Day 1 -The D-Day.. an early Adieu...

This is my last day in chennai.
Tomorrow, I have to start treading in unknown waters, and for the first time in my life, I'm all by myself.
Uncertainities are still lurking around my brain (which is freshly re-wired). But I guess all will be well.
Considering I haven't made even accomodation arrangements, Internet and blogging has to take the back seat for now.

Owing to the fact, that I finally have a full time job now I'll be writing daily, and posting weekly.

Adieu till next sunday :) :) :)

PS: This does not mean I'm quitting, I will be inficting myself upon blogger less often, till I get myself wireless modem :) :)

Day 2 - The Moonlight Jive

A soft whisper stirred my nice reverie.

"Come, look out the window and see"

Welcomed, by soft kisses of the breeze,

I watched happily, the swaying of trees.

"Look up", came the soft whisper again,

Pearlish moon was smiling for me to see,

Many stars twinkling above like a crown,

A silent melody played softly just for me.

It gave me hope, took away all my fears,

It lightened the pain I had all these years.

"I've missed so much, of beauty in life"

I let go of past. joined the moonlight jive.

PS: Childish as it may sound.. I felt extremely good writing it :)

PPS: Belated thanks (:P) to HaRy for the follow :)

Home Manager - Dad :)

This was shocker waiting for me today morning when I went to the kitchen to make my dad breakfast (Mom doesn't live with us , hence I'm incharge). My dad was in a great mood and hence wanted to help me "Arrange" the kitchen.
I whole heartedly appreciate his effort and I love him for trying to be so sweet :) But I just had to share here, My dad's idea of an arranged kitchen... God help him after I move out...

Gallows Of Love

The virtue of love, I did learn from you,

But with that intoxication came pain

Why do I have to suffer, in agony again?

In happiness all the pain I did accept.

For you, is this where love & hate intersect?

Ripped from its shell, it is you my soul follows,

Why was it you, who sent it to the gallows.

Sita sings the blues....

PS: The whole video is 1.5 hours... watch if you have the patience and an unlimited connection.
PPS: The background note strangely resembles the theme of "Koi Mil Gaya movie", correct me if I'm wrong...

Day 4 & 3 - Fever spoils the fun... Diary comes to the rescue

Down with fever :( Guess my sis saabam-uttufied pretty bad. My brain wouldn't do any thinking and I could not stay away from blogging... My diary came to rescue. I unearthed another one of my favorite poems. This is one is fairly recent...

Masks

True colours fade,

Hidden under the veneer of falsity.

Take me away from underneath,

Before in there I jade...

To her I'm happy,

Strong willed and fiery.

To him I'm shy,

sad, yet smiling and fluttery.

Beneath my happiness,

Are tears.

And the pretence of courage,

Wrap my fears.

Take me away,

From under this Mask.

For if this is what it takes to be human,

It is not in a dark limelight, I wish to bask.

PPPS: Thanks Arunima for the follow :)

Day 5 - Operation Scare-the-Little Freak

The kalyana chatram was now empty and operation clean-up was going on and all of us were required to help. Since I'd slept all morning I got the night shift along with three of my cousins (1 sister and 2 brothers fyi).
We did not get around to doing much cleaning since by 11 'o' clock we had managed to only throw things at each other and become tired. Settling down in the chatram itself for the night, my brothers and I hatched an evil plan.

We were talking about how, when my little sister was born, we were required to baby-sit her and she was never co-operative (she always used to pee on us). As she got older, we took revenge on her by locking her up in a room all alone, running away while we played hide-n-seek and she always ended up finding us immersed in some other game in a remote place, threatening her to dance or we would lock her up with the ghost in the bathroom (which was usually one of my brothers draped in white sheets). Sigh! those days.
[Do you think this is why she created an aversion to the very sight of us?]

Well, last night, she was fast asleep. She looked so peaceful, we could not tolerate it.
[ Let me call my brothers Kanaku Pulla and Vaathi (One is a B.Com student and the other is a Lecturer in a college, I know we never grow up).]
Kanaku had a brainwave and we decided to relive the old days. :D Even though Vaathi was acting all against, we managed to pull him on to our side.

Operation Scare-the- Little Freak was set rolling.

Scene : A room in the chatram, dimly lighted by a 0 watt bulb.

