Showing posts with label About Me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label About Me. Show all posts

Monday, May 10, 2010

Daddy's Girl or Mommy's Girl?

Have you ever felt the urge to write so many things on your blog, but still can't do it because sometimes it rains heavily, sometimes the power goes off and moretimes you doze off to sleep. Well I've been in that state for a few days now. And this internet connection is also testing my patience. But I'm finally sitting down to key down my thoughts.

First things first, I am on the verge of starting a new life altogether, taking up a few more responsibilties of being a wife, a bahu, a bhaabhi etc etc. I'm equally excited and tensed about it. But these 6-7 months after the betrothal has given me a chance of getting acquainted with all my in-laws and more or less I'm a bit prepared. Given the fact that this is the last month of my spinisterhood, The Desultory Mind here will be celebrating a Bachelorette Party all through this month. Food, wine, hot hunks....ok ...you can always assume them to be present here. ;)



Once you're in such a position in your life, you tend to rewind all your past. And just as Chaos Theory states there is an underlying pattern in all random acts, you find things that happened in your life - even those insignificant things- have resulted in what is happening to you now. Call it Science or fate.

Ok! Enough with the philosophy. Have you seen the movie Rumor Has It? The one with Jennifer Aniston and in which she does one of my favorite filmy-proposals. She says,"I won't say that I can't live without you because I can. But I don't want to live without you". But the point is that somehow, it put me to think about the how much Amma and I are alike and Achan and Iare alike.

I don't look like either of 'em. I'm more of like a hybrid breed. I find my nose a combo of Amma's and Achan's. The gene for my small-face must have come from Achan. My teeth attributed to Amma. But characterwise, I am neither of 'em. Well they both seem to be very patient with every thing. But I'm very hot-tempered. Thanks to Achan's constant prying, me and my brother both are very hot-tempered.

Amma and I are nocturnal animals (She would totally deny this). We love to go for late-evening shoppings, concerts and etc. And we are crazy about afternoon naps. We cannot survive without that. And as for shopping, we are very unusual shopoholics.The budget always runs in the back of the mind. The last thing we want to shop is clothes. We prefer eatables. Amma goes for the vegetables and I stick around the Maggi, Knorr corner.

I am a very political person because of Achan. It's from him that I learned about Politics, Indian History, Communism, its history in Kerala. And even when he was turning into a Hinduist, I sticked to Communsim. We both are pathetic with numbers, be it phone numbers or historically important dates. We are also pathetic with "people". We can't remember them and also forget how we're related them. I can't remember my own relatives, let alone remember the relatives of my friends and neighbours. A little bit of my creative instincts like drawing comes from him.

The list goes on and on, but may be some other time.

Friday, December 25, 2009

A snippet from my previous blog

First things first. Happy Christmas everyone. Hope you had a great day. And let the spirit of Christmas prevail all through the coming year. Hope everyone had their share of cake and wine today. Btw, I must tell you one thing. Wine has the highest alcohol content amongst all beverages. So all those who say "I'll just have wine", beware. Anyways, my Christmas, as usual, has been a total boredom, except for the movies on TV and the cake we bought a day earlier. But I still maintained a good spirit of wishing all my friends through my status updates in Facebook and Orkut.

Upon public demand (truce - 2 persons, 1. Obamamol and 2. a guy from Indiblogger), I have decided to change the template of this blog. I was convinced by one very simple template when Pattar told me that he didn't like it. So I'm in search for another. I am hoping to introduce the new template by my first post in the new year. But the problem with searching for a template online is that I can't think beyond the Trebuchet MS font and the POST part should be more wider than the usual ones we get online. Plus I'm too terrible at HTML to make the necessary changes.

And because I had no courage to experiment anything with this blog, I chose my previous blog as the scapegoat. Its only then I found some of my scribblings unpublished. And publishing something, for me, is a one big ritual. Just like a father doing his daughter's kanyadaan. Once you've done, you'll feel like the biggest headache of your life has gone. (Just kidding!!!).

I landed on this draft which had no titles and I couldn't believe I was the one who wrote it. Of course, the verses which start the post is of a very famous song and I don't mean to violate anyone's copyright issue. But it sounded so much philosophical. So..o not me(atleast the current me). It was an unfinished post and I don't think I could replicate the same emotion I had that day to complete it now. It was about a popular show called The Wonder Years (this draft dates back to december 2007 when I was high on my fanship for The Wonder Years )and my friendship during school days. I am putting it down just as it was on my dashboard. So, here it goes...

"What would you do if I sang out of tune

Would you stand up and walk out on me

Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song

And I'll try not to sing out of key"

It wasn't ringo star who wanted to sing "with a little help" from his friends, it was Joe Cocker. But what happened next was wondering for years and years. It was the "THE WONDER YEARS". The Wonder Years, a gentle, nostalgic look at Baby Boom youth and adolescence, told stories from the point of view of Kevin Arnold. Kevin recalls all those 20 years after the incidents happened. He has a lot to tell about pretty much everything he did at school, he did with friends...beit the poker games with his friends or his crush for Winnie Cooper...the list is too long to be jotted down.

What really amaze me is that while Kevin has a lot to talk about, I don't think I have much to wonder about my school days or my friends there. Am I the only person like this...I guess, there is a whole bunch out there who feel the same way as I do.Well.. everyone say that at school, there is less of politics in your relationships or friendships but from what I recollect, College was far better.

Making friends may be a difficult thing but maintaining the same rapport for a longer duration with the obvious highs and lows of our lives is much more difficult. In the course if it breaks, you start off the blame game and would never admit your wrong doings. But from a relationship that was 6 years long, I learned that it is easy to give up your attitude...........

Oh-k. That was it. I won't bother you more with these old stuffs. But I coudn't help myself with this one. Anyways, I will be coming with more meaningless craps before we wrap up the year. Cheers again.


P.S. :- I tried a lot formatting for the snippet but failed and hence the color change. That was the only feasible measure I found out.

Friday, November 20, 2009

My first tag post

Thanx Neha for this tag. I'm obliged. I didn't have any idea what a tag was until I saw your blog. Anyways I liked this and taking this up. The rest of writing 20 things and all would surely take the hell outta me ;). Anyways here it goes.

