Meaningless Scribble

What Blew Your Mind When You Were a Kid?

2012-11-02T11:46:00.000+05:30

Hello there! Its been an incredibly long time since I took note of my only lonely blog, I am not sure if I even have any readers left. Then again. my stats show that there are quite a number of people who visit my posts on regular basis. Yet no comments, Sigh!

It's really a bummer that we are all growing up and no the same person we used to be. More serious, more mature and more boring, bleah!

Here is something I'd like to share with you all, for old times sake. The truth behind this chart is absolute! I used to hide from my teachers if at all I saw them anywhere outside school. You never know what to say to them besides, we are only used to give that gaping look whenever confronted by a teacher. Same thing happens outside school.. right?

To Improvise As You Proceed

2012-06-22T11:28:00.002+05:30

I can honestly tell you that I am not the same person who started this blog. The past few years have been such a washing machine ride. Tumbling, turning, rising, drowning, I have gone through many high's and low's.

There have been extreme situations and mental frustrations. None of which were pleasant. Nothing I anticipated/expected/planned had happened. Challenges on top of challenges were thrown upon me. I wanted to ignore and proceed, but fighting them was the only way to go further.

Everything I've learned and every manner I cultivated was put to test. But, in the end I won! yay me! looks like I have come a very far way to go back and continue from where I left everything.

If you take my soul apart it'd probably look like a war hero. Scarred and injured, but standing bright, tall and steady, and highly esteemed. (Too dramatic ?)

After going through this so called 'war' I've become a relatively different person. The view on this world is totally different now.

You improvise as you proceed.

Life doesn't go as planned, if you think so then you have been taught wrong. All you kids reading this, note down this point! School can teach you a lot of of nonsense but be careful on what you chose to learn and accept.

A simple lesson, but the lecture was bloody long! If someone had said this directly and openly I would have accepted it, but to make me go through this ordeal?!

Oh well. All is fair with fate and karma. Right? (irrelevant)

The Color of my Shoe

2012-04-16T20:00:00.000+05:30

Long long ago, so long ago, well pretty much six or seven years back my family and I went to the zoo. It was very hot that day so we all decided to have ice cream. My daddy took me and my sister (sis1) to the ice cream vendor, sis2 sat with my mother on a bench, she was only 4 yrs old and was very tired. When we reached the ice cream vendor we both looked at the many flavors and were smiling very widely.

I was confused whether to chose a choco bar or an chocolate cone, so I chose raspberry ice lolly instead. I forgot what my sister chose, maybe a choco bar. We got an extra ice cream cone for my mother and headed back to were she was sitting. My mom offered sis2 the ice cream, but she didn't want that ice cream, she wanted another one.

"I want ice cream the color of my shoe!" she said.

the shoe she wore that day

So my dad sis2 and I headed back to the ice cream station and again looked at the many flavors.My dad asked my sis what ice cream she wanted, she replied the same."I wan't ice cream like my shoe". So we looked at the display again, and suddenly I spotted the ice lolly that I figured is what my sis2 had in mind. And it indeed turned out to be the one she wanted. Then, we all happily ate our ice creams.

Please don't mind the kiddish style of writing, I was indeed still a kid seven years back. And I liked fairy tales

The picture below is the ice cream/lolly she wanted and that is the (cropped) picture of her having it :)

the purple color is missing though,

and she didn't notice it,

Shhhh...

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This entry is a part of the contest at BlogAdda.com in association with imlee.com

Are You Afraid Of the Dark?

2012-04-16T19:59:00.000+05:30

How many have you seen "Goosebumps" or “are you afraid of the dark?” on Disney channel? My little sis is an avid fan of them, actually both my sisters are. For me, I have found them a whole load of nonsense even from the time where R. L. Stine books were to be regarded as awesome. My sister of age twelve is currently going through that phase. She devours “Goosebumps” like I had read each and every page of “Harry Potter”. I still don’t understand how she finds them interesting.

For what I know, R. L. Stine knows how to start the story, bring ghosts and monsters into it but not how to conclude, or should I say, doesn’t know how to carry on the tale.
Watching them as a TV series isn’t any different, it is all the same whatsoever. The only factor I find amusing is that my little sister needs company while watching them. Heehehee, the fact that she is scared to watch it alone still amuses me. I wasn’t aware of this until a few days back.

