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Time to move on!!

>> Wednesday, December 31, 2008

She watched the sun go down. There was something powerful about this sunset. It only seemed to make her resolve stronger.
There had been several times when she had made this decision but something seemed to hold her back, some unknown force. She was being drawn into a different world, a world which existed only in her dreams, a fact she refused to accept. The smile she carried with her hid her insecurities from the world too. Nobody seemed to spot the cracks in the smile.

This year had been a year of hanging onto a past which refused to die down. Of dreaming up things, which would never come true. The last day of this year seemed to jolt her out or her reverie. She knew time was running out, decisions needed to be made. She had to move on. Moving on, two little world which have far reaching effects. The scars which would come back to hurt her in the unlikeliest moments. The mistakes that make a habit to haunt her and the sorrow of an unfulfilled dream that she would carry with her.

Rome wasn’t built in a day… goes the popular saying and nor do lives change in day. But one day at a time tiny changes creep in and in a year’s time we are not the same anymore.

Happy new year to all of you!!!

The past year has been good, bad and ugly for me and I just hope I can shed the ugly burden and move on to 2009. Just an attempt to leave the hurt here and move on!!!!!


Do you believe in Miracles??

>> Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Two pairs of eyes sat staring at the screen. Taking in each piece of information thrown at them. Each time hoping to find what they were looking for; a face in crowd.

Their faces often clouded with disappointment and self doubt. Was this going to be another futile goose chase? They looked at her with anticipation, hoping that she would give them support in their time of need, but to no avail. But they were not ready to give up yet, after all life was about hoping. Their dream would come true, he would definitely come into their lives and everything would be alright again. All the questions of their prying neighbors would be definitely put to rest. They believed in miracles.

This is precisely the feeling I get each time I see my parents scout the matrimony sites for me!!! They keep hoping for a miracle... ;)



>> Tuesday, December 9, 2008

She could hear their muted whispers as she walked past them. How much she had changed over a matter of few days. Today she didn’t even bother to turn and smile at them, they said. Yet she continued walking, looking straight ahead.

Snob; that was the word they had used. It had hurt her too much. They hadn’t bothered to check with her about her misery. They had just drawn their conclusions. She didn’t bother to correct them, she believed in keeping her woes to herself. This too shall pass she knew, time would reveal the truth to all!!

Only if the people around her had realized that the new found snobbery was thanks to a real stiff neck developed over the weekend!!!


Of Ironies and Iron men!!

>> Wednesday, December 3, 2008

He hurried to get dressed for work; he was running late which was unlike him. His roommates had already left and the room looked like it had been hit by a hurricane. He smiled as he remembered how they had teased each other over girlfriends and crushes at the club last evening.
He blushed as he stuffed his wallet, she did look pretty in that but he knew that smile would turn to a scowl if he forgot her birthday next month.

As the bus sped down the road, his colleagues talked about their plans for the upcoming holiday. He had planned to catch with the many movies he had missed. Slowly as they neared their destination, all talk in the bus turned to work. They focused on the day ahead.

The bus screeched to a halt, his day had begun. Then it was a just a non stop flurry of activity. By the look of it, it already seemed a long say in office.

Little did he know it would also be his last!!

A small tribute to all the brave men in uniform who walk into danger knowing what awaits them. Who have their dreams and aspirations at the back of their minds but give it all up for people they don’t know, but just know the fact that they are their country men, irrespective of the region they belonged to.

Tears will be shed, peace marches held, but that birthday card will always remain not sent!!



>> Friday, November 14, 2008

"The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.".. Don williams Jr

I had been planning a vacation since quite some time. Finally I decided to pack my bags and leave to my home state , God's own country.....So come join me as I take you with me on our escapades...

There is a rule while going on vacation, you are not fully packed and done till you have actually boarded your train. The same goes with me too, last minute scrambling and rushing to stores for all the essentials , and still when I unpacked and looked for stuff, many of it had mysteriously disappeared.
We had booked tickets to Kerala by train, a long 32 hour journey. However we were in for a hearty surprise, the Indian railways keeping our drudgery in mind, had upgraded our train to make it a “Nature trail /Eco tourism” special. The main attractions were the mighty cokroaches. We had a field day observing their behavior in extremely cold (read AC) conditions. Few of my co-passengers though were more interested in the rat family nearby and their hourly squabbles over the fact that the cockroaches were stealing the thunder!! (Yeah, they have ego-trips too!!)

The first week whizzed past in a whirlwind of weddings and temple visits. The divinity being a little exasperated with me after a while though. I visited around more than half a dozen of them in a day and they were fed up with the same conversations I had with all of them (You see they had no variety to chit chat over high tea that day except me!!). The elderly relatives fed me till I had food coming out of my ears…complaining “You have lost weight.” (Yay so my weight concealing outfits were working… I rejoiced!!).

Then there was the dreaded M word (marriage for the uninitiated). From birds and bees to the tallest coconut trees, all wondered aloud why “good luck” was eluding me. The only end result of all this being a new “Zen –like” expression on my face and more temple visits!!

The next leg of the journey was a fun filled week of back packing across southern part of Kerala with a few friends. It was a slightly unplanned trip; we had just the places we wanted to visit in mind ….a la Anthony BourdainNo Reservations!!

