The song below, is the famous “Aaro Viral Meeti” (if at all, you did not realize) from the film “Pranayavarnangal” sung by the renowned K.S. Chitra.

Aaro Viral Meetti | Music Upload

I have analyzed myself already listening to this, and have found out so many flaws that, Sarath of  the Malayalam show Idea Star Singer fame, would have completed 100+ blog posts if he converted his notepad comments! Sound clarity, pronunciation, and pitching and finally of all, “sangathis” (the iterations) needs to be improved!!!

I hope some of the readers would still has the courage to remain subscribed to this blog!

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Recently, I saw this website, Letters of Note in my Google Reader. Then there was a tweet from Shashi Tharoor on World Literacy Day. Along with it, this post by Sanjukta about Twitter. The era of letters, posts, stamps, inland covers, flashed back onto me.  Mixed thoughts streamed into my mind and got squeezed out to form the final words currently being penned down.

Loss of Pen pal system

Long back, there were inland letter posts from aunts and friends to my mom, following the traditional way of keeping in touch. I never got one, except for greeting cards and one or two anonymous love letters. I was grown up in the telephonic era. Not the mobile, but the old faithful land line. The times when the 5-digit numbers were used instead of the current 8-digit phone numbers.

I also have a vague memory of reading requests for pen pals in some magazines. At that time, I had wished for someone of that kind, a voice who listened to me, and replied to me when I needed. A shout to a virtual person about our life happenings, our views, our thoughts. But in those times, networking to strangers was weird and hard. Especially to find an unseen, but reliable person.

But now that, networking is so easy, connections are easily made over the internet. The loud thoughts in the form of blogs, and tweets or microblogs, enables us to send posts or short messages as letters to many of our pals, not the pen pals, but the online pals.

With the popular networking sites, public profiles and profile photos, there is less number of hidden identities, though there are spam and fraud. You easily exchange phone numbers, family photos, and even travel across territories to meet such friends. The anonymous tinge gets over very soon, when finally, virtual images gets converted to real living people.

Online Pals replaces Pen Pals?

There are also some kind of people who though would have interacted, would have never become friends. Just like a stranger who helped you by giving a lift, there would be many who would have  helped you on your various problems of life. In the form of single comments, and replies you would have been connected with someone, but then the connection does not sustain forever.

Then there are some, who are very closely connected through internet but have not yet met in real. Occasional or at times, daily conversations happens between them. From group mails to forums, the latest trend is that of twitter where new friends and followers are made easily. Real time tweets, instant replies and private messages differentiates this from the slow blogs. Conversations and discussions are made irrespective of religion, caste, status, language, or location.

And if such online pals start writing to each other, be it through online, it can be called the modern variation of the pen pal system. But can you imagine sending a postal mail to any of your online pals? Not the emails and SMS’s but a personal letter, in your own handwriting, penning down each and every thoughts of your mind? A personal note to show your love or concern? In these times, when real friendship are limited to online conversations and forwards, do these online relations have a real existence which would sustain for a good period of time?

Loss of letter writing

As per the advanced techie freaks who prefer not to waste their precious time, the pain and trouble taken for writing letters is of no worth, when they have the latest technology in hand. Does any one writes love letters or notes to their partners or room mates these days?

For that matter, they would have forgotten to write. It has happened in my case, for sure. My handwriting which I loved at a time, has gotten completely worse. I remember being crazy over pens and refills, but not anymore. Many a times, I have thought about writing similar small notes to old friends, but then, the technological inventions sweep me over finally.

Innovations are meant for better living, but the loss of some old methods and practices makes the golden memories more treasured.

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He closed the door without a sound and went out. The table, which carried his watch, now contained few notes of five hundred…

She got up finally and went to her dressing table. The mirror reflected a stranger today. There was something different on the face. Was it a glow? Or the aura of profound knowledge of the truth which cleared her conscience and clarified her doubts…

Slowly, she took out the razor from the drawer and ran it over her wrist. Blood and pain disfigured her face to nameless expressions. Dipping her finger in the pool of blood, she placed it over the forehead and drew a long line. Happiness and satisfaction brightened the aura around her. And then she slipped to the ground, motionless…

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It was getting cold. I remained lied down in bed. As though my mind was sleeping and body awake. I closed my eyes and some blank and white images got rendered across them. I opened my eyes. I couldn’t survive it anymore. I enabled the songs from my walkman. Loud. So that it could drive away all the sleepiness from my mind. I closed my eyes. No images now. Great. I succeeded. It was then the rain started.

