Finally an explanation : Genetics !

The title of the post is one of my friends comment, upon hearing the below incident.
A few days ago..
Sheela ki jawani songs on tv. Amma watches very few hindi stuff, that too only when we compel her and hold her eyes open.[ How she manages to doze off within 10 mins, that too with our high pitched non stop gibberish around is something i never understand.] However this is one song she likes. After watching for a minute her as usual unanswerable doubts pop up.
Amma : Which is this heroine ? Kareena ?
Me : Katrina.
Amma : Her character in the movies mentally unstable or something ???
Me: I havent seen the movie. But I really dont think so.
Amma : Does she have that disease amir khan had in Gajni ??
Me [raising eyebrow]: Short term memory loss ? No. Where in world did you get that idea from???
Amma : Then why is she going around asking everyone 'Whats my name?' !!!

Half century !

The poor li'l bloggy has been taking baby steps for the past 3 years. Finally she has reached her 50th post. Thanks to the lazy blogger!
The blogger wants to apologise to the bloggy dear,
-for being lazy to blog often enough(the blogger does realise that other blogs of bloggy's age has got some five times the number of posts bloggy has got..but whats there in the count,its the love that the blogger has got for the bloggy that matters *fluttering eyelashes*)
-for filling her[The blogger is assuming that bloggy is female] pages with whiny posts or stolen works or childish tags
-for not remembering bloggys birthday. In blogger's defense it was the blogspot who screwed up everything. Had it not shown bloggy's first post as third and created all the confusions, the blogger could know bloggys birthday for sure and celebrate it in style. You know, the blogger would've taken all the blog readers to the taj on the special day, had it not been for the stupid blogspot!
-for remembering each and everyone of the bloggers birthday and mentioning it in bloggy, despite forgetting the day the bloggy was born*embarassed*

The blogger started off to write an entirely different post. But since the blogger's heart is filled with guilt and realization about the injustice and negligence faced by poor bloggy, the whiny posts can wait! Here's a toast to my sweet stupid eccentric crackpot blog , to my pensieve!

Kamala Surayya,MJ and now LohithaDas???

Lohithadas passed away a few hours ago.Such a big loss to the malayalam movie industry and the sensible movie lovers. We might have had bigger losses like that of Padmarajan and Bharathan earlier. But then i was too small to realise it. Its only when the news channels went on and on about Lohithadas's works that i realised most of my favorites were written by him. I couldnt name one which i didn't like. Nivedyam,Veendum Chila VeetuKaryangal,Sallapam,Bhoothakannadi,Thooval kottaram, Kireedam, Chenkol, Amaram, Valsalyam, Venkalam, KAMALADALAM, Bharatham, Sasneham, Kudumbapuranam, Kanmadam, Kasthoorimaan..the list goes on and on. Kireedam and Kamaladalam are the works i loved the most in Malayalam cinema itself. But back then i was so awed by MohanLals performance that i never thought much about the person who gave birth to characters like Sethumadhavan and Nandagopan. He had also created strong female characters like Bhanu of Kanmadam and Priyamvadha of Kasthoorimaan. Its only now when he left us that i realize what a golden mark he has left in the epics of malayam cinema.I am yet to see his debutant work Thaniyavarthanam.
Today its such a disheartening day for the Malayalis all over the world.
I am sure he will live in our hearts as long as Malayalam cinema remains through his works. May God give strength to his family. May his soul rest in peace.

Guess Who's Back!!!

