Thursday, November 29, 2007
Me, You, and Us
What gift shall I bring you?
That shall not fall to the ground.
To join the dust.
That shall make you remember
Not just me
But what I stand for
Shall I give a say of parting or a life’s philosophy?
My mask drops off
And the wall of ice
Which could keep at safe distance melts
Breaking the rigid shell of the pearl free.
My love for you flows
I have wrapped you within my heart
In numberless folds
I love your soul
Yet I know
I shall have to part from you one day
But in this life’s journey
Many a time we meet only to part
But I find a perfect harmony
Between every meeting and parting
Life is an endless renewal
And growth is a sign of life
And every time you grow
You grow out of something
And that is the pain of growing
But every end is always followed by a new beginning
Your days end somewhere
And your settling will be glorious
To have a colourful dawn
You steer your ship to an unknown shore
To find in a shore of new creations
Life is filled
With the joyful song of life and love.
Redoing all conflicts that come your way
With crowing victories!
Much we have loved each other
But speechless was our love
lost in our daily routines
today it cries out aloud
as love never knows its own depth
until the hour of separation
veiled behind the jubilation
is the sorrow of parting
and concealed with the agony of biding goodbye
is the tomorrow!
The tommorow in which
We may come together
To celebrate the stunning growth of each other
You may ask me if the past returns
But I shall tell you
The future always has something rich in store
Bearing the touch of love in my hand.
I shall bid farewell to you
With the prayers that fill a thousand horizons
What gift shall I bring you?
That shall not fall to the ground.
To join the dust.
That shall make you remember
Not just me
But what I stand for
Shall I give a say of parting or a life’s philosophy?
My mask drops off
And the wall of ice
Which could keep at safe distance melts
Breaking the rigid shell of the pearl free.
My love for you flows
I have wrapped you within my heart
In numberless folds
I love your soul
Yet I know
I shall have to part from you one day
But in this life’s journey
Many a time we meet only to part
But I find a perfect harmony
Between every meeting and parting
Life is an endless renewal
And growth is a sign of life
And every time you grow
You grow out of something
And that is the pain of growing
But every end is always followed by a new beginning
Your days end somewhere
And your settling will be glorious
To have a colourful dawn
You steer your ship to an unknown shore
To find in a shore of new creations
Life is filled
With the joyful song of life and love.
Redoing all conflicts that come your way
With crowing victories!
Much we have loved each other
But speechless was our love
lost in our daily routines
today it cries out aloud
as love never knows its own depth
until the hour of separation
veiled behind the jubilation
is the sorrow of parting
and concealed with the agony of biding goodbye
is the tomorrow!
The tommorow in which
We may come together
To celebrate the stunning growth of each other
You may ask me if the past returns
But I shall tell you
The future always has something rich in store
Bearing the touch of love in my hand.
I shall bid farewell to you
With the prayers that fill a thousand horizons
| yenge yenadhu kavi... |
Listening to- Engai enadhu kavithai.
Pic- Google images, or so i guess, found it in my comp.
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Monday, November 26, 2007
The cold spell day!
There was a cold spell today, i was cold all day, and on my way to college, i saw
lakshmi washing clothes early in the morning, hmmmm, am feeling so bad for, i was making a big fuss to wash my face and have a bath, and that small kid was washing clothes in this weather.
hmmm well i have a few doubts was wondering wherther anyone here will answer. lol
Why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?
Why are there flotation devices under plane seats instead of parachutes?
Why are cigarettes sold in gas stations when smoking is prohibited there?
Why do fat chance and slim chance mean the same thing?
lakshmi washing clothes early in the morning, hmmmm, am feeling so bad for, i was making a big fuss to wash my face and have a bath, and that small kid was washing clothes in this weather.
hmmm well i have a few doubts was wondering wherther anyone here will answer. lol
Why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?
Why are there flotation devices under plane seats instead of parachutes?
Why are cigarettes sold in gas stations when smoking is prohibited there?
Why do fat chance and slim chance mean the same thing?
If you can't drink and drive, why do you need a driver's license to buy liquor, and why do bars have parking lots?
Do you need a silencer if you are going to shoot a mime?
Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?
How does the guy who drives the snowplow get to work in the mornings?
If 7-11 is open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, why are there locks on the doors?
Why is it called a "building" when it is already built?
Why do they call them "apartments" when they are all stuck together?
Why is there an expiration date on SOUR cream?
If you keep trying to prove Murphy's Law, will something keep going wrong? Why does flammable and inflammable mean the same thing?
How can someone "draw a blank"?
Shouldn't there be a shorter word for "monosyllabic"?
Why is the word "abbreviate" so long?
What is another word for "thesaurus"?
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Pic- The self obsessed me! from Ma Portfolio
Song- Found it, listened to it after ages, hope you like it.
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Sunday, November 25, 2007
A post that speaks of 'Nothing'
It was Kaarthigai deepam yesterday, the festival which makes all homes look really beautiful, and this time, people seemed to have plenty of fireworks to burst as the whole day was pretty noisy. My blog has gotten itself a makeover, ive had the previous look for ages, and loved it, but somehow yesterday i felt the gray colour dint really suit, iam anything but 'gray'. I hope you people like this. Well i dont have much to say today. 
Song- for Once a Hindi Fast number.
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Saturday, November 24, 2007
Train to Paris.
~ A Saturday morning adventure.
