My pensieve

Round and Round..

2009-08-06T23:17:00.008+01:00

There are some questions in my mind for which I have not been able to find answers. They are cyclic, round and round they go. The beginning is an end and the end is a beginning. I am hoping for some views that would help me get over with them.

Adoption:

Are we giving innocent children lives? or Does adoption lead to more orphans? Does it give a wrong hint to those women, that there are people out in the world, who would take care of thier babies?

Crackers:

Buying crackers are we promoting child labour? or are we providing some life to a thousands of children who otherwise would turn to begging, stealing or worse?

Brain drain:

More people choosing to go out of India for career, education, is it depriving India of its original talents or bringing in more investments and perspective for the growth of the nation.

Condoms:

Are we advising safer sex or encouraging people to indulge premarital affairs. Rather I would say culture disintegration.

Vegetarianism: Yes it’s a new religion.

By opting to be vegetarians, are we protecting other living creatures, or are we disturbing the eco system.

Insight into friendship

2009-08-05T21:55:00.013+01:00

Some parts of the world just finished celebrating friendship day. I am not a big fan of celebrating days for friends, grandparents, husband day. I have a feeling, they are more of marketing gimmicks. Every relationship could be honored, celebrated any day our hearts go for it. There are some celebrations dating back many years which I don’t question either.

This friendship day, for no specific reason I sat thinking of the wonderful things about friendship and its oddity. Yes I did say ODDity. It’s very strange. Categorized like credit cards, silver platinum... nothing to blame...just that there are friends, good friends, best friends and now the bestest friends. I think it’s only for friendship "best" becomes plural. I can have many best friends, and I do.

I wonder how two people become friends. It’s not like-mindedness. If its so, then all my friends should be of similar characteristics. Its not forced and followed, like an arranged marriage, where it starts as forcibly identifying the best of both and working on it. Sometimes its situation, room mates, play mates. Sometimes working together, spending more time works. Some do become friends due to incidents like help offered, accidents, functions.. But there is oddity too. Not all incidents lead to a new friendship. No similarity. Is it sharing, caring? But there are friends with whom I really don’t share anything. Not even a regular phone call, still I know they are there for me. When I meet, I talk as if we talked every other day. When we don’t, I know everything is fine out there. I am so confident same age, same sex and alike are out of league.

Friends come in many flavors. I am so proud to say, I have a dozen best friends. Really close to my heart. Everybody is different. I share a very unique relationship with each one of them. One is like a family to me. She knows everything in my life, my parents, budgets, problems and her distance relative knows me by name. I do have two motherly characters, rather mother-in-lawly characters. I get chided, criticized, loved, and advised. I have a friendly one, with whom I share that secret personal stuff. I have what I call informative friends. We are close and our conversations are usually loaded with knowledge sharing, books, work, culture. I have this friend with whom I have spent walking almost a part of Chennai. We talked everything under the sun, we knew each other well, but never actually spoke about it. We just know. Then are cuddly friends. Yes a very young at heart relationship. There are friends who were colleagues, now the few of the first ones to know the highlights of my life. Gossip, talk, shop, eat and enjoy.

I truly enjoy my time with each of them. I cherish all the moments I spent with them. In a way, they define me at different moments. I read it somewhere, if a person made, 5 good friends in their life, they can consider themselves successful. Going by it, my life is a super hit and I am living it.

The moral is Friendship is strange, amazing thing that blossoms at heart and stays forever. When it can be worded to perfection, it will become history. Happy friendship day.

Say Thanks.

2009-08-01T23:20:00.005+01:00

I am teaching Su to say thanks when she is offered help, things or food. In her nursery, I saw them teach kids to say "Ta" for Thanks. Easy for kids. Every time I tell her ' Say thanks', I really wonder is it that easy.

It is fine, as a routine. I did say “Thanks for calling ..." on every other phone call that I picked up when I worked with the bank. It’s easier to share one with the sales girls, person on the counter, to sundry vendors for tendering exact change. It is definitely good to mutter while getting gifts. It’s most comfortable to thank Him for EVERYTHING.

