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Hullaablloo

2010-06-17T21:48:00.000+05:30

My recent absence from blogosphere was not my first, neither was it my first time with a valid reason ; nevertheless, I have never had a stronger reason.

I got married on the 5^th of May 2010.

Isn’t that reason enough??

Being "Encaged" for about a year still did not give me enough time to be prepared for “my” marriage. Thus, the last minute preparations and “things to do” vouch for my absence just before my marriage. However settling into a new family, travelling, moving to a new place, a new nest and making it “our home” claimed most of the time after the marriage.

Though an exciting time in itself, I could not help but miss blogosphere throughout. Apart from not updating Banter Battery, I missed out on several posts from all those wonderful blogs I follow..

Now, that being a thing of the past, I am back and with so much to write and so much to catch up with.

us:He in shirt no.2; me in sari no.2 (dreading about sari no.3)

In the meantime, my good friend- an awesome person & also insightful multiple-blogger (The Wandering Minstrel ) awarded me the mind blowing blogger award. What more could I have asked for?

Again, I will not be able to name specifically any blogger but all the blogs I follow qualify for this. So, if I follow you, am passing this award on to you so that you can pass it on to bloggers you feel worthy of it. No tags, no rules, no conditions.. Just smile :)

LIFEISNOWHERE

2010-04-26T16:00:00.001+05:30

My friend Ekan has included me in a blog game, which I found quite different and kind of worth doing compared to most other tags.. It requires us to re-post our very first post and to seek views to find out if & how we have changed in writing style, thoughts, as a person, et al. I must tag 5 blogger friends to do the same. But just because I feel that the tag is an awesome exercise , I pass it on to all the awesome bloggers am following.

Here's my very first blog post...

“LIFEISNOWHERE”.

I got this as a sms and I read it as ‘life is no where’, a split second later I realized it also read ‘life is now here’.
I tend to brood over things a lot, so I kept pestering my mind asking if I was a pessimist. In normal life experiences I am quite optimistic. I always felt it is better to be like that-the more we frown at life the more life frowns at us. Then why did such a negative outlook creep into my reading.
Maybe am used to taking life in its smallest form that appears before me. That’s how life has always been for me. The issue at hand is of utmost priority and the consequences are often not quite thought about. I do think about them but maybe not as much as usually any sensible person would; for many times I have regretted my decisions. But that however helps me least in changing for good. I always enjoy taking what life brings-good or bad. I feel it adds to my life’s experience…
I need to have some real good life excerpts to relate to my kids in future. If I can’t learn from my mistakes, someday at least my kids can learn. I can reduce that much of trouble for them.
My parents come from a very conservative family, especially my mother. My dad did have an adventurous life (in comparative degree with my mother’s), But however it isn’t of much use to me. Two reasons-1). Being a girl his adventures can’t help me quite a lot as even in these days girls do not get the freedom boys of those days got(in south India) and so our situations in life would be quite different.2). My father dear has never been very expressive about the faults he committed in life (just a typical man).mothers are usually quite useful in relating their stories of adolescence and the mistakes they made. The intention is absolutely not to degrade themselves but to save their kids from a similar situation. But my mother was an innocent darling who never got the opportunity to commit mistakes (except maybe marrying my Dad, which again was not her mistake; her parents’ mistake, which she has been happily coping with for the past 30years). Yes, she has been able to guide me and my elder sister from mistakes she has seen others commit, just as I learned to avoid punishments watching and avoiding situations she got punished for.
See, how a small sms can put me on to think all this…… I cant restrict myself from thinking.
I can request my friends not to send me such provocative sms ……
What do you think????? Let me know.

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Link to my first blog post : Life Is No Where?

Need Your Views/Opinion

2010-04-10T00:55:00.001+05:30

All married men I know show major regret on being married.
All married women I know,are eager to list out uncountable 'solid reasons' why unmarried days as a spinster were bliss.
There is a very very small percentage of people who don't grumble about being married.

If marriage is that awful, what in the world do everyone get married for?
Or is there an unspoken rule about saying no good of marriage; a rule to forever frown over your coexistence with another person?

Back With an Award!

2010-04-10T00:25:00.001+05:30

Sonia Sunny Thomas from Random Thoughts has awarded me the Beautiful Blogger Award.

Though she awarded this to me on the 24th of February, the delay is owe to all that has been happening & keeping me away from Blogosphere.

Rules!
* Mention the name and link of the person who awarded it to you - I already did.
*Thank the person - As if I needed a rule for it. Anyways, Thanks Sonia (you were right; outright silly rule)
*copy and paste the award on my blog - Yeah, another rule to tell me what to do where it would have been done even without it.
*Mention 7 things I find beautiful.
*Pass it on to 7 beautiful bloggers.

So, the 7 things I find beautiful.. Choosing 7 from the whole long list isn't easy. But I need the exercise to snap out of inactivity.

LOVE

It makes everything; almost everything around beautiful.

[ Oops! think I sounded too mushy. its the pre-effects of getting married, do bear with me. Though I must say, life does seem beautiful with love.]

ART

Any form of art appeals to me. A good piece of art is not only a work of beauty but can render their beauty to the surroundings too.

BABIES

oh they have an innocence and cuteness that is one of the most beautiful things in life. This beauty is not restricted to the babies of only human beings, but almost the young ones of dogs, cats, birds, rabbits,goats, cows, hen... All kiddos are beautiful.

WOMEN

All girls/ladies/women I see, happen to be beautiful. Some simply because of how they look, some by what they do, some because of their words and most of all because of what they are.

SAREES

Of late, the saree craze has got into me. Sarees are gorgeous; to look at and to see others wear. Though it comes down a bit in rating when we have to wear it, commute in Public transport and manage for 9 hours in office.. Yet, without doubt a beautiful attire.

MY SISTER

Ever since I was a kid the word beautiful has had a constant synonym; my sister. Though precisely 11 years elder to me, she still maintains her beauty (overt and inert) to the point that people ask me if am her elder sister. I just fear one thing..ten years down the line people asking me if am her mom... definitely not impossible.

KERALA

I have forever been in love with Bhopal. However the love for Kerala is comparative new. Kerala's natural beauty makes it "the" destination for a spa treatment of our senses, a visual treat guaranteed.

Now, the big task... passing it on to 7 beautiful bloggers.

* Butterfly

* Farida

* Yemiledu

* Supriya

* I'm Nu

* Alice in Wonderland

* Choco

Again, as usual, doing the tag is not necessary.Have the award, flaunt it and 'njoy Blogging!

