Anu'la Samsara (Anu'sWorld!!)

2010-04-16T16:26:00.002+10:00

No, I dont live here anymore,

If you are a friend..interactive one... you already know where to find me.:)

or , just leave a note, a hi will do..

and I ll get back to you. :)

tata!!

The Sinful act

2010-04-07T00:55:00.003+10:00

A letter to most visiting- least bothered to leave a comment-kind-of-people

Dear you- yes you!!

you are the one who is so regular to my blog, reading it almost everyday, at least checking for updates if not reading these posts..
how do you feel if I knock at your door every morning at 3.00(if you generally wake up at 7.00) ring the bell and run off without even telling a hi to the sleep head(read 'you')opening the door .. not a very appealing thought, isn't it?
now that s exactly how I feel.
you are more worse than that anonymous writer who at least pokes me at times hard on my ribs(hypothetically, ouch!!)and wakes me up!
even though,it is sheer torture, trust me, makes me feel special with some attention.

So with due respects to my lovely blog friends, past & present.. who ve been with me almost as much as Aj- my bitter better half through thick n thin.. I hereby do the most sinful act Ive done so far.
give away my dear blog, thus stop more posts here..
Thanks you guys, for being there!
as for YOU, the unknown stalker...
a big fat rosy red raspberry!!

Wave...

2009-11-30T15:49:00.004+11:00

A small wave that started far away from the shore,gathered strenght and became monstrous hitting the shore. without any emotions displayed, Sheela sat watching this as more and more waves followed.
Far away, she could hear laughter, chat, chirping birds and the occasional splashing of water.Nothing effected her already disturbed mind,she sat- thinking the same question.
"Is this the end?"
Her heart still could not believe this was happening to her.All her dreams with him, together as a pair were shattered over and again, by him.No, he never abused her physically but all that mental torture, the hurting words, the yelling was over the limit.She tried all she could to please him and be as calm as possible, thinking he would change, eventually see the light and all will be happier.
Till yesterday when she got an sms from him while she was away at a project lunch from office.He yelled at her with all kinds of swear words saying he never wanted to see her face again, just because she could not receive his call on time.This was not the first time, but a routine to her. but this time she did exactly what he asked for and what she should have done much earlier.She just calmly took half a day off, went home before he did,packed all the stuff she never wanted to see again(there wasn't much anyway),called a courier and sent the stuff away and left the house, but not before calling a locksmith and changing all the locks to the house.. her house.
As she remembered the last part, she smiled at herself, a sad smile but worth giving it back to him.
Taking a flight to Goa with 10 days off work, not before instructing her friends in office to stay quite about this was not too hard.. Like the wave getting strong and hitting the shore , she stood up boldly and walked back to her hotel, her steps getting stronger each time towards a brighter future.

And that ends the blog Marathon!!
Thank you Vittal, Swaram,Nancy, Avi, Shwetz,Sash Bhai, Ajai, Vyoma and Aj for reading , commenting and being a part!Sorry if I have missed anyone in the team.
I will be taking a break.So till next time..
BYEEEE!! :)

n(s)ame??

2009-11-29T14:16:00.000+11:00

They made a big news..
media coverage, newspapers splashed with the same story.
Connex gone and Metro s in.
Happily climbing the train,I saw nothing s changed. Just the disply read " this is metro" instead "welcome to connex" what the!! :/

Blank- Mindless chatter!

2009-11-28T20:42:00.000+11:00

Right here, Right now..
Absolutely blank..
To a chatterbox like me, blanking off is definitely off the cards.
Well, Have to see what I ll come up with tomorrow.
By the way, It is quite hard to imagine I am at the end of the blog marathon , minus 2 days..and now I am BLANK!! :(
This reminds me of the time, during my university course, when we had a jury( when I say jury, it is a viva where we present our design projects to lecturers or external people who are called 'jurors' :/
Already with the scary sounding viva, Someone had to present the whole project by itself, which I had no problem with as someone had to do it.
All went well, but the moment I came to talk about my work itself, I was tongue tied.
No words came, Nothing!
I stared at my work sheets pinned up, stared real hard, But no! I could not for heaven's sake remember what was to be told! Fortunately, the jurors understood as I tried to stop a tear rolling down my cheeks.
They asked me to relax, go out for sometime and I was allowed to give my jury at the end.
All went well in the end, But still makes me wonder why did I go blank?
did this happen to you?

A slice from last evening!

2009-11-27T15:21:00.004+11:00

So we were coming back from work together.
While at a traffic signal, we notice a car standing on the green patch between the road and foot path.So "Know- it- all" Aj and "I-think- I- Know-too"me stare at the beauty and elegance :) as I call it..of the car.
Aj/KIA: did you see that?
me/ITIKT: ya,its a Mazda 6, isint it?
(At this point, we had to move a bit ahead in traffic, so we could not read the model name clearly, but I could see the curvy chrome lettering faintly.
KIA: no,It not.Its Mazda 3.
ITIKT: of course not silly, cant you see the curve of the "6" written.
KIA (a bit irritated now) : read it properly then, what do you think it is?
ITIKT: S-I-X.6!!!
The traffic light turned green and as we started moving
KIA: wanna bet?
ITIKT: Sure(check out my guts)
KIA:ok- drove across the road, pulled the car in a parking lot and we walked back towards the traffic light to cross the road and see the car.
At this point,I was laughing at my madness and people in other cars started giving me startled looks.
ITIKT:Check out my guts, I still think I am gonna win.
KIA: ya, sure...(must have rolled his eyes mentally!)
Suddenly we see that car moving towards us and as it passed us, Both of us turned to read..
And it read MAZDA 3!!
Bloody hell!!(pardon me swearing!!)
So I-think- I-Know-too have become I-Should-Speak-Only -When-I-am- doubly-sure, 20 dollars poor [:(]
and a little more wiser with Betting!! :P

And the rest 4...

2009-11-26T22:37:00.005+11:00

8 things I love about winter
Hmmm, I am not really a winter fan, but every winter, I am just getting more and more used to it.
1) Hmmmm, Snow, of course.. Not that it snows here niether do I want that to happen, But going to a snow peak and spending a day is something very enchanting.
2) Not having to worry about what shirt I wear, cause I never take off my coat.
3) Which brings to the third point, Coats, scarfs, sweaters and the cute winter wear.. Just brings a whole new perspective in your wardrobe and a nice hole in your pocket if you arent careful ;)
4) Hmmm, hot soups which I have instead of coffee/ tea and the different flvours you get in the market is slurp! yummy!!
5) getting warm in front of the pathetic looking, but effective heater and fighting with Aj for the best position in front of it.
6)Looking at colourful umbrellas all across the street as people try to keep themselves dry. Trust me, it is a beautiful picture from my office!
7) Humming all the winter cheesy songs like "zara zara ...(sardi ki ratoon me ..;) )and driving aj nuts :P
8) Of course, saying "ufff, I am frozen" "Are we done with winter?not yet...!!!" over and over again and irritating people ;P

8 things on my wishlist
I have written a few here. Guess it still holds good.
Plus I want a calorie (guilt) free chocolate which should taste like real chocolate(no compramise here ).
Also I wish Child porn and child abuse vanishes from earth..It is truly disgusting!!
Lastly..(*mumble jumble..) secret wish done!
so there.... :P

8 things I am passionate about
1)Life in general, I hate to be layed back about anything.
2)Panipuri,I once ate 8 plates :P , that s my biggest achievement in this feild till date.
3) Water theme parks ;)
4)flowers
5)exploring nature and its various forms..- ocean, waterfalls, forests and all similar wonderful things out there
6)Reading
7)Winning ( I am a bad looser as in I dont take failure in a good manner.)
8)Most important, My family

8 words or phrases I use often
1)Sure..
2)Tadaaaan (* at this point, I will jump out from hiding either wearing that new dress or even a different hairdo is enough to do this, But I do this only to Aj and my close friends..)
3)eyyyyyyyy
4)Oh my god!
5)eeeewwww, thats GROSS!
6) Hurr, Hurr (my way of chasing people who pester me! ;) )
7) Some 'random' x,y,z,!!!
8) rascalaaaaa
P.S. My phrases keep changing every season , so its hard to contain everything here :D

8 things I learnt from the past
1. Take your decision, but stick to it and accept all consequnces.
2. Never interrupt anyone while talking,Listen.. then speak
3. Life takes its own course, earlier realised.. better!
4. The sweetness of cheap stuff dies when the bitterness of poor quality comes in and that hanges around forever.
5. Wherever I go/live.. 'My home' is always back home in India. (I can never say 'ok, I ll leave for home ' everyday leaving from work.But I say that if I am 'going home')
6. I need to write down things and it just brings more clarity onto the tasks
7. Never rely on anyone,Try to be as independent as possible.
8. Crying & talking to someone always helps and lessens the burden.

8 places I would love to go, visit or see
1.New zealand
2.Egypt
3.Paris
4.Hampi(have been there thrice, But I love the place)
5.Kashmir
6.Tasmania
7.London
8.HOME

8 things I currently need or want
1.Start a diet
2.Clean my wardrobe
3.Learn photoshop
4.A nice head massage
5.my job :)(quite scarey situation with all the low business thing going on)
6.Sleep less ( I am a big sleepy head, so reducing that will make life more beautiful )
7.Panipuri
8.A big hit of luck!

I dont know how I managed through this, But..
For now.. all s good and Anyone who wants to do this tag either here or on thier blogs are more than Welcome!

four on eight!

2009-11-25T10:25:00.003+11:00

Just on time, when I was getting a bit saturated .. Nancy here has tagged me!
To write 8 things on each topic is quite an effort, But I shall try my best..
here it comes :

8 TV shows I like to watch: (not in any particular order)
I should say 8 TV shows we jointly agree to watch ...
1.Two and half men
2.F.R.I.E.N.D.S
3.Any good documentary on SBS channel.
4.World news Australia
5.Simpsons
6.Better homes and gardens
7.Any animation movie played on TV, ANY!!
8.I think I don't have a 8 the fav. show... Basically TV here sucks!! :( so these are the only ones qualified to be 'watchable.

8 favourite places to eat
again I am impartial to all these- love them all equally
1.Of,course home 1- love my granny's meals anytime.
2. home 2- whatever my Mother in law cooks especially chicken!
3.home 3 - love aj's lamb curry and sausage scrambles! slurp!!
4.Namaskar India (our regular hang-out place) love the food and prices ;)
5.Nandos - espeically the quarter chicken meals.. yumm!!
6.Nandini in Bangalore (loved the banana leaf meals)
7.Dollops in Manipal.. The countless times we ate here as students running away from mess food- thier veg steam rice is a master peice.
8.Pabbas in Mangalore - the best ice cream parlour ever. If you ever go to Mangalore and dont eat ice-cream at Pabbas, your trip is incomplete..*can I hear all mangaloreans say YES!

8 things I look forward to
1. Going to India and meeting everyone I love without a time bomb ticking away which means I have only limited time for each one! :(
2. Christmas break - no vacations planned this time, But all I want to do is relax .
3. Reading Dan brown 's latest book
4. Baking/ experiments with baking
5. Loosing weight, Should say more weight
6. Regular work out to ensure point 5 happens
7. Long, nice beautiful nails. ;)
8. Finishing my deadlines in office well before Christmas break or else I ll end up thinking about it all time.

8 things that happened yesterday
1. I got the 8.04 train, though I reached the station late because the train was running late..huhuuuuu!
2. My dearest friend A called from India and we spoke after really really long time
3. Laughed at the antics of a 6 year old sitting in front of me in the train ans she enjoying the attention, did more of it! :P
4. The day began with chilly weather and ended with scorching heat! :( damn, I had to carry my coat back in the bag, making it look like I was carrying a small animal :/
5. 6 of us had a major discussion via phone and e-mails to go bowling tomorrow. (yay!)
6. went to the gym for aerobics class and was surprised to see that the instructor was a substitute and she is a colleague's friend - we had earlier met at office parties, so I worked extra hard ! :P
7. I got a reminder from the electricity company about a un-paid bill which I have already paid! :(
8. Aj got a call and I was surprised to see him talking for so long, As i could not figure out who it was.Later found it was a survey about state schools!!
er... WHAT! we have not attended school here neither know someone so close who does! :D

This was real hard! more to come later..Cannot finish the tag at one go..

Question and Answer - A quick bite

2009-11-24T11:16:00.006+11:00

Question: What happens when Swathy makes an effort of making a less oil, low calorie lunch version of lemon rice & curd rice for herself before adding nuts and tadka for Aj's lunch because he believes in "dignity of food**" ?

Answer: After so much care taken, Swathy opens her lunch box hungrily in the lunch break to see cashews and groundnuts with a aroma of tadka oil wafting in her lemon & curd rice and almost faints! :/

The stupid boxes got exchanged!!

Result : 2 hungry/ angry people! :/ ;)

** for the un-jaan and un-known, dignity of food is an act where a particular food should be cooked the way it is supposed to be with due respect to not alter it into a modified low fat/ low calorie version. In simple words,keep it as original - oil,nuts and any fatty ,high calorie stuff included where required.

All for a good deed ...

2009-11-23T22:21:00.002+11:00

Back in school days, I remember having a book where we wrote down - "a good deed" or lets say we were supposed to write a good deed. ( I am sure you remember this Vittal :D )
Now when I think of it, I guess it was to encourage us to do a random act of kindness or at least do some effort to be good being completely aware of it.
When I joined this school in std 5, I -like other s in my class got the impression that the book was supposed to have a list of different good things and no 2 days should be similar.(now I wonder, who the hell put that idea into our heads). From the nerds to the morons everyone had a set thumb rule regarding this.
So the beginning of the academic year saw a real conscious act like
" I helped my mother wash dishes "
" I polished my brother s shoes"
" I took the dog for a walk"
or " I helped dad wash his bike"

Now slowly after a few weeks, there will be a mixture of fact and fiction.
remember our stupid thumb rule? Now, how many varieties of real good deed can a child below 10 years of age do, that too in a world where computers, mobile phones and Internet were as far off as going to Alaska for most of us now.I imagine the kids today may write a " I helped my grand ma open a GMail account" or " I watered my friends virtual farm in Facebook!! "haha...

