I don't understand why life throws on you situations when you have to cry like someone died.
No reason. No whatever.
Jus blues. and the blues are very very blue.
When is it going to freaking turn pink? I like pink, you know? And I miss pink. A lot.
17 November 2008
Dark blue
I don't understand why life throws on you situations when you have to cry like someone died.
No reason. No whatever.
Jus blues. and the blues are very very blue.
When is it going to freaking turn pink? I like pink, you know? And I miss pink. A lot.
19 September 2008
Zero to Hero
I certainly believe there’s another Dhirubhai Ambani in the making...
Here’s an Ode to Sarath Babu and his undaunted fervor…
Momma lean and poor
Toils all day to earn a Re 1
All the energy and love she showers
To raise her little ones
Multiple jobs she has at hand
Tired, but determined all along
Dwells on platforms, the poor man’s land
Teaches her children, right and wrong.
Many a castle she built in air
Off to school, her many children go
Kerosene lamps was all she could afford
Quality of life couldn’t suck more
Blessed she was with a boy so sweet
God’s own child, he was.
Momma’s burdens he carries on his feet
And turned around their lives full of flaws.
He toiled like an ant
Relentlessly day and night
To noone he could vent, puff or rant
But in the end, he got it all right
BITS Pilani he plunked into
Much to everyone’s surprise
Pavement to campus- a transformation, that.
Indeed he was a superman in disguise.
Polaris pecked him away from there
Three years he worked and worked
Debts he repaid with utmost care
In parallel, he studied and studied.
Three times in a row he tried
To meow the un-crackable CAT
With viral fever he was being fried
Yet, he made it through to IIM A, just like that!
Two years of relentless coaching
Dreams being fondled more and more
“No” he said to companies that poached him
“Idlies I want to sell”, he swore.
2000 rupees
Mumbai platform
Mother’s blessings
Dreams that weighed a million tonnes
Thus, the birth of ‘Food King’.
At ISTD Regional Conference today, I had the privilege of listening to Sarath Babu address us straight from the heart. He spoke about his hardships and how his single minded dedication and focus got him here. With all my gut, I can swear he’d be one of India’s most admired entrepreneurs. He’s well on his way out there…
Sarath, you inspire many a lives. You are non-modestly humble, profoundly young, gigantically sensitive to others and simply big. I know you’re going to be reading this. Here’s **bows** to you and your mother. May you continue to touch many a lives and miraculously transform them all, beneath your wings.
Here’s an Ode to Sarath Babu and his undaunted fervor…
Momma lean and poor
Toils all day to earn a Re 1
All the energy and love she showers
To raise her little ones
Multiple jobs she has at hand
Tired, but determined all along
Dwells on platforms, the poor man’s land
Teaches her children, right and wrong.
Many a castle she built in air
Off to school, her many children go
Kerosene lamps was all she could afford
Quality of life couldn’t suck more
Blessed she was with a boy so sweet
God’s own child, he was.
Momma’s burdens he carries on his feet
And turned around their lives full of flaws.
He toiled like an ant
Relentlessly day and night
To noone he could vent, puff or rant
But in the end, he got it all right
BITS Pilani he plunked into
Much to everyone’s surprise
Pavement to campus- a transformation, that.
Indeed he was a superman in disguise.
Polaris pecked him away from there
Three years he worked and worked
Debts he repaid with utmost care
In parallel, he studied and studied.
Three times in a row he tried
To meow the un-crackable CAT
With viral fever he was being fried
Yet, he made it through to IIM A, just like that!
Two years of relentless coaching
Dreams being fondled more and more
“No” he said to companies that poached him
“Idlies I want to sell”, he swore.
2000 rupees
Mumbai platform
Mother’s blessings
Dreams that weighed a million tonnes
Thus, the birth of ‘Food King’.
At ISTD Regional Conference today, I had the privilege of listening to Sarath Babu address us straight from the heart. He spoke about his hardships and how his single minded dedication and focus got him here. With all my gut, I can swear he’d be one of India’s most admired entrepreneurs. He’s well on his way out there…
Sarath, you inspire many a lives. You are non-modestly humble, profoundly young, gigantically sensitive to others and simply big. I know you’re going to be reading this. Here’s **bows** to you and your mother. May you continue to touch many a lives and miraculously transform them all, beneath your wings.
13 September 2008
How MEN just get away!
It’s amazing how some men BURY themselves in work absolutely oblivious of environment around. By environment, I mean more of social environment. They’re bestowed with the art of shutting out! They can get so self obsessed that ugh! A tsunami won’t move them.
Like it’s just so amazing how they FORGET for however long their buried in their work and for a much long time after, their near and dear ones!
Here’s a typical scenario:
Girl 1
**last night** 00.17
Girl 1
**last night** 00.23
Girl 1
**last night** 01.04
Girl 1
**this morning** 05.43
Girl 2
**this morning** 08.30
Girl 1
**this morning** 09.23
Girl 2
**this morning** 11.05
Girl 3
**this afternoon** 12.55
Girl 1
**this afternoon ** 14.00
Boy 1
**this evening** 14.25
Girl 1
**this evening** 15.59
Girl 2
**this evening ** 17.46
Girl 1
**this evening** 17.53
Girl 2
**this evening** 19.23
Girl 1
**this evening** 20.20
Girl 2
**this evening** 21.47
16 missed calls
Cell phone log, that.
And this ridiculous man finally calls back…. The women, especially Girl 1 who’s utterly frustrated, devastated, broke, miserable, angry, cry-ish, weep-ish, wail-ish, tear-ish, blubber-ish, bawl-ish, sob-ish, wimper-ish (yea I know all of these ish’s mean the same. I used the thesauraus)…. You get the point don’t you? If you’re a girl reading this, you’ve probably been in this situation 'n' number of times. And if you’re a guy, heck. I can see those ugly grins.
Yea so where was I? The man. The 16 missed calls man. He calls back…. (btw, NOT all men return calls. Even if it is 25097 missed calls, it might still go unnoticed).
Boy: “heyyyyyyyyyyy ^^girl1^^”
Girl: “why haven’t you been picking up my calls? I’ve been so worried. Is everything okay?....................................**sobs ecstatically** OR **puts up price** OR **vennnnnntttss frustration**
Boy: “blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah”
Girl: “Okay... I’m sorry. Take care. Eat on time, ^^boy^^… Please take care..”
HUH? I mean really… HUH?????!!!!!!!!
The blah’s that this boy spoke…. I don’t even want to mention! They range from flattery to oh-i-was-EXTREMELY-busy-and-haven’t-eaten-all-day stories to contingency-stories which you HAVE to believe…. Any more tactics? I can’t think of allll of them now!
There’s this boy I know who uses a new one on me:
Ignores calls, text messages on phone, emails, messages through friends, a thousand hi-pings on gtalk and all of the communication channels possible! And when he has seen too much of my vain attempts at reaching him, **ping** comes the much awaited **ping**!
Here’s a glimpse at how this strategy works:
Boy: heya!
Me: hey ^^boy^^
Boy: very busy you have become…
does not answer my calls…
reply to my messages…
eat out with me…
spend time with me…
etc.. etc…
has all the fun in coimbatore…
meano meano…
grows fat and returns…
and keeps falling all over the place!!!
but she’s the bestest!!
Me: okay yea. Your mission accomplished.
You made me smile :)
Boy: **evil grins**
Me: but that DOES NOT mean you don’t see me for the next 500 days or ignore my call
Boy: :) :)
**eyes popping out**
Well, this conversation ain’t lame. He isn’t lame, neither am I. It’s just the WAYYYYY they say it. Ridiculously charming. Adorably annoying. Cheekly cuddly.