Vaathi: Ammu, wake up, Pri is missing.
[ammu wakes up all groggy]
Ammu: Is that why the room is silent? She must be in the loo or something.
[my dear sis takes a stab at me even when half asleep]
Vaathi: Illa di. Something is wrong, we came up together but she is missing. Come help me look for her.
[my sis agrees reluctantly]
[Both carry a torch and start looking around. My sis is such a wit, not once she thought of switching on the lights (exactly like we were hoping - or the whole plan booos)]
[Vaathi and sis marching in the dark looking for me]
Ammu: Are you sure she would've come here? I dont like this place. Its so eerie at night.
[turns back to realise that its not vaathi but kanaku standing there]
Ammu: AYE! When did you come?
Kanaku: Yenna di? Gone mad? I only woke you up and brought you here.
Ammu: Aye you people are playing with me again. I'm going back.
Kanaku: Fine go alone. If they find you dead tomorrow morning, I wont be responsible for it. Pri is missing already.
[Ammu is visibly confused, teary and angry at the same time]
Ammu: But I'm sure it was Vaathi who came with me.
Kanaku: SSHHH!!!!! do you hear that?
[Ammu breaks into a sweat]
Ammu: What?
Kanaku: ssshh!!!!!!!!!! LISTEN...

[JHAL JHAL JHAL... sound of chalangai.]

[Ammu is paralysed]
Ammu: Its behind me no???? YENAKU PINNADI THAANE IRUKU????
[I'm standing behind Ammu with face painted in sunnambu holding a flashlight below my chin (its off - climax cue is yet to come]
Kanaku: Illa di loose. If you want turn around and see.
[Ammu rotates slowly rooted to the spot and that my cue]
[Tak! The torch is on]
[Ammu sees me emits a high pitched scream and starts running around the hall. Vaaathi switches on the light! and Ammu sees us three rolling on the floor laughing so hard!]

Well the aftermath: She complained (tattle-tale) to anybody who would listen. We were heartily congratulated by our other cousins, who deeply enjoyed the blow-by-blow of the incident. The parents punished us in a really silly way by giving us chores to do (We caught them laughing about it in private). It felt refreshingly good.

PS: Avaloda saabamo yenaamo I don't know I'm down with fever today.
PPS: Thanks to my new chalangai type golusu (anklet) which has earned me a new nick-name Mohini Pisasu.
PPPS: I'd like to clear a mis-conception by mentioning that Mohini was not a pisasu but the female form taken by Vishnu (not the blogger guy) during the Kurma (pronuounce "KOORMA" not as in chapathi side-dish) avtar, to distribute amritham to the devas (who are always helpless despite their powers)
PPPPS: I'm nowhere near dismantling adulthood, judging by the way I've been behaving since this blog was created. I'm now considering re-naming the blog "Climbing Up and Down the Ladder of Time". Tell me your views on that and also why my sister hates me - I'd like to know :) :)

Elusive...

Your silence speaks to me more than your words...

the pauses are not awkward, but moments of deep understanding...

Is this silence going to rule.. or will there be a time

When i get to hear what my heart longs for...

The sound that keeps my spirits alive..

the waves that give me the strength to go on...

Remember , that every time you are silent , the absence of the vibrations,

is pulling at my life strings....

Speak.. for it keeps me alive....

Give me an answer, why is it to you my heart is glued?

Speak.. why is it only me you elude?

Day 7 & 6 - Iyer Ootu Kannalam

Tension and temper both running high today. One of my cousin sisters got married today.


Everybody except the groom seemed to be angry, sad or simply bored.
I was given driver duty - i.e. ferrying people and things back and forth the chathram and home (It is really not worth being the only youth around without a job and with a license sometimes!!!)

Well marriage is usually a thiruvizha affair in my family, considering there are hardly any girl children in my family (3 is the exact figure, now down to 2).

Marriages in my family, are usually a match-making get-togethers (Its like, another one down, lets hook up the next), this one being no exception.

All the aunty folk spent their time eyeing each other's bling-bling and attires. Exchanging top-secret-military-info about how the bride/groom were hooked up, and checking if there were any eligible bachelor(ette)s left on the other side so they could try bringing them together. There is always the talk of how much the bride is bringing along with her. (I could go on here and there would never be a stop).
The uncle folk, joked about their married lives (sigh! brave entities these men), eyed their respective aunty folk secretly to make sure they were out of ear-shot before they could talk about their yester-year girlfriends, some talked about their career, investment, money. Some were worried about missing the ODI today. But, mostly they were wondering every few seconds, when the food will be served. (And obviously the list stops here)
I stood in one corner, and watched as the groom tied the mangalyam. I watched as my sister was beaming one instant then in tears the other (only a woman can manage to do that). I also overheard too many people already getting excited about getting me married (I'm next in line. Thank you). I also made a mental note to ask someone to get an escape vehicle ready outside the chathram's ventilator :D

PS: Sorry about the title - but I overheard one of the passers-by commenting that it was an - "Iyer ootu kannalam" (Singaara Chennai-in iniya Tamizh vaazhga)