:-h

A li'l Chit Chat

Here lemme babble a little about whats going on with my life(like I dont do that enough:D). I've got my call letter for my job and will be joining it soon. I had assumed my next post would be a sentimental one, crying my eyes out about leaving everything behind. Guess i would save the melodrama for the next post:D. Talking about myself, today was a rare non boring day outta my always boring life. I went out shopping today with friend1(ofcourse shopping alone is damn boring). We went to buy clothes,bags,footwear...ok not boring my "macho" readers by going into the details of that.
We went to eat and friend1 calls this other friend(who i am not familiar with) to join us for lunch. Heres a situation which i am not very comfortable with.Yeah, I am not the perfect talker while meeting someone for the first time and most of my friends have told me their first impression isnt the right(lets not talk about the best:D)impression of my actual character. So i was feeling very awkward at first. But then i remembered how i had met this other friend(friend2), through this same mutual friend1. At first i had this same problem with friend2 as well. I even remember he had bowed to me after our first meeting(coz he never saw another "talkative" creature like me before). The strange thing about me is I can talk quite well to people over the net. Thus i started mingling much more with him through net..through the daily conferences we used to have with mutual friends..and then we began to meet more often..and now hes one among my close circle of friends..he is the first commentor in most of my posts. So thinking about him i started feeling more at ease with this friends friend having lunch with me.By the time we were leaving i felt quite ok. After all we never know how we are going to be gifted with another precious friend who is going to be there with us through our happiness and hardships. So here is a toast(or rather a post) to all my friends and especially to my friends whom i got through other friends and for friends who introduced me to such new friends. Love you all>:D<

P.S: To friend 2 mentioned in this post-You just missed an awesome treat by friend1 because you were too busy to join us:P

Childhood

* Exchanging xmas and newyear cards with classmates every year.

* Collecting erasers which smells good and rulers which has this sparkling effect ,some even had fluid inside.

* Throwing classmates notebook outside through the window and then going out to fetch it forced by the teacher.

* Getting scratched on the face by this friend (whos a doctor now),while threatening to complaint to the teacher about something she did.

* Going to the neighbours homewhen they play cassettes in their VCR.

* Exchanging cassettes with neighbours after proudly owning a VCR.

* Having catfights with sister to attend the phone and eventually freaking out the caller with multiple hellos and squeals from the fight.

* Dialling 161 to make a fool outta others or sometimes just to hear the phone ring.

* Waiting eagerly every sunday night for superhit muqabla,every friday night for the chitrageetham and the hindi movie,wednesday nights for chitrahaar and sunday evenings for the weekend movie. If you have a cable you watch tv on your time,if not you schedule yourself according to their time.

* Bringing 1 rupee from home and treasuring it to buy sip up from the so called canteen

* Running out hearing the sounds of aeroplane.

* Waiting for Balarama every week to know how mayaavi fooled kutoosan and dakini this time and to read about the detectives jampanum thumpanum which was introduced quite later(wonder if they are still there)

* Going to listen to a segment either from Mahabharath or Ramayan everyday before sleep (even after hearing the whole epic a hundred times), from the grandfather whos now no more.

My first entrance exam

Was reading Li'l Archie. Reminded me of my good old innocent days. Not that i remember much of it. Though this incident came to mind. Li'l Kartoos first entrance exam.
It so happened that Li'l Kartoos was studying in XYZ school for L.K.G and U.K.G,which was nearer to home. But the school had only upto 7th std. So Li'l Kartoos's parents decided to change her school for 1st Std. As shown in movies these days, the cruel parents made poor Li'l Kartoos write a competitive exam at the age of 5. Bigger Kartoos still dont understand how Li'l Kartoos passed it.
So day before her exam Li'l Kartoos's mother made her mug up details of our country and its culture and "Father of the Nation" and first Prime Minister and so much more, when she hardly knew to write ABCD and 123. Her mother gave her tips to write the same answer on the question paper so that mummy could check the answers later. So Li'l Kartoos wrote the exam,came back and gave her mother question paper proudly.
1. What is your name?
Li'l Kartoos.
Amma said so far so good. Seeing the next question her face turned pale.
2. What is your father's name?
Mahathma Gandhi!!!

