Labels: B'lore, Moi, Oor Vambu

Posted by Sat at 7:34 PM
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Labels: Clicks

Posted by Sat at 6:20 PM
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*sigh* what wouldn't I do for all that energy and those scarves hanging down the microphone!

Labels: B'lore, Music

Posted by Sat at 3:48 PM
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I’ve been roasted in the hot sun
I’ve seen the waves toss around
I’ve hogged more than what’s due in a lifetime
And laughed like it were to be the end of time
I’ve spent hours on the road to Mcity
And it’s now time to leave Chennai city ;)

Bye Bye Chennai….Hola B’lore ;)

Honey…I’m Home!

Song On: Alvida
Mood: Blank

Posted by Sat at 2:10 PM
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“Doc…enakku unnume puriyala. Enakku nadakuradhellam munnave nadanthu mudinja maari oru feeling! Ippa paarungalen…ungaluku fees kodukalamnu nenachen…aana adhayum munnave koduthutta maari thonuthu!”
“Dei Ravana (might the author interrupt?...Ram-nu pera vecha IPR violationu oruthar en mela case pottalum pottruvar!) un thollaiku oru alave illiya? Unakku thaan oru mannum illenu pona varame sollitene da! Sari pozhachi po. Unakku paranoia. Artham ennanu mattum ketradha…”
“Thanks doc!”
“Yeah yeah….tholla panradhuku marupadiyum vandha….mandaila urutta kattaiyala adichu appopapa eriyira bulbayum off panniruve!”

With that Ravana escapes from the clinic…
Nera avan girlfriend Umma-va paaka poraan.
“Aama…ennadi ippadi oru peru unakku!”
“Adha enda kekura…numerology panna sadhi”
“Modhalla un pera maathanum…mathavan unna eppadi koopiduvaanu nenacha enakku bakunudhu!”
“Hmm…ella en neram…evan koopitalum eve tease panranone oru feeling!”
“Aama…Onaan vandhana (AIA (Author interrupts again); Anil Semiya Maggie noodlesnellam character pera vaikuradhu pazhaya fashion. So one step mela poi…onaan, moonjoorunu per vechiten!...eppadi?!)??”
“Illa..avanala vara mudiyadhaam…call panni sonaan”

Close up for Ravana…Shocked reaction…loud music….Thodarum :P

(Pinna, naanga mattum part part-a vetti kadha solla venama!...eppo naangalum side bar-la links poduradhu?!)

P.S: I know…I know…I know…I know…I know…I know...I know
P.P.S: Puriyadha Pudhir Raghuvaran maari pesuradhula solla vandhadhaye solla maranthutten…Orutharuku enna kola pannanumnu inneram thonum..Shani Shani…aiyo chi…Shanti Shanti!...thitti comment podurathoda niruthinkinga pls…aduthu pala partuku naa uyiroda irukanum :P

Song On: Akdam Bakdam
Mood: Crazy

Labels: Moi

Posted by Sat at 10:08 AM
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That’s it…15 minutes stood between me and freedom!
The final delivery was done and I was in the process of uploading the last set of documents.
My team mate calls out to me; ‘Hey you don’t plan on staying overnight do you? There’s a train that leaves in 15 minutes …wanna make a dash?’
Of course…who in their right mind would want to be stuck in the middle of nowhere until 10 in the night (which is when help in the form of cabs arrive).
But 15 minutes, Na-ah…tad bit too short a time to make it to the station.
Team mate happens to be a mind reader; says ‘Yeah I know too less time, but there’s another express scheduled to arrive at the normal time today, so this day usually our train’s a good 5 minutes late!’
Now that’s encouraging! So I pass on the buck to another ‘Bakra’ ask him to finish off the last rites….oops formalities and bolt out.
‘Good lord, look at that queue for swiping out!’
‘Never mind…we’ll get an approval for a single swipe. Them buggers won’t debit a leave!’
‘You sure are desperate to catch that train!’
‘Wanna bet?!’