What If ... ?

2010-02-06T21:43:00.001+05:30

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 7; the seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

He had been walking for hours. He almost stumbled over a child; lying there covered in blood with missing limbs.Bile rose in his throat; he indulged. He knew he had no energy left to even puke anymore. Yet he dragged himself to walk on.He had to.. somehow. He had to get away from all this...

Yesterday when he returned from his shift and browsed for more than an hour before finally giving in to sleep, he had not even dreamed of having to face a day like this. And that too the very next day..

He didn't know what actually woke him - the loud noise or the cries or the pain that shot through his body or the eerie feeling of fear he had never experienced before. When senses returned to him, they did so with a lot of pain. He could feel blood gush out of his ears and saw a broken bone protruding out of his left hand with blood and flesh exposed. That was when he first threw-up that day.

He tried to compose himself. He looked around. What he saw, he could never have believed. There were no homes, no vehicles on the usually busy roads and not even roads to be seen.. All that could be seen was debris - concrete, dust, carcass and blood. For once, he couldn't stand the crimson color. He had always loved to see his love wearing crimson colored dresses.

He ran, as fast as he could. He must see her. Hoping she was unhurt, he had run. He had ran for hours and on the way all he had seen was destruction and death. He had stopped just enough to let the vomit escape before running on and on again. The few people who were alive like him, were in tears over their lost ones. Some refused to leave the shattered body parts of their family, some could not even cry.

But he couldn't find her house. With all this debris and the usual landmarks not to be seen, he couldn't even be sure this was the place where she lived. Something within him told him that he had lost her. He had lost the one who had loved him the most. He wished he had called her yesterday, he wished he could just hear her voice.

He thought about his parents. They were with his pregnant sister in the Gulf country. He wondered how vast this destruction was. He hoped they were fine, but he had no way of knowing. No TV's anywhere, he never got to retrieve his smart phone, no computer, no internet . He didn't even know if the Third World War had started and this was its resultant or if this was just another terrorist attack where his city got targeted. He didn't know why he survived...

He wanted to lie down somewhere. He wanted to stop the pain growing inside him. He wanted to nurse his hand which had become numb with pain. He wanted the flies to leave his wounded arm alone. He wanted to turn deaf to the wails of cries around. He wanted to eat.

He couldn't believe how among all this he could feel so hungry and so desperate for food. Yet he had to. He walked on and on. Looking for someplace he would get something to eat. He remembered all that food he dumped casually in the office canteen's waste basket because it was too salty or less spicy or just not interesting enough. He remembered ordering more than he could eat at restaurants and without regret binning them. He wished he could have a morsel from them now..just a morsel.

He knew he had walked out of city limits when he saw fields. He felt happy. There would be something to eat. But even the fields were destroyed. Then he saw a partially destroyed paddy field. Yet he felt defeated, it was recently farmed, it was not even near ripe. But hunger gripped him and he knew his life depended on it.

He fell on his knees and struggling to keep his left hand out of the way, he uprooted each blade of paddy with his nails and fingers. He found a grain of sprouted rice on its end. He split it open to find a white thing within. He scraped and ate it.It was hardly enough for him to even taste it. Yet he kept on repeating it. He dug with his fingers on the hard ground, scraped the mud till his nails and fingers were bruised & bleeding - for each unharmed grain in the fields.. With every grain, his eyes filled up with tears...

When he woke up his heart beats were abnormally slow. He panicked. He looked around. Everything was intact. It took several minutes before he could convince himself that it was a dream.

But he could never again live like he did till the day before. He could never forget that dream. He could never shake off all that he felt in the dream. He could never again take life and its blessings for granted. He grew to value what he had. His life would never be the same...

There was one question that drove him to live a new life, more than anything else : "What if the dream came true???" In today's world it is not an impossible thing. In fact many fellow human beings might have actually gone through worse..

Till he lived, his every action was haunted with the question, What if... ; yet it only brought him happiness and an odd sense of fulfilled living...

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Tagttricked !!!

2010-01-30T23:12:00.003+05:30

OK! am back to posting. The doc says no more need for injections ( **hurrraaaayy**) but since I let the cold and cough come into me and stay for soo long, it will take time to drive them off (something like encroachment thingy)..the pills and cough syrup manage to leave me half drowsy all the time and yet at night, I have trouble sleeping;once I sleep, I have trouble getting up... So whatever be the technical realities, your GET WELL SOON wishes have paid off, am actually feeling better. In the meantime, Supriya tagged me with the "10 Thingy Tag" which happens to be her third tag, and my third tag in a row too..

10 things that make me smile

Jokes [yeah am that predictable :) ]
Kids and Pets [same degree, so same number]
Meeting or talking to Manu.
Books ;especially if someone else gifts them to me (in short - getting what I love without spending for it)
Bruno (he makes me feel glad to have come back home ;every single day without fail)
humor in blogs of my blog pals, to mention a few, Sorcerer , Alice, Blunt Edges, ..... (I mean there are loads;and in some way or the other most of the blogs that I follow make me feel like smiling or happy that am following them )
Seeing my parents lovingly play pranks at each other(especially Dad), fight over it, laugh over it - subtly without ever saying they love each other, making the feeling evident.
Remembering my childhood and past days and incidents
Being at grandma's place with all those fields, trees to climb, cousins to play & loiter around with, guarding the fields with tin cans(yeah, granma thinks we are more effective than scarecrows)
my guy's calls (mentioned last but not at all the least-infact the daily dose comes from this point)

10 things that I just don't have the guts to do

Shake hands with height; it terrifies me. I remember being the only person on the crazy swing(they call it Space Gun) in Veega Land (an Amusement Theme Water Park in Kerala) who did not scream my guts out when the swing hung upside down, holding each with a belt around waist which threatened to break any moment and the rest of the body dangling 18.5 meters above ground. Oh, not because I wasn't scared, I think I was momentarily dead. (Psst: I got onto the ride because I felt ashamed of saying that am scared of height)
Catch a cockroach (I remember paying guys in school for each cockroach they caught and brought for me to be used in Zoology practical classes)
Kill anything - be it insects, cockroach, spiders,snake,whatever -even mosquitoes (It irks my parents to see me shoo away any mosquito sitting and drinking up my blood.)
Engage in verbal fight with my parents. I react in other ways - moving out of the room, acting as if am deaf, not coming out of my room at all, keeping myself locked up in my room (I do so, 'cos I always felt that it angers my parents more if we speak back or talk to them trying to make them understand that they are wrong; but somehow my silence too irks my parents ... Gosh!!! they can be difficult, at times)
Go for a movie to a theater alone.
Drive a four wheeler on the NH.
Adopt a child (though am in love with the gesture, want to do it with all my heart, but I won't have my parents support and haven't got the guts to speak to my guy about it yet)
Take a lift from a stranger - no matter how urgent the situation be.
Sweet talk. Its a facade I cannot carry; I have to feel good about you to be good to you, I cannot do anything for doing sake, no matter how much I try. I end up feeling miserable and eventually they'd know if I don't like them (If I like them, they'll keep guessing - Its hard for me to emote my love in words)
Break my dreams or cross over anyone else's dreams for anything in the world.