It is sometimes easy if I can pay for the service or help. During my delivery there was a nurse who helped me through out the labor. She stayed by me from the beginning to end. Then there was another who came over for the second half till I left the ward. When we left the hospital, I paid the second one a good sum of money. I know what she did cannot be quantified by money, but she definitely was happy when I gave a token. It was easy again because she did the service with expectation. For some odd reason, I could never meet the first nurse till date and it kills me every time I think of my days at hospital. I did not dare to give that money to any body else, because I was not sure it would reach her. I wanted to personally thank her a lot and make it clear that money is just a part of my thanks.

Yet, it’s not possible to say thanks always. There are some situations, relations where thanks cannot be told. Saying thanks does not really help. Not only does it look inappropriate but also seem to belittle the deed. Thanks are just not enough and I really could not muster to say it. I was afraid, I would hurt the relationship. It was not truly conveying how I felt about all that they do. My parents, my husband, my best friends...I cannot just say thanks. Gifts again seem to be dull choice here. Even if say it loud a thousand times, it feels pretty less. I sometimes do feel, it would be really nice if I can open up my heart like hanuman and show them how I feel. However, they are people who truly care, understand. They always knew how I felt even when it was unsaid, untold. They are the best. It makes me want to thank them more for this understanding.

Well, I am still going to teach my daughter to say Thanks. It helps most of the time. When it can be said, she would understand.

Huh!!

2009-08-01T01:23:00.002+01:00

Notepad does not have autosave option. Atleast I dont know to set it on. I hate it. Its 1.30 am and I am redoing a work in word. Notepad..worth noting this flaw.

Varalakshmi Vratham

2009-07-31T14:30:00.005+01:00

This is practically my first varalakshmi pooja, all by myself. All these years, it was nice and easy. I tagged along with my MIL. Mostly we travelled to chennai thursday night and would land just in time. I would help her with making prasadams and then hog, sleep. Rest would be taken care of.

Yesterday, did good shopping of fruits, flowers (some roses & crysantham boquet), coconuts. My day started early with a fresh bath. Made sakkarai pongal, three types of kozhakatai. I made a few alternations to as to suit su's taste and needs, Vadai, sambhar, Curry. It was quite a job especially racing against time to start before rahu kalam. This is a vratham advised by lord Shiva to Lordess Parvathi. Its believed to bestow all wishes. I have a few wishes that demands immediate attention. I performed it with perfection in my new dress.

Now, I am so tired of doing everything and the eating. It was definitely a hard work. I used almost all utensils in my cabinet. Poor hub, its awful to see him have a nice good meal and get back to doing dishes. Fine, I shall go and give some motivational speach. This is a very important day in my life for another reason too. Next post. Wish you all a Happy Varalakshmi vratham and may the goddess bless us all.

My worst nightmare..

2009-07-26T18:23:00.010+01:00

As its known, this was in the list of my blogs to be made.It takes form today. This happend a couple of weeks ago. I still remember, it was a wednesday, nice crispy sun shine and I was out at ASDA picking up vegetables, home needs and a nice can of grape juice. I was walking back home thinking of all that I have to do for the rest of the evening. Prepare dinner, prayer, put Su to sleep and end my day.

I just turned right into our lane, I saw father and daughter at the apartment main gate. My mind ran a thousand probabilities for such a show. I got a bit closer and Su who would usually jump on, clung to her father. I know something was wrong and took her. Hmm, then everything was clear. I could hardly hold her. She was hot as an iron box.

New parents, big fever, we were frenzied. We spent most of the evening recording temperatures 38.2,39.5,37.6, 39 ,converting to farenheit for our understanding, lying besides her as she would just sleep on (not with) one of us. Parallely reading all possible websites about things to do, home remedies and occassionally debating about taking her to A & E after a few parabolic/open tap puking. It was quite scary. If you agreed with me and nodded your head thinking thats a night mare- hold on. I have not really come to that part.

