Kodai .. It strikes me a reflection of myself in the Lake waters!!
One another event of our trip was the boat riding!
The Lake waters were running still…with lot of boats on the sides waiting for the people to use them.
Eyes had to take a larger span to cover the entire spread of water… A large lake it was ( at least for me)!
We, the ten member troop were all set for Boat riding! Two four seaters and One two seater boats were hired. The boat designed for a couple was boarded by Prabeesh n Prathyush… As usual, the zeal in me was too much.. I wanted to sit in the front..and pedal( I always want to be the switchJ).. The guys were nice enough to let me …
With Me, Gowri, Ram and Saravana in one( Boat 1) and Karthika, JP, Sunil and Simi in another(Boat 2) …the voyage had its start!
The sun showed its face..though the falling of its rays on the blue waters had a prosaic look, we found a bit uneasy to ride in the sun. The couple boat was already a few feet ahead .. We thought of having a race, but Gowri’s cautious note made us enjoy the ride rather than having a contest ! Boat 2 too had its start with Karthika n JP pedaling.. the ride went on with snaps of either boats , waving hands etc !
The guys couldn’t keep themselves from looking for the cigar and lighter ,Of course.. with talks of how they will refrain from this practice as soon as they get a wife, only to escape from her whipping.
After a considerable distance being covered , we had to allow the back seaters to take the lead …We were almost in the middle of the lake …With law of buoyancy , Archimedes principle, relative density everything thumping my little brain, with no clue which actually worked out at that instant, put me in silence. Gowri was quite reluctant to go on with the idea, but Saravana was all strong to give the energy to exchange seats in the water.. Ram n Saravana took the front.. Now it was time for me to enjoy the bliss aroundJ, with responsibility shed off to the drivers … Boat 2 too wanted a different driver..Simi and JP exchanged places. Actually we had plans of taking places in either of the boats..but that did not work out somehow….
The couple boat, as nicely termed , it was in its own world..Poor Prabeesh, he had to do all the pedaling.. the other occupier of the boat simply enjoyed the ride … Often..The boat was still, with a look of losing life..
All the boats returned safely with lot of amusement in our hearts..
Horses lined up along the sides of the lake… It was now the story takes a romantic turn…Our heroine , Simi met her own boy ( made for her) …Let me introduce him…He was called Raju… and is called fondly as Raajjjjuuuu ( syllable cannot be imitated as lovely as our lady)!
I like to ride on horses…. Got on to its back with much spirits ( terror too)..All historic queens engaged my thoughts! I found something was missing.. A sword!
I loved the rhythm of the horse galloping.. though it was disturbed by the churning of my intestines inside in the up and down movement!!
We(Me wid my horse and Simi with her newly found boyfriend Raju) landed after the round with all smiles with our JP Sriram trying to capture our emotions!
After Lunch sessions…
Cycling! After years..I got a cycle to ride on!! Karthika and me were excited.. Our heroine too wanted to join. We both took cycles designed for boys and Simi found a BSA finally. The fun was not about cycling, but in escorting the Lady love of Raajju… She doesn’t know cycling, but the term she used to alert us was ‘I do not know to balance…’
Literally, I did not pedal the cycle..i just had to keep my feet on the pedal only to match my dear’s speed.
And every time a vehicle shows signs of appearing, the BSA would stop.. and the front and back escorts would have to apply brakes..
As if adding scent to the already existing fragrance… a small girl came in the wrong side head straight to our BSA ,crying ‘Bell ila bell ila’… our kiddo started crying ..’ I don’t know to balance …’ What a lovely scene!!
Our cycles were operating for more than half an hour ..and guys , who were enjoying(actually into the film) Kingkong, whose subconscious attention was always with the three girls who came with them to Kodai ( even when they were tired and drowsy), were worried about them not returning … So our cinematographer was asked to set in search for us…JP came looking for us… We really do not know if he really saw us or not..but it was we who called him and proclaimed our presence…. Even when we were coming straight in front of him!
We were back to our vehicle…
Of course..the day near the lake was fantastic with every joy around was felt !
December 29, 2007
The unseen Maker
The trip to Kodai was awesome…Words could do no justice… But still I wish to portray a few episodes ..
Though I may not able to exactly depict the experience we had..I wish I could record our memories in some outline!!