Now, that I have realised that not all my blogger friends cherish having a tag, I keep it open. If I am a follower of your blog, I award you this tag. If you haven't already have it and do not have a problem doing it, you are heartily welcome to take it up.

*Cheers & Peace

Tic Tag Two

2010-01-24T03:46:00.002+05:30

Going through a bit of a tough time nowadays with having to deal with pain, doctors, nurses, injections (all of which I dislike). As if all this wasn't getting to my nerves, my mom is using the huge number of tablets the Doc gave me (think he needed a guinea pig to test several tabs the med representatives gave him for free -but which he royally charged me for) as an excuse to bug me with a glass of milk two times a day. Luckily Bruno loves milk & is ever ready to help me in such situations. He doesn't leave a trace of milk in his bowl. Thus mom happy, me happy, and Bruno happy. But I need some time to get back to my healthy self before coming back with my Banter. However, in the meantime, I have decided not to neglect dear Banter Battery and am going to do the tag, Supriya bestowed me with.

8 TV shows/News Channels I like to watch

Am not much of an Idiot-box person esp since the past 10 years. Yet :

Bomkesh Bakshi - our very own Indian Sherlock Holmes.
Wonder Years (though I saw the downloaded version recently)
Friends ( have seen just the first season, need to get hold of the rest and watch them too -again the downloaded version)
Tom & Jerry ( phhbbtttt if you laugh at this)
NDTV 24/7
Boogie - Woogie (long time back- don't know if that show exists now or not)
Texavery
Madart at Pogo

8 Places to eat and dine:

Zero Degree - The ultimate ice cream destination
Papa Panchu or its new avatar "Zabardast" -it keeps me closer to the North Indian dishes I grew up eating.
Zam Zam - for Shavai Chicken /Grilled Chicken
Ambrosia -for the pastries, cakes and Club Sandwich
Barista -college time hangout for some gud creamy cappuccino
Empire, Bangalore- for their Mallu parrotas and affordable good food.
Sukh Sagar & Royal Palace - another college/hostel time hangout for decent food.
Kwality Sweets, Bhopal - school time hangout (probably the place that gave me a sweet tooth and a soft corner for dhoklas..

8 Things I Look Forward To

Getting married - never thought I'd say this. :)
Being better at all my life roles than I had been till now.
Do my wedding shopping - that's a surprise for me too, being a person who enjoys shopping only if its for books.
Having a get-together with all my close old pals - from school and college and hostel.
Meeting my nephew - he refuses to talk on phone for more than 2 minutes now as he claims to be tired after school and wants to come visit his Chitta (that's me) only because she has a red truck waiting for him. [3 and a half year old but definitely male :-p ]
Feeling relieved of the pain and discomfort am going through.
Doing target practice of shooting on nurses who think putting holes in every possible area of my hand is their duty and then say "vein not there" with a glare - Oh yeah, i purposefully hide my veins or have taken them off and kept them safely in the cupboard so that you have a tough time & I get more of these beautiful bleeding holes in my hands.
Learning to knit sweaters and socks from wool.

8 Things That Happened Yesterday:

Visited the hospital to feel better ; came out feeling worse.
Wanted to sleep; in the bargain lost my breath.
Got a ban from amma (my mom) for playing with my pets; the kiddo goats and especially Bruno. - One ban I knew i'd break the instant mom is out of sight. Love Bruno!
Missed out to be in office with people who make me feel better instantly to be with people who hurt me with injections and did everything possible to make me grumpy.
Spoke to my guy . For a change he spoke more and I listened, as he din't want me to take strain -only gud thing that happened yesterday.
Tried sleeping after having a white pill, an orange pill and a tonic; but ended up sitting up throughout the night wondering if I'd make it to the morning.
Mom kept asking if am feeling well and I kept lying, 'cos I could bear with the growing pain inside me, but couldn't bear to see my parents worried.
I spoke to tension queen, my sis (side effects of being a perfectionist). Miss her!

8 Things I love about Winter

Reminds me of school days with sweaters, cardigans, overcoats, mufflers and gloves.
Get to wear loads of clothes, in effect feeling like bundled up cosily in bed even while walking
Christmas and Christmas carols.
No sweat !
Cozy sleep
Snowfall
My mom says am warm even in the chillest of chill (hot blooded femme) so she lets me hug her and sleep in winter. Love it!
Seeing Bruno sit only on his chair specially padded with warm cushions and quilts.

8 Things on my Wish-list

Having my books published.
Having my own personal library which would multitask as my "me" place with entry and access to no one else, except maybe a pet dog/cat.
Going back in time, shooting the person who discovered injections and wiping it off from the world. (At least my world)
Being myself forever.
Do my PhD in Psychology
Find a dentist I ain't scared of.
Get a grip on my fears.
Buy a Army jeep and modify it into my dream Gypsy.

8 Things I am Passionate about

Writing
Reading
Music
Psychology
Traveling
Photography
Pets
Teaching

8 Words/Phrases I often use

Koranga... /Korangii (means monkey)
Oh pinnee....
Dushtaa (cruel guy/gal)
Oowwsomeee
Cool
Yikes
Hakuna Matata
Pandaram adangaan - trying to change it (recently knew that it means death ) :(

8 Things I learnt from the past

I can't get over loosing a pet.
My memories are my best time pass.
I love kids
Teaching excites me as much as writing.
I love myself the way I am.
I cannot be a show bunny.
I have weird choices.
I do what I feel is right and which I am sure I can convince my most loved ones (even if they have a different opinion) as atleast "not wrong".