And how we melt like useless sponges and forget all the waiting and unattended calls!
And in this case, this boy very conveniently transferred ownership of all of HIS evil deeds onto me! And very sweetly, that! How convenient! I should've recorded these conversations and attached them as audiofiles here! Grrr....
Freakin MEN! How easily you get away! Asses! I feel like poking all of your bums with needle.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
**Sigh**
But we will always love you :)
Disclaimer – I’m NOT the Girl1 or Girl2 or Girl3 registered in the 16 missed calls man's log. And this man holds no real resemblance to anyone in my life.
Reiterating: Characters Girl1,2,3 and the 16 missed calls man are FICTIOUS.
No offense meant, hope none taken!
Like it’s just so amazing how they FORGET for however long their buried in their work and for a much long time after, their near and dear ones!
Here’s a typical scenario:
Girl 1
**last night** 00.17
Girl 1
**last night** 00.23
Girl 1
**last night** 01.04
Girl 1
**this morning** 05.43
Girl 2
**this morning** 08.30
Girl 1
**this morning** 09.23
Girl 2
**this morning** 11.05
Girl 3
**this afternoon** 12.55
Girl 1
**this afternoon ** 14.00
Boy 1
**this evening** 14.25
Girl 1
**this evening** 15.59
Girl 2
**this evening ** 17.46
Girl 1
**this evening** 17.53
Girl 2
**this evening** 19.23
Girl 1
**this evening** 20.20
Girl 2
**this evening** 21.47
16 missed calls
Cell phone log, that.
And this ridiculous man finally calls back…. The women, especially Girl 1 who’s utterly frustrated, devastated, broke, miserable, angry, cry-ish, weep-ish, wail-ish, tear-ish, blubber-ish, bawl-ish, sob-ish, wimper-ish (yea I know all of these ish’s mean the same. I used the thesauraus)…. You get the point don’t you? If you’re a girl reading this, you’ve probably been in this situation 'n' number of times. And if you’re a guy, heck. I can see those ugly grins.
Yea so where was I? The man. The 16 missed calls man. He calls back…. (btw, NOT all men return calls. Even if it is 25097 missed calls, it might still go unnoticed).
Boy: “heyyyyyyyyyyy ^^girl1^^”
Girl: “why haven’t you been picking up my calls? I’ve been so worried. Is everything okay?....................................**sobs ecstatically** OR **puts up price** OR **vennnnnntttss frustration**
Boy: “blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah”
Girl: “Okay... I’m sorry. Take care. Eat on time, ^^boy^^… Please take care..”
HUH? I mean really… HUH?????!!!!!!!!
The blah’s that this boy spoke…. I don’t even want to mention! They range from flattery to oh-i-was-EXTREMELY-busy-and-haven’t-eaten-all-day stories to contingency-stories which you HAVE to believe…. Any more tactics? I can’t think of allll of them now!
There’s this boy I know who uses a new one on me:
Ignores calls, text messages on phone, emails, messages through friends, a thousand hi-pings on gtalk and all of the communication channels possible! And when he has seen too much of my vain attempts at reaching him, **ping** comes the much awaited **ping**!
Here’s a glimpse at how this strategy works:
Boy: heya!
Me: hey ^^boy^^
Boy: very busy you have become…
does not answer my calls…
reply to my messages…
eat out with me…
spend time with me…
etc.. etc…
has all the fun in coimbatore…
meano meano…
grows fat and returns…
and keeps falling all over the place!!!
but she’s the bestest!!
Me: okay yea. Your mission accomplished.
You made me smile :)
Boy: **evil grins**
Me: but that DOES NOT mean you don’t see me for the next 500 days or ignore my call
Boy: :) :)
**eyes popping out**
Well, this conversation ain’t lame. He isn’t lame, neither am I. It’s just the WAYYYYY they say it. Ridiculously charming. Adorably annoying. Cheekly cuddly.
And how we melt like useless sponges and forget all the waiting and unattended calls!
And in this case, this boy very conveniently transferred ownership of all of HIS evil deeds onto me! And very sweetly, that! How convenient! I should've recorded these conversations and attached them as audiofiles here! Grrr....
Freakin MEN! How easily you get away! Asses! I feel like poking all of your bums with needle.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
**Sigh**
But we will always love you :)
Disclaimer – I’m NOT the Girl1 or Girl2 or Girl3 registered in the 16 missed calls man's log. And this man holds no real resemblance to anyone in my life.
Reiterating: Characters Girl1,2,3 and the 16 missed calls man are FICTIOUS.
No offense meant, hope none taken!
Low log
Do I call it coincidence or what? I always end up thinking about my beloved blog only when I’m low. So much so, it looks like a blog of some eternally depressed soul. So on those rare occasions when I tell people that I own a blog, I begin the blog advertisement with a disclaimer. One that states, don’t get scandalized by the number of depressing posts out there. It jus so happens, that my blog serves as quite a vent-out-receiving machine, most times…
Now that might get you to think I’m low now… Well, I don’t know. I had long day. A very long one, that. HR Symphony. Event went on well. Not like I had much to do…
Somewhere, there has been some disconnect. I had an amaaaaaaaazing trip to Coimbatore a couple of days ago. A part-adventurous one, too. Strange, I feel quite funny now. Pretty much the other extreme.
Despite all the fun I have, off and on… These lows seem to be hitting quite hard. Hmmpf. Okay, I need sleep. Ta.
I just feel like putting this picture...
Now that might get you to think I’m low now… Well, I don’t know. I had long day. A very long one, that. HR Symphony. Event went on well. Not like I had much to do…
Somewhere, there has been some disconnect. I had an amaaaaaaaazing trip to Coimbatore a couple of days ago. A part-adventurous one, too. Strange, I feel quite funny now. Pretty much the other extreme.
Despite all the fun I have, off and on… These lows seem to be hitting quite hard. Hmmpf. Okay, I need sleep. Ta.
I just feel like putting this picture...
07 August 2008
Beat the Challenge Blue-Black
Frustration
Pressure
Depression
Anger
Yelling
Deadlines
Ego
More frustration
Creativity block CRISIS
Wakeful night
Aggressive morning
Breathing in deep
Jogging profusely
Taking a nice cold shower
Praying hard
Start over
Search. Look. Browse. Hunt. Research.
Vain
Complete vain
Waste of time
Deadline reminder
More frustration
Seeks advice
Frantic phone calls
Chat scripts and ideas
Stubborn
*Feel good pat* from friend far of
Breathing again
Deeper, this time
Rejuvenating Chi
Fresh mind
Hours and hours of undivided attention
Unbounded commitment
Finished
Proof read
Review
Satisfied
*Smiles*
*Pat pat pat pat*
*More smiles*
*Joy*
*Happy sleep*
17 July 2008
She...
Cries when she’s thrilled
Wails ecstatically when upset
Expresses so easily
Feels from the bottom of her heart
Goes out of her way to make someone happy
Finds silliest things cute
Can make people laugh
Expects...
Gives selflessly
Cares more with time
Is oh so sensitive
Espouses what her special people like
Gets hurt so easily…
Laughs like a butterfly instantly
Sleeps like an angel…
Loves like there’s no tomorrow
but...
She
is also
STRONG
Wails ecstatically when upset
Expresses so easily
Feels from the bottom of her heart
Goes out of her way to make someone happy
Finds silliest things cute
Can make people laugh
Expects...
Gives selflessly
Cares more with time
Is oh so sensitive
Espouses what her special people like
Gets hurt so easily…
Laughs like a butterfly instantly
Sleeps like an angel…
Loves like there’s no tomorrow
but...
