PUNCTUATED

Para Bhaasha Chitralu

2011-09-12T11:06:00.007+06:00

13 (Tzameti) - Brilliant screenplay. Crazy concept, though.

Amelie Poulain - Picture perfect frames. Subtle idea exploited in a nice way.

Trois Couleurs - Liked Rouge the best. Irene Jacob is a serene beauty.

Tale of 2 sisters - Sorry. Not too sure if I have interpreted the climax the right way.Never bothered to discuss it with anyone for the fear of being ridiculed. :P

REC 1 & 2 - Looking for an absolute thriller/horror ? Well, this one is for you!

Eskiya - A glimpse of life in Istanbul a decade and a half ago. Liked the simplicity of the movie.

Presenting our Cutie pie!

2011-08-05T09:07:00.004+06:00

Do you see what I see? :D

Bro turned father back in Dec. And that's my lovely niece!! At the risk of sounding a silly aunt...Yeyyy!!She is also a Sagittarian!!

Come home honey!Lets drive Nanamma crazy!! :D

I

2011-05-12T20:44:00.000+06:00

meant something less mournful.

But it rained..

2011-02-07T13:21:00.002+06:00

Well does life get any better
more yesterday than today
How I thought the sun would shine tommorow
But it rained...

P.S: Violin at 3:30..wonderful!!

Ek se

2011-02-05T02:20:00.002+06:00

badkar ek..have fun!!

Do

2011-02-04T21:14:00.001+06:00

you like this happening?

Worried if this would stop my kids from reading it. Honestly. :(

Chronicles from Lone-lands

2011-01-20T03:40:00.008+06:00

Full moon and shine
Winter trees, dry and vain
Symbols of hope, despair and pain
Its a cold night again
Stillness in every vein
All I hear in the head is..
'Refrain!'
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Tired
of
words
lines
&
thoughts that cant be put into words.

Emptying the

2011-01-15T22:37:00.002+06:00

emptiness.

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WT...????I am truly, madly and deeply a Sagittarian.To hell with Ophiuchus.
:)

Reality

2011-01-11T13:19:00.002+06:00

check.

Have been looking at pics of newly weds(even friends of friends of friends!) a lot on FB these days.

Confusing quarter life!!

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Learnt from a few North Indian friends that 'ayyoo!!' is 'cute'!! Funny.

Kites

2011-01-07T19:47:00.006+06:00

we all are
Of different shapes
And colours
Swaying and struggling

Its not the wind
Its not the size

Its the loved ones
We are tethered to
We dance to
We fly to

Those hands that make all the difference

In the name of love,
Amen.

Dots

2011-01-05T00:16:00.004+06:00

of no-connection.
Weird, it looks to me.
Is it too bad when one doesnt feel connected?
Not to one or two people in one's life...
but to a bunch of them??
All at a time?
Is it cruel if the bunch includes members of family?
Worser if that does not bother no matter how hard one tries?

:(

Defective piece.

2010-11-12T13:44:00.002+06:00

Not too gross a description for someone who had 4 tooth extractions.

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An all time favourite. This is.Thoroughly in love with the way their relation has been portrayed.A must watch for this generation couples who have no dearth of reasons to break up!!And for those wannabe couples to appreciate the meaning of a relationship.And for all the women/girls out there who think their men/guys are the solutions to every problem.

Gal talk: In love with Bhanumati Ramakrishna's jewellery in the movie!! It made me realise that fashion is walking back into the past with the so-called 'antique' jewellery! :)

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'Orange'is, probably, the best Telugu music album released in 2010.

Fired

2010-10-04T02:23:00.005+06:00

up neurons...blurred vision...messed up table and bed.

It totally freaks me out to think of tomorrow's exam which is gonna span from 9:30am to 5 pm with lunch being provided into the exam hall (sandwiches, sources said). Have never met a prof before who gives this long a time only because he doesnt want people to account their poor performance to lack of time.

I want to vanish.

In

2010-09-28T13:22:00.001+06:00

need of white noise.

No

2010-09-12T15:54:00.002+06:00

Nadal-Federer final.
:(

Time

2010-09-08T06:40:00.000+06:00

hangover.

It

2010-09-03T03:41:00.002+06:00

is amazing to have ur bed by the window and have the luxury to enjoy the rain and the wind.
What is equally frustrating is to be sitting by the window pricing options and meddling with the spreadsheets and course material, preparing for an exam that I am bound to flunk.

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So..just shut the books and started wondering...
Which one do I love more?
FH or AS?
:)

Terribly

2010-09-01T21:50:00.002+06:00

long since I wrote anything. Here or elsewhere.

All I hear is noise.
Of
Impatient blowing of hundreds of horns
Restless sliding of layers of dreams
And
Nervous collisions of tons of thoughts

An endless circular staircase
And I drive down and down
On two wheels
The one behind half forgotten

Down in the deep
It is still noisy
Thats why they say
It is all in the head.

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I still havent really understood what I have written.
Just trying to go by the belief: Write. No matter what.

Matheran

2010-06-10T12:44:00.009+06:00

The night trek that started at 2:30am and seemed like it would never end was an experience of satisfying the crazy souls in us. I can call it the most unplanned unorganised trip ever. All thanks to Krishna and Sourabh, who, by the way, love to rush and hurry others in the last minute. So...this unannounced trip left me and priyanka with no choice but to go on with worst possible chappal you can afford on a trek! We realised that this was better than having to go on without carrying a water bottle or even an empty bottle along. There, stopped the whining.

We have hardly had any company at that hour. While Pri and I were scared to death looking at the valley, the darkness and the weirdly shaped trees on the hills, Sandy wouldnt give up on narrating all ghost stories and legends. It turned out to be good that we werent carrying water as he had to stop after a point. The ghat road uphill was about 9 kms. After 3.5 kms, all of us got really thirsty and we werent willing to move one more inch without water. We woke up someone at a small cafe and requested,but of no use. He just ignored us and went back to sleep. We walked for another half a kilometer in hope of an imaginary pump, which by the way, was mentioned by some bikers-by. Right then, we heard water flowing somewhere like it was leaking from a broken pipe. And we ended up here....and thats Pri imagining all possible horror stories that describe a bunch of friends going on crazy tours and end up being murdered inexplicably. Say, Darna mana hain ya kaal types! Sources said, she was actually looking all around for any unannounced attackers! :):)

And thats the valley at dawn..

More..

And there we were...finally!!

After all that pain of reaching the hill station, we were told to walk along this track (a shortcut, apparently) to reach the market area.

Tired...

And inspired..

And amused..

And returned soiled...

Fresh Candy

2010-06-10T12:26:00.004+06:00

wrapped in an old cover. Yes. Thats what Vedam is.
A wonderful compilation of 5 different tales, people and their destinies. The director can be compared to a sculptor who has carefully carved the storyline combined with an excellent screenplay, helping the message to emerge by itself with the subtle and succinct script. What is even more adorable is the cast and brilliant performances by each of them.Standards of Telugu cinema, reset.It indeed has its own flaws, but I loved it thoroughly. More so, because it has been really long since I have watched a sensible Telugu movie. It was worth all that knuckle breaking journey on the central line of Mumbai local.