Anyway, back to where I stopped about us, we ended up with a 'mixed- feeling' good deeds in the lines of -
" I picked fruits from our garden" which leaves a series of question if the child in question lives in a apartment unit on the 3rd floor and the whole class knows it ;)
So in this statement may be the kid's mum had left a bag of fruits in the common garden area @ ground level and the child picked it up for her.. quite possible, eh?
Giving the benefit of doubt, lets move on.
:)

then the stereotype " I helped my grandma find her specs" might cause a bit of doubt when you have already heard the story about her being in the US with uncle 'so and so' a hundred times , So may be the 'helping-grandma' bit was done 2 months earlier when she was actually around!hehe.. late confessions of a good deed!!
Soon some of us forget to write the deeds even though we are really good children and the book just travels to and fro from home along with us.
But the real f(p)un starts when it is nearing to half the term, means along with mid term exams, sometimes the teacher will check the deeds book.
Now there is a mad rush to fill it with deeds, sorry GOOD deeds! now the tiny minds and their imagination have no boundaries!

" I plucked apples from the garden" ( sure, please let us know how you manage to go to Coorg everyday, travelling 4 hours one way, cause that s the nearest place to Mangalore where one can grow apples in the garden and then pluck them! )

or

" I saved our cow from a snake " sounds errr more like a story worth a bravery award!

All started in a honest way, can go to these extremes if one does not ensure the person/child knows the thought behind it.
It was definitely done very innocently and I am not sure if it should be held against us.I mean,we would have done a good thing repeatedly everyday, It is just we thought it should be a "special" one each day and came up with stories in the end! :)

All for a 'good-deed'!!

Night patrol!! ;)

2009-11-22T11:44:00.005+11:00

With few more days left for the end of the month, My posts are getting to read more like a diary and less like a blog. May be this was not a very good idea after all!

But with the challenge finished I am going to miss all the heights of silliness I reached trying to find a good topic to write about.
Like last night, we had been to the CBD and with Aj looking as cranky as possible about the rains, I was happily looking around for a good click with the camera.
Now I have been to the CBD a all un-earthy times as there could be possible, but have never attempted to capture anything with the camera till date. Until last night and I caught these glimpses.

Just a thought..

2009-11-21T23:31:00.001+11:00

Thanks for all your prayers and wishes, It really helped.
He is doing much better now and health is improving!

Have you ever had situations where you feel so helpless and lost, that you just decide nature will take its course and time will heal things to the best!
Cause I have experienced that in a number of instances.
Simple ones like not joining a job i got in campus interview because my parents did not want me to move to delhi, I was angry, sad and disappointed as 3 of my friends did go.
However,I got a job in Bangalore, joined the job and now if I turn back and look, Life could not have been better for a fresh graduate with all the work exposure, wonderful team mates and some of them now friends for life.
It s been 4 years since I joined that place and almost 3 since I left, But I still feel, with the turn of events...
All that happened was /is for some good.
It is for us to find what to relish / to learn from the bitter parts if any.

no more.. no less.... just 55 words!!

2009-11-20T23:10:00.008+11:00

Kicking an unconscious Manu again,Sanjay started looking for the money,It had to there.where could a bundle disappear?
He looked everywhere he could think, No use...
Deep under the carpet, below the floor board, a few scurrying mice see something green and edible,slowly they reach it and a tiny noice - chomp chomp!

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'Should I?'- She asks herself again. 'Oh, this torture, cannot take it anymore ' a tiny voice says.She puts her head down, as though she cannot bear to hear it any longer.
Moments later, happily eating a double mocha chocolate icecream, the red highlighted words of warning from the dietitian s letter seems to mock her.

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P.S: did I sound very criminal? hehe, I am experimenting on every possible thing to write :)By the time, the month's gone.. I would have licked clean many a sane brains - so my inner voice s shouting.Also I am desperatly trying to make a fifty five words note of this.Yipppeee, I made it!!

Hope

2009-11-19T23:55:00.002+11:00

Staying calm and focused
she did, once for all
raised to be brave
as need, she thought

close to her, he was not
neither were they friends
but her heart could not bear
the trouble , no doubt

the series of pain
running through him
his face , a deep crimson
his body frail and limp

she wished to hold his hand
gave a smile, some hope
a little prayer , that s all
for him, she told

P.S: some things are not in our control, But I truly believe that well wishes and a little positive vibe helps a lot.All my blog dosts, I too want a little prayer from you for someone one you many not know.
It will make a difference, so that is all I ask.
(No more questions please, wont be able to tell:) )Nothing to worry,chill-pill..
:)

waiting...

2009-11-18T16:21:00.002+11:00

A girl sitting braiding her hair,probably a school girl. She opens her bag and out comes a big cosmetic bag.she continues with her work as though she doe sent care who does.
This guy looking new,confused glances, looks around for directions.Soon he look re-assured and decides to relax.Phew!!Probably new here....
The lady with a red bag, probably in her early sixties fumbles with her coins and drops one of them.
Instantly comes in picture , the bearded man with a brief case who picks it up for her as she mumbles a "thank you".
Walks a mum with a pram, her toddler who seems like she s already tired just sitting in the boring thing. All she wants is get out,but mum s too busy balancing a bag, the pram and of course the little one.
And I sit watching all these people, totally jobless as we all wait for the tram.
Another useless post, well.. it is better than not writing anything.

P.S: I have this friend V who s recently started reading my blog. :)
Thanks for the encouragement and Welcome officially! :)

Friends

2009-11-17T20:56:00.008+11:00

My close friend Sm & me have 3 things in common we loved, atleast during my graduation days when we met as classmates in B.Arch.

Well, They were ( in order of pertinence) :

Harry Potter ( Books & movies) F.R.I.E.N.D.S and

Saurav Ganguly! ( dont ask me why and how, But we were in our teens then, uhhhhh.. almost ;) )

We would watch HP movies countless times, Bunk our training (I ll explain later in detail) to watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S and risk our reputation by racing to the staff library when our darling was on the ground to ask the scores..

I was not really known to be sober, but for Sm to do that was a matter of jumping out of her whole character and being a oxymoron of herself! :)

But I still remember the time when I met F.R.I.E.N.D.S!

We have a semester of professional training and we both decided to do it in the same office.Since Sm 's originally Bangalore and her parents were away at that time, We were allowed to stay at her place and another friend Ch joined us. Now she got us all watching friends (ya, I am tired of writing it as it actually is, Please bear with me) and i remember the first episode while she explained the story and I actually was yawning throughout the episode and finally fell asleep. Hmmm, but soon the day came when Sm and me managed to call sick from training, just to watch what happens with Ross and Rachel :D

Why I remembered this today? I was watching an episode sitting all alone yesterday since Aj s away on work and remembered all those wonderful time we had back in college!

ah, the bliss..:)

This is one of our favourite episodes....Enjoy!!

:)

2009-11-16T22:24:00.002+11:00

Just a picture.. that s it!

Secret Tag

2009-11-15T23:10:00.003+11:00

I am not sure I am have too many secrets about me.
Even If I do, They are a BIG SECRET!! (Ha,ha Kidding)
1) During my School days, after say std 5, I have never written notes( you know the ones with Q & A) for any subject except Mathematics of course.
I believed that one needs to know more than what s in those questions and answers,So i used to study just from the text books and every answer coming on the answer sheets would be well, On -the -spot.
Helped the creative juices flow ;) but sometimes would be quite a disaster. :)

2) Regarding the same one, I think most of my teachers knew about me not writing any notes, But well, I think they would ignore this trait as I was not doing all that bad in Exams anyway and I could answer any twisted question from the text book, so why complain ?

3) Though I haven't given any formal exam, I have learnt Carnatic music for 8 years. Me along with my mum who used to learn it with me, have sung in quite a few programs and cultural functions. Sad thing is I am out of touch and as I told , Have not formal certificate for this.

4) Even though, I literally quiver like an arrow while facing a crowd or audience, I somehow overcame the stage -fear factor with real efforts and I am quite proud of it!! (now-a days people like me have no modesty- are you saying? well, What to do... sigh!! ;) )

5) I plan every single thing like I have a mental diary. It s another thing whether I follow it word by word, But my mind constantly churns out time table for me!

6) Inspite of being a very talkative person with a very active social life all my life, Still I am known to be a very reserved, silent and a quite person in my work place. I open my mouth only in front of certain people and never speak unless really necessary.
(I shall soon know if by any chance someone reads this from office. )

That s all folks!
Good night and I wont tag anyone , but you are most welcome to take the tag. But do let me know if you have any secrets to go public .Write atleast one in the comment box, will you???

see the sea and you shall see!

2009-11-14T23:24:00.011+11:00

After successive hot days, today was no different. Here, everyone hits the beach during these heat waves and after all our weekend chores , we went down to Aj's favourite beach just before sunset.

The sea always have the same effect on me - calm and serene even amidst all that chaos. Back home,my parents house is just a stone s throw from the beach and luckily for me, We live in the Island country and in a city with beautiful beaches. Still, Every time I walk on the sand, It is a different experience. And I can never finish without soaking my foot in the warm and cold salty spray from the sea waves.The never tiring waves, the vast stretch of water and the ever lasting sand always , for me -seems to last forever .

changed and the un-changed

2009-11-13T11:03:00.004+11:00

We all believe and agree we are in the modern age.Along with technology, we have also advanced , if not have lots of things that has changed in and around us.This huge world has shrunk to become a "global village" with greater advancements in technology.
Sometimes, As I run about, doing my routine,I stop to wonder how things have changed over time in me. From Dosas and Idli platter that I fed on almost everyday, we have changed to "whole grain" toast with "fat free spreads" for most breakfasts, Not just because I am quite inefficient in waking up any early than 6.30,but also because they are healthy , easily bought and we don't mind eating it.This is just an instance how the day's beginning has changed.
Our clothes, fashion sense, methods of going about a problem,living style are some other things influenced by modern times.
However, I still pray , religiously follow all rituals and festivals to my best ability, which again most of us do.A link to what has been learnt by us from our past.Most time we do this sensibly , but some times, we tend to believe in things that could sound just so unreasonable, yet we follow.
Like for Instance, I never accept anything with my left hand from anyone.
Even if I am hanging on to the holding rail in a crazy roller coaster ride(hypothetically) and some one from the left corner in the back seat offers me something, I will still do some stunt and stretch my right hand by turning in a weird position ,but No! I won't use left hand.
Sounds silly, to show such partiality towards your own hands, but that s the way I am.

A lot of such believes come and go as generations pass by, But the other day i saw this little boy of Indian origin standing beside his mum and incidentally stepped on her.Immediately he touched her and then put the hand back on his heart and forehead *. I was surprised and happy that the mum had taught her son something which we all learn and follow as Indians. I was only hoping, she would have also told the reason behind that act, Or else one day the child would think it is a belief without any reason behind it.

P.S: * It is a method of bowing to the person when you have hurt them ,which also means recognising all human beings and their feelings as you would care about your own.

some one s reading!

2009-11-12T21:30:00.004+11:00

In the initial days of me blogging, I wasn't comfortable with anyone I know read it. I was a bit too conscious of people who know me too well, writing some comment.
May be the thought about how they would judge me reading this also was not all that appealing.
Aj himself was oblivious of the fact that I had something called a blog until I wished him on our anniversary and sent me a link.
Slightly surprised, his only reaction was "oh![??!!]"
He is not much of a reader unless it is of course about cars and Cars and More CARS!! :(
So it just was left there, unknown to many I know personally.
Until my Sis - in -law wrote to me saying she enjoys reading my blogs. I was quite surprised, But it seems she had followed some link and found me and reading names and other details was quite sure it was me.
It was quite encouraging for me. Since quite a few friends and cousins have read my blog now and then and it does not worry me anymore what they would comment.
After all that s whyI write.
But the biggest surprise came to me when Aj commented on my recent 2 blogs. I was thrilled,shocked and laughing reading them.
Asked, the man replied that he has been following my blog for quite sometime now.:)
sheesh! He even reminds me to write a post everyday. Hmmm, I guess the time has come to gear up ,Now that someone here so close, reads my blog almost everyday.

I want it too :)

2009-11-11T12:17:00.005+11:00

I know this is going to be hard, Atleast for me.
It is going to include a lot of patience and care, But I am up for it.
I have always adored you, looking at you - stealthily in hands of others,

mejealous of friends who have you.
Now the time s come for me to get you.

There may be breaks and tears, But I am willing to take the risk -

Of pouring my love and care, Only to see you grow taller and stronger by the day.

Until.......

........

Holiday season and parties are done and I can chop you[in relief ?!!] to go back to my No maintenance, No fuss small and short NAILS :)

-Written in frustration caused by slowing down of doing dishes and typing ,but in anticipation of having beautiful ,slender long and well done nails :)
P.S: no, these aren't my hands.its a googled image. But I am hoping for similar results ;)

A block here. a block there..

2009-11-10T22:08:00.006+11:00

This blog marathon is surely charging my brain. I look at all big and small thing with a critical eye,every incident is analysed and finally I sit and think about things even while eating lunch! :(

But today has been a very tiring day and I have ended with a blocked mind.