8 Places I would like to go /Visit

Bhopal
Vaishnodevi
Pachmari
Silent Valley
Agumbe
Hoganakkal /Coorg
Leh/Ladakh
All places in Kerala

the list is actually endless - am a certified travel freak

8 Things I currently need/want.....

Cash - month end, you see :)
Good health
Sleep
Hot thick sweet corn soup
More channelized brain activity (or atleast some brain activity )
A good camera
A 'decent' no-frill mobile to replace my no-frill mobile.
Cash again (month ends I tend to be obsessed with it)

8 Blogging Buddies I want to Tag

Gosh! At last thats over.. Din't think this was soooooooo long .

P.S. : Just like I always say, all those whom I have tagged have the option of not doing it if they have already got the tag recently or have done similar tags..

Happy writing! Lemme try if sleep would have sympathy on me atleast now!

Tag Time

2010-01-18T00:44:00.007+05:30

I was kind of brain-drained 'cos of lack of sleep from the past several days. I needed something to shake me off and buckingfastard gave me the necessary push. It came as a tag and the timing was purrfect. Thanks bf !! So ready, set , go!

1. What is your current obsession?

Diaries (it always is at this point of the year)

2. What are you wearing today?

Sunday, so casuals and my self made flip flops

3. What’s for dinner?

Parents have had typical Mallu food,with fish & fish fry too; am bunking as am veggie today and fasting tomorrow.

4. What’s the last thing you bought?

big list of small things. main items(cost wise) was a couple of diaries and dog food.

5. What are you listening to right now?

my Mom nagging at me!

6. What do you think about the person who tagged you?

A guy who writes hilarious stuff as well as serious ones, and whose name hasn't ceased to amuse me yet.

7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?

Agumbe, Karnataka

8. What are your must-have pieces for summer?

Loads of water, vacation

9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?

My first instinct was to say Bangalore,near my fiance -but no, he is sleeping like a baby. I'd rather go to Ernakulam near Nidhi, my best friend and listen to her talking talking and talking for the full whole hour.

10. Which language do you want to learn?

Spanish -sexy language.

11. What’s your favourite quote?

I think life is attrition and accumulation ; attrition of soul & accumulation of fat... Wish it was the other way round!

12. Who do you want to meet right now?

wrong time. but I want to meet my guy, Manu , Browny (boo hu hu) and Nidhi. Of them whoever is awake, I'd gladly meet.

13. What is your favourite colour?

scarlet and white

14. Were you a Mamma's pet or Papa's pet?

Neither - I was my sister's pet (literally).

15. What is your dream job?

a creative writing job, a great boss, a great office, awesome colleagues, cool work culture and a good ice cream shop nearby.. (Gee, am "in" my dream job)

16. What’s your favorite magazine?

Readers Digest

17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?

$60 will go directly to my parents, $20 I'll buy a gift for my guy, $ 5 for toys for Manu, $5 to buy some stuff for Bruno(my pet), $10 for books for myself.

18. What do you consider a fashion faux pas?

bling

19. Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon?

Bipasha Basu (Her fans can ignore this answer)

20. What kind of haircut do you prefer?

Anything that is preceded by oil massage, shampooing, conditioning .. (a great combo) . Brute Rocks!!

21. What are you going to do after this?

Try to get some sleep.

22. What are your favourite movies?

Chak De, Taare Zameen Par, Dushman, Ice Age 2& 3, Ratatouille, Up, Music & Lyrics.. and the list is kinda endless.

23. What inspires you?

Creativity, Power, Intelligence and comments on my blog. :)

24. What do your friends call you most commonly?

Meens..Meenaksh.. Meenashki.. Blikuse.. there are more, but am not gonna dig my own grave here..

25. Would you prefer coffee or tea?

coffee. black and sweet.

26. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?

have an ice cream or write or drown myself in music.

27. What makes you go wild?

People invading my personal space, especially my personal physical space.

28. Which other blogs do you love visiting?

All the blogs that am following.

29. Favorite Dessert/Sweet?

Cake n Ice cream ; milk peda, guess I have a BIG sweet tooth. I love all sweets(not chocolates nor toffees)

30. How many tabs are turned on in ur browser right now?

4 - gmail, orkut, blogger and banterbattery.

31. Favorite Season?

Winter, even rainy season -provided I can stay at home.

32.Whats ur current facebook status msg?

need to check. feeling lazy to open another tab and check wats the current status on FB.

33. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?

Press the ignore button and smile.

34. What are you afraid of the most?

Getting stuck amongst techie geeks who are adamant to rant on about servers and codes and what not; AND not finding a way to escape the torture.

35. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?

When I smile it kinda makes me smile too..

36. What brings a smile on your face instantly?

Ice cream, Bruno, babies, talk session with Manu, call/msg from my guy.

37. A word that you say a lot?

Shaaeeeee.... Pandaram adangan(which means, gosh! I don't really know).There's another word but am on ultimatum not to use it anymore.. zipped up :(

38. Tell us a bad PJ u heard recently??

Why one? take a load. am surrounded by PJs

Q: Jackie Chan ki saas ka naam kya hai?

Socho, socho. Nahi pata?

Ans: D'Cold; Because..... Chan ki saans - D'Cold!!!!!!!

Q:Chalo ab batao, Jackie Chan ki bahu ka naam kya hai?

This one's really simple..
Ans: D'Cold again... Kyunki saans bhi kabhi bahu thi

Q: What did the kangaroo say when she found her baby missing?
Ans: ….Aaila!!!!! kisine mera pocket maar liya(someone picked my pocket)

Q: An elephant falls in love with an ant.but Ant’s parents r against their marriage…guess y??
They gave a solid reason…
Ans: Ladke ke daanth bahar hai.

39: Whats the best thing that's happened to you?

I was born.

Rules for those who are tagged:
Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. Then tag few new set of people.

I go ahead and tag:

Miss_me
Hashir Tufail
Farila
Asif
Alley
Karthik
Blunty
Supriya
Shekhar Shimpi ( Shekhar, looking forward big time to your tag answers. I can bet them to be one of a kind.).

P.S. : Pals, if any of you have already received it and have done this tag recently, do ignore this. 'Cos I wouldn't want you awesome bloggers to redo a tag

The Dance Party !!!

2010-01-04T21:26:00.014+05:30

A special New Year has seeped in with the “Dance Party”. The mood was set in by DJ Minkinz (by the way that’s me ). The equipment was my Vaio lappy with additional speakers. The venue: my upstairs room. The party people, err party person was good old me (who else would say my DJ ing was good?)

The upstairs bedroom is my “Me” bedroom; which I chose to fry myself in solitude. Its 100% sound proof. My solitude can be quite noisy at times.

