Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance

While the mouth took some rest from munching, this is what the hands came up with, on a piece of cardboard that was saved from the trash :)

I have more such art pieces done on waste paper. Waiting for the prospective buyer :p


Random page on my Quotations book gave me this:
Science is for those who learn; poetry, for those who know.
-- Joseph Roux


Searched N million sites and I still can't find a nice template for my blog. Does anyone know any sites? And yeah, updated my cooking blog.
P.S: Title from the song Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer.

Restless mind on a resting couch

I am bugged that
  • My feet feel much colder and force me to wake up in the middle of the night to wear socks.
  • The winter days are too short and swiftly pass me by.
  • Every waking moment of that fast moving boring winter day is spent on the couch; munching chocolates and turning into a beach ball.
  • I sweep more hair off the floor than I comb on my head.
  • People expect me to quote Laplace Theorem just because I am an engineer from here.
  • They brand me as silly when I want to blow soap bubbles inspite of being that said engineer who can't remember any theorems.
  • My heart won't stay in the safe locker and prefers hanging from my sleeve.
  • Keats died too young at 21. Damn it! there just aren't enough poems to fall in love with.
  • Most people expect me to be the nice girl from their perceptions when all i wanna do is be bitchy. Or atleast a wee bit sarcastic.
  • Ideas which hit me while I am in the shower, leave silently with the rest of the waterdrops down the drain, making me stare blankly at the screen.

Manadodu Oru Mazhai Kaalam

Vidinthum vidiyatha
Andha manjaL oLiyil;
Vizhippukkum thuyilukkum
Idayil uLLa araimayakathil
Varudum un oRRai ninaivu -
Manadhodu oru mazhai kaalam!

Friday, February 24, 2006

Ribbon Cutting Inaugration

To humour Shub and to help her kitchen adventures, here is my not-so-humble cooking blog :)

In case of burnt tongues and smoky kitchen, kindly contact my lawyer.

Mr. Alvin Taekwondo
#3456, Rue Wkaunaumi

As for bouquets, they are mostly welcome to this blog address :)

Writers Workshop V

Prompt: A Strong West Wind

You were my zephyr;
Caressing my soul
And whispering love to my flowers,
Making them blush.

You were my gentle breeze;
Framing my world
In those dreamy eyes,
Singing unheard melodies;
'Twas spring all year.

Was it the fence
I built around us?
Or the closed windows
Screaming silence aloud?
Or was it my need
To want you to need me?
What made you leave,
Riding high on the strong west wind
Leaving my garden in the dark?

Psst: Archster, I finally used Zephyr :)

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Painted Faces - IV

Most important day of 1999 was the day when Kuupi shed his dirty sweater :D
Jan 31, 1999. Bluemoon day. Also the day of dept photos when we dressed up in B&W. It was a warm day and the session was in the afternoon coz of some movie in the evening. Being part of the PeP dept, I was all dressed in Duck's cute velvet black skirt and my new white short top and I had left practice early. At around 5.45pm (Don't question me! I am sure it is right, even if it is left of the centre) as I cycled back from sky, I saw the Diro walk slowly back to Mal from FD-I and the most beautiful moon rose from behind his head like a huge halo. Kuupi has never looked as handsome as he did on that day. We stopped and talked about Bluemoons for a few minutes and then we went our separate ways.

  • Kuupi taught me dance steps and I became the dance Guru for Gan-P & Kush. Dunno why, but Kush & I always greeted each other as Yo-man! & Yo-girl!
  • 'Agnihothram pandrela' Goosie taught Yacoob & me ThermoD, an awful course dealing with God -knows-what. Unfortunately, all that tuition did nothing to the grade card.
  • Learnt the song Kuupi wrote and another Mal-ite composed.Or was it the other way round? Here it is for your enjoyment. Thamizh knowledge necessary. **
  • Unwritten rule #4321: Buy Thambi lollypop everyday :)
  • I was pampered the most when I fell sick and the silly Pilani MedC doc claimed I might suffer from TB. The Ummachis were in Sky scripting when Yash n I rushed to tell them that I tested negative. Got treated to more chocolates :)

Most of The Ummachis chided Ambi for pampering me. But then before they left, they each got me a lollypop without the other person knowing. It was the night before E&M compre. Yacoob, yours truly and Ashok were sprawled under the Gandhi statue knowing full well, nothing short fo an earthquake can save our E&M grade. Pete came by that way with an orange lollypop and said, "Wasn't sure if I'll run into you. Take care and this is for you".