I was happily chatting with my school friend one night when the little brat interrupted: “[my name], can you come and sit in the living room?”

“why what’s the problem?” I asked

“just come, come” she insisted

Me: “ok you go, I’ll be there in a while”

She: ‘’you come now’’ (I think she had a pretty good idea how long my ‘while’ would be)

I reluctantly got up and went along with her. It was only then that I realised what programme was on. Lol!!

Me: *giggles* ‘’ you were afraid weren’t you?’’

She: *sheepish smiles*

The show took 20 minutes to end and even though I found it pretty boring and was urged to go grab a snack, I wasn't able to, since my sis wouldn't let me move from the couch. In the end I finally went back to stare at my laptop. A minute later she realises I'm missing and comes trodding into the room...

She: ‘’why did you leave?’’

Me: ‘’the show is over isn’t it?’’ [with a blank/lost look on my face]

She: *moans in a kiddish manner* ‘’come and sit there’’ in a whiney tone.

*sigh* this girl is still scared! I once again go with her, but this time it was ‘Hanna Montana’. Had fun watching it

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This entry is a part of the contest at BlogAdda.com in association with imlee.com

Dad, Sisters and Sweets

2012-04-16T19:58:00.000+05:30

Yesterday was a dull, boring and tiring day, felt as if I was beaten up by someone. It was the previous days’ results that were showing, went on an official tour with friends and had loads of fun that I spent the next day (yesterday) sleeping. Surprisingly I had woken up early but it wasn’t a fresh start, gulping one whole mug of coffee hadn’t helped at all. Eventually I fell asleep again and woke up at 5pm; felt a lot better than the morning even though my face looked swollen and dull.

I was watching television while this incident took place. My sister (7 yrs old but still the baby of the family) was sitting on another sofa and was eating halwa with great concentration when my dad passed by.

“Hey, eating halwa is it?” He said.

*wide grin* “Yeah mummy said to give it to you” she replies with a cute smile, but doesn't offer any to dad .

Daddy had a blank reaction on his face, he said nothing, sis continued eating and I being the spectator was silently laughing at this (my laughter is usually noiseless) and ultimately remembered a similar episode with sweets, daddy and me.

Was a long time ago, maybe I was my sisters age then, or younger. My mom had warmed some ‘Mysore pak ‘(Indian sweet) and instructed me to give them to my father. I happily grab the plate and scampered away to my father.

“Daddy, mummy gave you this” I say, (dad was on the PC). Daddy turns, takes a look at the sweet and says “just a minute” Seconds later he turns towards me and is about to take the plate from my hand and that’s precisely when I…

*Achooooo!!!*(sneeze) directly on the sweet. I quickly handed over the plate and scurried away, didn’t note the reaction on my dads face nor did I realize my fault. Don't remember what happened next, only came to know my error a while later when my dad narrated the incident to my mom. Didn't understand it then, now I realise what a funny situation it was.

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This entry is a part of the contest at BlogAdda.com in association with imlee.com

Ohh My God! I'm Going to Die!!!!!!

2012-04-01T00:08:00.003+05:30

OMG!!! Im Going to Diieee!!!! My mind was literally screaming this. My eyes were wide with shock and bewilderment. There was pure recklessness in what was happening.

That was how horrid my auto-rickshaw journey was. While traveling, I don't mind speed but I can never forgive recklessness! This auto driver was pure devil and I don't know how many curses he must have credited from fellow vehicle drivers for his unimaginable form of rash driving.

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This auto-rickshaw fellow doesn't even follow basic rules of driving. I mean, he even he even drives on the wrong side of the lane caring less about the speeding traffic that is coming in the opposite direction; and is blind to traffic lights. Even if the traffic light it red, he looks both sides, if he can manage to drive through he goes for it. And, you all must be aware of the countdown to green/red on traffic lights. This fellow starts driving off when the timer comes to 10! there is 10 more seconds for the light to turn green and he speeds off before it. There was a huge lorry trying to make a turn in the unction when he sped off the red light, my life was spared my 4 feet.

If junction crossing is bad enough you should have seen how he wiggles through the vehicles without any indicators. I was almost convinced that the auto would be jammed between the public/government bus and the SUV Mahindra Xylo. It was impetuous! That was when my mind screamed 'Im Going to Dieee!!!!'