One of the finest pieces of advice I have been given in Mumbai happened to be on the same local, last evening. She said, "Aapko dhakka maarke aage jaana hi padega!". Thanks, lady!

One

2010-06-09T18:20:00.008+06:00

of those days when I have no option but to enjoy boredom at work.

Mumbai, I should say, is sexy in monsoon. It did keep the junta waiting for more than a week.But one shower was just enough to charm us all!

Last night, like many other nights, I was going through yet another mild phase of insomnia lying on a 3inch-turned-2inch mattress, looking out of the room through the grills of the balcony at the dark hilly area across the skyscrapers, when it started pouring. It was like a huge audience clapping in appreciation of a midnight victory of a battle somewhere in the middle world! (Pardon me for the overindulgence. I cant help thinking of LOTR in such mausam!) Given the darkness, anyone would have thought it was nothing but midnight. I slowly groped for my mobile without blinking at the view I just had...just to see that the time was 4:45 am. :) Once the clouds have danced, poured and rested, first thing that caught my eye was an under-construction skyscraper draped in green with blotches of wet cement. I cant still get to an analogy to describe the view. I just fell in love. With man. With nature. Yet again.

View from BSE terrace is breathtaking. For people like me who fear heights or looking down from heights, it is,literally, breathtaking. Still, I have surpassed all my fears for a greater cause and clicked these pics..for you all! :P

Thats the Rotunda building more commonly known as the baby building stuck to the BSE main towers.

The white building is the RBI headquarters.

The city...that never sleeps! I must say, South Mumbai is a feast to a traveller's eyes. It has an aura of dignity that is just enough to amaze the kind who have a taste for architecture or buildings or even better, history.

An adventurous night trek with scary stories of spirits, ghosts, hills with eyes and valleys and occasional LOTRish talks. Strike it off the list. Pics and stories. Coming soon.

Must read

2010-05-19T17:19:00.001+06:00

This post!

Lol!!

Where to?

2010-05-06T14:52:00.003+06:00

Kasab. I am sure the line, 'his poor, rural background and lack of education made him more susceptible to grooming by extremists.', must have caught your attention.No doubt he has committed crime in cold blood. If not for anything, he should suffer as a reply to all the lost heroes.But that doesnt please me. Not at all.

The point is..The extremist. What about him?? The numerous youngsters falling prey to this sick b*****d's institutions? Come let us hang all of them coz any 'evidence' against him seems almost impossible. Hang to death. It is possible, indeed!

Message, my foot! You might as well send an ' I love you Pakistan!'

Where is the system heading to? All this reminds me of blood diamond.

'Sometimes I wonder if God will ever forgive us for what we've done to each other...Then I look around and I realize... God left this place a long time ago.'

and this..

'When's the last time the world wasn't falling apart?'

Isshtrrike!!

2010-05-04T10:36:00.002+06:00

Everyone at work is surprised that we made it! Read more! Wherever I go, crisis follows! :)

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And a real Mumbai post! Straight dil se!

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Inspite of everything, like Maggie says, Mumbai rocks!

Radio Aamchi 24.7 FM!

2010-04-30T16:35:00.003+06:00

Aapka favourite gaana!! Chado chadao! Giro Girao!

(When you step out of home)
Haan Hai Koi to wajah
To jeena ka maza yun aane laga
Yeh hawaon mein hai kya
Thoda sa jo nasha yun chhane laga

(When I step onto, sorry, run, jump and land on the platform and get into the train)

Pucho na pucho mujhe kya
Hua hai teri raahon mein aakar
Pucho na pucho mujhe kya
Milega teri bahon mein aakar
Yeh local Haaye Khadey Khadaayein
Jannat dikhaye haan
O raama

Chhodi maine sare hi bandhan zamane se yaara
Choodungi na mein 1st class
Aadha Mumbai ghusa hain isme abhi kya karoon
Bacha tho body massage hi

Dekho na dekho mujhe kya hua hai
Teri bheed mein kho kar
Pucho na pucho mujhe kya
Mila hain teri bahon mein jeekar

(On the way back)

Mere jaise lakho mile honge
Tujhko piya
Mujhe to mila tuu hi
Tu hi mere hooton ki khilti hui se hasi
Gila bhi kiya tu hi
Yeh moti Haaye Khadey Khadaayein
Dhakke khilayein haan
O raama
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Hope my sense of humor doesnt get worser than this.

Random

2010-04-29T11:25:00.004+06:00

The performance was far from awesome. Art. Let me share my definition first. Art is meant to be the skill of succeeding in expression or action with an effortless inherent ease. Anything that makes me feel that I have been trying to acquire it only tells me that it is an acquired ‘skill’ and not an art. This is what I had felt about the performance. The entire sequence was more of anguish while it could have been a sinusoid of happiness blended with anxiety and anguish emerging out of pain. There is no denying that the expression of anguish throughout the recital was outstanding. The sequence could have been more arranged and made use of more mudras rather than landing the audience in the trouble of figuring out which block is being performed. Yes. It was an ‘experiment’. All this aside, the crowd had hardly 2 p.c. of youngsters. :)

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Few commodities for which I would like to get into contracts for the next two months here:
1. Tons of sunscreen.
2. Liters of toner.
3. Thousands of coconuts.
4. Heaps of cotton scarves and toe sox.
5. Bottles of deodorants.
Any new device that enables me to escape the free massages on the local is always welcome. Please post your ideas in the comments area of this blog. Who knows? You might be the next big name in social entrepreneurship!

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To be able to give a vent to any emotion, at the right time and at the right place is just as important as it is to control it. Sometimes I recollect the fury of heroines in the movies scattering things off a table and breaking mirrors and throwing stuff. It’s kind of funny that I feel like having a desk full of papers so that I can scatter them all over and create a mess and then when things cool down, I promise, I will clean up the mess. Do let me know. Right now, my room doesn’t have a table that offers me this luxury.

One by one..

2010-04-26T16:58:00.006+06:00

Tats our backyard. Cricket is indeed a religion in India. These guys devotedly gather every sunday morning to play cricket here. More than the game, we are amused and entertained by their conviction levels exhibited every now and then for a dropped catch or a lost ball or faulty umpiring! Yeh hain Mumbai meri jaan! :)

Bandra-Worli sealink bridge.It is a civil engg marvel. Apparently, no bikes and no stopping anywhere on this bridge.We happened to take a taxi with an understanding and enthusiastic driver (=P) who slowed down a little while on the bridge. This is the best I could capture.

One by one..

2010-04-26T16:29:00.011+06:00

Haji Ali..

View from Bombay Stock Exchange.

Tats the shipyard.

MG Road..

Tats the high court overlooking the Oval Maidan. Back in the deep you can see Brabourne Stadium and Marine drive.

One more with the city's skyline..

By evening, when the drive is lit..it luks pretty much like our necklace road and is indeed called the Queen's Necklace.