Sourav calls it a day

I fell in love with this guy when i was 11. You can frown and roll your eyes all the way you want,but it was his looks that attracted me at first. I wanted to put a photo showing him at that age with those looks,but i couldnt find the right photo. Ofcourse i had thousands of his pictures at those times which i had treasured. But then i thought i had grown up and that hes just old news.So i dint take them when i shifted house.
When i first saw him i just liked his features and his surname(dont ask me y,i was 11). An year later I met M. M was crazy about sourav and she probably still is. Our crushes grew into craziness in each others presence. We talked about him and only him during our breaktime and even during classtime. Once i stole a page of a magazine from my tuition class which contained a photo of him which I then thought was the best photo that could ever be taken of anybody in the world(i was 11). M called his home like a 1000 times and finally got to talk to Dona. I called his home twice(i was 11*embarrassed). The first time they said something in bengali which i dint understand. The next time i specifically mentioned that i am from kerala and they told me she isnt home. I dint call again and thought they just lied to me. But the next day i saw a photo in paper of sourav and family in a foreign country and i was happy. But my craziness couldnt match up with M's. She would collect arrowroot biscuit wrappers just because they were made in Kolkata. It was our dream to visit Kolkata. We both were shattered when the Nagma controversy occured. She cried. I didnt. I trusted him. We both danced with joy when Sana was born. We used to make a list and consider names for the baby when Dona was expecting. Those where the days of madness and childishness.
Years passed. We joined different colleges and became all matured. The craziness disappeared. I started even laughing at those How to make maggi waala ganguly jokes. But felt bad when he was thrown out of the team. Still my life dint revolve around him anymore. Today he announced his retirement. I know he deserved a much better retirement, without being thrown out of the team this many times,without controversies and allegations of a forced retirement. The comebacks he has made was even beyond the expectations of even his most optimistic fan. My heart aches at the thought that i wontbe watching him again in the field, that he would never be making another comeback,that i would be hardly seeing him and hearing his news. I just hope he scores well in his last match and waves goodbye with dignity. Wishing him good luck with all my heart on his last match>:D<.
P.S: I know 4 outta 5 people who reads this is gonna be Ganguly haters>:P,I dont care:P I love him anyway:P

An interesting piece of conversation

I was watching swades in star one on Gandhi Jayanti. Pal Pal hai bhari (the song with sita and ravan) was playing on tv. My parents happened to see it.

Amma: Actually Ravan is quite decent than other villains
Achan: Yeah,better than Ram
Everyone looked at him as if he said the unspeakable. Understanding that he owes an explanation he continued

"Even after knowing Sita for that long, knowing the virtues of her,he accepted her only after agnishudhi, whereas Ravan treated her with respect in Ashokavani."

I thought maybe he had a point. I am not saying Ravana is better than Ram.I'm sure there must be reasons in the epics for each event.I've always loved the Maryadapurushotham Ram. But it seemed interesting that maybe even Gods when born as humans werent perfect. Or even the cruelest of the devils have a brighter side:-)
yours joblessly

Brilliant Blog Award

Its been a week since I've been honored with this "Brilliant Weblog 2008" by crusader.
I've been given this award(Nope,Not because of my influence in the jury:-P) along with the words "A blog which changes moods according to the writer's mood swings. She is the blog and the blog is she. Should I say more?" Very frankly even i couldn't define my blog this perfectly,yet so simply. Now do i need to say more about his writing skills???
About the award,here are the rules:
* When you receive the prize you must write a post showing it, together with the name of who has given it to you, and link them back
* Choose a minimum of 7 blogs (or even more) that you find brilliant in their content or design
* Show their names and links and leave them a comment informing they were prized with ‘Brilliant Weblog Award'
* Show a picture of those who awarded you and those you give the prize (optional).
* And pass it on!

As I told before this was given by praveen, one of the people who inspired me to start my small blog and has been there since,encouraging me. Thanks to you.
Its now that Ive realized that I've very few blogger friends. This doesnt mean I dont read blogs. I go from blog to blog reading random posts,not keeping track of where I go. And i never commented on those blogs unless it was a friend. By the time i read the post and wanna tell the blogger that i loved it, there would be so many comments that i wonder if the blogger has assistants to manage the comments section. All that i wanted to say would be already said and i wont feel like being just another one among the thousands(I know I know me and my stupid complexes). Fine, not boring you with another "about me,me and me again"post. Its time to announce the winners.