I seriously had a great time; better than I ever had. I have discovered the joys of throwing a dance party at home to yourself; or on a more romantic occasion your partner (if & only if the partner can guarantee to dance without squishing your toes to pulp). The major pointers:

Don’t have to break our heads in deciding what to wear. Can wear anything. No one is gonna ogle or stare.

Ample floor space for even the craziest of dance session.

Preservation of personal space (told you am obsessed with it).

No smoke; no smokers.

No booze; no drunks.

No risk of feeling intoxicated by the collective smoke & smell of booze let out by the overcrowding fellow dancers.

No one trying to hit on you while all you wanna have is a crazy dancing time.

NO knocked – off – from- senses friends trying to force or coax you into drinking ("just a sip, please") or smoking ("Hey once. For me").

No “scenes” to get distracted.

No wicked looking bouncers.

Absolutely no waiting for your favorite dance numbers.

No inhibitions whatsoever.

These are just the major pointers, scores of minor ones exist. Hope everyone had a nice time at the start of the New Year – in a gang or all by yourself. Have fun throughout 2010!!!

Goatscape

2010-01-01T23:26:00.001+05:30

It all started with Chippy.The first thing I noted was her long ears when she came in as a months old goat to our home. My parents said they had too much of free time at hand to handle. So Chippy was like a daughter (never seen them pamper me like that. huh! ) to my parents. After several months she gave birth to 2 baby goats.

They were soo sweet.I named them Chikku & Chinnu. But Bruno (my pet dog) somehow din't like me being too close to them (though he was as friendly to them as if he was a goat too),so I kept my distance. After some time Chippy gave birth to 3 more . But by then I had lost interest. Due to the overcrowding, we gave off Chippy & 2 of her latest born. So we were left with just three. Chikku, Chinnu & one of the latest born(for the sake of a name, I called him Chinnas).

Now,as luck would have it, the goats at my home have made up there mind on over populating. So Chinnu & Chikku gave birth on 24th of December. Chinnu had 3 and Chikku had 2.

Now there are 8 of them, 5 of which bleat almost throughout the night.

I don't name them anymore. They give birth to these kids, let them search for names. :-P

Feliz Año Nuevo! Disfrute!!!

2009-12-31T23:52:00.003+05:30

So, the year 2009 is gonna end . New Year is the time to look back, think, plan ahead. Since its a huge load of work and serious brain work, I usually skip it except for making RESOLUTIONS. this year too I might make some, but at the moment am feeling major lazy. Plus being the last single New Year I will have, am not gonna miss an opportunity to bring out my craziness. So am going for a dancing celebration. Howzzat ???? Dance party is my fave and it would be the best if there are good ice creams, juice and eatables for the party. Fortunately or unfortunately no ice creams, juices or eatables shall be there. Still not letting that dampen my spirit am getting ready for a non-stop night!!!

Oh must say was fasting today as its Thiruvathira (a Mallu traditionally important day for the ladies). And we have no holiday tomorrow. So an extremely exhausted me would face the New Year especially after the Dance Night... But all's fair in love and party.

Just before I sign off (to avoid being late) I want to wish each and everyone a Happy & Successful 2010. Wishing that the New Year brings more joy and happiness than the Past Year and that several dreams (i specify , no nightmares) come true...I shall later elaborate bout the party. For now, I hope you have a better time than am gonna have.

Come on in 2010 !

P.S : One of my close pals is planning to get married on 20th of October 2010 ( 20 .10. 2010). Now how cool is that?? Only problem, the parents of the gal r against their marriage & the gal is not yet ready to elope. Am the last one to hope that a girl elopes with her guy leaving her parents in doom (esp in Kerala) but Handsome Hunk, you have been a great friend; for you I hope that everything turns out well and you get your Reshma on the day you have planned on! All the very very best buddy..

*** See now am drunk with emotions. All set for the New Year Dance party (freestyle)

Keep it Coming !!!

2009-12-26T10:17:00.002+05:30

Christmas is in the air and its another year that my stocking was left empty. Santa failed to turn up this year too.

But but but...
Am not completely without any gifts. Ekan has given me a gift/award 'A present For Your Blog'. Though he had given it to me quite some time back, I take it up now in the occasion of Christmas. However this award has no set rules as on passing to other bloggers and other stuff. But as its Christmas and the best time to gift, I present this to all the blogger am stalking/following. Please accept my humble Present for your Blog and keep blogging. Its a token to say - I njoy reading your blogs.

Now, thats not it.
Blunt Edges has awarded me the "No Name Award". I did think of naming the poor nameless award (It must be feeling bad not having a name and all). But refraining from it, I move on to follow the rules laid down in the award and the tag. The rules are:

1) List 7 things about yourself that nobody knows.

2) Pass on this award to 7 other people.

3) Comment on their blog and let them know that they are tagged.

Hmm.. So 7 things about me that nobody knows:

1). Fancy dress was one of the competitions I have zealously participated throughout my school life(amongst others). When I was in my 8th standard, teachers still used to call me apple, 'cos I won the Fancy Dress Competition in my KinderGarten class fancy dress as an apple (they say I actually looked like one even without the costume.)
2). I cannot sleep without atleast 4 pillows and 2 bedsheets.
3). I share a much deeper bond with Browny than Bruno. Though I love them the same. Browny was my first dog; my companion through my teen years. Bruno came in my life when I started college. Browny was my bestest of best friend and Bruno is my most favourite pet .
4).Other than a Bruno, I have 8 goats at home; 5 of them new born on the 23rd of December 2009. All are pure white with long ears. Though I love to see the cotton balls jump around, I keep a distance 'cos Bruno doesn't like me being too close to the other pets. Talk about possessiveness. Also have a hen and an adopted kitty cat. None of the pets are allowed inside home.
5).I gel in with animals and kids more than the others. I have had several scenes in the bus, when kids in nearby seats get into my lap (m happy about it and I njoy making them laugh- love that gurgling sound and expression) but refuse to let me go even when my stop has arrived.
6). I am very particular about my personal space; physically & emotionally. am in love with that phrase "personal space" too. I can't tolerate people standing too close to me.
7). I am not really in love with insects. I cannot sleep if there is a lizard or spider seen anywhere in my room. Lizards have the tendency to jump near or over me (have always dodged, screamed and ran for my life), spiders just creepes me out. Have always had a nightmare of an ant getting into my ear.I refuse to go to the bathroom the whole night/day if I see even a tiny weeny cockroach there.