The first place we went to was the majestic Padmanabhapuram Palace. The beautiful sculptures and wood work had us spellbound. The palace is breathtakingly beautiful and well maintained. We had our funny moments though … when my friend innocently asked one unsuspecting guide .. “But why didn’t Marthanda Varma, the king get married? Wasn’t he an eligible bachelor?” The look on the guide’s face was priceless and the rest of us were almost ROTFL. (psst we did have some cheeky answers from another friend for above question …but since this a family blog… ;) )
Kovalam beach was a major disappointment though .And what do I say about the Veli tourist village .. the sculptures or whatever you can call them were just best left to wild imagination …

We left for Alleppey the next day. With no train tickets, and me being a first time back packer, I was shivering when the ticket collector asked us to get down at the next station. I am sure he wanted to throw us out, but looking at the mountains we were carrying in the name of luggage he didn’t bother to test his muscle strength. So we were stranded in no man’s land in Varkala for a while, with the locals eyeing us with looks they only reserved for aliens.
We stayed at a wonderful home stay option at Alleppey. The hosts provided us with a cosy room in their house and lovely meals. Trust me, the way we were devouring food, I am sure they would do a background check the next time around… “Starvation victims will not be entertained!!”
The backwater cruise in the lovely houseboat however made up for all the missed trains and crowded buses. It was like a trip to another world, a journey we all will never forget in a long time to come.

The next stop was at Kottayam. The plan was to visit the Kumarakom Bird sanctuary. Visit it we did, but the birds seemed to have gone on a wedding reception or a party, leaving behind just a few hens and crows. I am sure they didn’t get our letter announcing our arrival, else this wouldn’t have happened.

Our final pit stop was at Cochin, rather near Cochin, in a quaint city called Thripunithura. My pal A and his parents were our hosts. Hosts would be a rather formal way to put it, the reception they gave us was like family, though we were meeting them for the first time... It was like an instant connection, like we had shared some bond long ago. We visited the Thripunithura royal family at the Hill Palace and went on a wonderful ferry ride across all the islands in Cochin. We had so much fun, with the jokes aunty cracked, for in future whenever I hear the word “Adulteration” I will think of her.( ok that’s an inner circle joke.. cant explain). As I waved them good bye, I felt I was leaving my folks behind. :)

As our train chugged out of Ernakulam Town station towards Pune and we waved out to A, I suddenly felt something was about to change... and it has indeed.. for better or for worse!!
I had one of the best trips ever. Made lasting friendships, one tiny grouse though being a miffed friend .. still wondering what went wrong in a matter of 12 hours.. I wish I knew... :(

As this post is on a journey, can baggage be far behind, considering we had loads of it . I’ll end this with a quote I read in Anita Nair’s book “Mistress”

“Baggage I suppose .. he said softly. None of us is free of it, and yet if we were, we wouldn’t be who we are”
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P.S: Two learning’s from the trip:
1) It is not necessary to just own a camera.. You should know to use it too!!! (Yeah all my pictures look like they have been shot by a 3 year old)

2) Malayalis are very disciplined people, don’t believe me … ok then check the disciplined queues at the Beverages Corporation outlets.. even army drills will be put to shame.

Acknowledgement : I thank "god" for the first pic ;) in the post


Path to Redemption!!

>> Sunday, November 9, 2008

She looked forlorn…. There was no reply even today. In the past she had brushed off his lack of response to being busy and distracted by truck loads of work. Her patience seemed to be wavering now and she had no idea whom to turn to.

Strange thoughts seem to pass through her head. Where had things gone wrong she wondered? Everything had seemed so hunky dory in the past... at least most of the time.
Everyone around her seemed so happy, what had she done wrong that things had taken such a grim turn.

So many mails had gone unanswered, so many conversations turning into monologues… She slowly nodded her head, picking herself to face another day in isolation. To be ignored, she thought is not a very nice place to be in!!

Why was God not returning her mails???
Had God really created a rule that sent all her mails to a special folder called “Trash”in his MS outlook … (the bane of being born in a tech savvy generation she rued …atleast there were no firewalls and rules at earlier ;)!!)
But as these thoughts flitted through her head, she sat down to write God her next mail…
For she believed.. “Hope Is a Good Thing, Maybe the Best of Things, and No Good Thing Ever Dies.
(Shawshank Redemption)



>> Monday, October 27, 2008

There is this constant itch for a quick fix... she had this glazed look in her eyes which no one could read. Her mind was muddled. She wanted to go out to her world. Her world of distant friends who seemed to now be a part of her being. People she had never met in her life time.

Why is that drug addicts and computer aficionados are both called users?

I am on vacation folks and just 2 days without the internet and I am missing this blog world like crazy. I feel the need for BA (Bloggers Anonymous or rather Blogohholics Anonymous ;)). So long till my next fix folks ;)

Wish you all a very very happy Diwali!!


And I looked on with stars in my eyes.....

>> Tuesday, October 21, 2008

He came, he performed and battled a thunderstorm. The world to which he belonged to,watched with awe as he grew from strength to strength. His blitzkreig left most of his opponents gasping for breath. But the respect he got from one and all , proved that all good things come in small packages :) .. He stood out not only for his game but for the standards he set for off field behaviour.

Fame is a bee; it has a song, it has a sting. Ah too, it has a wing! "
Emily Dickinson

And he didn't let fame touch him ... not even a wee bit!!
As the whole world looked at him, waiting for him to take one wrong step... A little girl looked at him with stars in her eyes , with absolute adoration ...

Not every promising player accomplishes as much as he promises. Tendulkar has. Let us celebrate that. His record will be broken. But his impact will last. (Courtesy : Cricinfo article)


Different.. Yet so similar

>> Tuesday, October 14, 2008

They met by the quirk of fate at a hospital room. From that moment on, both their lives changed forever. They reveled in each other’s company, each watching the other as they took small steps towards their chosen fields. Helping each other as their steps faltered.

However as years passed, their relationship hit the adolescence roadblock. They argued on lengths, one thought that anything above waist length(hair ofcourse) was extremely short, while the other thought a bob was way too long!! They had loud debates on the advantages of talking softly ....

One believed that a penny saved was a penny well spent while the other believed every penny was worth spending.
The major concerns were regarding encroachments…of the wardrobe kind…. So, one had a firewall which blocked all the communication packets if it had the word “Clothes”. The “Tattoo” word was once uttered, what followed was a icy cold stare… which almost melted the Himalayas!!