Well

2010-04-26T12:26:00.004+06:00

Tat was an electrifying experience at the DY Patil Stadium. I agree.But of what use is it when its just another no-victory for Sachin. Yes. I did see both the Gods at a time. But of what use if I walk out telling myself, 'Sachin is not God.'? Thats exactly what I hoped to have disproved! Oh how I wish he picked the trophy!! To top it all, he gets the honor yet embarrassment of Orange cap and Golden player. He has enough of them. God!Are you listening? I beg to differ when people say that he lacks the art of finishing or the art of captaincy. Its only he who can take the pressure of the entire team. There were no beams. No pillars. None to distribute the load.None to stand by him. Catch droppers, incorrect batting line up..to sum it all...a 'sold out' match. I now know how much it hurts any fan to even think of it. Hopes. Betrayed. They say,'Its sport.All this happens.' Oh yeah!

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I might find it difficult to go back and live in Chennai.Now thats quite a revelation, I should say. :)
This city is great.It makes one dream. Again and again. But it does leave me with one question at the end of the day..when will earth evolve into a place where money stops topping the charts?? Any of them.Yeah..I am too naive for this place.

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Yes! It is!

2010-04-19T13:11:00.002+06:00

Forgive the lapse.No access to picasa. No access to net at home.
Doing good.

Irony

2010-04-05T11:43:00.002+06:00

of independence and loneliness. Is something I havent been able to figure out. They come in a package. Dont they? Why cant someone be independent and not be left alone simultaneously? Yes. I know. Its about the line. The line you draw. The line of emphasis. The line you purposely put down, there. But isnt the beauty about trying to push the line, tweak a little or even trespass and then decide?
Why are independent people taken by the face value? Why is it that they are left in their corners? How often have you or I tried to bring one of them out of that zone?

Imagination. Assumption. Truth. Order please!?

Now

2010-03-09T21:53:00.003+06:00

Thats where I will be one month from now. For around 2 and a half months. Peace during the most inappropriate phase.

I

2010-03-06T20:44:00.001+06:00

hate ranting on this blog. I hate ranting about ranting on this blog. I hate ranting about ranting about ranting on this blog.

Of late, this is the only thing I have been doing. Ranting. Futility at its best.

Feels like heaven

2010-03-01T05:23:00.006+06:00

To live a night
Go for a stroll
Around 4 in the morning
To a nearby chai-coffee place
Under a moonlight tat refuses to stop pouring
From between the tree tops
Over the lazy street dogs
Over the paper boys and milk vans
Under a moonlight tat refuses to let the night break
And the FM at chaiwallah (where we had coffee :P)goes..

vennilave velli velli nilave
pogam idam ellaame
kuda kuda vanthaay
vennilave velli velli nilave
nachaththira pattaalam kuttikondu vanthaay..

(Its from 'Raghavan' in Telugu. Kamal Hassan, Jyotika and Kamalini 'borer'!)

Off to bed!
And ha...I love Chandler and Phoebes the best! Remember tat "Smelly cat smelly cat...smelly cat" ?:)

Happy Holi!

My Name Is Khan

2010-02-23T11:06:00.003+06:00

And I am not a terrorist. I guess this movie had very loudly, sternly, strongly, if not vehemently insisted, told that every Khan or Mohammed or Ali or Sultan is not a terrorist. I really dont care if the hero suffers from autism or cancer. I dont care who looks how or how the chemistry of a hot favourite couple has come about. I am glad. Just glad for the attempt.

I love this. Totally.

Mediocre 'Leader'

2010-02-23T04:47:00.005+06:00

Expected a lil more from Sekhar Kammula. Except for brilliant expressions from Kota, surprise entry of long-forgotten Gollapudi and beautiful Telugu literature in the only romantic song which was anyway grossly picturised on a dumb heroine and Rana aka Avatar, movie fails to keep the audience with it. Just loved the song. A feel good 'Mickey Meyer' song. I like the way Naresh Iyer says 'Sindhooralu'. :)

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Taara taara dooramaina chotaney aakasallo
Kanneeru velluvaithe venneley kabolu..
Ningi nela ekamaina poddulo sindhooralu..
Neeku nenu cheruvaina enduko dooralu..

Aasalanni maasipoye aamaney aahvaninchey
Shvasalele baasalanni badhalaipoyena..
Poola jadalo thokachukka guttuga uyyalugey..

Honestly, I cant help but fancy a guy who can actually think of and emote over trivial "Poolajada","Thokachukka" and "Uyyala". All in a line. Ok. I know. This kind doesnt exist.:D

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Happiness. In all forms. At all times. Like...the early mornings. Reasons unknown. May be a birth disorder! :P

Dont

2009-12-10T18:44:00.004+06:00

explain things
I understand.
bother to detail
I know.
trouble yourself
I am convinced.
think twice to hurt
I ll be happy.

But,
Dont walk over me
And tell me I was for granted.
For all you know,
IT might have been killed.

Adieu!!

2009-12-06T09:00:00.001+06:00

Miss you baby! Certainly. People called it foolishness to hang on to you any further. Baby, I had no choice. Ever since I saved you from the last accident, I was counting my days with you. I knew the happiness has begun to end. And one day you refused to respond. You put yourself on the death bed. I tried my best to make you stay. In life. With me. I wanted to put you back in pink of your health. It wouldnt have costed me much. Neither was I worried about the insult people would pour upon me if I clinged on to you. All I was worried was...can I survive? There would definitely be a day when you would refuse to respond. Like you did.Can I survive then? Reason. Thats all I wanted. Reason to leave you. I was searching. And you gave me enough. Just enough. Or I thought so.

You have no idea how much I wanted you to stay. I tried in vain to get a close substitute. And failed miserably. How stupid I was to even hope that there would be a substitute.I have your song ringing in my head. In full cognizance, I let it ring. Thats all that gives me peace these days. Your memory.

But baby, the new acquaintance, I must tell you, is way superior to you. There is so much to be explored and learnt except that I have no incentive. There are so many qualities that I have never found in you. More than what I ever asked for. I admit. Of what use is superiority when comfort doesnt trot along, honey? I admit. I am not comfortable. Indifference, I cant attain. I have to live alongside, day in-day out. Diplomacy, I am not good at.

Heard a wise person say, "You never miss anyone you haven't lost." Baby, tell me honestly, have I lost you? If not, why do I miss you? Is it your absence or the new presence thats troubling the most?

P.S: I have disowned you. There is nothing much we can do now apart from the obituary. I would also do my blog the honour of posting your pic here. Soon.

Quarter life!

2009-11-24T12:46:00.005+06:00

Met a man who turned 70 today, at the temple."This old age, I must say, is a curse. Especially with the knee joint pains!". He mentioned it is his birthday and that is why he is in temple and we exchanged "Happy birthday!".It was very difficult for him to stand and was requesting the pujari for a chair which he neatly ignored. We got him a chair and he sat down. And then he went on to talk about his family, children, his profession, their profession etc. 2 minutes later he started talking about his wife. I thought I was imagining, but I could see a thin layer of tears well up in his eyes behind those black carbon rimmed glasses, as he spoke . And then I heard his voice break. He wept. Said, "My wife passed away 10 yrs ago. 20 days before my daughter's wedding.Massive heart attack. Now my daughter has left for Dubai. I come here to pray." :). Yet again...

