Durga's Random Thoughts.

Cant believe a year has passed. In the beginning of the year I was nowhere and trying to decide if I should go for an MA in Linguistics or an MBA in HR. I also had no idea whether I really wanted a boyfriend or not. I had no idea that I would be active on Facebook. I didnt imagine I would meet a couple of friends from net. And still better, that they would turn out to be verrrry good friends. I didnt imagine I would teach. Or work with Ads. I didnt imagine I would be in a different city [not to mention a metro] with all that fast life and a curriculum to go with, by the end of the year, while I was lazily munching chips and trying to concentrate on a basic quant sum with my sleepy brain in last January... Here is to a new year! A hope for bigger better and a fantastic new year, for myself and for everyone who reads this! :) Cheerz!! Durga Nandan PS - An MA in Linguistics is still not ruled out. :P

After a long time, a long post. The old funny tinge back. Or so I felt after I typed this out. Anways, it is all about how they should coin the word or may be the term "place lag" just the same way they said "jet lag". Why? Is why even a question? *roll eyes!* As soon as I landed back from Chennai for my holidays back to Kerala, God's own country, I felt this peculiar need to coin that term. Because the feeling was bugging and budding inside me. The urge to speak English was the worst. Trust me, I had to fight my inkling to talk to my dad in English. Not that he would have trouble understanding or replying, but he would be sarcastic about how 'pseudo mallus' land back from somewhere they just lived for 6 months and start acting as if they never belonged! And believe me, dad's sarcasm kills. Then, everything around, had changed. Everything from the corner shops to the malls to the junctions! And an already directionally challenged [yours tru...

Christmas trees and windy days, sumptuous feasts and one who prays Jesus is gonna be born again, in every heart to end the pain :)

Some people are Hippos. Others are "Hippo-crites". I hate the second category more!

Why dont a million visitors visit my blog every day? PS- Now, its your turn to be rude and funny. :P

My heart beats a thousand times more for you. The nights are short to dream But long to stay away from you. The days are scorching hot and lost When am with you not.. The nicer things in my life, They just got their life... That is, more than a 'Virtual Life'. It is just the way you make me feel, It is from my heart to heel.. When I dance with you, It is more than just new.. The feeling.. Like I am dreaming.. My heart beats a thousand times more for you. But do I have a name for you? My Lady Love, My Lovely Lass, You are my life and death indeed!

Why are we humans the only people who have 'gods'? How come animals live normal without it? :?

Mirror Mirror, am I the most beautiful on earth? Should I tell a lie or should I let it lie? No, you should temme what you think, 'cos I care for what you think. Sweetheart, then I tell you that that gal is not in anyway you. Ok, just lemme get used to this 'cos my face is all you see. No, its not that ya'r not beautiful lady, its just that I cant lie. Yeah, for your love I'll hear all you say and let you be blunt to me too. Oh! Mirror Mirror, what do you think? Am I the most beautiful on earth? Should I lie or let it lie lass? 'cos I dont think you are beauteous, for all I can know of thee..

The other day I saw a cockroach on the bathroom tap of my hostel. It looked like it was dancing. That must be how cockroaches 'tap' dance!

I miss you blog! :(

It takes so much luck, to find a person who feels you are the most beautiful person on earth. :)

This is a circuit board. My friend showed it to me just now. But my imagination kinda makes me feel its the view of a city from the sky. all big buildings and small houses and flats.. :) Can you see it? :)

"Real Lover" >You have a duplicate lover too? :? Hottest people on Orkut > 20k+ people? How can all be "hottest"? When trust breaks.. >you make an orkut community for it. :P I have a secret crush. > but i wanted a platform to shout it out. :P ur's love should be true.. > and you decide that? love. we wand love. > wand!!! yeah. magic can only get these ppl love! love is something.. > seriously?? i am a true lover. > great. what made you declare this secret? want to marry an army officer? > baap re! uske liye bhi community! muft mein matrimonial ads bhi ho jayenga :P i dont have girlfriend. >good for the gals! 

Things you would do if you just had enough time.. People you have no reason to hate, but still do.. Days when everything goes wrong.. Times when only that person can make you happy.. Places that make the most out of you.. Moments you wish you just evaporated into nothing.. There are some times, when horizon makes you feel better than the river near you. Now, time for a bit of .. Well, you know what.. ... She just walked out of the room. She knew it was done. The harm. And shut the door banging behind her. It is not painful now. It feels better. Scary though. Thinking about the life left to face. She reminded herself, alone. When he said those three words to her in college, she never knew it would turn to be what she is having now. Or what came before it. "I hate you!" "Fine!" Turning around, she stormed out of the audi. And then, two weeks of I-dont-talk-to-you-you-dont-even-look-at-me time. One day, something happens and he calls her a 'good g...

