26 !!!

Its been such a long time. I regret to write this line every now and then in my blog, but seriously, I kind of have lost my fluency with words or I cant think in  terms of words these days. I still remember the days when ideas always struck me on my bus journey to office. Really, those were the days, man!

I was totally intending to write on the day I turned 26. I had so many thoughts then. Must say 26 is a very tragic age to be, for me atleast. I have this strange feeling of getting old after I turned 26. Only one or two girls of our batch are yet to married and 90% of those married have already made their contribution to the country’s population. And the percentage of guys who got married is oscillating between 40 and 50. But its when the guys in your batch start having kids, that you exactly feel Grand-old. Now that that count has risen to 3, I am already feeling like a Granny.

Even though I must confess that technically, I have been in the Granny post for the past 3 years. All thanks to my Grandma who gave birth to 5 children with such spacing between them. Yeah, same to you Grandpa! Anyway I’m not going to let Aleikh (that’s my grandson) call me Granny. We seldom meet, so it’s kind of calming.
Anyways, there have been some major changes in me which I kind of noticed past 25. Like, I can watch a comedy show, comedy movie without a slight change in my lip length. Yeah, I guess I forget to laugh on such occasions. I have patience for everything in life. My genre of movies has changed from romcom to anything-but-horror-and-easy-to-digest. I can watch all 3 parts of Transformers for the umpteenth time.

I have started watching serials. These days I have been watching Iss pyar ko kya naam doon, Saath nibhana saathiya, Pyar ka dard hai, Honge judha na hum and sometimes I watch all the other ones in Star Plus just for timepass. Infact, my serial addiction has gone onto such a level that I have influenced my mom to watch it. Her understanding of hindi which had quite stopped after we got cable connection some 10 years back, is now improving. That’s quite remarkable na.

And I have become addicted to cookery shows and also to reading recipes in the magazines. Infact, these days I have experimented a lots of recipes, including rasagullas. Since I have mentioned it, I must also say that it was a failure. The rasagullas became so hard when they were kept in the refrigerator.

Anyways I intend to keep the enthu of writing going for atleast this month. My internet connection is a superb one. I can watch movies without buffering. Just skype is posing problems unknown to me. So chao for now.

Lessons learned in 2011

Happy New Year all you guys. I hope you all have a good year ahead. One that doesn't make you say that 'Oh Shit, 2011 was so much better'. I just wish I do all the blunders, all the mistakes, all the stupidities this year which can make it to my blog. Hehe :)

Since the year I took a new-year-resolution that I won't be taking any new year resolutions, I have been strictly following it. So what to write on this year's very first post. Ok! lemme write about the lessons learned during 2011.

1. Love dogs(in a broader sense pets). Put your husband and your dog in the luggage space of your car for an hour. After that open it to find out who loves you more :)

2. I have a very big apetite. A few days back I ate a full-biriyani for the first time in my life.

3. I am totally a vegetarian at heart. I still have feelings for the hens who sacrificed their lives for my tummy to satisfy.

4. Write more or atleast write something or else I will lose touch. I just don't know if I will be ever be an author which was my wish a few years ago,

5. Life before and after marriage are totally different.

6. Never ever love your job OR hate your boss as much as possible 'coz they both don't love you back.

7. People who think they are intelligent are actually not. That includes yours truly also.

8. I love love Rajnikant. If I had my go, I would certainly marry him. Over the years, love and respect for him has only increased.

9. N72 is a terrific gadget. So I have decided to live with it for more years to come. The dream of owning a Blackberry has been postponed till May 2013.

10. Driving is not my cup of tea. I have been struggling with an Activa for all these days. I live in Kochi near Kaloor. So guys, please avoid these places, k?

11. I am leaving politics for good. Its better to have I- don't-like-politics look than I-have-no-idea look. Got me?

12. I suck at mathematics. $200= Rs 880. Guess who calculated it?

13. I totally need a good picture. Realisation dawned when I needed a cover picture for my facebook timeline.

14. My blog is never gonna be so..o famous. So its high time I stop being so cautious about my identity. But since I so love 'Communi', I won't change it. But I will be more lenient.

15. I love making lists. And now you know it.

Chalo, I am winding up for now. Tata ...

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.

One month for CAT

Just 30 days more. On 1st of December, I'll be writing the actual CAT. Mind you, don't ever expect me to write here about the percentile I get. You can forget about the percentage too. My orkut profile now reads as quants takin the shit out of me, the only thing is that it's more of in a cultured manner. What else am I supposed to when the thing I thought would make my head held high is betraying me at this very moment of urgency. I am not a person who has quantophobia. Infact, it was the only subject in my 12th grade in which I got 80plus marks, which naturally makes it the percentage booster. Since I had such fabulous marks, I was sure that no Govt College would be giving me admission. Infact, I remember getting a call card of waitlist number 170 for B. A. English. Rest of my applictaions would surely have had gone into the trash. So Engineering was not an option but a rescue. Mind you, I m pretty lucky when it comes to OMR sheets. Just not lucky enough for the bank tests which I write every other weekend.