After a lot of running we reach the parking lot…completely out of breath. That took 5 minutes.
As it happens, the last cab to the station had just left. But on our request another cab was arranged and we jumped in…Okie that’s 3 minutes lost.
8 minutes down. The drive takes a good 5 minutes. And I didn’t have a ticket so I’d be needing at least 2 minutes provided the counter was absolutely empty.
Very tight schedule!
We sat in the cab, staring at our watches, wishing it weren’t ticking so fast!
Just when we were about to pull out of the campus a lady drops by with a may-i-intrude-this-party look on her face. I hate such people.
I almost shouted out ‘No this is a private clambake; GET OUT!’
Apparently Miss uninvited guest wanted a drop to the bus stop. Shucks. Another 2 minutes gone. But wait a minute. This lady’s taking for ever to raise her hand to open that bloody door. Make that 4 minutes. Oh brother! We had lost all hopes of catching that train. We didn’t know whom we were mad at. At that stupid lady or at that idiot cabbie!
I was praying to god that the train was indeed 5 minutes late and my team mate for once was right.
In 4 minutes, our uninvited guest’s stop came. As expected she leisurely picked up her handbag, adjusted that extra long duppatta, brushed back her hair and crawled out of the cab slower than a snail. Team mate who was seated next to her turned back and stared at me; ‘You think I should help her with this…you know give her a kick and she’d be out in no time! From where I am, I can really kick her into the moon’s orbit!’
How I really wish that could be possible. But finally the snail rolled out of the cab and we were back on the road. The process took a little less time than expected because team mate thrust the lady’s bag once she was out of the cab and screamed go go go to the cabbie!
But our buffer was already gone. Snail ate up a good 4 minutes. I wonder how come when you’re in such a hurry that you always end up with such sloths!
In a minute we were near the station. Now we had to sprint through a narrow ‘gali’ to get to the station. Which we did. I bet from the look on our faces, the loclaites would have thought this was some shooting of a tamil movie’s climax where 2 girls were being chased by goons in tata sumos.
We got to the station and we could already see our train pulling in. And we had a overhead bridge to cross before we got to that platform!
Team mate looked at me. Oh no…no no no! I am not doing it…But before I could say that out loud she had already jumped down on the tracks. And I followed suit without batting an eyelid…Scrambled on the tracks, slung my bag over the platform, climbed the platform on the other side and hauled team mate up. I am hoping I don’t see any of those folks in that station ever again in my life. I’d die of embarrassment.
We managed to locate the ladies compartment and found ourselves 2 seats. Faces beaming we looked around. No applause. Huh…talk about unsung heroes! The train started pulling out of the station. Just then my team mate jumped…’Sat…Tickets!!!!!’
And I thought the fun was over…!


P.S: Travelled first time w/o ticket. Thanks to Brute, dodged the suspicious TC’s eyes…Why Brute, because the moment I alighted, I pulled out my mobile and called the first number I could see and acted as if nothing was wrong. The idea people, is not to panic ;)
P.P.S: Coming home from work has never been crazier ;)

Song On: Lorna’s Rao Patrao Rao (for Gils’ benefit…that’s from the Nike TV commercial that was aired this WC season :P )
Mood: Crazy

Labels: Moi, Office

Posted by Sat at 9:18 AM
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She sat in the first desk, nervous and conscious of the fact that every pair of eyes in the class room were fixed on her. A thousand thoughts running though her mind, she geared up for her first day in her new school. She didn’t know the language the students there spoke, they definitely did not understand the language she spoke. She was convinced she would for ever be the nervous misfit in this class. She wasn’t sure if the desk she was seated at was already taken by someone else; what if the person who sits here arrives and asks her to move over. Would they all laugh? Where would she sit then?
She felt the back of her neck turning hot. Cold beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, just then a cheerful voice greeted her from beside. ‘Hi! You must be the new girl who was to join today! I’m Aditi. Call me Adi’ and even before she could respond with a nervous hello, Adi sat down beside her and yapped away the rest of the study hour. By the time it was lunch she already knew Aditi’s entire family, her pet dog Dixie, the Chacha Chaudhri and Pinky comics that she was crazy about and how much she was in love with a guy called Salman Khan. By the end of the day the 2 girls were laughing and giggling their way to the bus stop. They were best of friends from that day on.