I found things changing today. Again. A full turn around. I donno if something is wrong with me, the way I am, or is it with the way I perceive things? Life is not sad. But it does nt seem happy either. Prefer yourself first. Always. Whoever it is. Or how much ever is promised to you. I learnt something today. Time is precious. Remember who you give it to. PS - Dont give someone a part of your life, when you are just another part of their life.

Jal is coming!! :D And I am excited! Wonder what the night would be like. It is supposed to be 130km/hr! Already Chennai floods at a 3cm rain. God knows how flooded a 24hrs rain and wind would make it! It hits Vellore directly. But last year, it flooded Chennai and water clogged in the underground roads I heard. The bridge near the railway looked like a river bridge and the road beneath it was invisible under the water. It was that bad. And the joke is, after all this, our college has regular classes. On sundays too! :-| Morning 10 o' clock looked like 5 o' clock in the dawn. And there was no power till very recently! I and my roommie sat and took pics in the candle light. That is the best thing that happened when power was off.. I ll post one of em here.. eh? One of those times I see books.. :) Aint I beautiful! :) [Dont forget, that was not a question! :P ]

Why cant parents act more grown up?? :P

I asked god : God, why am I not getting what I like? Why do I have to settle with things I dont even dream of? And God replied : Have you seen a potter? He makes pots day in and day out. He makes every pot with the same clay. But he decides what everything is made for. And he knows the best use of each. He will assign each pot a duty. The same goes for you. A human is made by me with a use in mind. I will take every human to the place, that it will serve the best purpose in!

I think the most beautiful thing on the world is a human mind. From childhood, though we stuff it with information that was found before and make it work like a machine that we dont have time to think originally about anything with it. Marks, grades, placements.. It is a wonderful machine alright. But it is better left to itself. No formal education will help it do anything worthwhile. At least nothing new, like a breakthrough will come out of it if you stuff and run it. It needs to be left alone. When it needs something, I am sure it will find ways and information on its own. A child can never be taught to walk. It learns by itself. Similarly, It picks up speaking all by itself. That is how nature prefers a child to learn. What we have in our world, I dont say it should not be transferred to others. But, record it. So that if anyone needs more information, they can leaf through. And learn. But not make a mess out of his brain by just stuffing it with stuff. We lose the natural abilit...

I hate it when people try theorizing things that are not practical. And argue I learn it, cos that is the theoretical way. :-|

I have always found a beauty in wondering what I had been in my past life, if I had one.. It is almost like, a different me, in a different scene, different dressing, everything different. Just the essence is mine. But I am sure, I would have been an Indian. Somewhere in the north probably. Near a temple. Very religious and pious. I can imagine myself in some traditional wear.. I look good in it. :) A dark stone temple always haunted my dreams.. Somewhere inside, I see myself running. It is a Shiva temple. Wonder where it is. I have had a deja vu' of another temple before. I remember being surprised when I entered it. It was exactly the same way I had either "dreamed of" or... I donno... I knew the way inside it without anyone guiding me. Wonder why.. Well, may be, just may be, Durga Nandan, was my name in that birth.. I have always felt some connection when I hear that name... when people call me Durga Nandan, when they recognize me as Durga. Past life is just a conc...

आँखों में काजल, बालों में बादल, चमके वो आँखें, थोडा सा पागल.. नर्मिली भाषण, अतिसुन्दर वेषण, प्रियंवदा मन का, मगर अलबेला.. :)

It is always the prospect of being in love that drives a man in youth. When in love, marriage drives him ahead. And then, the thought that she will get tired of talking one day. ;)

All Gods are one. Until you meet your daughter's boy friend!

I walked into my college today to see a beautiful lady, all dressed up in saree for the class. Wondering why she was all dressed up, I remembered, it was Karvachauth today. And then I suddenly loved that lady all the more. Something you dont see in a Bschool. Anyways, when I came back, I researched on this and found out some interesting facts about this tradition. It was initially a tradition that recognized your god-sister at your in-laws place. It had nothing to do with husbands. But then, we always commercialize love. So, husband was dragged in later. But then, doing it for your husband, I am all in for it. :) Karva means clay pot and not sieve. Wonder how many women do it these days... But the men must always feel happy, someone somewhere is forgoing food for him. :) PS- I dont like the idea of " pativrata " standing alone. I advocate a " patnivrata " too to be existent.