Before they passed out, I gave each of them a farewell poem(apart from the many other verses I wrote for them). The high point of all this was when after 5 years I had coffee with Pete in Barista, Blr on Jan 5, 2003. He slowly took out a yellowed paper from his wallet and asked "Do you remember this?". It was the poem I gave him before he left campus. Never in my life has anyone treasured my silly verse in their wallet and obviously I was moved.

I could write more but then I end up missing that life more too. So will stop the MT puranam here and move on to the next play 'Ettavadhu kadal'.

** The Song:

Anniku naan anga varava?
Kannathula mutham tharava?

Kadhalee, en kadhalee

Kaadhal theeyai nee moota
Kaadhal noyum ennai vaata
Theeyanaippu padai inRi thavithEnE !
Noyin theeyil thagithagithEnE !

Manai onRai naan amaikka
manaiviaaga nee amaiya
Kittum adi kaadhal sorgam
puriyadhidhu verevarkkum!

town ta town town ta town town
town ta town town ta town town( this my rendition of the guitar :p)
Kaadhalee, oh kaadhalee

Wednesday, February 22, 2006


I didn't remember much of the case. It's been too long and as expected, I had completely forgotten about Jessical Lall until I saw this headline in Indian Express.
And here is what a former Chief Justice feels.

Jessica's dad is suffering from amnesia and can not understand the verdict.
Maybe it is better this way.

Searching the net for more information on this issue, I found this article by Anjali Basu.

It is pointless blogging about it. Fifteen days down the line, something else would take up print space and we'd go "Jessica who?". Shouting from rooftops would not bring back Jessica. Nor the justice her family was denied.

Life seems so pointless.

Kitchen Truths

...no one ever told you.

  • One cluttered countertop is better than looking for two empty packets in the bin.

-- Mid way through my egg korma recipe realised the next step is on the back of the empty packet I threw few minutes earlier into the bin. Spent some smelly moments digging through my trash to find it. Stopped making egg korma ever since.

  • Give The Mr fish curry and you earned yourself a skirt. Teach him to make fish curry, and you have earned a lifetime on the couch.

-- Need I explain?

  • An adversity doesn't bring out the best as much as it highlights the bitter.

-- Little did I know that onions hate being mashed, especially when they haven't been sauteed. The dinner left a bitter taste in our mouths and my cooking skills. Hmpf!

  • There are two tragedies in life: One is not getting your heart's desire and the other is getting it.

-- Decided to be organised in my cooking and followed the recipe; step by step. 1/4 tsp Chilli powder read the line. By the time I reached the kadai with the spoon that said '1/4 tsp', my ingredients were of use only to a charcoal painter.

  • Listen to your intuition. It will show you the way. But for heavens' sake use the spoon.

-- Believing yours truly to be a cooking wonder, I eyeball most of my ingredients. The last time i tried to add salt, I forget to screw the top tightly. Poured half the bottle in the rasam, and all the rasam down the drain.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Painted Faces - III

Now I wasn't the only 98 batch, first yearite in the troupe. Rags, my good friend from LinAl(Linear Algebra) class had joined too. But midway he heard his call in the Dance Club and followed those footsteps. Before I could claim the throne, they brought in a chubby young man from somewhere...someone who would soon become Julius -- Captain Burry! And few days before play, they roped in this innocent looking boy, nicknamed Triple (for his long SSS name). Later realised all that innocence was part of the act :)

The play was a huge success and its ripples were felt in silent rooms, down unknown dark corridors of huge hostels. Many wanted to be a part of that euphoric experience but one had to wait a whole semester before one could take part in it.

Jan 1999. I don't remember the exact date but it was somewhere in the third week I think. It was a PTM meeting in Sky (For Non-Bitsians, not Heavens but the Lawns) to discuss the date for Story-D(Story discussion) and meet the new batch of seniors. The Ummachis of Mal.
I was wearing my favourite Levi's blue jeans, my new red V-neck sweater, my dolphin pendant(gift from Jenny) and my red monkey cap to hide my boycut. Wish i remembered the date coz it marked the beginning of one of the most wonderful semesters I have ever spent in the desert.

A guy of medium build in a dirty pair of torn and scruffed jeans with a very dull sweater introduced himself as the Diro. He had a yellow(or was it some other colour) striped monkey cap and I was too happy to be back in the play making business to notice much.