Day 8 - For all the Chennai autokarans

This is a small reminder for all the autokarans in Chennai. (Stress on the italicized words)

1. You guys are not the King of Road.
2. People pay you guys exhorbitant amount of money, to get them to the destination safely in one piece.
3. Honking at other vehicles when the signal is RED will not help, apart from creating one hell of a noise.
4. Bumping two-wheelers from the rear to get them moving in jam packed traffic is insanity.
5. There are things called INDICATORS. Use them it'll help us a lot.
6. Do not snake your way in traffic. The autos are quite big in size, incase you people have never noticed.
7. When you guys hit someone from the rear and make them fall AND scream at them like it was their mistake, you look like complete morons.
8. When you ask for fares, stick to one figure. Asking for more, because the actual destination was 1 foot too far away than you anticipated, is foolishness and being so blatantly greedy is equivalent to shamelessness.

PS: Not all the autokarans are bad here, some have our style thalaiva's photos and behave very modestly like he did in the movie :)

PPS: The above PS does not however apply to the senseless pea-brained moron who nearly knocked me over the flyover today!!!!

Day 9 - I wont' let go

I won't let go, but I need to.
I dont want to cry
That means I'm weak
I've lost too many things ..
I've cried many a tears.
But nothing i did or said brought any of them back
Tears are simply not the answers I seek.
Tell me what to do, Guide me the way.
Under this mask of falsity, I do not wish to stay.
Take me away, I beg of thee.
For everything around me has reduced to nothing but debris.

Day 10 - Call of Death

I opened my eyes to darkness...

Everything was still. Everything was silent, except for the faint sound of the wind outside.
Time wrapped her hands around my neck. I struggled to breathe, I fought the suffocation. The pain vanished. Darkness prevailed and I lapsed into a trance....

I opened my eyes to light...
A pair of eyes looked at me.
Such warmth in them, such fathoms deep love.
And those tears in them looked so beautiful. They were smiling and cring at the same time. I smiled back.
Rush of light... More eyes, more smiles... none felt familiar. I started to cry. Warmth found me again. "Hush", ma said, and hush I did. I closed my eyes, falling back into a stupor....

I opened my eyes to darkness...
Time was waiting, to apparate me to another place... I felt a slight push. I felt something boiling inside me. I felt rebellion. I felt black.

I opened my eyes to light...
The same eyes again. Not holding me but watching me. Fathoms deep love still present. I saw hurt this time. Tears but smiles were still there... So sad, yet so beautiful. I felt heavy with guilt. "You are growing up. You need space too.", ma said. I avoided the eyes. Heavier than before, I happily let time choke me again.

I opened my eyes to darkness...
Time was still there, rushing me off to another dimension. This time, pain seared through my body.. I tried to scream, the agony unbearable... I passed out again...

I opened my eyes to light...
White light... Pain persisted. Unable to move I cried out silently. The eyes again. Hurt, fear, happiness, relief and anger flashed all at the same time. The eyes softened. "You are a brave girl. And you are all better now. Rest now love", ma said. Hands of time carressed me, as I blacked out again.

I opened my eyes to darkness...
Sweating, scared and confused. I called out. I called out again...
Light killed the darkness, blinding me.
I cried, and hands grabbed me gently...
I opened my eyes, to those eyes.
Fear, concern and confusion evident in them. I cried even more, falling into her arms...
"Hush", ma said. And hush I did. I closed my eyes to the warmth of death….

Day 11 - The Wake Up Call

There was a horrible metal crunching sound. A sharp pain shot up on the back of my head. The atmosphere was turning into complete chaos. My head was throbbing and my glasses were askew. Everything was a blur. I heard someone scream my name, but it sounded very distant. The sounds slowly faded. The throbbing in my head got worse and every part of me was screaming with pain. Tears were burning my eyes. My mother’s teary face was all I saw before collapsing.

A sting on my hip brought me back to my senses. My mother was speaking to someone. The sounds were back. I felt the pain coming back. I was weighed down by some unknown force. It dawned on me that I’d met with an accident. My mother was screaming something into the phone, I managed to catch only a few words… head injury… hospital..... The word hospital confirmed my worst fears.

I was rushed to the hospital. When the IV started to run I did something that I had been trying to do for a long time… I screamed… I was given a sedative and I drifted off into a long sleep.

When I woke up, my head was feeling much lighter. I looked up and saw only white all around. My first thought was... “I’m dead. This is heaven.” Then I realized my IV was still running, worse still there were circular white stuff stuck on my chest with a monitor beeping behind me. Horrors of horrors a nurse was walking brusquely towards me carrying another needle. Before I could even protest the needle was in and out.