It went on like that. It was time for dinner. We definitely needed the energy to stay up night and for the worse if any. We ran our fingers through all possible easy options and settled for instant noodles. INSTANT NOODLES not maggi. I had 10 whole packets of maggi vegetable atta noodles left in my cabinet. We had done shopping the previous sunday and I picked up this Nxxu Noodles vegetable flavour. It was a bit expensive than maggi, yet I was quite adventurous.I always felt more the choice, the better.

This one had two small condiments packet unlike maggi. One vegetables and one seasoning. I know I had paid extra and I definitely get more.Followed the instructions to every bit. Boil water, Soak noodles and vegetable, Strain. Heat oil add seasoning add noodles.. mix well and serve. I did mix well and served. It looked tasteless. It smelled like some chinese left over from three days ago. I opted to stay with Su, suggesting my husband to finish dinner. He looked puzzled. I explained. I need to prepare my mind for eating that.

He is quite very accomodative with food. Very accomodative. He came back into the room, fully dressed with his leather coat on. It was about 11.30 pm. He wanted to go out and check if he could grab some ketchup/ sauce or soemthing on those lines to swallow that pan of noodles on my stove. Tough luck.

Then it was my turn. Clock stuck 12.00, it was a new day. I tried to divert my attention to things on TV. Almost all channels had playboy, excetra prefixed with 'S'. Re runs of game shows held in 2000. I ate. It was amazing. As suggested by my dear, I ate that with Bombay Mixture, Maagali kizhangu urugai and loads of thayir. Not even in my worst dreams, I thought I would eat noodles with thayir and urugai. Now, I am so proud to belong to thayir sadam, Maavadu clan. I deserve it all for testing maggi.

Hail Maggi, Hail Thayir. Still the marketing girl in me cant stop appreciating Nxxu for thier effort,bold move against maggi with a price premium for lousy Noodles.

No comments

2009-07-19T23:26:00.004+01:00

I really have so many drafts of posts in my pensieve. All of them have just titles in here and the story in my head. But I wrote none. I dont know if its because I am too busy, or not confident about writing or its just that my blog is messed up that the comments column does not appear anymore. For the very few who visit this blog and for the fraction who leave a comment, I really feel bad for doing this to you.

Well, here is all that I wanted to write. I am noting them down so that one day i can pick them up and elaborate. I can just wipe them of drafts, so that they dont stare back at me like children born, grown but waiting to be named.

1. Being Pregnant (Yes my baby is going to be 1 year soon.) This is a stale idea.But I will still write for all the moms to be.

2. Dip Dip Tip

3. Round and Round

4. Nightmare

5. Attention Mother of Boys (NRI)

6. Opposites dont always attract.

7. Friendship

8. I am - am I?

awrtb&$%oklTR

2009-05-21T13:17:00.002+01:00

In the past one week, I have been feeling so unconfortable, cranky, crazy within. I know i am physcially fit and fine. I have nothing to worry. Some may say, its just that I am too impatient about my job hunt. Truly, its not the case, I have really other important things to do at home. I need to take care of my little darling, help her gain weight, help her understand everything in this world has a name, and when we speak we mean something. She is so naive.. oh my !!!I have to get back to shape, yes i have to shed some weight in all odd places.

Still, I can feel some odd alphabets, figures, new faces in my head when i am awake and asleep. There is a very vague noise.. like lots of people trying to convey thier opinions at the same time. I just feel like opening my mouth and scream, or sneeze so hard that they all will just slip out through my mouth and nose. Its some time blue, some times red and very rarely yellow. Its more like the scene from matrix movie or GAJINI.

I know for sure, just some prayers, funny movie or a walk out in the rain is going to make it alright. But i dont have anytime for that. I am so captured by these anonymous people.

SOS please.

Its in the air

2008-12-03T10:13:00.007Z

A ray of light inspired by Little Ms Sunshine.

It was a crisp sunny afternoon. The town was predominantly silent but for the timely siren from the large flour mill, which employed most of the residents. Siren went loud and blaring. It was half past two. Any other day, big crowd of men and women would be seen walking brisk towards the mill before the gates closed. Today people were relaxed, it was a sunday.