1. Last drink: tea
2. Last phone call : to my to-be-father-in-law
3. Last text message: Obamamol asking her about the tagging thing
4. Last song you listened to: 'our song' of taylor swift
5. Last time you cried: When I heard a senti song of Rajnikant.

HAVE YOU EVER...

6. Dated someone twice: nope...I've dated only once.
7. Been cheated on?: ofcourse, someone gossiped that I write long answers after copying it.
8. Kissed someone & regretted it?: not really.
9. Lost someone special?: my grandma...on the thiruvonam day :(
10. Been depressed?: I just need a vague reason to get depressed
11. Been drunk and threw up?: I remember passing out after a chocolate milkshake, everything else is a blur

FOUR FAVORITE COLORS...
12. Black
13. Blue
14. Green
15. White


HAVE YOU..
16. Made new friends: I've a big circle
17. Fallen out of love: Never
18. Laughed until you cried: many a times...mostly at hostel
19. Met someone who changed you: no one has changed me but they have contributed to what I'm now
20. Found out who your true friends were?: Yeah and I treasure 'em
21. Found out someone was talking about you: Ofcourse, I'm the talk of the town
22. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: Yeah many...my girlfriends and one boy who's going to be my hubby
23. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: Everyone!!!
24. How many kids do you want to have: Minimum is two...Max may be many
25. Do you have any pets: Till now no.
26. Do you want to change your name: Nah... I love my name.
27. What did you do for your last birthday: Yeah, I was the one who had to wake up Koratty and asked to celebrate my b'day
28. What time did you wake up today:Too early.. 8 am. Amma was not feeling well and I had to make the breakfast
29. What were you doing at midnight last night: Flipping through a Logical book
30. Name something you CANNOT wait for: My marriage...I still can't believe, it's happening to me
31. Last time you saw your father: Morning 11 am. Thats when he went out.
32. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Get a govt job. Achan will be so happy.
33. Most Visited web page: Facebook...farmville to be precise.

WHAT'S YOUR...
34. Name: Still having some Anon issues
35. Nicknames: All my hostelmates call me Communi. And Obamamol calls me The Blogger and My Dear Entertainer
36. Zodiac sign: The Sweet Gemini
37. Male or female or transgender: Female
38. Elementary: Vivekodaya Nursery School
39. School: Kendriya Vidyalaya
40. Colleges: NSS Engg College
41. Hair color: Brown
42. Long or short: Too long, how much I wish to cut it
43. Height: I'm a shorty 5' 1"
44. Do you have a crush on someone?: None right now
45. Ever been in love?: Yeah many times...if I remember correctly my first love was Sachin Tendulkar
46. Piercings?: They pierced my ears even without asking me.
47. Tattoos?: I wanted a butterfly tattoo on my shoulder..but noone appreciates art here.
48. Righty or lefty: Righty

FIRSTS...
49. First surgery: Nah
50. First piercing: When I was just 28 days old
51. First best friend: Dhanya. She got transfered after our 4th grade. Ironically when she came back to our school in 11th, we couldn't even recognise each other.
52. First sport you loved: It has to be cricket. I was always the wicketkeeper in my neighbourhood cricket team.
53. First pet: No pets till now
54. First vacation: To Ooty. Was definitely the best one ever. Still remember we all cousins sitting infront of the Railway Guest House and singing songs from Chemmeen.
55. First concert: Railway Kalamandir. Some Music Troupe. Some new year eve.
56. First crush: Didn't I tell you. Sachin.

RIGHT NOW...
57. Eating: Lays
58. Drinking: Water
59. I'm about to: Go and make tea for myself.
60. Listening to: All about us of t.A.T.u
61. Waiting for: this to finish

YOUR FUTURE...
62. Want kids?: Ofcourse
63. Want to get married?: Can't wait
64. Careers in mind?: Yeah some desk job in a govt. office

WHICH IS BETTER WITH YOUR OPPOSITE SEX...
65. Lips or eyes: Eyes
66. Hugs or kisses: Like both of 'em
67. Shorter or taller: Taller
68. Older or Younger: Older
69. Romantic or spontaneous:Spontaneously romantic!
70. Nice stomach or nice arms: Nice arms
71. Sensitive or loud: Loud
72. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship
73. Trouble maker or hesitant: None

HAVE YOU EVER...??
73. Kissed a stranger: Nah, I'm not that stupid
74. Lost glasses/contacts: Broken 'em... several times
75. Sex on first Date: No baby, Main ek bharatiya naari hoon!!!!(while reading this line, try to sound like Rakhi Sawant)
76. Broken someone's heart: I don't know.
77. Had your own heart broken: Yeah, when I heard SRK is married (in my 4th grade or so) . I even drew a picture of my broken heart with a red pen.
78. Been arrested: Main kya meri poori kaandhaan kabhi police station nahi gaye
79. Turned someone down: Once. I loved myself doing that even though that was the only time I was proposed. I hated him so much.
80. Cried when someone died: My grandma. I told you.
81. Liked a friend that is a boy?: I like all my friends. I love 'em.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN...
82. Yourself: Completely
83. Miracles: Not really.
84. God: God exists in everyone.
85. Love at first sight: No...first times can betray you.
86. Heaven: It's a fantasy
87. Santa Claus: No....No SantaClaus ever got me gifts, so why should I believe?
88. Kiss on the first date?: It feels like heaven..try it ;)
89. Angels: A person has an angel and a devil in him/her...that's what I believe
90. Devils: Answered above.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY...
91. Is there one person you want to be with right now?: I'm so much missing my friends and my hostel
92. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time?: When I never managed to have one BF, how does this question arise
93. Wanted to kill someone ever?: Yeah, my old boss RB, the bus conductor in that green Vignesh bus ... the list goes on.
94. Among your blog mates, whom would you like to kiss?: None
95. Committed a blunder and regretted later?: So many.. Too long to list.
96. Wanted to steal your friend's boyfriend / girlfriend?: Nah, I'm more than satisfied with the current and the permanent one.

ASSOCIATE WITH SOMETHING YOU WEAR...
97. White:Never.. Unless I know there's a peace rally in town
98. Black: My bracelet.. I can't go out without that
99. Red: Not mine.. But Blore used to have a red t-shirt which had street police written on it and we used to tease her as street girl.
100. Pink: One of my first salwar kameez was a pink one.