Their rock wars were legendary, would have put even the gladiator to shame. It began with the advantages of adorning the bling n rocks in keeping with the neighborhood slogan of “Neighbor’s envy Owner’s pride” but ended with firework display … one with verbal missiles and the other relying on the tried and tested tear missiles ;)

So like the Coffee Bite ad says, the arguments continued!!!

But if one fine day, one of them sitting all alone at home, is hit by sudden burst of dreams going bust syndrome and breaks down in to a pool of them so called salt water. The other one comes back after a day of so called hectic social commitments (read navratri poojas), just glances at the supposedly scrubbed (to remove tear stains) face and asks, “Were you crying?” That’s when the phrase “bound by the umbilical cord” actually hits you with such a force that it takes your breath away!!

They are around to soothe your pains and to help you with homework and skin your hide when comic books mysteriously appear between textbooks And to say with a straight face “Your belt just walked past, if you walk faster, you might catch up….” :)
Mothers and daughters…. Alike but yet so different !!
P.S.: Please dont tell my mom i wrote this, for more than once she has told me if I didnt look so much like her, she would have been sure there was a mix up at the hospital!!


Those Little things….

>> Thursday, September 25, 2008

Sometimes it’s joy which you get from the unlikeliest things that put a genuine smile on your face. Midnight calls from unexpected quarters, mails and messages to know you are remembered and missed. Impromptu celebrations and even a meeting you forced upon someone ….
The candles were missing; you were made to do with blowing a match stick… (now isn’t that the sweetest way of not revealing your age). People would have rather slept off after a grueling day at work, but since you want to be indulged, they oblige. A chocolate cake never tasted so nice and the bun-maska –jam combo would win hands down to any gourmet dinner.

There were no frills, confetti or streamers, but a genuine effort to make my day and boy it did!!! Nothing in life comes for free, but some moments are truly priceless.

To all those who made my day special yesterday in their own little and not so little ways!! Thanks a ton!!



>> Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Last week the city I live in was inundated by rain for precisely 2 hours for one day. The chaos that followed after that was a testimony of the exemplary planning of our city planners. Stuck in traffic for 3 hours, my heart went out to the people in Bihar who had been going through this for days on end.

The flood and the fact that we were one of the few organizations working when whole of Maharashtra was celebrating Ganesh Chaturthi had put me in a real cranky mood the next day too. However I was unaware that another flood awaited me. But this was a flood that brought back the smile on my face.
I t was a flood of happiness. The joy that someone actually likes being your friend. In this real world of fickle friends, it’s nice to know someone right across the globe calls you a friend!!!

Keshi sent across two great gifts, which I am going to treasure for a real long time. And the best Part is that I get to share this gift and spread cheer too. Talk of having the cake and eating it too!!

So , here I display the awards I got from Keshi, (I know this acknowledgement is 2 weeks late !! )

Its the Blogging Friends Forever Award . And I pass this on to Mathew, Neena, Nikhil, Macadamia the nut, Thomas, G-man, Mayz , Keshi ( how can I forget you), Solitaire .

And the Brilliant Weblog award was also given to me by Keshi. It felt like a Pulitzer (I almost had an acceptance speech made up).Iwonderif I even really deserve this. I pass this on to some of the most brilliant bloggers around.

Neena, Silverine ( both her fantastic blogs), Karthik, Solitaire, Durba, Nikhil, Keshi , Mathew, Mayz , full2faltu.
This is all I ahve to say to you Keshi girl
"Something that has always puzzled me all my life is why, when I am in special need of help, the good deed is usually done by somebody on whom I have no claim. ~William Feather"


Great Words

>> Sunday, August 24, 2008

I have been tagged by two very special people from Blogville…

Thomas, the face which rules “Indians most wanted (character assassin)” charts in the blog world. His skills are known far and wide. No one dares to cross his path, for then the consequences are dangerous. I hope this description doesn’t make me one of his victims too …

And then by Neena. Her lucid writings never fail to touch a chord. She takes you down memory lane each time she pens a few lines.

Tag Rules

Jot down 5 of your favorite quotes from the various books you’ve read. If you don’t have the books with you now, googling (Wikiquotes and the like) can be used to find them. Tag five people and acknowledge the person who tagged you. ( okay I just copied the rules verbatim Thomas !!)

1) "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference." --Robert Frost

My all time favorite quote. It describes the person I am and strive to be …

2) Winning is most important. Everything is consequence of that -- Ayrton Senna

I love Formula 1. The speed is exhilarating and so are the races … the man I admire the most is Ayrton Senna. He lived in the fast lane in the literal sense!!
He always said God is my co-driver and I believe that’s true for each of us.

3) I'd rather be hated for who I am than be loved for who I’m not. Wanting to be someone else is waste of who you are ... Kurt Cobain

Kurt Cobain isn’t a role model, but somewhere these words ring so true.

4) "A true friend is someone who knows there's something wrong even when you have the biggest smile on your face."

Don’t know where I read this quote, but had it written down. So true about friends, they know when things are genuine and when the smile is plastic and your broken inside.

5) “People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world.”--Calvin

I find my life is a lot easier the lower I keep everyone's expectations. – Calvin

Calvin and Hobbes, my stress buster. When the going gets tough, nothing motivates more than a simple comic strip.

I end this tag with a quote from a book, “A Thousand Splendid Suns”, one of the few books which made me value each gift I have. The value of the freedom I enjoy so unabashedly.
. . . she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother. A person of consequence at last. (Hope I can leave the world just like that)

I tag Keshi , Mayz , Solitaire , Macadamia the nut, Karthik.


Sinister Seven!!

>> Sunday, August 17, 2008

The bus swerved along the dust path. She woke up with a sudden start and looked all around her. The rest of the passengers of the bus were fast asleep. The bumpy drive had killed her sleep and her thoughts veered to a handful of people who called themselves “Sinister Seven”!!