Nataraj was snoring after a heavy Sunday meal undisturbed by the songs from the small tape recorder that lay in the corner. He lived in one of the 4 houses, the compound encompassed. All the houses were similar with three rooms in a row. It was a perfect dwelling of a middle class family. Two of his neighbours were colleagues and the other one worked as an accountant in a private cloth store.

The wives met in the backyard which had a stone mounted for washing clothes and a pipe with no tap. His wife just joined them.she was slim, dark complexioned. Her hair matted in a hurry, a few strands falling out on either side, draped in a Yellow with orange flowers,chiffon Saree,the center fleet tucked high to the right revealing her inskrit that was wet from doing the dishes. Two families were going out that evening for a movie. She wanted to join them, she knew Nataraj would consider it a lavish spending. She secured a promise from them to tell her the story next day afternoon without missing any bit.

Boys were playing with marbles, girls were arranging the tiny house set and preparing food in the front yard. There was not much of noise, they knew men were tired and disturbing them would cost the movie and other Sunday goodies. Just then, a vendor, with his dirty blackish brown gas cylinder and balloons tied to the corner came by. The balloons were fastened by neat, thin white strings to avoid flying. They were filled with hydrogen. Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, Plain and a some more with prints on. The balloons were moving fast in the air, it seemed they wanted to escape the clutches and fly high.

The young hearts yearned to hold them. They ran fast into their homes to get money to buy it before the vendor passed their street. Raju ran along and went straight to the kitchen, stealthily passing the bedroom where his father was sleeping. As expected, his mom was in the kitchen. He whispered about the hydrogen balloons. She made gestures of "No - No father would then be angry". Raju was disappointed but he knew about it even before he leapt from the gate.

He came out to the gate and saw the rest of the kids buying one or two balloons. He stood at the gate, holding the gate tight as if to restrain his heart by that. Nataraj's wife came out and she could read the young heart. She weighed buying that balloon against a movie and dinner that his other friends were about to enjoy. She went in quickly and came back with coins for three rupees and thrust them into Raju's hands. His eyes gleamed like a bright star, he rushed and took possession of a bright red balloon. She smiled and went in hiding her fears.

A little later, Nataraj came out with his coffee in a languid mood. His sleepy eyes widened,his face reflected the red balloon, when Raju told him about the vendor and cost. The place demanded a level of decorum, thus Raju was spared.He went in and yelled." You are not to be blamed, u stay at home,watch TV and sleep, how can i expect you to understand the pain I go through every day to earn and maintain this family. The shouting continued one sided, despite all her efforts to make him see reason, she was ready to even trade buying herself a saree for diwali for her act..but he would not listen. Everything was in vain. He continued.."You mother and son would not let me rest even on a sunday, you just mount tension and I am sure to die very soon of heart attack because of your actions..just for your enjoyment, you would kill me". Saying so he put on a shirt that was hanging on the edge of the door and went out.

Started his simple TVS 50 and zoomed out. Raju could no longer enjoy the balloon, but he was too scared to let it go either. He wished, he could return it to the vendor and get back the coin. But he hid it all and pretend to enjoy.He would sleep his worries off. Nataraj crossed the dusty street and halted the moped at Vanitha Tea Stall. The owner gave a smile, Nataraj was a regular visitor.He parked his vehicle, still having the frown. The boy at the counter sensed something was wrong. Silently he turned and said " 5 rupees Sir", extending two slim cigarettes.

Being Momee

2008-11-29T11:15:00.006Z

Available, Busy, Idle. These are defaults.When all the friends on the list are too occupied to chat, or atleast pretend to be so,what makes even staring at the gtalk window interesting are the personalized status messages. Some Romantic, Funny, Philosophical,Scientific and some directed for particular person. " Available *. * Conditions Apply".

I did enjoy personalzing my status on G talk. Some sensible,some totally senseless.Call it heights of joblessness, creativity, or boredom breakers.I always observed there was an extra Hi or two from the long list of people. I think it just a curio to know the reason for comments.It did help me start a reasonable communication rather than an abrupt "Hi, how are u? Where r u?" or an occasional "who r u?". Now that I am full time baby sitting, I am just being one defaulter(I use defaults) in gtalk. Recently, I put this comment "Being momee means memory loss" on my orkut. There was a good response. A friend of mine had commented "its just the beginning of many more loses". How true!!