So that was it.. I wish Obamamol and Jibu take up this tag. And I hope Jibu doesn't mind an english post in his Malayalam blog.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

50 Glorious Years For Doordarshan

So when was the last time you tuned to DD. Don't remember? Me too. But that's apart from the fact that I always try to catch up with Rangoli every sunday eventhough I really hate the anchor of the show. But when I came to know that it's been 50 long years for DD, I thought I should pay tribute to the network I grew up with.

So, what is the first thing that comes to your mind when you think of Doordarshan? I did a little sort-of-"survey" on this question among my friends. Interestingly, they came up with things that I hadn't thought of when I was preparing a list of the probable answers from their side. Here goes the result:

1. There is a tie for the No.1 spot between Chitrahaar and News for Hearing Impaired. Eventhough I had expected Chitrahaar, News for Hearing Impaired was a surprise. Even Amma gave the same answers.
2. Next is Surabhi. As Pattar would say, how can you ever forget the beautiful Renuka? But everytime I used to watch Surabhi, I would be so sad because it reminded that the next day you had to go to school.
3. Now, this is interesting. The rainbow colored screensaver when there was any interruption. And also Rangoli. I really didn't expect Rangoli to come down to the third spot.
4. Chandrakanta. Remember that show which was the first of that kind in the television history.
5. I am putting rest of the answers in the fifth spot. Pattar remembers Turning Point with Girish Karnad and Prof Yash Pal. Sree remembers Srikrishna. Musically talented Obamamol remembers the music that comes before the news begins and also Miley Sur Mera Tumhara. Apparently Miley Sur was one of my favorites in the survey. Binu as always had some more interesting answers. Ek Se Badhkar Ek and also Madhumohan serials(?). As for Appimol , it was Sanskrit news and Reporter. Tuttudu also remembers Byomkesh Bakshi while Colonel can't forget the friday night blockbuster movie and the President's address to the nation.

Phew :) One of the famous joke on Madhumohan serials was that the late Veerappan couldn't get a bigger punishment than he being tortured to watch Madhumohan serials continously. I still haven't been able to solve the mystery why all the mummys would watch his serials. But I found one interesting fact about the serials. Madhumohan used to have only 3-4 lungis which he used put in 3 different serials.

It was in 1992 when we got a chance to actually own a TV, a black and white one. I remember the year because it was the Olympics time (Atlanta?) and me, brother, Amma and Achan would lie down on the floor watching Olympics every night. Then DD was the only channel available. I also remember constantly going upto the terrace to adjust the antenna direction so that the "picture becomes clear"( the engineer in me says to write it as "to recieve the signals properly"). So does LJ. Even before we got DD Malayalam, then called as DD4, we used to get the tamil channel along with DD1, the hindi channel. Now you know why I have soft corner for Tamil. Since I never had formal education of both the languages Malayalam and Tamil, I learnt both through TV and newspapers only.

I used to sit through the educational program in the morning, mostly when I'm compelled to do so. Remember Tarang? The program which used to telecasted on our summer vacation. Those puppet shows and the serial of "a very angry girl" and of those 5 friends. I used to eagerly wait for that. Surabhi, Tehkikat, Alif Laila, News and Fri-Sat night movies were a sort of family ritual. If I remember correctly, Doordarshan station used to close down after the 10pm News in English. That tick of ten was my time to sleep. And I could never see the films of Friday and Saturday because of this. The first movie I saw completely was "Love in Tokyo" and the song Sayonara... was a total hit among us. Remember the Vicco Turmeric advertisement? It used to be played during the second break of the films. And when Tezaab was telecasted, it took almost 5 hours to finish. So much was the no. of ads. And how can anyone forget "Roja" which used to be telecasted on every of the Independence and Republic days. I really liked Oshin, particularly when they had the dining scene. I used to be totally amused when they eat rice with chopsticks and also awe at the kimonos they wear. And Discovery of India/ Bharat ek khoj, I never used to understand it. The concert for national integrity which used to be telecasted in the sunday afternoons always put me to sleep. And the panorama movies. Haven't we seen movies of almost all the languages in India, that too without subtitles?

And then there was this era of mythological serials. Srikrishna, Om Namah Sivaya and Jai Hanuman were being played simultaneously. Byomkesh Bakshi and Tehkikaat paved way for Suraag. Shanti was Amma's favorite serial when it was being dubbed in Tamil. I remember how I used to rush from my school just to watch Swaabhimaan. I had the duty of narrating the episodes to my friends who used reach their homes late. And then School Days came. I still remember when I cried for a character in the serial who had a hole in his heart. Some really tried to copycat School Days but hard luck, they didn't fair well. By the end of my 10th grade we had switched over to cable. After that lured by the "satellite channel" programs, we started slowing down on our DD viewership. Still we retained our Rangoli, News and also Kashmirnama in our show-watching-list. So was my journey with Doordarshan which is quite similar to all of you. I was completely transported to my childhood days while writing this. Hope you too have the same feel.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Lend your ears to this couch potato...oh I'm sorry your eyes

You can't really blame me for being a couch potato, when I'm, literarly, sitting idle at home. But if you ask Amma, she would probably say that I was born to see TV. So would Achan. In fact, he has his usual dialogue " Her teachers say that CAT aspirants should take rest for atleast 2 hrs after classes and then start studying, but she seems to have taken it more seriously, taking rest till 10 pm by watching TV". And I nod my head in silence. I must say, it's really difficult to reach my father's expectations. Since I know I'm never gonna make it, I really don't care for his accusations. Anyways, I love to watch TV. And I can't live without it. Since the list of shows that I watch seems to be too big for the post, I will restrict myself to those what I call as "Essentials".

The very first category of my fav shows belongs to those shows which if you haven't seen , I have got only one question for you "Why do you have cable?".Watch these to see what you mean by entertainment. Boogie Woogie. Watch it for Ravi, Naved and Javed's sade hue jokes and also to see the zenith platform for dancers and dance groups. Next F.R.I.E.N.D.S.. This sitcom which had stopped telecasting with the season finale some 5 years back, still is being shown in different countries. So much is the popularity, only next to Seinfield. 6 friends, 2 apartments and thats all you need for a big entertainment.