May be the 35 degree heat has just hit me hard ( atleast that s what I want to believe). I don't want to think too hard, don't want to write any incident.Instead i ll post some pictures from Otway Forest walk, which we went with a bunch of close friends last Tuesday.

This is a conserved rain forest area with dedicated path to walk around and enjoy the flora of green forests. the best part is the tree top walk, built atleast 3- storey high like a bridge amongst the tree tops making one feel like how a bird or any creature feels amongst the trees.

There s even a tower which takes you high above the trees and was exciting even for me, who s scared of heights.The entire walk took us around an hour,but was fantastic and I don't think anyone of us felt we had walked for so long.

Looks like there s some problem with the net,

So I ll be posting more pics tomorrow.

It seems there s a block there too.:(

A block here.. a block there..

Hail Bollywood!

2009-11-09T22:44:00.002+11:00

No, I have not been paid to write things about praising bollywood and anyway, not that it needs any major support.
Today, it is as famous and beyond as tikka masala used in 6" sub ,harbhajan in cricket and Bangalore tech park. Bollywood themes especially the dances and music are getting popular by the day.
But for me, I have been a big fan since the times I know. The first movie I remember watching is Mr.India back in 1988 and the big screen has captured me since. After this came my school days where "Ashiqui ribbons"(forgive my spelling) to "Madhuri's salwar" was soaked in like a sponge.
I cried with Simran as she left London and her love to get married in India, Danced watching Karishma's moves in 'dil to pagal hey' and laughed my heads off at the crazy Govinda movies.
Later during under graduation I appreciated more serious movies , involving with the chronicles of Konkana and Rahul Bose in Mr.& Mrs. Iyer to biting my nails watching Bhuvan win over the firnags in a thrilling match.
No movie, however bad can put me off my love towards Bollywood.
Now living here, so far away from home, I ensure we follow every movie possible.
So much that Aj has become a fan too , So here we are reading every review possible and holding onto the most happening link to our country via a beautiful window called "Bollywood"!!

Alien -2

2009-11-08T23:04:00.003+11:00

Read part 1 here
She was shocked and for a few seconds, held the bag tightly as if it is a life jacket and she is in a drowning boat. Suddenly she realised someone was staring at her and to add to her already shocked state, she realised it was the ticket checker.
"oh, my, I am dead" she thought as she realised both the tickets were with the hubby who had got down at the previous stop.
She saw the "T.C." advancing towards her, But had a wave of relief pass on her as he kindly said" I saw what happened, Don't worry,Get down at the next station and take a train back."
Smiling gratefully at him, she got ready to get off at the next station, when her phone rang.
"How dumb of me" she thought as she heard her husband's voice from the other end.
"Hi dear, where are you"
"still in the train, don't worry, I ll get off the next stop and take a train back"
"poor you, I am so sorry, dint realise you had that bag with you"
"come one, as if you knew I am a slow coach, I am getting off now, will try to get the next train, looks like there is one at the station now" so saying she jumped off the train but unfortunately the other train was only waiting for the signal and left as soon as her train reached the station.
Sadly, she called her husband again, who informed her that the next train is going to be 20 minutes from then.
She gave a sigh and for the first time looked around.
It was a deserted station and quite small. Pretending to be brave, she went and sat on a bench again clutching the bag tightly. She heard a few voices, not too far away and she swallowed hard to get rid of the heavy lump that was hurting her throat.
" No, I should be brave, there's nothing to be scared" she told herself as the phone rang again.
"Hi, what s up? scared"
"noooooooo"
" come on, be brave, Anyway lets talk till the train arrives"
"sure, as though we never talk at home " she smiled for the first time in the last half an hour.
" no, we don't, Not like we used to, remember . We were very far from each other then, so this tiny instrument was the only means to feel closest to each other " so saying he smiled too.
Soon they started to talk and she found herself telling him all those things she felt after she reached this alien land , her fears which she had never mentioned about, home-sickness which she was proud enough not to mention about and her insecurity about what the future holds for them. He listened very patiently , re-assuring her like he used to always and soon she heard the train slowing down at the station.
She hung up the phone and minutes later jumped into the arms of her dear husband who said " so, how was your train adventure ?"
" pretty good, comforting and most importantly very encouraging. Thank you" she said.
"hey, Don't thank me. Thank the train"
" no, no, I should thank you for jumping out the train like a monkey leaving me alone" she said and they laughed together, a laugh of hope and lots of dreams about a wonderful life together.

Even to this day, the biggest way of displaying feelings , sharing thoughts and clearing clouds of confusion are obviously over phone and the phone companies are having a great profit on our expense. :) :)

Alien

2009-11-07T21:41:00.000+11:00

She was new to the place..
different country, strange faces, new culture, unknown places..
Everything seemed alien, Still she was excited..
After all she was newly married in a new country.
With a tinge of sadness , home-sickness and loads of hope .. One fine day she sat waiting for her husband to be back from work..
They were to go shopping, to an "Indian" shop and he had promised her that she ll miss home even lesser when she sees all the goodies there..From pickles to Papadums..
from Sambar masala to Santoor Soap.. Just everything to make her more at home in a foreign land..
He came home at the time he promised and together they took the train,They were to met a friend before that and then go to the Indian shop on their way back!
As she entered the Indian shop, she felt here husband had described it right..
With lots of excitement she took a shopping basket and started filling it with spices, pickles, powders, lentils.. and soon she was contented to leave to home.
As they took the train back, a very happy girl went thorough the stuff she had bought again as though to re-confirm they are all there..
Soon her husband started chatting with her about this and that as stations came by and passed by.
Suddenly,they realise their stop had come and the train has stopped for quite some time now.
In a quick moment,her husband grabs and bag and runs to the door just to make it out,when the door closes with the beeep and slams shut!!
As the train starts moving, the poor girl is stuck with her 'happy bag' and that too alone!!
Note:I had drafted this an year back, added a bit today and posting this story in 2 parts :
Part 2 - tomorrow

A long story- Part 2 - shock!

2009-11-06T14:23:00.004+11:00

Story so far

“I am fine, so how s the day been so far” the person wrote.

“Not bad for a conversation”- she thought as she wrote “been boring, nothing much to do”

“Really, have you watched “tum” another question was thrown at her referring to a recent released movie?

“Hmm, yes.I liked the songs especially “she replied and thus they chatted for some more time till she read “so, you are a girl, I presume” on her screen.

“Does it matter? I am here just to meet and chat, not discuss my life or anything to do with it” she wrote angrily.

Immediately there was a pause in the random flow of conversation and as she thought” well, there goes another person, this time chased off quite late” when the screen read “Sorry for a late reply, But I could not help laughing over this. I can bet my life over the fact that you are a girl and a very sensible one too. Anyway, you have a choice of saying yes or keeping quiet, But let me say this, I am a guy and honestly I don’t think I need to lie to you. I can trust you”

‘What nerve’ – she thought as she wrote “Hey Mr., you should not trust anyone so soon these days. Anyway, how has your day been “she asked?.

His reply came and she gasped as she read “I work as an engineer in Z & Z industries. Having second shift, so came to check if I have got any e-mails, I usually never chat but somehow today logged in &……..” He went on...

Z & Z industries was a stone’s throw to her college hostel. As her house was a decent 3 hour drive from her college, she used to stay in the hostel during classes and go home during weekends and vacations. She gasped at the thought of the dangerous waters she was treading in and decided to log off when he asked her” what do you do”

She lied without a hesitation “I am doing my B.A. in abc college” naming a famous college with more than 5000 students near her house.

- to be conitnued

gotch me!!

2009-11-05T22:45:00.000+11:00

As I dug into banana Halwa, my mum had sent this time from home, I felt a wave of nostalgia sweeping through me. Moreover, reading through the childhood (read as not- so -childlike) episodes from avi's blog made me go back to my childhood too.

Speaking of which, though I am his cousin.. I was known to be errrr...calm (* people who know me from the later years, please refrain yourself from falling off your chairs and laughing aloud like lunatics in office. Stay calm..) , yes I said CALM, sensible, ideal kid who dint indulge in devilish acts like her famous cousins.(I swear, Ask my parents, poor souls! little did they know the devil behind the angelic child, Anyway.)So I have a handful of my mischief bhare karname( mischievous stories) which I or anyone can recall from the golden times.

It so happened that one fine day my Mum and my grandma decided to make this yummy halwa. After boiling it to the right cosistency, they poured it into a plate for cooling off and left it on the table. Mum later left for work while granny went about her other chores. It was all during our summer holidays, so my neighbor cum assistant(ahem!) cum friend cum cousin Ms.R ( a reputed mischief maker of the area) and A-again our cousin cum friend cum visitor and finally, yours truly were already having a post breakfast,pre-bath playing time on the swing and riding cycles all along the road. We kept walking into the house to have a drink of water and continued playing till we heard “Can we have all of you here?"

That was my grandmother, standing at the doorway with raised eyebrows which in other words meant “we are in trouble".

Anyway, we walked to her and assembled decently. After all, our experience had taught us "atleast pretend to be innocent till proven guilty ";)

Granny (with unusually calm voice) - 'who touched the halwa?"

Us (shaking our heads) - "not me"

G:" are you sure?"

Us: "yes"

G (pointing to me) - “how about you? "

Me ( looking down) - *silent…. then... softly "yes"

Rest of them with eyes wide open" how did you know granny?"

Granny (with a tiny smile) just walked in and I could hear her laughing over the phone talking to mum.

Are you curious to know what happened?

Well... me - the smart person -had walked in, seen the halwa which was almost cooled, so tried to cut it like a cake but with a blunt butter knife, hence could not. So I started itching out shapes and doodles onto the halwa and satisfied also wrote "S" before running out..: P : P

Of-course, I got caught! :)

two minutes of my life...

2009-11-04T10:01:00.001+11:00

In our very busy and getting-more- busier world, where one really has just the optimum time to share stories and have a few laughs together and that too with limited group of people, Often coming across the otherwise makes me keep that smile a little longer in my head and my days becomes more beautiful.

Every morning, when I decide to get lazy and leave for office just in time to catch the 8.24 train, Aj drives me off to a station before the regular one as its more towards his office and I am early for the train due, hence this works well for catching the 8.24.

Anyway, this station is right next to a school zone and during school opening times, there will be a person at allocated crossings on road to assist the kids cross. This person moves to the centre of the street with a stop sign and a whistle to catch attention of the traffic and stop the vehicles, thus letting children cross the road. **

And I always cross the road at this children crossing, Not because all the vehicles will stop to let “her-majesty” or yours truly cross, But because I get to say hello to the person standing there (To make it easier let’s call her C. C is one such person, who truly enjoys what she does .Not just that, She always has a big Hi with a still wider smile to every person, kids and adults alike crossing here.

Initially I would just respond back with a hello and now we have a small conversation too. I noticed that she spreads her enthusiasm in life to quite a few of us at that crossing. Wish I could do my job with so much joy and enthusiasm every moment.

Just 2 minutes of my day spent with C, but as I said, the big grin of C keeps that smile a little longer in my head, through the busy day.

**This system is followed all thought the school zones here.

A cup of joy or misery??

2009-11-03T22:38:00.004+11:00

As I mentioned yesterday, Today was Melbourne cup day.And like any English Oriented country, This is a time for Horse race,fashion,food, wine and betting.

As much as as the first four sounds appealing,I feel there needs to be some serious thought about the last one.. betting or in simple words Gambling. As someone I know said, Melbourne Cup isn't just a race stopping the nation,It is also a big gambling addiction spreading its claws further and wider through the people.

I may sound quite rude here, But seeing the importance these people give to horse racing makes me literally puke. As much as the horse races are thrilling , the tremendous amount of money spent around it is absolutely shocking.This very own state which is still coming out of the nature's wrath through Bush-fires not long ago has managed to spend 90 million dollars in betting. if cup day is a tradition, Is this how horrendously expensive this tradition is?

Anyway, All that money 'wasted' as I would say is as good as throwing that in the ocean because all it made was rich more richer and probably showed glimpses of fast wealth to the rest which is as good as melting ice in the poles..It will disappear anyway.

Hope atleast someone will see the light before this rubbish gets bigger sucking in more people and their hard earned money. Tell me what you think, I would love to hear.

And thanks for quick comments I am getting, Will reply tomorrow to each one, once back to routine.

P.S: We had an amazing time at Otway Forests along the Great Ocean road.

More pics and updates in the next travel blog.

Till then,

Chao..

Round trip

2009-11-02T22:54:00.004+11:00

This is really a bigger challenge than I thought.Especially with the long weekend, I am absolulty shocked at the way I am running around doing chores to have a 'nice' 'long weekend'! Phew....

Well,every year the first Tuesday of November is the 'Melbourne cup day' or in simple terms 'cup day'. As they say, the race that stops the nation.But dint stop of us from doing all our chores on Saturday, Go to celebrate 'Kannada rajyotsava' with fellow Kannadigas last evening followed by a long 'round trip' (literally) around the bay from Melbourne to Queens cliff, then a Ferry ride to Sorranto and back to Melbourne via Mornington Peninsular.Poor Aj, Had a tiring time driving so long though.

And again tomorrow is a long day.have planned another trip, this time, more friends and much more fun...

So more pics tomorrow.This blog Marathon is proving to be tougher than I thought.But surely making my CPU work hard!

:) Smiles Smiles..

Day 1 - clueless me :(

2009-11-01T01:19:00.001+11:00

A blog that began
without the slightest hesitation
had nothing much to pen this time,
Hence this inspiration

Hope this does not sound
oh, too desperate
Something nice , well written is
right way to operate.