Rockus- I know you've already been granted with this award,but it doesn't hurt to win it again,right:D
Freebird- Another blogger whose blogs are her views and nothing more. Its some time since you last updated.
Crusader-For all his bold posts. I dint know he writes so well in malayalam until he started his malayam blog. Its a pity i cant follow it now.
Spectator speaks- Its only recently that i started visiting your blog and i liked the posts i read:-)
The Enigma unveiled- This is another blog that i started visiting recently and i loved his story 'Never say Goodbye'.
Sayesha's- This is a blog i visit often and admire.I soo envy her writing skills:D
The Dream World- As the crusader told,i only wish you would blog more often:-)

So thats it. Ive listed 7 blogs i love and there are many others as well. Just mentioned the ones that came to my mind first. So congrats everyone, keep passing the award:-)

Pappu pass ho gayaaaa!!!

Finally an Engineer! *grabs the reader and dances around the blog*

Where the hell is sportsman spirit in the “gentleman’s” game????

I was watching the final day of India Australia second test and I am losing the respect I had for the game. Infact I haven’t written a blog in this much rage. Australia is the no 1 team in the world and nones questioning that . When they have the capability of winning a game fair and square, they should play a decent game and prove that they deserve to be the rulers of the game. It’s not only about the winning always, you have to set examples for the future generations..about great batting bowling and fielding, but also about the fairness of the game . Its evident that they have been and they are the best in the play and also the sledging. As Gavaskar said its them who came with the principle that what happens in the field stays in the field. But apparently now it stays in the field only when they give it. Complaining about Harbhajan when theres not even a witness after what they do on the field(rolling my eyes..maybe ponting is in search of ways to keep bhaji outta the coming games so that he wont get out in the first ball itself).But its actually upto them. Everyone has their own definition of professionalism. What drives me crazy is the umpiring of this game. Yesterday Kumble lost a hatrick just because of bad umpiring . If they aren’t sure why the hell cant they go for the third umpires decision? Today Dravid was given out caught behind when his bat wasn’t even visible on the screen . Dravid walked back in utter shock. The worst was the way Sourav’s wicket was lost. Clarke was the one lucky man to take this magical “catch”. The ball was grounded before it was in his hands and he rolled with the ball and the ball definitely touched the ground while his rolling celebrations as well(which was clearly visible on replays). Sourav is not convinced and he asks the umpire and this clever umpire asks Ponting if the catch was taken and Ponting says yes and India lost another batsman in a crucial stage. So now when the umpire has his doubts he doesn’t consult a third umpire or the umpire at the other end, but asks the opposing team captain? If the players were to decide themselves why the hell should there be an umpire??? To hold the bowlers cap while hes bowling? To tie the shoelace of the batsman? If its coz it’s the gentleman’s game that the umpire asking players , then I wonder why he hadn’t asked Dravid if he had nicked the ball before it was caught . Is the traffic one way in this road? Is India playing a 13 member team? Or maybe I am not bothered when the wrong decision is in favor of India that I don’t even realize it. Atleast im sure that dint happen in this match. Anyway lemme get back to the &%$@ game.
P.S: No net now, ill post this later
Match over. On their 16th consecutive test win a BIG BOO to Australia. Id rather have India lose the match than win it this way even if it’s a world cup final. Around 7 questionable decisions happened in this game and if there had been a fair umpiring the outcome might have been different .At the end of the day what really matters is who won..everyone will forget the mistakes the umpires made in a week and Aussies 16th consecutive win would be a golden page in cricket history. Life is so not fair!!!