I got up heavily and moved over to the window. Slightly opened one inch of it. I sniffed a bit. To smell the earth. I couldn’t get anything. Maybe, it got dried up too. Just like the tears of broken heart.Maybe the earth too cried. She couldn’t control the spinning neither the revolution. She was destined. To live without day and night and to witness everything that goes on within her and on her surface.

Two small boys ran along the road. They were in their school uniforms. Maybe the school is over. What time is it? The rains and dark clouds deceive even the time. Nope. It deceives us, not the time. Rather, time goes on. without ever stopping.

I went to the other room and checked the time. 4pm. Time for a tea.

The rain hardened. The heat from my tea glass shook me from the spine. I opened the balcony door. The rain drops were trickling through the roof panes. I moved back to avoid the drops onto the glass.

Few more boys walked along lazily towards the main road. Did they knew who they were? Or what they would be in few years. Future generation of the world. But here they are, walking unsteady, clung to their umbrella’s, hitting every stone they found on the path. No worries. Innocence at its best.

The rain slowed down. A melodrama from the clouds. Drizzle to rain and then back to drizzle and dark clouds.

A young lad came running from behind. As if to join the boys walking in front of him. Maybe to excel them. Or maybe he just wanted to reach home faster. The water bottle oscillated on his side, along with the umbrella above him, to match with the rhythm of his pace. The hard stones and rocks of the road went unnoticed by his eyes. They were searching something else. Far ahead. And then he tripped.

The shock and pain was written on his face. Expressions of a child. Cute, unexpected and pure. He lifted his face and looked ahead. The group of boys were still moving ahead. Unaware of what happened behind them. The umbrella tumbled upside down to experience the raindrops within its enclosure. He struggled to get back on his own. Shaking his soiled hands off, he straightened himself, with the heavy school bag and water bottle on his side, toppling and shifting his balance. He picked up the umbrella casually, and started running again.

Within few moments, he reached up with the gang of boys. They welcomed him. With smile and surprise. They walked away like a massive cloud.

I lowered my eyes to check my tea. The tea was losing its hotness slowly. Rain had its effect on it too. A small smile bloomed in my mind, reflecting in my eyes. I sipped the tea more frequently. I need to finish it fast.

There were so many things to do…

PS: Tried to attempt a different way of portraying the same situation again.

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I have tagged you because I am hoping you will fill this out about yourself. I would love to find out more about you! Copy this, paste in a new note, replace my answers with yours and re-post this as your name followed by “ology.” Tag friends you want to get to know …. and most importantly, tag me.

***********FOODOLOGY************
What is your salad dressing of choice? Chipotle Southwest/Sweet Onion …
Neither… Either Russian or Caesar salad! Prefer to have known combination. Why risk with your stomach?!

What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?
Do you have a sit up restaurant too?!! Well, no favorites till now actually. It depends on the food that I ordered that day.

What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of?
Rice!! Still doing it!

What are your pizza toppings of choice?
Cheese!!

What do you like to put on your toast?
Cheese, Butter and Veggies – onion, tomato, cucumber, and some salt and pepper.. mmmm…

***********TECHNOLOGY***********

How many televisions are in your house?
One

How many remotes?
Two

What color is your cell phone?
Black

Do you have an iPod?
No

How many computers?
One

PS: This part was easy!
***************BIOLOGY************
Are you right-handed or left-handed?
Right.

What is the last heavy item you lifted?
Grocery from “More”..
Oh.. wait.. Pressure Cooker would be the last one I guess…

Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
No..

************BULLOLOGY*************
If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
I guess not… I would like to have more happiness than fear in life!

If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
In childhood, I used to think my name was strange, and especially with initials K B n all, but from the time Cognizant gave me a surname its been better, Archana Babukamath or Archana Ramakrishnan..! Wow. Isn’t it stylish!

Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1,000?
Nope… My tongue and mostly the pain, would be irrepairable even for $1000 I suppose..

**************FAVORITOLOGY*******
Season?
Neither too hot nor too cold season, if any

Holiday?
Onam and Christmas holidays… Good shows and new films on Television!

Day of the week?
Friday or Saturday

Month?
It has to be October! Your birth month boosts a strange confidence in you!

***********CURRENTOLOGY*********
Missing someone?
Lots of people..

Mood?
Still Damp.

What are you listening to?
Malayalam/Hindi/English Radio

Current worry?
About present and the future.

************RANDOMOLOGY*********
First place you went this morning?
Did you mean out of the house or inside? For the former, its none and for the latter, I am not telling you that one!

What’s the last movie you saw?
Love Aaj Kal

Do you smile often?
I guess so.

**********OTHER-OLOGY************

How many pairs of flip flops do you own?
Is it a beach wear or home sandals or lookalike? Guess I have 2 of that shape n size.

Last time you had a run-in with the cops?
Never I guess.. Maybe along with hubby at a traffic signal inspection.

Last person you talked to?
Hubby of course.

Last person you hugged?
Ditto again.

Do you always answer your phone?
That is a really difficult question.. Answer is No.

It’s four in the morning and you get a text message who is it usually from?
First of all, I will not get any. Even if I get, it would be from some close online friend who is still awake at that time, browsing or playing some stupid PC games!

Do you own a digital camera?
Yes.

Have you ever had a pet fish?
No.

Favorite Christmas song?
Jingle Bells?

What’s on your wish list for your birthday?
Oh. so many…

Can you do push ups?
I don’t think so.

Can you do the splits?
Whats that?

Does the future make you more nervous or excited?
Both.

Do you have any saved texts?
Yes.

Do you have an accent?
I think Indian.

What is the last movie to make you cry?
Dasvidaniya.. There were some English movies too shown in TV. I don’t remember which one though..

Plans tonight?
Nothing!

Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?
Oh. lots of times.

Name 3 things you bought last?
Vegetables, Cooking Oil, Bread

Have you ever been given roses?
No.

Met someone who changed your life?
Yes.

Name two people who might complete this?
Hard to guess about someone!

Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
Not before the time of my birth, but after that, yes.

Do you have any tattoos/piercing?
Pierced ears!

Does anyone love you?
Yes!

Would you be a pirate?
Nah!

What songs do you sing in the shower?
So many are there ya.. Mostly melodies or romantic ones.

Ever had someone sing to you?
Not sure whether they were singing to me, but yes, I have listened.

When did you last cry?
Last week.

Have you held hands with anyone today?
Nope.

Who was the last person you took a picture of?
Hubby again!

Are most of the friends in your life new or old?
Kind of old.

Do you like pulpy orange juice?
With sugar, yes.

What is something your family or friends make fun of you for?
My innocent questions and blurting out!

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I am not tagging anyone explicitly in this blog post. Feel free to pick it up and share your notes with me.

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On top of it, last day I heard a good news that one of our friends who was out of job for months, had finally got a job. And also another news that some others almost want to quit their job, because they are enough of it! Contradiction! Right?

Is that what is happening now these days? With the people who work in IT field? Some wants to quit, some wants to shift to some 9 to 5 job, and some other wants to start their own business. Earlier, I remember colleagues bragging about leaving their job to pursue MBA and higher studies; mostly abroad. And the most of the remaining ones who still cling on have reached the equilibrium state. The recession and the slowdown, the less number of projects and more work with less number of people; are these the reasons? In other words, is this just because of the current scenario? Or have the employees really tired of IT industry?

Recently, I have also read in some advice columns, people asking the shortcut methods to get into the same software field. They are thinking of diploma courses or other similar ways. Guess its just the feeling of other side green.

I just realize I could somewhat relate this to the Bollywood or film or modeling industry. New and upcoming models, actors work hard in getting into this stream, but most of them drops out after being not so successful as they thought. Is it a coincidental analogy? Maybe not. Both have one thing in common. Money. Maybe people think that its an easy way to get the money once you are in both fields. Just that maybe they do not realize, its not the field, but the “outcome” of hard “work” that pays!!