The second set of shows is the one which you wouldn't wanna miss. The Simpsons, Seinfeld, Everybody loves Raymond, Mind Your Language gets included here. Hannah Montana, Wizards of Waverly place and Suite life of Zack and Cody....they say I'm too old for these shows, but who wouldn't like some real humour even if it means to watch kid's shows. Over to Hindi. If you've seen Office Office and Sarabhai vs Sarabhai, you would have seen that humour can be more than just slapstick. Oh yeah, long back it was in ISS forum that I got a friend suggesting me about Comedy Circus. Since then, I have been an ardent viewer of that show. There has been a Darwin's evolution as far the show's name is concerned. From Comedy Circus to Chinchpokli to China and now finally to Dekh India Dekh. Watch it, laughter assured. And then there is The Week That Wasn't with Cyrus Broacha. Watch the show if you can't make sense out of the actual "news". The show is sense made nonsense. By now, you might be thinking if she ever watches shows or serials which are not of the genre comedy. Of course. I like to watch Roadies, which is the biggest of the reality shows of the Indian television and the most sensible one. And also CSI: NY, Numbers.

As far as Malayalam and Tamil are concerned, as you know these channels are reigned by the daily soaps and I hate it more than anything. But Srikandan Nair's Nammal Thammil is an all-time favourite. And in tamil, I like the show Little Masters and Raagamaalika of the Jaya TV and also Kalakka Povathu Yaaru of Vijay TV, which made the phrase "Saroja Samaan Nikaalo" famous.

So if you ever come across these shows, sit back and watch it and you'll know what I mean. After all these, if you ever thought that about me getting time for other things (for ex:- studying), you would realise that what Amma and Achan said was true. ;)

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Love Letters

I know its a dated topic but I just want to revive the topic which taught me that even I can write. Nope, wrong guess. I haven't written a love letter in my lifetime. Nor did I get one. :-( Phew. But this was about the love letters I have seen and heard about. Once I had read in a magazine that some of the famous Malayalam writers, in their college days, were love-letter-writing-experts. They would constantly be approached by their friends to write letters to their lovers. Wow ! This must have been the case with almost all writers in the world. Right? And I assume that's how they got such good language, particularly when it comes to praising woman and her beauty. And I can also safely assume that girls being less of the romantic creatures, would reply to those letters with a smile(perhaps, sandals too).

But one Dheedhi I know, really took me by surprise, whom I had never had the opportunity to meet. The love interest of this Dheedhi happens to be a Bhayya in our own colony. Bhayya, who studied in my school itself, was really fun to be with. How much I had wished for him to be my real brother. This wish had gone to the extent of writing a note about him in my notebook and this little note was really liked by some of my schoolmates. But that was the past. Now, I am content with my own brother who is sweet and damn caring. Anyways, we all small kids had full rights to peek into Bhayya's house and his room also. Once when I and a friend of mine were there in his room, we happened to accidently to see this letter.Hey, the letter was kept was on his table and anyone who passed by could read it. Don't blame us. Its just a little curiosity plus a little anxiety. The letter was in Malayalam and it was a poetic too. And hence don't blame me if you find the translation of the excerpts of the letter weird and non-poetic. You do know that I am pathetic at Malayalam.
Anyways, some of the lines sounded very similar to....
...
I was a bird caged by my parents,
And you are the angel who opened the cage,
who let me fly high,
who let me know the world around me,
...

Its been almost 7 to 8 years after this incident happened. Must not you commend on my memory. (How much I wish to have such a memory when it came to studies). Yeah, for those who still think that we did a brutal violation of someone's privacy, let me tell you, that Bhayya later showed us "their" photographs. He then pointed towards a bundle of papers which he explained to be love letters from our Dheedhi. And then we were like Oh-Yeah!-We-Have-Read-It. Anyways, their love story went on very smoothly. And now they are waiting to getting married. Good Luck Guys !!!

Story 2:-

And yeah, this is also another violation of someone's privacy. But then how do you suppose me to write about love letters. I, the one who never wrote one and recieved one. Am I making it too obvious? That I have been desperate to get one? Ah, whatever! I actually don't have the time for such silly things. Ok ! So coming back to the point. This is not about any letter. This is about a diary. Yep! that little black book where you pen down everything at the end of the day. And our hero here, is a distant cousin. I have always looked upon him as a maestro and used to listen to his stories (with this girl, with that girl etc.) with my mouth wide open. Once when he visited us, he was carrying this diary with him. And he forgot to take the book back when he left. When we called him to say that he forgot his diary, he told that he will come and collect it later. And everytime I saw that book on our study table, it was as if there was some magnetic force in the book which tried to pull me towards it. And when this force reached its peak, I took the diary and opened it. To my utter disappointment, only few pages had been written on. I was about to put the book back, when I saw this sentence in one page "Njan avale kandu(I saw her)". I rolled my eyes open. Is it for real? Am I getting a scoop? The entire story stretched only for 3 pages and with very few lines in each page. But it meant a lot more eventhough it wasn't written.

First day.... "I went to my friend, X's house today. I saw her there. She lives next door"
Second day..."I went to that place again. I saw her. We talked. We decided to meet at another place"
And the next entry was there in a page within a week.
"We met today. We talked about our past. And then she gave me a gift. A hot one. (Pinne enikoru oru choodulla sammanam kitti)"

And I am not that stupid to assume that the gift he got was Pakoda or Samosa. And when I told him that I read the diary and all those pages, he just laughed it off. Since, I don't have a real contact with this cousin now, I really don't know what happened after this incident. Did he continue it or he switched to another girl? A lot questions are still unanswered.