As the name suggests, they all had a shade of grey in their nature and whatever they gave the gang was just an extension of their personalities. The gang which came together as a quirk of destiny, but had formed such a notorious reputation, that even thinking of them sent shivers down people’s spines.

She thought of the gang leader, Bhai, they all called him with due respect. He was a philosopher dressed in the guise of an automobile geek. He religiously set the strategy of the gang, doling out his advice to all and sundry. The kingpin, his words and plans were always the Omertta for them all.

Bheja fry a.ka. Nerd. He was the operations guy for the gang. He always stood out among the otherwise rowdy gang for his mild nature. But that was just a camouflage for iron glove with which he handled the Bhai’s men!! Unknown to all, he nursed a passion for dance, and finally made world know of the same when he danced his heart out for the World Sinister Meet…

Icehead a.k.a Thanda… A weird name you would think, but that was how he was. Nothing in this world seemed to shake his resolve to not react to anything that even shook up mother earth. Everything had just one reaction, a smile. He was the go to man in extreme crisis, for his lack of emotions helped the gang think straight. However he could bring out extreme reactions from the rest with his impromptu musical rendition, given his talent to make up lyrics even for the most famous songs…

Hero a.ka. Chikna, the charmer in the whole gang. The huge female following the gang enjoyed (despite their wild image) was mostly his contribution. He just had to smile and the world was at his feet. He was the PR man for the gang, building a reputation for them among the other Sinister gangs.

Then there was Netaji or Leader, the name which was given to him, given his interest in the local college political scene. He was known far and wide for being a mediator par excellence. He had to his credit resolved many disputes for the gang. His negotiation skills had also won them many a contracts in the dark world. A true personality!!

DJ , they named him, for his great musical talent. His wisecracks had all of them in splits. He was the crisis man. He was a storehouse of trivia. The looked upto him for the details when micro planning was desired.

The guy who completed the gang, their global face. They called him Chota Bhai. The guy who kept their supply of arms and ammunition intact in times of drought and flood.
His main task was to keep the gang standard in line with other international gangs.

Together thy made up the fabric of a group which spread dread whenever they gathered together, their laughter too often mistaken for crack of thunder, such was the impact it gave to the outside world.

(However there was a catch; after revealing so much of insider information, she had to go underground with police protection. … Happy Rakshabandhan my dear bothers… This is just my way of saying thank you for everything and I am truly proud of what each one of you have turned into.. true gentlemen ….
Psst.. but please fess up to the world that all the weight I put on is because all the secrets I store for you!!! And yeah our war cry “Lukkhagiri Rulezzzzz”!!!)



>> Tuesday, July 29, 2008

The passers-by went about their day,
Unaware that my world had just blown away,
I so wanted them all to pause and say
It is just a bad dream, the storm will pass by

Streaming sunlight filtered past my blinds,
Sometimes I wonder why it is welcomed by all mankind,
The sun rays sometimes crack my smiling mask,
Revealing, that to smile is such a daunting task.

The darkness spreads slowly across the skies,
Beneath the crimsons and the black, slowly I unravel my mask.
The silent tears can now roll down free,
In the dark, no one can bother me.

I slowly moved across to the window pane,
The drawn curtains reveal the pattering rain,
The raindrops wash my tear stained face,
But my heart still yearns and the gnawing pain remains….

Note: My attempt at something remotely poetic, written around 3 years back... Just found it in my archives and posted it . Please bear with the rhyme!!


And the argument continues!!

>> Friday, July 25, 2008

“The average woman would rather have beauty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think.”

I read the above quote somewhere and have been wondering how much truth the above statement holds. I have been having these small arguments with my devilish side of how untrue it is, but small doubts do linger…. does this hold true with women too?? Do they fall for the shine too??( By shine I mean the silver shine here ;-))

Wonder what you all think though!!!

Have a great weekend folks…


Irresistable 8

>> Monday, July 21, 2008

8 , this number has been plaguing my thoughts ever since the editor of the Bower Times has me to do my doctoral research on the importance of the same.... Here are a few first hand observations on the same ....

8 Things I am Passionate about

  • Family

  • Music : From GnR to Indian Ocean, from Kishore to Pink floyd.. there is a rhythm for each moment...

  • Books

  • Friends

  • Being punctual

  • To keep my humor intact matter how hard it is at times

  • Sports

  • Good food :)

8 things I want to do before I die

  • Drive my own SUV ... a Lexus Land Cruiser atleast ( whats the harm in dreaming !!)

  • Get a tattoo

  • Backpack to remote destinations and host a travel show

  • Learn to play the guitar and violin

  • Watch an Formula 1 race live

  • Overcome my fear of water and learn swimming

  • Be at peace with myself

  • Rein in my temper :)

8 things I say often

  • Oh my god

  • Yeah right

  • Kuch bhi..

  • Ishwara ( god in malayalam)

  • Ciao

  • What the hell... which in cases of extreme emotion metamorphosises to you know what ;)

  • Whatever... (like a sign of indifference)

  • Bitch ( out of extreme love or exasperation to my fellow species!!)

8 books I last read

  • The Namesake - Jhumpa Lahiri

  • The Kite Runner -Khaled Hosseini

  • The Goal - Eliyahu M. Goldratt

  • A Thousand Splendid suns - Khaled Hosseini

  • The Interpreter of Maladies - Jhumpa Lahiri

  • The Japanese wife - Kunal Basu

  • Difficult Daughters - Manju Kapur

  • A Beautiful Mind - Sylvia Nasar

8 songs which are my eternal favorites

I cheated on the last part of this tag and I am still miserable that so many of my fave songs have been left out ... :(

I tag: Anyone who hasnt done this tag yet!!


The Circus is in town…

>> Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Every year the residents of the quaint town waited with great anticipation for this time of the year. For this was one of the few occasions where the whole town participated with full gusto. The colorful banners said it all; yes the Circus was in town!!!