With oral diet prohibited, I lay hungry and weak all day. I sat up slowly, only to have wished I had never done so. Code Red on the bed right next to mine. That woman on it died, right in front of my eyes. My monitor was howling wildly by then. I was sedated... again. From then on it was regular, I was sedated three times a day. I slept every time wishing I’d die in sleep. I’d wake up to find myself alive...

A loud noise jolted me back to the present. Day Light pricked my eyes. I sat up. My heart was racing at top speed and I was clammy from all the sweat.
"Just a nightmare", I assured myself, and began my day.


PS: The incident described is real. It is etched so clearly in my mind, because that was the very first time in my entire life I had seen my dad cry... Also this was the beginning of the end of my goth years...

Day 12 - Part 2

I thought this day would never end!!

I started going on early morning walks [from today :)], accompanied by an extremely nosy and gossip mongering neighbour. The girl just has to rant about who wore what and did what and said what every second of a conversation [ which usually is a monologue if I'm on the other end ].
I did not know anyother way to keep her quiet, so I put on my headphones and she got the message :D

I was also planning on crash dieting, when my guruji effectively scared me that I will put on double the weight I lose after I quit the diet. (:O), so I made sure I ate properly today.
Classes cancelled again!! No surprises there.

My grandma's brother fell down and I was posted on look-after duty at her place the whole day...


I had a chance to browse my old writings.. And I hit upon my favorite one...

The Fates....

Where goes a slain hero and why?

The former answer is available not.

The answer to the latter.......

Fates rule life....

God has given us no choices,

"Given our choice we would raise our voices", says a soul.

"Against god?", is what I ask.

Getting an answer is a mammoth task.

Says the same soul - "There is no end to the misery that God giveth.

Given a choice , I would choose happiness to get."

Asks the soul -

"When will sadness end? When will the rules be bent?"

Acceptance is the way ,

But who listens to this say...

To all this and more, I am immune..

To this tapestry of life, I have been sewn.

No one escapes the Fates...

Happiness is but a bait -

Thrown by God , for accepting life and its ways...

"When will the book of Fates be shut?", The soul questions.

I reply... when the threads of the tapestry will be cut.....

PS: I end abruptly, for the lack anything else to say. :) Do rate the poem :)

Back to day 12 - Sedated

With my shifting postponed to 31st, and classes being cancelled left and right, I'm finding myself at home, in front of my laptop, online 24x7, nearly everyday.
The first two days it was fun. The third day it began to affect my brain (The parts that are still unaffected that is).
The fourth day, I spent as much as 16 hours sleeping. It was like I was sedated or something.
 To pour fuel on fire, dad and mom left me home alone, and went out of station to attend  marriage. The whole day, I was paralyzed on the bed.
I was just starting to think I had hit rock bottom, but I dug deeper and jumped in, when I was half way writing a post and it kind of wasn't saved, (and I still have no clue as to what I was writing about, when i fell on the laptop and slept. I woke up the next day morning, to find the light on in my room)
Thankfully, my dad has come back, and I now have work to do. :D
Will post something that is a non-polambal tonight :)

Me tagged :) :)

I was tagged by Leo :)

RULES: Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. Then tag eight or ten other new set of people.


1. What is your current obsession? Blogging – without doubt :)
2. What are you wearing today? Grey trousers and Navy blue tee
3. What’s for dinner? Chapathis and onion chutney
4. What’s the last thing you bought? Boiled corn
5. What are you listening to right now? “One is the loneliest number”
6. What do you think about the person who tagged you? Leo, blackmailer of the first degree and order. But my best friend :)
7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be? Chennai
8. What are your must-have pieces for summer? Sun Screen ( I tan horribly) and white clothes.
9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? To Coimbatore, to see my mom.
10. Which language do you want to learn? French
11. What’s your favorite quote? “Life is not short. There is nothing we can do longer than living.”
12. Who do you want to meet right now? Mom
13. What is your favorite color? Purple
14. What is your favorite piece of clothing in your own closet? My new jeans
15. What is your dream job? Teaching in IIT
16. What’s your favorite magazine? Femina :P ( Just to fight with my mom. She subscribes to it)
17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on? Whats available in the middle of the night?
18. What do you consider a fashion faux pas? Wearing formals to a movie theatre (So many of my guy friends do that)
19. Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon? I don’t know any :P
20. What kind of haircut do you prefer? Short, till the ear. And I'm not allowed to do it.
21. What are you going to do after this? Watch American Beauty
22. Who is your favorite sport star? MS Dhoni :)
23. What are three cosmetic/makeup/perfume products that you can't live without? Is kajal a cosmetic? I just need to have kohl lined eyes always!
24. What inspires you? Pain
25. Give us three styling tips that always work for you: No specs, Middle partitioned hair and loose kurtis with skin fit jeans.
26. What do you do when you “have nothing to wear” (even though your closet’s packed)? Dad’s tee and shorts.
27. Would you prefer coffee or tea? I’m addicted to coffee
28. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed? Drink hot chocolate
29. What is the meaning of your name? Dear or Beloved
30. Which other blogs do you love visiting? I blog hop a lot!
31. Favorite Dessert/Sweet? Chocolate
32. Favorite Season? Monsoon
33. If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me? Dosas will do?
34. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you? Be silent and ignore them
35. What are you afraid of the most? Nothing. Immune to everything now.
36. What do you love most about yourself? I’m talkative
37. What is the last number you dialed? Mom

