Tuesday, March 31

Tug Of War



Am a peace loving person, though very impulsive but if given a choice I would always settle for the ‘white flag’ rather than the ‘red’ one…. but then which war am talking about? Well this is about the tug-off war between the brain n the heart which leaves ‘the body’ in the middle of a cross road.

Talking about my brainy brain first, this one is disciplined, high-profiled, matured, meticulous, studious, strict, demanding, authoritative, critical… in short its like a high-school principal who is ‘ever a terror’. This one makes me more n more nerdy n never allows me to get distracted. If not for it, I would never have dared to dream of doing a PhD…. n I know till the time, its working properly, I can finish off with PhD quite easily. Till about 3 or 4 years ago, I was ruled through-n-through by this commander n I used to be addressed as a ‘perfect computer’ by a close buddy…. well yeah…. a computer…. mechanical with no heart.

My dear darling heart… yes it existed with me without high-lighting its presence for nearly 16 years of its birth. Its not that I was a heart-less creature in childhood, but then as I said, the hearty part never was high-lighted. I never used to show that I care… even to my parents n my bro… I used to lend a helping hand behind the screens, probably was shy to be appreciated or probably my brain told me not to ‘show off’…. But whatever, this dear little part is damn naughty when comes to action, believe me! Its caring, sensitive, ever-giving, sweet, shy, delicate, selfless n immature. It makes me do a lot of things which r unethical n r never approved by my brain. But still it’s a pleasure doing such things… after all the brain is there to clean up the mess later… hee… hee….

Again stuck up in a cross-road thinking of which side to go, am trying to find my answers in this post. Brain knows the heart is leading to the wrong way, but then who is gonna explain this to the dear hearty! Ofcourse the context here is the “matter of hearts” but since I have had a lot of talking on this topic, am not yet again gonna bring it back here. Lets talk about it on a broader context now. Say for example, once me n my friend Ayushi confessed to each other that we want to go to a disc. 90% of those reading this might feel “so, whats the big deal?”… yeah its no big deal, but for us this is probably the biggest deal ever. We would need to deal our parents belief on us for a few moments of fun… doesn’t it sound a big deal now? But this was the brain’s version, the heart says “Oh! Common… don’t give me that shit! They might never know…..”

Once in a healthy discussion on a very “Hush! Hush! Topic” with Neha, she said according to her an act is wrong if it harms others… else its not wrong. I felt very happy, felt like all my problems r sorted off… but then what about those things which shows their side-effect very late. Say for example, my going to a disc probably wont harm anyone, n if I act smart, my parents will probably never know… but what about the guilt hanging on in my mind with me forever? Wont that make me more impulsive n then I might pour the anger on someone n end up souring out my relationship…. wont that be counted as harming someone?

I don’t say brain is always right… as far as mine is concern, if I let my decisions to it, then I wont move out of my study room at-all. I wouldn’t have had friends…. no social life … n there might be nothing left for me to cherish n smile about. But then one very good thing about my brain is that, even if varied thoughts keep flashing in it @ 15000 per second, still when I sit to study surrendering myself to this one single organ, it makes sure that I do only that n that too with full concentration. Am always glad n very proud of this that whatever tensions n disappointments may come, with my brain full on, I can always concentrate on my studies.

Like Shibu says, I can talk on n on with relevance forgotten, but still I would like to put up an incident which happened today with the hope that somehow I will relate it to the topic. I boarded a damn crowded bus while coming back home from college, where I somehow pushed my way to a seat where two ‘uncles’ were sitting. I requested the one nearer to me to please hold my bag for me… my bag… well my school bags were much lighter n today it was “fully loaded” with books. But it was sweet of that uncle to agree to my request without a fuss. There my ‘luggage’ landed on his lap. After say about 5 min, the world famous ‘airtel ringtone’ was heard. This uncle of mine, with great efforts moved my bag an inch to take out his mobile n U know what? It wasn’t his which was ringing… my heart shouted “Poppatt” (a phrase we use in college to address ppl stuck in such embarrassing situations) Before I could giggle n share the joke with Ayu in full blown volume, my stupid stupid brain reminded me of my junior lessons “Never make fun of people”!!! err!! My brain deprived me of a hilarious moment….