MBTI test was administered in the class the other day. It indicated I am Introverted. Introverted and me? Mm.. Was a surprise. Introverted people get energized from within. Not outside stimuli. Actually, I was equally introverted and extroverted. But, since am a lady, the result meant I am introverted. Because ladies are supposed to be more extroverted than gents. Or in layman words, "Females are supposedly chatterboxes that wont shut up." I had taken the test some years back. Out of personal interest. And then, I was extroverted. So, it keeps changing with your age and also, the situations you are in, when you take the test, affects your result. Was an eye opener. Knowing about yourself is the first step to knowing the world. If someone wants to know what you are, take it here  ! Find more about yourself!

One life, One day, One moment. Live for yourself! :)

"There are four kinds of Human Resource in an Organization -Mineral Human Resource, Vegetable Human Resource, Animal Human Resource and Human Human Resource...Only by being a Human Human Resource, one becomes a Source...This Source becomes a Real Source by losing all ego...This sets one onto the path of becoming a Manager...and only if this Manager is able to influence people there is a POSSIBILITY of Leadership..." Some gyan I got from yesterday's conclave. Wonder which human resource I am... :) HR is interesting.. But I wonder if I made a small mistake by choosing it above marketing. Marketing comes naturally for me. But HR, I still dont know. I am not sure. You know, human resource has to be developed right from school.. Here, the mentorship has to be between a kid and teacher where teacher is [like] his or her best friend. If you do that from childhood, it will make a huge impact on the emotional development of the child.

My first post, triggered by an HR conclave happening here on campus. Had to wear formals. These days, almost every day I wear formals. I have to. What did I learn today? That it is not the duty of the HR people to keep employees happy. They just make sure performance happens. Another thing, HR people mostly look for students who match their company values. Most of the time, they need people who can work FOR them and not work WITH them. World is filled with people. But not talented ones. It is the job of an HR personnel to find those rare talents and retain them. Whatever is replaced, HR people can not be replaced by technology. At least, not in near future. I also knew that, most people think HR people do not work at all. "All they do is send mails and travel around." How very wrong! And it is not about what they want, but what is best for the company and its people that we transform into policies. Wishing some HR company would soon come and take me so I could get a hang of i...

Today a guy told me he uses Lip Gloss! [I wanted to use the word 'confessed'. But he thinks there is nothing wrong with this. He bought it for his gal friend, then forgot it at home when it was time to give her. And then started using it, it seems. And he liked the way his lips looked. He also tells me he likes mascara and has worn black eye shadow to school. What do I call it? :?

A gal asking her bro : People become workaholics after falling in love with me? Or do I fall in love only with potential workaholics? Bro was sarcastic enough to reply : You make them realize how engaging their work is! Another bit : Someone, working in the public sector [purely govern'mental' organization], is still in the office at 9 pm on a weekend! Heights of workaholism or what!  :P

It is time for you to get married when you start relating to labor pain, when somebody talks about child labor! :P

World would be chaotic if everyone could see everyone else's dreams! [But that is like saying, it would be chaotic if everyone saw everyone else's eyes, in a land where eyes are a secret. :) ]

Some pages are turned, to never return to, for rereads. Some pages, stay with bookmarks. Yet others, carry you in their hearts.

The canopy over my head, feathery green bow. The orangy sun racing for home.. Patchy sky, church and its chimes. Sodium lamps spreading light flood. The solitary crow, on the top of Tall Tree. Gravelly road, leading ahead. Once in a while, someone walking bent head.. All this makes my walk worthwhile ahead..

"It is not solitary confinement. It is solitaire confinement. The only frigging game on my comp!" A friend who has an office to his own and is kinda alone in the whole place and cant quit yet screams..

तुमसे ज्यादा प्यार मुझे जो देंगा, उससे प्यारा और कही न देखा :P

He is a stupid. But I hope he does not make it a habit. :P

The world can only be so much blind so as not to see two souls in love. These days they even have eye drops for it. :P

My mind is shallow. Cant remember its bottom. It is filled with your memories...

