Wednesday, September 30, 2009

My Train Journey

Cool!I have never really blogged on a train journey.Yup,I am in a train on my way to meet my mummy dearest.I had no idea I can get connection from here.Talking about technology wonders! I just took a 10 min break to actually see if I can get on-line.And I did ( I am still in disbelief) =). Anyways, I bought a book to keep myself occupied and KFC to keep my tummy occupied ( had no heart to let her starve=)) Oh, the book would be "The God Of Small Things" by Arundhati Roy. My initial plan was to get Jodi Picoult's Changing Heart and hop into the train, but somehow, among all the books with wonderfully designed covers on the shelf, the book by Arundhati Roy caught my attention. So, yes, once again I followed my instinct and bought the book.The other thing that I did today or rather followed my instinct again was, I skipped class. It was with another batch of a whole new students. God, the fear, the anxiety just took over me.I asked what worse can happen, I would probably be called to the dean's office.They wouldn't slaughter me as a punishment,would they? So,what the hell, I did not go, instead drove to the train station to buy my tickets instead!Now, coming back to my train journey. I have got the upper berth.Oh by the way, they have got the world's tiniest stairs to get into the train. About four finger breadth. And, I as usual with my heavy bag and a bottom to go with it=) had to climb myself up.I went swinging at one point, before I could properly get myself to balance on the metal and was sure I had the gravity pull equally on both my legs, which was when I jumped into the train. Next,came the second challenge,remember I mentioned UPPER berth, yup you guessed it right, another flight of stairs ( not really flight) but this, I pull through successfully. My journeys are always filled with some readings, food, the beautiful scenes along the way ( in some places only though, cause most of the time its just green plants that pass by like lightning trying to keep in pace with the accelerating train), memories,memories,memories, then my hopes, daydreaming, tears, and finally sleep.Oh not to forget, my songs to keep me company.But, I keep forgetting my mp3 in these past two train journeys. But today,today is different, its blogging while on the move=) A whole new experience.Thrilling. I am sitting in a confined space on an 8 inch bed with white sheets behind the somewhat muddy green curtain typing away.Now,tell me, isn't that exciting. Hehe. Did I forget to mention that , the white and green are the only colours in the train besides the fluorescent light. Just, about half and hour ago, I had a friend send me a poem in Tamil, which she has promised to read to me the next time I see her. Just yesterday as we spoke, she told me about Santa Banta joke. I am like what??? Santa what? Not again. The eerie feeling just got back to me. The last time I spoke with a guy friend of mine, who was apparently telling me a knock knock joke, and was shocked to find out I had no reaction after he said knock knock, ( I had no idea I was supposed to say something, so I did what I am best at , just listened,anyways come to think of it, the whole situation turn out to be a joke,haha),now its Santa Banta taking over. I just laughed my head out thinking...not again.Is there an universal classification for jokes or something which I am missing out on? Oh by the way, I have always visualised one of my train journey to turn out to be like the one from Varnam Aiyaram or Jab We Met, but my lucky stars have a mind of their own. May be one day , I might find my Surya or Shahid *wink,wink* Well, I always thought the fact that I am taking the berth had an impact of me not seeing Mr.Right yet (come to think of lame reasons to satisfy my emotinal curiosity)

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Yet To Be Discovered...



When the breeze of love finds my way
I stopped in my path,
I felt the connection
Instantly I knew a new road will be laid
An adventure,
We will both discover together
We will stick by each other,
As we unfold the mystery of love
And we shall leave our trails along the way,
As a living proof of our wonderful journey
It would be a history,
In the future
About the everlasting love there ever was...

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Did I Hear You Say Saree? See, Now I Am Grinning






