I guess its high time I start winding up n get to a conclusion. But since I wrote this in 9 installments coz of lack of time, let me overview the whole thing quickly before drawing any conclusions. Well I understood that both my brain n heart together describe what ‘I am’ as a person n they both have their own sweet place in my life. There doesn’t exist a question of which one is important as they both are, in their respective places. But then, my question is still unanswered. What to do in a situation, where the brainy n the hearty part give damn contradictory solutions? As far as I understood, I wil say it is safe to go in the brainy route coz its sure gonna be harmless… to others… n in a long run, to oneself too. Though am not very sure of what am saying, an hurt heart will not be a good deal either, but then if I have to chose one, then I still feel ‘its safe’ to follow the brain.

Saturday, March 21

25 Things abt me......


Tagged yet again! This time by sorcerer “http://evilsfury.blogspot.com"


Well the tag asks me to write 25 things about myself… with my level best to justify the tag, here I begin


# 1 .The Introduction - 10 days after my birth on 27th August 1988, I was named Sukanya (A Sanskrit word, meaning Good girl) on my naming ceremony by my mother coz my dad needed more days to come up with a good name… that name was the result of a temporary agreement btw my parents… n once my dad settled with my name, the earlier one was rejected. Lolzz… that name doesn’t get used by me, except during my visits to temple.


# 2.Childhood dream – Till in School, I wanted to be a veterinary doctor. But when I reached 12th n was preparing to give the entrance exam, my dad rejected my decision. I didn’t give up so easily, there used to be daily dramas those days but then I finally gave up. Didn’t seem to have had a choice. But what has happened has happened… whats the use in scratching the healed wound again.


# 3.A person I can’t live without - My brother! The one and only person in the world whom I hate like hell n love like hell! I can’t imagine a day without him… a dear darling who fights with me when I want him to, who pampers me when I want him to n who loves me more than he loves himself! Love u bro!


# 4.My Holiday destinations – I have traveled intensively through out the country in the 20 years of my being on planet earth. Excluding the union-territories, there are a few states that I have never been to n they r JK, Himachal, MP, Orissa, Bihar n West Bengal … other than these I have been to all the places in India… whats the use of my dad working in Railways if not even that… hee.. hee…


# 5.Furture Planning – well… as far as I have planned, I will finish off with my Master’s degree by next year n will be appearing for ‘NET’ exam which will qualify me for PHD degree. Once I crack that, I can start off with my PHD n after working for 1 or 2 yrs forming the base of my thesis, I can then start working as a lecturer n do PHD as a part-time which will enable me to get the Doctorate degree by 2016 at max! Once that’s done… life will be so easy… I might start off a dance n music school at the later phase of my life… if I get hand on a ‘richy rich’ n he agrees to sponsor me :D


# 6.Happiest moment – As of now… hmm… hmmm…. Yeah ought to be last year’s Rakhi, when my brother gifted me a Gold ring that he bought from his salary… it brought tears to my eyes n since that day till today, I never took it off from my finger :)


# 7,Embarrassing momentOkk… this one happened in my college fest in 2006. I was the VP of my dept fest… on the D-Day, everything was well prepared… I reached college very early that day to monitor each n everything myself. As far as my eyes went, things were perfect. The function was to begin with our short n sweet princi’s speech n he was to invite the chief-guest for the ‘lamp lighting’ ceremony. It so happened that when he called out for that, with our dept President behind him with the lighted candle… our princi yelled out seeing the lamp’s wick a used one. Err!!! That moment was like err!!!! We had brought 2 packets of new wicks that day but forgot to change that with the old once. That was surely not the way I had wanted the fest to begin. It was damn embarrassing with all the department’s HOD n other teachers present in the hall… n later on when proff’s came advising us to take care not to repeat such mistakes again, it was still more embarrassing.


# 8.My Biggest Achievement – The transition from school to college, wasn’t easy for me. I still don’t know where I went wrong but I scored very badly in my 1st year. I had got 74% while most of the class was in the 80’s range. Thought I was disappointed with my performance, I didn’t lose heart thanks to the encouragement I got from my family n friends. After putting a hell lot of efforts in 2nd yr… seriously, I worked damn hard, I scored 85% in 2nd yr… 11% improvement is sure a BIG DEAL. But still I hadn’t reached 80% as agg… so I worked harder n ended up scoring 90% in my 3rd yr..!! 74 to 90… isn’t it a big achievement???