What’s so unique about a circus a mere passer by would wonder? Didn’t they come to each town? Yes they did, but this circus was performed by the people of the town itself!!

The people honed their skills all year through, especially the ones doing the risk acts like trapeze. Those who handled the animals had an even tougher job, the tigers, lions and elephants were getting complacent by the day and no amount of cajoling was working.
However no one complained, they just looked forward to their act being watched and appreciated.

The D day finally dawned. It was a frenzy of activity with everyone getting ready for the show. Finally their efforts would be in full view.

The opening ceremony was a frenzy of beating of the drums and a grand parade. The Town Mayor along with his councilors declared the Circus open.

The jugglers walked in showcasing their skills with knifes, balls and a collection of items. Each one trying to outdo the other (as there was a rumor that the best juggler was to be awarded handsomely!!)

Then it was the turn of the lions. The ring master proudly presented his brood to the crowds. After all they were his trump cards, outshining their acts year after year. The crowds watched them with bated breath, but this year the lions were disappointing. Their lackluster display almost drawing boos from the audience.

To placate the crowds, in came the joker!! There was a thunderous applause. The funny man went about his antics. He went among the audience, made his funny gestures, and cracked the local jokes…. Even the mayor wasn’t spared.
The act seemed so natural to the audience, after all he had to just paint himself funny and make the crowds laugh. (Only if they knew, thought the man himself, smiling all the time comes with a price!!).

The trapeze artistes came by next. Their artistry and perfection left the audience spellbound. They were given a standing ovation.

The town mayor felicitated the ring master and had words of praise for the artistes.

The curtains were down on this year’s extravaganza. The show producer looked in glee at the bounty he had managed to collect. The greedy town mayor came in to collect his share as part of the taxes, the ground fees. The show producer, like every year was reluctant to part with a huge share and haggled with the ring master on sharing the booty.
What about the performers you might wonder, they just laugh a knowing laugh. At least their creativity had an audience… what more could they ask for!!

(Dedicated in loving memory of the annual circus we have in our part of town … we call it Appraisals!..

Disclaimer: Resemblance to any anyone alive is purely coincidental!!)


Dreamz Unlimited

>> Wednesday, June 25, 2008

She was screaming her lungs out, so were the fellow tourists. The roller coaster was much more than she had bargained for. The adrenaline rush that it gave her was surely going to stay for a long time to come.

The Roller coaster, a little rickety and old, jostled its occupants around. The twists and turns it took, would give even the best crime writer a race for his money. The final descent was exhilarating to say the least. All the joy riders were shaken at the end of the ride but longed for more.

However a sudden honking startled them all, roller coasters don’t have horns do they?? Then where was this ear piercing sound coming from?

The dream had been shattered. The driver was still honking; today was the day all of them were practicing for the upcoming “Honking Olympics”. She was left wondering, but weren’t competing for “Roller Coaster” of the year award!!!. But an Olympic medal was not bad, however it came, she dreamed on …….


The inner turmoil!!!

>> Sunday, June 8, 2008

She held her quivering hands in order to stop them from dropping the glass. Parched lips, bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep… (was this the price I have to pay for my resolve she wondered.)
As the days dragged on, her self control seemed to slowly desert her. Prolonged abstinence had made day seem like a year. Her mind was giving right signals but the body seemed to be picking signals of its own…Maybe these were the withdrawal symptoms people talked about!!
Each day when it was time, her hand involuntarily reached out for her regular fix. It was only the meditation that she had learnt recently that got her through the wretched hour!!
The price she had paid was immense, so much of her precious time was lost she reminded her inner self!!

(She needed to train her mind to learn to love new things now …IPL was a thing of the past…But the craving for a daily dose seemed so strong that her hand invariably reached for the remote at 8 pm.. each day …)


Weird weirder weirdest!!!!

>> Wednesday, June 4, 2008

First my apologies to my blog pals, I confess I have been highly irregular with my posts.
Was flooded with work , it was and is still raining deadlines .... There seems to be no respite on that front. And to top it all, been nursing a swollen ankle due to a real freaky accident.(now that's so like me!!!)
I had been tagged twice so many moons back by my blog sistah
Macadamia. If I didn't do this tag now ( rather tags), I am sure she would even stop dropping by ....
Here we go....
The 1st tag was to give 5 time pass info about me which( I've never revealed on this blog!!!)

  • I talk very fast and talk a lot ( one of my friend even comments that me and silence are like chalk and cheese :( Sometimes my speech touches the speed of a Bullet train between Tokyo and Osaka, only when i see the blank expressions on the listener's face that I try to slow down :)
  • I can't watch horror movies... I try my best to pretend its all fake but the screen ghosts keep haunting me. ( wonder how I look into the mirror daily though :D)
  • Even if I try and keep my feelings to myself, my face betrays it all ... :( ( working on this one .. betrays me at the worst possible junctures in life you see)
  • I forgive but can't forget... cant help it but that's the way I am!!!
  • I suffer from partial amnesia... tend to forget names and directions easily and many other things too ( err now don't know if that's the sign of ageing !!)

Now lets get down to real business.. real quirky business.... (Macadamia asked me to list down 6 quirks too :) )

  • I love cars and enjoy ogling at them on the road... ( its only when the not so handsome drivers ogle back that I realize how much I was staring)
  • I read almost anything I can lay my hands on , which includes the newspaper used to wrap grocery, shampoo contents etc etc ...
  • As a kid, I used to love watching ants go about their business and even imagine what they must be sharing each time the ants passed one another ... (I would still do it, if only there were no time constraints)
  • I love to day dream .. I really think I would have given good competition to Mungerilal ( I am sure you remember him from Mungerilal ke Haseen Sapne on DD1)
  • I get put off by people with egos, of the size of Mount Everest, ... sorry I am not Edmund Hillary .. I cannot climb that mountain to please you :)
  • I really don't mind too much if people hurt me physically ( ok so that doesn't give you license to punch me) but I am distraught when people are rude. It tears me apart and takes me ages to get over rude people , always think its my fault they were rude!! :(

I am not tagging anyone .. most people I know have already done this .. Do feel free to pick it up if you like it :)

Om Tag -aaaya Namah


And he ruled her world!!!