I tag Sriv, Vish, Amal and Soin. :D

Conquer...

"Which way do I take?", I wonder
Standing at cross-roads.
My mind is shadowed with images of failure,
And my heart with fear.

Unseen hands caressed me,
And made me feel, what I could not see.
Images of success filled my mind.
My heart filled with joy, which till then was hollow.

"Conquer you mind", a voice said, "And everything postive will follow".


PS: If anyone is to blame , its Leo. He is inficting me upon poetry. He was vowed to find the poet in me, so dear readers, bear with him. (And me ofcourse) :D

Day 10 - The Diary Series Starts...

Okay I suttufied the idea from Leo's post:

http://1mind2worlds.blogspot.com/2009/10/down-memory-lane.html

I'm planning to put down some of the poems (Which I can still realte to) I've scribbled in my diary in teen angst!

This was my first ever poem ever....

Am I old or am I young?

I know not what I am.
My mother says I’m adolescent
I know not what it means…

People say it is a crucial age
I know not what it conveys…
The future is mine to make… they say….
And I know not what I am to be…

Am I a puppet in the hands of fate?
Or am I a free spirit poised to fly?
And I know not what I am to do…

I know not why I write this…
But it gives me peace.
My inner voice has spoken…
And I wish for it to continue, till life does cease.

PS: It was written in seething anger when I was in 9th grade, my mom refused to let me go to my best friend's house for a party. And one thing let to another and I was grounded... :P

PPS: For some reason, This poem is making me laugh like crazy right now. I was so silly :D

Day 11 - Deepavali Day 2 (Grandma's revenge)

Today started off insanely early, with mom propping me up on a chair, while i was half asleep and pouring nalla yennai on my head ( They could sign a contract for 25 years to extract oil from my head you know? ) and nagging me constantly to have bath soon (Kind of difficult when she keeps knocking on the bathroom door ten times a minute, simply because the neighbors started bursting crackers).

To my greatest disappointment, she had my saree waiting when I came out, and I stuggled for around 1 hour to drape it properly. Then came the duty of distributing sweets to the neighbours. Half of them could not recognize me immediately because of the saree - AWKWARD!
(The aunty folk fell laughing saying "drishti suthi podu" and "oh! unaku maapla paarkanum" , I mean wtf? I wear saree one day and they are ready to get me married!!! )

The torture did not end there. My mom would not hand me my new jeans, because it was black .( "No Black during festival. You can wear in the evening" :P)

I had to roam half of Chennai, visiting every athai and mama and paati, with the saree on! (Thankfully it was held up by two dozen safety pins. Bless the man who invented them!). And everyone seemed to have made only gulab jaamuns (If I see another jaamun today, I swear to god.....!!!!!!)

I was having a tough time walking around!

By the time I came back home, I had sworn several times, in extremely filthy language may I mention, like a thousand times ( to myself ofcourse, my mom would have me hung). But every oncoming 100 buck note with the vethala paaku, kept me quiet :)

Back home, I retired to a simple meal of mom-made dosas and sambar, and after watching Dashavataram for like the umpteenth time, I'm here blogging :) (Beasuse ma specifically told me not to sit online and get to bed early :D Blogging secretly, knowing mom is right in the next room and she will scream herself hoarse if she catches me, is so cool in a weird way :)...


Hope you guys had a great time too :)


PS : I stoppped bursting crackers a couple of years back, for no reason. Its so much fun even without them :)
PPS: Paati, I hope you are extremely happy now! I have roamed around with a constantly pink face!!!!

Day 12 - Neer Roppara Pandigai ( Water Filling Festival)

Diwali starts today night.
If my laptop had a mouth , it would scream. I'm typing this with half dried marudaani (on the other hand
now).

Okay so, today we had this, literally traslated, water filling festival :D
Its celebrated, to symbolically worship all the holy rivers, especially the Ganges.