She
is also
STRONG
13 July 2008
Mind your business
Come
Have fun
Laugh
Go
Come
Speak your heart
Cry
Go
Come
Crib
Feel lighter
Go
Come
Hug
Feel human
Go
Come
Admit your confusion
Seek advice
Go
Come
Work
Work more
Go
Come
Sing
Unite
Go
But DON’T you freakin
Come
Comment unsolicited
Hurt me
And go.
MIND your business.
You don’t look like God.
You’re not God.
You can’t be one either.
Look at yourself full of flaws.
I’m way better.
Don’t you freakin come my way.
I’m fine.
By myself.
Have fun
Laugh
Go
Come
Speak your heart
Cry
Go
Come
Crib
Feel lighter
Go
Come
Hug
Feel human
Go
Come
Admit your confusion
Seek advice
Go
Come
Work
Work more
Go
Come
Sing
Unite
Go
But DON’T you freakin
Come
Comment unsolicited
Hurt me
And go.
MIND your business.
You don’t look like God.
You’re not God.
You can’t be one either.
Look at yourself full of flaws.
I’m way better.
Don’t you freakin come my way.
I’m fine.
By myself.
06 July 2008
Ravaging dent
And he kicked her with these.
Her:
Broken heart.
Tears made brooks.
Simple craving.
Ravaging dent.
Pitiful woes.
Darned heart.
Him:
Itchy heart.
Whims and fancies.
Greed, imprudence and more.
Hoodwinked her.
Deceived her also.
Foolhardy heart.
Her:
Kneels before God.
Prays unto Him.
For Forgiveness.
For him.
*Pristine heart*
01 July 2008
Impulsive Post
Okay. Jus some blah stuff.
Here's what I really want to do:
1. Write a freaking nice post on this blog. I know I've ignored it tooo long.
2. Bash up the boy who's pulling my leg on Gtalk now. He's calls himself Bee.
3. Learn "Devanganangal" and "La tibki" songs, NOW. Challenging.
4. Finish up my pending articles
5. Jive my life out (I should learn to Jive first)
6. Slap someone's face real hard. Like I mean HARD. Bee seems most likely to be my victim :)
7. Prick the puss off my finger. It's swollen to thrice its volume, for quite a bit now.
8. Buy an Optra
9. Eat corn cheese balls, bread with spinach dip, D9 salad and B29 pasta at Little Italy
I cant think of more.
Actually I thought of one more.
10. Get some sleep now.
Here's what I really want to do:
1. Write a freaking nice post on this blog. I know I've ignored it tooo long.
2. Bash up the boy who's pulling my leg on Gtalk now. He's calls himself Bee.
3. Learn "Devanganangal" and "La tibki" songs, NOW. Challenging.
4. Finish up my pending articles
5. Jive my life out (I should learn to Jive first)
6. Slap someone's face real hard. Like I mean HARD. Bee seems most likely to be my victim :)
7. Prick the puss off my finger. It's swollen to thrice its volume, for quite a bit now.
8. Buy an Optra
9. Eat corn cheese balls, bread with spinach dip, D9 salad and B29 pasta at Little Italy
I cant think of more.
Actually I thought of one more.
10. Get some sleep now.
20 June 2008
Bliss...
Just experienced a moment of bliss…
One moment that sent me CHILLS down my body, mind and soul….
I feel numb now, unable to believe what I just went through…
But it is one moment I’ll remember for life…
God, I love you…
19 March 2008
21 years...
I think God has just decided to bless me more and more, as he does a plus one to my age, every year…
No expectations, just a simple day, was all I wanted… A day with my dearest ones… Happy and smiling…
12am to 2am was like two hours of continuous smiles and thank you’s from my end… thoroughly excited and refreshed with every one who called in to wish me…
V boy drove down at 12.30 and mommy was surprisingly nice enough to let me go downstairs to see him. I had the prettiest half an hour, ever… and certainly, more than I’d ever have asked for. It was like a fantasy. I couldn’t believe my day actually began with V’s wishes, that too, in person!
Distance is NO bar for a relationship… Shooti, my nri singaporee friend sent me an email. I choose not to even write about it. But it was something that made my emotions flow criss-cross in an icily numb state of mind… I just wished my birthday was over right then, cos’ I’d already had some very unexpectedly heavenly moments…
Woke up this morning, to many more pretty calls and more from ma, pa and bro… Finally got out of my bed, feeling anew. Refreshed and adorned myself in pretty clothes and headed to meet the Lord. I could actually see Him smiling and me and saying “Rock on” :) He showed me a thumbs up as well! :) The priest laid my flowers at His feet and I just sat right there, thanking Him for all that He has given me in 21 years of my life…
Sanju boy called in alas, after college and we went to Barbeque Nation in T Nagar. Sir loved the place and we had a lovely time together, catching up on times… Also recollecting the years we’ve spent together and how life has changed… We were soon joined by Divu who instantly spread her charisma and changed the tone of the afternoon to a very chirpy, bubbly, high energy one. A birthday card that has the sweetest words etched on it, a cherubic portrait of the two of us framed to exactness that any beholder would cast eyes on and some very pretty kurtas, all wrapped with loads of love and hugs was what she bequeathed me with right then. Little did I know, there was more to come…
We got back home all stuffed with food and lots of burp. That’s ideally what you would call a “pig out” session cos’ that’s how much we ate. We relaxed for a while, we had a megha-song-listening session plus a picture-seeing session coupled with conversation… We then set out for some coffee. Strangely Divu wanted to go to “cotton world” to “check out” some clothes… So we did that and then went to Movenpick and I see V boy, Clydo and Michelle right there!! I assumed it was coincidence that they were there too! And soon beat my head to realize that this was a lil surprise party that they threw for me!!! (Courtesy: Clyde and Divya. **hugs**) Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I was just so lost and it took a while to sink in that it’s my birthday and I’m right there with my dearest people!! V boy asked me to turn around and I see a huge box out there, as tall as me. “Open it, that’s your gift”, he said. It was a box that can probably fit in a refrigerator in it!
I open that big thing, just to find my clone in it. A bigger clone. A lifesize teddy bear. Like really HUGE. I lost it! It was the most unexpected thing ever. It’s something I’d take care of more than I might even care for my own child. Here’s what my new family member looks like:
All of us went to Tangerine from there… Sanju couldn’t join us, unfortunately. Raka and Rahul joined us out there. We had a lovely time at dinner. Tripping on each other, roaring and laughing! That’s all we did. Listening to Beatles in the background was a treat as well. It was then time for birthday cake! Can anything ever beat the joy of cutting a birthday cake?! Pretty moments…
Finally bid bye to all… V boy dropped Divu, Teddy bear and me home…
My irreplaceable lil brother who had been counting every minute welcomed me back home with open arms. My cousin Murali and ma lit up and gave me their best smiles. Bro had bought me a lovely birthday cake as well. ‘Fooo’ I blew the candles and cut my birthday cake and sweetened their tongues.
Divu and I then got back to my room… Found a courier from Sangee who’d sent it all the way from Hyderabad. I choked for I couldn’t take surprises anymore. Utterly touched, I opened each one of my gifts and cherished them all…
I don’t know. I’ve never thought I deserved any of this. To be loved is the best gift any human being can ever get. I’ve been showered bountifully with all the love of God through all my wonderful people.