A random life, A random thought. Things have changed a f*kin lot. I am into a lot of things now. The acads, busy ones that never give you breathing space on one side, extras and clubs on another, relationships on yet another, and sleep to be balanced on. And of course, the dhobi job. That no one can do for me. And in between all these, you get little time for your dreams, for self, for your loves. But then, a manager manages himself or herself first... So, gotta make time. Watching movies have been a recent craze for me. God knows why I never realized there were so many wonderful movies I had not gotten my hands on. Some blog ideas are buzzing around in my mind. But I need time to type them and draw them out. BTW, my happy budday just passed by. Yours truly is now a full 22 year old kid!!! :D :D You know, I have some *GREAT* thoughts about being a dhobi. In fact, I respect them now. Being a dhobi requires special skills and knowledge. Some facts about dho...

I was trying to be sweet to someone while I said "Sit!" And it became "Sh*t na?" :D

MBA expansion of PMS - Portfolio Management Scheme  :P

Check this out.. :)

The tilt of your hand, lilt of your voice.. I thought that was enough for me to admire you.. That twisted smile and curly hair, made me smile. Your smell, that some quirky walk.. what else would I need to stalk? And then one day I know, you are gay. And that when I lost my hay. :P

Sometimes, the dumber of the lot still are those that know they are.

Know what? If you have not  tried this, try it. NOW! Ride when it rains, on a bike and spread out your hands and scream. Or simply, just ride ride and ride at night in a metro. :) Trust me, you should not miss it if you can. In anyway!

The things people laugh about when they hear, marks their age. Kids in KG start giggling when you mention soo soo and pee pee. In school, it is about the excretory actions of human body. In teenage, they giggle about sex. In youth, it turns out to be love. And then, in mature adulthood, you laugh at people who mention marriage. At old age, you laugh thinking how you laughed at different things at different ages. Life is a funny thing if you ask me.

Last year, at this time, I was sitting with him. His eyes pierced into mine whenever they could. Whenever the crowd would let him peek into them. Trying 'accidental' touches... Trying to tell me how much he loved being with me... All those seem like yesterday. A year had passed. The sun still rises where it did. The world has not changed. At least not the 'constantly changing' bit of it. But somehow, today, I feel a change coming. Into my life. As some song in English [no, I aint that English muZic freak you are searching for.] said "We had joy we had fun..", we had a lot of fun. It was a leap of faith. Everything from the teeniest bit of my life had changed. And yet remained the same. Humming along with my iPod, I sat waiting. He had mentioned he had something serious to say. And the sober way he said it, I didnt know what to expect. And when he came, he was looking so handsome, I felt like giving him a hug and letting him know. But as usual the 'peo...

It only takes a bit of love to transform a task into a hobby .

Life was easier with lesser complications. When you love the complications you have in life, you are between devil and the deep sea and do not know what to choose. - Just an offhand thought... The other day, I was on phone on the terrace when a hostel mate pulled me away from there and put me under the light. I was all round eyed and asked her what happened. " Bhoot hote he. Kabhi raat ko pedon ke neeche mat ja ." I was totally aghast. She was educated and said something without even wondering if it was true. Well, on second thought, what our ancestors said had a reason. When people blindly believe it without knowing why, it becomes superstitious. Our ancestors knew about the metabolic activity that happens in a tree at night and how much CO2 goes out in the process and that it could prove fatal with long exposure. But calling it Bhoot ... Well... Today I am in a very sad mood... Very. Sad. I thought I had gotten over all those "mood swings". And no, it is...

The heated lappy, proof of long time use. Tired eyes, counting the hours unslept. Cherries, taken from the empty cocktails. Wonder when a gal wud be more high! PS- It aint me btw. :)

Penning from Comp lab when a class is going on in the class. Sir chucked me out! :D Well, though I was listening, he thought I was reading a newspaper. :-| Anyways, what is a college life without getting a "get out!" ? :P

Gyan - Let sleeping dogs lie. Me - Yeah am even singing a lullaby for it. :P

As the old saying went : Too many cooks spoil the broth. My MBA version : Too many lappies spoil the presentation. PS- Lappies are just a sweet name for Laptops. :)

Loving the one who hates you, always changes their attitude towards you. They cant help but start loving you. It is just like "As you sow, so you reap!". Indifferent, though, is an altogether different story :) Another thing I discovered this week is that, to get things done, transfer your pressure to the ones that lag. Let them not know you are doing it. They will do what you want. :) I was trying both the other day. And yes, they work.