Fortunately, I didn't.

Thankfully, the roads we mostly free and the life threatening events were minimized to about 4 to 5. Even though it was something not to be tolerated. I'm living in a city where bus drivers act like they are driving cycles and turn sharply towards you without any warning. But then they are Bus drivers, there is this unspoken driving rule in Chennai, never mess with any public transport buses. Apparently this auto driver is oblivious to it. Also, no one suffers from tunnel vision worse than him. I doubt he even thinks to look both sides before crossing.

Of course, one can say it is a miracle that I lived to type this post, to tell this tale, to blog once again, you get the gist. It was like riding on a roller coaster-cum-horror house. but the fear factor was very less, almost negligible. there was much anger and cursing going on during my ride. I was also able to predict his life expectancy and his potential method of death. No, I did not get any visions or anything, just basic logic at its work.

I do not mean all the auto rickshaw drivers are so. It was only this demon possessed fellow. While returning back from my outing the auto drive was decent and calm.

Of Love and Convincing

2012-03-10T12:29:00.001+05:30

Was watching a game show on TV the other day, it was about married couples and how much they understand each other. I personally hate such shows, they make the couples do stupid things that, if you are so jinxed to watch them, would make you want to thank god for giving you a ceiling fan so that you can conveniently hang yourself. Some of the episodes are quite outrageous and pretty embarrassing for the viewers as well as the contestants. An example of what the couple might have to do: dancing. A romantic song would be playing at the background and the two who had never even tried dancing in total privacy are in front of millions of viewers doing something in the name of dance. A melodious song won’t do much harm maybe, but if they decided to play an item number instead, you are at your worst luck.

Why I was watching such a show in the first place, you may ask. I was bored, extremely bored and I wanted to watch TV. There was only a little problem with that, the remote wasn’t in my possession. It was the weekends and my parents take over the TV on Saturday and Sunday evenings. And these types of shows are my mothers’ idea of entertainment whereas I see it as an initiative to promote suicide. So we have our differences, don’t we all!

An interesting thought swished into my head while watching the show. There was this part where the couples had to recreate the first time they saw each other/proposed to one another; most of them had love marriages so the scenes were rather filmy and pathetic. This was the moment when I came across the thought ‘If I was to have a love marriage, how the hell would I convince my parents to agree?’ I am a complete sucker at convincing conversations, especially with my parents. They are still not in congruent with the fact that I have grown up. They never take me seriously and it’s very annoying. Coming back to the topic, what would I say? The more I think of it the more absurd seems the concept of me falling in love. I tell you I am hopeless! I won’t see it coming even if it’s dancing in front of my eyes.

Funny story:

Guy and girl fall in love and both are off to converse with the girl’s dad. He disagrees to their marriage; the reason being simple, the guy is jobless. No matter how much they try to convince the dad, he doesn’t budge. He says “think of this, if you have a daughter and she asks for a cell phone, a particular piece that comes without a battery and charger and for the same price as a normal completely functional phone, would you buy it for her? “

Boy: “what’s the point it doesn’t work”

Dad: “Exactly my point! “

Down Down Below

2012-03-05T00:02:00.001+05:30

Life has been too cruel for the past couple of months. There have been cases of abundance of unfathomable situations where one does not know how to accept and proceed. Stagnation has been a crucial constant over these days, as much to have nothing to have been going the way I presumed or even found comfortable accepting.

Lots of attempts have been disregarded and even failed whereas some have simply gone unaccounted. There were also those who have only been in existence as a plan, failed to be fulfilled. Never have I been through times where every thing I try was useless. At leas some could have bagged some purpose, but no. It was failure after failure that induced more and more insecurities and doubts.

A certain amount of redefining of self took place, mostly slated towards the negative side. Confidence, self-esteem, ambitions and aspirations have been lowered to an alarming level. Severe judging and comparison beyond the level of rationality had transpired. It was very unlikely of me to have shown such a dark side to myself. More than anyone I was most cruel to me. The struggle to uphold what was left of what I thought myself to be was still persistent but failing, like an attempt to forever hold a melting ice in a tight grip. Even the one prized facet of creativity that I've ever cherished seemed to fade, or rather travel so far that I could only remember what its presence felt like.