The UNSEEN MAKER
Our journey towards the infinite horizon, never knowing it would not end anywhere… nor knowing where we are going to end it…was a stunning experience !!
The expedition started just like that, a behavior unusual to normally programmed zombies(we are) …walking along the bushes and trees…
Any single step would end our life’s journey in a simple slip... But that never curbed our further steps!!
Every single forward step looked so determined… breath taking … with a new lesson learnt… every lesson being used in the next step..
Often I had felt, we are wandering beasts in desperation, often searching for the salvation elsewhere..persistent misfits in this long voyage!!
Yes we are… We are prone to destroy the reality without knowing it is our own paradise gifted by the eternal Maker!!
The picturesque and the marvel thrown by the huge trees and bushes with leaves stronger than the leather left us in exhilaration … We struggled to proceed forward through every route we could find apposite to move…
We know not the destination, we know not what was in store for us…But still the fire in us kept us moving towards the UNSET goal…
We found every movement of ours fascinating…..
Finally……. There we were!!!!!
We could not move further! We were carried to the tip of the cliff !! The clouds were near… The whole valley stood in grandeur… only to show how bare we were… All our desires, pride, arrogance melted in that simple show with extraordinary majesty. The swift movement of the mist above us struck a fabulous stroke in our eyes!
The MAKER has His own elegance !!
We had to bow to HIS royal architecture!!
It was a real feast to my soul, eyes … But more than that I discovered something!
When you take every step with confidence , when you move on without actually confining urself to achieve that particular something, when you enjoy every ordeal and every joy that comes your way, Sure…The MAKER gives you that extra ordinary PLEASURE in LIFE !!
Nature speaks more eloquently than MAN himself… Let’s find gateways to preserve this picturesque for posterity.!!
Though I may not able to exactly depict the experience we had..I wish I could record our memories in some outline!!
The UNSEEN MAKER
Our journey towards the infinite horizon, never knowing it would not end anywhere… nor knowing where we are going to end it…was a stunning experience !!
The expedition started just like that, a behavior unusual to normally programmed zombies(we are) …walking along the bushes and trees…
Any single step would end our life’s journey in a simple slip... But that never curbed our further steps!!
Every single forward step looked so determined… breath taking … with a new lesson learnt… every lesson being used in the next step..
Often I had felt, we are wandering beasts in desperation, often searching for the salvation elsewhere..persistent misfits in this long voyage!!
Yes we are… We are prone to destroy the reality without knowing it is our own paradise gifted by the eternal Maker!!
The picturesque and the marvel thrown by the huge trees and bushes with leaves stronger than the leather left us in exhilaration … We struggled to proceed forward through every route we could find apposite to move…
We know not the destination, we know not what was in store for us…But still the fire in us kept us moving towards the UNSET goal…
We found every movement of ours fascinating…..
Finally……. There we were!!!!!
We could not move further! We were carried to the tip of the cliff !! The clouds were near… The whole valley stood in grandeur… only to show how bare we were… All our desires, pride, arrogance melted in that simple show with extraordinary majesty. The swift movement of the mist above us struck a fabulous stroke in our eyes!
The MAKER has His own elegance !!
We had to bow to HIS royal architecture!!
It was a real feast to my soul, eyes … But more than that I discovered something!
When you take every step with confidence , when you move on without actually confining urself to achieve that particular something, when you enjoy every ordeal and every joy that comes your way, Sure…The MAKER gives you that extra ordinary PLEASURE in LIFE !!
Nature speaks more eloquently than MAN himself… Let’s find gateways to preserve this picturesque for posterity.!!
November 28, 2007
Wrongly sent!!
Short Message Service , often called SMS, is one of the fastest means of communication !!
It’s a better form of communicating when it actually helps the receiver take delivery of the information, even when he is driving, taking his last gulp of food in the peak getting ready office hours!! Mm..I am not actually going to talk about the various benefits and nuisance of it!!
Imagine if u get a message, totally irrelevant to u ….. sorry, I shouldn’t use the word message because message indicates a short note, the right word would be an essay …how would u feel?
Irritated? Annoyed? Blessed ? Pleased ? What will be your reaction??
Keep thinking………… And mind , don’t ever be alarmed … if you get a ‘ Sorry , Wrongly sent, Slip of my fingers ’ message from me (if I know your mobile number)!!!