Adios Teens

Guess who’s getting outta teens and stepping into womanhood. Yeah, you got it right. I turned 20 today. Happy birthday to me!!! Was just taking a backward glance, on my past b’days. Wondering about the changes that occurred in my attitude towards the birthday. Was always excited about the birthday in my childhood(evry kid is..i know:D). when I was a kid, I’ve always wanted to get older and be the role model for younger cousins. You know how the li’l kids look upon their big bro’s n sis with great admiration and follow them everywhere around..i always used to do tht and wanted to grow fast to be on the other side n play the ‘jaada’ elder one. Similar was the case with my teenage as well. Wanted to become ‘sweet seventeen’ from the beginning of the teens itself. But a major part of my teens went uneventful. Not that the left part was blooming with love or something. But then the latter part was blessed with the jubilance of friendship. Think I’ve been quite lucky there. The friends I had were always pretty close ones.
Unlike other birthdays, I’m numb towards this one. Thts coz the pros and cons cancel each other. I am getting outta my teens. The end of another phase in my life. Looking back I wonder if I enjoyed it to the fullest. Ofcourse the answer is no. But then those days would never come back. I’m becoming 20 and remember one of my friends saying that it’s a mile stone in a gal’s life. Now that I think about it , it might be true. It wont be long before that I would’ve to leave this place and my beloved ones and go live in an ambience where everything would be alien to me. Where I wont be able to sleep till sun strikes my face, stay infront of the pc until sun rises, grab whatever eatables you can find and go lie in the couch watching t v, come up with weird ideas of spending( to be read as wasting) time and many more. Some of you might be having the opinion that there wont be much difference after marriage as well. I don’t agree. I am not claiming that the in-laws would be the cruel ones like you see in mega serials. But still none wont be the same as your ma. The other day I had an argument with ma over the topic that ‘shadi ke baad beti parayi ho jaati hai’. And I was soo surprised and pained to learn that she agreed to that statement. I had always thought that whatever comes in life, we would always be their babies. But was shocked to know that by marriage what they mean is that I am losing my place in my family,where I always belonged and lived for some quarter century. She was like you can visit anytime you want and all. But still..that’s not what I want. Sighhh . anyway I am not becoming much sentimental. For better or worse I turned twenty today. And I cant help it either,as time and tide doesn’t wait for me either…
P.S: my bday was 2 days ago. We were having candlelight celebrations everywhere as there was no power supply for the whole town for almost 2 days and hence the delay in posting.

Forbidden fruit tastes more!!!

Now that the exams are over,I am jobless here. Not that while I was having exams I was studying 24*7. But life was soo cool then. I had something to look forward to. This was one exam where I dint find myself yelling..I HATE EXAMS,every night before the exam. But isn’t it amazing that the things you give the least important otherwise, seems so appealing and inviting on those exam days. Like I never had much contact with the tv,since I got the net connection. But the day before my co (one of the most vast subject ive got) exam,I wanted to watch the bakra soo badly. When I was finished with that,then came this really cheesy show and I couldn’t help but watch it. I then concluded that I wasn’t giving tv enough time and that I am craving for those tv shows and even maybe the soap operas and decided to spend a whole lot of time in front of the tv after the exams. And believe me,I did try to sit and watch tv. But I cant find one interesting thing there. But then why blame the poor channels..i cant find one interesting thing in this whole world!!! It’s only the second day of the vaccation and the word BOREDOM has found a whole new meaning. I have tried everything possible..books,net tv,friends..nothing is working! During the exams we never had to search for a topic to talk about…it was a flow. But now feels like there is nothing to talk about. Life is so damn empty and I have got a month more to spend. If I cant even take a month of vacation, then it horrifies to think what I am gonna do after 2 years, after the end of my academic days. Hope I would somehow adapt to the situation. I know exactly that after this one month passes away, I would be dying to get these days back. But I cant help feeling this way. Life’s soo dull :((. I am gonna try out things like visiting some friends place(yeah, they are the one who is gonna suffer...khi khi),going to some movies and stuff…hope it will work or just lookout for the news of this 19 year old angelic charming delicate mademoiselle dying out of extreme boredom and world weariness..sigh!!!
P.S: I had written this post few days back and something came up and dint post then,but the best part is that i 'm still alive..hip hip hurraaayyy!!!