Rohan, Prasad – thanks for the innumerable sms’s all through the day. You were incredibly sweet…
To EACH and EVERY ONE of you who remembered me today… Thanks a bunch. You really made my day…. I love you all so much. I cant cry more…
Happy tears…
Cheers,
Me
No expectations, just a simple day, was all I wanted… A day with my dearest ones… Happy and smiling…
12am to 2am was like two hours of continuous smiles and thank you’s from my end… thoroughly excited and refreshed with every one who called in to wish me…
V boy drove down at 12.30 and mommy was surprisingly nice enough to let me go downstairs to see him. I had the prettiest half an hour, ever… and certainly, more than I’d ever have asked for. It was like a fantasy. I couldn’t believe my day actually began with V’s wishes, that too, in person!
Distance is NO bar for a relationship… Shooti, my nri singaporee friend sent me an email. I choose not to even write about it. But it was something that made my emotions flow criss-cross in an icily numb state of mind… I just wished my birthday was over right then, cos’ I’d already had some very unexpectedly heavenly moments…
Woke up this morning, to many more pretty calls and more from ma, pa and bro… Finally got out of my bed, feeling anew. Refreshed and adorned myself in pretty clothes and headed to meet the Lord. I could actually see Him smiling and me and saying “Rock on” :) He showed me a thumbs up as well! :) The priest laid my flowers at His feet and I just sat right there, thanking Him for all that He has given me in 21 years of my life…
Sanju boy called in alas, after college and we went to Barbeque Nation in T Nagar. Sir loved the place and we had a lovely time together, catching up on times… Also recollecting the years we’ve spent together and how life has changed… We were soon joined by Divu who instantly spread her charisma and changed the tone of the afternoon to a very chirpy, bubbly, high energy one. A birthday card that has the sweetest words etched on it, a cherubic portrait of the two of us framed to exactness that any beholder would cast eyes on and some very pretty kurtas, all wrapped with loads of love and hugs was what she bequeathed me with right then. Little did I know, there was more to come…
We got back home all stuffed with food and lots of burp. That’s ideally what you would call a “pig out” session cos’ that’s how much we ate. We relaxed for a while, we had a megha-song-listening session plus a picture-seeing session coupled with conversation… We then set out for some coffee. Strangely Divu wanted to go to “cotton world” to “check out” some clothes… So we did that and then went to Movenpick and I see V boy, Clydo and Michelle right there!! I assumed it was coincidence that they were there too! And soon beat my head to realize that this was a lil surprise party that they threw for me!!! (Courtesy: Clyde and Divya. **hugs**) Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I was just so lost and it took a while to sink in that it’s my birthday and I’m right there with my dearest people!! V boy asked me to turn around and I see a huge box out there, as tall as me. “Open it, that’s your gift”, he said. It was a box that can probably fit in a refrigerator in it!
I open that big thing, just to find my clone in it. A bigger clone. A lifesize teddy bear. Like really HUGE. I lost it! It was the most unexpected thing ever. It’s something I’d take care of more than I might even care for my own child. Here’s what my new family member looks like:
All of us went to Tangerine from there… Sanju couldn’t join us, unfortunately. Raka and Rahul joined us out there. We had a lovely time at dinner. Tripping on each other, roaring and laughing! That’s all we did. Listening to Beatles in the background was a treat as well. It was then time for birthday cake! Can anything ever beat the joy of cutting a birthday cake?! Pretty moments…
Finally bid bye to all… V boy dropped Divu, Teddy bear and me home…
My irreplaceable lil brother who had been counting every minute welcomed me back home with open arms. My cousin Murali and ma lit up and gave me their best smiles. Bro had bought me a lovely birthday cake as well. ‘Fooo’ I blew the candles and cut my birthday cake and sweetened their tongues.
Divu and I then got back to my room… Found a courier from Sangee who’d sent it all the way from Hyderabad. I choked for I couldn’t take surprises anymore. Utterly touched, I opened each one of my gifts and cherished them all…
I don’t know. I’ve never thought I deserved any of this. To be loved is the best gift any human being can ever get. I’ve been showered bountifully with all the love of God through all my wonderful people.
Rohan, Prasad – thanks for the innumerable sms’s all through the day. You were incredibly sweet…
To EACH and EVERY ONE of you who remembered me today… Thanks a bunch. You really made my day…. I love you all so much. I cant cry more…
Happy tears…
Cheers,
Me
08 March 2008
Profound Musings…
Life goes around in circles… Ups and downs are inevitable in anyone’s life. It’s amazing how you can laugh your lungs out at one particular time of the day and have the most depressing moment with even just a phone call, a minute or two after that wonderful laugh! Unpredictable, yet that’s how it is…
So many wonderful people have been a part of my life, all through these 20 years… and as I’m nearing completion of 21 years, I realize I’ve never really stopped by to thank anyone or tell them how special they are and how pretty they’ve made my life…
Even though I hate to admit, my happiness/sorrow depends to a large extent on incidents, people in my life. Yeah, that’s pretty much how it is for all of us, but I guess I’m the one notch extra dependant on my friends, family. You know what I’m talking about – emotional attachment. Finding peace by myself, just being with myself is not so easy for me. I prefer a bunch of people around me all the time. Nothing can replace moments of togetherness and fun a bunch of nice friends share – be it over a cup of coffee or a plate full of yummy food. I would give up lone space to group fun, any day…
My life hasn’t changed around too much, at least over the last 2 years. But I see rampant change in my social circle – each one in different parts of the globe, doing different things. Strange that I’m more connected to those outside the city than those inside! And somehow I don’t feel like I’m doing enough to make any of these wonderful people feel that they really mean the world to me…
I know I’m just going to complete 21 years of age and that isn’t much. But I find myself going on my knees and pleading for more time cos’ things are changing a little too fast. My extra emotional conversation with my mom made me realize I’m not even going to have the privilege of living with my parents under one roof for say more than 2-3 yeas from now. God knows work or marriage is going to take me.
Like I was mentioning before, most of my extra good friends have already left the city and are making their own lives as they have shaped destiny… Some of my other friends are on their way outside, to make themselves better lives. Here I am, struggling all by myself. I don’t have the least of willingness to let anyone go. I just want everything to be just as pretty as it used to be. All I want is more and more moments of togetherness and laughter. Seemingly, I can do that only through the e-world or the phone-world now. Thanks to technology, I can at least do that!
Anyways, on that note here I am, adopting another media of technology – blogging, to tell you all lovely people out there, that I miss you and I’m going to miss you more. Thanks for making my life so inevitably pretty and meaningful all along. Thanks for making me what I am. Thanks for just being there, always…
I love you all – family, friends…
**wailing ecstatically; joy meets sorrow**
So many wonderful people have been a part of my life, all through these 20 years… and as I’m nearing completion of 21 years, I realize I’ve never really stopped by to thank anyone or tell them how special they are and how pretty they’ve made my life…
Even though I hate to admit, my happiness/sorrow depends to a large extent on incidents, people in my life. Yeah, that’s pretty much how it is for all of us, but I guess I’m the one notch extra dependant on my friends, family. You know what I’m talking about – emotional attachment. Finding peace by myself, just being with myself is not so easy for me. I prefer a bunch of people around me all the time. Nothing can replace moments of togetherness and fun a bunch of nice friends share – be it over a cup of coffee or a plate full of yummy food. I would give up lone space to group fun, any day…
My life hasn’t changed around too much, at least over the last 2 years. But I see rampant change in my social circle – each one in different parts of the globe, doing different things. Strange that I’m more connected to those outside the city than those inside! And somehow I don’t feel like I’m doing enough to make any of these wonderful people feel that they really mean the world to me…
I know I’m just going to complete 21 years of age and that isn’t much. But I find myself going on my knees and pleading for more time cos’ things are changing a little too fast. My extra emotional conversation with my mom made me realize I’m not even going to have the privilege of living with my parents under one roof for say more than 2-3 yeas from now. God knows work or marriage is going to take me.