So, thats done. I pass on this Nameless Award to :

http://shrutirulz.blogspot.com/

http://christiejolu.blogspot.com/

http://unalloyedwritingpleasure.blogspot.com/

http://tajilynn.blogspot.com/

http://truthabtmeself.blogspot.com/

http://thewondersofalice.blogspot.com/

http://dialoguewithyou.blogspot.com/

Having done my part, hopeful that I get more awards 'cos I have several worthy ones to pass on to.. ;)

Have a wonderful festive season!!

The Puke Trip

2009-12-19T00:25:00.001+05:30

Recently, I went on a trip to Coimbatore with friends.When we were deciding on rooms, we decided on a budget version for 3 of us. A double room with an extra bed. We knew we would not be using the room much anyways , 'cos the entire plan suggested we would be out almost the whole day, would be back just to sleep. so why bother with individual rooms. And saving was part of the agenda too. For the first time in my blogging, am not gonna put names, except mine. So I'll call them just Girl A and Girl B. Girl A has my friendship for sometime now. But Girl B is relatively new acquaintance to me. I found it easy to gel with her.

So, after check in, while I was busy getting breakfast & stuff, my companions got themselves kick-started with beverages.I must say, that I have absolutely nothing against people who drink, be it men or women. A lot of my very close friends do and I find it as a person's individual choice.

However when we went out, Girl A felt extremely sleepy, so we cancelled the whole plan and got back to room with a plan to resume our plan by afternoon once she had her much necessary rejuvenating nap.

So again I was stuck in the room with Girl A & Girl B drinking. Jack Daniels got emptied out. Girl A kept mentioning that Girl B is good at taking it "neat". Guess Girl A was spilling stuff.I have no way of knowing 'cos I was drowning my irritation on the TV set on the extra bed.Finally Girl A sleeps (read passes out). Girl B is quite loud in her expressions. I try to cool off. I can see Girl B trying to roll over Girl A to come closer to me.Oh no, she was just trying to just roll over Girl A (my dog does that all the time with my feet).Girl B staggers to the cupboard and takes a Vodka bottle, pours it into the glass. I look at it in amusement.It looks like crystal clear water!!! Gosh, I need to be careful when I drink water. Behind me, I can hear Girl B go to the bathroom..She comes back and plops into bed. I can almost feel fumes on over my head! I couldn't believe being stuck in a Hotel room watching tv with two completely drunk people. I call my fiance. He is a sport. We have a conversation.Give him an update of my terrible temperament. We speak for 10 minutes, by the end of which am almost laughing my head off.Suddenly Girl B jumps up and makes a sound. I turn and see her puking her way to the bathroom.I quickly hang up. She comes back and lay back on the bed. How crude! She din't even clean up her puke. I scrunch my nose and turn my back on her. Another bout and there goes puke all over her side of the bed and floor and all over herself.

She was moaning as if in pain. My Dad doesn't drink, never seen a drinking scene at home, never outside and so am shocked. Knew she was sick, but how seriously, I had no idea. Tried waking up Girl A.No answer. Tried to ask Girl B to get up and wash herself (at least). She mumbles something. I realize, I do not understand the drunken language.
I am no Mother Theresa, but I have no idea what got over me. I half dragged Girl B to the bathroom (never knew the skinny little girl was soooo damn heavy). A one hour struggle ensued wherein I undressed her, gave her a bath and took her back to bed. Another struggle to get her dressed. Lay her on the additional bed. Went back, put her pukey clothes in the bucket..took a bedsheet and cleaned the mess in the room. Washed the bedsheet. cleaned and mopped the whole place. Girl B was still moaning and mumbling with half closed eyes. I was scared out of my wits. I have just once seen my old homemate puke after a drink party, but she had cleaned up her mess and gone to her room to sleep. So, I couldn't understand what was the matter. Who do I call in a new, unknown city? What do I do??I couldn't remember any other situation I had been so damn angry. Yet 3 hours, I sat by her side giving her sips of water, making sure her hands and feet don't turn cold (believe me, I was scared she'd die). After which Girl A woke up.I narrated the happeneings to her, she coolly told me to relax. But I couldn't for another hour till Girl B sat up smiling.

It took all my patience to stop myself from packing my bags and leaving. But then when they all giggle and made quite light of it, I din't feel like hanging on to it and spoiling the already spoiled trip. So, I too acted as if nothign happened. But I refused to go out later in the evening, when both of them were game for it. Not beacuse I was angry about the spoiled trip(That is part of the reason,I confess), but actually due to the fact that my back hurt like hell after all that tug of war in the bathroom, carrying her weight around and cleaning the whole damn room. Plus, I had a headache from the tension.

That night before getting some sleep, I spoke to my would-be-hubby. There was just one thing to say "I know you don't drink; but if in future you decide you want to;I want you to promise that you would never puke; if you do it must be out of the house; if still again you puke within the house be sure you clean your mess yourself." The way he laughed. Think, he took it as a joke. I was and am, however, dead serious.

To all of you, who like drinking - go ahead. Njoy! But stop or atleast don't overdo it when you are with non-drinkers. If thats asking for too much, atleast stop puking all over the place. Be a drunk with some class.

And thanks to the pukey issue, the trip was royally screwed!!! Girl A, Girl B; Thanks for the experience. makes me feel prepared for anything and everything.

Moral of the Trip: Realisation that if there is anything unbearable to me, it would be having to see what someone had for breakfast & lunch in their puke "and" to clean it. Any of my friends would cease to be my friend the moment I am made to tend to their puke (I can take pee n' poop but absolutely no puke).

P.S : Sorry for the 'pukey' post. Had to put out my irritation somewhere.

Promising better banter next time,

Meenakshi

Cleaning my Foot !