There are some art forms I am really crazy about. Kung Fu, mostly cos of movies, Bharathanatyam , cos it always makes my eyes wet with emotions when a zenith performance happens. The same applies to classical muZic. Well, I wish I could sing like old days.. Long back, when amma always insisted I take singing lessons cos I had a really good voice, I would make it a point to be a rebel. And when both my parents were out of station with their work, I stopped my classes altogether. Yes, I do regret it. From there, my voice has been on a steady decline. Right now, it is too high pitched I can not take bass on loud. I will resume my muZic classes after I end up in a job. I am sure I will find time. For one thing, I regret it now. And second, I am in dire need of some muZic for and by myself. And then I remember while I was in school, my muZic mam asked me to join dance classes. But the teeny weeny body of mine would pain like hell every day after the classes. So, my super possessive ...

My world has not stopped spinning. The life on it still goes on. The sun still rises and sets. Same place same time, same horizon. But the flowers, they bloom for someone else. The color of sun is no more red. I cant make out, I am colorblind. Let the world spin. I will wait for it to turn for me again.

My language is a mess right now! Today I could hear myself saying,"So kya?" and "Kuch happened?" Ab tell! Isn't my language going haywire? :(

I was wondering.. When a shortsighted person grows old, does his short sight and long sight compensate each other and make his eyesight perfect? :?

Can you imagine what I feel now? I feel like I am in heaven. After all, my muZic is back. With my lappy. I am sure my mood swings will stop soon. Dancing in my mind, I wish I had a lot more space. I would have danced for the joy of muZic again. Dhinak dhin nachun mein! :) Like a child. Like I had no care in the world. It matters not what others feel about me. It matters for a moment what I have to be after I finish it. My body swings unknowingly. Like I needed this dose of this Morphine. My dose of morphine, here I come! PS- One last thing in this post, there is nothing better than muZic to make you feel sexy. DN

Grades Degrade :)

zero one zero zero zero one zero zero zero one one zero one zero. zero zero zero one zero zero one, zero one one zero zero zero one. This actually is a poem a stupid comp engineer behind me made up in a boring QT class today. :)

I think a business of rubber backbones would do perfectly well cos we have so many " anonymous " backboneless guys around. :)

Preface : I had an anonymous comment with all the possible weird ways of talking. [PS- Read it as abuses, perversion and whatever could possibly go wrong to a human mind.] I deleted it obviously. :) My reply to you my dear Anonymous fellow : I know you do not have a backbone to come say that on my face. But I forgive you. It is not your fault anyways. God had his moment of sanity when he decided not to give you a backbone. What if you had a backbone as well? Cant imagine the situation! So, I pity you, your family [you know whom I am talking about.] and your teeny weeny brain that goes wacko with a drop of alchohol. :) Dont worry sweetums, you still have time to grow up. :) Take extra care about that head of yours. Another hit somewhere and you will need serious medical help. :) Luv, DN PPS- In our place there is a proverb. "Only those trees are thrown at, that produce fruits." Donno if your parents never had time to tell you that. :) But yeah I am happy someon...

I am sosososososososoosoooooo sad I cant do prose blogs these days!!! :( :( :( By the time I get some time on a comp after all that slogging for college, I just want fun.. Nothin else... Or else these days I spend talking on phone. Obviously, my current class mates find my chatter a bit too much to bear for now. But I promise you I will make sure they will miss it by the time I leave this place, like every one of them who has been with me for a long time. ;)  And with the signature campaign going on, all time I spend in the college when I am not doing anything else, I spend time socializing with my seniors and obviously with my batchmates :) Pretty much busy these days to even think about anything but fall on my bed and get some damn sleep. And yes, I think it is time Mr. A.J. came into light. I asked like every probable person whether it is him. Come on now AJ, you should be telling me who you are. And yes, lately I dont see you here either. May be cos the quality of my writi...

A search query that lead to my blog and this guy stayed there for quite some time as well.. Query : how i made it to iim  -> 2.00[pages] 00:11:12[time spent] 100.00%[percent of new visits] 0.00%[bounce rate] [Waise I am almost sure the browsing for tips wont help this someone to end up in any of the IIMs. Go do some serious work out dude :) ]

"I read Tshirt captions." is a very relevant Tshirt caption. The idea struck me while reading one. :P

Sorry about the clarity. Click on it and you can view it in the original form :) Cheerz! DN

In UG, you 'Mug Up'... In PG, you 'Pick the Mug Up'!