So this was it. This was what I had written earlier in my orkut days. I think the habit of making everyone read what I wrote started around this time. I had compelled all my friends to read this one in my "About me". Some things never change.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Must reads and some thank-yous

I am not sure why it happens everytime. This starting trouble. Everytime when I start a new post, I have this difficulty in how to start the post. Many a times, I come up with so much irrelevant things to cover up my starting trouble. And only if you could sit with me while I am typing, would you understand how much I have typed-and-retyped this first portion of my post. I am a firm believer of "Practice makes perfect" and hope someday I would write like Pattar or Sid. To the point. But more than anything else, I would love to have Obamamol's head. I have already told you about her creativity, her innovation in spinning stories from a simple and irrelevant incident. You could read that and more over here. You must read her poem also, that she wrote while we were all attending a session on DotNet 3.5. It was a desparate move to get rid of the boredom in the class. Actually, you won't find anything related to software interesting when it is being taught. And poem reminds me, a few days back I saw this movie of Drew Barrymoore, Never Been Kissed, and in that, the word "Poem" was pronounced as if it were "Pome". Is it the actual way of pronouncing it ? or is it just another American accent, which we usually dont care. The only thing I adapted from the American English is the usage of 's' instead of 'z' in words like civilis(z)ation. That was one correction I was totally used to at school, since we are asked to follow the British English.


Anyways this discussion of accent isn't going anywhere. So, what I intend to do here is to have a thanks giving post. A post dedicated to all my friends, who are the air and soul of my blog. First the title credits. Its Pattar who suggested me the title of the blog. Then, I wasn't even aware that such a word existed (As if I know everything now). But it suites. If I had been at any point of my life a little focussed, I would have reached somewhere. Next to Ammini, Obamamol for naming us, hostelmates. If not for these names, I couldn't have written a word about them. The only problem was the frequency with which we were being renamed. I couldn't cope up with this, so i sticked to the names in my first post. Ammini, Blore and me were the one who started with the Trimurthy mails. Those mails are a real inspiration for this blog. Obamamol. I need her brains, man.


Thanks. Blore for her rendezvous with RB which made it to my blog. One info that I haven't ever shared about her is that Blore is a walking and talking film encyclopedia.And if you are playing dumsharat with her, better be in her team. Koratty for her wit. You can expect her step to fame "Laigayude kathakaari" in this space soon. Aanakutty and Appimol for giving me the idea to write about us in my blog which would otherwise have been so stale. Tudy for her special fun moments. For Tudy's manjurani and reetha episode, please do read Obamamol's blog. AN, Donimol, Binu, Sharath and Tuttudu for being my victims. And Sharath, sorry. For writing your real name. I am not an expert at naming you know. Or rather, you can take this as a credit da, the only person to have been referred with his real name my blog. AM, Lallu, Ramettan, Colonel also. For giving memories of a lifetime. I also thank others like our thief, SS and RB who had made active contribution to my blog eventhough they are unaware of this. And they better be. For more than 1 reason.


There aren't enough words to thank you guys for making my life so eventful and special. Anyways, I will miss you all guys.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Its me, the victim, this time

There is a sense of guilt that is overflowing my mind these days. And it is probably because I find my blog more of like a gossip column. If I have the right to mock at my friends, I should also never be spared. And since I am also a democratic along with being a communist, this time the post is dedicated to me and only me. The list of my blunders is too long to list, so I will limit that to a few incidents that happened recently.

Story 1:

I think I don’t have to explain anything about the “road-crossing” (take it literarily), right? You are in a metro and you can cross the roads whenever you get a chance. And if you become a traffic-rules-obedient citizen, then you are going to wait forever. “Cycle gap mein auto ghusana” that is what happens here. So on one such day, I was crossing the road with Blore and LJ (I don’t remember whether Binu, Donimol and MM were there or not). In fact, it was one of those odd days when you get a large space to cross the road and you could do it lavishly.

If I had crossed the road with at least 15degrees deviation, my “road-crossing” would have been totally uneventful. But I crossed at zero deviation. Now that is what you call the Aamir Effect (perfectionist). There was a guy who did the same. At the middle of the road, we were just going to bump on each other.

In a fraction of a second, my thoughts threw me into the grasslands of Switzerland. Note that there was a stream of music which was being played in the background. And if I remember it correctly it was a typical open note for a melodious duet and the lyrics of which consisted only of swaras’ – sa re ga ma. And then we were dancing and romancing on the tunes of a beautiful duet.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrcccccccccccccccccccccccccccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………..
I came back to reality. We hadn’t bumped on each other at all, infact, we were standing atleast 10 inches away from each other. And then we departed in different directions. Wasn’t it unfortunate that a love story was pinched off in the pre-init stage itself? Anyways, Thank God, none was hurt in this incident.

But think of this scenario, if………..if someone, say I, was hit by a vehicle, he would have felt the guilt na? You do know what I mean by that, right? Something similar to what happens in Hindi movies. Atleast here there was a love story developing. OMG!!!!! What am I doing here in a software company? I should have been in Bollywood. Of course, K. Johar would have accepted such crap stories. But I am sure I wouldn’t ever go with this story to Mollywood. My heroine would rather allow a lorry to roll over her than to be hit by Mammootty, Mohanlal, Suresh Gopi and….and…and….is there any other actor in the industry?

Story 2:

There are a few principles that I follow when I mouthlook (sorry, I couldn't find an appropriate word for that in English, so I am simply writing the translation). Infact, I have a classification. Mouthlooking can be of two types: Temporary and Wayyyytemporary. You can put yor schoolmates, collegemates etc into the temporary category where you mouthlook them for atleast a few months. And the other one wayytemporary is the one in which you have glances of guys and gals on the roadside, in malls or anywhere and where you don't have a chance to bump on them again. So coming back to my principles.

1. Character does matter to me when it comes to temporary mouthlooking. Does it matter in the other category?
2. Boys who are slim are always preferred.
3. When you like a person, what is the harm in letting him know about that. (Infact, I don't mind anyone knowing that.)

Well, there are so many. But that is enough for now. Ok getting to the point. What happens when two mouthlookers go savvy? The answer is "They Meet". Once when I was loathing around the platform of our Railway Station (with my father beside me), I saw a line of guys who had just boarded off a train. I was having a glance of each and every one of them. Just then I saw a guy who was doing the same. There was a short telepathic conversation between us (Font in orange color is mine and green is his')
"What?"
"What?"
"Me?"
"Hmmm.."
"Oh...No... Buddy....Are you nuts?"
"Nooo.........Not you"
A sigh of relief.......
" Then what? Go Next."
And then me too went NEXT. Shouldn't you appreciate my guts to mouthlook with my father just round the corner.