# 9.Best time of the day – Evening 5-6… when I go for a walk in Lodhi Gardens… no I don’t run or walk to burn my fabs… rather I walk slower than I normally do coz I go to the gardens to spend some time with myself. It feels like heavens… walking slowly on the wet grass bare foot with my ear-phone playing my favorite tracks in my ears… ! This is not the usual of new-year resolutions, which starts off well but ends in its first week of formation. Rather it didn’t start off at all in the first month but it’s a routine now :)


# 10.My idea of a perfect Sunday – No early morning alarm… whenever I get up, a hot cup of coffee with newspaper… then maybe a face-pack, manicure, pedicure session… if winters then a really hoooooot water bath n if summers, damnnn cold water baths… cucumber n cheese sandwich with another cup of coffee… then perhaps 3-4 hours online chatting leisurely with my friends… maybe chole bature or similar stuff for lunch… a good n peaceful afternoon nap… a gol-gappa session with my family in a chat-stall… a good evening walk… back home, ludo match… n then winding up with Manchurian n chowmine, made by me…. !!! Gosh!! Wat a perfect idea!


# 11.My kindda music – Soft… melodious n meaningful. I love Kishore Kumar’s n Rahman’s composition… all time fav being ‘Bombay Theme’… I adore the Pakistani Band ‘Fuzon’.


# 12.My friendlistAm proud to say that I have people who will stand by me whenever I call them. Right from a bunch of my school friends to college mates to Net-friends… Probably the one good thing I have learnt well from life is how to make friends.


# 13.A proud moment – Without a second thought, it was when I was appointed the ‘Head Girl’ of the school… it was a moment! I was on cloud 9 that day!!!


# 14.My favorite picture … this one I have in my mobile as background n screen saver.





# 15.My present ring-tone – For my family its d tamil version of “Dil hai chota sa”,Roja; For a few college friends its “Dhoom 2-title track”; in general its “Marjawa”,Fasion; N for a few others its “Jane tu mera kya hai”,Jane tu ya jane na.


# 16.My fav book – As of now there isn’t any, but there was a time when I used to go crazy over Nancy Drew… I had made a separate shelf for that book in my library… have read the complete series.


# 17.Weirdest thing I have done – I will say it will be my participation in the Miss. Fresher’s contest in M.Sc. first year… I was shocked to find myself doing a ramp walk in front of 500 people!


# 18.My inspiration – Mom! Anytime! I wish I can be like her one day… she is dynamic!


# 19.A thing to share – I fast every Thursday… started off as fun following a proverb ‘Fast for Rich, Feast for Poor’… I tht I come under the Rich category in that context. Very soon it became a routine n now it doesn’t seem to be any Big Deal!


# 20.Best Passtimes – These days… Blogging!


# 21.One regret – I have missed out lot of fun element in my life so far coz basically am a serious person. Am trying to take things lightly so that I don’t go on missing further…


# 22.Secret Desire – Hush! Hush!! It’s a secret… I wanna grow up with Jet-Speed… so that am not treated as a kid by anyone!


# 23.Most cherished moment of my life – My Didi’s marriage… I enjoyed it like she herself wouldn’t have… I got 5 dresses for myself for that occasion n I was there everywhere during the function.


# 24.My fav post on my blog… ‘thanksgiving’ least expected myself to write that!


# 25.Hurreeey!! I reached the end. A bad habit - I never listen to anyone… in the sense that I hear everyone but never listens!!! I do just what I have decided and anybody asking me not to do that always gets disappointed. Let that be my parents… teachers… or friends!


With that I have come to an end of this lovely journey! It took a hell lot of time, Believe me! But I guess its worth it… so now I need to tag a few ppl…


Neha – there u go girl! Try putting up things which I don’t know. Would be fun reading…. http://idontlykblogging.blogspot.com


Karthick – He posted a pending tag recently much similar to this… do get a sneak-peak, he has written abt me too ... hee... hee... http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com


I guess all others r already tagged, so no point tagging them again….


Anybody interested can take it up… just put up ur link in the comments so that I can peep in :)

Sunday, March 15

ThE OtheR GendeR !


Ahem.. ahem… certainly not a very fascinating topic to talk on, but yeah worth blogging about!

From the boy-girl fights in primary… to competitions in middle school… to hating each other in high school till finally befriending them in senior secondary, the journey was damn exciting and full of ups n downs… but the worst part of the whole experience is that it came to an end abruptly. It would have been lovely if the last phase could have lasted for long… but then the ‘farewell day’ of the school came n before I could realize anything, things came to an end! Let me take u down the memory lane… to peep into some of the precious pages of my diary….. ;)