‘Its been ages since we went to lifestyle, I want to get a new bag’, Said amma, amma and me need no excuse to go shopping, and today we decided to go to citicentre, and whoa, not by bike as usual but by TRAIN. We decided to take the Mrts train from Thiruvanmyur, we dint want to go to Paris, but the train goes to Paris also, (the Paris in Tchennay). these trains aren’t normal trains, they run above ground level, meaning they run on briges that run across the city, the train stops on the second floor of the station, ok we had to get to the station in thiruvanmyur, so we took our bike to go there, and found that there was no ‘u’ turn that we could take that would bring us to the side of the road that the station was in, ok amma ‘just go straight till we find a turning said adventurous me’, amma did exactly that and after some time we realized that we had come to another station ie indira nagar station, (on the other side of the road), and still hadn’t found a place to turn, we kept going straight looking for a place to turn and dang! We find another station, ‘wow, we ve come so far, we ll take the train from here’, and we finalllly found a place to turn and go on the other side of the road, we ll take the train from here I said, okiee, said excited mayamma, dang! No parking space, ok next staion then, dang, half a kilometer down, next station, no parking space, ok we ll go back to thiruvanmyur then, hmmm we went back all the way to thiruvanmyur, found parking space, go to and fro tickets to Light house (that was the place we wanted to go to) and got on to the train that came, we had loadsaa fun on the train coz amma hadn’t ever been on the mrts train, which meant I had to get used to her suddenly exclaiming ‘heyyy that looks like a river, not realizing that it was the adayar river which we saw everyday, and that the bridge that looked that Adayar bridge was actually Adayar bridge, lol,
We got off at light house station, and walked up to citicenter, adventure seemed to be following us everywhere, I looked up to find 3 men, inside a car, men clad in black holding up huge guns at us, amma seemed strangely calm. There was no one else walking on the road, and strangely no vehicles too, suddenly a convoy of cars appeared, police cars (ohh I must write a post about chennai’s new police cars), police jeeps, and dang! I suddenly saw a familiar face inside a car it was the Mk stalin, our chief minister’s son and a very popular politician, and there was the chief minister’s car, which was at the
centre of the convoy, it mustve been the Cm’s car, I dint see him or couldn’t wave out to him, coz the windows were dark glass, hmmm I would’ve loved to listen to a few poems from him and iam more than sure he would’ve loved my company. Ok ok mokaipotufying over, but we saw more celebrities in citicentre as well, I don’t know who it was though, L it was a film actor or tv personality, that much I know, coz ppl kept pointing at him and whispering, he was with a very popular radio jockey (of radio rettaivals fame). Hmmm apart from this, we got called up on to a set which was installed for a promotion of some product, (some pen drive or something) and they asked us stuff like, what do you do? Do you use a ******* pen drive??? And they took my picture, printed it out and gave it to me, it was the weirdest to promote a product and yes, we had to be a part of it. Ohh wat a normal morning we had.
Pic- The MRTS station at Mylapore.
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Song- My all time fav
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Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Its Morning.
Morning has broken, not here, in Auckland, here its pitch dark and iam cold, really cold. So much that I cant believe iam in chennai, and am even wearing a jacket over my clothes. I want to go for a walk, but its too cold to even sit in my balcony, was siting on the balcony chair trying to read, ‘Maxim city’ but I started shivering. Many a time I have wished Chennai would become cool and pleasant and a little less hot, but right now I want some warmth internally and externally. Now I Just made myself some black Earl grey, my recent fetish, with honey, and trying 2 stop a draught of air that came in from the French window, which I tried to open, from hitting my head. Ok plan changed I will sit inside the house.
I have college tomorrow, meaning I should wake up early, but what do I do now, I cant go back to sleep, I don’t want to talk on the phone, to some people who I know will be awake and more than willing to rant, hmmm I am thinking of food now, which reminds me, I went for cookery classes this week, not that I need classes or anything, college wants to make money, they said one extra skill is compulsory, there were loads of options. Like embroidery, toy making and yoga and loadsa stuff like that, widu papa took cookery, atleast we get stuff we make. We learnt some stuff, normal stuff only but its nice to eat things that we make as a group in college, and the best part about the classes are that they are held in the cookery lab. Lol we have a cookery lab, and instead of testubes there are vessels of all shapes and sizes and instead of Bunsen burners, cooking stoves, gas cylinders, microwaves etc. We made Nan and Paneer Makhanwala on the first day and Biriyani (veg
), Kadaii Paneer, Bhindi dahiwala, Cutlet, one weird pudding and one sweet date chutney.And yeaaa! I went for a concert, Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy. Predy cool stuff.
Hmmmmm I am sleepy hey blogging makes me sleepy, hope this blog doesn’t make you 2. Its just supposed 2 make only me sleepy, am possessive of my blog. LOL
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Up until now I had so much to say
but it's everything I've said
that's gotten in my way
I won't talk about you anymore to anyone
the time for that has passed
it's just over with and done
Supposed-to-be forgotten words
are still dancing in my head
and I'm just trying to "not remember"
a single thing you've said
I want to forget all about you
who you are and what your name is
cause it's causing so much pain
And I honestly can't take it and be sane.
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The little kid’s name is Lakshmi, hmmm that is the second half of my name, she was visibly excited when I gave her the pen today. Now she and the other little girl with her call me ‘Pen akka. It feels so good.
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| Oru Chembaneer.mp3 |
Pics- Google Images
Song- Another of my favs.
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Sunday, November 18, 2007
A FAIRY TALE
One last pear hung precariously from a tree growing on the other side of the fence. It glowed like it was golden, and I could close my eyes and imagine the succulent juices falling down the back of my throat. Pear juice. An extravagance I could only dream about. But the more I dreamt of this luxury the louder I heard my husband's voice cry out "No, No," and I would fall in the misery of my discontent.