It all worried me, kept me at a state of total loss, but whatever happened one did have patience. The only aspect that marched forward when everything else moved in the opposite. Even hope didn't remain steady, it kept flickering, and sometimes vanished for hours at a time; pushing one down an endless pit and then finally appearing to pull you back. And when it appeared its presence was only limited. Of course, I did nothing to make it welcome or give it reason to retain its presence. How sure can one be of what actions would result fruitful in a time where all pursuit had been defeated.

What can one do now other than to sit back and watch whatever has to happen happen; allow the waves to wash over the sandcastle built too near the shore. Let the feeble structure tumble down completely and then I shall build from the blocks a better building with a stronger foundation and and adhesive that I concoct myself through perseverance and dexterity.

I've seen it happen once. Its not going to affect me the next time.

The Elusive Age

2012-02-07T12:48:00.001+05:30

So how old do you think kids find grown people to be?
This happened almost two years ago and I still find it very amusing.

I was visiting a relative's place in Saudi Arabia. My two cousins (bro's) were aged somewhere between 5 and 12, of course one was elder than the other by about three years (not that I'm trying to riddle you to find out their actual ages, I don't remember them myself) ; and we were three sisters aged, well, with five and twelve years of age gap between us. You get the picture.

We stayed in their welcome for about a week, touring, shopping, picnicking and relaxing. Being the eldest among the kids ( I was nineteen back then) I did not have much choice but to tag along with the younger lot and play their funny little games. Once the youngest cousin chased me around the house with an air-freshener aerosol threatening to spray it on me; the house was impeccably well fragranced by the end of our chase. There are also times where I simply sit back and watch the rest of them chat and play. Due to that lack of such an intellect or a childish perception I failed to qualify as an equal member of the group and couldn't contribute to the intellectual discussion that took place.

It was during one of these sessions that an intriguing question arose, How old are you?
Everyone shared their truthful age one by one... then came my turn. My two sisters and the two cousins looked up at me with high inquisitiveness. This somehow made me feel like I was giving a project presentation and one of the professors had asked a very silly question. Nonetheless I told them that I was 19.

My sisters nodded in acknowledgement whereas my cousins, they took it a bit harshly. The elder one was wide eyed and looked very surprised. The younger, he was the most affected. He gave a big gasp, clutched his heart and fell on the bed.

I, on the other had, was having a ball and giggling in delight. Moments later everyone recovered from their shock and went back to their serious discussion about video games.

I sincerely have no idea as to how old they thought I was, still don't. Even today when I think back of this event, I'm left thoughtless of what to think of their reaction. Although, I never fail to chuckle.

The three strands of hair

2012-01-16T11:12:00.000+05:30

There was once a girl who had only three strands of hair on her head. She was very fond of them and cared for it deeply. She would style them tie a pony tail and even sport a braid. Never did she think that she had negligible amount of hair or that she was practically bald. She flaunted her lustrous locks with elegance and pride.

One day it so happened that she broke one of those strands accidentally; and was devastated. She took desperate measures to take well care of the remaining two strands and preserve them for eternity. The processes turned out to be fatal for her scalp and she ended up losing rest of the strands.

In no way could her grief be described, the loss was unbearable. She spent a few days mourning her loss and eventually came into accepting her reality.

The next day she went and bought herself a beautiful wig.

The moral of the story is that each of you reading it will have their own. And for those who can't think of any, there's none.

The Aadu Family

2011-10-09T13:11:00.000+05:30

My Dad has this habit of waking up early every morning no matter where he stays. We were once on a little trip to his hometown, stayed there for a week. It was a small place, a clash between village and a town but cant be completely said as either. We stayed there for about two weeks I guess, and not any of us had woken at the break of dawn while residing there, except for my dad.

One fine day, he decides to relate to us what he does so early in the morning and all the events that took place while he sat in the balcony watching time pass by. We siblings listened with great interest.

My sisters' understanding of Tamil language is rather vague but enough for survival. Here is one of her vague understanding moments of my dad's early morning venture :

The Tamil word 'Aadu' means goat, but also means to dance. The spellings are different in Tamil but the pronunciation is almost alike.