Often I send this message !! In fact I have a draft version of this message always , so that I need not waste my time typing it every time when I send a wrong message to a wrong recipient!!
I am a person who use this(SMS) facility of the mobile phone more frequently. As I already said, I don’t talk much during travel ( to office)…
Another reason my way back home ( from office) would be odd hours, when every living being would have the deepest sleep! So I have no other option, but to use the short message service ! Short, no ,not exactly!! And the subject of the long messages would be anything under the sun, ranging from the rarest secrets to the recent bomb blasts!!
Sometimes, I would be so much proud of my own skills of typing messages so fast (120 kmph) and tackling so many persons at the same time!!
Consequence of this???? I send wrong messages to the right persons!
One day , on my way back home , I got a message from my friend Mr. X … I had no clue why he was awake for so long, in an intention of asking the same, I typed a message , ‘ Ena Sir ? inum thoongalaya? BBC pathathelam pothum ( he always watches) …Poi thoongu.gnyte’ ..I was expecting a gnyte message from him ..Instead I got a message from my Dad ‘ We don’t have BBC here, and we already slept. Check before u send’
Oh my..I was alarmed!! Instead of sending to Mr.X , I had sent to my dad ..
Another day, I was calling my friend , say Mr.Y , many times and he did not pick up at all… Since I was sure I did not do anything much to keep him silent , I sent a message to him( I thot I sent to him) , ‘Oooi…ena achu , why are not picking up loose, wat happnd? Gone mad or wat? Mind..I won’t call u again’ !! I got a reply message ’ This is not Y , Y’s dad, send the message to Y’..
I was shocked…Oh.. I had sent it to his dad..thank God, at least he knows me..and that made the situation not much worse.
One afternoon, I was damn hungry and we had planned to take lunch out… I sent a message to my batch mate , ‘Come soon..I am very hungry, waiting near the lift’.. I got a call from Mr.Y… ‘hey, how r u? y have u called at this time?’ ‘ Mm.. Chennai laye ilathavana lunch ku koopta ena panrathu’ ‘Wuf!! Sorry Maathi anupchten’….
There are so many instances like this.. Sometimes.. I send some conversations about someone to that someone himself/herself, thinking that I am sending to the person whom I am conversing with… Only to get thrashings from the person whom I had actually intended to send
Though this may afford me a good laughter most times… I have had a narrow escape from getting into a trap.. And Nowadays, people throw me a question if I had wrongly sent, even if I send it to them correctly…. Such an ill effect of my carelessness!!
I just inquire myself, what had made people arrive at this opinion of me… I found so many reasons for me sending wrongly.
1. I store some messages in my inbox, for some reason or other..So when the count exceeds, I will have to forcefully delete the message that I have just read ..So in a hurry , I will read the message , delete it and click reply to the message that already rests in my inbox.
2. I think of talking about someone, so my thought process will be slow or fast( I know not).. I will have only that person in my mind, send it to him/her.
3. One main reason, I have conversations with at least 3 or 4 simultaneously, so I interchange my messages, Probably my speed of handling the mobile doesn’t match the processing of my mobile, I could just yell at the Contacts Lookup option!!
4. One another reason, when I have so many persons, with the name starting with the same letter (even the second letter is same , thaz very bad…people should have unique names) , I send wrongly!!
Finding all these reasons…
I no longer want to cut a sorry figure..I double check, triple check… review it and then send!! But that has only reduced the frequency of ‘ Sorry , Wrongly sent, Slip of my fingers ’ …At least I could manage to that extent when the apology for sending wrongly is not sent to a wrong person!! He he!!
It’s a better form of communicating when it actually helps the receiver take delivery of the information, even when he is driving, taking his last gulp of food in the peak getting ready office hours!! Mm..I am not actually going to talk about the various benefits and nuisance of it!!
Imagine if u get a message, totally irrelevant to u ….. sorry, I shouldn’t use the word message because message indicates a short note, the right word would be an essay …how would u feel?
Irritated? Annoyed? Blessed ? Pleased ? What will be your reaction??
Keep thinking………… And mind , don’t ever be alarmed … if you get a ‘ Sorry , Wrongly sent, Slip of my fingers ’ message from me (if I know your mobile number)!!!
Often I send this message !! In fact I have a draft version of this message always , so that I need not waste my time typing it every time when I send a wrong message to a wrong recipient!!