He grabbed the stone from my hand and began to inquire about its origin.
My mother bade me to return home twice to comfort her hunger. But on the third time the hunger sunk such a pit in her stomach that it fell into the ground and would not move.
I left with these things, the only things left in a house barren. I left wearing the leather-bottomed shoes grandmother blessed before she died. I left mother nibbling on her fingers in want of food.
A woman from the mountain dressed in dragon scales walked down towards me. Her feet were as bare as mine but that did not seem to matter, because wherever she stepped her feet did not make a sound. "I hear of a man who can perform miracles. He walks across the soil without danger and carries with him his father's ring. Are you this man?"
When I touched the needle it magically fell loose and landed on the inside of my palm.
The mists grew heavy. When I stretched my arm out I could not see past my hand, but it did not matter. When I closed my eyes my feet moved along with the rhythm of the mountain and its soils. Faster and faster I could almost feel myself fly.
From within the bowels of the creature I found my leather bottomed shoes and ring that father left to me. There at the top of the mountain I decided to bury my father's bones.
Before I entered my home my brothers came out, and, thinking I was a peddler, asked how much the jade I carried was worth.
"My Daughter !" Mother cried out to me.
A familiar gold and silken robe of dragon scales was placed in my hands on account of me killing the creature. For an odd reason I could not help but feel regret. The girl with the white hair and her foxlike sibling did not mean any real harm but only wanted to protect the mountain as the men of soil bade them do.
Suddenly a swarm of angry vultures swooped upon the ogre and began to peck at every pore and crevice of his body. Together, a mass of flapping and buzzing around a core of struggling flesh, they danced a violent dance. His pitiful screams were drowned in a sea of hundreds of angry screeches and the sounds of countless beaks piercing flesh. I ran from this bloody scene as quickly as I could.
One last pear hung precariously from a tree growing on the other side of the fence. It glowed like it was golden, and I could close my eyes and imagine the succulent juices falling down the back of my throat. Pear juice. An extravagance I could only dream about. But the more I dreamt of this luxury the louder I heard my husband's voice cry out "No, No," and I would fall in the misery of my discontent.
He grabbed the stone from my hand and began to inquire about its origin.
My mother bade me to return home twice to comfort her hunger. But on the third time the hunger sunk such a pit in her stomach that it fell into the ground and would not move.
I left with these things, the only things left in a house barren. I left wearing the leather-bottomed shoes grandmother blessed before she died. I left mother nibbling on her fingers in want of food.
A woman from the mountain dressed in dragon scales walked down towards me. Her feet were as bare as mine but that did not seem to matter, because wherever she stepped her feet did not make a sound. "I hear of a man who can perform miracles. He walks across the soil without danger and carries with him his father's ring. Are you this man?"
When I touched the needle it magically fell loose and landed on the inside of my palm.
The mists grew heavy. When I stretched my arm out I could not see past my hand, but it did not matter. When I closed my eyes my feet moved along with the rhythm of the mountain and its soils. Faster and faster I could almost feel myself fly.
From within the bowels of the creature I found my leather bottomed shoes and ring that father left to me. There at the top of the mountain I decided to bury my father's bones.
Before I entered my home my brothers came out, and, thinking I was a peddler, asked how much the jade I carried was worth.
"My Daughter !" Mother cried out to me.
A familiar gold and silken robe of dragon scales was placed in my hands on account of me killing the creature. For an odd reason I could not help but feel regret. The girl with the white hair and her foxlike sibling did not mean any real harm but only wanted to protect the mountain as the men of soil bade them do.
Suddenly a swarm of angry vultures swooped upon the ogre and began to peck at every pore and crevice of his body. Together, a mass of flapping and buzzing around a core of struggling flesh, they danced a violent dance. His pitiful screams were drowned in a sea of hundreds of angry screeches and the sounds of countless beaks piercing flesh. I ran from this bloody scene as quickly as I could.
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Another post
It was a surprise vist, two people suddenly walked in today morning, one person who I ve met previously and the other a complete stranger to me. They stayed for an hour and by the end of the it I was admiring both of them and was discussing my college life with them.
One was my grandad’s brother, an archeologist, historian, Writer, and journalist by profession, and the other his relative. They came in, said hi and stated TALKING. Some real time talking, there was this huge debate about how journalists don’t earn much and it was better to be a technical writer. Ohh both these men were journalists, or should I say are, age doesn’t seem to have stopped them from doing things that young people do.
One hour with them taught me more than any class in college has. Iam feeling good today, the historian was a little skeptical of my course and said, ‘ive not learnt journalism from college, it comes from experience’ but I guess I made it up by answering all the ‘questions’ he asked me. So it one of the ‘I feel good today’ days.
And Before leaving, he Looked at the sign board on our street that said, ‘Kandasamy Nagar’, who is Kandasamy? He asked. Well now I really hadn’t given this Kandasamy much thought and had no clue as to who he was. Well you should atleast say. ‘ohh that Kandasamy was a fool’ he said and left, waving at us and smiling.
Amma later told me that he had written many books and was an authority on the subject of Calcutta the place, and the history of it.
This is one of his books, you can google the name PT NAIR to know more about him.
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The kid who asked me for the watch, asked me for a pen yesterday, ‘akka can you please buy me a pen?’ I want to practise writing she said. I said I would. I am having mixed emotions about this. I feel sorry for the kid, and when I look at myself and all the luxurious things around me am happy for myself too. Ho blessed iam. Many a time I have thought about how perfect my life is, and today I do it again.