There wasn’t a single day in my 5th grade when I (Preeti supporting me) and Arun (with Sreenath’s support) did not fight… Believe me, we used to fight like cats n dogs.. rather cats n dogs will fight more humanly than we used to do! One of the reason we used to fight for was coz we shared the same favorite song those days.. dil deewana, Pardes.. imagine we used to fight calling each other as copy-cat. I remember once me and my friends decided to name all the boys in the class. None of them were nameless.. so as to mention.. but we kinda wanted to show our innovations. We wrote down their new names in front of their old names on a paper n tried memorizing it. As a return gift, when the boys did the same… being girls, we all started crying n shouting n at-last our Hindi teacher got us sorted out by asking us to write the huge chapter of ‘tennali raman’ 10 times!!!! I am just wondering, who won? Hee… hee.. :)


When we girls had hurted their ego’s enough by always getting the top ranks, there came a challenge to me… but then we both ended up sharing the first place… n with that, the challenger gave up. Right after finishing off with the primary classes, this war of who is superior started, in all the possible spheres… right from quiz competitions… to recitation competitions… to debates to what not!! There wasn’t a consistent winner although, but the ups n downs kept the spirit up. Any one girl’s victory was as if the whole community has won and ofcourse a boy’s victory used to be hyped up… like all rare occasions ;)


By the time we reached 9th class, things had completely changed. They were not so interested in such silly competitions or fights… their ‘interests’ were changing… n it was becoming impossible for us to keep in-pace with them. There wasn’t a single girl in the class who was comfortable with ‘the other gender’ that time. These boys were really growing up n on-course were becoming pretty indecent. Am kindda searching for a comparatively decent incident to put in here… u c considering my reputation, I don’t think it will be wise to high-light a lot of incidents…


I had this habit of putting up a proverb on the black board every morning. It was such an usual day when I choose to write the proverb ‘face is the index of mind’… unfortunate decision… but I wrote that. It was then when Pramod read it n asked me to “replace ‘a’ by ‘u’ n ‘e’ by ‘k’”. The duffer as I was, asked him to explain me the meaning. There came Ashok for my rescue… most probably as a gratitude for my tying him rakhi since 6th class… he asked me not to listen to Pramod n to write whatever I want to. But like a stubborn, I was stuck to know the meaning, proving the proverb “ignorance is divine” wrong!!! When I was clear that they r not gonna explain, I went straight to my English teacher to know the meaning… incidentally she was my class teacher. Her reaction n expression would have made a pic… if only I had a camera with me… she said “Shruti, it’s a bad word!” n I turned pale… I seriously didn’t had a hint that it could be a ‘bad-word’. Poor Pramod, my class teacher sent a word to his parents… coz of my dufferness…!!!


Another one… our English teacher once asked us to dramatize a chapter in our text. Since there wasn’t much ‘friendship’ between boys n girls in the class, the boys of my class decided to perform one first. They decided on the chapter “Woman in platform no.6” .. something like that… In the script, the lady was wearing a white sari. Pramod was characterized as that lady n he got his father’s dhoti to put on as a sari… there was a scene in the text where this lady lends money to someone… when that scene came in the play, Pramod slipped his hands inside the sari under the left shoulder to take out his purse… n there went a LOUD “hoooooooooooooo” from the girls side n my teacher just dropped her face down. Krishna was quick to say “shirt ka pocket vaheen hai”… err!!! Whatever!! Disgusting!!! A later though made us thank god that he didn’t keep his purse in his pant pocket n put his hands under the saree to get the money!!


This was nothing, there used to be some incident or other every second day… n these things spread like forest fire!! Every girl had something or the other to narrate n these boys seemed so insensitive those days!! There was a time when I insisted my parents to change my school coz I though I simply cant pull on with this class… but then the situation was not better in any other school… I know coz of the same discussions in tuitions n as a shock I came to know that girl’s schools weren’t any better… it was then when I thought maybe it wasn’t the gender, but the age…! I remember once when it was really “TOO” much for us to tolerate, one day Rajini stood up in the class and in-front of everyone complained to her class teacher. Kudos to her courage!!! We all congratulated her for her act. That was indeed brave! Poor boys… maybe for the first time, they felt sorry.


Thanks to the out-station trip we went to in 11th class, the class united as one. These boys behaved very responsibly n the gender barrier was reducing… I took more time as compared to my other friends. I took one more year to actually befriend them n Ajay was most probably the first boy with whom I spend a lot of time… during nainetal trip… without getting irritated! Trip reminded me of a hilarious incident… we were just roaming about in the Mt.Abu markets when most of us got tired n headed for our bus. Suddenly from somewhere Krishna came shouting “uda liya… uda liya…” proudly showing off the keychain he had invisibleised (stolen)… as if its his oscar lady… hee hee… when from suddenly nowhere came this hefty uncle to catch hold of his ears… lol…. Poor thing he had to go n return it n even say sorry!!! Lol… we were all rolling down in the bus not able to control the laughter…!!!