Dad- "and then this aadu family comes by every morning at around 6 am without fail" [ Aadu = goat]
sis - " aadikite varuvangala?? " [the family comes dancing??]

she actually thought it was a human family that visited every morning; and they came dancing.

And then there was non stop laughter for the next five minutes.

image : http://www.bridgetarmstrong.co.uk/paintings/16-kosouli.jpeg

Granny Diaries

2011-10-05T11:56:00.001+05:30

Days have been busy around here, I'm having a grandmother to look after. She arrived here from her hometown a couple of weeks back mostly for medical reasons and also a change of venue. it has been a very tightly scheduled days for me from then onwards with all the looking after, the increasing number of guests we have who come to visit granny, and little little helps she doesnt ask for.

My granmother has severe joint to joint ache and needs assistance to walk from place to place. this I have to aid mostly due to her forgetting her walking stick back home. Looking at her state only makes me pray that no one deteriorates to such an extant that they need assistance to carry out the most simplest of necessities. of course, I'm not complaining, I am glad to aid her but then she too is too formal with me here, never asks for anything, and that is what gets on my nerves. Also the fact that she complains of insomnia and keeps on asking the doc for sleeping tablets. truth be told, she sleeps all day and most of the afternoon, how is she to get proper sleep at night now?

To be honest, I dont think she likes it here much. No matter how aiding we may be, she thinks of herself as an extra trouble for all of us. Another reason is that she misses the gossips of her little town and the people there.

Roads and Signs

2011-09-13T12:05:00.003+05:30

Sign boards are a way of ensuring caution warning and prevention of people from getting lost. Apart from the traffic regulatory signs the government also ensures some food for thought, road safety tips and hazards of certain activities while driving. The irony of this goodness intended approach is that the person they are targeting will be the last one to read those messages while on the road. Also it is highly unadvisable for the driver to be reading random thought provoking passage when he/she should be concentrating on the happenings of the road.

Another satire that I’ve come across is unintended comedy that makes you flummox at first glance. In a city where nomenclature of areas and streets are varied from British lords to Indian saints and scholars’ one may expect anything to qualify as a name of a region. That said it is evident that many unfamiliar travelers may be misguided due this funny phenomenon. And speaking about unintended comedy, here is a picture that guarantees a chuckle to any. Be it an antagonized driver or an anxious passenger.

This post was previously on another blog of mine which I have now deleted.

News Sleep

2011-08-16T00:36:00.000+05:30

Falling asleep while watching the news/ listening to the news will never be a good idea. Happened to me a while back And when that happens unintentionally, you wake up with the worst ever mental state (Headache, confusion and lack of rest even after resting). Especially when you have heard a news as absurd and idiotic as what I heard.

Im not a fan of news channels, I do not like the reporting style since they try to feed in the message in a biased manner. their tone of speech is very very annoying and condemning of even the most trivial matters. Anyways, the news that bothered, or rather flabbergasted me was the one about the assassins of Rajiv Gandhi, whom are still alive and yet to be punished and have apparently asked for a Mercy Plea from the president. The president, in her right mind, had rejected it. Well, thats completely normal is it not? I mean they are dangerous people who massacred a handfull of people too in an attempt to assasinate our former prime minister.

This rejection of mercy had brought about serious reactions. some twit of a person said that a petition could be sent to the high court te re consider the plea and that rejection was not a good move. He suggested that the Prime Minister should have shown some mercy and accepted the plea. I mean, seriously! do you even have any idea of what you are talking about?! These are the one's who plotted against our deceased Prime Minister.

Initially my jaw was on the floor learning that these terrorists are still alive and not even sentenced to a proper punishment. does not our dear Sonia Gandhi want fast action considering her husbands death?!?! its been freakin 20 years! and nothing has happened. This may be a land of procrastination but this is too much. I am appalled! and have finally concluded that the indian judiciary system is crap and needs serious amendments.

Even the british have corrected their ways after their initial implemetation of the law, which unfortunately is still followed in India. And we still sit here meticulously following a flawed system that gives neither justice nor punishment. Remember, justice delayed is justice denied!

Little (too much)

2011-07-21T07:21:00.002+05:30

So its been a long time, what with all the nothings to do and lack of ideas and enthusiasm to write. I have been have been thinking a lot lately; and much good did it not do. worst idea ever!
too much contemplation on trivial things only make you conclude that the moon is actually bigger than the sun due to the phenomena of solar eclipse.