Well I have loads of things that I want to post here, and little time.
Song- Changed the autoplay mode. Do listen to it though.
Pic- Google images
| Aregil ilengilim.m... |
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Akka will you buy me a watch?
I stopped, and looked at her, she was about 7, dark, small, unhealthy and had uncombed hair. Not a new face, I ve seen this kid plenty of times, she would be playing on the side of the road, ive scolded her once, for playing on the road, ‘ there are so many cars coming, you will get hurt’ I had said. Seri akka was all she had said.
Sometimes her mother would ask me the time, the answer was always the same, 7.10 or sometimes, just sometimes 7.15. Well that was because I always passed their house at that time in the morning on the way to college.
Today was one of the 7.15 days so I was walking fast, this was when she called out to me , I turned with the usual smile, probably wanted to know the time I thought, but her question left me without an answer, what was I supposed to say? Yes I will or no I wont. Did she want a real watch or a toy one ??? I had no clue, and kept staring at her till she went inside, and then went on my way.
I don’t know why, this has been haunting me from morning and ive been waiting to put this down here.
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Achan came home with a huge box of chocolates today, really huge, its been ages since ive seen so many chocolates in one place. After taking pictures of it. (iam taking my photography classes seriously, by photographing every single thing that I feel should be, and btw that includes the floor of my balcony.) We decided to give away some to our neighbours, so I took about 20 chocolates and took them over to my neighbours place, the glow I saw in that little girl’s face (this one is different from the earlier one) made me more happy than eating the sinful pieces. Kids rich or poor, tall or short, feel happy when they see new things. Just like I do when there is a new post to write.
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In college, we did fun things today , and yea, this was something I wrote yesterday, my English professor wanted us to write down 10 things which we couldn’t do, and I wrote the following. All sentences were to begin with ‘I cant’
I cant jump sky high
I cant eat frogs
I cant sleep all day
I cant live without reading
I cant go bald
I cant swim with sharks
I cant be very pessimistic
I cant wear glasses
I cant smoke
I cant say ‘I cant’ more than ten times.
This was written fast, very fast so they are just random things, after which the professor announced that if there were any things on the list that we really wanted to do and couldn’t we should try and figure why couldn’t do it. I looked down at my list, I dint want to do even one thing, :)
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This was written about me, I thought I ll put it up here. Don’t want to say who wrote it though.
The following is an essay on VIDYA LAKSHMI.
The subject of this essay shall henceforth be Reffered to as Mademoiselle Twinkletoes.
A wicked weirdo, in the literal sense of the word, but mademoiselle Twinkletoes only once in a while and weirdo full time. Twinkletoes seeks joy in all things she does, sometimes stuff like climbing stairs and other times things like climbing trees. Loves reading and was last seen reading a user manuel of a microwave, Hates monotonous lifestyles, and nothing is permanent but change is the quote that is followed by mademoiselle. Our Mademoiselle fears failure more than anything else, and admits that the thought of it makes her work harder than ever. She spends free time Blogging, though I seriously don’t understand why, and takes stuff like moon gazing quite seriously. On the whole after reading this, not only is this piece of paper going to get torn into bits but iam too.
I cant jump sky high
I cant eat frogs
I cant sleep all day
I cant live without reading
I cant go bald
I cant swim with sharks
I cant be very pessimistic
I cant wear glasses
I cant smoke
I cant say ‘I cant’ more than ten times.
This was written fast, very fast so they are just random things, after which the professor announced that if there were any things on the list that we really wanted to do and couldn’t we should try and figure why couldn’t do it. I looked down at my list, I dint want to do even one thing, :)
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This was written about me, I thought I ll put it up here. Don’t want to say who wrote it though.
The following is an essay on VIDYA LAKSHMI.
The subject of this essay shall henceforth be Reffered to as Mademoiselle Twinkletoes.
A wicked weirdo, in the literal sense of the word, but mademoiselle Twinkletoes only once in a while and weirdo full time. Twinkletoes seeks joy in all things she does, sometimes stuff like climbing stairs and other times things like climbing trees. Loves reading and was last seen reading a user manuel of a microwave, Hates monotonous lifestyles, and nothing is permanent but change is the quote that is followed by mademoiselle. Our Mademoiselle fears failure more than anything else, and admits that the thought of it makes her work harder than ever. She spends free time Blogging, though I seriously don’t understand why, and takes stuff like moon gazing quite seriously. On the whole after reading this, not only is this piece of paper going to get torn into bits but iam too.
| 02 - Thaye Yashoda... |
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Friday, November 09, 2007
10 things about women that men don’t know .
1.Sometimes the answer to the question 'is something wrong??' Is really ‘no’
2.Somedays We prefer kick boxing to yoga.
3.When we say we don’t fantasise about other men, we are lying.
4.When we say we aren’t jealous of other women, we aren’t lying.
5.Boys will be boys. Girls will be girls too.
6.We don’t want to be cute all the time
7.We can open most jars ourselves, we love the way you do it.
8.When you say you Dont fantasise about other women, we don’t believe you, we pretend we do though.
9.We can shop quickly for you, but we want the best for ourselves.
10.We always believe in true love,(every single time) and don’t really care about your back account. Atleast i don’t.
Pic- A stolen one. From Vini te poo, tssk he doesn kno, dont tell him.
| Mukilin Makale.mp3 |
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Thursday, November 08, 2007
The Cobra Conspiracy.
