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• Mount road.

• Spencers towers.

• Level 8.

• Wind in your hair.

• Love at first sight.

• Imagination.

• That connection/bond.

• The glass.

• The Bamboo sticks.

• The dance floor.

• The heart beat.

• The anxiety.

• The desire.

• The dream...

• The vision.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  It has to happen. We have to make it come true. 21

Zerland delicacy :)

The joy you get out of taking left over "English breakfast TEA" with jasmine in it..adding exactly 12 little packets of sugar, one sachet of Heinz ketchup and quarter cup of water and watching my dear child anjana drink it is indescribable. The delighted look on her face can make any chef happy for life :)


Of course much more joy comes to see a picture of it(courtesy:Anjana)) after garnishing it with grated cabbage and carrot in mayonnaise :)


And whats more, anjana laughing extremely loudly in a place where u can probably hear it if a tissue falls down just adds to the beautiful ambiance and sets just the right mood :)


Cheers to all the madness and absolute highness :)

Remember?

Remember those days?

Those days when we really thought the world of each other..

When the rest of the world thought we were losing it..

And some thought we were becoming gay..lol

Remember..when we used to meet at every corner..to catch up, talk, gossip and laugh..

Remember those days when I would msg saying upset..and you would appear before I shed a tear..

Remember those days when you would cry at the drop of a hat..or get so tensed over nothing at all..and worry and worry and worry! I always knew where when and why..

Remember those perfect hugs? You laughed along with me on my best days and comforted me on my worst days..


This..and much much more..remember?

I remember..when I was your child and best friend and you were mine..When I cried and complained and whined and you just listened..When you disappeared suddenly and appeared again and I didn’t say anything..When we understood some things without even saying anything..

Hmmm..I remember..when I cried because you said I was worse than someone else and therefore you cant take the complaining and questioning or all the other troubles I gave you anymore..

You probably felt bad too when I hurt you..i didn’t mean to..

Of all the things I wish in life..I really wish u’d remember..all those times..I wish we both do.. always..Cos that’s all we have now..the memories..

Ok random list of thoughts :)

I really like my office.

I love my office gang

My boss has a good sense of humour and I like it

I love food. A lot.

I’ve become FAT and I’m becoming FATTER.

I love ads with cute babies and kids in them. :)

I miss being with school friends as much as I used to before.

I’m beginning to become ok with some sock people I had a problem with. :P

I love my car. I’m glad I chose red!

I like my work most of the time. I’m thinking I might miss work and office if I’m away for too long.

I wanna dance.

I wanna play.

I miss someone..i miss lunches..i miss msgs..i miss everything . But maybe I’m getting used to the change?

I love the laughter with my school friends and keep thinking of some good times..lol..both same area :P

I’m happy for shifa, sang, upa and vaishi..But I don’t like change! :(

I played tt and had lot of fun. Even though I barely know how to hold the racket!

I love maple walnut ice cream.

I want a new phone. I want a new bag.

Its weird that akx n I mock all supposedly good movies and enjoy all the sappy lame old movies!

I seem to have bad luck with vehicles on Sundays!

I wanna go out a lot.

I wanna shop till I drop.

I like soup more at office cos only Muthu knows how much sugar to add to my coffee exactly and he’s not always around!

I like my haircut :)

I wanna get wet in the rain sometime..

I want cheesecake.

I wanna have bajji and manga and max orange at the beach..

I wanna go to Australia.

Ok ill stop. Thats all. Ok atleast for the time being :)

Story of my life.. :)

This is a forward I received from someone. And well..it really struck a chord cos I know the feeling..read on..