Blog layout Mishap

2011-07-07T10:38:00.001+05:30

How does my new layout look? Nothing much to it is there? I tried to do something with it by playing around with the coding but then got lost in the middle of it and evidently lost interest. The blog looked weary and haywire. And when there is a mess, I have the habit of simple abandoning it and not looking back at it until I've calmed down and am ready to deal with it. In other words.. I freak out!

Maybe I should just perfect the code off-line and then integrate it here. I must say, coding is indeed a pain! But if you want something, you have to put some effort into attaining it.

I do not know how programmers do it. Coding, as a profession seems so torturous. I have had enough trouble with it while doing my final year project. Coding can be interesting but just the learning part. Working on it continuously only feels redundant.

Will have to get back to this blog modifying business sometime, until then it is the dark orange theme

Word of the Day

2011-06-21T19:45:00.001+05:30

I have been a subscriber for the 'word of the day' from dictionary.com for quite some time now. In the beginning it was very interesting and I took time and effort to remember the words and use them, but as time passed by the intent to even try to get the pronunciation of the word right has abut.

Long back, during school days (feels so odd adding the 'long back' word with school days), I had signed up for the same vocabulary enhancing offer from dictionary.com. I actually learned and harnessed some of those words back then. And then soon came the summer holidays and I didn't bother to take a second look at them. I became so nonplus at the sight of the mail notifications and started to see them as spam, eventually unsubscribing. The re-subscription mentioned above happened a few months ago.

It all happened when I was going through the sight in search of a synonym of word for reasons forgotten. There it was, the word of the day, which miraculously happened to suffice my word need at that time. So happened the urge to become and autodidact and increase my vocabulary as well as my English proficiency.

A moment of retrospecting happened when I was about to click that 'subscribe' button. It was like a premonition, telling me how useless it had been the last time and the daily new words wont do any better this time. It was somewhat right, but I did manage to follow the words longer than last time and averred to at least read the word and meaning, let alone actually understanding what I read. It was like the saying 'going in through one ear and out the other, only difference is that this was going yarely into one eye and our the other.

The real reason behind this post is for me to put into use at least five words from the 'word of the day' into use. I guess I have done more than that. Was nice to have actually put into use these words, even though I am quite aware the effect are only fugacious.

Maybe some of you need a dictionary to comprehend all these words. Have I indirectly made you learn new words too? My Pleasure!

image from : http://www.lostateminor.com/2008/02/25/7-letter-words/

Pet-Theater-Peeves

2011-06-16T15:42:00.001+05:30

Most of you have been to theaters, some times would be good and enjoyable and some others irritable. Enjoyable or Irritable, all depends on how you keep your cool.

We go to the theater to watch the long awaited movie in big screen and full effects. You take along your friends for an added enjoyment, you want everything to go perfect, you have zero tolerance for even the slightest of disturbance. But apparently our expectations, or should I say over expectations, would have been unfulfilled to the point of such irritation that you plot ways of ruining the movie experience for everyone in that hall.

I have faced some minor and some major irritations when in the theater, but it so rarely occurs that all of them happen during one session.

It was just a few days back that I chose to go for a movie, on a day where I thought the crowd would be equal to negligent. But of course, that was only the starting of my over-expectation being overruled.

Of all the things that could go wrong in a theater happened one by one, one after the other.

It was a good start, was all quiet when they stared playing all the ads and some fantastic movie trailers. You sit there enjoying in awe and making notes of other movies to be seen in big screen. The actual movie starts, the first scene commences and all of a sudden your vision is obscured by the group of people who painstakingly chose that exact moment to seat themselves in the row right in front of you. And are they content with their initial seating positions? no. They get up and rearrange themselves again.

Finally, every one is seated and all seems fine till the moment you realize that your head has been tilted and stretched to an angular position to get a complete view of the screen. It so happened that the tallest person from the distracting group mentioned in the previous paragraph has positioned himself right in front of you. This is one of the most annoying things that could ruin your cinema experience. I tried not to get my head hot although I was suppressing a serious urge to kick the seat in front of me. I tried my very best to focus my full attention on the movie and not the distraction. It worked, after a while, or maybe 30 mins, the person decided to move. Yay my luck!