~ Based on a true story.
It was a perfect day and like every other perfect day it was a holiday. This happened in mid august, and like every perfect holiday Vidya woke up late, brushed her teeth and started reading, ‘go have a bath’ said amma, in a while said Vidya.
But you this girl and her obsession for books especially for good books, it was mid afternoon by the time she decided she should have a bath, a new tshirt to wear and loadsa happiness around, she went and turned on the tap, air came out. Turned it off and on gain, no water at all.
Ammaaaa!!!!! There is no water, put the motor on she screamed!!! Ok screamed back amma.
It was then that lulu walked in, lulu can u put the motor, said amma to lulu, ok said she
Lulu was vidya’s neighbour they lived in the same apartment so it was the same motor and lulu knew where it was so she put it on.
20 mins later.
Lulu is reading vidya’s books in her room, vidya comes in,
Vidya :hey lulu, you put the motor for me, love ya babe
Lulu: yea, anything for you, there was a cobra near the motor.
Vidya: COBRA????? WTF!
Vidya: yea it was a pretty big one.
Now lulu isn’t that brave girl who climbs all trees, but is pretty brave, and vidya is verrry surprised that she takes the COBRA so lightly.
Vidya: (louldly) ammaaa, did you hear, apparently there is a huge snake in our flat, lulu saw it. She says it was scary and really big, had fangs and all.
Amma: really??? Omg, what do we do now??? Maybe we ll get the snake charmer to charm it away.
Vidya: we should just call the wild life authorities.
In about 5 minutes time there is this group on the ground floor of the apartment, with panic struck expressions disussing all possible ways of getting rid of the reptile.
Vidya the completely brave and daring girl decides to get a look at the invertibrate, slowly walks up to the side of the motor, where the snake was first seen, she leans over it and says, people there is no snake here, only one coconut. Cant see the snake, maybe its gone back to where it came from
Who should come there at that moment but our darling lulu, she is surprised on seeing the crowd says, hey Vidya why are all those aunties conspiring near the stairs?? What is happening?
Vidya: they are discussing about the snake.
Lulu: what snake
Vidya: the snake you saw! Obviously
Lulu: I dint see any snake.
Vidya: were you kidding when you told my amma you saw a cobra??
Lulu: no, I saw a cobra
Vidya: where??
Lulu: come with me wil show you.
Lulu leans over to motor and picks up the coconut,
Here, the cobra
Vidya, and every one there give her questioning look.
Vidya: what is this?
Lulu: a cobra, was talking in Malayalam.
Vidya: you meant COPRA!,
Looks at the dry coconut and laughs out lould.
The group disperses, but not before lulu realizes what panic she has caused.
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Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Is it ok to pretend???
I was reading up an old diary of mine, well I ve been writing diaries ever since I knew what they are and ive always written my worst fears, my goals, ambitions, everything. Ive believed that writing down something will increase chances of that thing happening by atleast 50%, so as I read a few entires today, I felt I had pretended, acted, not been myself, and had actually gotten some people to believe that that was the real me, but the one fact that got me to think was that, I hadn’t pretended to be something better than the real me, I was always pretending to be bad, making people hate me for reasons better known only to me., now I don’t feel one bit guilty, and for some strange reason I ve got this notion that when I hate someone the best way is to make them hate me more, its always worked, a certain person, who I cant stand, now hates me so much that she doesn’t even look at me in the face, and though talks 2 my best friend will not even dream of talking to me, (there used to be a time, when I used to run way, when she came, so that I wouldn’t have to talk 2 her), and now Iam secretly glad she doesn’t talk to me, but will pretend am ohh soo sad about the whole thing. But anyway there are people who keep asking me how I managed the whole thing so you can guess what kinda person she was.
I ve no clue why am putting all this up here, and anyway this is my blog, and I ve the right to write all sorts of crap here, recently one of my friends remarked on how my blog had a lot of personal stuff, which got me thinking, well it is true that everything on this blog is about me, that is the reason I write, and how I love publicity, and you know what, one guy saw my short film, and actually recognized me from that when he saw me, and said something like, ‘ I saw u in kaneer, your performance was very good’. Man I almost had a heart attack, people I don’t know know me, I love this, but its actually pretty scary too.
I am so glad am in this world of blogging, ive always loved being the only child and found it the coolest thing ever, but right now am wishing I had a brother, a cool guy who looks like John Abraham, ok now why do I need a brother to look like john Abraham, hmm, a Salman khan look alike brother will do, and he should also have this really cool bike to drop me everywhere, no car, cars are so boring, no one can see you, you cant see anyone properly, well ok cars are nice in their own way too, but I love ‘chellam’ my red scooty pep+. Ok iam really going nuts 2day which is why this post exists,in the first place, anyway iam so glad iam me, I love me.
A joke's content (meaning) is not what provokes the laugh, it just makes the salience of the joke and provokes a smile. What makes us laugh is the joke mechanism.: if during a series of jokes you insert phrases that are not jokes, but with the same rhythm, the audience laughs anyway. A classic is the ternar rhythm, with three beats: introduction, premise, antithesis (with the antithesis being the punch line). Ok so if I say stuff that is not funny u should laugh, provided I say it like a joke.
Lol, so here are my favourite jokes,
Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson go on a camping trip. After a good dinner, they retire for the night, and go to sleep.
Some hours later, Holmes wakes up and nudges his faithful friend. "Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see."
"I see millions and millions of stars, Holmes" replies Watson.
"And what do you deduce from that?"
Watson ponders for a minute.