Mom started off by making me smear a big steel pot with sunnambu (someone tell me what it is in english!) and then filling it with water and muttering a sloka at top speed.

Well then we lighted this awesome terracota lamp, with a Ganesha on it.

Then ofcourse, there is a tradition of making of hot bajjis and pakodas and my ever favorite kesari :D Thats diwali day one at my place :) Hope u guys are having a great time too...

PS: Thanks to Editor in Chief, Changing Crow... for the follow :)

Happy Diwali All!!!

Its finally Diwali again!!


Pretty much my favorite time of the year.

With so many athais and mamas, I get to replenish my wardrobe. This my grandma decided to take revenge and get me a pattu podavai (translated - silk saree), something my dad finds extremely amusing for some reason.

Mom's happy, cos the endless line of guests at home, has forced me to clean my room.

I may be missing from the blog scene till sunday night. :)  (not really, but mom wants me to :P)

The lovely smell of deepavali bakshanam is wafting from the kitchen, and is forcing me to end this post ( I play taster-taster you see? That way I end up getting a big share :D ).


I'm also finishing up this post soon because typing with marudaani (yuck! but mom says its custom & blah blah) in one hand is not one of my talents. :D

HAPPY DIWALI ALL. BE SAFE & TRY NOT TO POLLUTE MUCH!!!

Day 13 - The FAQs

Below are a series of questions I'm usually asked when people get to know me quite well....

I'm answering them here before hand...


1) Are you a girl? (Very popular this...)
A:  Have you considered wearing specs?


2) Why don't you behave like one?
A:  Is there a manual I can follow? Please do guide me to it.


3) How come all your best friends are guys?
A:  Frankly, I dont know. :D


4) Do you have any girl BFFs?
A: Yes I do. Mags. Poor girl has been with me since my school days.


5) Why do you believe in aliens?
A: Why dont you believe in aliens?


6) Death Metal?? Care to clarify?? (Thanks Vishnu)
A:  For some reason I find it soothing (even though mom thinks its cacophony) and I was goth.


7) GOTH????
A: Yes. Fate screwed me up badly, and I found solace in pain. I'm past the phase now, but I still find it hard to throw it away completely. ( I always gravitate towards black even now - which has lead mom to be my shopping manager :D)


8) What are you now?
A:  Confused. But extremely happy. (Partly because my Lacrimal glands have dried up)


9) Why are you inflicting yourself upon blogger?
A:  Leo blackmailed me into it. And its helluva fun :)


10) Are your posts meant to be funny?
A:  Depends. Do you have a sense of humour?


PS: Leo is bound to disagree with more than half the answers. :) :)

PPS: Many thanks to Amal for the follow :) :) :)

Now there are 7!

I'm humbled.

I'm hardly a week old in the blogger zone!!!!

Thank you so much PreetiLata for the follow :) :)

YOWZAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Four followers in one night!!!! [ Nothing I say comes out the way I want it too!!!]

You guys just made my next day :)

Thanks Vishnu for the follow....

Day 14 - Proof of Existance of Aliens

As the time for joining nears, I found myself dreaming of everything that has passed.
One distinct memory is etched in my brain...

It was October 15th 2008. Placement day.
It was my third attempt at getting a job. I had fared pathetically in the previous two attempts and I badly needed to get inside atleast this company.

Morning: (Scene : In the bus)

"You think you'll clear today?", I ask Bharthi(my best bud).
"Like hell!!!", she replies and I smile.
"You got your iPod?", she asks. I nod and we spend half the morning listening to songs.

Afternoon: (Scene: After the aptitude round)

"Hey Pri!!! You cleared the aptis!!!!", Bharthi screams.
I'm dazed.
I mutter, "Aliens Like to play". She rolls her eyes, but still gives me all the support she can and sends me off to the technical HR round.
I'm sitting soaked in sweat outside HR's cabin.
"Don't look at my face after today, if you dont clear today", says my Placement officer, passing by me. Big help!!!

Evening: (Scene: After the Technical and HR rounds)

"Am I in?", I asked Bharthi with my eyes closed, facing the selected candidates list.
"Good news or bad news?", she asks.
I sigh! Hattrick.
"Bad", I say in a flat voice.
"You are the only one selected in our whole college. You have to spend for a party for the aliens", She replies.
Blurs follow.

October 16th 2008
Venue: College
Scene: In the HOD's Cabin.

"Excuse me sir", I chirp.
He motions for me to come in.
"What?", he asks with utmost contempt that he can muster. (He doesn't like me much you see? :) )
"I got selected"
"In?", He is now irritated. This is too complicated for him to figure out, you see. I've never been selected in anything.
"Sir. The Company. I've been shortlisted", I say as happily as I can.
His face registers utter shock. That was the best day of my college life. Bless the aliens!!!
"How did they pick you?", Is all he manages to say.