The last year in school was seriously amazing with all of us understanding what the word “class” means… we all started asking for free periods together… each birthday was a celebration… the other gender wasn’t a foe but was a friend! Proverbs written on the black board were still changing say for example “united we stand, divided we fall” changed to “united we pass, divided we fail, dono nahi toh compartment” hee.. hee… no wonder farewell was with such a heavy heart!! If they were the same as they were in 9th class, farewell would have been a celebration, but all of us felt bad during the farewell n wished we had spend more time with each other!!


Almost all of those up there in the picture will most probably start working by the year end…. Its gonna be a fancy watching these “Cool Dudes” working as professionals… n if I let my imaginative horses fly, it will be fancier to see them parenting a little angel ;)


Good Luck Guys!!!!

Wednesday, March 11

HoLi DhAmAkkkA!!!


Certainly not one of my favorite festival, but yeah I love Holi. Not coz am a colourful person by nature, but coz this particular festival brings in lots of friends into the kitty.









The above picture was taken on Holi ofcourse, but this was my ‘Best Holi’. U can say that that was the perfect age to play holi…! I don’t really remember how we used to play when we were in kinder garden but yeah I do remember my school days holis. Me and my brother used to get up damn early to get ready… my mother used to shuffle the whole cupboard to get the oldest pairs of jeans n tees for us to play holi in n my dad used to be busy since early morning, checking the pichkari’s.. Oiling it n filling up the water balloons with ‘pakka colours’. My dad is crazy for Holi n he used to get colours n balloons worth more than 500 bucks for us… the best once always!


After the early preparations, we used to keep on peeping outside restlessly to see if our friends have come or not. Like a tradition on every holi we used to fight with mom that we will have breakfast after playing and each time she used to win over n we had to finish off the breakfast before stepping out of the home.. n like a tradition, the breakfast used to be puri chole… n gujiya ofcourse! After my mother’s victory on us, she used to attack dad with the same dialogs n threats n at-last like us, he too used to surrender n have his breakfast.. lolzz.. that is holi for my mom.. that’s it!


After we finished off with my mom’s style holi, we used to run out to play with our friends.. those days.. i.e. till I was in 8th class, me n bro used to have common friends. The pic is of my 8th class holi. My dad used to leave to play with his friends. We used to make small small gangs and its always some didi who will be guiding us what to do next… we used to attack each other with balloons n pichkari’s n stuff n there used to be lots of splashing n splashing n colouring.. we used to throw balloons at the passer by n what not!!! Whenever we feel tired, we used to sing or dance or just chit-chat.. but whatever, time always flew n before we realize, it would have been 2. we have this custom in our ground that everyone (elders) used to get some goodies from their house n used to sit in the ground in a circle n everyone will share the food. We children used to play in a corner n in regular intervals, each one of us used to go to get something to eat for all of us. There used to be lot of gujiyas, gulab jamun, chips, mung dal pakoda, roasted groundnut, petha, biscuits, barfi, namkeens, etc. etc. n ofcourse there used to be shikanji n bhang too… lolzz I never tried those things.


When I was in 9th, I kinda started shying off with this gang.. I mean I felt it quite childish to play with these kids n moreover playing with boys wasn’t so comfortable for me so I kindda started reducing the amount with the excuse of studies. I used to play with Kritika, my age group n we both started cutting off a little bit from the gang. I remember clearly, we both never used to talk the whole of the year but when holi wil be nearing, we used to behave like best of friends.. two inseparable soles.. for a stupid reason that we need a company to play holi. Gosh!! My mother used to make so much fun of that!!!


But this holi is different… yesterday my brother fell down while playing cricket and he injured his right hand. We took it lightly yesterday but today when he woke up, it was badly swollen.. so my mom dad have taken him to the hospital. Poor thing, all his friends are playing outside and am feeling very sorry for him. Till yesterday he was so excited.. we went shopping for gulal n he even got this new spray of some fume in pink colour…!! My block auntis n uncles n my friend ayushi n kritika have already coloured me.. but poor my brother…!! nyways no worries.. I guess he can use the same colours next year n am sure he will compensate for the loss next year.


Happy Holi to all of U :)

Sunday, March 8

To my mom...