Don't now for how long,
seems do hard, but true
Hence this silly poem
to hell with 'writing blues'**

** with due respects to Monday morning blues which attacks poor me, every Mondays..sigh!!!

This is the first of my blogs as a part of November Blogroll in NaBloPoMo .
Wish me luck !!
And ya, I just ranted something off in this first one.But I hope I ll be more productive in the forthecoming blogs.
And also ..Today being November 1 is Kannada Rajyotsava,

"ಉದಯವಾಗಲಿ ನಮ್ಮ ಚೆಲುವ ಕನ್ನಡ ನಡು "

"ಸಿರಿಗನ್ನದಂ ಗೆಲ್ಗೆ "

ಕನ್ನಡ ರಾಜ್ಯೋತ್ಸವದ ಹಾರ್ದಿಕ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು

quick bite

2009-10-16T10:07:00.005+11:00

A quick bite is a kind of kick I have decided to give myself to keep blog spirit live .Something, short, quick and spontaneous.First one of them:

10.30PM:

After all the random kitchen chores post dinner,I decided it was time to call it a day(rather night) and get some sleep. Going towards the bedroom,my thought bubble at this instance "oh, it is weekend ,tomorrow - colour dress!***" :)

While the actual thought bubble should have been "Oh, it is weekend, it is CASUAL WEAR tomorrow"!!! :P

*** While in school,we used to be allowed to wear any dress we want on the last working day of the week which was called colour dress as it was not the normal uniform.haha!

I wondered how this phrase came to my mind after so many years,smiled and went off to sleep.

P.S: Picture: I clicked this at HongKong during our stopover. Nothing Spectacular but it seemed to me that the man made concrete jungle was trying its level best at competing with the natural set out.

A long story - Part 1 -Chat

2009-10-14T12:09:00.004+11:00

Another lazy day of her college vacations. A late breakfast of maggi noodles with loads of water, she ignores the usual ranting of her mum about how she should not be eating this and have a more healthier breakfast.

Gulping through the last bit of Maggi and a quick shower later, she sat in front of her computer.

Checked her mails, had nothing interesting except one of 2 mails from her friends wishing her happy valentines! That cheered her up a bit and then she went on to write a few e-mails to her friends .

A hello here, a hug there, She really dint have much to write about. Sigh! She thought as her eyes fell on the ‘shortcut to a local chat room’. ‘When did this come?’ she wondered and then thought it must have been her neighbor who had been in to fix the system a week ago. Grumbling about that guy loading things on without asking ,she went back to her e-mails.Stifling a yawn, she again noticed the chat room link.’ Well, should I enter?’ a voice in her head spoke.Having heard a million stories from her friends about all sorts of weirdoes’, she had never ventured into this.But curiosity soon won and she decided she will log in and at the first instance of imbecility from anyone,she would log off.Another thing,she reminded herself “ I won’t reveal anything about me”.

She clicked on the link and waited for the chat windows to show up.After Initial logging in as ‘S’ and no more information she saw a few pop ups from other chat room users.

First one shamelessly asked for age and sex even before a hi. She cancelled and blocked him off. Her instinct told it has to be a him. ‘Idiot’ she mumbled till another few similar chat requests came. She religiously blocked them off deciding she had quite enough.

The cursor almost reached the cross on the right end top corner when a request came in saying “Hi there, how are you? How s your day?”

She gasped and contemplated whether to ignore or chat. ‘Not one, but this person is chatting just as she wanted to chat, But may be this is some sort of smart pervert with a decent mask’ she thought when another line popped up “Hello, you there, I thought we were here for a chat”.

“Well, 2 whole sentences and not one sign of asking age and gender, here I reply” she thought as she wrote “hi there, I am fine. How are you?”

…. To be continued.

Ganesh (contd)

2009-10-05T10:06:00.010+11:00

As I mentioned in my previous post, our trip home was every moment worth it.And this time I got an opportunity to meet new people (both extended family and otherwise).

Aj’s native place Honnavar is an abode of nature at its best and most affectionate people, that I could not help but fall in love with this small town . Resting along the Arabian sea on one side and huge green mountains bordering it from the other side, this place has still managed to be pollution free and almost calm inspite of NH17 cutting right across. We stayed there for 5 days and I learnt, admired, enjoyed countless tiny moments and knew...My first Ganesh festival with my husband’s family is going to be memorable for my whole life to come.

We went to get our ‘Ganesh’ a very cute one, I must say sitting royally over a ‘shankha’(conch shell) (see the picture above).And while we were there- I, for the first time in my life had a glimpse at the life of people who have dedicated their lives to making these idols year after year. As I entered their house cum studio, there was an enormous sea of Ganesh idols(picture 2).each one different from the other, every expression beautifully drawn and some incomplete with the master himself giving finishing touches and make these idols come alive, well… almost.

Probably no words or pictures can completly appreciate the creative work of these people ,But nevertheless, I am just posting a few frozen moments .Hope you will like it.:)

This post is dedicated to those talented people I am sure, exist in countless un-known town and villages all over our country.

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Well, Another Important thing is Swaram has been kind enought to award me with my very first blog award(s).

I ve added them to my page and Thank you so much for them.

This appreciation means a lot to me. :) :)

Till next time,

Bye.

High on Life!!

2009-09-18T10:19:00.007+10:00

And I am again back from The Nth hibernation mood! :)

Just kidding!

and before I write more, Thanks to Swaram,reflections,Bhai and all others who commented on my previous post reminding me that my little blog baby is waiting for me :)

Actually we were on a secret mission ,which is not so secret any more.It started off with Aj getting bugged with work,missing home,hating winter etc etc that one fine morning as I was looking at my watch, computer clock and wall clock in the office for HUNDREDth time *sigh and he rang me to say the golden words "LET s GO HOME! "

I dint think for a split second and said "SURE, WHEN"?

and thus it all began.

We decided we would be going off for Ganesh Chaturti and with such a short notice we managed 2 weeks of leave. And then the mad scampering began for shopping , packing this and that and we went!

Boy! We had a royal time back home surprising family and spent around 5 days at Aj's native place with my new family during ganesh chaturti.Though it was such a short trip,I am sure it was so much more worth than the minuscule of time we spent in India that the 'hangover' s still there.

3 weeks since we are back and not 1 night goes by when either of us don't dream of a scene back home,So much is the intensity of our trip.

This being the background and the foreground story of the "secret mission" in short .

Hope all of you had a great festive season! and to all my friends especially S and Avin(2 of my closest friends), whom we dint meet or dint even manage to call,I am sure you understand.

Sorry about it!

Till the next post,

See you all...Cheers!!

P.S. The picture shows the Ganapati at our native place (Honnavar).
P.P.S: this is the quickest post I ve ever written, Straight 10 minutes including pic load! :D

weird facts - A fact

2009-07-17T09:58:00.007+10:00

When a good friend wrote a tag about 7 weird facts,I was quite alarmed..
Not because she had 7 weird traits, but because I am a total weird specimen and How could I possibly choose the best 7?
isn't it totally unjust to the rest of my dearest weird habits?
'well..darlings..much as you are all a part of me..best ones are the best ones..
so just hang around there..u ll get another chance..'

Which brings me to my first WH[weird habit](haven't you realised yet?)
~TALKER:"psst....I talk to myself " yes!! you read it right.Mostly when I am alone or thinking of some situation,I add possible conversations!!interesting eh?
I guess this has eliminated a lot of "sane people" from reading further..Cause this is CRAZY!! and the sane guys wont risk this.. :D

Well.. next one s not too bad actually and I think [atleast hope] many others nod their heads reading this..
~MOVIE MAKER:When I read a book,I see all the characters, the scene exactly like a movie in my head.It s not something I have to try to do.Its just automatic.Read the first line of the first chapter and bang!!the movie in my head begins. Recently have found this to work whenever people tell me incidents,stories,anecdote..just anything..
So now you know,just remember :don't tell me,I repeat "Do- not -tell -me" anything cheesy which you would not want me to imagine cause it happens by itself! ;)
** swathy hears more people disowning her/or anything to do with her at this point.

Hey wait,
I promise next one s not too bad, please.. trust me..
ok..
~HARRY POTTER :I have read each "Harry potter" book atleast 15times completely till date and I know I will read it again and again and again....

That was not too bad right? see, i told you so.
I hope I wont jinx myself writing about this,*fingers crossed!
~GOLD HUNTER :I have till date found lost and found my gold earrings,studs,loops basically all "GOLD" in the weirdest ways possible.
Like when I was 8,I was standing on the swing as usual(yes, I never sat decently on it till I grew up) out in the garden,leaning my face on to the swing chain(* those 4 iron chains which support the wooden swing)absent minded rubbing my ear to it when I saw my sister and cousin racing to reach the swing and whoosh!!Swathy,the swing heroine decides to save her swing from the monsters attacking and decide to swing herself with a big push and thud!! lands on the ground with a bleeding ear and a lost god ring!!
After a nice scolding and ears bleeding[literally] Everyone decided to hunt for the ring, after all it must be right there.
NO one find it and the next evening, the One-ear ringed Swing girl goes to her swing and there it is..
lying on the ground..oh.. as though it dropped from the mango tree that very instant!!

And this happened,just a few months ago when I was playing with my 3rd stud of my left year **yes,I have got 3 on each ear lobe ;)watching Tv,I dropped a stud and again to cut the story short, in-laws and Aj hunted for it day and night while I sat panicking.
Never found.. Next evening I go, sit on the chair and place my hand on the cushion and lo!! there is the culprit!! :P :P
Well.. Just lucky in this matter I guess and hope I will continue to be so for the careless,silly person I am as it is. ..:)

The last one I am going to write is something I told my friend about.. But I am going to repeat it:
~RHYTHM FREAK:I cannot listen to any piece of music/song without tapping my leg/or atleast patting one hand to the rhythm.Even if it is the National Anthem,I have to move atleast a finger to the beat..

**hey wait... where s everyone going?
come back ..please...
No more weird stuff I promise..
:)
And at last I tag you
Swethz
Avi
Ujwal
If you havent done this tag earlier or you have discovered new wierd facts.. go on.. tell me..

What s in a name did you say? 'A Whole Post' I'd say!!

2009-07-15T11:15:00.012+10:00

My blog friend Swaram complimented on my blog name *thanks once again for that and then I told her it is in "ಕನ್ನಡ " (Kannada) which many would not have realised.For which she said that she did,In fact she was confused about Swathy(me) writing about "Anu's World".

Fair enough reason to write a post on,I thought, to tell you a little more about how I got to having a blog.The reason has been quite simple.

When I moved here to this island continent [post wedding] I like every-other- bird- leaving-its -nest was emotionally,socially and to certain extent even economically thrown apart.We had to first find accommodation , then find jobs[ as my husband was a student with a part time job earlier ] and basically settle ( as everyone says).
Well, luckily by god s grace (in this case it was like a miracle for us in every instance than a natural event,hence we always mention 'god s grace' ) we managed to get a accommodation, found small time jobs[not what we are meant to do as per our qualifications,but still] and started our married life.We still had some loans,had to hunt for proper jobs and more than all that I missed my home,my country. And even to this day,I hate ranting about all this as it brings a chill down my spine,but I have braved it now because "this was why I took the solace of blog world."
I wanted to spill out, write about my weird, scary, funny, new experiences I was having every new day of my life.but did I?
I did not dare write because I was scared people will ridicule me or worst ignore me , hence I would quietly visit blogs, read and log off unnoticed.I slowly got into the flow of time as months rolled by and I had found a "field job" in an architecture firm and felt I was "back in action".

I forgot all about blogs I was reading earlier for a while and it was only when one of my close friends mentioned about blogs.I logged in again to see my blog with no posts, just the heading " Anu'la Samsara" staring back at me.

Then the rest is history.

Though its true,I can go missing for months together [ a lazy bum I am as it is ]without a single post, Now I can dare writing thanks to a lot of encouragement from all my blog friends and polite reminders from few and of course my dear hubby who does not read but definitely gave me some topic to write like here and here and here :P . I guess this is the small story behind

"ANU'LA SAMSARA" .

p.s.: oh,yes regarding who is Anu?
As many might know,we have a tradition in G.S.B community weddings,where a new bride is given a new name and accepted into her husband s house hold.The new name represents a new identity as a wife and a daughter in law for the bride but it also means she is like a new-born child into the family.So she adorns a new name given by her new family.
Hence Swathy also became Anumita :) or you very own "ANU"
Mystery solved!

P.P.S: Again I ve thrown in some random pictures.[just for you shwetz]First one was clicked by me on my first chopper ride along the "great ocean road". Find me in the second doing "peek-a-boo" !! :D

Photo Gallery

2009-07-03T10:28:00.011+10:00

I clicked these pictures during the easter break, when we went on a tiny 2 day holiday.Just not feeling like writing anything about the pictures..
not as yet.. may be I will update something later. :)

Just a thought..

2009-07-01T15:44:00.005+10:00

P.S: I dont intend to hurt or doubt anyone s intentions by this post.But its just a thought..my thought..No particular event or incident made me think this.

In today s world, when we speak and believe of human equality and rights,I wish we could just eliminate the words "servant" or "maid".

I know the whole "dignity of labour" and related issues would say " what s the big deal , a job is a job is a job",and though I have never been closely associated with anyone in this line of work..I am sure no one would love to say "Oh,My mum s a maid" or " we have been servants for 3 generation"

cant we substitute this with the word "helper" or "house help"?

Now this starts another question saying"so even if you call a helper [lets keep this word from henceforth] a helper or president..it is not going to change their status or duties or responsibilities ,isn't it? then what s the fuss about?"

well.. Have you tried referring a person in such a position as a helper?It does make a lot of difference,I have seen it.

May not be by money or any other way, but just morally.

It will definitely boost self-esteem. I rest my case.