Like I was mentioning before, most of my extra good friends have already left the city and are making their own lives as they have shaped destiny… Some of my other friends are on their way outside, to make themselves better lives. Here I am, struggling all by myself. I don’t have the least of willingness to let anyone go. I just want everything to be just as pretty as it used to be. All I want is more and more moments of togetherness and laughter. Seemingly, I can do that only through the e-world or the phone-world now. Thanks to technology, I can at least do that!
Anyways, on that note here I am, adopting another media of technology – blogging, to tell you all lovely people out there, that I miss you and I’m going to miss you more. Thanks for making my life so inevitably pretty and meaningful all along. Thanks for making me what I am. Thanks for just being there, always…
I love you all – family, friends…
**wailing ecstatically; joy meets sorrow**
31 December 2007
MY REFLECTIONS, on this special day…
"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt within the heart"
Helen Keller
There are these moments that leave you bereft of words. Moments those stir every emotion in you and form a kaleidoscope of nothingness. Today was one such day, where I was lost in the world of the challenged, breathing every minute of their existence.
Today, 30 December 2007 is a day chosen to celebrate Music God A.R. Rahman’s 41st birthday(which is on the 6 January 2007). A bunch of extremely genuine, socially conscious Rahman music slaves (that’s a degree higher than fans) decided to do something noble on his birthday. After a lot of thought process and option-exploring-sessions, Rahmaniacs, as they (read- we) proudly call themselves (read- ourselves), decided to spend a day with the inmates of an organization called Nethrodaya, a home for the Blind.
Rahmaniacs certainly have qualities of their idol imbibed in them. They’re bouquet of simple, humble people who belong to different backgrounds united with the power of A.R. Rahman’s heavenly music. We celebrated his birthday, with God’s special people – the visually challenged.
The day began with everybody feasting breakfast king-size. Meanwhile, we had our Rahmaniacs’ band inaugurating the day by invoking A.R. Rahman’s presence amidst us. Singer Pop Shalini, the guest for the day, did the honors, by cutting the piano shaped cake as we all sang “Happy Birthday to Rahman Sir”. The first piece of cake was received by Rani, one of the inmates in Nethrodaya. She was someone whom we all named “Paadum Rani”, owing to her singing prowess! Pop Shalini and myself sang a couple of A.R. Rahman numbers and then our very on Rahmaniacs’ band put together a wonderful show for us all.
The best part of the day, was the contest that we had for the inmates. We had our self-manufactured DJ who played some wonderful interludes of Rahman songs while the inmates had to identify the song and sing it! The enthusiasm we witnessed was rather infectious! We were awestruck by the response each one of them gave us as music penetrated into their ears. They were on their toes, throwing their hands up in the air, to identify the songs and grab the brownie points. Every correct identification of song was followed by truck-loads of applause, and all of us singing the song, in one voice. We even had a tie breaker and quiz for the ones that competed for the first and second position! This was one of the most gratifying events ever.
These people are indeed special. I made my way to this very pretty inmate called Pricilla, first. Introduced myself as Megha and she was elated! She patted my head and said she enjoyed my singing. I held her hands as we chitchatted about our lives. She was telling me all about herself – her routine for the day, how she travels by bus by herself for her computer classes. She felt my hands, my hair and said she’s really sure I look beautiful. She showered generous words of kindness and said, “Please come back and visit us whenever you can”. I was choking already. I did not know if I had the courage to talk to another inmate… I made myself feel really small in front of their might and strength.
Next came four other little girls, who were physically challenged. Rosy, Padma, Madhavi and Selvi… They were all really excited as we talked about each other’s lives. Incredibly touching. I was surprised when they sang along with me, when I did a mini private performance of my songs, on demand! It felt overwhelming to be at my end, where I am an ordinary person at heart, but get treated like an extraordinary person by these people. They tore a piece of white paper into equal fours and asked me to sign them autographs with my contact details. They said, they will be at my doorstep one fine day… I smiled with all my heart and invited them over, fighting back tears at the same time…
Next came, the Paadum Rani, as I have already introduced her earlier. She is an amazing vocalist and sings at concersts, as well. When I asked her, about her achievements and what she feels about it. All she said was that she wants to improve on her singing and her dream is to at least sing a scratch track for a music director. She loves singing “melodies”, she proudly beamed. I held her right hand with a pen, as we signed “Paadum Rani” with a smiley on the A.R. Rahman Birthday Wish Card that did its rounds. Rani expressed her joy as we wrote each letter of her name on the card, together…
Rahmanias were all in Cloud 100… The event filled our hearts in totality. We saw that as each one expressed in their own way. Each one of the Rahmaniacs went out of their way in doing their lil bit, towards the success of this event. Dedication and passion showed in their every gesture. This event is indeed very special to each one of us. We dedicate it to the man, we worship – A.R.Rahman. We are thrilled to have spent his birthday in a way, he’d wanted us to have celebrated it...
Rahmaniacs – Thanks a million for making me a part of this event, so willingly. You guys were incredibly sweet. I’m humbled by all your gestures. Please accept my gratitude with a smile. The very first event turned out nicer than we all imagined it to be. Here’s hoping every one of you get together for many such events. Let’s spread the divinity of Rahman’s music to many more special people, as one family.
In specific – John, Vithur, Narayan. Thanks for coordinating with me all along :)
On that note, here’s wishing all of you Rahmaniacs, a very Happy New Year..
May God bless our Rahman and all of us in abundance this year, and for years to come.
Regards,
Megha
PS:
Log onto: http://www.nethrodaya.org
For more pictures: http://picasaweb.google.com/Narayan.Srivathsan/RahmanBdayCelebrationPics
Helen Keller
There are these moments that leave you bereft of words. Moments those stir every emotion in you and form a kaleidoscope of nothingness. Today was one such day, where I was lost in the world of the challenged, breathing every minute of their existence.
Today, 30 December 2007 is a day chosen to celebrate Music God A.R. Rahman’s 41st birthday(which is on the 6 January 2007). A bunch of extremely genuine, socially conscious Rahman music slaves (that’s a degree higher than fans) decided to do something noble on his birthday. After a lot of thought process and option-exploring-sessions, Rahmaniacs, as they (read- we) proudly call themselves (read- ourselves), decided to spend a day with the inmates of an organization called Nethrodaya, a home for the Blind.
Rahmaniacs certainly have qualities of their idol imbibed in them. They’re bouquet of simple, humble people who belong to different backgrounds united with the power of A.R. Rahman’s heavenly music. We celebrated his birthday, with God’s special people – the visually challenged.
The day began with everybody feasting breakfast king-size. Meanwhile, we had our Rahmaniacs’ band inaugurating the day by invoking A.R. Rahman’s presence amidst us. Singer Pop Shalini, the guest for the day, did the honors, by cutting the piano shaped cake as we all sang “Happy Birthday to Rahman Sir”. The first piece of cake was received by Rani, one of the inmates in Nethrodaya. She was someone whom we all named “Paadum Rani”, owing to her singing prowess! Pop Shalini and myself sang a couple of A.R. Rahman numbers and then our very on Rahmaniacs’ band put together a wonderful show for us all.
The best part of the day, was the contest that we had for the inmates. We had our self-manufactured DJ who played some wonderful interludes of Rahman songs while the inmates had to identify the song and sing it! The enthusiasm we witnessed was rather infectious! We were awestruck by the response each one of them gave us as music penetrated into their ears. They were on their toes, throwing their hands up in the air, to identify the songs and grab the brownie points. Every correct identification of song was followed by truck-loads of applause, and all of us singing the song, in one voice. We even had a tie breaker and quiz for the ones that competed for the first and second position! This was one of the most gratifying events ever.