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I really need to make some acknowledgements today. Not because I have stepped into 25th year of my life, but because of a certain achievement. I am not sure how big it is or what good it is going to do to me. But, I just feel like doing this.For all I know, I may not ever get another chance.

Amma, Nanna and Annayya for being what they are. I might have gotten into hundreds of arguments and might have heavily disagreed. Still, I am not what I am without them.

Saradamma..for being my mom for a substantial portion of my formative years. No matter what, I would never forget all the trouble I gave you during my early years, crying and crying over my painful ear and nose! Love you lots!

Sai...for all the patience,respect and trust.

Divya, Manju and Srikanth for all their support, especially emotional, during every single crisis.For all the time I have been given. For all the love. For all the unconditional friendship.

Keechu alias Niharika Aunty and Muzzu alias Ali for their conviction and commitment in converting the calls.

Krishna, Avi and Shiva for all the confidence they instilled in me.

Deepthi, Venkat, Varun and Aslesha for adding so much fun and color to my life.

Priyanka, for being a very very honest and down-to-earth human being.

Revathi Ma'am, Sr. Regi, VVS, Mrs.Venki, Mrs. Esther Isabel, Sr.Jessy Kurian,Gopala Krishna Sir and likes for believing in me and my potential to reach heights in my career.Thanks to all for treating all my success in a tone of normalcy saying,'Doesnt surprise me.You have it in you!'
(I have no idea what 'it' is!Needless to say, words are all they have!)

Mr. Sivakishan for his outstanding guidance all through undergrad and beyond that.

Leo, Janet, Magesh and Geetha for making my life so much more simpler in an otherwise alien 'software' world.

I would like to write 'Snoopy' on the blog.Just like that. :)

How?

2009-11-12T10:04:00.002+06:00

Refusal to learn is the worst ailment anybody can suffer from. Period.

Sleeplessness

2009-11-09T04:34:00.002+06:00

I dont know why we have complicated meanings for simple words.Sleeplessness is fine,isnt it?Why should it be again called Insomnia?
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Kaise Bataaye Kyun Tujhko Chaahe...
Yaara Bataa na Paaye..
Baatein Dilon ki Dekho Jo
Baaki Aankhen Tujhe Samjhaaye...
Tu Jaane Na...Tu Jaane Na...

Hooked up to this one,all night!
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Havent done one productive piece of work for more than a week now. Unable to write. Talk. And...
Gotta sleep..hope the post on new travel blog comes out soon..
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Puppy Inc.

2009-10-04T15:25:00.000+06:00

Sketch in charcoal.By Ms.Gupta.

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If only...
There was a clock
That ticked
Not at hours minutes or seconds
But at people words and thoughts
And taught me sense
Not of time but of taut
Not of fun but of humor
Not of chance but of choice
Not of endurance but of denial
Not of heart but of mind

Oh how I wish I had one...

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Aberration.

2009-08-21T19:10:00.004+06:00

I wish I could paint it. It was a giant wheel that I felt was really giant and highest point was really really high.So high that I could see blue expanse of all the waters of the world.I was overwhelmed with happiness.The wheel was taking me high and low and I could feel that scary surge each time within me.I was feeling on the top of the world.There were large bridges like the one at Melbourne, like the one over Thames, like the ones all over the US of A.I think I almost touched cloud 9.The happiness was so profound that I could hear myself laughing and screaming.And from the freedom of skies,descended a drop into the abysmal waters. And there was no ripple.

Hence dreamt.

Art

2009-08-20T23:23:00.003+06:00

Lotsa similar art here . Beautiful.

Did u try??

2009-08-14T15:40:00.007+06:00

I quite like that!! :D

Hmm...

2009-08-05T02:53:00.003+06:00

Self observation: I am not graceful with parting scenes.Got clumsy. Is that ok? Normal?
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Days are flying. And I have drifted towards living longer days and even longer nights.No. I am not interested in the amusements/sarcasms/suprises of any of the owls out there.By the way, how many hours maketh a day?
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Weekend has been kind and exciting. I go to 'Kalarpana' and find everyone at the gate trying to call a lil pom in. Then a lady in pink and white salwar with her hair tied up in a bun calls and comes running saying "Ennaaaichu??" in a very typical tamilian accent.As I turn my head to get a glance of her face, the pom goes in and the lady as well. Then I go inside only to see Shobana 'akka' dancing!!I have heard and read about simplicity. But here I again write...she is absolutely a personification of what can be precisely called simplicity.I dont want to talk about the school or the school building. Will get enough pics over the weekend.And yes. Finally, something is happening and yet again...I love Chennai!!See...for more than one reasons!!
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Arts club materialising. Will take two more meetings,I guess.
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Lost...

2009-07-30T19:10:00.001+06:00

Couldnt make it to the placement committee.

Emotional/Nostalgic weekend

2009-07-28T18:55:00.005+06:00

Posessions that had once adorned the walls of my room. Well, I no longer have any room that I can call 'mine'. Was disposing bundles of these just coz I did not feel emotionally connected anymore. Of course,some survived this mass destruction of memories or rather things that I have preserved for more than 7 years now.There were faceless names,nameless cards and then there were words written in every form, on every card that failed to fill my eyes with those happy tears, that failed to,even remotely,connect with the emotion that I must have possibly felt when I first held them in my hands and that failed to stand the test of time.All I was doing was open,see,decide and then pile the respective heaps.Mechanically.And those that survived, would have survived anyway!!
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Weddings of best friends are really tricky. Suddenly there is a whole lot of family around her and makes you feel little and unimportant. There I go and the photographer says,"Randi Madam! Atleast meerosthe aina navvutharemo ee madam!" and then I stand right in front of her only to see the sense of relief on her face,the happiness that my presence gave her in her eyes and most of all,the hug that indicates the magnitude of disappointment I have saved her from!Happy married life!! To someone who has taught me cooking,grooming and most of all...caring!!
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Some people are so genuine. Nature's law prevents them from being around me for a longer time and grants them something called a VISA to the U S of A.Damn!!And then they fly..like they did the day before.Good luck gal!To someone who shares my career aspirations!
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Not fair.Subjecting an already confused,emotionally weak heart and soul to further tortures of bading good byes and bon voyages within a span of two days is just not fair. Objection adhyakshya!!:)

Like this...

2009-07-24T11:38:00.010+06:00

Like the minds that wander
Like the eyes that blink
Like the thoughts that touch
Like the dreams that split
Like the winds that reach
Like the skies and the stars we share
May these drops that fell together
From the Heavens....
Teach me a thing or two
About life, love and death too...
Leave me wondering what would I do..
If only I had those last moments and of course few..

Pic courtesy: A forwarded mail.

After a week...frm the breathless B-school!!