>> Friday, May 30, 2008

As she slowly dragged herself around, twisted ankle and all, she mulled about how her life was being governed by a mysterious force

It all started as the teens, deserted her, a strong force seemed to take over her life. Whatever she did, it seemed to guide her all along. Each decision in her life now depended on him. The unknown mystery man seemed to have a great influence over her being. She waited to catch a glimpse of him daily. At the bus stops, in the examination hall, near the laboratories and when she started working, every day at the work place.

And true to his knight in shining armor persona, he never disappointed her, each day he charmed her with his magnetic personality. So addictive was his presence, that she couldn’t envision a future sans him. She was sure he was head over heels in love with her too, else why would he go out of his way to charm her daily??

A sudden sound, jolted her out of her reverie. She had missed her bus again, despite being just 2 mins late, the dragging foot she cursed. But deep down in her heart she knew it was him, he had this effect on her….. he knew how to turn her world around, he really did…. Murphy!!!
Yes he is the man who rules each passing moment of my life .. :D


Birdwatching Escapades...

>> Wednesday, May 7, 2008

The sun was just peeping out from the mountain when the group set out on a birdwatching trail. The lush greens beckoned them to a world unknown, a mystery that was just about to unravel ...

They had just moved ahead when someone from the group exclaimed" Hey thats a Malabar Pied hornbill." She grabbed the binoculors and looked up to see Mr Hornbill. But smart lad, he eluded her. Not to be done by, as the others in the group oohed and ahhed at him, she just exclaimed "Wow nice brown feathers!!!" only to be rebuked by a group member , not higher than her knee ( yes he was that young) ," Didi, hornbill is not brown" , ( uh oh, so what had she seen then).

Then someone spotted a Drona. She couldnt hide her excitement, she anticipated a bearded old man , Drona from Mahabharata. May be Drona had set up a retirement home in this deep forest, after all jungles were known to throw up surprises. But the excitement was shortlived, Drona was a little black feathered fellow ( err.. maybe a post retirement image makeover gone wrong , she comforted herself)

After the initial gaffes, she never commented on the feather colors or the kind of beaks. Just looked through the binocs and pretended to recognise the handsome hunks ( the feathered kind.. what were you people thinking!!!!) around.

Then suddenly her eyes shone with excitement as she saw a familiar and comforting sight. There she pointed, there goes "The great Indian Crow". She looked around waiting for applause... but there was just deafening silence... the group had just moved on....

(When the itenary in the trip guide had mentioned a half day of Birdwatching, she was thrilled to bits. After all, that was one of the few things she had mastered over time... But some one should have told her.. there is a category in birdwatching other than non feathered, two legged variety too :( )



Eight wonders of the world ...

>> Thursday, April 24, 2008

I have been tagged by Thomas of NASA fame :) ... Have been buried in work and with deadlines whizzing past my head, missed his deadline too( the 8 hours one)... And boy , his blogs take me back to my engineering days of mini projects and vivas and all the jazz ( not marks) which accompanied it
1. Each player starts with 8 random facts about themselves.
2. People who are tagged, write a blog post about their own 8 random things, and post these rules.
3. At the end of your post you need to tag 8 people and include their names.
4. If you fail to do this within eight hours, nothing will happen to you and you will die of boredom

So let me rack my brains..( not much to rack though) ....

  1. I get very scared of canines ( cant call them dogs ... I already have the Blue Cross on my back for my lack of Comapssion). One particular childhood memory which left me scarred for life :( ... but I am trying to work on my phobia...
  2. I can't swim to save my life.. in case of emergencies I might as well depend on the cute life guards ;)
  3. I love the fact that I belong to real big family with truckloads of cousins... the joy they have brought into my life is irreplacable :)
  4. What's in a name said Shakespeare, I take the Bard seriously and forget names and this habit has got me into real foot refusing to come out of the mouth situations..
  5. I hate the color pink... absolutely ... ( not a feminist notion folks.. you would hate it too, if you had Pink salwar kameez as uniform for 4 years , four days a week in engineering college)
  6. I dont like chocolate, the only sweet I like is Gulab jamun, which I can devour like no tomorrow ... ( hope the gym guy doesnt read my blogs .. else the crunches will be doubled tomorrow :( )
  7. I am a Big Sachin Tendulkar fan ... and I take this chance to wish him "Happy birthday"!!!!!
  8. I tend to give up very easily .. on people ,on things I like, on relationships .... thats one area I really need to work on :)

I pass this on to Alameen .


Klutz Klan!!!

>> Saturday, April 19, 2008

What do you call a person who cannot pass by pillars without greeting them with a bear hug? For whom the sharp edge where the wall meets the floor is the perfect spot to test the tenacity of the little toe. Someone who doesn’t need tattoo artists to create design on the thighs or calves, for sharp drawer edges do that job for free and with new patterns every two weeks.

She once even crashed into a wall in office, only to be told by the admin, “Please concentrate on testing our software, our walls are not human proof yet and we will let you know when you can start testing them” The admin even refused to acknowledge Mediclaim for her torn ligament, that amount they said had to be directed towards "Protect Walls from her" fund.

So when the honour was bestowed upon her, it hardly came as a surprise for people who knew her and had followed her achievements for many years.

Please put your hands together for the newly crowned President of the "Klutz Klan". The honour, they say, is given to the most innovative Klutz of the year. Her eyes were moist for it was after a lot of tough competition, and many failed attempts, that she had finally bagged the honour. The President in an a touching( rather creaking) acceptance speech, thanked all the wall edges, pillars, sharp edges for helping her in reaching this far and requested their support in the years ahead for continuing at this esteemed position.