Two weeks into a different life and I realized that I value a lot of things more than I expected. And that one thing I value most, My Appa, to the most loveliest awesomest bestestest dad in the world , I just wanted to say I love you. Appa misses me. Oh, he calls every day to let me know. "As soon as I enter your room, I feel like crying... Your room used to look so unorganized and used, it would make me scold you almost every day. And now, when I go there, it is a dead place. Tears come to my eyes when I realize you were the heart of this home. This place is dead without you baby.." Yes Appa, I miss you too. I miss your daily treats, I miss those scoldings I thought I hate, I miss your your weekly advice sessions, I miss your stupid smile everytime I scold you. [ :P ] I miss that unkempt look you have when you are tired and all spent for the day... I miss everything about you. I miss your love, your care and just the being of you.. Appa, this is a strange world, I fi...

[All I could manage :( ] DN

Tamilians wont use other languages if they know you understand their language. Tamilians have a different thing at every meal time. Morning Sambhar rice, noon Rasam rice, evening Curd rice. And the next day, it would be morning Rasam rice and so on. They name places either with -pakkams or -pett Never take a new pair of chappals when you go to a new place. You never know what awaits you there. Never ever take a Reliance SIM anywhere in the world. -I lost every break trying to make sense to those customer care people of theirs.- Life is all about having fun. :) There are people who sweep the floor with two brooms simultaneously. When you lose your way. you learn another. Human mind does not have Circular Reference problems unlike the very organized mechanical counterparts. Computers are sadder than an Alzheimer's hit mind. Some people have a unique way of complicating things. A notified surprise test, is an oxymoron. Language is not a barrier. It is just an inh...

Orkut, Facebook , Gmail and Blogger are not the only sites on Internet. :P

Two days into this college, and my first post. Well well well.. Is the new place agreeing with me? Obviously yes! Is it perfect? Nope. Obviously not. I remember coming here. My uncle and cousin gave me a pleasant surprise by coming to see me off. In the train, [lemme start from there.] after crossing the Tamil Nadu borders, we get this vendor trying to sell CDs. A co passenger : Can I get the CDs of Hindi movies? Vendor : Of course! She leaves and brings back a bunch of CDs. He browses through it and says "These are all Tamil." Vendor : " athaa.. hindi movie thana ?" Hindi movies were all DUBBED into Tamil and even the covers changed. I realised they loved their language 'too much'. The rains came with me to Chennai. It rained for two days and they said it was unusual to rain at this time of the year. Now it is more like the shift from ACs of classes to hot weather of the city during the breaks. I donno if I should get a sweater or abandon the ex...

One day, I was chatting to a friend of mine when I realized how much I am addicted to this internet thingy.. Him : It is better than someone telling me my story is all plagiarized. Me : No! Who said that? :-o Him : A close friend once said so. :P Me : When? And what did you say? Him : I was dropping him on my bike to the bus stop. And he says this. :( So temme, what would I have said? How would I have reacted? Me : I donno.. I have never pissed you off till date. :P So.. What was it? Him : You know me.. What would I have said? Me : Got me in a fix  :D You wud ve said "You really want me to drop you in the bus stop right? " :D Him : That reaction happens only in a relaxed mood. Me : Eashwara ! What will you say! Him : Guess. Me : You must have sent him a smiley. :? Him : No smileys in real life dear.. :P He said it while I was giving him a lift to bus stop.  :D Anyways the chat went further so... Him  : You are too bad at guessing....

Yesterday, I said no to an outing cos I didnt know what to wear. [Now that, is a first time for me. I usually just wear something and go. And I didnt know I was doing it, until I had done it.] I bargained. I mean like real well. This time I even sounded like dad. Usually if I have money, I dont bargain. I saw a film of a Malayalam 'superstar' and actually liked it. That was one of the films after he gained weight like an elephant. Dad didnt scold me when the Internet bill came. [Obvious reasons. :D ] And I have started to take note of the conversations I have with people. Not just blabber away and forget it. :) Life has changed a bit.. :)

Lemme know what ya think! DN

Usually we do the 'Be the Roman in Rome' thing and decide if the society thinks it is good, it is and do it. Although it helps getting along with people, I think it is lame in one way. You like what you like. 1. I see people making mayhem over Monalisa . I dont understand what all the hullabaloo is all about. I dont think she has a smile or sadness on her face. I think its just a fat gal with no eyebrows! [You never noticed that before. Did you? :D  ] She is toooo fat if you ask me. I bet the model died of obesity related reasons soon after the painting. And the veil thingy he tried, I dont think it looks any good to me. Tell you what? Now, This is something that impresses me. But of course, we believe what the west says is good, is good! Pathetic! 2. I dont think Aishwarya Rai looks any good! Sushmita Sen does! Aishwarya looked good initially, I admit. But the hype even now? I dont get it. Just watch the stupid ad for " Longines "[Prima Luna]. The ...