I am a person who use this(SMS) facility of the mobile phone more frequently. As I already said, I don’t talk much during travel ( to office)…
Another reason my way back home ( from office) would be odd hours, when every living being would have the deepest sleep! So I have no other option, but to use the short message service ! Short, no ,not exactly!! And the subject of the long messages would be anything under the sun, ranging from the rarest secrets to the recent bomb blasts!!
Sometimes, I would be so much proud of my own skills of typing messages so fast (120 kmph) and tackling so many persons at the same time!!
Consequence of this???? I send wrong messages to the right persons!
One day , on my way back home , I got a message from my friend Mr. X … I had no clue why he was awake for so long, in an intention of asking the same, I typed a message , ‘ Ena Sir ? inum thoongalaya? BBC pathathelam pothum ( he always watches) …Poi thoongu.gnyte’ ..I was expecting a gnyte message from him ..Instead I got a message from my Dad ‘ We don’t have BBC here, and we already slept. Check before u send’
Oh my..I was alarmed!! Instead of sending to Mr.X , I had sent to my dad ..
Another day, I was calling my friend , say Mr.Y , many times and he did not pick up at all… Since I was sure I did not do anything much to keep him silent , I sent a message to him( I thot I sent to him) , ‘Oooi…ena achu , why are not picking up loose, wat happnd? Gone mad or wat? Mind..I won’t call u again’ !! I got a reply message ’ This is not Y , Y’s dad, send the message to Y’..
I was shocked…Oh.. I had sent it to his dad..thank God, at least he knows me..and that made the situation not much worse.
One afternoon, I was damn hungry and we had planned to take lunch out… I sent a message to my batch mate , ‘Come soon..I am very hungry, waiting near the lift’.. I got a call from Mr.Y… ‘hey, how r u? y have u called at this time?’ ‘ Mm.. Chennai laye ilathavana lunch ku koopta ena panrathu’ ‘Wuf!! Sorry Maathi anupchten’….
There are so many instances like this.. Sometimes.. I send some conversations about someone to that someone himself/herself, thinking that I am sending to the person whom I am conversing with… Only to get thrashings from the person whom I had actually intended to send
Though this may afford me a good laughter most times… I have had a narrow escape from getting into a trap.. And Nowadays, people throw me a question if I had wrongly sent, even if I send it to them correctly…. Such an ill effect of my carelessness!!
I just inquire myself, what had made people arrive at this opinion of me… I found so many reasons for me sending wrongly.
1. I store some messages in my inbox, for some reason or other..So when the count exceeds, I will have to forcefully delete the message that I have just read ..So in a hurry , I will read the message , delete it and click reply to the message that already rests in my inbox.
2. I think of talking about someone, so my thought process will be slow or fast( I know not).. I will have only that person in my mind, send it to him/her.
3. One main reason, I have conversations with at least 3 or 4 simultaneously, so I interchange my messages, Probably my speed of handling the mobile doesn’t match the processing of my mobile, I could just yell at the Contacts Lookup option!!
4. One another reason, when I have so many persons, with the name starting with the same letter (even the second letter is same , thaz very bad…people should have unique names) , I send wrongly!!
Finding all these reasons…
I no longer want to cut a sorry figure..I double check, triple check… review it and then send!! But that has only reduced the frequency of ‘ Sorry , Wrongly sent, Slip of my fingers ’ …At least I could manage to that extent when the apology for sending wrongly is not sent to a wrong person!! He he!!
November 22, 2007
My FQ!!
FQ—Wonder what’s it??
Female quotient…
There are certain requisites one should have to be a girl..
Oh my!! My FQ is zero!! Often I speculate why at all my FQ is zero and I never try to improve either. I hardly take steps to improve my gender quotient… even if I take, they require strenuous efforts..So I leave them half way!!
What are the factors that determine a girl’s FQ ?
Wearing ornaments :
A girl should have an ear ring, a bangle , a neck chain and an anklet… Wuf!! Who found all these??
I don’t know why the feminine gender and ornaments are inseparable?? Or is it the society that makes them so?
Gold shops now have a look of grocery shops… People don’t mind to reduce the frequency of visiting grocery shops to increase the frequency of visiting Jewellery Shops!!