These people are indeed special. I made my way to this very pretty inmate called Pricilla, first. Introduced myself as Megha and she was elated! She patted my head and said she enjoyed my singing. I held her hands as we chitchatted about our lives. She was telling me all about herself – her routine for the day, how she travels by bus by herself for her computer classes. She felt my hands, my hair and said she’s really sure I look beautiful. She showered generous words of kindness and said, “Please come back and visit us whenever you can”. I was choking already. I did not know if I had the courage to talk to another inmate… I made myself feel really small in front of their might and strength.
Next came four other little girls, who were physically challenged. Rosy, Padma, Madhavi and Selvi… They were all really excited as we talked about each other’s lives. Incredibly touching. I was surprised when they sang along with me, when I did a mini private performance of my songs, on demand! It felt overwhelming to be at my end, where I am an ordinary person at heart, but get treated like an extraordinary person by these people. They tore a piece of white paper into equal fours and asked me to sign them autographs with my contact details. They said, they will be at my doorstep one fine day… I smiled with all my heart and invited them over, fighting back tears at the same time…
Next came, the Paadum Rani, as I have already introduced her earlier. She is an amazing vocalist and sings at concersts, as well. When I asked her, about her achievements and what she feels about it. All she said was that she wants to improve on her singing and her dream is to at least sing a scratch track for a music director. She loves singing “melodies”, she proudly beamed. I held her right hand with a pen, as we signed “Paadum Rani” with a smiley on the A.R. Rahman Birthday Wish Card that did its rounds. Rani expressed her joy as we wrote each letter of her name on the card, together…
Rahmanias were all in Cloud 100… The event filled our hearts in totality. We saw that as each one expressed in their own way. Each one of the Rahmaniacs went out of their way in doing their lil bit, towards the success of this event. Dedication and passion showed in their every gesture. This event is indeed very special to each one of us. We dedicate it to the man, we worship – A.R.Rahman. We are thrilled to have spent his birthday in a way, he’d wanted us to have celebrated it...
Rahmaniacs – Thanks a million for making me a part of this event, so willingly. You guys were incredibly sweet. I’m humbled by all your gestures. Please accept my gratitude with a smile. The very first event turned out nicer than we all imagined it to be. Here’s hoping every one of you get together for many such events. Let’s spread the divinity of Rahman’s music to many more special people, as one family.
In specific – John, Vithur, Narayan. Thanks for coordinating with me all along :)
On that note, here’s wishing all of you Rahmaniacs, a very Happy New Year..
May God bless our Rahman and all of us in abundance this year, and for years to come.
Regards,
Megha
PS:
Log onto: http://www.nethrodaya.org
For more pictures: http://picasaweb.google.com/Narayan.Srivathsan/RahmanBdayCelebrationPics
19 December 2007
Hey There Delilah
For once, I wish my name were Delilah. And I wish more than anything else, someone sang this song called ‘Hey There Delilah’ for me…
This song just fills me up…There’s something about this song that just makes you feel like an innocent lil school girl, who’s just so blessed to have a boy that loves you more than anything else in this world... Life would be so pretty if all men were like this, meaning every word of this song…
This song does weird things to me, every time I listen to it… And this song cannot get any better than it already is….
If you haven’t heard it, here goes the link:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbJtYqBYCV8
And if you’ve heard it, that’s still the link… Listen again…
Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.
This is the simplest song ever, with the prettiest words, ever…. Love in its most pristine form. One song beats all the love songs that have ever been churned out so far… His voice, the simplicity, I dunno.. Love…
I know I’ve found a song that’s gonna comfort me at all times…. And make me fee like a pretty lil girl in my heart always..
Thanks a bunch, Raka for introducing me to this song, and to a world of pretty music that you so generously share with me..
**hugs**
**smiling with grateful twinkle in my eyes**
This song just fills me up…There’s something about this song that just makes you feel like an innocent lil school girl, who’s just so blessed to have a boy that loves you more than anything else in this world... Life would be so pretty if all men were like this, meaning every word of this song…
This song does weird things to me, every time I listen to it… And this song cannot get any better than it already is….
If you haven’t heard it, here goes the link:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbJtYqBYCV8
And if you’ve heard it, that’s still the link… Listen again…
Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.
This is the simplest song ever, with the prettiest words, ever…. Love in its most pristine form. One song beats all the love songs that have ever been churned out so far… His voice, the simplicity, I dunno.. Love…
I know I’ve found a song that’s gonna comfort me at all times…. And make me fee like a pretty lil girl in my heart always..
Thanks a bunch, Raka for introducing me to this song, and to a world of pretty music that you so generously share with me..
**hugs**
**smiling with grateful twinkle in my eyes**
03 December 2007
FACET PRESSURE!
A lot of you may be able to connect to this – when you are jobless, you are so extremely bored to tears that you’d do anything to get your mind occupied. When you have work, that’s when more, and more, and still more of work come in from nowhere! How the heck would anyone multi-task when work just keeeeeeeeps coming in?!
The last minute master that I am and so happens that the college I study in is filled with many such me’s… We finally decide to wake up and WORK our asses off for the upcoming big event “HR Symphony”, which by the way, all of you are invited to.
Date: 6 December 2007; Venue: Madras School of Social Work, Egmore, Chennai.
Theme => HR – A Strategic Business Partner
I wish my blog had more traffic, I’d have attached e-invites and I could perhaps even bet on the number of people that’d turn up :P
Four days before the event, when we just about begin with the major part of the work, Ms. Megha gets busy, leaving Harini in a fix! Megha gets called for a shoot by Mega TV, she gets a dozen recordings that she’d LOVE to go to, she has someone from the press that suddenly decides to write a story on her ‘journey as a playback singer’ **chuckles**, she’s booked by another coupla event organizers to “judge” some music events, her next movie releases and she’s all excited about it – she attends her first audio release function! Harini’s choking on the other end, wanting to pat Megha’s back at one end and kick her butt at the same time! Now, DON’T picturize that!!!
And then there’s another part of her that writes. Serious stuff. Dont ask me what, thats for me to know and you to wonder! :D She works on deadlines, btw. So that’s more work!! Apart from this, there is this eternal be-a-chivalrous-sister that I have to play all the time. For that lil boy of mine just demands I take him out to eat, libraryfy, stationeryfy….. Momma that gives me gharelu work, daddy that’s behind my life to get my medicines (which I’ve been putting away for a long time now)….. All my friends who have been socially inactive all along suddenly decide to meet their long lost friend called Harini… I just remembered – I have to go to the tailor to get my accessories done for college uniform saree! Damn o damn! Pongal o pongal! Naa dead o deaddu!
Moral of the Story:
• Be kind. I’m suffering from Multiple Personality Disorder. Multiple facet pressure, I say! Hence, the disorder. Reiterating - BE KIND.
• Megha just went a lil overboard with her trumpet-blowing business, that she’d like to modestly call PR **tongue-out smiley**.. Forgive her! Well, she actually doesnt do all of that.. or maybe she does :P
• Pray for Harini and the event that she’s a part of! It better go off well, or people will assassinate her. You don’t want to attend a funeral, do you?
thats me! anyone wants to shove in another hand into me?!
The last minute master that I am and so happens that the college I study in is filled with many such me’s… We finally decide to wake up and WORK our asses off for the upcoming big event “HR Symphony”, which by the way, all of you are invited to.
Date: 6 December 2007; Venue: Madras School of Social Work, Egmore, Chennai.