"Well, astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful, and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe. What does it tell you, Holmes?"
Holmes is silent for a moment. "Watson, you idiot!" he says. "Someone has stolen our tent!"
I was reading up an old diary of mine, well I ve been writing diaries ever since I knew what they are and ive always written my worst fears, my goals, ambitions, everything. Ive believed that writing down something will increase chances of that thing happening by atleast 50%, so as I read a few entires today, I felt I had pretended, acted, not been myself, and had actually gotten some people to believe that that was the real me, but the one fact that got me to think was that, I hadn’t pretended to be something better than the real me, I was always pretending to be bad, making people hate me for reasons better known only to me., now I don’t feel one bit guilty, and for some strange reason I ve got this notion that when I hate someone the best way is to make them hate me more, its always worked, a certain person, who I cant stand, now hates me so much that she doesn’t even look at me in the face, and though talks 2 my best friend will not even dream of talking to me, (there used to be a time, when I used to run way, when she came, so that I wouldn’t have to talk 2 her), and now Iam secretly glad she doesn’t talk to me, but will pretend am ohh soo sad about the whole thing. But anyway there are people who keep asking me how I managed the whole thing so you can guess what kinda person she was.
I ve no clue why am putting all this up here, and anyway this is my blog, and I ve the right to write all sorts of crap here, recently one of my friends remarked on how my blog had a lot of personal stuff, which got me thinking, well it is true that everything on this blog is about me, that is the reason I write, and how I love publicity, and you know what, one guy saw my short film, and actually recognized me from that when he saw me, and said something like, ‘ I saw u in kaneer, your performance was very good’. Man I almost had a heart attack, people I don’t know know me, I love this, but its actually pretty scary too.
I am so glad am in this world of blogging, ive always loved being the only child and found it the coolest thing ever, but right now am wishing I had a brother, a cool guy who looks like John Abraham, ok now why do I need a brother to look like john Abraham, hmm, a Salman khan look alike brother will do, and he should also have this really cool bike to drop me everywhere, no car, cars are so boring, no one can see you, you cant see anyone properly, well ok cars are nice in their own way too, but I love ‘chellam’ my red scooty pep+. Ok iam really going nuts 2day which is why this post exists,in the first place, anyway iam so glad iam me, I love me.
A joke's content (meaning) is not what provokes the laugh, it just makes the salience of the joke and provokes a smile. What makes us laugh is the joke mechanism.: if during a series of jokes you insert phrases that are not jokes, but with the same rhythm, the audience laughs anyway. A classic is the ternar rhythm, with three beats: introduction, premise, antithesis (with the antithesis being the punch line). Ok so if I say stuff that is not funny u should laugh, provided I say it like a joke.
Lol, so here are my favourite jokes,
Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson go on a camping trip. After a good dinner, they retire for the night, and go to sleep.
Some hours later, Holmes wakes up and nudges his faithful friend. "Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see."
"I see millions and millions of stars, Holmes" replies Watson.
"And what do you deduce from that?"
Watson ponders for a minute.
"Well, astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful, and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe. What does it tell you, Holmes?"
Holmes is silent for a moment. "Watson, you idiot!" he says. "Someone has stolen our tent!"
Another of my favourite jokes, is from a movie,
one guy asks the other,(the other man running away)
hey thaan aa nair ale do??
ayoo ala, nyan nair onim ala, nyan oru christianiia, ende paeru tomachan no endo aa.
*grin grin*And then ofcourse,
there is,
oru aal hotel enu karudi barber shaap il kaeri,
enitu chodichu, ...... phew should i even finish this joke
And this poem
A Poem for Women
He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake.
My biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and SMACKED him...
Like his Mother used to do.
and hey if you think this post is totally shitcrap, in which case you wouldnt have gotten to this line yet, or if you have, then you are stupid go away.
| Ethojanmakalpanayi... |
Labels: Madness
posted by VIDYA at 9:37 PM, | 6 comments
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Monday, November 05, 2007
I waana be in a Bus now.
My best friend wrote me this today, during a very boring class.
You are a chweetiepie
Always aiming sky high,
A friend to many
And never thinks before spending a penny,
Your ideas of life will take you far,
You are my best friend and our bond will exist without a scar.
The class was really boring , I wrote this.
Hmmm. How often have you woken up and have your grandmom make coffee for you, have daddy dearest making a sandwich, and mommy telling you that your picture is on page 3, of a supplement of a newspaper?
Well it happens to me time and again, and today I dint even realise I was on the paper, well I remembered to read the headlines, dint bother to check out the supplement though, well am now becoming a page 3 person, people no longer call me up to tell me they saw me on the paper, its become, ‘I saw you on chennai chronicle today also’, and iam loving it. Life is so fair to me always sometimes iam jealous of me. J
but why cant these people read my blog! I had to torture my friend physically and mentally to vist this blog, and all she said was that the butterfly was cute and she couldn’t bother to read the posts.
So while Chini is writing something, let me make a list of all the things I want to do,
I want to steer my ship to an unknown shore,
To wake up to a colourful dawn,
To Grow,
And everytime I grow to grow out of something.
Ok now all this nice to sound, but these are the things I want to be doing at this moment, when iam sitting in this boring hindi class,
I want to be in a bus
To ride a horse,
To comb my hair.
To read a mills and boon, well I have one on me but ive read it twice since morning already.
To swear at some one I don’t know.
To dance in the rain, its not raining but I want it to.