(Psst ... on her way back home, Miss President flashed her Company Id /Swap card in front of the lift and waited for full 2 mins for it to open and even cursed the lift comapnies for poor maintenance... with this done, she is sure to remain President for a long long time to come ;) )


Battered , bruised and burnt …

>> Sunday, March 30, 2008

She slowly dragged her bruised frame. Each step taken was a reminder of the pain she was enduring. The scratches on her arms and feet, the torn shirt sleeves, each of them made her relive the torrid time she had been through.
Her burnt skin made her wince and turn away from the mirror.
Why oh lord, she cried aloud. Why did you single me out for this punishment?
Why hadn’t she let her good sense prevail!!!

How in the world could she have gone along on a trek to a dusty mountain on blazing hot summer after noon???



I was tagged by blogarina "Silverine" to write some mindless trivia about myself :) ... Thanks Anjali .. ( hope its not too boring folks)
So here I come..

Ok Ok I have this tendency of watching the best movies late and catching up with the crappy ones First day first show …
So the last movie I saw in Theatre “ Jodha Akbar” .. yes I can hear people chuckling.. but yes I did watch it ..

After Howard Roark bowled me over many Light years ago, there was one book which was suggested to me as Fountainhead*100 times.. yes your guess is right.
Atlas Shrugged –Ayn Rand.

Scrabble and Monopoly

Reader’s Digest is my all time favorite.. India today and The Week ( and of course Femina, Filmfare and all the jazz I get to read at the beauty parlor for free hehehhee)

The smell of earth after the first rain ( ok Anjali don’t sue me for Plagiarism .. but I really love it too ) and the aroma of freshly brewing coffee…

When someone strums a guitar… just strumming will do.. no need of any great tune …

When I see children neglecting the elderly (read old parents) at home. It turns me off. Also no matter what you do, everything seems to be going wrong feeling.

Do I really need to go to work Today? (Of course then good sense prevails.. who would pay my shopping bills.. )

Marzorin, an amazing Sandwich place.. East street Pune J

10. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?No clue… still single.. but if given complete freedom of choice ;) Ananya :D

Just scrap my IT job… produce a Show on Travel and Living and travel all the cool places J J

Pune roads with all its traffic jams allows cars and bikes to just crawl through…. (Though I must confess.. my speed Icon is Aryton Senna)


Cool as long as I am at home watching it …

Don’t have one yet so kinda twisting this one a little bit … The dream car would be some cool SUV , either a Ford Endevour or a Land cruiser for starters

Coffee .. anytime , anywhere …

work more for the children’s education scheme which I am a part of…

Broccoli is ok in any form

19. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHOICE?Burgundy.. It suits my skin color too

Was born in Palakkad Kerala but then I have been a pakka Puneri after that, except for annual vacations to God’s own CountryJ

F1, football, cricket, Tennis.. ( in any order)

Genuinely humorous and thoughtful

I love Calvin , so line Calvin says “ hobbes I think there are monsters under my bed J”


Morning person… night owl only to cram for exams J

Any way … it’s the easiest thing to make …

Any cosy nook with my books and music.. of course Kerala

Not a major pie fan



And this tag goes to…
1) Solitaire
2) Nishant
3) Karthik

( I am currently Listening to Angels)


A new ride ahead

>> Saturday, March 15, 2008

Hi friends, I just conducted a practice session on my blog dedicated to Formula 1. If there are any fellow enthusiasts, do drive in to "Need for Speed".


Matters that weigh on my mind!!!

Around a quarter century ago, a tiny, underweight being came into this world.(seems so long ago…. Whew!!!)
Her young mother, aghast at the bag of bones she carried around for so long, tried all the tricks in this world to make her baby’s plaster like skin glow with health.
Her efforts went in vain for good 20 years. Then the rewards came in leaps and pounds…
The underweight baby can now almost … I mean almost compete in the lowest weight category of Sumo wrestling... (Lowest aint that low ... in Sumo world by the way)

Now the young girl, (ok a quarter century old) , is blessed with a group of friends, for whom, any weight gain, even if it’s in grams is a greatest achievement. They tuck in plates of food piled so high, that you can’t see their face when they are walking around with their plates. They even shop at kid’s section in malls. She somehow learnt to live with them. Even smiling encouragingly (actually gnashing her teeth, thanking her stars she didn’t faint with shock and disbelief) when of exclaimed one day, “I really think I need to loose weight!!!”

Life plays cruel jokes. One fine day, the so called fashion gurus started campaigning for a noble cause. They called it The Size Zero Campaign, to save food on earth. The whole world (at least the female part of the world), joined hands with them in this noble cause.
She just looked on helplessly, unable to contribute to this great cause. So many people known to her lapped up this opportunity to give back to Mother Nature, by saving her plants and animals.

To add insult to injury, she suddenly noticed that even drinking plain water gets converted to fatty tissues which get deposited on her hip area. Now gym instructor also suspects, that drinking of water or eating by people surrounding her (friends, family, cubicle partners included) also causes this fat deposition. How else could the poor doctor explain, the fat deposition which is inversely proportional to food intake. ( latest on this ailment is that the poor gym guy has thrown his hat in the ring and taken to Sumo wrestling training)

By the way, friends, I’ll let you into a small secret, I have been working on a research project lately….
The effect of inhaling air on human weight, that’s my thesis topic. There is very strong proof that just breathing can cause weight gain in some human beings. The effects can be even more harmful than devouring four large Mac burgers and mountains of French fries. If anybody is facing such symptoms.. Please do get in touch with me!!!

So that’s all about the matters that weigh on my mind.. errrr.. Hips. ( running off to cajole the gym instructor from running off to Japan for the wrestling thing :) )


On a shopping spree!!!!