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There are some books that I wish I could read again. Why? Why cos, I wish I had the patience to go through the book again and take every line I hated in there and criticize it. Why do they name hurricanes with gals' names? - I ask. "To catch the fishermen's attention" - He replies! Two incidents a friend shared.. [He is not working in Kerala FYI!] 1. "Once I was talking to a mallu frnd of mine on phone.. About going for a movie.. He was asking about some timings and I was asking him everytime " athinu pono, atho vere pono ?" Sometime later after the call, my colleague behind asked "You keep talking about porno all the time.. Dont you? 2. Another phone call oveheard from his cabin.. "Sir I cant find it under the shelf.." "Where sir, I cant hear you!" "Sorry sir, under the desk you mean?" "Sorry sir, under where , under where sir?" [Ok, ^ that one, needs to be heard to be understood. Imagin...

You meet some people in this life. Then they go on, make you get used to them.. They manage to become the world for you.. And then ... ... they have to walk away.  They are leaving ...   ... to prepare to receive you, in the next birth. To take time and learn to become better for you. To be the best for you... God's plans never go wrong ...

[One day...] Oh! the OTHER sick!! I had to tell someone who misunderstood the 'ill-sick' or 'not well-sick' to be the 'feel bad-sick'. :| I say I am sick and tada, the bad me is out of the sack. [Ok not like I am perfect at other times. But sometimes I can be horrible.] Day before yesterday, a sudden chill runs through my spine and I find it verrry unusual. Does it stop with the chill? No! From there, I get these tired limbs, creaky and painful joints and lightheadedness and this feeling that I might never be able to walk using my limbs again. The fever plays its own game, peekaboo. Spirits really run low. Just mine. Initially I just try thinking I am imagining stuff. When I could stand up no more without support, I know I am going down now. And I hit bed. When the chill comes, I switch the fan off. And when it goes away, I start sweating. And the worst part was, I could not move. Moving ached. Out of the blue! You know, I had not gone into the rain, no ...

For me, there is only one person who has to approve me. And that is Me.

The red of my sky, the green of my garden, brings me hope, of a new day, the new dawn. Beholden my friend, -we all are- For this another chance, for the better, perchance. The grass seemed greener, the horizon closer, But the land never met skies, even on the other side. Refrain my friend, -we all should- For this land, is our own mother's hand. Building ties, cessation of cries, in no way surpassed the insecure past. So, hold back my friend, -you too must- For you never know what will stab your back.

I have shadows everywhere, I thought they basked in my glory. But it was the sun. And I lost all the fun.

Today, I was browsing through Alcoholics Anonymous online, when I dropped into a gay support group site. Neither am I an alcoholic, nor a gay. My curiosity was aroused as I read some incidents they shared and I went from link to link reading about how life is for people who are gay and can not get support from their dear and near cos it is a taboo in our country. At least according to what today's society has decided for us. A person can follow any religion he wants, or stay an atheist. Nobody finds that 'sick'. But being gay is not something people can come out with and still be social. I mean, you cant help being a gal. You cant help being a guy. It is kinda the same, you cant help being gay I guess. You can dress up like a guy if you are a gal and like a gal if you are a guy but you ultimately remain whatever you are. Nobody finds that sick. When my friends read this, they might as well freak out wondering what is with this gal. But it is just that I feel they have t...

When was the last time I wrote about mobiles? Well, if I remember correctly, it must be when my mob 'died' the last time. I lost my appetite and sat around staring at it for a long time. And tried everything to make it come alive. And it did. 6th year running, this mobile has been one of those things -very rare I must add- that saw me through a lot. I will spare you the emo-saga. That mobile knew how to keep me engaged most of the time. Or whenever I needed to be. In these 6 years, my mob had just one technical problem [some IC had stopped working, whatever an IC is.] . And I had to run from store to store just so I could get it serviced. I would not say repaired cos there are some things that are repaired. More regal ones, serviced. This was regal. Loyal. Awesome. And then, the switching offs that it frequently staged when I was out of order. Call it coincidence if you wish. But I think it knew my heart. Like many other things I use, this one had this i-donno-what-its-c...