I literally don’t like girls being after these jewels.. I frown at my mom when she insists me on wearing such extra fittings. At times, I will better stay at home rather than wearing these and attending a marriage ceremony.
This requisite is out of scope………
Shopping Spree :
Shopping… I just go to a shop, look at what I want, choose it and come back... the total process will take only fifteen minutes. I really don’t know why girls take so much time to choose..they see almost 500 items before choosing one..and that one will be definitely ( I bet) the first one they saw. If I question my friends why they take this much time, they will hit me with a response’ Girls take quite some time, Not like you….’
Wuf! Next requisite…cleanly thrown out…
I should say, I spend lot of time in Archies or Odyssey, Becoz I just hunt for cards that suits the receiver exactly.
Sometimes it makes me think, a girl takes long time to choose her dress, but the time she takes to decide on her life partner, it just takes seconds… Highly contradictory.. Probably , I may not understand such things..they say it takes seconds to fall in love…
Soft handling:
Girls handle things softly. All arts which need patience are mastered by girls.. but na, I never sit and do something… I get bored.. painting, embroidery, stitching, rangoli, mehendi…nothing I knew…’Poo katta theriyama ena ponnu’…neighbourhood aunty…
Aiyo..Was it my mistake? I climb on our roof to pluck mangoes… I remove the web cobs in my home with the otadakutchi (ancient vacuum cleaner)…I drive long kilometers to get things for my home, I replace chokes in the tubelights, fix electric faults.. I was used to only such actions, which people say a boy is supposed to do….
And I remember a funny incident, a big grasshopper entered our hostel room, oh,there was a huge cry as if a panther had entered… I placed a chair on the cot, climbed up and slowly caught it and put it away through the window.
I was seen with an ugly look… ‘are you not afraid of it… we girls don’t like it ’
Err, wat does it mean?? Do they mean, becoz I caught it, I am not a girl..or? do they mean I like grasshoppers ??
This factor ….completely ruled out… I just can’t be always soft .
Making up:
Beauty and me..they are separate sets… they don’t interfere ..
I don’t want to get beautified artificially also...Never will I spend time with cosmetics. I just want to be neat and simple. The overall make up for me would be plaiting my hair and keeping a bindi on my forehead. Wuf, the struggle girls have, with dumb looks with all kinds of face masks( you are not supposed to talk if you wear a mask), the DOLLARS they spend for creams, lotions, the time they waste to just show off that they are looking good… All these create a sickness in me… I just don’t like to have the pain of making up..such a lazy spec I am… Another important activity a girl spends her time is painitng nails..I never understand the whole idea of painting nails.. Ah, the colours they choose sometimes, are very similar to the colour of the eyes of the snake lady in Pambu padams… The pain they choose to remove a colour, paint with a new one, give a second coating, wait for it to dry..just to make it matching to their dress that day, is really appreciable…
Afterall..this beauty fades away with time.. but my point is never sensible to anyone..they say that I am still pazhangaalam…
Toys:
Girls and teddy bears.. I was really shocked when one of my friends got a teddy for 3000 bucks, just to share a space in her bed. I get on nerves, when they exclaim ‘ oh..How Chweet!!’ My feeling would be , ‘ Soft toys are as tough as to manage wives, they get dirty, they occupy space , they are difficult to transport’.. Probably, my brain is too small to comprehend such funny things.. I was not brought up with Barbie dolls!!I was acquainted only with doll guns, cars etc when I was small..may be.. it was one of the reasons why I couldn’t accept teddies!
Soft mews (supposed to be conversations) :
Mobile Phone, A necessary evil… Girls talk nonstop…talk? I m sorry, The word would be mew..I doubt if the person on the other end will be really able to hear what she speaks… or will he/she would be answering based on assumptions… Bus travel to office- I often like to sit alone. Just to avoid unnecessary investigations… The whole travel would become a nuisance if only a girl comes and sits next to you. She takes the mobile , calls up X , talks (whispers really) something..I may hear the other person’s voice outside, but not her’s. I would give titles and awards to the person on the other end, yup, it’s great that X hears her in the midst of a beautiful song being played in top volume in the FM’s in buses.
Leave aside this, at least I could soothe myself thinking that her mobile has the capacity to convert soft mews to words!