The other incidents that followed were only trivial compared to the previously mentioned, but they are mood killers :

when the protagonist comes in there are loud whistles from all around that numbs the dialogue. Even Po from Kung Fu Panda got that greeting. That was very funny
when there is a intense moment, the whole hall is in utter silence and exactly at that precise moment someones mobile phone rings.
you chose the wrong place to sit and the surround sound was surround only at the one side of the ear.
the interval comes and you are given a huge list of eatables to fetch from the canteen, by the time you come back the movie has already commenced
you are starting to enjoy the movie and asks you to give them way. As you do so, you miss a really amusing scene and wonder why everyone else is laughing but you.
In 3D movies, the 3D glasses not sitting properly on your nose. And that tingling feeling on the nose you get while wearing them.

These are some of my theater themed pet peeves. You must have gone through similar ones, I am sure! And If you've been through even more ridiculous ones, please share.

Hazy Weekend

2011-06-11T17:50:00.000+05:30

Today was a very pleasant day. Sun shone just right between the thick blanket of clouds and the temperature, much tolerable than what it has been for the past couple of months. Yes, this summer had been torturous and I am very happy for the change of weather here irrelevant of there being no rain!

Spent the whole morning outside, walking through the market area window shopping even on the platform shops and sometimes even aimlessly smiling at my good fortune of a good start to a weekend. Even driving in this weather was a bliss, somehow all the hatred and irritation that I'd piled up about this city had vanished in no time. It is amazing how a beautiful weekend morning outing can bring such a change in mood and perspective.

Ended the outing with a mid noon snack of hot Punjabi samosa's n the south Indian fame Filter Coffee.

Nose Cut

2011-05-15T12:05:00.000+05:30

Have you ever had those moments where you hit yourself at the acknowledgement of your own stupidity? I am sure many of you have. It is a basic human reflex, when you see a friend acting foolish you take certain attempts to pull them back o their senses; and when the concerned person is yourself, you think very less about kicking, pinching, slapping, and punching. You simply go ahead with that whim, especially when you're alone.

A few days back I was lying down, after a sumptuous meal, and thinking. Thinking about the most absurd of things and laughing at my own ingenious way of trying to project into what could be my near future. To be honest, I was plotting ways to bully my younger sisters. And then, as thoughts always do, they evolved twisted turned and one thing lead to another.Out of nowhere I remembered that I had to check my mail. I grabbed my phone and started flicking through it.

Once that errand was done, there was a sudden dawn of realization. All of a sudden I felt utterly stupid of what I spent my last five minutes thinking, I had an uncontrollable impulse of wanting to hit my head on the wall. I was too lazy to get out of the bed and walk towards the wall, so I decided on something else. The cell phone I had in my hands, I let it fall on my head. You know the term 'face palm', this was a variation of that, called 'face Phone', irrelevant! Anyways, it was nothing, didn't hurt, neither was it so dramatic or as stupid as what followed. I was really put up on inflicting at least 5% pain on self.

I picked up the phone and let it fall on my forehead again, but this time the altitude was a little higher. Had almost the same effect and I wasn't satisfied with the result. I took the phone in my hands, once again. I took it as high as I could and this time i didn't let it fall, I threw it.. with a considerable force. What happened next was very unforgettable, its effects was felt till yesterday.

The cell phone missed my head and fell hard on my nose. A moment of utter shock due to the pain. It was excruciating! I was lying there clutching my face for a whole minute, wondering if I had dislocated my nose (I assume the worst of situations. My nose was fine). For a whole minute everything was a blur, had no idea how things went wrong. This was the most stupid of actioned I have done in a long time.

A normal person would utter out the most selective of foul languages in such a situation. Since yours truly lacks in such vocabulary, she sat there in silence unable to apprehend how this happened.

I still don't understand how it all happened.

There is just something about... April

2011-05-02T19:49:00.000+05:30

Last month was a complete blur. It started as a joke and continued on as an un-understandable moment of time. There was something fishy about the month April. I still cannot figure out what it was and before I know it the month comes to an end. What I am trying to say is, I have wasted a whole month doing nothing.