>> Wednesday, February 20, 2008

The moment I saw my cell beeping, it struck me it was Friday and it was a friend calling me along for shopping…lets call her S. S was getting married in a few months time and yours truly being her best friend was assigned the task of accompany her for weekly trousseau shopping trips. So dutifully every week we would trudge along the malls looking for the most unique things for her. My friend calls me a fashion fossil… she thinks my fashion sense dates back to the time of the oldest dinosaurs; still she takes me along … maybe it is her sly way of giving me a lesson or two. It is said that opposites attract and so true it is in our case. I don’t take more than 10 minutes to shop for anything, I buy whatever I like first in the shop I go to J But that’s not the case with S., S scans every item in 10 shops and then either buys nothing at all or finds the eleventh shop.

Let me take you one of our small shopping excursions and hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did

We enter a large accessories shop.

S: Show me a XY type of accessory.
Salesgirl: M’am, please have a look at this kind.
S: No I want the XY type.
Salesgirl: Yeh latest fashion hai ..
After 1 hour of relentless searching……
S: Nahi kuch pasand nahi aaya … (by this time we have looked at least 100 types)
Finally S likes a particular design, and I am asked to try it on…
S looks at me the way a scientist looks at a specimen who is not very pleased with the final results of an experiment. My heart sinks. This means we need to walk for another 5 kms which also means another new pair of footwear for me. I try to convince her that it looks good but she gives me a look as though I had committed blasphemy, and tells me that the look was out of fashion 10 years ago … (all for giving an opinion… and again I am reminded of my fossil status).

However all this extra scrutiny has it reverse effects too. Once while making me try out a particular item, the piece snapped. My friend and I hastily removed it, kept it back on the shelf and scooted out of the shop. We didn’t stop until we reached 2 kms away from the shop (I am sure we would have won India a medal or two at the Olympics.. whatay waste of hidden talent!!!). For a few weeks we judiciously avoided that street and if we saw anyone giving us more than a second glance, we would double check to make sure it wasn’t the sales boy from that shop J

The major gain from all these excursions was that, I lost all the excess flab I gained without spending a dime at the gym, walking is a good exercise. My wardrobe is overflowing too, cause whenever we went shopping for my friend, I always ended up buying more stuff than she did (I hate to disappoint the sales people you see!!!)

There is an incident without which I cannot end this post.
It was the season of sales, another friend of mine, a guy, lets call him X wanted to check one out. Yours truly was pulled along too. The shop had a good offer on trousers and X wanted to buy a few too.
X to Sales boy: I need trousers of size 44.
Sales boy: Sir aapka size 34 hoga,
X: Utna size toh mera 10th standard me tha ..
Me: Even I think it must be 34.
X: The waist sizes are different for men section. (Glares at me for the effect)
Me: ok… (While the whole scene was unfolding, I see a huge man ask for waist size 36)
X: Please give me size 44, else I’ll talk to your manager.
Sales boy (exasperated): Ok sir, as you wish.

Now my friend stubborn goes in with size 44 trousers of 3 shades to the changing room. In 2 minutes he comes out, a sheepish grin spread across his face, “It’s too loose”, he says, “I think I got confused between the shirt size and trouser waist”.
The sales guy just kept grinning with an “I told you so look” on his face. On my part, I was almost rolling on the floor laughing… (Fossils do know waist sizes at least!!)

Whoever said money can't buy happiness simply didn't know where to go shopping!!!

This post got published as a guest post here too!!


You are One year old today!!!

>> Wednesday, February 13, 2008

When I got you in to this world, you were the reflection of my being. For many days I kept you away from everybody, scared how they would treat you.
As you took your baby steps, I watched with bated breath how the world took to you. Initially I had to coerce people to appreciate you , to tell me that I was bringing you up just fine.
Slowly but steadily you grew on their popularity meter and then the appreciation was spontaneous.

First birthdays are always special and hope you have a great birthday tooo....
Happy Birthday Mindspace !!!

While I celebrate this milestone, how can I forget the initial days of struggle when I used to actually keep forcing my poor friends and cousins to read my blog and comment , even if they were not interested. To all the friends I made on Blogosphere, keep visiting :)


Quirky Tag :)

>> Tuesday, February 12, 2008

I was tagged byMM and a quirky one at that :) Thanks MM.

The Rules:
- Link to the person that tagged you.
- Post the rules on your blog.
- Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
- Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
- Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their


  1. I lose hankies whenever I take them outside my house. No matter how much I resolve every new year that I wont lose them , I still do :( So Tissues only for me.

  2. I cannot stand it when people get their grammar wrong in a sentence, and go ahead and correct them. This has landed me in a soup several times as many people dont take to corrections lightly.

  3. I am paranoid of crossing crowded roads. I wait for the whole road to clear and then cross, even if it takes quite a bit of my time.

  4. I keep washing my hands while cooking even if its not dirty. My mom thinks this is why I take almost double the time needed.

  5. I am clueless about directions. No matter how many times I go to a place, if there are too many left or right turns, I can never remember my way around.

  6. I sometimes get tensed for no apparent reason and keep fidgeting around and making it very obvious to people around me.

I now tag Silverine , Durba , Solitaire , Nishanth , Ravi , Alameen .


All in a day’s work

>> Tuesday, January 8, 2008

"Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and
you're just a reflection of him?"

Some days I am surrounded by such a feeling of hopelessness that it begins to eat me up.
You can’t comprehend what you want from life. I feel I am drowning in my self created mess.
When you begin to go with the flow only to be stuck in a whirlpool and are sucked deep into it. And the mask of smiles seems too heavy to wear. I feel so helpless over certain issues, issues which have no closure.
Appalled by the deceit around me, often wondering why some people just have that power over me. Where people just use me when it’s needed and then in a fraction of a second, I am a complete stranger.
Sometimes I wonder why god made me so human, it would have been so wonderful not to feel at all.

Before my friends begin to panic, I assure you its just one of those days. As I weigh my blessings, these concerns just melt away. But still sometimes my heart rules over my head and I go back to thinking if only things had turned out to be different….