But what about the subject of her talks? Oh ..how long would she speak? One day I was so curious to know what really they have on earth to speak so much, are they discussing about Kaveri issue or the terrorists attacks in Kashmir? Oh no, they talk about what chutney they can have for idly. Mm.. I just thought how I would speak, I hardly hear the other person’s voice , so I avoid talking while in buses. Even when I speak in a perfectly calm environment , my voice would never go below a certain frequency, even if it is Chidambaram secret.
Slippers:
High heels, thin strings , gaudy colors..the kind of shoes girls wear … I really wonder why to take so much pain to wear an equipment which is actually intended to prevent our feet from pain( thorns ,stones etc)..I just go for simple sandals, cut shoes whichever I feel comfortable with.. (though I have tough time to find slippers which fits me coz my feet is extremely large)..
But the norm is the more uncomfortable , the more better you are …
Hmm..There are so many other essentials which the world says a girl should possess … Analyzing everything…I could just confirm that nothing is within my reach. Better be me.. than a girl to the world.
P.S. Girls I am sorry, This post is not intended to offend the feminine community, but I couldn’t stop laughing when I find certain things out and out silly.
Female quotient…
There are certain requisites one should have to be a girl..
Oh my!! My FQ is zero!! Often I speculate why at all my FQ is zero and I never try to improve either. I hardly take steps to improve my gender quotient… even if I take, they require strenuous efforts..So I leave them half way!!
What are the factors that determine a girl’s FQ ?
Wearing ornaments :
A girl should have an ear ring, a bangle , a neck chain and an anklet… Wuf!! Who found all these??
I don’t know why the feminine gender and ornaments are inseparable?? Or is it the society that makes them so?
Gold shops now have a look of grocery shops… People don’t mind to reduce the frequency of visiting grocery shops to increase the frequency of visiting Jewellery Shops!!
I literally don’t like girls being after these jewels.. I frown at my mom when she insists me on wearing such extra fittings. At times, I will better stay at home rather than wearing these and attending a marriage ceremony.
This requisite is out of scope………
Shopping Spree :
Shopping… I just go to a shop, look at what I want, choose it and come back... the total process will take only fifteen minutes. I really don’t know why girls take so much time to choose..they see almost 500 items before choosing one..and that one will be definitely ( I bet) the first one they saw. If I question my friends why they take this much time, they will hit me with a response’ Girls take quite some time, Not like you….’
Wuf! Next requisite…cleanly thrown out…
I should say, I spend lot of time in Archies or Odyssey, Becoz I just hunt for cards that suits the receiver exactly.
Sometimes it makes me think, a girl takes long time to choose her dress, but the time she takes to decide on her life partner, it just takes seconds… Highly contradictory.. Probably , I may not understand such things..they say it takes seconds to fall in love…
Soft handling:
Girls handle things softly. All arts which need patience are mastered by girls.. but na, I never sit and do something… I get bored.. painting, embroidery, stitching, rangoli, mehendi…nothing I knew…’Poo katta theriyama ena ponnu’…neighbourhood aunty…
Aiyo..Was it my mistake? I climb on our roof to pluck mangoes… I remove the web cobs in my home with the otadakutchi (ancient vacuum cleaner)…I drive long kilometers to get things for my home, I replace chokes in the tubelights, fix electric faults.. I was used to only such actions, which people say a boy is supposed to do….
And I remember a funny incident, a big grasshopper entered our hostel room, oh,there was a huge cry as if a panther had entered… I placed a chair on the cot, climbed up and slowly caught it and put it away through the window.
I was seen with an ugly look… ‘are you not afraid of it… we girls don’t like it ’
Err, wat does it mean?? Do they mean, becoz I caught it, I am not a girl..or? do they mean I like grasshoppers ??
This factor ….completely ruled out… I just can’t be always soft .
Making up:
Beauty and me..they are separate sets… they don’t interfere ..