Play: Megathai ThurathiavargaL
Diro: Kuupi
SM: Juju & Janu

Ponc was not suitable for an English Bard with a boy cut and hence I became Thambi for The Ummachis - Ambi, Pete, Thanni and Kuupi and to Goosie and Kush(juniors to Ummachis but final yearites). My poetry glands worked over time that semester churning out more verses than I could possibly keep track of. Most poems had "Threshold of adulthood" phrase in them which made Ambi tease me mercilessly :D (Well, truth is, I doubt if I ever became an adult).
Btw, Happy B'day Ambi !

One day yours truly walked in early to the room in FD-I for practice and found the Diro deep in thought, poring over the script with the trademark cap on his head. I flicked his cap off and wore it. Kuupi looked at me and said, "Did you know you shouldn't touch the Diro's cap?" (Unwritten rule #3452). I grinned unabhashedly and quipped, "Oh but there's always a first time Diro!" and walked away to the others. UV pulled me aside and informed me in no less terms that I was in big trouble for my act. Frightened to the core( God promise), I walked meekly to Kuupi and softly said, "I am sorry for taking your cap." and as usual, I escaped with just "No problem Thambi. You can wear it".

The play was set in a village and it was a wonderful experience bringing a well, eletric pole and a typical village temple to life on stage. I played VaLLi and so hooked was I to the play and to my seniors, I put in extra effort from the day I got my script. Plus the dialect being closer home to Nellai made me feel completely at ease. "Thaerkootam Thirunakootam"(My opening dialogue) will always be etched in gold. Made my mom parcel sweets for the group along with my half-saree set for the costume. Stopped attending classes and spent most time either in Sky or in the Audi. Ate my lunches in the guys' mess, in short I truly became Thambi.

MT was a milestone in many ways. It brought in the concept of decentralization within the group. And it brought in my life Yacoob and Kums. One of my favourite recollection of Kums is on the night when the group walked to Nutan for dinner. And Kums sang "Kaadhalin Deepam ondru" song from 'Thambikku endha ooru' for me and Ambi and it was extremely cute to see that tall guy, put his hands in his pockets and enact the 'ennam yaavum sollava' moment just like Thalaivar Rajini :)

Though it's been almost 7 years since MT, i remember many moments as if they happened yesterday. Can't really say how or why it happened but I was extremely attached to my seniors and I didn't want the play days to get over, ever. And why would I when every day one of the seniors got me a Lollipop? This was the semester when the girls baked cakes and biscuits for The Ummachis' birthdays, asked for late night perm until 2AM for practice, in short all of us wanted to stay connected to the group. I think this was the semester when we had the play in March. (I could be wrong)

500 and more words but I have hardly reached Feb 1999 :p
Guess I'll continue in Part IV :D

For a lost soul in the Jungle


I lift my heart as spring lifts up
A yellow daisy to the rain;
My heart will be a lovely cup
Altho' it holds but pain.

For I shall learn from flower and leaf
That color every drop they hold,
To change the lifeless wine of grief
To living gold.


Night Song of Amalfi

I asked the heaven of stars
What I should give my love --
It answered me with silence,
Silence above.

I asked the darkened sea
Down where the fishers go --
It answered me with silence,
Silence below.

Oh, I could give him weeping,
Or I could give him song --
But how can I give silence,
My whole life long?


Let It Be Forgotten

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten forever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long-forgotten snow.

--Sara Teasdale

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Painted Faces - II

Did you think I would wait a week before i posted the next instalment? Sigh, when will you learn?

Now having a name that needed more than 4 syllables is a crime and like any Good Samaritan with World Peace in mind, Jing decided to kill it. After a few permutations and combinations on the black board, we finally settled on PonC.

Digression 2: Over the years, PonC had various deaths and reincarnations as Ponchi, Pouncy, Pony-C, PonS and the naming ceremony continues.

First Play : MugamoodikaLai Thaandi
Diro: Ganja
Stage Managers(SMs): Kothi Mama & Gayg

I do remember the date of this play. Sep 5, 1998. My first role was that of 55 year old Dr.Sharada. Don't you dare snigger. For a 17 year old, that was indeed a wonderful moment. Finally I was mature :p

There is something about the stage and the way it plays with your senses. You know what is going to happen in the next scene and yet you stand there oblivious to it, in someone else's skin, feeling their pain and celebrating their happiness.