I was 17 when my mom insisted on my learning to drive car. I joined the motor driving school and by the time I turned 18, I was good enough to get the license. Though my dad never supported this idea openly, I always though he was glad I can drive. When I was learning, he never accompanied me. It was always my mother who used to come early from office to make sure that I practice every day. I never knew why she was so keen on my driving but I kindda for the first time today, felt proud of the fact that I can drive.


It so happened that today morning before leaving for college, I told my mom that I want to go to Malai Mandir (a south Indian temple, some 30 minutes drive from my home). She said she will come home early n same instructions were issued to my dad too. I reached home by 4:30 n mom dropped in after 30 minutes n set to prepare the dinner. Since it was Thursday and I was on a fast, mom hurried with the dinner so that I don’t need to starve for long. Dad came in at 6 n by that time mom had prepared the dinner. Mom asked us to get ready but my brother wasn’t in the mood to leave home so he said he will stay back. It was then when my dad said that he will take me with him in the scooter n mom needn’t come. I felt bad! Not that my mom is despo to roam about but I felt like she was in for the ride. Even yesterday when my brother wanted to go shopping for his birthday jeans, my mom had planned that we will have dinner outside but dad took my brother in the scooter saying that there will be lot of parking problem if we take the car.


I don’t know if dad doesn’t understand or he doesn’t think like that. Today when dad said we will go by scooter, I got very angry. I asked my mom to get into the car. She did n I drove her out of the colony. When we came out of our colony, I stopped by the side


Mom – “u sure u can drive?”

Me – “yeah.. I guess”

Mom – “its 7 o’clk, u know the way right?”

Me – “we’ll manage mom. We have to!”


It was the first time I was driving at night time. Its not that we were going to some foreign land, but u c we had gone only with dad always. Sitting in the back side is easier than handling the steering wheel…!! But I didn’t wanted to show to my mom that I was nervous, coz that would have made her lose her nerves. It was the question of mine and my mother’s ego now… more than ego, prestige. I didn’t want to let her down in front of dad. I wanted to fight for her.


After reaching half way, I stopped n ask my mom to touch one finger out of the two I offered. When she asked me what are they for, I said “Left or Right”???!!!! u can guess she wasn’t happy with the question, but to my greatest relief, we somehow reached the temple safe and sound.


Coming back was lot more easier. But a very strange incident happened. While I was stopped by the red light in the traffic signal, a small little boy (if he goes to school, probably he will be in 1st class) who was selling roses, came to my side window (open that time) and dropped one rose inside the car. Immediately he went to my car bonnet and kinda laid down on the bonnet. It took me some time to understand what was happening. In the midst of all this my mom said “probably the first guy who gave u a red rose”.. “ha ha ha that wasn’t funny mom!!!”. My mother never misses one single chance of my leg pulling. But that wasn’t my concern that time. I was trying to understand what this boy was doing. I switched off the car, took away the keys, crossed my arms and stared at the boy. My mom offered to get down and get him away but I asked her not to step out of the car. When the signal went green, there as this echo of “peeps” but the boy didn’t move nor did I. This was kinda a new strategy to get money out of ppl I guess, obviously no one wants to be highlighted and they will throw money at the boy and then he will leave. I didn’t wanted to do that. I waited and after 10 min he left n so did I.


On the way back me and mom had a good discussion on the need for women to step out of the so called ‘lakshman rekha’ drawn for her… we felt sorry for those women who had to sacrifice their small small happiness just coz their husbands/fathers/brothers were not interested in accompanying them. My mom was in a very rebellious mood n so was I. She advised me never ever to depend on anybody in life. According to her, these small small pains n restrictions made women to rebel severely n all the anger which was buried deeply all these years erupted violently. We silently thanked the revolutionaries who fought for women rights.


Back home when I was parking the car, I saw dad peeping out of the window. Obviously he was very nervous and poor him, he didn’t even had the guts to call n enquire if we reached temple safely. I felt sorry for dad. Like all typical ‘good girls’ I too always support my dad whenever there occurs an argument btw my parents coz my mother is such a strong candidate n is always right so she doesn’t really need a support. But this time I went against dad, much to his disappointment. Sorry dad, I was really cross with u that time. When I got into home, dad was smiling. He understood. Mom rushed back to kitchen asked me to have dinner before sitting to blog. Bingo mom! That’s exactly what am planning :)


I wrote it down 3 days back but am posting it today coz today being International Women’s day, I felt it will be an apt article for that. Happy Woman’s Day!