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It means India too is changing, with the enormous people coming forward revealing their sexuality. Now there would be more of films dealing with this topic and that too serious ones and not like the film “Dostana”. And there would be celebrity gay and lesbian couples and their gossip in the “Bangalore Times”.

But even if rights are changed, I really doubt whether Indians still could accept easily, this change in the new generation ( Who knows, maybe there existed the same in the older generation too!! ). I wonder whether people still know the difference between all those terminologies like gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, eunuch, transsexual, hijra etc.  Many magazines and newspapers have cited the problems, trauma, and difficulties faced by them in the society.

I remember the encounters with hijra’s in the Chennai-Trivandrum trains. They pester the men in the train openly. Its almost like eve-teasing and harassing women in the public. On second thoughts, does ever females changed to males demand money similary in the public? I haven’t noticed that instance yet. In any case, if this is because, they have no other option to live, then is it guaranteed that if ever the laws are changed, they will stop this method to gain money?

Its totally another topic, relating to sex workers and their rights and as to legalizing prostitution is for good or not. There are streets in many places in India famous for this, and though the major driving source is poverty and discrimination, has the law and order looked into this anytime? Why is there no known regulation over this?

Similarly is the state of beggars. Is begging legal in India? According to Wikipedia, it is banned in many states. Though its a different thing, that still, there maybe exceptions and you will find them everywhere.

And hence in the same way, though there are new laws and amendments, situation will remain almost the same, until each and every Indian realizes that world has grown up so much forward, that there are many other things to look into like poverty, economy and development,  rather than ostracizing and discriminating this new growing section of people.

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Fizaaaaa….. Fizaaa……!!!! (Song from “Fiza” film)!!

Yes! Chand has come back to Fiza. Is Karan Johar listening? He would have got a triangular love story by now. Not that he would not have already got 3 or 4 love stories in mind, but still… I guess, soon there would be a film by him on polygamy and the upcoming trends of “indecisive love” which would mean, ‘unable to know whom you are loving’. Film name would be “Kaun Kisse Karta Hai Pyar”. As he has got out of his K word, it could also maybe “Fiza Chand” or “Chand Fiza”. The song lyrics would now surely contain those words, “Chand” and “Fiza” as they are very poetic not only in names, but also in real life.

Kasab has started crying for a change now. Maybe he got tired of his smiling and his cheeks would have started to ache! Or maybe he would have thought how his face is not photogenic in the photo evidence shown. Or maybe he would have repented his decision on not to wear that bright yellow coloured shirt on that day in which he would have looked good! Whatever..!! As Priya said, we have been too lenient on him.

The tragic story of Abhishek has finally come to end, with army too giving up the search of the body. The BBMP remarks and the complaints, cases, and the transfer has been of no use. What they are going to do now? By the time, any actions are done, the rainy season would have been over, and by the time, it starts to rain again, the work done will be all destroyed again, thanks to the corruption and other adjustments done. Except for the main highways, how long have the tarred roads been able to maintain themselves?

Thank God, India is out of World T20. No no, I am not a traitor!! The hype had been too much. I remember long back for World cup or something, the percentage of television audience had gone high, and similarly the cricket craziness. People had started buying DTH services and even TV just for watching cricket. Now Tatasky+ uses the same for promoting itself, by enabling to record the live matches. Ab kya kare uska? One use now would be for the housewives and women in the house. They could record the serials or movies and watch anytime they want!! Kya kahe.. Dhoni ko kisi ki nazar lag gayi, aur kya!!

On that note, I am ending the “Real Drama Official Film” episode here. Keep pouring in your comments and suggestions in the comment box below.

Till then, bye bye!!

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I disagree.

I am not sure, whether I should write the post as a review, because I could not even understand many parts of the film. Had I not watched the previous or original Devdas movie, I would not have understood what they were showing at all. There were so many scenes where I raised my eyebrows (not that you can easily identify that raising!). Also there were so many unresolved questions too.

Where do we see or realize or sense that Dev D actually loved or cared for Paro?