Story 3 :

It was just a few days back that I saw the hindi translation of Operation theatre. It is SHALYASHALA. As though we are shalyams (trouble) for the doctors. One funny thing about our Railway Hospital that I learned only a few days is also related to the shalyashala. The nurses and attendants working inside come outside and ask if anyone is there for operation or not. What the F***(beep!) man! Now you can wait in a queue for operation with the linen you have been covered with. I saw many of them (literarily) walk into the theatre. I have learned from Sydney Sheldon books that these doctors become so talkative inside the theatre and mostly they talk about food. In my nightmares, I see them operating my head and seeing my brain they exclaim "OH! This is not eatable!".


P.S. :- Song suggestion of this week: For hip-hop lovers, I guess, you should listen to the Taxi Song from the film Chakkarakatti (Tamil). It is an awesome number from the genius A R R. And you would also love the video of the song. When was the last time you heard a hindi song and said its lyrics was different and good too. When was the last time you heard a hindi song on friendship which comes close to Yeh Dosti Hum Nahi Chodenge. Well, that is what I like about Tamil songs. You have songs for every occasion with awesome lyrics.

Hey, and one more thing. I have changed my name here. It is Communi. I think it suites me more than Angel. Now that you know I aint no Angel. So if anyone comes up with a good name, I will be obliged.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Over A Cup Of Tea

Welcome 2009 ! I hope everyone has thouroughly enjoyed the new year and the new year party. In Bangalore, the happening place is the M.G. Road, which I couldn't visit because of security reasons. This doesn't mean that Bangalore was under threat of a terror attack, but it just means that like any Indian Urbane City, Bangalore is also not a safe place for girls (Atleast that is what the rumour has it). In this new year, I just beckon some serious changes from my parent's side. Changes I need are :
1. Stop dropping me at the railway station whenever I come back to Bangalore.
2. Please stop crying whenever I leave to Bangalore (GROW UP AMMA, I am going to Bangalore not to Dubai, besides I come there every fortnight).
3. Stop arranging Tea interviews everytime I go there, Give me some quality time.


Everytime I am asked to go home on a weekend, my heart pounds...Not Again!!!I know the exact reason why my mother would bother me to go there... for a "Tea Interview". Similar to the job interviews, u are expected to test the intelligence, character n more things over a cup of tea. (Sure, there are other things which are served to the "possible to-be", but TEA sounds good for the title of the post and much better than Over a packet of laddoo or jalebis).


The tea interview history dates back to somewhere when I was 19. Can you belive that, 19 ? And that was the first phase of disappointment for my parents and relief for me, since the guy and the family never turned up. Must I say it, it was his goodluck not to seen me at all. The "hang over" remained for a long time, till I reached my 3rd year at college. Now this time, it had become damn serious affair. This time my father had sworn to get rid off me from my house. But I was as adamant as he was. Not to get out of the house. I have already ruined one house, why make a mess with another. From the feeble memory I have about this tea interview, this was what had happened during that time.


First, my parents saw this ad of a 30year old guy in the matrimonial page. Father thought "30 years - not a bad age to get my 20 year old daughter, Class D govt job- wow! thats great! who in these days gets a govt. job at this age, native place- wow! thats even more better, we are already neighbours". He ringed them up. The to-be-father-in-law came and scanned the outside of our house that evening itself. Two days later, he stopped by our house to tell that they are interested in proceeding with the proposal. Now comes the "Lecture time" by my father.


The peculiarity or the speciality of my father's lecture time is that "what the prospective groom (read now onwards as PG) does, or where he is, or how much he earns, or how learned he is" doesn't count at all. The points that count is what the PG's parents do or were doing, what his siblings are. And if he's got sisters, what are his brother's in-law doing. Like I am marrying the PG's father or mother or brothers or sisters and so on.


So a series of visits were done by the PG's family, and finally they decided on the-girl-is-good. What the best I find about those days is the amount of sweets that flooded our house. Even the sight of a jalebi lures me. It was something like old hindi and tamil film songs, where the hero and the heroine are in lawn of oranges, apples.....me in sweets(all possible kinds). As they say, you could run a boat in my mouth. There was only one, but a usual, problem with the whole affair. I didn't want to get married. I resisted it with my tooth and nail (not literary of course). And atlast the king of the house(my father) surrendered to my demands. To this day, I believe that as one of my biggest achievements in my life. This is no small deal.


When your parents become Nazis determine to throw Jew out of Germany. You will be given a notice, first to show your obedience to the Nazi govt. and its terms and conditions. If you resist to that, you will be send to the concentration camp. As far as I was concerned, I had to hear to a lot of cries of the Nazi woman for-not-being-an-obedient-girl. But I left untouched with this emotional saga. :-) . What followed that was a terrible disaster in my life(? or others lives). I was free, roaming as a street dog. Believe or not, I must have been a nightmare for some boys (ok ! the truth-only one guy), only because of the freedom I was awarded after the whole event.


As always there was a 'hang-over' gap for this T-interview too. But nonetheless, they are my parents. They continued the search of PGs. One time, again a govt employee came. He appeared to be a replica of my father. He was seeing me for the first time. But still, he was going on and on with the advice of getting through the PSC exams and getting a govt. job. My ears were totally tired of hearing that. My mother too. Another time it was a guy in "Sand Mafia" (Ok ! I am exaggerating). He happened to have some trucks for carrying sand for construction work. His whole family was in the same business. Now I know, why the Bharathpuzha(river) is becoming shallower and shallower.

After going through the different tortures, I felt like I am the only unmarried girl left in this world. I am just 22 (ok! and a half too.). Is it so bad to stay unmarried at this age. Grow up Amma and Acha. Whatever I am now, However stupid I am, I like the way I am now. Giving away your freedom for getting life partner who can't ever understand you is a crime in itself. Ok! I am getting a feeling that this post has been a "too" stretched one, so I am winding it up.

Monday, December 22, 2008

While I Pen Down My Year- Habsiguda Dreams (Dedicated To Lallu And AM)

I have been slow on blogging for a few days, bcoz I found no topics around me that much interesting. While my problem was finding good topics, but our Obamamol had no problem in creating new and baseless stories. You can read more of such stories in kelly's life. One thing that makes me awe her is her creativity, the pace at which she creates stories and link-ups. If only I were her, my blog wouldn't have been so stale.