P.P.S: Now I am not an expert in this issue, as I said this was just the quickest,without second thought,boldest ever post I have made.

P.P.S: I clicked this picture.. Nothing great..But its one of my best ones..

is it just me?? :O

2009-06-23T11:21:00.004+10:00

Scene 1:
As a kid, when I used to often visit my maternal uncle's place in Kerala.Having a farming background meant lots of people of work in the fields and in the farm.This scene which I am going to mention used to get repeated very often till..er... I grew out of it.. :P
I would be standing in the veranda,my mouth filled with some sweet/goodies my aunt s would have made till a lot of the women [working on the farm] would see me and come to say hello to me! :P
Thus a conversation would be typically like this:
W1: swadi kuttiyallo?[hey,isint this swathy kiddo??] **pinching my cheeks..
me: nan kutti yalla..big girl!!**rubbing my cheeks[u see,I used to speak Malayalam quite okaish as a kid, now its just past glory..hence I remember only these words..shame on me!! :(]
W1 and others would be a bit surprised at this snobbish remark coming from a 4- 6 year old that too mouth full ''eeks and would continue chatting to me anyway..carefull not to mention the "kutti" word!
The point then was I am not a kid..
I am a girl..A [big]GIRL!! :O

Scene 2 :
A 20 s something me go to a kids birthday party[Hey, don't think I am gate crashing,its just the kids parents are friends]
As always..Photo session time when someone announces OK.. All ladies photo!!
A tiny voice in my head: "ladies?" huh... just call us girls OK.. :O
The point now still remains the same:
I am a Girl..A big GIRl!!

Ahem!!
and we say boys will be boys!! :P (which is of course true...)

or...................is it just me???

good, old days

2009-06-19T09:47:00.010+10:00

I ll do this tag that she has written about.Here,I tag myself..[*imagine a tag like a suitcase tag getting fixed to my wrist :P] .I have written many a posts about memories of the good old days here .

Still there are so many in the old barrel to be pulled out.

1) Birthdays

The first one i remember was being 5 year old and dressed in deep green silk skirt and blouse, jasmine arranged traditionally on my hair like here..[ya, imagine a 5 year old!! :D]

with loads of relatives around me.That was the last of the birthday s that was celebrated at such a scale.

Then it was just a sweet dish, wishes, blessing and of course cards and calls from my best friends all throughout school ,but the day still thrilled me :) .

College brought out a new dimension with mid night parties, cake smashing on face and head,surprise gifts,special calls[:)] from far away friends from school and not to ever- forget the "budday bumps"!!(For those who don't know what it is.. its just you being held by 6-8-10 people[depending on how heavy you are! ;)] by your hands and legs and hurled up in the air and then left at the mercy of gravity and caught when you are about to hit the floor..)

And at present, I am happy with a quite birthday with just the few close friends wishes..

dining out and no cake please..think about all those calories!! :P

2) Books and reading

As a 6 year old,I was like that enthusiastic puppy[;)] around my neighbour's kids lets call them Y & Z.Both older than me by quite a few years, they used to take me to school and back, play with me..[rather keep a watch on me] and I adored them,followed them,thought them to be my sisters.

Their dad and mum were both into literature,hence both the girls were very good readers for their age and even wrote poetry and short stories.

I was first taken by them to the local government library and helped choose a book and thus began a life time affair for me.

I started with huge lettered picture books and soon within a year graduated to whatever X and Y would pick for me.They moved to another town within a year after that,but by then I was addicted to books.I explored the world of Enid Blyton,graduated to short stories and fables from all around the world, digested lives of famous personalities and basically whatever the library could offer to a a high school student was read by me over and over again by the time I was 12.

Every day of the vacation except Monday-the weekly off for the library began with me running/cycling to the library at sharp 10A.M when the place opened, read a magazine or the latest book there borrow books and then come home for lunch, read a little more,play with friends for an hour,then read again till night.yes, I was that crazy!!

My cousin A who used to come over to stay with us for the holidays hated this habit of mine because he could never imagine why should I be reading over the vacations.. :) :)instead of playing the whole day.

Hmmmmm..back to present! :)

Anyway,though I miss the good old days, I cannot imagine rewinding it.It is much better the way it is now.. for good or worse.. I like this..

Signing back again.

2009-06-17T11:45:00.005+10:00

This is what I had written long back in a yahoo group.The topic was about signatures..Which makes me realise.. I definitely need to hunt for topics.[or someone should be constantly giving me one... or else my blog s gonna die a slow death..:P

My late grandfather who was a civil engineer and had obviously loads of British influence had a beautiful italics writing..and his calligraphic sort of sign is still a pleasure to look at,It almost spoke all his experience in life and his wisdom to me.Since childhood I always associated all his talk and words of knowledge to his signature..I would imagine him signing documents with his "firang" boss Mr.andrew or whoever..

anyway..Some people are very innovative with their signatures..Like I had seen one of my mum s boss's signature looking like ganesha's idol and if u look closely one could tell his initials carefully moulded to form his 'aradhay devata'(favourite god)Ganesha.

Another funny incident involves my sister who was I think was in Std 1 or 2 then.As any kid she was extremely fascinated when she was told that they had to sign for something as a part of some class activity agreement.Though now I think the activity only meant to make kids aware of signatures n so still..as per the teacher s explanation ,a 'budding fashion conscious' sis of mine spent almost all her play time the previous evening trying n re-trying his signature..pestering me ,another "enthu batani "to check her improvements. .the d-day arrived and went off and she came home a little low..when asked she showed her signature which was a scrawly "Shru" written.Madam was soooooooooooooooo excited that it seems she could not even finish her signature ..so much for the practice..she s still teased by me even now for that 'shru' incident. :D(though now she truly has one of the most beautiful writing i ve ever seen.)

well....as about me,I always failed to have a decent lettering all my life n still regret it as in my Field we learn it as a part of our studies.Good lettering on a building construction or architectural design sheet is like "icing on a cake".and sadly speaking my cake would be good but sometimes i felt i should not have bothered putting icing on it..(I am giving this so that u guys get a clearer picture)but am I sad?.no way..I proudly display my lack of integrity amongst the letters i throw on paper in my signature too..so skinny looking n scribbled one with a line below complete with two dots at the end!!(can anyone interpret something regarding this??)For better explanation, put it this way,As all my loved one s opinion even if anyone wants to.. they would be disgusted to forge my sign.. he he...For which i am ever grateful to god that he s thrown me into an era where e-signatures exist!!

Mad add

2009-05-20T15:03:00.008+10:00

I look at this most days..I envy how creative some people could be..
I kept clutching my stomach with laughter while watching it.. the first time..
trying hard to guess what it could be..(of course- you wont know what it is till the very end during telecast..)
only 2 words...
"too cute"

Yelling is good..

2009-05-06T10:18:00.009+10:00

And this time he yelled!! And boy! Dint he yell right??!!
Well..It all happened last Friday when we ‘accidently’ remembered that it s 3 rd anniversary of our engagement.
So off we went for dinner..After an “over rated” dinner but still delicious we started back home, that s when this happened.
Now being a main road and way after peak hours, the traffic was pretty smooth, going at the right speed without any issues.
And suddenly there arrives this “CRAZY car” [read further and you ll know why ]from somewhere and tries to get past everyone. He would speed and break at ridiculous dangerous distances off from the car in the front[may be an inch or two, yeah!! That bad!], and we could clearly see that he was making the driver in front very nervous.
But unfortunately he could not change lanes and let this crazy guy go so we got to see this drama repeat for more than 2 kms until we got a chance to slow down in the next lane to let the poor guy into our lane .. and wroooom! There goes the CRAZY guy in almost 90-100 K speed in a 70 K zone.
Being a straight long road, we could see this car [rather we made a point to watch him] wroom and do the same thing to many a cars and their drivers.
But unfortunately, he got caught up in too many signals.. and we were almost reaching our diversion too when suddenly aj did something totally “not him”
He just drove straight and that s when I realized that we found ourselves next to the “CRAZY” car..[u see. Aj is phenomenally good at remembering cars, make, model , rego numbers.. etc etc and he had spotted him right there at a traffic signal]
As I wondered now what??Aj honked hard..staring at the crazy guy who just lowered his window and radio volume..
I noticed he was a very young man and looked pretty bored at the thought of “what -this –guy- from –the- other –car- want”.
Aj calmly asked him “ is there an emergency man?”
Guy[still surprised] : “NO,WHY?”
Aj:" then why are you drying at neck-break speed? Don’t you know it’s dangerous?"
Guy[ a bit boldly] : so what? :0 :O
Aj:”Do u want me to report to cops? I have recorded your mad driving in my cell phone, Shall I send it to them?” [My jaws have hit the floor at this point, Haven’t heard AJ so spontaneous ..Ever!!]
Guy[Now a bit worried] utters a scared:NO
The light turned green and we still drove a bit with his car and he was completely careful. We parked in the side and watched him for sometime, But seemed like he had learnt a lesson.
As we drove home silently I asked AJ:what made you take this in your hands?
He reminded me of this [which keeps repeating very often on TV]..

So dear Crazy driver, That s why he yelled at you.. :)
As for Aj - "Atta Boy!! I hope the crazy driver will be a good driver… :P :P :P"

Lovey dovey thoughts...

2009-03-12T13:25:00.003+11:00

Sometimes going through those "unopened" junk ‘odd n ends’ box can be useful..
Like I found this poem [read as POEM, because I don’t write them otherwise]..
I cant imagine being so mushy… :P

Darling…
I happened to fall n love with you once…
Just once is so untrue
It happened..
Over and over again.

I fell in love when you first hugged
Unspoken words were told at which
Your eyes told the truth so bare
Sealing this promise were your lips

I fell in love when you fought
To prevent all sighs and sorrow in me
Your hands reaching out to stop
Every drop of tear,every fear

I fell in love at the assurance
For every step of future we take
For that special feeling of falling in love
Made me fall in love again

Cause it was destined and it feels so right
The very moment..the very thought..
Nothing otherwise…
I know I am falling in love
With you, over and over again…

I should have posted this earlier..but anyway..

This post is to mark the 2 nd year of 'us'together...

Celebrate-25!!

2008-11-17T10:10:00.014+11:00

Hi there!! Finally ...huffing and puffing I managed to hit a 25 no blog record!! 25 is such a beautiful number.. * tara rum pum pum... I am 25, my blog s 25... oh,it s so magical!! ok..ok.. Before I begin a weird jingle..let me write a special blog.. This blog is to celebrate and relish the days I spent back home in India!! the 5 weeks were just bliss full!! too beautiful.. A few glimpses as they say pictures speak more than words!!

Navratri- This is such a beautiful part of my Dasara vacations memory since childhood.I used to wait for those nine days of celebrations ;the procession of goddess Sharada is the best past of this. I had the opportunity of enjoying this colourful celebrations.

Folk dances, traditional costumes and music are always an integral part of these celebrations.Some pictures of the same:

Some random snaps of my visit this time to Ajay s native place - Honnavar in North Canara district.

The wonderful atmosphere, the scenic views were breathtaking!!

But the most important time of my trip was deepavali..The lamps,lights,fire-works .... Enjoyed every moment of it..

Can you believe the last picture is actually a fluck picture of fireworks show at Malpe beach in Udupi?

Till I get to write something more..buh bye....

(lets hope I ll get something interesting to write by then...)

Laga blog ko tag..

2008-11-14T10:34:00.000+11:00

So Sayesha has tagged people who havent written a blog since a month!!

Here I am writing *head bent in shame

Rules are simple: Put your Music player[Mp3/i-pod whatever] in suffle mode.Now play the first song and jolt it as an answer to first question.The next song is answer to the next question and so on..

write the answers here and tag someone as you finsih this post!!

easy ..isint it?

These are my answers below:

1. If someone says "Is this okay?", you say: I never liked you even when I tried to - Rouge Traders (What an answer to tell!! pehle hi sawaal me..... thenga!!heaheahehahaha)

2. What would best describe your personality? Saiyanji baiyaan chuda ke nahi jana.. - Masti [What the....me - a 'satellite' around Ajay!!!! Now who the hell loaded this song in my I-pod??* kick myself royally - sheesh!!]

3. What do you like in a guy? yendu kanda kanasu adu ninna manasu ninna manasigagi sote..Roughly translated as: I dreamt sometime about your mind and I have fallen for it now... ugh! I am not good at poetic interpretation...someone..please do the honours.. [Wow.. its true!! I love brains then brawns anytime...]

4. How do you feel today? Karle Pyar oh yaara.. [eeessshhh!!! warning:seriously dont do this tag unless u ve checked all songs in your player..]

5. What is your life's purpose? Bolo na kya hua, Humko yeh kya hua,hui aise bat kya.. bolo bolo na.. [hahaha,I should change my profession from construction to counselling!! thanks oh! ipod for showing me the way!!]

6. What do your friends think of you? Jub chandani badakar ratoon pe chati hai..Teri yaad aati hai -AdnanSami [Ya, only my friends know I am a werewolf.. and they thank thier stars that I am not with them..]