2009-12-16T22:48:00.000+05:30

Something seems to have got into my head;or more aptly my foot. I seem to be obsessed with its cleanliness.There was a time, I loved my feet. They were flawless. The object of my admiration every night before sleep. But now.. blame it on the chic sandals that have left my feet exposed to pollution,sandal-bites,rain water,sun,moon and what not ; I sleep with a socks on to avoid looking at my pathetic feet. My former homemate found it strange, but dismissed it as one of my many eccentricities. All my friends maintain that my feet look pretty. But I maintain -not pretty enough for my liking! However I too dismissed this uncanny obsession as another of my "different" traits. I wash my feet more times than I would wash my face. I use soap to wash my face, but Lotus face wash is used on my feet. I have no cream for my face, but I use Dove moisturizing cream for my feet. But things went a bit too far last Sunday.I found in a magazine a way to have a pedicure at home (I hate going to beauty parlour, so I pounced on the advice) and tried it:
1) Remove your nail polish with a quality nail polish remover.
2) Put your feet in hot water with shampoo mixed in it. Keep moving your feet moving it slightly rubbing them agianst each other till the water turns cold.
3) use pumice stone and gently rub your feet.
4) use a foot file and scrub off with pressure all dead layers of skin from your feet.
5) use an exfoliating creame and gently massage your feet.
6) Wash off.
7) Put 2 coats of nailpolish and allow to dry

I followed each step painstakingly with a greed for nothing more than awesome looking feet.
The result :
*I spent 296 Rs in the commodities needed (the gas charges, etc not included 'cos I get it free at home)
*I burn my feet slightly (I am not sure if my toes look pinkish because of the massage or because they are half cooked)
*My legs have scratch marks as if I was caught inside a thicket full of metal thorns.(They get darker and uglier with each passing day - never thought I could be such a sadist with myself).

So I have a resolution already in mind for the coming year; to get over the obsession with the cleanliness of my feet. If I can manage to survive happily with an unclean room and an absolute pandemonium struck wardrobe space, I should be able to live through with dirty feet.

Oops, there seems to be some dirt between my toe nails. Lemme clean it first, catch ya later.

The Official Announcement.

2009-12-04T00:39:00.000+05:30

I am Engaged! I have found the guy I would be spending my life with and a new family am absolutely in love with. My parents are more happy than I can tell and surprisingly, I am happy too.

We would be getting married only next year.. In the meanwhile, we have an official license to some romance-time.

There are a whole load of episodes, tensed nerves and absolutely bonkers times before I could say the above lines. They shall soon be shared.

[ Believe it or not: This was the exact wording on the notice put up on the Display board on the Reception of the Hotel we got engaged in. Pun or error? I think the later, but can't be sure. Luckily people were so engrossed in everything else, no one other than me and my brother in law found anything amiss in the wordings. My Jijaji; my sister's husband assures me that whoever did it couldn't ever be more right. "You are encaged till you are completely trapped". lol. so planning to enjoy this "encagement" period. Any suggestions,please? ]

My First Love

2009-11-27T23:38:00.000+05:30

The photos of my first love. Prithvi Nair (Manu at home)

Manu, my nephew on his first day in the world.(now he is 3 years old)

But everytime I see this pic, it touches me beyond any other, cos when the bundle of joy was born, the nurse walked in and I was the first one to hold in my arms.a small bundle with an almost red sleeping face, but the way it filled my heart; I can never put in words. Loved him ever since that day: June 16th 2006.

On his 3rd day, he is all thoughts.. my wonder boy..

My darling at 1 year old.

Manu nibbling on his favorite snack ; "Murukku"

my prince

my Manu on his 2nd Christmas on his fave bike.

loves to climb trees.

walks around the home in his dad's shoes : Manu in boots.

Crazy about cars, especially his Dad's car (he says its his and he LETS his dad use it : So very generous)

Manu with his mom( my sister, who has been herself a lot of things for me, though much elder to me, she is the closest to me). Manu loves crackers; though his mom still is scared of them.

He started going to a Montessori School since June 2009 ; and that makes everyday exciting for my parents(his grandparents) and me. I literally spend a large chunk on my phone calls to this little angel (the cutest devil when he wants to be) just to hear him talking on and on in 4 different languages and his rhymes & songs.

Looks all serious, but he is as naughty as I want him to be, but never out of hands. He is growing up at a pace, I find dazzling. This little love of mine loves music, cars, his laptop(gifted on his demand when he started school - who else can I spoil? ) and mobiles. He has grown out of toy mobiles and is trying every perceivable way to get his Mom or Dad or me to get him a real one (he says he needs it to call us immediately if someone bullies him at school - dear smart ass.)

This is how he sleeps.

Blooming in the Rain !

2009-11-26T00:36:00.000+05:30

It fell on my hand first. I looked up. The next one fell on my cheek. I opened my mouth a bit; to let out a gasp of unexpected happiness or to quench my thirst - I don't know, it was just involuntary. By the time the raindrops fell rapidly on me, the hills in the distance seemed blurred with curtains of thick rain drops. I opened my arms wide to welcome the cool downpour. The raindrops hit quite harshly on my face, yet my smile grew; 'cos I knew it would eventually soften up. It ain't strange how it reminded me of you. Yeah, your thought have become so forceful, am unable to push them to the back of my mind. But strangely enough, the thoughts are not of how much I miss you, but how much I feel you close to me, at this very moment. Maybe the reason is this enchanting rain or the murmuring songs of these birds. Strange, how the bird chirping seems so much like human voices as I pay more attention.. I sway around in the breeze to ... Gasp! The bus stop near my office is jam- packed & all eyes are stuck on me. Oh and me, I have never wished more that I could vanish. Drenched from head to toe, I fumble within my handbag for the umbrella and pompously open it. Not that I could get any more wet than I already was; but it did help me hide my face from all those staring, amused, jeering, inquisitive stares.

Why did this rain choose to fall now and spin me into my dream world??

Huh! Less than ten minutes and my reverie gloriously turns to a nightmare. Hmm…Wondering which bus stop I shall be using from tomorrow…

Proud !

2009-11-01T19:07:00.000+05:30

My First Blog Award !

2009-11-01T14:03:00.000+05:30

I received the "Super Scribbler Award " from Janice of My Diary . It surely is a dream come true, but the compartmentalization freak in me won't le tme do the post here, so you can find the post on my blog Pondering here .

Don't forget to check it, to know the 5 bloggers who were passed over this award by me, and if possible do take out time to read them too..

Check the award widget on the left panel. :) I just can't stop grinning.

Superior Scribbler Award

2009-11-01T13:30:00.000+05:30

Yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.. Atlast I have got an award and that too a " Superior Scribbler Award " .

Yeah yeah, I know. Most of you have so many awards by now that an award might seem like a chore to you. But, not so with me. Am as excited as I can be (despite that I am stuck with a persistent bout of flu)

I got the blog award for my 6th and the most recent blog, Reveries & Nightmares . However since am so particular about what goes on in which blog, I felt this blog would be the best to showcase my award (can't make another blog just for awards, unless am sure that I'd be flooded with them- no chance whatsoever + a lot many people shall personally come up and strangle me if I venture into one more blog) and to pass on the award to other blogger friends.