Friday, March 6

Better << UNTITLED >>



Heart skips a beat

each time mobile buzzes

Not to show the disappointment

commanding brain urges


Eyes running here and there

for just a single glance

Coincidence or planned

just awaiting one chance


Spreading empty smiles all around

with lips shrinking each time

Undergoing some terrible punishment

without doing any damn crime


Heavy heart wanna discuss

to get valuable advices

Brain inhibits and makes a fuss

asking to be alone in crisis


Listening to good old songs

Pouring heavily on blogs

Nothing has helped so far

to forgo the loss….


Writing poem while in class

What has happened to me?

Who could ever win the war

against the destiny!


Is that all life’s about

crying over gone by days

Isn’t it time to start again

with the same attitude and grace


Time is the best healer

as they say

Hope it works for me

that’s all I pray :)

Tuesday, March 3

NO Kidding!!!!!!


Another post dedicated to my Darling Didi (first being ‘Magic Show – July 2006).


Way back some three years ago was the marriage of my cousin Bhaiya in Delhi with my Gujrati Bhabhi… details will make way for another post so I will chuck it for the moment. It was for this marriage that my Didi was flying from US with her baby who was 7 month old that time. For long my friends knew her as the ‘Didi with the Baby’ till once Shibu asked me, “doesn’t the baby have a name?” I said “Yeah! Rishi…”!


U c am kindda allergic to babies.. they irritate me. The thing which comes to my mind on seeing them will be ‘yucks’!! When I got to know about my Didi’s coming back, I was thrilled n wanted to be the first one to see her. She was coming to India first time after marriage. But to my dismay, she was landing on Mumbai (her in-laws r there). My mother explained to me that priorities change after marriage.. “Ya! Sure!!”. She came to Delhi one month after her coming to India. Though I was very angry, I still went to receive her in the airport n there I saw her in XXL size with this baby in her hand… I felt… is this really my Didi??!!!


Through out the way from airport to home, she was constantly pampering that fellow n didn’t even talk to me properly. Back home, she nicely put her baby on my bed (without my permission) n was busy taking care of it. I was waiting for her to unpack n give me my chocolates n to the height of my disappointment, she didn’t get any! She said she exceeded the allowed weight n had to pay extra for the luggage. Moreover, she had to carry so many baby products that there was seriously no space. “My chocolates replaced by this fellow’s diapers?!!! How on earth am I supposed to react to this?????!!!!”


There started a cold war between me this nephew of mine. I never touched him or played with him… never felt like. In college, my friends were pretty surprised with my behavior but they knew am not fond of these little fellows. Back home it was my grandmother who was seriously afraid n kept asking my mother “eval yeen ipdi panara?” (why is she doing like this). My mother knew am always like this. It was not a personal enmity with that baby, this is what I do to all babies. Even before this baby was guilty of my chocolates being replaced by his diapers or snatching away my nick name ‘chotu’ from me, I didn’t like him.


It so happened on the day of my cousin’s marriage that my Didi was seriously busy. U c in Tamil Iyer Marriages, the groom’s sister got a very important role. Its not the groom, but the groom’s sister who ties the tali (mangalsutra). Even otherwise my Didi was very busy throughout the ceremony with one thing or the other n the baby was flipping in different hands…! I was standing there in the temple day-dreaming, when my Didi came hurriedly with her baby in one hand n a huge plate in another. She called me n said “hold him”! She said it so sternly, that I was taken aback n before I realized, her baby landed on my hands. She left immediately n I shouted from back “what am I supposed to do with this creature?”. I bet if she had even 1 second, she would have slapped me for that! But she left me alone with this creature n went away.


I didn’t knew how to hold a baby so I sat down n made him sit on my lap. There was no one around n this baby was lost in his own world. Fortunately he didn’t cry n I was thinking “y is he not crying? After all he is with a stranger!” but I guess that was the effect of the good old proverb ‘blood is thicker than water’. When I was sure no one is seeing, I started exploring this baby. I peeped into his small ears to see if it is was like mine n yeah it was.. rather his was more cute! His nose was really small n his toes were like small little dots!! He was so soft that I was glad my didi carried the ‘baby cream for him :) ’ I measured him with my hands n he was just as long as my hands were… I was wondering how he will reach my height???


I slowly got up n tried holding him in different positions n settled with the position we were most comfortable with. Then I started walking slowly. He was feeling sleepy n yawned. I tried patting his back (seen in movies). He slowly put his arms around my neck n before I realized, he closed his eyes peacefully. I was really touched. It was like we are friends now! I softly sang my fav song “raravenu” (carnatic song) while patting his back lightly n walking slowly… n he slept. I smiled to c him sleeping in my arms. It was then when my Didi came back n she didn’t show her surprise. She smiled n said “so u both r friends now?”. I said “I guess so… can u click us?”. She rushed back to get her camera (before I change my mind), in the mean time I woke up the little lad so that I can set his hair for the ‘perfect Kodak moment’.