Green and brown grass, intermittent, alternating. I fly over them trying to make shapes out of them. Squares mostly. I fly on, to see a building. An old one. But grandeur marks its presence anywhere. A gargoyle on it, with mashed face, looks upto heaven. A bodyless hand on the mashed side. The reason for the disfigurement. I love being mad. It is my opium. I fly up. Look down. See a stair leading to a corridor. Pieces of broken glass. On the corridor's wooden floor and the stairs. I feel like walking on them. I feel it would feel good. A black cow or bull, I donno which. Across my path.Can the river submerge us? This building? I take off again. On a weird bird now. It has a crown but still looks weird and its head looks upward. Suddenly I see the building, a palace presumably, stretches all the way up. And what I saw what just a part of it. I see a horse figure. Its mouth acts like a water source. Showers water. A wicked monkey figurine beneath. Showing faces. I f...

So. I am gonna be somewhere again. Big deal for me. Studies gonna greet me again "Long time no see!". I hope all my neurons aint dead yet. Had a tough time convincing my super possessive dad. Yeah I admit there are cons for being a daddy's gal. But secretly, I love it. ;) The past days tested me. A lot. Jobless, hopeless and what not! I watched 2012 yesterday. Right after we finished, it started thundering and raining. Truth is, it frightened me a bit. :) From a gal with zero tolerance to films and great affinity to scripts, to this! Certainly an achievement. :P Thanks to a friend of mine. My realization : One day, if the world ends, and you know it, you will run to do what is most important for you. Imagine this, is the last day. And you will know what you value the most in your life. Do it. One day, who knows, the world will really end. And then, lets not die in regret.. Now to the thanking part. I got into a good insti. - LIBA, here I come!- :) A number of ...

So, here is yet another Saturday... I am sitting with a hot cup of cappuccino my sis made for me. And looking back, A very busy kinda week. Monday and Tuesday, classes. Wednesday, tour with friends. Thursday tour with family. Friday Saturday, classes again. And when I am not travelling or teaching, I am in front of the TV or comp. Or reading. Plan to go out for a treat tomorrow and the day after. Now to things I noticed this week. Famous people die. And their long lost relatives make money and fame by writing books and giving interviews. They try to disentangle the past experiences with the famous-dead so much that it makes our head spin trying to decide what a happening life they had. We even think the long lost brotherly cousin and sisterly somebody should have been famous, instead of the dead someone. No bonus points for guessing whom I just pulled the legs of. :P Tharoor is an idiot at being discreet. He is into a hell lot of controversies that I hate looking at the newspap...

I just forgave that someone. :) I am peaceful inside now. :) I like talking things out. I did it this time too. Feeling real better.

Peace with self. Actually everything else comes after it. Today, while I was praying [Atheists, please ignore this sentence. I hope one day you get a chance to read it. Agnostics, you are welcome, it is your call. Believers, please continue. :) ] I wondered what was more important than happiness. Peace. And not outside. Inside you. The world could be in chaos and if your inside is brimming with peace, nothing affects you. Your house gives you protection. What if the insides are dirty? Insides themselves are a threat? The insides eat you. And you die from the inside. When you are angry with someone, the anger dirties your mind. Kills you in a way. Takes away the life you are having otherwise. Every negative emotion does that. I forget fast. Especially these negative emotions. Unless I hate that person or thing a lot. Then it lingers. Lingers and sometimes eats me from inside. I have to work hard to forgive or forget then. Not that hating someone changes anything about them. Or forgi...

Two days. Two days into an experiment. Whether I could be a good teacher or not. Nope. I am just getting used to being the adult among kids. I have always been the kid among adults. You know, when kids look upto you in everything you do, it is a bit uncomfortable if you are acting like one. I mean, I cant scold a kid for being late if I myself am late. So, they might slowly change me. For the better. I have students from classes 5th to 9th. The class for 10th standard has not started yet. The youngest are the most active and I find myself in some of them. They notice everything from the fact that I am wearing a jeans to my chudidar top, to the purse I carry, to the way I walk.. It is like you are on scrutiny every moment. Sometimes, they bring out awkward but painful things and I would not have anything to say. Today I was telling them about the need of a job and about taking care of parents when they finally stand on their legs.. And a kid gets up and says "I cant take care...