It's hard to describe that moment , that long and silent moment on stage, enveloped in darkness and waiting for the velvet curtains to open; being deaf to the boos and catcalls of the audience and hearing just your heartbeat, the butterflies in your stomach and the slow 'Zzzzzzzz" sound of the curtains, the moment when you cease to be PonC, when you no longer remember the dreams of a little girl and all that matters to you is the character you've been asked to give life to.
One long para and I still doubt if I have done justice to that moment.

Anyways, coming back to my pampered lifestyle. Now the play-making process is often regarded as a penance. There were many strict unwritten rules that we followed. Though there was not much of a guy-girl stand off, some of the seniors did like to be known as the 'Big Guys' with whom one shouldn't converse much. Especially not if one has a sharp tongue like yours truly :)

One day when we were standing by the balcony of FD-II much before the session, Jai came running to make up for lost time. The enthu-cutlet that I was/am, I screamed his name out loud from the first floor. Now there is this a huge wild jasmine plant right in front of FD-II and when Jai came up, he gave me two small jasmine flowers. It was more to make a newbie feel at home than anything but it felt good nevertheless. Till that day, no one had ever given me flowers. Even for a joke. And for a second year senior, to humour me with flowers, made me feel special. I held onto those flowers throughout the session, ran back to the hostel and pressed them into my diary. And they have been with me ever since. Here is picture of My first flower :) Thanks Jai!

Of course during orientation, I had been tutored on how to behave when in the company of 'Big Minds' like W, Jing, Ganja. But little did I remember any of what they said. Coz contrary to popular perception of 'guys who screamed at you when you didn't do your work or fooled around too much', W & Jing were always nice to me. In fact, I will never forget that day in the Audi. Ganja was caught in one of his 'Jokes apart' speeches screaming at all of us for our dismal performance during practice and how he wanted us to better that evening during run thorugh. W & Jing walked in and W said "Hey Kutti Ponne, here" and threw me a Five Star bar.

Of course the others laughed and said how unfair it was that I got a chocolate when none of them had ever got one. Much less from W. Hehehe! Made me realize that 17 years or not, I had not grown up at all but hey I wasn't complaining:)

Digression 3: At my tallest point, I measured only upto W's waist.(Yes, i call that an achievement. So stop laughing!) And after play, while we were dismantling the stage, W walked to the stage and asked me to stand on his palms. With Gayg's help, I did eventually stand on his palms and he lifted me in air, without any help from anyone. Guess I was indeed feather-light thanks to not flexing my brains :) He passed out that year but when he came to visit in my second year, he managed to lift me again on his palms though I had put on a few kilos. Some men will always be strong i suppose.

Painted Faces - I

Pre-Scriptum: This is going to be a long boring and uninteresting walk down memory lane with a few stops on the way. I am missing home too much and this is my way to stay connected to illusions. So humour me :)

Contrary to popular belief, being the only child to my parents made them ignore the word 'pamper' to a large extent. I was lavished with freedom but hey it came with a huge Responsibilty that made me very cautious.

All this changed when i set foot into that room in FD-II (Faculty Division) for my audition. Everything changed from that moment. I was no longer a silent first yearite with no great talent and a string of D's in her grade card. I was an actress. I was part of one of the most professional drama troupes on campus. I was part of a wonderful family. And i was the pampered princess of a passionate drama kingdom from a forgotten desert.

I became PonC.
And this is my story.

Like any good boring story, i shall begin at the very beginning. Some time in early August, right after we were inducted into college, the notice board talked of an audition for the English Drama Club. Brainwashed by my 'acting prowess' of forgotten school days, i decided to give it a hand along with darling room mate Princess Duck. The audition was a hit and I made the diro laugh her head off and just when I thought i hit jackpot, they dropped the bombshell. "You are awesome kiddo but your voice is too soft."

Digression1 : Princess made it to the EDC and did many awesome plays.

Dejected I walked back to the hostel and waited for weekend to dawn to cry to Amma. I managed to escape seniors all the way to the phone booth only to be caught by a wild bunch right outside it. I enacted the role of an angry slum dweller in Chennai fighting for water with a Tam-Bram lady much to the amusement of the group around. I sang "Kahana hi kya" from Bombay in English and soon one thick-eyebrowed girl asked me to come for another audition. This time, with the Tamizh drama troupe.