2009-07-18T23:13:00.004+06:00

It feels lil weird to call the college a B-school given that the size is no larger than that of a large bungalow (and yes,it was donated by the Kothari's)! Pata nai kitne log the Kothari family mein and why on earth they needed this large a house!!And by the way,it is supposedly conducive for learning!!The hostel is great. When I say great, I bear in mind the worser parts of Chennai I have lived in. The food is good. Yet again, its just relativity.The dining area is by far, the best place in the college!! Its a soothingly ethnic area with a tiled roof and lotsa trees around and of course lotsa handsome guys around!!The entire environment is just absolutely optimal. I get just enough and as soon as I think of any discomfort, my purpose here clearly reminds me that I am supposedly a potential manager and every next assumption follows. Waise bhi...with a laptop(new,yet again a DELL) and Wi-Fi, how can I even allow myself to think of any discomfort?!

I couldnt have felt more belittled and couldnt have spent a more demoralising week!!Just started multitasking (way to go..i know)!! Just celebrated the 1st birthday of the batch. Working on accountancy assignment while posting this. Trust me. Understanding the language of business...u see!! =P Happy part of attending classes after a long long break is that the laptops are allowed and wi-fi works 24*7. Now it cant better for people who had been used to sneaking novels since ages!!

Things to feel nice about:
"Yaar tum itni achi hindi kaise bol sakthe hon?"--All thanks to Bollywood and of course Hyderabad!!
"Enna?Ninga Tamilian daa ne?"--All thanks to Cognizant!(And yeah! I miss my workplace..now and then!:( For an entirely different set of reasons, though!=P)
And roomies. Bengali,Marathi(born and brought up in Bangalore,though) and a Bihari. Couldnt have fallen into a more complicated combination. Phir bhi...we have been laughing madly for the past one hour!!

Movie that could grab my time: Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.
Asli masti tho Monday se shuru honewala hain!! All the clubs and committes' elections and interviews will be done by Monday and then starts the race!!

Will try to post as frequently as possible.=P

Way 2 go!

2009-06-17T12:16:00.002+06:00

Months of mad work. Weeks of desperation. Then came pieces of good news from here and there. Funniest of all: IMT, Dubai. There was a day when I envied people who could afford BITS, Dubai. For ‘n’ reasons, this news did not seem exciting at all. All that was secondary. I still had all privilege of imagining life in Dubai. But then, I have heard myself asking....’Bomb blast lo pothey? Indian Hindu meeda attack…?? ‘ . It’s not that these factors are really stopping me from taking it up. Just that I was little struck by the immediate thoughts that have become so inevitable or that are so seemingly ‘natural’!! Wish people in parts of the globe could sleep more peacefully each night.
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My brother often said, ‘If you think the only possible results are ‘pass’ and ‘fail’, you are missing something called ‘result withheld’!’. Had a good taste of this. ‘Waiting list’. What a thing it was!! Got all my patience extracted and tested! :)
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Taking up MBA in an Indian college. OK. In Chennai. “What? Again? What’s wrong with you??” I smile to myself. What is so wrong with me??I like this place. For all the freedom, fun and life it has offered. I like it. For it has so much to explore and offers scope to explore comfortably at cheaper cost. The transport system is amazing. The city is so well connected that I actually started realizing how inferior Hyderabad is when it comes to traffic or alternate routes. Who said Chennai is all about Idli and Sambar? I can show you ‘n’ paratha points and authentic Punjabi Dhabas that provide real yummy food!! I don’t very much approve of the attitude of the natives towards the language or the way they make life miserable for outsiders. Or the autowallahs who charge fortune for distances that span from Prasad’s to Eat Street. So what if they have fervor towards their language?? I would make my life simpler by trying to learn and understand their language. If I don’t, there is not much difference left and I don’t deserve a right to argue. Do I? The next time you have questions about Chennai, come to me. I can teach you how to live here and watch Tamil movies! ;)
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Working with tickets and resolutions crap even after a much-awaited resignation.
My track on the day of resignation…
‘Ennallo vechina udayammmmmmm
Eenaadeyyyy edurauthntey..
Inkaaa telavarademiii…ee cheekati vidipodemi…(2)’
If you are aware of this track with Mr. Kittigadu walking the roads singing this…I am sure you would have a good laugh!!
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Villages make great weekend getaways. Sad that the villagers themselves didn’t know this. Worse that they wait for the people from cities to come and explore for them. God has His mysterious ways of taking people from one VILLAGE to another!! LOL!!
Alvida. Will be back with a fresh back-to-college post!
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I am not alone!!

2009-04-02T16:13:00.002+06:00

Woohoo!!

Cut the crap!!

2009-04-01T18:48:00.003+06:00

I found myself saying this to someone who was/is feeling 'Lonely'.
"Get rid of it. It will only cripple you. Be strong".

Zapak..a door opens inside my head and someone is eager now.
"Look who is talking about strength!!Did you ever manage it urself??By the way...what is the strength you are preaching about??The one which had never come to your rescue??The one which aggravates in the name of ego??Or the one which is always misinterpreted??Or the one that never lends enough confidence??Or the one that, ironically, wants you to succumb in the very name of itself??Which one..I am curious!!"

And I said..."Cut the crap.Bus leaves at 8:15"

Step 2:

2009-03-24T04:13:00.001+06:00

Have turned into an insomniac.For more than a few weeks now.

Masakali..the freedom..the dove and Sonam Kapoor!!

2009-02-06T11:35:00.002+06:00

Tujhe kya gum tera ristha
Gagan ki basuri se hai
Pawan ki guftagu se hai
Suraj ki roshani se hai

Who s tat??

2009-01-28T18:44:00.001+06:00

How long has it been since any of us have slept in that and felt like a princess??
Nowadays..I do!!=)

Masterpiece.

2008-10-27T22:01:00.002+06:00

I know I did better stuff at school!! :))

Sometime back...

2008-10-27T21:53:00.001+06:00

:))

2008-08-02T03:41:00.001+06:00

Must pick up with tamil...missing good stuff like this!

Listening to this...all through the night...

:))

Close't'!

2008-07-30T22:38:00.004+06:00

My roomie was doing her namaaz a little while ago,on the occasion of “jagne ki raat”. It can be best described as an equivalent of Shivratri. We 3 kiddos,were looking at her in awe…trying to understand what she was doing. We quite didn’t understand if settling the dupatta over her forehead was a part of her prayer. So we started following the prayer closely again and then figured out that hair should be covered entirely and that is why she was stuffing every strand that came out every now and then.

I feel ignorant and elated at the same time.

Ignorance of that religion.
Elation of tolerance.
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And then, there are dreams. I see another dream when I am already living a beautiful one. I made the dream come true. Now, I feel its time to break this and make another. Sometime later, one more would come up to break this one. And I get restless. Indecisive. Judgemental. Irrespectably critical. Oh!! I wish there was a pause!!

The last question I would want my brain to ask is…

”Have I lost the spark??”

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Memory...

2008-07-26T09:29:00.005+06:00

Left to liberal interpretation..

Koooo...chuk...chuk...