It was a boring ‘computer’ coaching class that wanna be geeks from all over the neighbourhood attended. ‘Summer holidays are for gali cricket and roaming there out in the open. How did I let mom and dad talk me into this?! ‘; Stan grumbled within. He tried his best not to think of the fish curry awaiting him for lunch back home and winced repeatedly to drive away the last bit of drowsiness that clung on to his eyelids and were trying to pull them shut. The extra attentive jerk in the first bench was stretching the class beyond it’s limit and shooting questions at the class instructor. ‘They do come in all shapes and sizes; don’t they??!’ murmured a voice beside him. He had hardly noticed this chap the whole time. He turned to look at him. He was like any other guy his age, bespectacled, wore a checked red shirt. But it was that impish smirk on his face and those eyes that set him apart and convinced Stan they were one of a kind. ‘I’m Dev! I see that you and I have just the same amount of interest in the proceedings of this class….Zilch!’ Stan smiled back. “I’m Stan and I am bored to a coma’
‘Whoa…I bet you are! Well, fyi I have no intentions of sitting through this torture in the afternoon session. You got a cycle? Or you rely on the public transport?’
‘Got a cycle yeah’
‘Well cool, smack up that lunch back home and get back here. We’ll take off to the WWA’
‘Women’s Welfare Association???!’
‘Yeah….They got ballet classes on there. Now shall I say we have a deal?’ winked Dev
Stan said ‘You bet bro!’
They became inseparable since then, and of course hardly seen anywhere near the geeks abode from that day on

Ayan looked around the hall. No pretty girls, not any so far, hard luck why does he have to land in such places all the time? He slept through the induction program and reached his hostel room, his room mate had not turned up until he had left for college. He could see some bags lying on the other bed. He looked hard at them and said to himself 'So that's whom I am going to spend the next 4 years with. I wonder what's this item piece like!' He turned on his heel on hearing a knock on the door. The new boy and his father stood in the doorway. The boy introduced himself as Raghu, a naive looking boy. After the initial pleasantries, the boy's father got up to leave. When he reached the door, he turned to Ayan and said, take care of my boy please! Ayan smiled, closed the door rolling his eyes. Raghu said 'Nevermind, my dad's not the best person to give me a decent intro!' Ayan smiled. Raghu walked over to Ayan's shelf inspecting his stuff and stopped near his guitar.
'I am guessing that's a guitar in there...of course, if they didnt make back packs in that shape!'
'Why, do you play?' Ayan asked with much interest
'Play?...well if there had to be anyone to kick Jimmy Page's a$$, it's gotta be Ragz baby!'
Ayan didn't even try to wipe that wide grin off his face and sat next to Ragz on the floor.
'Hmmm... definitely no pretty girls man' sighed Ragz
The boys burst out laughing, Ayan knew 4 years were going to be just as fine.

She sat in the flight flipping through magazines, not reading a word and trying to keep the tears that had welled up in her eyes from flowing down her cheeks. She had never been away from her family. The farthest she was away from her parents was in her college which was an hour’s drive from her home. And now she had to fly to a different country leaving them behind for a year on account of higher studies. She tried hard to block out the sight of her parents waving her goodbye at the airport terminal. She looked outside the window to see her city’s glittering lights beneath. ‘I’m going to miss you too’ she muttered. ‘But we’ve not even met…yet!’ said the guy seated next to her. She looked up at him, irked up. He smiled back warmly and asked ‘First time?’
‘Eh?’
‘I mean leaving home’
‘Yeah’
‘Mine too!’
‘You feel sad?’
‘Sad? Sitting next to a pretty girl like you? You gotta be kidding me!’
‘Are you always like this?!’
‘Only when I am trying hard to be cool!’
Before they knew it, they were chatting, bickering, pulling each other’s leg, telling each other about the loved ones back home and their plans in the new place. By the time the flight landed, they were sure of one thing, they had a friend in that city.


There’s no telling when you might stumble on that one person who would bring a smile on your face and would do anything to keep it that way. Love them; Cherish them!

P.S: Onnum illa…maha vettiya ukkandhu irukurapo I was contemplating how and under what circumstances I met some people in my life who changed it for the better or the worse :)
P.P.S: aiyayo….my blog’s starting to sound senti already….i’ll be back with something whacky soon ;)

Song On: In Dino (Life in a metro)
Mood: Cool

Posted by Sat at 2:54 PM
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When I board a bus, I have one and only thing on my mind...find a window seat. Now the seat should be such that I have 'more' of the window...and I must be able to open the window...many a times, in spite of struggling endlessly with it, some just refuse to budge! And then of course most importantly it must not be the 'sunny' side of the bus :D
After going through all that pain, I take my seat, switch on my music and prepare my self for the long commute...and in comes the lady/gentleman who for no good reason wants to close that window! Hello! it's open for a reason....in case it didn't occur to you! If you have a genuine problem the dust and pollution outside why not choose a seat where the window is closed? Polluted or not I need this darn air as I have my issues too...and I hate it even more when people oblige immediately to such requests and close the window and there goes the hard earned window seat. So the last time a lady asked me to close the window pointing to her eyes (they seemed to have a problem with the dust on the raod...), I retorted, sorry, I prefer to keep it open; coz I find it difficult when closed!
That was definitely the last thing she expected. But I know that wouldn't have dont her much good as the tiny window won't do half as much harm as the open door she was sitting right next to...duh!