Theme => HR – A Strategic Business Partner
I wish my blog had more traffic, I’d have attached e-invites and I could perhaps even bet on the number of people that’d turn up :P
Four days before the event, when we just about begin with the major part of the work, Ms. Megha gets busy, leaving Harini in a fix! Megha gets called for a shoot by Mega TV, she gets a dozen recordings that she’d LOVE to go to, she has someone from the press that suddenly decides to write a story on her ‘journey as a playback singer’ **chuckles**, she’s booked by another coupla event organizers to “judge” some music events, her next movie releases and she’s all excited about it – she attends her first audio release function! Harini’s choking on the other end, wanting to pat Megha’s back at one end and kick her butt at the same time! Now, DON’T picturize that!!!
And then there’s another part of her that writes. Serious stuff. Dont ask me what, thats for me to know and you to wonder! :D She works on deadlines, btw. So that’s more work!! Apart from this, there is this eternal be-a-chivalrous-sister that I have to play all the time. For that lil boy of mine just demands I take him out to eat, libraryfy, stationeryfy….. Momma that gives me gharelu work, daddy that’s behind my life to get my medicines (which I’ve been putting away for a long time now)….. All my friends who have been socially inactive all along suddenly decide to meet their long lost friend called Harini… I just remembered – I have to go to the tailor to get my accessories done for college uniform saree! Damn o damn! Pongal o pongal! Naa dead o deaddu!
Moral of the Story:
• Be kind. I’m suffering from Multiple Personality Disorder. Multiple facet pressure, I say! Hence, the disorder. Reiterating - BE KIND.
• Megha just went a lil overboard with her trumpet-blowing business, that she’d like to modestly call PR **tongue-out smiley**.. Forgive her! Well, she actually doesnt do all of that.. or maybe she does :P
• Pray for Harini and the event that she’s a part of! It better go off well, or people will assassinate her. You don’t want to attend a funeral, do you?
thats me! anyone wants to shove in another hand into me?!
25 November 2007
Baby Spree...
Women are LUCKY…. Even if she’s beaten up everyday and shunned by everyone… She’s still lucky. For there’s one thing She can do, that He cant….
I’ve two happy pregnant women in my family… One of them just delivered – a pretty lil baby girl! :) so that makes it only one more pregnant woman now.. :P
Amma, appa, my cousin, his wife and I went over to the hospital today, to see the baby. We stepped in and saw a lil thing eyes tightly closed, hands clasped so tight, sleeping so cosily. She had such tiny hands, legs… and a really tiny nose.. even tinier nails….. I watched this lil creation in AWE… and I still cant get over it.. I could see her breathe.. and she freckled, moved her arms and legs while still fast asleep… I was so tempted to touch her… but my finger looks HUGE in comparison to her.. how can babies be so tiny?
I was just so thrilled to watch that lil thing in her own world. She’s just three days old. The joy on everyone’s face there was more than just evident… the grandparents were happy on their newly acquired status. The mother gazed at her creation, her emotions I just can’t express… Daddy boy was all excited… saying “thanks” to all the “congrats” that he received from every one of us. The lil baby’s older brother stood right next to his 3-day old sister, guarding her from all of us. He would say “don’t touch” if any of us came closer than he allowed us to! He demands that his baby sister be called ‘Sreeja’…
I keep chatting with the currently pregnant sister of mine…. Listening to her describe what she goes through everyday fills me up…. This is one of the most amazing creations of Nature… I mean, to have a real living being created inside you…. for all that the mother does just to feel the lil creature kicking her….
My mum recollected so fondly those days when she was carrying me and then my brother… how she took care of me when I was jus as tiny as ‘Sreeja’… to what food I ate… how I crawled… took my first walk…. To how I would not sleep all night and get my mum to rock the hand-made saree swing… how I cried when I went to pre-school and refused to eat… how I’d eagerly wait for appa to come back home from office and say “dhaa dhaa dhaa dhaa dadaddada dhaa dhaa”, that was my way of explaining what I did all day, apparently… the frocks that I’d love wearing…
I KNOW I’ll make a lovely mother… someday… but.. I want to have a baby NOW! Wait… I’m not married yet…! And I don’t have a boy yet!! O wait… I don’t even have a job…. Uhm.. Aint I still studying…? O btw, I’m still not officially allowed to enter a pub.. which freaking means I’m just TWENTY years olllldddddddddd!!! Snap. The baby will have to wait….!
ps - i shall put up a picture of Sreeja, after i get one.. until then, here's me :)
I’ve two happy pregnant women in my family… One of them just delivered – a pretty lil baby girl! :) so that makes it only one more pregnant woman now.. :P
Amma, appa, my cousin, his wife and I went over to the hospital today, to see the baby. We stepped in and saw a lil thing eyes tightly closed, hands clasped so tight, sleeping so cosily. She had such tiny hands, legs… and a really tiny nose.. even tinier nails….. I watched this lil creation in AWE… and I still cant get over it.. I could see her breathe.. and she freckled, moved her arms and legs while still fast asleep… I was so tempted to touch her… but my finger looks HUGE in comparison to her.. how can babies be so tiny?
I was just so thrilled to watch that lil thing in her own world. She’s just three days old. The joy on everyone’s face there was more than just evident… the grandparents were happy on their newly acquired status. The mother gazed at her creation, her emotions I just can’t express… Daddy boy was all excited… saying “thanks” to all the “congrats” that he received from every one of us. The lil baby’s older brother stood right next to his 3-day old sister, guarding her from all of us. He would say “don’t touch” if any of us came closer than he allowed us to! He demands that his baby sister be called ‘Sreeja’…
I keep chatting with the currently pregnant sister of mine…. Listening to her describe what she goes through everyday fills me up…. This is one of the most amazing creations of Nature… I mean, to have a real living being created inside you…. for all that the mother does just to feel the lil creature kicking her….
My mum recollected so fondly those days when she was carrying me and then my brother… how she took care of me when I was jus as tiny as ‘Sreeja’… to what food I ate… how I crawled… took my first walk…. To how I would not sleep all night and get my mum to rock the hand-made saree swing… how I cried when I went to pre-school and refused to eat… how I’d eagerly wait for appa to come back home from office and say “dhaa dhaa dhaa dhaa dadaddada dhaa dhaa”, that was my way of explaining what I did all day, apparently… the frocks that I’d love wearing…
I KNOW I’ll make a lovely mother… someday… but.. I want to have a baby NOW! Wait… I’m not married yet…! And I don’t have a boy yet!! O wait… I don’t even have a job…. Uhm.. Aint I still studying…? O btw, I’m still not officially allowed to enter a pub.. which freaking means I’m just TWENTY years olllldddddddddd!!! Snap. The baby will have to wait….!
ps - i shall put up a picture of Sreeja, after i get one.. until then, here's me :)
10 October 2007
Over the last three months...
Ranju just made my day! She told me that she read my blog and she really liked it… She mentioned in particular, a couple of blogs that tempted me to want to go back and read it….
I just realized anyone can figure out my life through my blog…. It just traces my journey over the last two years….. However, I figure I haven’t given it much of an update in terms of my life at the moment… So here goes it:
U G seems to have gotten over many years ago… P G is a different life altogether. A whole new bunch of friends… I’m doing my masters in the field I’ve always wanted to be in and I’m enjoying every bit of it, despite me regretting sometimes for not working hard enough for my cat xat stuff…. Nevertheless, God has been very kind to me. And MSSW is certainly a blessing. And I’m sure it will add value to me life…
My first few days out here were rather bumpy. I dint like anyone. People assumed I’m a geek. I’m jus not the hey-she’s-a-nice-girl kinda impression giver for the first few days… I take my own time to open up and find footage… But now it’s all cool! Doing well in exams, had a blast during culturals, been given a generous post called “Vice President” by the department, and hence doing some serious work for symposiums to be held…
I’m really happy to have gotten along so well with Divya… She’s been in MOP for three years, but I’ve never really known her… and now, we’re good bumchums :).. I should call us partners in crime! :p We compliment each other perfectly in music, fun and studies! Boy-meeting sessions (hehehehehe), movie watching sessions, combine study sessions, shopping sessions – its been just about 3 months and so much of fun!