2008-07-14T09:25:00.007+06:00

Sometimes its just the gravity…gravity of thought,gravity of memory,gravity of company..
But then…what about time??? Was it not supposed to “heal” everything?? Time or change?? which one actually heals?? Does anything ever gets healed?? Or am I under an illusion?? What makes me call it an illusion?? Time or change??
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There is a distant tree…moving away from the train…with trunk so short that it almost makes me feel as if the burden of leaves is sinking it…as if the whole wind has been captured by these leaves…as if that pressure would blow out everything around,given a chance!! Ah!! There you are…chance!!
Luck or chance??? What comes first??
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There are kids…kids of every kind. I was a kid. I still am. I still remember trying to figure out,when I was four, why the tracks and trees were moving away while I was on the train. I have learnt. Little late, though. Learning late and learning the harder way…bachpan ki bhimari..shaayad!!
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Glad that the TTE has asked for the identity proof for the first time in the past 7 months of my hyd-chennai shuttle! No. Its not,entirely, the system that is making me happy. It’s the happiness of a part of my brain which has been acknowledged for remembering that 17 digit license number, for not making me run around whenever I needed it and, most of all, for reinforcing my confidence of being a “birthday/phone number bank” .
Just recollected this line…
“The beauty about reminder service is that we never know when it works.”
Now that gives me an idea or two…how about charging these forgetful dumbos with ten bucks everytime they are reminded of bdays?? And say about 100 bucks when it has really saved?? I mean, when it actually worked. Or may be, I wont charge them with anything. They would just have to laugh for every joke of mine,genuinely. No. laughing “at” my jokes is prohibited. Even now!!
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I still wave at those kids who wave with an innocent madness whenever a train passes by!! Good old “Night at the hotel”…taught me a thing. I wonder why our English textbooks have never been revised!?My teacher is still using that precious notes of mine to dictate to the class. I was about to ask her if I can have the pleasure of making a print of it when she said one of the most memorable and beautiful things to me…”Your handwriting….and the old cover…reminds me of you each day child!!I never allow the kids to touch it…nor do I leave it in the cupboard. I get it home.”
First..I felt happy. Needless to say.
Second…how could I miss out on such a simple thing??? She could have as well got it xeroxed!!! Stupid ha!! Yeah!! I am..most of the time!!
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Have to mention this. I write better when I am travelling. The other day…on my way back to chennai..(yeah..it almost happens every other weekend)….i had many lines popping in my head. Of what use? I didn’t even have a pen/pencil and paper. Leave alone the lappy. I had to be punished with that feeling of not being able to pen down those lines for my eleventh hour plan of running from the office to the station with just the wallet and mobile duo!! I had to stare out of the window. No kids to entertain either. But that span of 4 hours in the evening reinforced the fact that “cricket is a religion in India”. There were open places which were only a fourth of the size of a stadium which had atleast 6 matches going on at a time. Mass prayer, I guess!! And then there was a batsman,bowler and keeper trio who had the luxury of having all the ground for themselves! These are just the players of two villages…I have crossed atleast 8 such villages!!
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And then, there are dreams. No. Not the ones which keep us on the run in life. The ones that linger…the ones that pop questions…and the ones that scare our sub-conscious to the point of conscious denial.
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In aankhon ki masti ke
Masthanein hazaaron hain

What a beautiful way to spend the evenings...
Four gals…four different worlds…within the four walls…
And the song goes…

Hum labon se keh na paaye…unse haal-e-dil kabhi
Aur woh samjhe nahin yeh…
Khamoshi
Kya cheez hain!!

I am not sure which one I love better. Khamoshi itself?Or the pause that comes before it is sung? Or the way Jagjit sings it!?
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Read somewhere..
“I love work. It gives me something to do between the weekends.”
Lol!!
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Yawn!!!!!!!! :o

2008-07-07T23:29:00.002+06:00

I want to shout Vooohooooooooo!! N say i hav got internet at my place...
but lets try this..i yawn...n u say vooohoooooooo!! obviously!!after all, pleasure is yours! =P

off to sleeeeppp....zzzzzzz!!

ok..one more thing..this post is the testimony to the fact tat i am still concerned about u,my darling blog!!

Enchanted..

2008-05-06T11:28:00.002+06:00

Ek din aap yoon humko mil jayenge
phool hi phool raahon mein khil jayenge
maine socha na tha

Ek din zindagi itni hogi haseen
jhoomega aasmaan gaayegi ye zameen
maine socha na tha

Ek din is tarah hosh kho jayenge
paas aaye to madhosh ho jayenge
maine socha na tha

Ek din dil ki raahon mein apne liye
jal uthenge mohabbat ke itne diye
maine socha na tha

Song that has caught my attention…
Song that has really made me say…”yeah…right!!”
Song that has kept me charmed…

Ek din is tarah hosh kho jayenge
paas aaye to madhosh ho jayenge
maine socha na tha

Wow!!

Lyrics: Javed Akhtar
Singers: Alka Yagnik, Kumar Sanu

H@ng0V#R

2008-03-12T18:52:00.001+06:00

More than one reason to feel glad…good…and great.
Glad for having done things of which I have only dreamt for quite sometime…
Good about the elation and euphoria I could fill into them….
Great that I have something to tell my grandkids!!!
Commitment. It’s THE word. One has to agree.

Spending hours on the net…finding out what can be done…un-planning the plan ….that was what I did all through the week…”weekdays for the weekend”!!

I, so genuinely, thought I would write a mini-travelogue when I get back. But that’s not happening. Just not happening. I have been trying to put my experience into words for 3 days now…it’s just not happening.
Going somewhere with someone who knows all about it and someone who would be a guide throughout doesn’t give me as much kick as it would when I go with a bunch of zealots who are equally enthusiastic to explore…fearless and courageous…who don’t complain about the lack of food…or the sun…or the distance…who can put in 200p.c. into everything…ranging from bargaining for coconut water on the highway to making a pot to managing credit in a restaurant!! I really mean it now…when I say…”I had a great time!!”
I understand what it means to say…”nothing is lonelier than adventure”…I half-understood it while on “motorcycle diaries”…now…it’s more than just a line!!
It couldn’t have been better!! No.

Haven’t managed good pics at the temple. But this should do.

Will upload the pics over the weekend. All jealous people out there should wait in patience keeping in mind, the lack of resources. ;))

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That’s the weekend part or rather the happy part of life. Let me make fun of the tragic weekdays!! Mainframes has fixed me quite a bit. And the corporate life too!! The truth dawns only when you realize that you have been typing your employee id and password to logon to Gmail and continuously press ctrl instead of enter and still can’t figure out why you aren’t able to login successfully…
Wait. There is more to it…you press F3 continuously and wait for the previous window to appear…and you still don’t figure out that it should be the ‘Back’ and not F3. And you are about to swipe the access card even in the restroom!!! Ya. Very soon you will begin to swipe it when you go home…at the doorbell!!
The happy part is that the office is just 2mins away from where I stay. Happy. No travelling expenses. No pollution.

Anyways…its time I moved out of the office.:))

Joy!!

2008-02-06T14:41:00.000+06:00

Yeah...internet at workplace...after months of deprivation!!

Will be back...

