick, both its hindlegs were sort of paralysed, we took it to the vet, got an injection put, and got some vitamin tablets written from the vet. Inji drank milk from an ink filler, diluted tablet after that, and then slept peacefully. It even tried to jump onto Bhuvana's lap, moving just the two legs, and dragging the hinds.


In the evening, I had to go out. Bhuvana fed it with milk in the evening. At around 7:30, mum and dad thought it could do with more milk. By then, one of Inji's front legs got paralysed too. Inji drank milk from the ink filler, hiccuped for a few times.. hic hic..and then its head swayed to one side. Inji is in heaven now. Bhuvana didn't have dinner that night. I'm glad I wasn't home to see that sight. This is exactly why I'm scared of having pets.

It was a hap hap happy birthday!

"Today is my birthday. I had a great day. " --> This used to be an oxymoron!! This year it isn't, and I can't believe it! All thanks to my little devil, and the bigger devil from above, my day was SUPER.

23 phone calls, 42 messages, 60 odd scraps in orkut & facebook... 9 people actually coming in to surprise me!! WHOAH... what more can someone ask for?!?! (Okay.. I know you are thinking I'm a weirdo.. giving you numbers and all.. but yea, I'm a weirdo, and proud of it :)

For a change, when people started calling to wish me, and asked "What plans for the day?", this time around I had an interesting answer. All thanks to Supri :-)

Jaya woke me up with a warm hug, Lawanya turned up, I went to the temple(Really?!), went to Periamma's house, and then off to Supri's. I was welcomed by Supri's wailings- "I called around 50 people Vedha... I hate your classmates... I'm so sorry... people backed off at the last moment... I even tried calling Jaya & Bhuvana... blah blah blah". Then people turned up. Not 50, but 9 people who decided to spend their time with me on my D-day :) Great fun we had. Mrudhula licking the cake even before I cut it, Supri using the mop like one 'soolayudham' and posing for pictures, talking CRAP, teasing everybody around, us getting to figure out if the juniors have boyfriends, having a cake facial :p it all looked to me like it was a scene fresh out of a fairy tale!

Then, off to Radio One, where I was again tortured by Jagan(as usual!) to make me dance the 'Egypt Rani' step (Enna koduma sir idhu!) with Nandhini and Rajiv egging on & Mrudhula, Shilpa and Supri laughing their heads off. Some entertainment! After we got done there, when the 4 of us were thinking where to go hog, Supri & I decided the time has FINALLY arrived to discover JC's Cafe! *tada tadain* What a place! (Tip: If you are looking for some place, where NOBODY you know would turn up, try JC's Cafe!) We were the only people in, apart from a few foreigners who were in another room. We hogged (Shilpa resisting temptation in vain!) like hell. Then, when it was the time to say the 3 bad words ('Pay the bill'), Jee-boom-ba, John(notice Pink sattai in picture) calls Mrudhula and asks her where we are. (He drinks juice at JC's regularly!) He came up to JC's with 2 other people, drank watermelon juice, and paid my bill :-) :D Lucky me! lol.

I finally came back home around 8, after Supri dropped me at the bus stand as usual. Went straight to Bhuvana's house, met the family and then got back home. Mum and dad were okay with whatever I got and except for the usual "I dunno why people spend so much money to get birthday gifts" dialogue(which is perfectly normal...), I didn't get anything hostile, which is like 'wow!'.

For all the people who made my day special, Thank you! trust me, you don't even have the wildest idea how much this means to me. And for the person, who scripted this day from above, just a 'miss you' wouldn't convey everything.

PS: Picture courtesy - Nithi in Orkut

You made me remember the good times
When i could only remember the bad
You promised me a return
Of the peace i long ago had
You never left me alone
When that was what i wrongly thought i needed
You never dwelt on my faults
Instead you pointed out when i had succeeded
You made me laugh
When i felt i would cry
You made me live
When i wished to die.

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.