To go on a long walk
To bake a cake
To eat molaga bajji
To sing songs with ammuma
To read a blog
To walk on the beach without my slippers on
To build a castle
To wrap a gift
To have some one come over as a surprise
To spill icecream over someones new jacket
To make a broken watch work
To go to broken bridge, camera in hand and take pictures.
To sit in front of a waterfall and just look at it.
To make faces
To eat some really good food
To spray some perfume on my teddy bear.
To just laugh aloud, for no reason at all, and have 3 people laughing with you,
Well actually iam doing exactly what I wanted to, making lists of things I want to do.
I miss my friends from school, I miss so many people,
To them,
Much we have loved each other, but speechless was our love
Lost in routines and pressure, today it cries out aloud.
To ride a horse,
To comb my hair.
To read a mills and boon, well I have one on me but ive read it twice since morning already.
To swear at some one I don’t know.
To dance in the rain, its not raining but I want it to.
To go on a long walk
To bake a cake
To eat molaga bajji
To sing songs with ammuma
To read a blog
To walk on the beach without my slippers on
To build a castle
To wrap a gift
To have some one come over as a surprise
To spill icecream over someones new jacket
To make a broken watch work
To go to broken bridge, camera in hand and take pictures.
To sit in front of a waterfall and just look at it.
To make faces
To eat some really good food
To spray some perfume on my teddy bear.
To just laugh aloud, for no reason at all, and have 3 people laughing with you,
Well actually iam doing exactly what I wanted to, making lists of things I want to do.
I miss my friends from school, I miss so many people,
To them,
Much we have loved each other, but speechless was our love
Lost in routines and pressure, today it cries out aloud.
Pic- Taken in a bus, Moi in yellow, lalita in red, Prat in blue, my best frnd chini took the pic
Labels: boring class
posted by VIDYA at 10:06 PM, | 10 comments
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Friday, November 02, 2007
Let there be Light!
Diwali is just around the corner, and am already done with my shopping, early, coz the stores look scary once the people realise its shopping time, some stores, like a particular one in t-nagar, gets so crowded that people take in oxygen masks so that they can shop in peace, ok now I was kidding about the mask, but speaking of which this particular store has every single thing that a human could want in his life, (minus the amma and achan ofcourse). If you ve seen the ads of Saravana stores on tv, you l probably think it’s a swanky store that sells designer sarees, the perfect models in the ad, the actress who dances right in the centre of the circle all paint a picture of an elite store, but wait till you catch a glimpse of it. Baah… its pretty scary during normal times and now that diwali is here I can imagine the sea of people inside the shop. Clothes, Jewels, bags, footwear, other accessories, eye checkup, food, vessels to name just a few, they could sell anything and people will buy it, anything, meaning if they said, vesham 10 rs, vesham 10 rs, (poison) then every one would go buy the vesham from there, and costs, Well everything is loads cheaper than the normal stores, and its actually a real good bet if you buy the branded clothes, and stuff like that coz its cheaper too, only if you manage to get to that section of the store in the crowd,but other stuff and your clothes will be rags in a week, well people still flock there, hmm…. But you know what I gifted myself a FM-Radio from that store, and it looks like a really cool mp3 player, its maroon to match my new t shirt, they dint have a pink one . :(
Hmmm iam rejoicing the fact that we have so many festivals to celebrate, diwali and onam and vishu, and all the other festivals, and I make it a point to celebrate each and every one of these. Another important festival in Tamil nadu is Navarathri, followed by the vijayadashami day. Navarathri means nine nights, and in tamil nadu we celebrate it by singing, dancing and displaying dolls. Not singing and dancing like our north Indian counterparts but carnatic music concerts and bharatanatyam recitals are frequent occurrences during navarathri. There is another tradition that goes with navarathri and that is the kolu, a kolu is a display of dolls, and usually households that display kolu have dolls that date back into the ancient ages, meaning they have dolls that have been preserved over the ages, and when these beautiful dolls are displayed at homes, they invite their friends and neighbours over to see it. This year like every year I was invited for various kolus, and one fine day of the nine days, me and amma decided to do the doll appreciating and gift comparing session (oh we get gifts if we vist a house where there is a kolu) we went to 3 houses, one far away and then realized that there was a fourth house that we should be going to, but , oh we had not informed her that we would be coming that day. Usually invites for kolu are given a day before the festivities start and the hosts don’t specify a particular date or time, as the festival is a nine day one. But of course its common sense to call up people before landing up at their place and we dint think of it important enough and went to the fourth house.
When the dolls were more than just dolls.
The door was opened by a really old woman and she asked us who we were, amma had met her before so she explained who we were and asked if the person we were there to meet was there, pat came the reply, no she has gone out, you come in, now this patti, (patti means grandma in tamil) gave us a gracious smile and called us inside to see the kolu, it was no where even near the elaborate decorations and pretty dolls of the other three houses, but there was something in this kolu that stood out, something that showed that it was a real kolu, made with respect for tradition and real time belief, in other places it was more of a status symbol, and people spend loads of money on the kolu, and fancy gifts, each trying to out do the other.
Then a really old man walked in , he later told me that he was 92. my eyes almost fell off my head, 92, and this active, well he told me that I shouldn’t take offense if he dint reply to me propely and that was because he couldn’t hear properly. We were there for almost an hour, and man, iam really surprised about this, I dint feel alien in that place, and was talking to the both of them like I knew them forever, they asked me and amma all sort of questions some usual and some unsual, usual like, ‘Inde malay ethane pavan’ ‘how many sovereigns is this necklace’ , that was the usual question, the unusual one was like, ‘why weren’t you named sridevi?, you look like her’. Now how do I answer to tht ??? . We got gifts, well it was pretty weird to do this whole thing, talk to two strange people for almost half an hour, pray at their house and get gifts, but it was worth it, every bit.