What is Paro’s stand in the whole movie? Is she crazy? Being amateur in teenage years is agreeable. But sending nude photos to London?!

And our Dev D seeing “that” realizes that he needs to come back!!! What yaar!! Doesn’t they see more of that in England or London? I didn’t find anything in that photo she sent!!

And then after sometime into the marriage, when called upon, Paro comes and does all the chores for “our” Dev D!! Was she a servant? If atleast she loved, she could have respected her “love” na?

Wait.. Respecting love? Guess I am talking like Anurag Kashyap now!

And the f word. Why was it not “bleep”ed? I guess that was the first Hindi film I saw which had that without bleeping…

Truly, the director had been seeing so many English movies. The innumerous background songs with increasing sound in between made my job harder. Most of the time I had to sit near the pc so as to adjust the volume!! Phew!

Only part I understood is Chanda’s character. Thank God. Or else the two hours we took for watching the movie would have gone to waste!!

Poor RK. He never gets to watch good movies!

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The first year is supposed to be the most beautiful moments, after the engagement to marriage period. I do not deny, but then we never know what lies in the future. May be its more bright than now? They say love dithers over years especially when all get busy with their lives and responsibility increases over money, land, parents, children and themselves. But maybe its just that love has found its base, and has gotten invisible over the years, just as the love we have towards our parents.

Over this past one year, I have been or tried to be a housewife, rather than a working software professional. Many advised to get a new job immediately, owing to bad remarks of having a career gap and all, but I felt I was lacking something else. Maybe I was just unhappy or going blunt at that time. I needed to sharpen my skills or should have taken a different lane towards the same goal. It might have been all together. The change of location, the loss of job, the uncertainty, and the recent marriage. I never knew. I still am confused. But then who knows the answer to all the questions. As RK says, you just jump in to the flow. Its always better than to stand still at the shore. But by the time I raised my head, all were ahead. I was stranded already.

To stand up on your own seems to be the most difficult task ever. After dejection, rejection, or any loss, or any setback, or any unexpected events, its the instant reaction that matters. More than the impact of the accident, the impulse to get out of the area and seek help or to get treated is the most important.

Living in Bangalore has always caused me a heart ache. Maybe because I am not used to its lifestyle yet. Being dependent on the Chennai buses, I found the BMTC so disorganized. There were no bus stands, and some buses mentioned only Kannada. I am not blaming it, but it was an unwelcoming situation. And to add to the top of it, the metro works, the diversions and the traffic. After staying in the hot weather for 3 years, it was also difficult for me to get adjusted to the chilly and windy weather of Bangalore. I have never shivered more in my lifetime. I wonder whether I am trying to escape the awareness of lack of self-confidence, or listing out the Bangalore woes, which is just another city with hell lot of problems as like any other city in India.

Blogging and twitter was the new methods I found to indulge in new networks and to find solace. To remind me, that I have not forgotten speech and interaction skills. Not that RK does not help me, he tries his best, but I guess I am more selfish and greedy. I had no idea how to spend the time. I blogged more frequently than ever, and even thought of making money online, or the work from home option. But none worked. All praised the blog writings and even asked me to work as a freelancer. I have even wondered whether I could become a writer for atleast part time. But I never could write under pressure. I tried a simple method of posting daily on this blog, trying to write whatever I had in my mind on various topics. I noticed the quality stooping down, while the Adsense clicks and visits increased exponentially. I quit that idea immediately. This was my personal blog.

Books and movies were another alternative. But reading fiction and analyzing movies led me to no where. Reminded me of the speeches mom often said, its not their age to read or watch those, and neither they had the time. That was the exact word. Time. Which went ticking all the time reminding me about it. And which still goes on…

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When I first started to write this post, I thought I should never publish it. Maybe this was too personal. The inspiration for always writing the personal things on this blog has been the thought that, it does not happen only to me. I guessed there maybe other women too who have become housewives, owing to some other reason. One should not restrict themselves to not talk about a relationship break up just because others will know about it, should they? It happens everywhere and has been a usual emotion. I guess this too is a similar and popular emotion, of which one can get out of, over time…

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