I want to be at the beach…

2007-12-03T11:21:00.000+06:00

When the Sun rises,
When I struggle to open my eyes..
When I wake up to the warmth
When it shines & reminds
Of the things bright and light …of fun & frolic…of black & white…and of course..the greys!
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I want to be at the beach..
To play with the sand
To make and break castles and...moments...
To feel the tide and shore
To unfeel the sand beneath
To blow a balloon…
For that kid who looks at me with those wide marble-honey-eyes….
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I want to be at the beach…
From dawn to dusk…
Laze around,listen to a song or two or even sing one to the skies….
Take a walk…
Entertain the kid in me…
Feel content
And come home ... when I have soiled myself with refreshed insanity!!

Bedtime talk...

2007-11-11T22:18:00.000+06:00

I wanted to write so many things right from the moment I got onto the train to this moment. I kind of have short term memory loss. Putting it the Tamil way…Gajini! The lines I frame when I am on the train are piled upon by those when I am in the auto and by those when I am on a walk and so on!!
Hmm…I just had my first beach experience with the tide and wave…touching my feet and then...taking away all the sand beneath making me an inch shorter! And then…there is panipuri on the beach that, though, dwarfed the Besant nagar barista, couldn’t match that of Hyderabad!!
I have understood quite a bit of the city in these 3 days. Pretty good with 1/3 rd of it!! Quick, I know!! Hehe!! Moreover, it didn’t seem like a new place at all…all thanks to Mr.Mani Ratnam, Mr.Kadir etc…!! The sad part about Chennai is that the autos aren’t metered. One just has to pay whatever the autowallah demands if one doesn’t know the language and the place. Had I been thrown into some other place of India, things would have been much easier with Hindi. But TN is one place where no other language comes in handy!! All I know is “Tamil teriyadu!!” which means “I don’t know/cant speak Tamil!!”. Adi da sangathi!!
I have already started romanticizing the city. There is so much more to this city…the dirty yet traffic-free-happy roads…well connected transits…the “Sakhi” train (by which I happened to travel on the very first day in the city!!)…and much more!! After all, it’s a city!!Hehe!! This is what I call travelling! Go around, know the culture, the people…and at the end of a month or so…I must have learnt so much that a novice in the city might start believing that I have lived here for ages!!I don’t have to work on that as a project!!Do i? Little observation, instead of dozing off while on the bus or train, should do!! Yeah…I did visit hell for the past two days on my way to find a place to live…but I have ‘something’ to tell my grandkids!!Or even my kids!!Hehe!! I had loads in my head to write…some one liners…some pjs…and some decent jokes too!! Lekin is waqt…I am too tired to recollect anything…!! For now, I will be tough to myself and put down this one line…
“It’s all on the other side of the wall. Some stay, some grope and some …travel!!”

Random...

2007-11-01T23:34:00.000+06:00

“For nearly all we do in life, perception, even of the facts, is still the name of the game. Perception rascal can’t really be ignored. Hence, it follows that the only truth about truth is the true fallacy in the eyes of another! “

“Am I what I talk? Or what I choose to talk? Or what I don’t talk or what I choose not to talk??”

“Let each day say, ‘I DO’ instead of ‘Captain, may I?’”

(Actually,shouldn't be a problem if it is Captain Jack Sparrow!!:p)

The first one from some random read, the second a random back-to-square-one thought and the third…a ‘Rand’om musing!!

One, two, three...Maharaja mixie!!

2007-10-30T13:28:00.000+06:00

One: Psychic and not-at-all-innocent observation:
“Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live”.

Two: Something original:
“I don’t suffer from insanity. It’s just that I enjoy every moment of it!”
Too good to believe that I came up with a line like this!!

Three: Age old musing…known to all, painful in choice to most and answered in ease by few!!

“If you could be happy, really happy, for just a while, but you knew from the start that it would end in sadness, and bring pain afterwards, would you choose to have that happiness or would you avoid it?”

What’s the conclusion????
Not a million dollar question at all. I am jobless,in every sense of the word!!Simple!!
Hey!!What about the maharaja now??I'll tell you!I have waited for quite sometime in patience to see if this certain 'she(i)k' is worth anything!Having watched 'laaga chunari mein daag'(or aag!!who cares?)...I cant help saying that this raja will,probably,never grow to be a maharaja!!All that he will be all his life is the son of a maharaja and the husband of a maharani!!Now that's what I call a genuine "mtv bakra" both in life and on the movie,which proved that he doesn't have a screen presence,not even that that matched Kunal Kapoor's or even Paresh Rawal's!!(Oh!How much I love these two guys!!For two different reasons!!)Who calls Mr.Abhishek Bachchan a HERO....or even an actor??

Oh!Do you?

Ahem...ok!

I told u...I told u he is God!!

2007-10-23T12:57:00.001+06:00

This is Ilayaraja's composition using 3 notes..yeahhh..just the 3 notes:SA-RE-GA of carnatic and C,D,E of western!Hey,those of you who can't sit through 7 mins,(which,i think,is not really difficult!arey thats just a tiny p.c of what you spend on orkut!come on,try!anyway,if u insist,)just move to the second half of the 3rd minute and check out his orchestration!!Just close your eyes when the instrumental starts and you will know the feel!!Kalaposhana ekkuvainda??Thappadu..!!Aa matram lekapothe madisiki godduki theda yetuntaadi??
I am tired of giving adjectives to that guy in white.He is God.That's it!

Hmm..dil kya chahta hain??

Jill Jill jiga!!

2007-10-21T13:57:00.000+06:00

First things first!Loser...what an apt title...to both my blog and me!!Yeah...big loser...thats what I am..undoubtedly,for umpteen reasons!!lol!!

Just trying to avoid talking about my stupid exam…so let the effort be!

Last bench seatingu…magazines (sing novels'u') readingu...interval ke waitinguuuuuu!!Hehe!!This is the only thing that I can identify myself with, in the movie...apart from taking snoopy to a walk!!Lol!!
Just loved [;)] the ma-ayya-mla-rajesh character!!
Two and a half hours of pure fun, it was!!

Watched a lot of movies…those ranging from a top class to those that are very categorically C graders!! Khair…kum se kum cd shop wale ka business tho chal rahi hain!! I am sure I am paying atleast 50% of his revenues!!Aur karna bhi chahoon tho kya karoon??I guess I will pass through one whole cycle of festivals before I get to work!!

Couldn’t watch potter 5…out of Imax now!! :((

Missing violin terribly.

Thought I should get back to spending lovely early mornings at KBR, considering that I have 2 more months (only!) in Hyderabad. So, ignoring all the mess about festival and mom’s constant complaints about her not getting enough help on the festival day, I drove away. I started feeling irky about the way oldies looked at me…guess what sentence started ringing in my ears?!
“Pehle baap ke paison se fast food khaana, phir usee ke paison se Nike shoes khareedna! Kya generation hain!!”.I am sure that’s what their looks meant!!Lol!! But its great fun to be there at that hour listening to fm on my lovely lovely mobile! Now, whats with me?? Noticeably, I have great affection towards all the non-living things I possess.. my bike, my car, my mobile, my chap stick, my pc, my TV, my ipod…etc etc, though I haven’t poured a single penny into them!! Hehe!! I know, I am crazy!!

Should get back to reading…classics yet to be finished!

Current track: Jilibili palukula chilipiga palikina o mynah mynah.....another classic by ‘laya’raja!