Its the year end and I am going home for christmas and so here are the few days I get to bid bye officially (in my blog) to 2008. Even though I will back on 30th, but party-sharty karne ka time hai... blogging ka nahi. And this is a year and not just a day or a week to bid bye in just one blog. This is the year when I had transformed totally from a student to a professional, when I earned money and gave my first salary to my parents with great pride, when I was benched with my talent, when I started blogging, when I made friends for a lifetime and a year when my dreams became sky-high.

I travelled through the limits of Hyderabad. Stayed in atleast 3 places there. Hanged out in most of the possible places in Hyd. And then ofcourse, we came to Bangalore and doing shopping every weekend(ofcourse it is a credit card shopping, who got the money to shop in debit). I think I am in the making of a shopaholic.

The golden era of our Hyderabad life started of at Habsiguda. Even though most of our batchmates were staying at Paigah Colony, we five of us found this hostel which was very close to our training centre. Me, Blore, Aanakutty, Lallu and AM. AM was our collegemate (whom I had never seen at college) and Lallu belongs to my hometown. Lallu was in her post wedding days and was a lady "devdas" of being separate from her husband. But nonetheless, she was not a married girl who would always be in phone and won't enjoy with us. We never had the feeling that she was married and not "free " as we are. Most of the boys in batch including Paachu fell in love with her at first sight , they were so dissappointed when they came to know about her marriage.

I won't ever believe that AM is a grown up girl. Everyone in her batch compares her with the character of Revathy in Kilukkam. She fells flat when she sees chicken (Poricha kozhide manam!!!!!!!!!). The best part of our stay at Habsiguda was that we never had any problem in adjusting with anyone. We just blended with each other like coffee powder in hot water(Sorry Guys, I didn't get any other anomaly). The Secuderabad city was atleast half an hour from Habsiguda, but we managed to go there most of the weekends. Thats where I learned the abcd of shopping, General bazaar being our usual destiny.

Even movies were something everyone loved. Me and Lallu used to watch movies in her lappy. She has a good collection of dvds with her. We loved to dine at Suruchi, have snacks from Baker's Chariot. Last year we celebrated Christmas and New Year by buying cake from Bakers. It will be one of the most remembered New Year parties in my life. We threw cake over each other and danced all night with other hostelmates. Really a golden day of my life. :-)

When we moved from Habsiguda to Dorms,we five were in five different rooms, but still we were inseparable. We used to get together very evening to have dinner and then sit in front of the reception discussing different things. More than we knew about our batch, we knew what happened that day in Java batch(Lallu and AM were trained in Java, we 3 in dotnet), what all PJs were told that day and so on. We used to have a round table conference. Colonel, Tuttu and Ramettan also used to be there. I remember when one day Colonel had 3 rounds of meal in dinner during that conference, 1.when he came alone, 2. when we 3 came and 3. when Lallu and AM came to cafeteria.

I still remember the day when we made Deeps tease Colonel by making her sing "Pavizhamalli Poothulanja..."(Deeps is from N.India, so doesn't know Malayalam). Also we assigned more than two boys to a girl or its better to say, more than two boys were interested in the same girl. Colonel was after a girl who looked too gud, but for her smile. And then he again got hooked up with someone in Gym. Thats how he also became known as "Gymman".

:-) Those used to be the "THE DAYS". All I wish is to live those days once more. There are so many things to write about the year and the life in hyderabad. Watch out for more.

Friday, December 12, 2008

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUPERSTAR


Today 12th of December. Its Rajnikant's birthday today. A little while ago I distributed chocolates among my friends over here. Then Aanakutty asked me if I had distributed chocs for my Brother's birthday. The answer was, unfortunately, No. This doesn't mean that Rajnikant is more important to me than my brother. Bro, It is only you who will come first.
It always amazes me when I see the simplicity of the man. Rajnikant who is the second highest paid actor in the continent, the highest in India, carries a Nokia 1100 phone to communicate to the world. Even I, one of the lowest paid Software Engineer, use an N-series phone. He is 58 today. And yeah it might be "too old" for some you guys. Yes, he uses a lot of make-up to look young in his films. He uses wig to cover his baldness. But Guys, can you ever see an actor getting out in public without make-up prior to the release of his movie, not covering his age or bald head. Believe me, nobody can do that.
And only Rajnikant can do that. It is only because of the immense support from his fans, and his demigod status, he is able to do those things that other actors can't do. He can throw a bubblegum into the air, meanwhile fight with 500 villians and then catch the gum in his mouth- still making it believable among his fans. I would rather say, it is accepted by the audience. He is an actor who cares really for the society and does a lot to its development. Be it the "The Ashram" school run by Lata Rajnikant or the social service done by his fan clubs, he sees to it that he has returned something to the society from which he has earned.
I am one among the ardent fans of Rajnikant. And I am proud to be one. I have been teased many a times because of being so. But when you have lived a lifetime being his fan, these silly teasings won't really bother. Hats off to Rajnikant.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Anniversary Thoughts

Finally we made it. Its been one year in the company. How we managed it is a different story all together. But nonetheless, it is an occasion to remember, to have fun and also to lookback and relish the memories created so far. Here, I am going to tell a story of a girl, story of her dreams and aspirations, a story of transformation.

She was very happy, on 1st Dec, when she boarded the train with her parents and families of two of her friends at college. It was quite unclear to her, not even the station where she had to get down. She just had a slight clue that that day atleast 30 of her to-be-batchmates had boarded the train. But she didn't know anyone, nor did her friends. Although there were communities in Orkut through which she could have known others in the train, she hadn't cared much for that. As a bunch of boys passed her, she remembered a face from whom she had got a friend request at the last moment. It was AN(Now better to call him Chalu Raja). She walked upto him and talked to him. She was introduced to others in the gang. That was the first day.

The following days were filled with more excitment, as she and her friends and their families went for a tour of Hyderabad and Secunderabad. She found the place to be homely one and was able to relate to the city very easily. Eventhough she had been once to city, things now where quite different. She was destined to stay here for sometime, atleast for some months. A little tension of leaving her parents for the first time was also haunting her. But she consoled herself, for it was this life that she always dreamt of.