Holla=) Hope you people had a wonderful weekend. I know I did. What I did? SHOPPING! And this was not your typical walk into the stores and walk out with a bag of Prada or Gucci or DKNY. It was what I call the "cultural-shopping". Yup, it was Saree-shopping. Oh my lord, do you know the feel it gives you. It was like entering an ice cream parlour. I felt the thrill and excitement of a 7 year old. Colours , just name it, gorgeous designs, materials as soft as the feel of ice cream slidding down your throat, hmmm....yummy! Ahh, I feel like screaming, being blinded by all these wonderful man-made creation. I don't want to leave this place. The 4 hour experience was like having heaven flashed before my eyes. The yellow georgette saree was similar to the lemon meringue ice cream, and then there was the rusty brown Saree with sequins work on it which reminded me of a perfectly blended chocolate ice cream "designed" with chocolate rice=) I only had patience that lasted for 10 minutes, before I start digging in=) I pulled out nicely folded Sarees and practically everything that my hands could reach. I, ( would be wrong to use I its more like we- my sisters and mum, remember when committing a crime-like act, always include the rest so that it would not reflect too bad on you) had the man tie up the Saree for us, more than one piece of course.It was hard to satisfy my Saree liking cause my only problem seem to be I am in love with all the Sarees. But, when I came to my senses I knew I had to make one choice- and it was the white Saree with pretty flower motifs and a turquoise border splendidly designed with sequin hand-work that caught my eye. You know what I felt that day when I left, I wanted to do it again, the whole experience was simply perfect and I felt happy. Anyway, when I was back home , we sat and planned out our Saree blouse designs.And, I am sticking with my halter neck. A change for once! Once I am done with that, its time for the perfect shoes and the accessories to go with it=) It is never easy to be a women!Too many choices, too little aspirin=) Now, what I really need is a change in career. A Saree model perhaps? I would love too

Friday, September 18, 2009

R.I.P



KEITH FLOYD
You defined art in a new way
Colours apart, taste was your priority,
Zesty,tangy,spicy,sweet...
Whatever it is,
You delivered "love" in each serving,
And this art will forever be missed...




PATRICK SWAYZE
"You danced your way into our hearts..."
You will forever be remembered!

Friday, September 11, 2009

Men Vs Boys

"Choose a man, he knows when to pamper you, when to spoil you and how to take care of your needs, understanding and definitely more matured"

This were the words of a friend I spoke to the other day. Just days after that, another girlfriend of mine told me about how her boyfriend won her heart. And of course,he was a man, not a boy. "What's the difference?" I asked. "Well, a boy gets you a 60 dollars watch whereas a man a 300 dollars watch." Oh, the price difference,I thought. Again it is not fair to classify them like that, I think to a certain extent it depends on their socioeconomic status, don't you? But, anyways, I know what she really meant. It goes something like this:

"The truest difference between the man and the boy: The man is aiming at a goal; the boy is drifting aimlessly"
~ Author unknown~

And hats off to Jessara, for her opinion on it.She said it all!

“Boys are students: Men are teachers

Boys are consumers: Men are producers

Boys play with toys: Men work with tools

Boys break things: Men make things

Boys ask questions: Men give answers

Boys are disruptive: Men bring order

Boys run in gangs: Men organize teams

Boys play house: Men build homes

Boys shack up: Men get married

Boys make babies: Men raise children

A boy won’t raise his own children: A man will raise his and somebody else’s

( LOVE THIS )

Boys invent excuses for failure: Men produce strategies for success

Boys look for somebody to take care of them: Men look for somebody to take care of

( HOW TRUE)

Boys are present-centered; Men are time-balanced, having knowledge of the past and understanding of the present and a vision for the future

Boys seek popularity: Men demand respect

Boys are up on the latest: Men are down with the GREATEST.”

PS- boys are a waste of time, and men are hard to find.

( CLASSIC!)


Saturday, September 5, 2009

This Is Real...Pinch Me!

I feel like I am on a bullet train.Its going and going and I don't know my destination. I feel like leaves flying along with the wind, taking me somewhere,anywhere, a place only the wind knows. Within a span of 1 year ,I am traveling on this train.Along the way, I experienced both the ups and downs of life.From the worried lines on dad's face, to the first tear rolling down his cheeks, the last breath he took, the heartbreak I felt ever since, the way "she" cried and cried every day, from the day I told myself I will be strong, to the day I realize I have learn to be responsible, the day I knew I want to stand on my own feet doing things for my family, to the day I knew I have lost my good friend, and the days I cried myself to sleep, so often wanting to be pampered and to be hugged, and till now, this very moment, when mum told me about the wedding bells that will soon be heard in my house, I cried---tears of Joy! I spoke to him today, like any other day I would if He was around. Somewhere not seen by my eyes, I know He is there, to bless my sister, He will be a part of it...
******
I am still on this train... For every blink of an eye I take, everything changes...