Audition. I still remember what I wore that day. It was the salwar -kameez I had bought for our Class XI farewell function. It was henna- coloured and it flowed on my extremely thin frame like a rectangular ethnic dress of the Wachati tribe in Africa. I walked in and they asked me to talk in Chennai Tamizh(What's with seniors and their love for the worst dialect of Tamizh?). Ten minutes of laughing later, they asked if I can change my character to a Tam-Bram and do the same dialogues. And after a few more questions on my history, which revealed my 'stage connection', senior Jura(geriatric by troupe standards) said,
"So will you act a scene from your school play for us?"
And the wiseass in me answered, "But how will you understand? Out of the blue and with no prologue?"

Several mild sniggers passed around the room but I did do a scene for them where my only dialogue was , "Kiss me. Kiss me please" :D
Of course, I knew I would make it when I told them my name, "Pon Chidambarakumari and Pon is my initial." :)

That night as I was half asleep in bed, Roops walked in to convey the good news. I was selected. I was no longer a floating cloud with no bearings. I belonged somewhere.
I was a PTMite.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Another day

The Look

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.

--Sara Teasdale

Monday, February 06, 2006

Proverbs gone bad

How does one handle happiness?Especially if it concerns a friend's? How long are you allowed to revel in it before you let envy set in? And why is it wrong if you feel jealous? Isn't bitter sweet a taste too?

Which is why I never wanted to grow up. As a kid, it's ok to feel bad at your friend's good fortune. If her dad got her the toy she dreamt of and your dad invented reasons to avoid it, it was accepted norm to cry. It was normal to grudge your friend for having got her way. Your friend didn't think low of you and after the disappointment over her new toy wore off, you were best friends again.

But now, as an adult, you can't do that. Hell No! You have to be nice, diplomatic and extremely happy for your friend. You have to celebrate with her. Which you don't mind doing if you can just vent those pangs of jelaousy. Instead you are forced to hide those grudges behind a mask of million dollar smiles. Always.

The repercussion? You never forget your disappointment. Coz you never really brought out those negative feelings. It lies deep inside...deep but alive enough to affect every moment of your life. Every time you look at her smiling face, you close your eyes, hide those feelings behind a veil and smile back at her with empty eyes. Empty.

Empty vessels make more noise. For a reason.
Who is listening?

Friday, February 03, 2006

Tickle me red

Going with the theme of my previous post, I took the test H sent across.

And this is what it said:


Your color is red, the color of racy sportscars, blushing cheeks, and luscious roses. Red symbolizes passion, romance, and love. So, since you're ruled by red, you probably trust your feelings more than your brain and tend to act spontaneously. If you see something you want, you go for it without thinking twice — impulsive is your middle name. You don't wait around for people to make decisions, either; you dive right in. Quite the romantic, you pay close attention to your emotions. In fact, if your heart isn't in what you're doing, you won't be satisfied. Of course, even when you do pour all your energy into the projects you tackle, your impetuous nature means your passions can shift as frequently as the wind. That's why some reds have trouble with commitment. Our advice? Next time you're feeling fickle, think before you act, if possible. You might be surprised at the results. Overall, though, it's great to be red. No one lives life more completely than you do.

20 Something Crisis

Tagged By Jax.

  • I own more than 60 sarees. Unfortunately I am stuck in a country, in a weather where I can't wear even one :(
  • Stage is my first love; acted in 7 plays while in college. But my magnum opus is my never-ending life.
  • As an arrogant, stubborn kid, I used to throw things when I was angry. It only bent the vessels but never got me any dolls.
  • I have a big mouth. Being the quintessential Saggitarian, my foot is there most times.
  • An extrovert, I make friends easily and too quickly. And spend the rest of my life complaining they never stay in touch.
  • I rarely scream at people I love. I instead bundle up my anger and cry in silence.
  • I survive on a lavish diet of Attention. One reason why I end up making so many friends.
  • Love being in an engaging argument. Of course, only if you let me win in the end.
  • I am a hardcore romantic and wear my heart on my sleeve. That explains the innumerable scars.
  • Take anywhere from 1 hour to 5 minutes to get ready. Depends on who is coming to dinner.
  • Look my best on days I am most depressed. Didn't you know I am a balanced girl?
  • Would run to the road the minute I hear the Soan Papdi wallah/Cotton Candy wallah's bell. Even if I am in a saree and my dad's friends are home.
  • Sometimes I can be so absentminded, I throw the toffee into the bin and try to eat the wrapper. Of course, later i try to see if I can fish the toffee out.
  • My memory is too good and I remember what I did as a 2 year old. My boon and curse.
  • I can't let go of things, moments or people. I have the wrapper of the first chocolate my best friend gave me. Now i know, why i feel so burdened.
  • I feel it is okay to cry, hug,kiss in public. Except that nobody wants to be near when I am in that mood :)
  • Was a topper throughout school. And went to Pilani to make a series of zeroes that I am proud of now.
  • Hate being told what to do. Ask me sweetly and I'll do more.
  • Too aggressive with perfect strangers but completely submissive at home. Reason why I am not outisde Mani Ratnam's office asking for roles :p
  • Expert in relationship counselling of friends. End up making more mistakes; most of them similar.
  • Love kids. Yes, I am the family/neighbourhood babysitter as I am the only one who can talk to the green and brown cows using a toy phone.