I don’t want to get beautified artificially also...Never will I spend time with cosmetics. I just want to be neat and simple. The overall make up for me would be plaiting my hair and keeping a bindi on my forehead. Wuf, the struggle girls have, with dumb looks with all kinds of face masks( you are not supposed to talk if you wear a mask), the DOLLARS they spend for creams, lotions, the time they waste to just show off that they are looking good… All these create a sickness in me… I just don’t like to have the pain of making up..such a lazy spec I am… Another important activity a girl spends her time is painitng nails..I never understand the whole idea of painting nails.. Ah, the colours they choose sometimes, are very similar to the colour of the eyes of the snake lady in Pambu padams… The pain they choose to remove a colour, paint with a new one, give a second coating, wait for it to dry..just to make it matching to their dress that day, is really appreciable…
Afterall..this beauty fades away with time.. but my point is never sensible to anyone..they say that I am still pazhangaalam…
Toys:
Girls and teddy bears.. I was really shocked when one of my friends got a teddy for 3000 bucks, just to share a space in her bed. I get on nerves, when they exclaim ‘ oh..How Chweet!!’ My feeling would be , ‘ Soft toys are as tough as to manage wives, they get dirty, they occupy space , they are difficult to transport’.. Probably, my brain is too small to comprehend such funny things.. I was not brought up with Barbie dolls!!I was acquainted only with doll guns, cars etc when I was small..may be.. it was one of the reasons why I couldn’t accept teddies!
Soft mews (supposed to be conversations) :
Mobile Phone, A necessary evil… Girls talk nonstop…talk? I m sorry, The word would be mew..I doubt if the person on the other end will be really able to hear what she speaks… or will he/she would be answering based on assumptions… Bus travel to office- I often like to sit alone. Just to avoid unnecessary investigations… The whole travel would become a nuisance if only a girl comes and sits next to you. She takes the mobile , calls up X , talks (whispers really) something..I may hear the other person’s voice outside, but not her’s. I would give titles and awards to the person on the other end, yup, it’s great that X hears her in the midst of a beautiful song being played in top volume in the FM’s in buses.
Leave aside this, at least I could soothe myself thinking that her mobile has the capacity to convert soft mews to words!
But what about the subject of her talks? Oh ..how long would she speak? One day I was so curious to know what really they have on earth to speak so much, are they discussing about Kaveri issue or the terrorists attacks in Kashmir? Oh no, they talk about what chutney they can have for idly. Mm.. I just thought how I would speak, I hardly hear the other person’s voice , so I avoid talking while in buses. Even when I speak in a perfectly calm environment , my voice would never go below a certain frequency, even if it is Chidambaram secret.
Slippers:
High heels, thin strings , gaudy colors..the kind of shoes girls wear … I really wonder why to take so much pain to wear an equipment which is actually intended to prevent our feet from pain( thorns ,stones etc)..I just go for simple sandals, cut shoes whichever I feel comfortable with.. (though I have tough time to find slippers which fits me coz my feet is extremely large)..
But the norm is the more uncomfortable , the more better you are …
Hmm..There are so many other essentials which the world says a girl should possess … Analyzing everything…I could just confirm that nothing is within my reach. Better be me.. than a girl to the world.
P.S. Girls I am sorry, This post is not intended to offend the feminine community, but I couldn’t stop laughing when I find certain things out and out silly.
November 20, 2007
Variety is the Life(spice) of Life !!
I have always believed in this quote of Tennyson!
‘ The old order changeth yielding place to new & and God fulfills Him in many ways’
I love changes because I get bored very easily!
I remember in my school days..I will have almost all my subject books kept open on my study table.
You know why? I will get bored every ten min. So I will just skip from history to geometry, from there to light in physics, human physiology in Zoology..the order of shifting too changes every time… My mom will have a puzzled look seeing these many books on my table, sometimes it may turn to a spicy frown too…
But that change in my mom’s face too, I like, because I get bored if I see a loving face always….
Probably, my love for variety was observed by my mom n dad ..They kept me engaged always. I never had free time in my school days … kept running ..running.. know not why.. but all that I could sense was I did so many things..It doesn’t actually matter for me if I mastered in anyone of them… But that I knew a variety of activities…
Came College Life… The days before semester exam…they are just hell… I never had enough patience to study(oh,I m sorry,I never study, jzt read) that one subject in which I will have to spend the three hours the next day…
I will be Perplexed at the surroundings, every human I encounter will be having that one book in hand… Oh God! Why me ? I have fluid mechanics this hour, the next hour its going to be Heat transfer( irrespective of the fact that it may be of different semester subjects) …
How on earth people don’t get bored at all??? Of course, the Lecturers too …They teach the same topic for one full hour… !!!! And my notes would be a mixture… it would shift from the bird that sits on the tree nearby to the lady who goes in a pink sari ?