Back in the Summer of '04...

Was listening to the bryan adams song and it suddenly gave me something to blog about.
Me and some gals from school
Had a group and we never tried hard
I did quit and some got married
I always knew we’d never get far
Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever(Pheww..)
And if I had the choice
Na - I’d never wanna be there
Those were the worst days of my life !!!
Well..it’s the summer of ‘04 that I am talking about. My +2 days ,which still is a nightmare to me. I was an above average student in my school,atleast in 10th. Something must’ve happened ( I don’t remember what or else I wudve tried tht again) and I got good marks. Then I took this science group for +2 in a government school and joined quite a no of tuition classes. The 1st year seemed to go quite smoothly. The hard knocks came in my +2.After getting my +2 tuition schedule on my mind, by hearting the periodic table was no big deal. My Saturdays in that year went like this.
5 30-7 25 maths
7 30-9 chemistry(since the sirs knew each other ,the second sir was lineant to us and we just needed to get there by 7 35 and so we could have the breakfasts during that time too)
9-2 school
3-5 30 maths
you mustve noticed that there is 2 maths in this and must be wondering why…well..now u ask,I too wonder why. I don’t think I thought about it then..practically ran to each of the classes and sat there mechanically,scribbled down whatever was on the board. By the time a class would be ending, the dads of the students waiting outside would be ready with their foot on the kicker ,ready for the bike race whose finishing point is the next class . seeing the crowd outside the sirs home once an old woman asked my friend ‘who’s the one that died?’. But in my case mostly the transportation was on my own. So I got this tremendous opportunities to have breakfast, lunch and even dinner in auto rickshaws. Waking up early morning..there wasn’t anuthing else that I hated more. For classes at 530,I would wake up at 5 25,take my so called scooter and rush to the class. I would be so sleepy on the way…I even remember losing my shoe on the road and going back to get it. The classes were so packed which reminded me who was already a little bit claustrophobic of the wagon tragedy. The sir used to speak through this mike which added to this theatre effect. Since I believe in this ‘matha pitha gurur daivam’ policy, I am not going into the details of this sir. The school was the funny part..used to visit that institution once or twice in a week(and I know that’s not a credit). But the classes there were even funnier..we had teachers telling us that there are 2 kinds of planets ,artificial planets and natural planets. But there were very few of them,who were sincere in their profession and who gained our respect,like my maths and English teachers. I had friends who had to give more than 5 medical certificates(due to the lack of attendance) to write the public exam.
I remember not staying at home any of those weekends and how I had to beg for a leave at the tuition classes even for my grandfathers death. I used to get home at around 8 30,my poor dad used to wait infront of the classes from the evening itself. Getting home at 8 30,leaving at 5 next morning, u cant blame me for not studying a thing. I don’t remember being home that whole year. All I did at home was..sleep,sleep and sleep. That is one year I dint touch the books ,my worst year in my whole academic life. And I was hopeless in the exams too. But the thing is that I never felt repentance. Even now after each sems exam I always think..’i wish I had studied better during the study leave’. But I never ever felt that way about my +2. if I felt sorry for someone that was for my parents. I am sorry that I dint raise upto their expectations. Even now when I hear someone is in 12th,I suddenly feel sympathetic towards them. I am just happy that those days are outta mu life and that they wont come back everrrrr… and hats off to those people who survived these situations and gained great results!!!
P.S: Nothing is that bad. Even then I had things that I liked about my life. I think this post got too lengthy ,so ill write about them some other time.

Once upon a time...

there lived a poor mute jester in siberia.one day while he was sleeping ,his pet mouse bit him..and he died of plague..and he took this reincarnation to kill the mouse.guess who is that!!!.dont wrry pal..i havent gone crazy yet.I was just reading my friends blog and decided to try what she tried . And lol...look what it turned out to be.