As for tags, if you're keen then you're IT :)

Save the earth Tag

This has been tough. Normally I stick to advising people and never venture beyond that realm of comfort. However with this tag, I didn't want to preach what I didn't practice. So took some time to incorporate what I wanted to say.

1. Save Paper. One thing I realised I did a lot after reaching USA was 'waste paper'. Bounty paper towels were available in large amounts and I did use them a lot. I guess if we revert back to our 'satuduthuni' or cloth times from India we save paper and there by save Trees. I now use small towels to wipe my counter top clean, wash it, dry it and reuse it. So my Bounty pile is still untouched :D

2.Recycle. But the catch here is to make recycled products available and affordable. Like there is this American company that makes trendy washbasins out of recycled plastic but it costs a fortune :( Guess that defeats the purpose.

3. Stonehouses. I know it sounds funny, but I recently read that the timber for construction in Europe comes from South East Asian forests. Kinda makes my blood boil when you realise the so-called 'third world' nations have to deplete their resources for mansions of the West. Wouldn't it be better if we built houses with bricks and stones? (Am sure I am missing some valid point but still..)

Sheesh, this was extremely mind boggling. The quickest way I could think to save Earth was to disappear to Uranus :D
I pass the tag to Jax, SmugBug and Gif/Duck :)

Raatinam *

* Blessed by insomnia, I found this pic at The Chennai Photo Blog. Midnight inspiration in Thamizh. Kindly eshus. I had one too many coffees today :)

Vanithavum, Kavithavum
Mella maRaya;
Kamalin kaithattalil
Papuniyum sirikka;
Viral idukkin
Siru Ottayil,
Appavin thalai
Thoorathu puLLiyaga;
KaRRai kizhithu
Uyare paRanthom,
Vanathai thoda.

NaLai pidippom
Endru EmaRi
Kizhe izhuthaaL
Aasai amma.

Azhukku lungiyum,
MuRukeriya KaigaLum,
KaRaipadintha sattaippayil
Kizhindha NotukkaLudan
Kaanaamal Ponaan
Andha vithaikkaran.

UngaL theruvil
Avanai parthal
En veetukku
maRakkamal anuppungaL.

Aasayodu kaathirukkiRen
Vanathin Mel
Theera kaadhaludan.

P.S: Reminded me of my childhood in Muthial Chetty street, Purasaiwalkam. I must've been 3 0r 4 years old when my aunt (who was baby-sitting me then) and Appa put me on this contraption. I screamed and ranted and shrieked and they had to stop the "giant" wheel midway just to get me off of it. Of course, once on steady ground, I rolled and shrieked some more wanting to get on it again (I was one helluva stubborn kid). Appa completely gave up on me(obviously embarassed by my antics) . Just then Amma returned from office and took me to the ferris wheel (is that what it is called?) and this time, I sat like a smiling doll and even waved at her :D Vanitha, Kavitha, Kamal and Papuni were all part of the neighbourhood gang :)

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

You know what?

The earth can shrivel up and die for all I care.

Atleast that way I won't feel much pain and I won't have to worry if I did hurt anyone else with my random acts of foolishness on path to happiness and eternal bliss. But then again, we live in a rational and civilized world (atleast to some extent) and being bitchy and ranty never really did solve problems. Damn it, in fact it is not even cathartic as I have been led to believe.

But like I said, I have given up my soul searching spree and found this article from inside my hole. Atleast, someone else still got his head glued right.

So long.