Song on: Keh do tumhe
Mood: Irritated

Labels: Bus, Office

Posted by Sat at 9:52 PM
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Most of us Indians are often traveling abroad these days, some stay back for good
Other enjoy the spoils and return…
But no matter where we go, there still would be certain stubborn truly Indian traits in our blood that we just can't seem to shake off!
Here's my 2 cents!

• Stare..Wide eyed. We can't help it, can we. We see an attractive woman/man, stare! We see a couple getting a bit cozy, stare!...we have a dog littering the side walk, stare! Probably is no other race that can use their eyes so efficiently
  
• We're arguably the most well mannered bunch, at least that's what we say! We don’t hold a door open for someone coming right behind us and slam it on their face, if they didn't end up getting their nose bandaged, it's their luck! We do not know Thanks, Sorry exist in the English vocablary. We believe Queues are for morons
  
• Eco friendly! Yeah, you open any Indian household's closet, what do you see? Stacked up with polythene carry bags of the local super market. Tesco, Sainsbury, Somerfield, ASDA (US of A makkal pls substitute), all brands, make your pick! We just can't throw them off for recycling, we believe in re-using them
  
• Mathematical geniuses! Everyone of us is. No matter what the currency is, what the conversion rates are, we can calculate the Rupee equivalent price in a flash second before our spouse/partner heads to the billing counter
  
• Lock it. We lock everything, if we ladies could lock our handbags, we would have! Every single bag has a lock on it. No matter what your mode of transport is, duration of journey is, just lock the goddamn bag! In fact most of us try pushing that apartment door to see if it's still open after banging it shut (Oru kaalathula veetu kadhava pootitu thalpaala pidichi thongi paatha aalunga thaana!)
  
• We like it hot! :) No matter what cuisine it is supposed to be, it has to be doused with generous amount of pepper. And we still can't understand how these vella kaarans can survive on ela thalai!
  
• Eeerie silence in the afternoon train/bus, off peak hours, not many people around, enjoying your own peaceful moment. In comes co-desi, ipod blaring 'nee kattum sela madipula na…' even when dressed in Armani, the music on our 'personal' stereo will still be some kuthu paatu
  
• We’re the ultimate tourists. We want to go to every place we have seen in the photo album of that pakathu veetu karan when he visited Swiss a year back…Only we are busy clicking pics, striking god awful poses, only to be placed in another album and to be shown all around the locality back home much to the neighbours’ envy!
  
• We’re the kings and queens of make over. No matter what the duration of the visit, be it 2 days or 2 years, the normally greasy oily hair is replaced by rebonded mane or a funky spikes for guys. The wardrobe is completely changed, gyming creeps into our everyday routine and even the Pankajams and Janakis want nothing less than a Gucci or a Prada. Hmmmm….
  
• This is strictly for vegetarians, most of them let go of the vegetarianism they’ve followed all their lives, at one point of time or the other. Reason being, they just couldn’t decipher what was on the menu in that posh restaurant, and when they saw scampi, they thought it was some sort of sea weed and didn’t bother asking the waitress for fear of sounding funny….and out went the strictly vegetarian diet. [or may be in a free meal, in a haste to pick the most expensive dish just didn’t see the small word ‘salami’ written right beneath the name!] But guess what, most of them still swear by the fact that Scampi is not sea word, but skinned Aubergine :D
  
• Talk about Aubergine, it’s no longer good old brinjal, it’s aubergine or egg plant. We go absolutely crazy about crispy fried Okras, and keep wondering why they taste so much like Lady’s finger! It’s no longer ‘I’ll pick you up at 6’ it’s ‘I’ll pick you up at 6-ish’. Aiyos and Ada-s are gone and Blimey-s and Holy Moly-s have taken their place.Rasam’s passé, it’s mulligatawny! ;)
  

P.S: erm….You might wonder how many of these could have applied to me…I am not answering that question :P

Song On: Some song from Sivaji the boss ;)
Mood: Lazy

Labels: General, London

Posted by Sat at 9:35 AM
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