For the love of cricket!

2007-09-24T22:39:00.000+06:00

Promises are meant to be broken. :D

Ya. We won and that’s a strong enough reason to be posting. Isn’t it?

Theories. Proven wrong.
Theories.Found.
And cricket wins.

Anyone who said T20 is entirely a batsmen’s heaven should watch the figures closely…
Figures like 3-16 by Mr. Pathan.

Everyone should agree that ‘chak de’ is not limited to bollywood!! :-))

Ah! Peace.

P.S. I loved the Australian team outfit this time!! Nice yellow with a smart skin-fit grey!! Wow!!

Ad hos

2007-09-20T11:56:00.000+06:00

Really donno what to post….this is coming just out of exhaustion…or say out of emptiness or…oh forget it!!

Current track: Pehla nasha…since 8 AM. And it is still running!!
Current book : Shantaram….not going at the pace I wanted it to!
Current academic indulgence: Official guide…now this is one thing that makes me feel content!!
Current errand: Settling my room…which is at its best dust-bin-ish version.
Current habit : A certain homo-sapien...sorry..a certain being which hasnt been transformed completely into a homo-sapien,yet!!still on the way!!
Current apprehension: GMAT GMAT GMAT…oh how much I wish…sshh!!Not gonna say it! No …no. it’s not about the score!!
Current addiction: Music...it always was and so will it remain forever!!

Oh!!Whatever….will be back (unless something really pulls me!!) only after the D-day!!

Chao.

This is why I luvvvv 'The Hindu'!!

2007-09-11T08:59:00.000+06:00

"Many a man who falls in love with a dimple makes the mistake of marrying the whole girl!"-In-telli-gent fellow!!

LOL!!

SORRY

2007-08-17T18:53:00.000+06:00

Extremely sorry...to someone who struggled on a happy weekend to change the face of my template!!Ask for something in return...I am bribing you!!lol!!

ROTFL

2007-08-07T08:51:00.000+06:00

"Don't knock the weather;nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it din't change once in a while."- Some wise fellow!!

LOL!!

Depressing nonsense!!

2007-05-27T10:01:00.000+06:00

Move through the history of mankind, you find that an artist is always an outsider, a non-conformist, a rebel. He forces society to look at itself and come to terms with its thoughts. People are scared of facing such thoughts, and this kind of mass lynching of the artist is an effort to purge themselves of all such disconcerting sub-conscious processes. We hate most in other people what we recognize as hateful in ourselves, it scares us and we attack the creator.

I'm lovin' it!! Best lines ever read...of course..apart from Roark's!!

One of the protests India should witness.Isn’t it?

Kudos to the spirit of journalism esp., that displayed by the Hindu!!

P.S: Needless to say, italicized part from the Sunday magazine.

Inthakanna anandamemi!??!

2007-05-26T13:26:00.000+06:00

One cool, breezy morning … with the Lord of mornings still feeling lazy to look out of the puffy clouds….after the rain, which has come as a relief in the scorching summer and has left its traces all over the place….a good 10km drive on an almost no-traffic necklace road takes me to play… (With occasional peeps out of the window with scenic view!!)

Aabhogi ragam:

Evvari bodhana vini – eelaagu jesevuraa????
Javamuga nannelara—Seshachalendra—Sri Venkateswara!!
Maarubaari korvajaalanuraa!!

aah!!music n lyrics eh!!

P.S: MS Word detects sri venkateswara as Sri Venkateswara!!!! And tats my violin!!

Adi nene!!

2007-05-25T20:28:00.000+06:00

aa cam pattindi nene!!explore chesindi nene!!

aa photo theesindi nene!!adi nene!!

Retrospect….20-20!! (Read it: 4 years in BITS (n pieces)…err…VNR!)

2007-05-08T23:14:00.000+06:00

I am done with the trouble of undergraduation!!Now I can call myself… (At least I could) a civil engineer.

All these years, I have (lets give it an ascending chronological order…cut chesthe…1st yr racing to final!!):

1. Stepped into the college each day with disgust (read it: with one sentence ringing in my ears “cheppina mata vinaledu…bharinchu 4 yrs”…by everyone possible, back home!!)

2. Then tried to figure out what civil engineering is like…well…obviously it sucked…so I turned my attention(partially though) towards the human beings, who just existed for me.
Well, that only made things worse….they ceased to exist!!

3. Stopped attending classes after 2 r 3 months…may be that’s too late a realization!!

4. Finished the 1st year JNTU examinations in complete horror!!

5. turned successful with a whopping 97 in the most dreadful graphics!!
(Note: I wouldn’t have termed it successful had it not been for EAMCET.)

6. within no time, earned the label(s) of ‘arrogant gal’, ‘too- happy –with- ones ‘self’ image, ‘show –off’, ‘too much of pride to live with’, etc.

7. Had certain dreams of engineering crashed to earth. (Except for my bike….which gave me solitude at the cost of petrol, though!!)

8. Digested the reality and spent all my productive time in earning percentage….which I never repent for the only reason of being transitively placed in CTS.

9. Read quite a bit and found all time favourites!!Read papillon which had slapped me right in the face about my take on life…at that time, of course!!

10. Attended a summer camp at IITK.Felt entirely rejuvenated in life after having spent a month among mortals!!

11. Been to kerala…just to realize that before I talk about traveling, I should first complete kerala…in every possible sense! Fell in love with the place!!

12. Started enjoying life at college day after day for umpteen reasons and was completely content with the two friends I managed to talk with!!

13. Had absolutely memorable combined study sessions!!

14. Had ok-ok time at T.I.M.E!!

15. Spent hours and hours searching for bhabhi!!

16. Th December…that’s when it actually happened! The wedding!!

17. Started taking violin classes!!

18. Spent a morose life watching movies all through the last semester….

19. Came out of college with zero nostalgia!!

20. Spent the last day of college writing an exam, playing on a concert, and dining out with a dearest one!!

P.S. I don’t want to write, I donno what to write or there are too many things on my mind to write!!

I WANT FELIX FELICIS!!!

2007-04-21T23:52:00.000+06:00

(For those of u who might be still wondering what it is…it is this potion (some kind of a wizardly juice in Harry Potter !!) to get lucky!!!)

Hmm…..I want it…I want it…how long???Well …donno yet…lets see…

While I am giving CAT…n then on the day of my results…n then on the day of GD n PI….n not to miss...The day of final lists…
Then on the day I go to attend for a visiting visa…..
And then on the day I get home late from a movie….
And on the day my favorite movies release….
And on the day I get my credit card bill…..
N not to forget…. on the day I get my phone bill…
And on the day of my violin concert…just not to forget the notes…
And on almost every single day…when there is a traffic jam…
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And the list goes like this…
Most importantly…on every other day when my mom n dad bring up the weirdly and weary issue of marriage!!

N so on ….for I want to get lucky every single day of my life…

So…after I have given it a deep thought….one thing stuck me!! (Knowledge is like a flash…u know…hehe!!)…whether I get lucky or not…I would rather prefer feeling lucky…not every single day…but every single moment!!

Life is short …live it up!!
Cheers to me …me …n me!!