There is Loss of Memory, Sleep, Concentration, dip in Confidence,Chat with friends, Shopping,Movies, mostly the finals/climax of shows on TV,Tour and trips,Having my favourite Fries,Chaat,Icecream and even Pickles, Cold shower,Clean Clothes,Anniversary celebration:( sigh..

Hmm, I gained a lot too, 15 kgs , Patience, Blessings( when the 2 month old cries incessantly,helplessness drives you to recite prayers 24hrs), Attention,Advise, Some gifts/cash vouchers Yep, I take them as the addressee is too young:). Moments of unaltered,priceless,non plastic smile of the little one.

I am sure the list would grow with my baby . I am taking a day at a time and enjoying it all.Well, Now my status message reads "Blog Updated :))"

Tag - 30Q

2008-04-22T15:55:00.012+01:00

After being tagged for the second time, I think its time to accept the attempts by my friend to make me an active blogger. Whats with this tagging and replying.. neway its good to give yourselves a brush of interests. Let me try what this can reveal about me.

1) Last movie you saw in a theatre?

"Kannamuchee Ennada" - My family took me to a theatre as I was sick for more than 3 months and was just eating curd and rice. So they decided to feast me.. (Feast for eyes/ears) thats it.

2) What book are you reading?

If holding a book in hands before going to bed is considered reading, then i am reading " Thennali raman kadhaigal"

3) Favorite board game?

Carrom Board. Its fun to watch the coins fly out of the board and striker effortlessly falling in the hole..

4) Favorite magazine?

Femina,Business world, mangaiyar malar and all free annexures of kunkumam.

5) Favorite smells?

* Smell of petrol * Smell of new born baby. * Smell of caramel. * Smell of vadai/bajji.

6) Favorite thing to do in weekend?

Sleep,sleep and sleeeeeeep.

7) Worst feeling in the world?

* When health fails you when the most awaited opportunity opens up finally. * Having people around to think intelligent of us and having more expectation, when there is no clue of what they are talking about.

8)What is the first thing you think of when u wakeup?

How many more days for the week end?

9) Favorite fast food place?

Its a very small bhel puri shop in bangalore.

10) Future child’s name?

Whose child?

11) Finish this statement --- 'If I had a lot of money'

Would go on a world tour with my family and buy a huge car.

12) Do you drive fast?

Yeah i guess so. People tell me, i drive them crazy. Doesn't that mean fast?!!

13) Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

Shucks!! My man would be hurt if he is called an animal in public.

14) Storms -- Cool or Scary?

Scarily Cool.

15) What was your first car?

I was too young then. Probably 2 months old..

16) Favorite drink?

Jal Jeera, Aaam Panna, Masala Chai, Masala moru and lemon juice (with salt)!!.

17) Finish this statement --- If i had the time i would...

waste it the same way as i am doing now.

18) Do you eat the stems on broccoli?

I drink them. How else to push those broccoli in, but for some spicy soups.

19) If you could dye your hair any other color, what would be your choice?

Caramel brown.Thats what i do now.

20) Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in?

Thats a small list of towns in down south Tamil nadu. Neway in the order of having stayed. Coimbatore, Avinashi, Tirupur, Salem, Madurai, Tirunelveli, Karaikuddi, Vellore, Chennai, Then the other part Bangalore,Taiwan,Sofia,London.

21) Favorite sports to watch?

* Cricket * Tennis * Gymnasitics * Badmitton * Foot Ball * Hockey * Athletics

22) One information about the person who sent this to you?

About CM-Chap, has used his blog space completely to tell the world who he is except for the bank account and residential address.Nothing much left for me to say. However having spent the maximum time with him, I should say, a well grown man(i meant only the height), who does not know to order his own food when he visit restaurants.

23) What’s under your bed?

Who cares as long as it does not disturb my sleep.

24) Would you like to be born as yourself again?