7. What do you think of your parents? Teri yaad satandi-neend nai ande.. -sajjad ali

8. What do you think about very often? race hai sansoon ki.. race hai chahat ki.. my heart is racing more.. hahaha...ROFL!! I myself dint know my deep inner thoughts were this cheesy!!...hahaha

9. What is 2+2? suniye jara suniye ek ruppiaya hoga aap humari madat kare to acha hoga [dont ask me how.. how should I know.. I am just rolling on the floor listening to the answer...hahahahaha]

9. What do you think of your best friend? Koi sache kwaab dikhakar ..ankhoon me sama jata hai..Yeh rishta kya kehlata hai

10. What do you think of the person you like? Jeevein Buliliyan pe ake fariyad nahi jandi.. dil toota chali jave..

11. What is your life story? Wadde Waddenu ghumake rakhade din wich tareen dikha ke rakhade (absolutly no comments!!)

12. What do you want to be when you grow up? sapne sapne hona zaroori hai kache pakke adhe pure [god!cant I give one normal answer..! philosophical .. dream BIG]

13. What do you think of when you see the person you like? Dont be shy.. [yes darling,I am talking to you.. ;) ]

14. What do your parents think of you? anisutide yakoon indu neenene nannavalendu mayada lokadinda nanagagi bandavalendu [ I am feeling somehow that you belong to me!! U have come from the magical world especially for me]awwww.. how sweet!! I know u ppl pamper me a lot, but to this extent!!

15. What will you dance to at your wedding? Lets dance in style lets dance for a while;hoping for the best but expecting the worst...Forever young!! [ perfecto!! except we would have had to indianise this... dandiya re-mix anyone??!!]

16. What will they play at your funeral? Jindagi idhar to aaaa.. kuch kahaniyaan suna..dasataan..woh suna.. me jinme dhoondu chehra tera..zindagi aare aare ..-Dus kahaniyaan [excuse me... I asked for a song, not my jeevan dastaan..]

17. What is your hobby/interest? Home is waiting.. My heart is..take me home.. take me h o m e [going home is my hobby- curently~~In a way.. true..]

18. What is your biggest secret? A smell of your skin lingers on me now...-Big gurls dont cry.. [hmmm.. yup.. I dont cry much as I used to...now please keep this a secret ok..]

19. What do you think of your friends? Jane kya hua mujhko kya kahoon..khoya khoya sa rehta hoon raat din..

20. What should you post this as? 1 2 3 1 2 3 . duniyan me aana hai free duniyaan se jana hai free.. [aur yeh post .. likna free..padna free..comments bhi to dena free..123 123]

What do you think about this tag? Rang hai rang hai rang hi sang he..rang aaj rang laye re...

That s all folks!!

Now I tag avi [ u r first blog after your exams] ,

shweta[have i spelt your name right lady?], and................................

anuthama[its ages since you ve written]

Have a great time!! buh bye..

Flash news:where did what i wrote earlier go?

2008-09-27T08:21:00.006+10:00

I wonder where all that I wrote went!!

eeks!!

I hate when this happens..

anyway,I ll be back soon..(If anyone reads this...)

home..... I am coming!

2008-09-27T07:00:00.000+10:00

Post blog Note: meri ek choti si cheez kho hayi thi:[I had something small] - my lost blog!!
Found it!! Guess where :In drafts* a self-kick!!
the lost blog put me into so much sadness that I quit writing all the while i was at home!!
Bus itna hi bolna tha..[I had say just this]
read ahead!!

Time: 6.20 AM Singapore time

Place : changi airport

Event: swathy s first ever solo trip by flight!

flash news: she felt she s seen Bhai around!!

where you there? in red/black shirt????!!

by any chance..

or it could be lack of sleep

yawn!!

loads to fil in..

par dhire dhire!!

see you and

HOME HERE I COME!!!

The Final Count down! - a guest('s )mail

2008-09-17T11:20:00.001+10:00

PROLOGUE
I opened my Gmail at 11.00 AM last morning and started giggling, Not that it was funny, but I have a funny way to respond to the un-expected..
I immediately called the person, and asked if I could blog it down. Just for my records..
So we settled on an agreement that I am allowed to..who wants to be in trouble later, hence I took the precautions..

Time:10.40 AM
Date: 16 th September
Subject:The count down begins!!!

1. Anu's flight "Boeing 777-300" has gone for final inspection. (16/09/08- 18/09/08)
2. It Will start its test flying on 19/09/2008 (extended to 20-21 st )
3. will go for final cleaning and fixing things which they might find during test flying.(22/09/2008- 24/09/2008)
4. Plane will remain in the shed on 25 th and 27 th for engineers to sign n get the approval for the flight to fly on 27/09/08 early morning.

and then the last point..
I am sorry(x-\), but had to interrupt the flow..this was where I was c- struck!
what s C??? find out!and read this in the same tone and speed a commentator would use when a football player s about to hit a goal!!

5. 26/09/08-anu finished the final inspection of bags n then organises her stuffs gets ready to sit in the Multi million $$$ car(?) ,Winner of road safety award 2007 winner of best looks 2004, 2005, 2006,2007, 2008.(??) Winner of best performing car in 2006,2007(???!!!!!huh!)..... n gets in to the car.. n reaches the T****** airport.. n the airport officers gets ready to salute 'THE MAZDA3' (what!!!!!)
n then she leaves to india on 27 th early morning.

Thanks and Regards, (???!!! for what!eh?)
Ajay (now you know who wrote this!!)

All this is cause I am going "home"-my home in another whatever days!!
and hence this mail!!

EPILOGUE:
huh!men!! car ,plane- look how much details they know!
All I know is the officers dint salute me!! :(
no wonder "men are from mars" !!!

Wish -Fairy

2008-09-10T12:16:00.000+10:00

My granny always says" never curse or speak the forbidden,there are angels all around you who just waits to say "tatastu(meaning "wish granted!")" and bham! what u said might come true!"

Though this was mainly told to us for the following reasons :a) to never think any ill of anyone/anything.

b) to bring in that "be-positive" attitude in us (I still remember avoiding the thought /fear of low marks in maths, In case "wish-fairy"heard it!! and ultimately learnt to face the situation,not fear it..)

But now,I really really wish ...that "wish fairy"is staring hard into the screen to read what I am writing just to say "Tatastu"

(Warning:this is apart from the usual do good to all and keep everyone happy wish,all right!cause I ask for it every moment I think about it..My list is about what I would ask if I had to be specific right now..without any attachments/situation s created!On-The-Spot!!)

Dear wish fairy(:D )

This are my few wishes I want to do/have granted:

1)I want to study further and do my masters.Of course,In relation to my own field, but subjects not yet decided!!(why???- read point 2)

2)I want to teach in architecture school at some point of my life-part time,casual,full time,anything!

But wanna teach and I am greatly inspired to do this by one of my lecturers in Graduation who had told -the fulfillment of any profession is only when u teach/impart yourknowledge to someone else.

Now to teach Architecture,Masters is mandatory(read point 1-if forgotten) which is an added bonus so I can aim at 2 things..learn, and later teach.

3)I wanna learn "normal-simple"swimming,the process of which has started hundred thousand years ago(ok,ok,I plunged into pool around 6 years ago, last time being 3 years ago..)and want to swim without having "have to breath" as an incentive :\ when I cover the breadth of the pool!(for people who don't know,I hold my breath and swim, I still have not learnt to bob my head up while swimming to breath)

4) I want to visit at least 7 countries before I die.(now don't count the transit at singapore/bankok/Kaulalampur..ok..Its counted only if I enter,visit, see and learn something..)

of course,since I am here, Still 6 more to go..

5)I wanna learn some dance.. not the Bhingri(mad dance) but something more organised one..

I have no major choice in this..for now anything simple(graceful) dance form existing on the earth s face(read as easily around me)will do..

bus!ab keliye it na hi..[that s all for now]

Did I just hear "TATASTU"???!?!!

Okay,now u have read this..(no way,U r trapped, U cant run away.closing eyes/this page.. wont help too!!.)wish fairy wants 5 more wishes from you in your blog!![on the spot]

She s ok if you don't have a blog, just write it in the comments for this post..

with this Tag..

me off..

Tadaaaaa..whooooosh!!

P.S:Thanks for the wish fairy images I got through google images..it s so pretty. :)

DOWN with FEVER

2008-09-08T15:00:00.001+10:00

You should know you are going to be down with “this weird” fever when you refuse to take off your scarf and coat the whole day ; Even though you break into a thin sweat at the end of this... (In spite of all your colleagues sitting with heaters off; looking out of the window and enjoying the beautiful spring skies and the pleasant climate and probably sneering at your pathetic state.) :(

And your should know that you may be down with “this weird” fever when even the most noisiest of songs like for instance.. Some re-visited, re-vitalized [?!!] and many more re s kind of re-mix song blaring from your IPod just makes you YAWN to glory!![Hmmmmmm] :O

And you can be double assured you have no chance of escaping the wrath of this terrible fever If you are just trying to clean up your desk during which you neatly pile up 2 sets of look-alike documents into one set only to realize it should have been left in its earlier 2 set state and automatically the tiny voice in your head goes “OH, Control –Z” * :\

Sheesh! And to think it aloud!![Double sheesh!!]...what was I thinking? Is it some sort of spell or something to be uttered khule am, public ke samne... well done s done.. what can be done?
Hmmmmm... All thanks to my weekly occurring... “I-Hate-Mondays " fever!!

*control z is the undo command

Right Direction or is it the Left direction?

2008-09-04T11:45:00.008+10:00

I am sitting here self tagging myself:being pretty new to blogging world..I ve read many of them tagging each other..In fact. Bhai had tagged once and I had come up with this in less than 10 minutes after reading..Courtesy:Point 1 .
Well, these are 2 extremely Quirky Facts about me:
1) Directions:I ve this wonderful/weird sense of direction. Take me anywhere, even into the biggest maze of all..I ll take you back to where we started from without fail,majority of times..Most of the times its an instinct or some sort of “another personality”which seems to do the work right..
There has been times when I visit a friend in her home city where she s lived all her life with me visiting for the 1 st time and and I end up safely escort ourselves out of the busy shopping area onto an auto/bus to reach her home.
I know we are (or supposed to be) good at reading maps in the field I am currently in..But I was(am) like this since I remember..All my life..
Read the next point and you ll know Why I wrote this lamba-chauda essay like thingie..
2) While this whole finding right road/track s going on..never ever ask me Left or right!! Cause till then I ll be the blessed one,the leader, the one with directions(blah,blah,blah..) and you ll suddenly find an extremely confused me looking like I ve been stunned by some stuttering spell or probably hit with a “tongue tying”jinx… Cause I ll be looking at both my hands..shaking my head and well.. “to cut the long story short”it takes me a minimum of 10 seconds to figure out which is left and which is right.. I always direct auto drivers with a poke on their back when they have to turn left or right.. I don’t ever utter the “l/r”word while I am directing Ajay as well on the Melbourne roads.He is in fact well trained himself to look (from the corner of his eyes)at my hands waving frantically in air towards the direction he has to turn.
Isn't this weird, that I am these 2 extreme qualities which juxtapose each other??!!!
U tell me If you have any such anti-to-each-other-qualities..
But I am seriously tagging Rakesh/ avin.. (please ah!! Kuch likna..)

Intazaar me..

2008-09-03T11:02:00.004+10:00

Ting ting te ting

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I for..

2008-08-29T17:55:00.000+10:00

Since S my little sis..(for more info.. read.. this )
and me have a massive 6 year age gap..
this has prooven to be good to my "gundi"sort of instincts.. since childhood.
Plus being older than her by 6 years has also given me this advantage of remembering lots of cute little s-stories..
here s presenting one of them:( my favourite one..)
This happened when S s about to begin school..
As the akka(elder sister) and that too.. an ultra grown up sis( 8-9 year old) I am the tutor..
Akka: A for?
S: APPLE..

A: B for?
S: BAT..(a lil louder than last time)

A:C for?
S: CAT!!! ( her confidence ten times more now!!)
and this goes on.. with her voice getting louder and stronger over DOG,ELEPANT(ya, ELELPANT!!),FISH,EGG.. until..

A: I FOR?( Even I am yelling out to cope up with my enthu batani disciple aka S!!)
S: (silence)

A( A lil shocked!!): I forrrrrrrrr?
S: ingadapot..
A:what????
S:INGADAPOT(Happily)
me/a:huh!!!!!(shell socked...) :?
hahaha..

S, I hope u remember this.. If not..I do..
Ms. I for Ink.. er.. sorry "the other pot"!!*(u see Ingada/vingada means other!!)
love you my always-lil-baby!!

P.S:this is my 3 rd blog in a day!!
2 more to come soon..
HIP HIP HURRAY!! :)

R,S,A and Me...

2008-08-29T16:00:00.004+10:00

I have been scrapping my cousin/neighbour/child hood friend R for quite some time now..after a looong loong break..
As usual our long lost correspondence begins with loads of hypothetical swords, knifes hurled at each other..with buckets of sarcasm pouring out of each scrap that a I- always- bother -reading -and-following-others-scrap chat kinds(lets call them IAB s henceforth.. these characters can keep popping up like devaki mausi/kamini chachi sorts..in old DD serials..anyway)will be betting on a duelling match when we come face to face next.. n will surely make a mental note to witness this ..
But the actual fact is that that s our pyar jatane ka ishtyle..
And the fact that I was a "horrible bullying badi behan" for my little sister s & the 2 younger-to-me cousins R & A probably has resulted into making them the tough(ahem!) strong(ahem, ahem!!)
and the sophisticated(oh, my god, jyada bol diya.. oy.. ghadon.. zameen pe utro.. bada chada ke bolna meri bachpan ki aadat he.. pata hai na??!!)ladies (whatever!)they are today..
The insults hurling across the continents through ORKUT suddenly mellowed the day we got the news that the youngest of our bunch.. the serious,intellectual A s leaving for her university course far away from home to a bigger city..
As my sis S told this over phone, I could feel a lump down my throat and her s too..(S studies in the nearby city and hence lucky[?!!] to be a day scholar..)
Though it was me who left home for studies for long 5 years with occasional twice a month visits and R followed me to do her studies.. we dint feel this sad..
naaaa... As tears filled my eyes, I scrapped R about how I felt..
Pat came the reply saying.." this was exactly how S,R & A felt when I left..Did u know..?"
I missed you so much guys..(er.. gals..)then..
felt like just coming down and giving one of those massive foursome hug we used to do at times..
We started writing about us.. remembering things from our childhood..
and I thought here I have sooo much to write..
Anyway.. here s to my first n the best gurl gang!!(** clinck!! champagne[read as mango juice] in dainty delicate flute glasses.**clank clang ..... smashed..oops!!kya kare.. hume sirf inne hi sofheshticated hai beheno..!! )
love you sweeties.. more to write about us.. soon..
Before leaving ..
Dear A, this is a huge leap in your life..
Go for it gal!!