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Mute Jester. Where You Lived: Siberia. How You Died: The Plague.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

Ma-the bank where i deposit all my hurts and worries.

That is the exact description for me. Well ..she is right there on the next room shouting at me on how I live inside the pc these days. When I thought about blogging about her,so many things came into mind to write about. But now I cant put the feeling clearly into words. Still I’ll try my best to tell you what she means to me. We all love our mothers..no big deal! I have always had problems expressing my feelings for others. This is just one way of representing my love for her,what she means to me…(in case she reads…amma ,don’t worry I am not gonna ask for a raise in the pocket money:D).
Mine is a working mother. And she stays outta town these days. As she is a bank employee, she never got much holidays. I still remember well, how I loved the days..i still love, when I return from school she would be home. But I can count the no: of such days on my fingers:( . When she was here,everyday I would have a 2 hour chat with her about what all happened in my life that day. She would be damn bored hearing the same things daily. Still she listened. Well ..ours isn’t exactly the filmi ma-beti relation where they are the best friends..still I can tell proudly that I never had a secret from my mom. I never have been pampered much…never remember her kissing or caressing me,even when I was a child. But guess that’s one of the things about being the first child. And maybe that’s why I grew up into this unromantic gal who never can express her love for people( as some of my friends term me). She wouldn’t sit with me with concerned eyes if I have a silly headache. Earlier I used to get sad about these things ,comparing with my friends’s parents and all. But now I am happy that I can manage myself during times of teeny weeny illness or difficulties . She has had harder experiences in life which made her not much of a sentimental woman…a bold one,I would call her. Still she has always been there for me…to listen to my silliest of my problems, and as she waves it off and makes faces at me about how I wasted her time on such a silly issue, all my worries just melt away. Its almost a daily habit these days..to pester her with the most silliest issues you can ever imagine. She would be concerned if she thinks I got really hurt over anything..i remember such times and I was really touched on how she remembered those issues which hurt me ,even after I forgot them.Now she comes home during weekends , the 2 days when my tounge moves faster than a Hayabusa. And don’t think that she listens attentively. She watches tv,cooks,does other household chores , all during the same time and smiles at me and tells me to get myself a cup of water...sigh.
If I ever liked a movie, I would do anything to make her watch it..but she always used to doze off during the first half itself. I would explain to her things from ‘how sourav got chucked outta the team due to backstage plays ‘ to ‘how this new pair evolved in our class’.
She has always been the right person for me to open upto…never felt like..’I wish I hadn’t told her that’ ever. Thanx ma,for being there,for everything. I hope I would be to my children, what you are to me.

The Take off

Hello everyone...or anyone who happens to read this.
I am this typical average keralite girl who is now as confused and nervous as any ' first time blogger ' could be ( or even more ).So i guess i neednt repeat their words. You would be bored reading that ' i dunno what to write ' stuff once more.I have'nt gone through many blogs , except that of my friends and sayesha's ( which i really admired ),but i plan to.The idea of blogging never occured to me, until each and everyone of my friend's started it and it took my last ounce of confidence and gutts to take this small step ( you must have guessed that i am not at all inhibitive and shy :D ). It's all my friends persuasion behind this, I am a person who is greatly influenced by friends.Thanks to S,M,crusader and ash for their support ( so i guess i should be broadminded enough to share the credits, for any appreciation from anyone...I am always here and if u feel like slapping the blogger's face for wasting your time..I would surely introduce you to my friends ..:D). Frankly speaking, I welcome the criticisms more than appreciations ( mostly the friends appreciate just bcoz of the obligation...and i dont want my friends to do that...you can evaluate me as any stranger can ). I would really appreciate constructive criticisms as i am a person who believes in personal improvement till demise. I guess i am blabbering too much and you might be thinking that i am crazy ( I still cant believe i am doing this ). So I better control my motormouth. With the hope that I will blog again, stopping now