No, want to be born jsut the opposite so that i can know how its be un intelligent, not charming, not beautiful and Lazy.

25) Morning person or night owl?

Morning Person.. My morning starts by 11.00 am and ends 1.30 Pm.

26) Over easy or sunny side up?

Depends on where i am thrown.

27) Favorite place to relax?

Whereever there is green grass, coool breeze, Shinny Moon, Waterfall or sea side.

28) Favorite pie?

Choco Pie.

29) Favorite ice cream flavor?

Butter Scotch. Tutifruity..

30) Of all the people you have tagged, who is the most likely to respond first?

If anybody visits this blog and is as jobless as I am now.

Third Seat

2008-01-12T20:39:00.000Z

Confortably seated in those medium large leather couches, i tilted sligthly extra to the right, to watch the programme that was already playing on TV though i was totaly unintersted. I was consciously avoiding to see the third seat which lay in my line of sight. In our small living/dinning we have a two + one couch. Though never spoken, agreed or fought over, we had come to agreement on our sides on that sofa with two seat. Despite the fact, we had to stay on our side, avoid streching, we never thought of moving to the other. It was our guest seat. Honourable with two side hand rest, head rest and the wider space.

Now the third seat was occupied. I really dont remember when my husband seated them there. From the looks it was definitely sure they had thier last bath a week or two ago. Both of us never wanted to look at them nor attend to them. We pretended to be very too occupied with our busy schedule. They were in front of us when we sat for dinner, when we watched TV and even when talked how the week end was getting boring sitting at home. As days passed, there were a few more adding on to the crowd. With all the negligence, thier already shrunk faces grew paler.

There were instances when we had to displace them for searching our keys, TV remote that sometime lay with them. Still we were jsut to the point and went along. Completely ignored, and irritated, by all the squeezing they had to.. i some time felt them scream, probably grunt.

It was last sunday. Had to drop our plans to go shopping as we got up just little before noon.All the cooking and eating took away a few more hours. I was tired again and went off to sleep. I heard the other person rattle things, doing the dishes, but did not want to interfere and offer help. Around the evening, he made his way out to shopping, locking the door and carried his keys.

It was two weeks of isolation for them and fight of guilt for me.Needless to say, my partner did not have even a teeeny tiny bit of guilt despite watching them eye to eye, helping more of them to squeeze in almost every second day. Now I was stuck alone, i know for sure, i have no pretence spared now. I decided to face the reality and attend to them. Just a little preparation was required. So helped myself a good cup of tea, standing in the kitchen itself to avoid further embarrasement and switched on aaha FM on laptop. All set i picked them up one by one, wiped them and straightened them all to perfection, with the hotwater press. They were lovely now, yet lil moisty to be in thier place. Left again, well oraganized on the hot seat. Now a week later I proudly carried and showed thier place in the wardrobe.

Finally relaxed for a while in that special seat and it was a moment of glory when i gave that look of ' TRY TO BE RESPONSIBLE LIKE ME' to my husband. That was a long sunday. Monday morning, I am ready to go for work in my washed, ironed,fresh clothes from the wardrobe. (Now dont think about all that happens between the wash and iron.)!!!

I am not smarter

2007-12-23T18:18:00.001Z

Are you smarter than a 10 year old??Do you still remember what you were taught?? I am not asking these question to you. These were the words i heard the most in the past few days. Its a title song of an interesting programme "Are your smarter than a 10 year old?". The programme is a different version of kaun banegaa crorepathi except all the questions are from the text books of children aged 6-10. The life lines are school children whose help you can seek. The winner gets 25000 pounds and the loser will have to look at the camera and confess " My name is xyz and i am not smarter than a 10 year old". In more than 12 episodes i had watched, there was not a single winner.

Now stop wondering why i am advertising this programme so much. I am just about to similarly pop off in a media watched world wide. Yep in this blog, right here on internet "I am fishy and I am not smarter,not at all smart". The top five reasons why i deserve to make this shameless, most embarassing confession.

5. Every time i went out,in the past few weeks, i have been releasing all my new dresses.-- Its so cold in here and i have been wearing 3 more layers of on top of the new dress. Now i have none for the New year.