OOPS I did it again!!

2008-08-29T11:55:00.000+10:00

No way, this isint about britney..
yeeks!!
After falling "blog"sleep and waking up..Courtsey:Bhai
I was back in action and again started returning or rather showed symptoms of returning to Hibernation!! Shook myself up.. a la "F-I-S-H-Y !!! W-A-K-E U-P" *
:I am still slow.. In face di has been sweet enough to write a comment asking about new posts..and that has been very encouraging! :)
thanks di!!
now what s happening to my posts?
well..I write these 2 blogs..mentally, train me bhaite baite..,
kitchen me khade khade...
come back n jolt it down..into my blog..stop when I am interrupted with something else..
somehow at the end of it, though it says draft s saving...
I close.
Next time..open the blog to edit.. and voila!!
its not there..
just the first 3 lines of one and nothing excpet the title in the other smile sadly n madly at me!!
Sheesh!!
Ab tak do blog chapna chahiye tha.. aur ab tak kuch nahi..
Somehow Blogistan seems to have put an expiry date on my drafts..
So now I am writing it in word, then gonna copy it into blog only when I am done..
Over n out..
*Now watch this horrible scene where the dentist s neice tortures Nemo..
P.S. Bhai.. Humne gyan prapt kar liya... ;)Par is vedio me embeding diabled hai.. to..
click on this link..for the vedio..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_gg74nqHBw&NR=1

Friends-Season 3

2008-08-01T15:30:00.004+10:00

Dear Friend..

Remember those days when U might have given/recieved friendship card on this day-the 1 st of August!

I ve recieved some from u.. I remember..May have given you some too..May be we never celebrated friendship day at all...

U ve been there for me always..In different ways..during different times..

When in school,

u ve shared your lunch box with me..

helped me finish my incomplete home-work just before the teacher came in..

Prompted me with answer from the corner of your mouth when I got caught day-dreaming..

lent me your umbrella a dozen times when I d forgotten mine..

Taught me math which I simply was hopeless at,encouraged me during exams..

As teenegers..

U giggled at all my silly jokes and told me a few too..

U were my fashion critic..

U knew my secrets and the not-so secret one

remember oogling over ganguly/dravid/sharukh/akshay.. n those fights about them..

U consoled me like no-one else could when I would feel the world s against me..

U taught me values..U learnt some from me..

studying in Uni...Living in hostel..together..

All day long..all evening s together..

We shared loads of stuff..

Remeber lending me your accessories even before I mentioned..

We used to sit chatting late at night out in the cold corridoors with a hot cup of tea and chips..

Remember coming to wake me up and then coming all ready to go to college only to find me not yet ready.. and trying to finish my chores for me..

U always got me breakfast and lunch to room when I was down with fever or the ever-terrorising migranes..

U ve always cheered me at my success during exams irrespective how you fared...

U used to walk with me for kilomtres together just to give me company..

U knew each of my moods,U knew how to deal with my tantrums and attention-seeking demands..

when I joined Work...

U accepted me as one of u..

Always helped me get over the fear whether I ll fit in this place or not..

Sat waiting for me to finish that urgent peice of work even though you were getting late..

Remember those thousand pick-up s and drops you gave me..

Teased me.. mocked at me.. tortured me at times..

but still Loved me the most...

may be I never met you anywhere in the above mentioned ways..

U could be that cousin who was more a friend,less a cousin..

U are my sibling with whom I share a special bond..

U accepted me as your soul-mate..

stood like a rock beside me taking all my pain as yours..

trusted me like no-one else did..

U love me each day like never before..

May be we are still in touch.. May be we still see each other everyday..

May be its more than a year since we met..

U might have scrapped or mailed me a few days back..

or it is possible we ve just lost each other in this crowd!!

But one thing has always been true...

U were always there..

U are still there..

Thank you so much!!

deeply hurt!!

2008-07-29T12:45:00.000+10:00

Here s a silent prayer..

To all of you gone..

just another shoulder

To all those hurt..

No more words..

No expression...

Just wishing this never happened!!!

Issue: Series of bomb blasts in Bangalore & Ahmedabad..

FRIENDS - season 2

2008-07-18T09:38:00.000+10:00

As most of us, I was introduced to ORKUT through a friend with this message :
"U can meet aaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllll your old friends there!!!"
I was SUPER-thrilled.
Anyway, I used to spend lots of time G-talking then with my husband(Then "fiancee^" Just loved to utter this word at a given chance.."Oh!! This is my ‘Fiancee^’ s picture".. or.." My ‘Fiancee’^ sent this".. now he is just my seedha saadha simple sa "Husband"!! mostly called as AJ... anyway...)
I decided to explore this 'Orkut'..
In my head I had pictured a MEGA information centre where I ll just type some details and get in touch with alllllllllllllllll those I want..(DUH!!!)
Anyway, with Online help from Aj i managed to open an account!!
believe me.. I was thoroughly disappointed..
Just found the friend who had given me "orkut ka gyan"
and another one..
Aj was amused on the other side seeing my disappointment through the web cam..
he had around 50 friends then.
Thus began my journey in orkut..
As weeks passed by I got this "Bhoot" into me about having more friends...
We (Aj n me) even had a mad (SAD) competition about who ll reach a target of 100 friends..(what was I thinking then?? I cant imagine...)
colleagues, my classmates from uni, hostel friends, juniors, neighbours, cousins..
went on adding up....
As time passed by, Aj gave up this silly contest..(he was married to me now.. dint have to do all these stupid things to do my “dil rakna”!! ;) )
By now I was an expert in tracking down old friends(This was the main reason I was here after all..)
But soon I learnt lots of things:
1) As we finish a phase of life(lets say primary school to high school to under graduation college to uni to post uni..) we Move ON..
2)If we are really close to someone(like in my case my Best friend from school) we don't need orkut to be in touch.. we never loose touch!!
3) It hard to be a close friend with that person who might have been very close to you at some point of life..
I mean there are few people whom I really worked very hard to track down..
Googled all possible names, pet names(then!!), 2 Nd names.. places I assumed they must have gone to study, college, uni groups what not! and somehow found them..
scrapped them with delight..
one of them I remember, scrapped after 3 months..
I initially thought she may be the kind(like my best friend) who comes online once in a blue moon..
But NO!! the lady showed all signs of orkutting regularly (I know Its bad to have a peek into other s scraps.. But I was so excited to catch her FINALLY!! that I had to do some investigation..) But she dint feel the importance that I had felt about being in touch all over again..
After all that I got a feeble reply to my "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII..... How are you?
Goodness I hunted everywhere for you after we lost touch from school times..
Did u join medicine as you always wanted? blah blah blah!!"
with a short and sweet(???!!) " I am fine. How are you?"
Still giving a benefit of doubt I wrote another excited vala scrap..
noooooo reply!!
Finally I got the message..
“She has Moved on”....
I was in utter depts of sadness that day!!
Heart Broken..Well.. I guess as time went by the whole thrill of “orkut” just weared off..
So many old friends were found ,so many were lost again… but it dint matter now..
Now “orkut” s Just another place where I keep in touch with some “good friends” who do scrap me regularly ,so what if it is once in 2 months!!
That s perfectly all right!!
So if any friend of mine have not found me over-excited about finally meeting you in ORKUT.. Now u know the reason why..
It s much better for me to remember you as “My-good-old-friend-from-those-days” than that person who does not think of me as a “good friend” now!!
Though I d really love to be constantly in touch with you hence forth..
remember that s why I am in "ORKUT"!!!

Mile stones

2008-07-14T15:30:00.007+10:00

5 th std:

changed school

new faces

random shift

travel to school

crossing the bridge

to city across

7th Std :

dance competition

team is being selected

a heart s broken

(seating) places changed

next to a stranger then

now a friend for life

10 th std:

teenager

mood swings

confused or worried???

had learnt to 'learn'

dreamt of future

of buildings n design

12th std:

exams and preparation

tight schedules

bitten nails over results

pain of farewell

a tear shed

soon to be forgotten

Under garduation:

hostel life

unbearable to live

later unbearable to leave..

project submitted

at the college gate

stood young architects

working life:

single,independent

an interview given

routine starts

submission

ssite visits

movies at night

later:

proposal,

engagement,

married to a friend

new country

new job

the same old me...

JUST AUSSIE...

2008-06-30T14:08:00.002+10:00

Since 17 months of my stay here in my "new home".. I ve evolved from "Home-sick!!" stage to worsen to "I -desperately-need- to- go-home" stage to the current " I- am -kinda-OK- here"stage much to Ajay's utmost relief I suppose........( for information:Ajay insists on being called with the right pronunciation after 3 years of having a cut-short "Aj" for a name!! am I not glad?!!! Though it seems most of his Aussie acquaintances have managed to call him AAA-j still.. worth his efforts I feel!!)Anyway.. Before I start writing about this name thing...Let me come back to my original topic which has been drafted mentally long since my blog came into life again...
May be all the things I mention here are not very specific to this country, but since Its my first experience here.. it should be considered ok I am sure..

So PRESENTING THESE-ARE- 5 - OF- MY-FAVOURITE- THINGS (read this in the same tune as the song in "The sound of Music"with due respects)HERE IN AUSSIE LAND ...

The fifth position is taken by "Vegemite"
I know I know..All the non-aussies who ve tasted this will scream in unision "naaaaaaaaahhhhhhiiiiiiiiii"..
Though even I have just the same verdict after tasting this..(YUCK!!!)what amazes me is the sincerity of aussies towards this "unique" & probably one of the few edible things they can say "genuinly Australian" .
Coming from a country of such varied contrasting and countless cuisines..this is something I loved because its so different.

The 4 rth position is definetly held by Christmas in Summer..
Though I hail from coastal India where we hardly have any winters,It is pretty cold n pleasant there during Christmas I am sure..
But to have Christmas holidays during peak summers is like having a part of childhood back..
Eating sugared ice, going to beaches.. hot noons siesta …I re-lived my childhood in those 2 weeks of “summer holidays”

Which brings me to my 3 rd favourite thing here…
The cherries and strawberries in summer..I don’t know why but I love Berries!!
To actually see,eat n enjoy these in peak summer was definetly a blissful experience..

The 2 nd best thing here is actually silly..
When I first saw the all-time pedestrian crossings here in Australia I was amazed!!(These are crossing where all vehicles have to STOP as soon a pedestrian looks like they are going across..)and I was super-thrilled when I saw the one near my office..
The wicked thought of stopping huge trucks n expensive cars is just mind blowing ;)
Victory to pedestrians..

And the best thing I love is FOOTY(Australian football)
It took me the whole last footy season to just realize what this game means..
For an outsider it may look like a cross between rugby and soccer..
But believe me, after a year..
I was watching euro cup soccer n thought to myself.. “ aren’t these people a little too concerned about their clothes?!!!?!!!” check this link n u ll know... :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWXaujiReYA&feature=related

Angles in real life..

2008-06-25T11:37:00.000+10:00

Well, as the heading says,I know all of us would have met angels sometime or the other....

It could be one from your own house,friend or even some random stranger.I am speaking of those people who knowingly or unknowingly do just that one small thing for you which u may remember when u read this.

I still remember that day clearly even now.It was just a week since I landed in this strange land which has been my home for the past one year. As Aj was working far off then,he would leave very early in the morning giving me a few errands to run during the day as he would be coming back late.

He even had got me a bank account and I got my new bank card so that i could use it while he s not around.

That fine morning,I left home to go to the post-office to post a few documents As instructed. I decided to encash some money at the Atm nearby and go to the post office.(those were the days when this dim-wit called me did not know I could use my card to swipe and pay.Had i known that I would not have probably written this blog at all. Read more n you ll know why I am telling this.)

I stopped at the Atm n balancing my bag in one hand with all documents,fiddled with my wallet to pull out the card and before I knew it,plonk! I DROPPED THE CARD IN THE RECIEPT BOX!!it just slipped out of my hand and As i watched just fell right inside the reciept box.

Now I hadnt seen this thing my whole life earlier, these small slits just in the bottom of the ATM named as reciepts which are locked!!

And here I was standing like a moron,in a strange place, with no money,no husband nearby(he was busy that day and had left me the message that he ll call me during lunch n this was 9.30!) and my ATM card in the reciept box!!that too please note:it was a unused activated one..)

I was shell-shocked..

looked around..not one kind face..

n there it was.. my eyes filling with tears..

sheeeeesh!

I looked around again and my eyes went on the ATM mechine.

I tried to read this cusotmer helpline number through my tear filled eyes and dialled it.

As soon as I got through the recorded voices and heard a nice human voice "hello"

The dam broke and there I was sobbing n telling this man about my lose card.

He listened patiently and said those angelic words "please dont cry,look we cant get you back that card, but it s only a card,we can send a new one for u.but please dont cry" And to console me further & to probably give me a better start to that bad day, promised me to wave off the charges for the lost one which was my other worry,
(cause I dint have a job then and aj had a small -time job then just started a few days ago.)

I felt consoled by someone i knew,not any stranger.

He might have been just doing his job, but to be so kind with his words and being patient to advice me what to do was really very nice of him.

I could not even thank that man later nor do i know him..