On 6 Dec, she was asked to report to an office in the city, where she came to know that they will be taken to the HQ of the company which 20 kms away from the city. It was no less like a "Bidaai", when all the parents, particularly mothers, (of girls) shed their tears (well, that is a little exaggeration) when all of them boarded different buses. After a long hour, they finally reached the HQ. She stood with her mouth wide open at the first glance of the conference hall. She was really skeptical about walking over the neatly polished marble floor, lest she should slip.

Guys and Gals from all parts of India were going to be her batchmates. She had never thought of this before. Nor she was aware of the vastness of the company she was going to join. But much to her astonishment, there was only a small welcome message said and they were bestowed a big flat file with loads of papers to be filled in. Thanks to all those papers, at the end of the day when all the formalities were finished, she could'nt even recognise her signature anymore.

That was not the end. 2 days later, they had an exam over the topics they would be taught during the training. It was like latin and american for our young girl, who was not from a CS background. All that she knew about the machine called Computer was that she can operate it on a fine day.

Along came the Induction Day of 10 Dec, They were made to play games, do requirement gathering, logo making. It was a quite different affair from what she had thought initially. By the end of the day she had made some new friends. She was also introduced to some friends-of-friends and so on. And she knew it was just a beginning.


Hyderabad was very similar to any north Indian city. It had its own rich culture. And anyone could survive in Hyderabad if she or he knows Hindi. Thus, our girl was able to improve her long-forgotten Hindi. Hyderabad became even more enjoyable because of her roommates. It was like, they were always meant to be friends. Each one of them enjoyed food and our girl even got a company in seeing movies, of her favourite genre, in her roommate. A few days into training, she found herself in easy conversation with every of her batchmate. Eventhough the initial OLAs and tests had made her nervous, later she got used to it. And she started to enjoy the training. One little fact, once told by her school friend, that "training period is going to be one wonderful period of your career life, never miss chance in it, enjoy it to the max". She always remembered that.

They were given enough chances to enjoyment also. Outbound brought the childishness and sportmanship in everyone, and they were also asked to explore their other talents in Spotlight like singing, dancing and acting.

During the course, her language changed from English to C#(read as C Sharp). To her the word "foreign" doesn't exist anymore, it is onsite. And MCP was no longer Male Chauvinist Pig but Microsoft Certified Professional. She Frequently used the terms OLA, KT etc eventhough she never thought about asking anyone about the expansion.

When the training was completed, she thought it was the end of the great friendship that she shared with every of her batchmate. But it was not to be. She was "benched" and that too for more than 9 months. She completed 1 year, not doing any project, actually not doing anything. It really sucks. But for the friends she is always surrounded with, it was really sucking. For a change, she shifted from Hyderabad to Bangalore, only to find that it is the same there also.

Guys, this is the story with a colorful start and not-so-colorful ending. I mean, this story is not ending at all. This is a continuing story. This is what happens to every girl in this field. You are "TRAINED AND BENCHED" (Courtesy : A friend of mine whose name in Orkut read the same).

Friday, November 21, 2008

Just For Namesake

(Updated on Monday:- I started writing this blog on last friday when most of the characters I decsribe here were not present in office.)

Just the two of us in office. It seems little weird, but me and BLORE have got used to it. Missing AMMINI in the trio "TRIMURTHIKAL", and in particular, our literary adventures that used to flood every of our hostelmate's mailbox. It has been a widely successful venture by the 3 of us. This is the only thing that has added some fun to my life at bangalore. Writing quality mails teasing each of the hostelmates in each and every occasion is an art in itself.


But the scapegoat in all these activities is our APPIMOL(Appi). Whatever the occasion may be, whoever be the one to be teased in the begining, finally all the teasing and mocking ends at Appimol only. It is very easy for any one of us to blame her and start the show. Eventhough, we know that she must be annoyed of all these things, we rarely find her arguing back at us, which inturn encourages us to write more mails and start the chain within the group.

The other person to be targetted is our KORATTYMUTHY(Koratty in short). I don't know the word in English which describe her character. She never takes anything without dropping it. This used to be talk of the town before coming to Bangalore and before we found Appimol is a perfect substitute for Koratty's accidents. TUDYMOL(Tudy) is yet another character that we have in hostel. Rarely could you find her without her phone(As if, phone was just invented for her). Within 6 months of buying the covetted N95, she had to replace the battery, headphone and also the cover. Now anyone can understand the usage of the phone.

Yet another character AANAKUTTY. Her thoughts are limited to KFC bucket chicken, McDonalds burger, Shawarma. Thank God! she hasn't still eaten Momos. Otherwise, it would also be there in the list, I suppose. Last but not the least our OBAMAMOL (Obama). There is only one such piece in the world, you can't find a replacement for her. She won't listen when we tease her and there is no stopping her when she start teasing others.

(Note:- We are all missing our THAMBIALIYAN, or Ummar who is in Hyderabad.)

NAMING CONVENTIONS :

Ammini was named just because of her frequently pouring eyes. It doesn't need any specific reason for Ammini to start crying.
Usually, it is said that you are bound to change the way of dressing when you are in Bangalore. The first signs of that change was shown in Blore. But things have been changing, and the name is more suitable for Koratty.
We put Appimol that name just to rhyme with her actual name. Since we are also aware of the computer jargons, we always tease her when we use AppiSettings.
As for Koratty, it all started with one of our batchmate calling her on phone mimicking as a bank agent. When she was asked to tell her native place, she replied-"K-O-R-A-T-T-Y, koratty...do you want me to repeat it?" :-)
We didn't name Tudy, it was she herself who changed her name in everyone's mobile.
Thanks to her physique, we didn't have difficulty in finding name for Aanakutty.
And ObamaMol was one day really busy that she wouldn't even talk to Blore in communicator. So Blore named her Obama to comemorate the busy schedule of Obama , the President of U S of A.

N.B: It feels unfair to me if I don't disclose my name. It is COMMUNI. The reason behind is that I used to be always busy chatting in Communicator (chat device for our company) and also because I do follow some Communism.