Here’s divu and me…
Music on the other hand is being nice to me too. I’ve had my first two movies doing a decent job at the box office. Eagerly awaiting the release of my upcoming movies… and certainly waiting for more offers to come in! :)
Met some biggies in music in the last couple of months – A R RAHMAN, Kartik, Naresh Iyer, Rahul, Krish, Tipu, Chinmayee, Priya Subramaniam, Prasanna….. feels nice! :). Vijay Antony sir, Imman sir and Srikant Deva sir have generously given me the opportunity to render some of their compositions…
Here’s me, with Imman sir at his studio…
The A R Rahman meeting was a rather astounding experience… its all I’ve ever wanted ever since I was in 6th grade. Seeing the man in flesh and blood was completely scintillating… I’m thankful to Ooh la la program for giving me an opportunity to meet the God, even though I chose not to stay in the program beyond prelims. I just watched the man in awe, and my eyes filled up… I don’t think anyone can be more simple and humble like him….. I wish I’d get to sing for him someday...
Hmmpf.. So life’s moving on….. and I’m just making the best out of what I have at the moment…
Shooti, Nisi, Sangee, Icy, Taki, Indu, Valu, Cheri, Reynah, Preethi – I miss you…
Banju, V boy – you make my life so pretty, thanks a bunch…. I love you both..
I’ll write soon..
Regards,
Me.. :)
I just realized anyone can figure out my life through my blog…. It just traces my journey over the last two years….. However, I figure I haven’t given it much of an update in terms of my life at the moment… So here goes it:
U G seems to have gotten over many years ago… P G is a different life altogether. A whole new bunch of friends… I’m doing my masters in the field I’ve always wanted to be in and I’m enjoying every bit of it, despite me regretting sometimes for not working hard enough for my cat xat stuff…. Nevertheless, God has been very kind to me. And MSSW is certainly a blessing. And I’m sure it will add value to me life…
My first few days out here were rather bumpy. I dint like anyone. People assumed I’m a geek. I’m jus not the hey-she’s-a-nice-girl kinda impression giver for the first few days… I take my own time to open up and find footage… But now it’s all cool! Doing well in exams, had a blast during culturals, been given a generous post called “Vice President” by the department, and hence doing some serious work for symposiums to be held…
I’m really happy to have gotten along so well with Divya… She’s been in MOP for three years, but I’ve never really known her… and now, we’re good bumchums :).. I should call us partners in crime! :p We compliment each other perfectly in music, fun and studies! Boy-meeting sessions (hehehehehe), movie watching sessions, combine study sessions, shopping sessions – its been just about 3 months and so much of fun!
Here’s divu and me…
Music on the other hand is being nice to me too. I’ve had my first two movies doing a decent job at the box office. Eagerly awaiting the release of my upcoming movies… and certainly waiting for more offers to come in! :)
Met some biggies in music in the last couple of months – A R RAHMAN, Kartik, Naresh Iyer, Rahul, Krish, Tipu, Chinmayee, Priya Subramaniam, Prasanna….. feels nice! :). Vijay Antony sir, Imman sir and Srikant Deva sir have generously given me the opportunity to render some of their compositions…
Here’s me, with Imman sir at his studio…
The A R Rahman meeting was a rather astounding experience… its all I’ve ever wanted ever since I was in 6th grade. Seeing the man in flesh and blood was completely scintillating… I’m thankful to Ooh la la program for giving me an opportunity to meet the God, even though I chose not to stay in the program beyond prelims. I just watched the man in awe, and my eyes filled up… I don’t think anyone can be more simple and humble like him….. I wish I’d get to sing for him someday...
Hmmpf.. So life’s moving on….. and I’m just making the best out of what I have at the moment…
Shooti, Nisi, Sangee, Icy, Taki, Indu, Valu, Cheri, Reynah, Preethi – I miss you…
Banju, V boy – you make my life so pretty, thanks a bunch…. I love you both..
I’ll write soon..
Regards,
Me.. :)
30 September 2007
Smileys! :)
this smiley's nice!!!! :)
i think its chinky :D
i'm trying to figure out when my face looks like that.... when i catch my brother on phone with a girl, perhaps?! :P
i just realized i LOVE smileys.... i mean, they're soooooooo cute! and so so so expressive!!! i wonder what life would be like without these emoticons!!! dull and boring :(
"one picture is worth a ten thousand words" - chinese proverb.
smiley's are such a beauty. so pretty! and i think yahoo messenger has the cutest smileys ever!!! and such a joy to use!! the hugs smiley.. the pheww smiley... the laughing on the ground smiley.... :)))))))))
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. i love smileys!!! i'm jus so happy smiley's celebrated their birthday recently! and when ndtv actually featured that as part of their news, i was like yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy! :) :)
smileys are like an identity by themselves... jus really pretty creatures that make me so happy! even the angry and crying smileys rock! :) :)...
if i were to be born again, maybe i'll want to be a smiley! :) yellow face. two dots. one curvy line!! simple life!! :) :)
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah....
look below:
thats me! :) red face, though!
SPREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
My latest craze - Shopping. Actually not latest, its always been there... But it jus seems to have been proposing serious threats to my pocket over the last few months. More so over the last one month. Wondering how many ppl would've "cast eyes" on me... Mom's been screaming at me, so has bro. But i still seem to be shopping like in quite a reckless manner...
Help me put a FULL STOP.... or atleast an exclamation mark?
Help me put a FULL STOP.... or atleast an exclamation mark?
08 September 2007
Saturday, today...
Ah. Lousy cricket match, that... They should probably hang these umpires. I mean, who are they to decide the fate of the game? Cant technology do it instead? Hmmpf..
Saturday, today.... and for a change, I got into my pair of lousy shorts and tee, n the afternoon, couched onto my sofa and watched cricket match. Yeah, me. I watched cricket match.
Felt nice to actually stay home on a saturday... No work in coll, music, no class no nothing... Friends in different corners each doing their own thing...
I realized, sitting at home, biting on some pijja+garlic bread+choc brownie, watching tv is actually a nice way to spend a lazy afternoon...
Normally,I'm either recording or coffee house hopping or lunching with friends or shopping on saturdays.... Today was pleasantly different... Got myself to do some writing as well.... Not bloggable stuff though. Nevertheless, I let many a glitter pen do some art work in a pretty book that I have...
Aprom... avlo dhaan. I just feel nice! :)
Saturday, today.... and for a change, I got into my pair of lousy shorts and tee, n the afternoon, couched onto my sofa and watched cricket match. Yeah, me. I watched cricket match.
Felt nice to actually stay home on a saturday... No work in coll, music, no class no nothing... Friends in different corners each doing their own thing...
I realized, sitting at home, biting on some pijja+garlic bread+choc brownie, watching tv is actually a nice way to spend a lazy afternoon...
Normally,I'm either recording or coffee house hopping or lunching with friends or shopping on saturdays.... Today was pleasantly different... Got myself to do some writing as well.... Not bloggable stuff though. Nevertheless, I let many a glitter pen do some art work in a pretty book that I have...
Aprom... avlo dhaan. I just feel nice! :)
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