And this gets the icing on the cake
Next day at work, Amma sees the person to whose house we had made that vist,
Amma: aaa, kausalya, your mother in law and father in law were so good to us yesterday. And the kolu was beautiful
Kausalya: WHAT? So it was you who came yesterday????????? *puzzled and angry expresion*
Amma: yes, you dint know ??
Kausalya: I noticed that two gifts were gone, and also understood that two people had visted, but my in laws did not tell me anything.
Amma: Gasp!
~~~~~~~~
Life is at a all time high, college has started, exams over, and we have really nice subjects this time,including Economic issues (My fav) , Business reporting. Kappi editing, And photo journalism.
Diwali is just around the corner, and am already done with my shopping, early, coz the stores look scary once the people realise its shopping time, some stores, like a particular one in t-nagar, gets so crowded that people take in oxygen masks so that they can shop in peace, ok now I was kidding about the mask, but speaking of which this particular store has every single thing that a human could want in his life, (minus the amma and achan ofcourse). If you ve seen the ads of Saravana stores on tv, you l probably think it’s a swanky store that sells designer sarees, the perfect models in the ad, the actress who dances right in the centre of the circle all paint a picture of an elite store, but wait till you catch a glimpse of it. Baah… its pretty scary during normal times and now that diwali is here I can imagine the sea of people inside the shop. Clothes, Jewels, bags, footwear, other accessories, eye checkup, food, vessels to name just a few, they could sell anything and people will buy it, anything, meaning if they said, vesham 10 rs, vesham 10 rs, (poison) then every one would go buy the vesham from there, and costs, Well everything is loads cheaper than the normal stores, and its actually a real good bet if you buy the branded clothes, and stuff like that coz its cheaper too, only if you manage to get to that section of the store in the crowd,but other stuff and your clothes will be rags in a week, well people still flock there, hmm…. But you know what I gifted myself a FM-Radio from that store, and it looks like a really cool mp3 player, its maroon to match my new t shirt, they dint have a pink one . :(
Hmmm iam rejoicing the fact that we have so many festivals to celebrate, diwali and onam and vishu, and all the other festivals, and I make it a point to celebrate each and every one of these. Another important festival in Tamil nadu is Navarathri, followed by the vijayadashami day. Navarathri means nine nights, and in tamil nadu we celebrate it by singing, dancing and displaying dolls. Not singing and dancing like our north Indian counterparts but carnatic music concerts and bharatanatyam recitals are frequent occurrences during navarathri. There is another tradition that goes with navarathri and that is the kolu, a kolu is a display of dolls, and usually households that display kolu have dolls that date back into the ancient ages, meaning they have dolls that have been preserved over the ages, and when these beautiful dolls are displayed at homes, they invite their friends and neighbours over to see it. This year like every year I was invited for various kolus, and one fine day of the nine days, me and amma decided to do the doll appreciating and gift comparing session (oh we get gifts if we vist a house where there is a kolu) we went to 3 houses, one far away and then realized that there was a fourth house that we should be going to, but , oh we had not informed her that we would be coming that day. Usually invites for kolu are given a day before the festivities start and the hosts don’t specify a particular date or time, as the festival is a nine day one. But of course its common sense to call up people before landing up at their place and we dint think of it important enough and went to the fourth house.
When the dolls were more than just dolls.
The door was opened by a really old woman and she asked us who we were, amma had met her before so she explained who we were and asked if the person we were there to meet was there, pat came the reply, no she has gone out, you come in, now this patti, (patti means grandma in tamil) gave us a gracious smile and called us inside to see the kolu, it was no where even near the elaborate decorations and pretty dolls of the other three houses, but there was something in this kolu that stood out, something that showed that it was a real kolu, made with respect for tradition and real time belief, in other places it was more of a status symbol, and people spend loads of money on the kolu, and fancy gifts, each trying to out do the other.
Then a really old man walked in , he later told me that he was 92. my eyes almost fell off my head, 92, and this active, well he told me that I shouldn’t take offense if he dint reply to me propely and that was because he couldn’t hear properly. We were there for almost an hour, and man, iam really surprised about this, I dint feel alien in that place, and was talking to the both of them like I knew them forever, they asked me and amma all sort of questions some usual and some unsual, usual like, ‘Inde malay ethane pavan’ ‘how many sovereigns is this necklace’ , that was the usual question, the unusual one was like, ‘why weren’t you named sridevi?, you look like her’. Now how do I answer to tht ??? . We got gifts, well it was pretty weird to do this whole thing, talk to two strange people for almost half an hour, pray at their house and get gifts, but it was worth it, every bit.
And this gets the icing on the cake
Next day at work, Amma sees the person to whose house we had made that vist,
Amma: aaa, kausalya, your mother in law and father in law were so good to us yesterday. And the kolu was beautiful
Kausalya: WHAT? So it was you who came yesterday????????? *puzzled and angry expresion*
Amma: yes, you dint know ??
Kausalya: I noticed that two gifts were gone, and also understood that two people had visted, but my in laws did not tell me anything.
Amma: Gasp!
~~~~~~~~
Life is at a all time high, college has started, exams over, and we have really nice subjects this time,including Economic issues (My fav) , Business reporting. Kappi editing, And photo journalism.
Labels: diwali, Holiday time
posted by VIDYA at 7:17 PM, | 3 comments
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