Complicated Cricket

2011-04-14T22:40:00.000+05:30

Cricket is one of those interesting matters that India has held on to even chasing away the British. Like the trams in Calcutta and the Railways (still thrivingly preserved in their original state :P) and interesting architectures the ostentatious churches and cozy little cottages in hill stations.

Nonsense ahead.

I am a fan of cricket, I enjoy the game irrelevent of what country plays it and enthusiastically clap whenever a favorite team plays :P.For those who don't know, Hockey is India's national sport and as a Hockey player myself I say it is totally underrated!

Cricket, Ive been seeing it from a young age. My dad is a big fan and I mostly tag along with him after seeing all the fun he has while watching the match. In the beginning I tried to figure out the game by myself. It must have been the world cup season for I remember watching the matches on a daily basis. At that time, my deductions of the game was this :

The bowler bowls, one of the batsman hits the bat and pases it on to the other batsman. And they continue the batting like a game of tennis, one batsman to the other. If he misses a hit, he's out. If the ball gets hit very high and someone catches it, he's out! If the stumps fall, he's out!

Now, as a kid I had no patience sitting put watching cricket for more than 3 minutes. In the midst of running around the house and asking too many questions, this is what I had deduced of the game. It was only some years later, when I was about eight or nine years of age, I decided to ask my father of how the game is played. Guess What? I was completely Wrong!

Morning Blooooooo's and Browns (the Coffee)

2011-04-07T11:09:00.000+05:30

It's been an hour since I woke up, and I still feel like I have just stepped out of the bed. This is an early Morning talk. Might make no sense .

Some things never change, or so they seem. I all wanted to do was blog, now that I have started writing, all the enthusiasm disappeared due to the fact that I have no topic in hand, am simple filling the lines, one at a time. I don’t have much to say along these lines anymore, the thing is... Now I don’t need to hold on to all the smartass statements that crosses my mind. I dump it all on twitter.

This is so cool, every sip of coffee I take, I construct a sensible sentence.

I am sooo hungry now; I woke up very late today. The alarm went on at seven am, but the oh so smart me decides to press the ‘off’ button instead of snooze. I wish “Alarm” was a human job description, that way I can hire someone who would make me get up at time :D

Y U NO tweet : “POWER NAP, Y U NO GIVE ME MORE POWER?

Now that, is a very good question.

Why am I quoting on a nap when the post is about an all night (lack of) sleep? Cos it was funny, :D

Grudge. Part...er... lost count

2011-03-14T09:43:00.002+05:30

Every girl must have gone through this, the fight/argument with their mother. It is pretty common, but here it is like having to deal with one tv serial character. I seldom know why and how she has a grudge against me, it is usually for very petty and pathetic reasons, e.g.: I arrive 5 minutes late to wash the dishes. And this horrendous trait of mine is rewarded with a 5 day of my mom not talking to me.

Yours truly is not complaining, she likes it much, the less she talks to her mother the better off she is. She even is free from the petty little jobs that highly irritate her and nevertheless she ends up doing them. Example: "get me a glass of water" or calling me all the way from my room to the kitchen and "get me one tomato from the fridge" (the one she is standing right next to). Her mother, in vain, even does the normal chores that yours truly usually does, just because she had arrived couple of minutes late. Then again, yours truly is not complaining :D

It has been three days, and counting, since my mother has spoken normally to me. It was all because of the above mentioned reason, I was 5 minutes late. Ans me, I am as bothered as the mosquitoes bother of hurting you before the bite. Moreover, i am very indifferent when it comes to taking scolding. It annoys the hell out of people, I simply fail to react. I go with the attitude of 'please, whatever you have to say, say it soon, I have to get back to a couple of things", this is due to the number of times I had to take it from my mom. After a while I couldn't be bothered. So, as a result, my sisters get the loud noise instead (I do pity them, I really do. But I can’t so much, once upon a time I too was at the receiving end. Not Anymore!).

I am still wondering how many more day is this grudge going to stay. You know, she talks very nicely to me like everything is fine whenever she needs something. Like the other day she asked me to fetch something from the nearby grocery, I did, after she got her stuff she went back to ignoring me. *Sigh* Such is Life!

If at all this was from anyone else, instead of mommy dearest, I would have smeared grease on their way down the staircase!

Careful! my dear friends :)

Haaha, This actually is a fact! :P

2011-03-12T22:10:00.000+05:30