So the preps is on a full swing. Even the books I got from the institute is intact. Rather untouched. So, if any more of CAT aspirants are out there, do let me know, I can sell those books for cheap prices. I have no idea how am I going to manage to do my regular last-minute-study, when I have so many marriages to attend. Nair's on Nov 12th and Binu's on Nov 15th. She called and informed me that the marriage hall is called "Cultural centre". Remember the chukku bazaar episode? Eldhose had commented on that "avide oru chukkumilla...athukonda chukku bazaar". I wonder, if that repeats this time too with "Cultural". ;)

Speaking of Binu, I whole heartedly thank her for coming up with the idea of Madhumohan serials for my post on DD. I heard Partner really enjoyed it. A brief intro to Partner- the name is what we call each other, inspired from the hindi movie of the same name. He's a buddy from my school and college times. Good at cooking. Long time back he did give me the recipe of cutlet which I naturally forgot. Now having good time onboard. See, this is what happens with me everytime. What I was actually thinking was to post on my real Agenda for CAT. Since there is no real Agenda, I have been blabbering craps here. Anyways, I only hope CAT is just good enough atleast to keep my excitement high for the next day, Ramettan's marriage. Yeah, its happening. It's a full fledged arranged marriage. And guess what, I found out the Mr. Lover whose elopement made it to the blog in Ramettan's friends list. His profile pic has our Mrs. Lover in it. Seems like, they are happily married. All the best for all the couples mentioned here.

P.S. :- And did you hear this one. IITs are going to raise the cut offs to 80%. I wonder what I am going to do if IIMs do the same. Even if they place a 70% cut off , I won't be able to surpass it.

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.

Another T-Interview

When I told a friend of mine that I might have one more post on T-inrtvw, he screamed "Not Again". But still that wouldn't discourage me from writing this coz it has to be written. Its not everyday that you get to see a person who is completely unacceptable to you but still find that he likes you. Thanks to Blore, I have this wonderful pic of mine which is the profile pic in my matrimonial account. And I have been recieving a lot of inetersts lately because of that. I had always thought that I look awful in photos (as if I look great in person), but this pic has changed my perception. When you have the right person behind the camera, you can look great.

Ok, coming back to the point, one evening at around 8 pm I recieved a call from a guy who introduced himself as SS (I cant believe that its sheer coincidence to find that most of alliances that come for me have the guy's name starting with S). So, he told me that he had seen my profile and was interested in it. I asked him how come he got my number since the phone numbers are not displayed in my profile. He said that he had a friend whose another friend works in my company who got him my number. I assumed that he might have "expressed interest" long ago and since I was not a regular user of this portal, after finding no response from me, he thought of calling me. I told him that I will look his profile and reply him back. I did explain him that I dont access to the portal everyday and that he might have wait atleast till the weekend. And so I thought its over.

But not yet baby, he called me the next morning. When I repeated again about not having access to the site, he told me to send him my office id, so that he could send his details. I really didn't know what to say. I said ok and cut the call. After that I tried not to attend his call or reply to his messages. So as obedient daughter, I retelecasted the whole episode to my parents through phone. After a week, I again got a call from SS. This time it was from a landline number so that I won't recognise him and cut the call(Great Thinking!). Eventhough I was totally pissed off by his calls and messages, I didn't have the courage to say a direct No. So I told him that I was going home that weekend, would convey this to my parents and then let him know. Little did I realise that this was the turning point of this entire episode. When I reached my home, I was asked to search for his profile and show it to amma and achan. I told them that I didn't like him. But after coming back to Bangalore, I don't know how things changed back in my home, I got a call from amma asking for SS's number. I asked them if I don't like him, why should they talk to him. But they had some excuse that since both of us are in Bangalore, it would be easy for us to go to office and all. Wow, Now that is some reason to get married. Finally I had to give them his number. They then talked to SS and asked for his parents number. My parents talked to his parents also. But the only thing they said was that we (me and SS) should decide about going further.

So I was called by SS to fix a T-interview. I think writing the conversation would animate my post.
SS: So when shall we meet?
Me: Saturday perphaps, since I will be going home on Sunday.
SS : Oh NO, Saturday is not a good day.
Me: (What???) so may be next week
SS: No, its too long , can't we meet before that.
Me: Ok then thursday is a holiday for us since it is elections here.
SS: No, its also too long.
Me: Then I don't know.
SS: Sunday.
Me: I told you na that I going home in the evening and that I have booked tickets for a film in the morning, at 11.
SS: We can meet before that. May be at 9 am.
Me: (duh huh) ok. so where?
SS: There is an Ayyappa temple in Madiwala. Can we meet there?
Me: No its too far for me, May be forum.
SS: No, is there any temple in Tavarekere?
Me: (What!!!!!!!!) yeah there is an Ayyappa Temple there also.
SS: I will come in Auto there. So tom 9 am.
Me: (Okayyyyyyy) Ok.