But his mere polite words made my day....
Sometimes there are angels in real life!! Thanks angel!!

Got tagged along!!!

2008-06-12T15:29:00.001+10:00

YES!!
The day s here when I decided to return!! and I have..
Now, from being a nayi naveli blogger to another useless blogger who just could not decide what to write..
I was reading this when I decided to give some work to my dead "creative corner"
to write little known facts about me!!(some of which would have have been realised by me on-the -spot)
1) On-the -spot: I love on-the spot stuff..from writing things(like i am writing this one) to on-the stop contests like pic n act/speak etc etc..
2) I started blogging just because I enjoyed reading these "online-dairies" and can comment on them without being a anonymous writer...
3)I feel like writing blogs when I am tied with 200 things to do and decide to take a break!!
phew!! so much for my "rest-time!!"
4) My brain runs so so fast at times when I think what I should be writing here that these mental debates usually end up resulting into one of the greatest inventions of mankind-ZERO!!
absolutely nothing!!
I guess that should be enough for now..
that was some brushing up... anyway, till the next time..
let there be "world peace!!" ( I love these stereotype answers!!!)

Well..here are the flowers...

2008-02-18T14:27:00.002+11:00

Arent they beautiful?!!! lilies are yet to bloom!!

something mushy!!

2008-02-13T10:52:00.005+11:00

I was just sitting in the train this morning and remembering my ventures on this day..zomming back to my college, high school and primary school days..

Feb 14th
Primary School:
It was a big thing for me! Which kid won’t be excited to get to eat Sheera in the morning(yummy!!) and doodpak(kheer) during supper??
I would just rush off, get ready to school in a hurry,plonk a kiss each on my anama n ajja(Granny n grandpa)'s cheeks, shake hands grandly with my dad, hug my mum and in a chores(with my sis!!) shout "Happy Anniversary!!"
Yup, co-incidentally our bhatmam(family priest! just like you have a family doctor)decided that my grandparents were to be married on feb 14th decades ago and exactly 30 years later again made a(romantic guy eh!!!) decision of my parents wedding date..
resulting in me and my lil sis hogging on twice the amount of goddies on this day!!
In return, I remember making very shabby looking (if u see them now!!) cards and presenting it grandly to them..
And then when I was almost a Teenager..(12 years,13 'running'!!Why cant it be 13 walking or swimming or flying..i dont get it!!)I read about Valentine s story in my favourite magazine 'Gokulam'.I still remember trying to give my parents n the grand ones the "gyan" about valentines and how fortunate they were(???!!) to be married on that day.I was mesmerized by the bhatmam's far-fetched wisdom..probably he knew it that in western countries, they celebrate valentines ..or my crazy imagination went wild as I explained to my parents that he must have had close association to st valentines in some Janam(speak of creativity plus spiritual touch plus humour(SAD???!!)all in one talk given by me!!hah!!
They did the thing they were best at when they always wanted to shut me up without asking me to..IGNORED me!!
GROWN-UP s huh!!

High School time!!
With all the harmonal"chemical loocha" happening, what could one expect..But NO!!
My bunch would walk to the school and out with a stern look on their face as if any time some lallu -pallu could pounce on us to catch us as "valentine"duh!!who want s a bunch of nerdies???!!!You see though I was an 'above -average' (as my mum put it across to relatives dying to know whether I am better then thier precious daughters..)I used to hang around with a bunch of smart brains..(But most of them are still in touch and I just love them for what they are!!) and was pretty petrified at the thought of any silly boy trying to get my attention..Yikes!!

College days..
It was like some festival..
Totally glamorized..filmy n ouch..stinging at times!!
Not only Valentines but every occasion in the college like Fests n parties were treated in a "valentin"y fashion..
red roses, friendship ribbons(er.. try to get this theorey.. tie one red band:let s be friends..;tie two bands- its something more than that???!!er..I dint get it.. does two red bands signify love??oh!!)
n then there would be dedications of songs(which was kind aa cute) and some rich bloke showing off his gurl to the whole world dedicating the same song over n over again some 10 times..
well.
All s well that ll end well is it??

Feb 14 -25 years after my parents were married(last year)
I almost got married on this date, but unfortunately our horoscopes dint permit us..So aj n me tied knots a week later..

over n out!!I meant..
zooooooom out!!

Today as I was reading,Listening to the radio and thinking(speak of multi-tasking!!)I was smiling (in my mind!!of course.If i smile at myself in a train.. then I am definetly 'out of my mind!!") at the various emotions this dat brought out of me.. As I heard the r.j. s helping ppl ove the radio send 'surprise!!'flowers,choclates and notes..
I thought of my silly dream since my high school days, that every morning on Feb 14th I used to secretly wish that someone would give me a big bunch of red roses..
(Dint matter who then.. it was just the flowers that matter man...)
Smiling at this (this time.. Khule aam..Janta se Samne..)I traced my way to my office, logged onto my system..
11.00 a.m.
Knock on the door!!I dint bother looking up..
n there s this sweet old lady with a small bucket of flowers..reading out "sweadi"(aussie accent!!samjha karo yaar)..
I was like"Whoa...!!!"* smile...*stop!!! *grin.hehe..*(cant stop smiling!!it s like stuck to my lips pulling it apart towards my ears!!)
Will post the pics of my bunch of red roses n lilies(after they bloom I can tell the colour..probably tomorrow)
My wish came true!!plus It s not some "era-gera nattu phera" but aj..would sent me..
*geeee* (A special ‘grinnish’ smile to you darling!!)

the passion....the drive..and the start..

2008-02-11T11:39:00.000+11:00

I am person with loads and loads of "starting problem"..

To be more precise I need a 'KICK-start' in most cases if I quote my husband..( now who knows this 'bitter truth' better than aj?he must be having the urge to kick me atleast a dozen times for every "maha"task i ve to do..)

So i need some strong motivation.. stronger than a cup of coffee with 2 spoons of dark-roast coffee powder.. always..

Its not that I am lazy..once I start..I can go-on and on and actually enjoy what I am doing..

Its just I am "starto-phobic"..

So when we got engaged looooooooooooooooooooong back in 2006..(Dont u laugh!! 2006 is not looooooooong back.is it? do u remember what u did at 11.23 a.m.on jan12 th and at 7.30p.m. on may 1 st.2006 .do u? do u??? ha!! )

ok.. back to the point..

One of Aj s endeared request was "revive" my driving skills..

sounds easy eh!!Did I do it?

Beep beep:request denied!!

October 2006 -wedding date fixed..

Beep Beep Beep: driving classes not done..

arey!!I ll do it..

Loadsaa time's there ok..Besides there are more important things..

December 2006..visa arrives..

Nothing done about D.S.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPP:

and

February 2007..

Plonk!!: Mission Impossible.. as I landed here..

The Ultimate question came after I burnt my hands(literally!!) coking and aj had more than one dis-abled,dis-interesting n many more dis's...looking curry in a dish ..

gave me a disgusted look and asked.."well,atleast u can drive.. I hope???!!"

eeeeeeesshhhhhhhh!!

now what?

I tried to explain my "problem" to him..

errrr... tried to..

he dint get it then..

But later on as time went,

he knew and realised..n also figured out the solution..

So I was FORCED(Thats the exact motivation I get now-a-days!!..) to take my learners..

which i cleared with flying colours..all colourful.. (No offence:But any moron/bimbo can CLEAR the learners..all it takes it to mug up a book and give a "kaun banega"type of test...)

and then the long pause..

no signal towards driving again...

My hubby pestered me.. pulled me to his car..but na..

Driving मेरे बस या कार कि बात नही..

अब क्या? जब दिल से मांगो तो कुछ भी मिल जाये॥ "motivation" क्या चीज़ है??

So came into picture two of my favourite ppl in this world!!

Both are very close friends of mine..one from my college days(x) and other one I made friends here(y).the only gurl I have among my friends here..(duh!! rest all are boys!!)

now, x learnt driving,snailed her way thru test and aila!!she bought a new car..

thats in one corner of this world..(oh, dont i miss her??)

while the other one(y) got a job faaaaaaaaar away from here,so bought a car and is now settled well with all her courage ..plus her car n driving..

बस इतना काफी था..

I made my mind..

n today I took my first driving sessions..

Aila!!that was fun..I Wanna drive...and I have the drive now...

aj खुश हुवा!!

P.s. how did i get this self-realisation about' startophobia'.... simple da..I always have my thinking cap on...now that s something I dont need a 'kick' start for!!! Thats why I just loved him ...

FRIENDS - season 1

2008-02-08T23:28:00.003+11:00

No.. No..
I did not mean F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
I am speaking of friends..yours n mine..
these people come across as mere strangers..come closer to you..
Some remain close to you during some course of time in our lives..Some stick around a little more..and some are destined to be friends for a long long time!!
Sometimes I feel,making friends is a life -time process!
Like I remember my grandpa had a few little friends he had made during his last few years of life.They would wave to him,smile,whenever they met him walking down the road and he in turn would chat to them for a short while n then continue walking.I never knew how they were friends,But they were always there somewhere on his way..calling him various names from "vag ajjo"(tiger-grand dad!!haha) to dodda mama(big uncle!) and he having a big laugh n sometimes buying them a lil chocolate or a few groundnuts..
Where as my granny still has her gang of young lads(I call them her 'army'!!)from the neighbourhood and they call out her when they walk by, run errands for her,share their joys n sorrows.Heart-breaks to career,cricket to Indian economy,movies to political scenarios what not are discussed !She gives them goodies at times,scolds them more and every time I go home, her gang seems to be growing and growing!!
And she ll have a few interesting bits to tell me, complaints about some 'useless fellow',praises about some 'good kid'!!
And speaking about Life-long friends and keeping it alive..
My grand parents are live examples..
Anama(that's how I call my Grand ma) have had these 2 other Bapama s(Grand aunt s as we Call them!) as friends all life..One of them G was her classmate till metric(that's 10th std)in Coorg and they used to be in touch with letters,cards(till phone s became a part of our daily lives!).My granny who loves travelling(I think she passed that "travel-o-bug" to me!!) actually went to many places to visit her as her husband kept getting posted to various places in India and saw a fair bit of India when the concept of travel meant only thirat yatras(visiting holy places!) or was only for the rich and the famous!
Just the two of them explored loads of places then around the town where G stayed..
Anama n G were part of each others every mode n chapter of life..children,their education,weddings n their grand ones(us!!:)
During her last days,G was aware that something was wrong(though she dint know she was suffering from some life-taking thing)and my grand ma was informed of it by her family..
N I ll never ever forget that last meeting!
It was so heart-touching,Heart breaking for the rest of us..But when I and her daughter who was there started talking.. I felt that we ll be always linked to each other..even though we seldom met..It was like a light of hope in me.. some solace..
Anama s other friend is S bapama.Now S and anama s pair can do "sabki chutti"(beat anyone!!) with their enthusiasm ..its like 'Age no Bar!" when they both decide to do something together(Sometimes I feel if they decide to climb Mt.Everest,they ll just do it.. who cares if they are in their 70 something!!)umaar hui humari.. woh dono to abhi bhi jawaan hai..(if anyone s grown old, its us, they are still young(at heart!!)
These two have got this whole "family friends"thingy..
They had their spouses be friends..
kids were friends..
now I have her grand daughter as a good friend since my childhood n she s a sweetheart!!
and today we are still in touch with each other(thanks to easy to access e-world we have now)
keeping our inheritance 'friendship' alive!!
as about the two friends anama n S bapama they might be hatching some wonderful to-do-plan now.. to celebrate diamond jubilee of their friendship now..

Bret lee v/s Ishant Sharma..

2008-02-05T16:24:00.000+11:00

6.00 A.M.
hit snooze..
6.30 a.m.
Mooove the arse out of the cosy comfy bed..

7.00 a.m.
Moodala maneya....muttina neerina..yaraka va hoyda..(its a famous poem regarding the beauty of sun...)..wait a minute..
from where on earth did my dearest husband get this poem to hum along?
as the voice got stronger and stronger with the wrods going softer(he dint know it really!!)
the wicked me decided to put an end to it..
'will you stop killing the song?'
as usual the song got 'louder'!!
I continued confidently..
'u r literally stabbing the song..
do u even know who wrote it'
(I was mentally doing the victory dance.. ummmahhh!! sweet sweet victory.. early in the morning..
yummy!!!)
and pat comes the reply "D.R.Bendre(A famous poet who has won jnanapeeth award for his contributuins in kannada literature)
oh my goood!! nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!
how come he knew?
I am the one who loves poems.. he loves cars..
No away..
and here s aj giving the victory laugh....(booohh)
and to my misery says in the a cricket commentry ishtyle "and that s a six hit by ishant sharma to bret-lee s attack!!
what a shot!bret-lee looks perplexed..blah blah blah..
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....
Bret-lee will have "her" day soon..
ahem ahem!!

Mera Pehla Pehla Blog..

2008-01-22T14:19:00.000+11:00

It never occured to me that I can transfer the outputs of my 'full speed running internal CPU ' in other words called "my Brain" into this space for the following reasons:

a)To prove to this world(by 'world' I mean people who read this if someone does..)that I can Write too :D

b)To Improve my Writing skills which had got a full stop the day I gave my Thesis report to get printed right back in June 2005..(after I finished my project work) ..

c) If you are already laughing your head off at the above written reasons.. that becomes my third reason to write..to provide 'full-to' 100% tax exempted entertainment..

d)If its not funny..then definitely its targeted for the crowds suffering from insomnia..

try reading my blog s as sleep-time story..& u ll be asleep in no-time..

e)Well... if nothing works.. arey.. dint u read my profile dumbo..

SIMPLY TIME PASS!!!