How do you think he would've reacted if I'd told him I was the only one in the whole college? I let that be. I hope he chooses his favorites more carefully now.

Not meant to be...

You made me happy, you made me glow.
You were more than a friend to me.
I knew deep down,
For the rest of my life, it was with you I wanted to be.

Into the starry nights, with you I gazed.
You made me glitter, you made me sway.
The ground gave away and I fell,
In loneliness, I now dwell.
Why?
Please tell me why, to her,
I had to give you away.

Will the void be ever filled?
Will I get an answer for every tear I have spilled?

This is just my day :)

Thanks to...

Tharangini
&
Srivatsan

4 the follow :)

And then there were three

I'll keep this short and crisp :)

Thanks for the follow Snow White :)

Talk about wedding woes!!!!!!!!!!

Poor bride!!!!!!!

ME | EM !

Words buzzed in my ears.
They were all talking, and I was in tears.
"I love you", whispered one voice near me.
"We are all there for you, don't you see?".
"To wipe your tears", said another,
"And to help you face your fears".

I smiled and turned around,
To see more reflections of myself, In the hall of Mirrors,
And slowly, the voices in my head die down.


PS: Rhyming ramble. Forgive me :) and Title suggestions are welcome :)
PPS: Title courtsey - Srivatsan.. Thanks dude!

Day 15 - The Clones

One more day down...

I spent half the day sleeping, hence was wide awake in class.
Talking about class, there are two namoonas I'm really going to miss badly.
Well to avoid lawsuits ( more like to avoid being beaten up ), I'm gonna change the names.
I'm going to call one Alvin ('cos she has the cutest chipmunk voice) and the other Tom ('cos I could not think of anything else, except that she is a tom-boy).

Alvin, Tom and me, have the same software with different hardware :D [ i.e. to say, we are pretty much the same, weird in our own ways with the only difference being in looks ]All we did in class all through the three months I was with them, was talk.
We discuss what we are going to talk, and then proceed to talk it and then talk about what we talked :D

Alvin, has the cutest voice in the www. She is so adorable, you could fall in love with her nature right away.
Tom, has the coolest walk in the history of the "womankind". Hats off to her carefree attitude, she is easily the most missed, when she dozes off at home and forgets to attend class. :D

KPV, another classmate of mine, [who is now happy in UK without us three tailing him and bugging him] calls us "The clones".

It is a wonder how we ever understand each other. Because there is always a period when all three of us are speaking different things at the same time and we still manage to respond to the other two :D

Why did I start writing this???....

Ah Yes!!!!....

To tell how weird we are in class.
Today, Tom was standing outside the Girl's restroom and started striking poses like the pictures stuck on the door to indicate it was the girls' room, and WHAM! the door opens and standing there is the Center Head of our branch. She gives us a queer look and moves on, and we laughed so much that we scared off the security dog.



PS: I cannot simply post the incident. I needed some build up. Hence the big intro for this sappa post. HE HE!
PPS: Alvin and Tom are girls :) just in case you missed the 'she's....

It must be the aliens!!!

Day 16 continues...

Have you ever experienced something completely incredulous in life, that you wonder how on earth it even occured?

 Like when my best friend got 54th rank in state entrance, she called me and said, "Lets throw the aliens a party. They've been kind" :D

Well, moving on... Today was one of the most peaceful days of my life [I thought I'd lost those since the day I joined engineering :) ].

Apart from falling asleep in class and burning my finger trying to cook, today was pretty uneventful.
I even seemed to know my way through all the household funiture today [That almost never happens!! I bang into everything, everyday].
I was on time to class - considering I waded through the wonderful Chennai traffic and heat for around an hour and half for a 5 km journey.
I avoided every argument throught the day with my boss aka my dad [I'm rather proud of myself for that one :) ]

Wow, is this really the first day I actually behaved like an adult, or are the aliens controlling my mind using mind-control beams guns to turn me into some kind of an-almost-perfect earthling??
Even mom was impressed with me scheduling classes everyday to keep me occupied [ I wish she never finds out what I do there ].
And one of my best friends, who always blasts me every morning for dozing off while texting, has actually slept before me. [ I can confirm that, because I have given him like 50 missed calls in vain.]

And before I crash - I got one thing to say - "It Must Be The Aliens" :)

Day 16 - The Routine Monster

Sigh!
The last time I followed a routine was I think around 6 months back, when I was still a college goer. That seems like ages ago now.
My mother is trying in vain to get me addicted to a new routine, so I can follow it when I got to work and stuff, but its not working and my mom doesn't know.