Chennai… Office canteens.. Oops..i just go there for the sake of.. Though everyday has a different menu… the same place.. the same environment.. it prevents my intake of food…. I tried to visit different messes that provide lunch..but that too did not pacify my love for change… I can visit one mess only once..
Mm …. I get bored of my love for change also
The peak of this boredom was reached when I asked my mom , ‘How can one live with a single person, seeing his face every day, for a lifetime??’ My mom was bewildered at this question … The anger in her eyes, oh my … I thought she would slap me… and my cheeks would turn red…
Though the question was not put with the same intention of what it literally means…. I just said so that it will make people laugh …but it turned to be a bad joke.
I gave thought to what I said ,later….
Is it for this reason , I say No to marriages?? Is it for this reason, I say No to a few who wants an Yes from me..??? oh no…the very thought gives me a disapproval from the entire folk around…
No..I don’t mean it really….
Because..
I like Shakespeare’s plays… as forever.. I don’t get bored … ( I read the same so many times)…
I hear Unni’s songs ….as forever… Hear it again and again …( I don’t get bored)…
I love my parents…. As forever… the same parents
I like thayir Sadam, Paruppu sadam… my mom makes(made) for me daily….
I watched Kutch Kutch Hota hai for nearly thirty times ( the count will increase too)…
There are few things in life which I like forever, they seldom tire me…
But often I love change …. That’s it… Is not variety the spice of life??? … After all.. it gives life to life!!
‘ The old order changeth yielding place to new & and God fulfills Him in many ways’
I love changes because I get bored very easily!
I remember in my school days..I will have almost all my subject books kept open on my study table.
You know why? I will get bored every ten min. So I will just skip from history to geometry, from there to light in physics, human physiology in Zoology..the order of shifting too changes every time… My mom will have a puzzled look seeing these many books on my table, sometimes it may turn to a spicy frown too…
But that change in my mom’s face too, I like, because I get bored if I see a loving face always….
Probably, my love for variety was observed by my mom n dad ..They kept me engaged always. I never had free time in my school days … kept running ..running.. know not why.. but all that I could sense was I did so many things..It doesn’t actually matter for me if I mastered in anyone of them… But that I knew a variety of activities…
Came College Life… The days before semester exam…they are just hell… I never had enough patience to study(oh,I m sorry,I never study, jzt read) that one subject in which I will have to spend the three hours the next day…
I will be Perplexed at the surroundings, every human I encounter will be having that one book in hand… Oh God! Why me ? I have fluid mechanics this hour, the next hour its going to be Heat transfer( irrespective of the fact that it may be of different semester subjects) …
How on earth people don’t get bored at all??? Of course, the Lecturers too …They teach the same topic for one full hour… !!!! And my notes would be a mixture… it would shift from the bird that sits on the tree nearby to the lady who goes in a pink sari ?
Chennai… Office canteens.. Oops..i just go there for the sake of.. Though everyday has a different menu… the same place.. the same environment.. it prevents my intake of food…. I tried to visit different messes that provide lunch..but that too did not pacify my love for change… I can visit one mess only once..
Mm …. I get bored of my love for change also
The peak of this boredom was reached when I asked my mom , ‘How can one live with a single person, seeing his face every day, for a lifetime??’ My mom was bewildered at this question … The anger in her eyes, oh my … I thought she would slap me… and my cheeks would turn red…
Though the question was not put with the same intention of what it literally means…. I just said so that it will make people laugh …but it turned to be a bad joke.
I gave thought to what I said ,later….
Is it for this reason , I say No to marriages?? Is it for this reason, I say No to a few who wants an Yes from me..??? oh no…the very thought gives me a disapproval from the entire folk around…
No..I don’t mean it really….
Because..
I like Shakespeare’s plays… as forever.. I don’t get bored … ( I read the same so many times)…
I hear Unni’s songs ….as forever… Hear it again and again …( I don’t get bored)…
I love my parents…. As forever… the same parents
I like thayir Sadam, Paruppu sadam… my mom makes(made) for me daily….
I watched Kutch Kutch Hota hai for nearly thirty times ( the count will increase too)…
There are few things in life which I like forever, they seldom tire me…
But often I love change …. That’s it… Is not variety the spice of life??? … After all.. it gives life to life!!
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