What the hell man. I still couldn't believe I had to meet a guy who is Superstitious plus an Ambalavaasi. No I can't handle this one. But still I had to face it. So on the D- day, I got ready, as always, a little late. He called me to tell that the pooja is going on, and that I needn't hurry. Was I meeting the same guy who I hated so much from the beginnig? But I came back to my previous conclusion when I got a second call from him, while I was about to reach the temple.
SS: Where are you?
Me: I will reach the temple within a min.
SS: I am inside the temple, come there.
Me: No, I can't.
SS: Why?
Me: (Duhhhhh)I don't go to temples.
SS: Why?
Me: I don't go to temples. (I was quite pissed off by then)
SS: Okay.
Me: Please come outside, I will be there.
SS: Okay.

When he came outside, he again asked me why I don't to go temples. I told him that I am a communist. Guys, Please be careful while you ask girls to go to temples, the reason of she refusing it may not be always that she is a communist.
SS: Are you the only one like this in your family? Or are everyone communist?
Me: Its just me like this.
SS: Oh!!!
Just then a few girls came out of the temple.
SS: (Pointing to the girls) Look, they are all praying.
Me: (Now do you really think that's gonna change me!)
And I had this sarcastic smile on my face through the entire conversation. Well much of the conversation we had was the usual stuff, like knowing each others whereabouts and about the families. But the difference was that it was in "Art Film"mode. I was asking a question, he would answer it. And then there is silence. Meanwhile, I had started counting the no. of cars + bikes + autos passing us. He told me that he has rented a house and is living on his own. And the reason he gave for living alone in a city almost 20 hrs from Trivandrum, his hometown, was the shocker no.1. He was not getting "Peace" when he is staying with friends. Oh really! so you are not a social animal. I hadn't realised that Trivandrum is not anyway near to Palakkad and that reaching there from Bangalore is not as easy. But I still asked him how often he goes to his home. Here comes the shocker no.2. "I go only once in six months. How can I go home. I have to leave this house here alone. And here I have grown some plants too". PLANTS???. SO you don't wanna meet your parents and siblings because of your plants.

And the last thing I wanted to hear from was that he is not the ordinary guy I am looking for. He is a guy who prefers to commute in autos only unlike me who prefers to go in BMTC buses.
SS: You are going home today. By Volvo bus?(Note that travelling in bus is more costlier than in train)
Me: Nope I am going by train.
SS: So you have to go to Majestic. How will you be going there? By Auto?
Me: Nope by bus.
SS: Bus!!! ok.
But the most witty part was that eventhough it was one hell of a boring conversation, he didn't want to let me go.
Me: So... I have to go.
SS: Should you?
Me: Yeah....
SS: Oh..k ! Well then can I call you? (There was a slight hint that this question was intended to know my decision on him)
Me: No, I will give you the call after I decide.
SS: When ? By evening?
Me: No. I will talk to myparents and then let you know.
And then I scooted from that area. Before even I reached my hostel, I got messages from him thanking for coming to temple. And then another message saying that he liked me very much. He seemed to be damn impressed by a girl who is totally not his type plus a communist.It is then that I realised that the decision not to go inside the temple was more than good. What if he had tied the knot of mangalsutra. Considering the speedy approach he had in my case, I think he would have definitely done that. I felt sorry for myself having met him. And I felt sorry for him as well for liking me. But I knew that this is not the person I wanna marry, fall in love with. After I came back from my hometown, I told him that my marriage has been fixed(thats a lie, I am still single). He seemed to be shocked and did not reply me. So I had to cut the call myself by wishing him all the best. And that is how the whole thing came to an end. Well I am still in the hope I would meet "The" person in my life without having to go through such incidents anymore.

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.

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.

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.

I can't really think of anything now

Nothing is coming to my mind. No ideas. No gossips. And because me and Obama are on a treaty not to have a "War Of Blogs", it has left me with very little options to blog upon. Oh yeah! we today got a free t-shirt for attending a session or rather, for going over there and sleeping. One of the most interesting aspect of attending these sessions is that you could sometimes blabber the same things when you are having some interviews. Interviews. I think that point is a little far fetched. So we won't discuss about that here. Then what should I pen down (key down). Before I get some deadly ideas, I will say some of the good or poor jokes thats surrounds our friend's circle.

1:
It has been said that Koratty, as a child, was found in a fish basket in the Chalakudy market (the-most-famous market in kerala).

2:
Q:If K2C (abbreviation for Kamal Kumar Chawla, name not real) was K2'C' in the first phase training, what would be he called in the second phase?
Ans: K2Java

3:
Koratty to Dans : You are fat, your next generation will be even more fatter. In the third generation, they will be like a ball and would be used to play football.
Dans to Koratty : In your fifth generation, all of ur descendants can be tied together to make a broomstick.

4:
Q:Why don't a java tutor give homeworks?
Ans: In java, everything has to be written inside a "class".

5:
The best example of a metrosexual : SK when in his Green T-Shirt!

6:
Q:What is the one thing that makes AN aka Chalu Raja romantic and his pocket empty?
Ans: Chocolate Fantasy

Okies...that was all I could think of. But sure, I will come with a good topic as soon as possible.

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.