Firstly, the rules of the Awards :

* Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.
* Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.
* Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to This Post, which explains The Award.
* Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!
* Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.

Now, let the music start as I announce the 5 Superior Scribblers :

Blunt Edges (don't know his actual name)
http://blunt-edges.blogspot.com/
Why?? - The writing is effortless, humorous, no big -time vocab displays, relateable topics, very interestign reading material and surely a Superior Scribbler; literally.

Ekanthapadhikan - The Truth About Me-self
http://truthabtmeself.blogspot.com/

Why?? - a multi talented person, whose writing is as good as his singing. Oh, and must say he too is a multiple blogger, like me.

Yellalley95 - Zoinkers!
http://yellaalley95-ugh.blogspot.com/

Why?? - A 14 year old blogger, true from-the-heart writing style. An 8th Grader who gets this Superior Scribbler as an Hats Off gesture for her writing as well as for doing it while still so young. Wishign a great future ahead!

Helen - This is New.
http://thisisnewforhelen.blogspot.com/

Why?? - another 14 year old with a dream to conquer, a girl with potential. Though new to blogosphere, her scribblings are worth the award. Blog on!

Pritish - My Cooking Skill
http://pritishcookswell.blogspot.com/

Why?? - This is one blog, where the why is actually relevant. This is Pritish's cooking recipe blog. However he has another blog where he writes, yet I chose this blog over the other one because his recipes are simple, easy to make and ends up delicious too. Nothing on the recipe list makes you wonder which part of the world you'll have to ransack to get it. Most of us cook, but very few of us write about it, more so with a few scribblings to make it personal. He ain't my Blogger buddy, just a fellow blogger I discovered recently.

All the Awardees can find the Mr. Linky List here and add their names and blog url there.

Now with the task done, I shall move on and tell you about Janice from My Diary who gave me the award. Her blog brings about the terrible times since childhood that she has gone through in life. She is making a book out of it, so that other people who too have gone through hell or are going through it know that they are not alone. Wishing her all the best and hope the book shall be published soon.

Are there any more rules left? Oh I had to say, I have other blogger friends in mind who deserved this Award too, but a few of them have already been given the award, and the rule said just 5 (I was quite tempted to break the rule).

mmm..

2009-10-29T12:47:00.000+05:30

Hmm.. thats a strange title to come from me - I usually give more attention to the title than I ever give to the post.

But am a bit speechless. Don't know how to tell..

Some of my blogging friends were already confused, irritated, convinced of the pointlessness, etc., etc. by the fact that I have not one, not two, not three, not four but five blogs.

Only dear Meenakshi knows how tough it is at times to update all. Sometimes she even ignores one or two of her blogs, but still she prefers to keep a line of compartmentalization to what I write.

As if five were not enough, am adding another one to the list, my sixth blog. Yes, I present to you my sixth blog - Reveries & Nightmares .

Do visit. Waiting for reactions :)

The Dustbin

2009-10-28T00:07:00.000+05:30

Every time I got scolded by my Mom or Dad or had a lost fight with my sister, I would run to the window of our bedroom and cry gazing out of it. Till we changed that house when I was about 6 years old.

I wasn't looking at the sky or the vehicles passing by on the road, but the huge municipal dustbin right across the street.There was a bond I shared with it that no one knew...

I don't remember much from that period of time, but there are a few I shall never forget. When I was about 3 year old, my sister told me something that affected me the way she would never have dreamed of. She told me how they got me...

My mom and my sister were going to the temple when they heard a wail from the dustbin. At first they decided to ignore and keep walking, but the cries were heart wrenching and they couldn't help but walk over to the huge dustbin (It was about 5 feet tall and very wide -supposed to hold the garbage for the whole neighborhood). There they saw a small baby lying over the garbage heap. My parents surely din't want another kid - they had their brilliant daughter and what else could they want (of course my sister was the one telling me- she won't belittle herself). But the child was plump, fair and the way it looked at my Mom and sister with those big eyes & pleading cries made them to pick her up. And guess what, that was me.

Now, if you believed this story, am not surprised. I did, for a long long time, till I had solid proof that it was not true. If you din't believe, you are the smart ones like my sister. Most of my friends have heard stories like these, like having to buy them from the market, getting them in exchange for a kilo of tomato and stuff. But the way my sister told me and my Mom's silence when I went to confirm did the trick for me. (My mom had told a story to my sister like this when she was young, so my Mom had to support this prank of my dear sister).

However ridiculous it seems now, it din't feel so back then. I kept yearning to find my real parents, wondering who would they be, why they left me in the dustbin, what would have made them abandon me. If passer-bys couldn't resist taking me up, how could my real parents leave me just like that; and that too on top of rotting pile of garbage?

There was this sense of self worth that crumpled somewhere within ; me- the one my own parents din't want. Anything and everything my parents did for me, I saw it as if a favor to me - a debt I shall repay when am able enough to. I never dared to ask my parents for money (sure my parents were quite fine with it and never really knew why, except that they thought am a person who values money at such a young age) as I felt they were spending enough for my education, food and all.

Not that I wasn't naughty or din't enjoy my childhood, but there was a nagging pain that always gnawed within. By the time I was 12-13 I had finally believed that the story was just a cook-up , but by then it was too late to wipe off the attachment I felt for that particular dustbin (I am least interested in other dustbins). There was a bond I felt with the dustbin the way one feels with the cradle you slept in as a child.

I miss my Dustbin !!! (Now, that was just a dramatic over reaction)

Painting

2009-10-27T22:32:00.000+05:30

Now that is my eye, drawn by a colleague at office. Howzzat??? It was a surprise gift.

The artist while at work.

PS: The artist is Mr. Shajeer S. working in the same organization with me. A professional genius in art.

I'm with them.

2009-10-26T23:00:00.000+05:30

The First Post

2009-10-25T23:55:00.000+05:30

Now, this wasn't an easy step. There were so many events , so many memories, so many experiences (pleasant & not so pleasant) which I shall never let go. Tried puting them in a diary before, but never found it safe enough.. But now when I think of a lot of things, they seem to evoke an amused smile, sometimes an unbearable pain. But the stuff I want to blurt out would not fit into any of the blogs yet. Not because of anything except that they are so meaningful for me, might be of interest to people whose life I trod on in the future, the people in whose lives I have been a part yet never really knew me.....

Or maybe am just a case of uncontrollable severe blogobsession mania.

Whatever it is, hope its a good read!!!