Here's what I'm supposed to be doing...

6.30 a.m. - Wake Up
6.31 a.m. - Brush teeth
6.36 a.m. - Get the milk, Boil it and Make coffee for dad and me.
6.50 a.m. - Start Making Breakfast
7.30 a.m. - Have bath and dress up
7.45 a.m. - Serve Breakfast
8.00 a.m. - Catch up on current Affairs
8.30 a.m. - Lock the house and get to class.

But this is what I actually do :) ....

6.30 a.m.                   - Wake up and hit the snooze button
6.31 a.m.                   - Press the stop button on the alarm (snooze timing is 1 min - mom's idea of joke)
6.31 to 7.30 a.m.       - Doze back again, while dad gets the milk, boils it and makes coffee for himself.
7.31 a.m.                   - get woken up by dad - give an apologetic smile.
7.32 to 8.00 a.m.       - Loiter around, for a loss of better thing to do
8.01 a.m.                   - Spot the newspaper and go through gossip. :)
8.20 a.m.                   - Reheat frozen food mom packed during the weekend, Breakfast is served :)
8.45 a.m.                   - See dad off, and get back to bed.
9.45 a.m.                   - Think about getting up again, but go back to sleep.
10.15 a.m.                 - See the time in utter shock.
10.16 a.m.                 - Shock passes.
10.15 to 10.45 a.m.   - Brush, Bathe, Dress, Eat, Lock the house and race to class.

I shall stop writing at this point, to save myself more embarrasment :D

Celebrating two readers :)

Sounds lame, I know.
There's been awful less to celebrate about ever since I left college. Quitting my first job in 15 days and escaping to Chennai, is by far the most exiting thing that happened in the past 6 months.

My previous attempt at blogging was read by just one person, Leo. He aptly pointed out that me being lazy to blog hop will never bring me readers :)

Oh well, I blog hop now :) . Because I need a serious hobby, or so my mom says [ She makes dolls with beads and wire, when she is pissed :) ]

Coming back to readers, Thanks Vishvak, for the follow :) :)

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Day 17 - The Countdown Starts

Today the countdown, to me actually taking up responsibilities, starts.
With 17 days to go, I've taken up the mammoth task of packing. I have a whole wardrobe to fit inside two big suitcases.
WIth an over-exited dad constantly hovering around giving me horrible tips, and with mom not living with us anymore, it makes it a teeny weeny bit difficult. My room now resembles an underground dumpyard of a clothes factory.

Considering I unearthed quite a bit of junk , through this whole packing process, I have decided to make a will and leave of certain possessions to certain people.
Here it goes...

1) I leave all my funky tee-s to my mother's maid's daughter (I put this one first, and I also had no choice in it cos my mom has already done it)

2) My complete Key-chain collection goes to my dad - he fancies shiny stuff and I'm sure he'll enjoy sporting one everyday)

3) My eraser and sharpner collection  - to anyone who is willing to take them.

4)My Jingly-Jangly crazy tribal kind earring collection - again to anybody who is willing to take them! ( I cannot believe I wore such preposterous things to college!)

5) My books - to mom (Cos she has no use for them what-so-ever and she loves books and I dont have to torture myself maintaining them :) I love my mom for being a clean freak sometimes )
6) My laptop, phone and cd collection to myself - cos too many people have an eye on these and I dont want a WWIII.

I'm not going to even bother mentioning my barbies and teddy bears! [ Ok i did mention it :P]

This should free my mom some confusion as to how to dispose off everything I have....

The countdown continues ..... :)

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Hola :)

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Dismantling Adulthood is about... well.... dismantling adulthood. HE HE!.. But seriously....
I just fell off the cliff called adolescence and I'm required to start trekking again through the whole adulthood process. From what I've heard from my parents, only the money part of it sounds inviting :)

Considering I know "ZILCH" about getting me through this, I plan to record everything down here read it back a few years later and have a good laugh at myself and eventually pass on the password to this account to my children and their children so they can save space on the server by deleting this blog [after they have found out about how wrong they were to fear me :) ]


Adulthood arrived at the oddest of times in my life. I was happy attending classes and having fun when an offer from the IT industry came in, and I'm required to endlessly start coding for them in 18 days exactly.

I must thank two people for putting this worm into my head (again!)
1. Mom - who has effectively scared the heck out of me by telling me what it was like to be an adult.
2. Leo - who was nice enough to blackmail and practically threaten me into start writing again and ofcourse decorating the blog :)


Here I go.. trying to figure how to be a grown up (or not!)

Keep reading....
:) :)