I don’t know how will Rishi react when he reads this post… he he.. am sure he wont be very happy to know how his ‘Maasi’ treated him… but I guess he will understand. Rishi will turn 4 this year n my Didi is expecting her second baby in Aug-Sep. and guess what? Another of my cousin Bhaiya is grooming up for getting married. But this time when my Didi comes to attend the wedding with her second child, am sure I will be more comfortable ;)

Sunday, March 1

THE Tag of 50


I stopped by this post of ‘TAG of 50’ in a blog that I follow and found it nice. The author then tagged me and so here it goes…


1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

Gotta ask Dad, he was the one who named me :)


2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
Yesterday night!! No reasons there, just felt like crying..


3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
YES!! I think my handwriting is very cute.. small n neat


4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
Am a full time vegetarian!


5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Nope


6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
Sure! I would have felt blessed to have a friend like me ;)


7. DO YOU USE SARCASM?

At-times, when am in a mood for that.


8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?
I was to get it operated when I was small, but then the prob got sorted so I didn’t undergo the operation. So I still have it there.


9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?
Y not?


10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL
Wheat anytime!


11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
Never.


12. IF YOU WERE TO PICK YOU OWN FIRST NAME, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

I don’t see any prob with mine. Its short n sweet. I guess I would have chosen the same.


13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
Butterscotch n chocolate… a combo would rock!


14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

Their Zodiac..!! Physically talking, their height.


15. RED OR PINK?
Neither


16. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF

I cry a lot!!


17. WHOM DO YOU MISS THE MOST?
uh… uh… Do I really need to answer that?


18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO COMPLETE THIS LIST?

Sure!! Its fun :)


19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?
Grey tracks n black slippers.


21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?

”tere bina jiya nahi jaye” (fuzon) in my music player.


22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?

GREEN!!! Any doubts?


23. FAVORITE SMELLS?

I love d smell of Jasmin


24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Lemme see… My brother. He was in market n wanted to know if I want to have chips.


25. HOW DO YOU KNOW THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU
It was Iya, I follow her blog. She writes well.


26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?
Volleyball.


27. HAIR COLOR?
Black. I wish mom allows me to colour them.


28. EYE COLOR?
Black


29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?

No. I prefer my specks which I wear only to college.


30. FAVORITE FOODS?

I love Chinese!!


31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
I don’t watch horror. So have to settle for the other.


32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
Delhi 6. On my cable tv. Saw only the after interval part.


33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?

White t-shirt. My Sunday special :)


34. SUMMER OR WINTER

Summer anytime!! I hate winters, gotta wear so much of cloths.. lol..!!


35. HUGS OR KISSES

Hugs.


36. DESCRIBE YOUR PENCIL CUP

wait, I wil go n get it n then describe. Its red n black in colour with the pic of ‘statue of liberty’ on it. I just noticed, most of the pen in that r running short of ink!!


38. FAVORITE ARTIST(s)?

I don’t think I have any favorites there other than Rehman!


39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?

Its been long since I read any book other than my dear Physics books!!


40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
I don’t have a mouse pad!! I had one, it got tore off n I didn’t get a new one as yet. Lazy me!!


41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT?

I saw TV last night, I guess I finished off with a tamil movie.


42. FAVORITE SOUND(S).
sound? I used to love my cycle’s bell’s ring.. !!


43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?

Heard neither!


44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?
k.m wise its Kanya kumari… but I took my home along with me when I went.. lol.. I mean I went with my family. But alone I have gone twice to Mt. Abu n once to Nainetal.


45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?

all the talents I have are special for me :) u c am a talented girl!!!


46. WHERE WERE U BORN?
In Delhi. My mother's family is totally in Delhi.


47. FAVORITE PIECE OF JEWELRY?
Anklets. I don’t have a collection, but I will make a huge collection once I start earning.


48. HOW DID YOU MEET YOUR SPOUSE/SIGNIFICANT OTHER?
Haven’t met yet.


49. FAVORITE SONG?
That’s a huge list. But current fav is ‘Masakali’.


50.Favorite Musical?

I find ‘veena’ damn melodious.



That is the end of the questionnaire. Now I want all the readers to copy paste it onto ur blog n answer for urself. I would love to know more about u. I tag u…