4. I tried to find the expansion of "hmpf" for almost a month.-- hmpf :

3. I always try to PUSH open the door despite the bold sign "PULL". My mind fails to recognise the difference of Pull and Push.

2. It happend today in the same order. Got up late (9.00 am),

rushed up as fast as i could, got ready (9.40am),

tho i usually walk,as i was wearing the winter costume,made the decision to take the bus and left the house (9.50 am.inspite of the parallel processing. I mean the dressing up and decision making),

Rushed down to the bus stop(9.55 am),

realized i was standing on the wrong side (10.10 am),

crossed over to the right stop and checked the direction board twice, relaxed after confirmation(10.15 am),

there comes the bus (10.17 am),

well seated by the window.. bus stops, moves, stops,moves.. but the watch moves non stop...i read marsh wall's stop .. thats name of my stop.. but i could not see my office.. so decided not to get down.. though i was at the door and making gesture as if i was in a hury and gonna jump off. Irritated driver, sighs, frowns and drives.. i felt in his anger in that one jerk that threw me back to the seat. wow.. i saw my office.. and i knew the bus just turns to the stop i need to get down. I was all set again at the door with the same hurried face.. in the mirror i could see the driver still had the stern look and drove past the bus stop.. then another stop without stopping, while my mind was quickly calculating the time that i would take to walk back the increasing distance to reach my office.. and finally he stopped.(10.43 am),

thought about taking another bus back for the two stops and decided on a firm NO (10.45 am). Started to walk back.. The only other passenger who was on bus and who watched me all along stopped and asked me

Are you tamil?

Yes-- why do tamilians always behave so confused in the bus?

Srilankan?

No, Indian. -- Wouldn't a no suffice? "Indian" -as if it was moment of pride that my country was about to miss.

You working?

Yes -- If reach there

Finally walked two steps a time to avoid further delay and display of foolishness. Atlast reached office.(11.20 am).Good, i was on time for tea. Same stern face..now it was my boss's.

1. Top of the list. No awards for guessing. Yes, I had created this stupid,complex/fancy named blog and logged in every two hours since a month to check out for my columbus. Despite knowing nobody is going to search out for this, nor even by mistake will google show this up. ( In the two hours time, I tried to google it myself with all possible search key words).

Are you convinced about my inanity? Thanks. Now please accept my invitation to visit this blog for more jive. Thanks.

Beginner's Blab

2007-11-28T14:38:00.000Z

This is my first blog. Duly respecting the veteran bloggers style, my first blog goes in explaining why i am doing this. It all started when a completely mental friend of mine started writing and invited me to read. Then couple of other blogs i was introduced to..,Most of them were small anectodes about pointless incidents, like how to cook rice and dhal, about skillful waitress in a restaurant who can write her name upside down, the single missed call with ID reading "No Number" etc. Some more about places visited, some on interesting after effects of Small B's wedding etc. I was amazed by the number of comments, wider circle of nothing to do people and the art of making a mountain of a mole.

Okie.. now that i have made my debut, let me state some bullet reasons.

Creating a blog spot is absolutely free
Harmless unlike spam email, though i am totally convinced those emails are usually just a Power point version of the blog
The only resort to make some people read what i write. I dont think i am ever going to make a great writter
Very easy, no rule.. all you need to do is prattle
Any undesirable (from the heart) comments, can be deleted
Highlight of all--- I can stay "ANONYMOUS". Whata thrill!!!

Let me be frank, I have no vision about what my blogs are going to be? will i write anything? Will they be sarcastic, humors, about sensex, US economy,Banking and telecom the new merger, Real estates in India..? i dont know.. One thing, i have decided to make dis blogging attempt an interesting event. I am not going to disclose my blog address to anybody known or unknown. I am going to wait for my first comment and the person who discovers it. Yep, he/ she will be my COLUMBUS. hey columb, i promise there will be a blog about how you came down the dark hole.. a new edition of COLUMBUS IN OBSCURE FISHY LAND.

Thanks