This is an absolutely hilarious piece of literature about the plight of Tam Brams. Happy reading. "YOU graduated in Literature, right?" asked my young cousin. "No, in Economics." I hastily clarified. "Economics honors," I added for good measure. The question coming from anyone else would have been innocuous, but from my cousin who was a third year engineering student, it was almost offending. As a card carrying member of the Tamilian Brahmin community, or Tam Brams, as the endearment goes, I knew that in his world-and that included his parents, relatives, colony friends, project group, dorm mates-someone who graduated in Literature obviously did so because he or she had a learning disability. The poor thing was a freak who couldn't get admission into an engineering college: or even a pitiful, but definitely more acceptable, science course. Or worse, such a specimen was a wasted wanton whose desire to do B.A. was an irresponsible, rebellious act, almost akin to joining a Neo-Nazi like cult group and living on the edge of civilized society. In any such conversation with a bonafide Tam Bram, I find myself fervently hoping, that despite falling under the horrifying category of B.A Economics, with its connotations of statistics and analysis of numbers and trends, would redeem me a little in their maths-science obsessed eyes. For a Tam Bram family mathematics and science are not merely subjects in the school curriculum. They are a religion. And the dharma of every Tam Bram student is to master them and pave his way to the heavenly portal of an IIT. Or at least to the ordinary portal of a local engineering college, which the family will eventually reconcile to, in the absence of the 'real thing'.

The first time I seriously understood this was when I was in primary school and on one sunny day was gleefully reading out my final exam results to Grandpa who was sitting on the porch and frowning in attention. "English: 90 percent, Hindi: 85 percent, Social Studies: 87percent.." I prattled on. "How much in maths?" interrupted Grandpa. "Maths: 97 percent," I said grinning widely. "What happened to the remaining marks?" was his unexpected reaction. After which he asked me to fetch the question paper, spent the next two hours going through each problem and figured out where I could have lost the precious three marks. " Nothing less than a centum in Maths next time." he said finally. 'Centum' is a word unique to the Tam Bram world, that a child grows up listening to. It is a figure that even if sometimes elusive, is never lost sight of throughout the academic career. Centum, Maths, Science, Brilliant Tutorials, Engineering, IIT, Batch, Computer Science, USA, Financial Aid, I-20, Student Visa, M.S, San Jose, California, Oracle, Microsoft, Intel. These words and names are like carefully arranged furniture in the mental landscape of a Tam Bram boy-and increasingly girl- below the age of 25. Care is taken not to clutter it with anything related to useless stuff like literature, history or art. Show me a Tam Bram boy who wants to be a fashion designer, VJ, historian or air force pilot and I'll show you something wrong in his blood line. For all such are heathen, a blemish on the fair face of the community.

Till about 15 years ago, the only heathens were girls who did not sing. Formidable maamis from the neighborhood would drop in for a casual afternoon gossip session with grand mom and on espying any hapless young girls in the vicinity, would pounce on them with the dreaded entreaty, "Oru paatu paadein." (Sing a song). A simple three word sentence, you would think, but in maamiland it is a deceptively camouflaged barometer of the girl's cultural grooming and readiness for Tam Bram society (read marriage market) and her mother's efforts in making her a fine Tamilian lady.

A Tam Bram girl's singing talents always have to be on standby, as they could be called upon by anyone no matter what the time of day, nature of the occasion or profile of the audience, by simply uttering the three powerful words, "Oru Paatu Paadein." And woe betide the girl who in shameful ignorance, takes the words at face value. When the words were uttered by a visiting neighbor, I readily accepted and joyously broke into a popular Hindi film ditty. I had finished the second paragraph when I stopped to check audience response. My mother had a strained, embarrassed smile on her face, grand mom was scowling hard, an aunt hurriedly excused herself and went inside and the venerable neighbor looked so disturbed, I thought she was on the verge of a heart attack."Well..that was nice, but don't you sing any varnams or keerthanais?" she finally asked, after an awkward silence. My mother hurriedly explained how in the culturally bereft North we were unable to locate a Carnatic music teacher nearby...but hopefully by this summer she would manage to do something about it. That's when I realised that the only music that was expected to pour out of your mellifluous throat where classical Carnatic songs. If you didn't know any, you simply shut up and ducked out of sight of visiting maamis. And if like me, you are a non-engineer-non-Carnatic-trained loser of a Tam Bram, you should be drowning yourself in a drum full of idli batter for having wasted this lifetime.

Lol..I am like her..non-engineer-non-carnatic-trained loser. Or maybe slightly carnatic trained. I haven’t felt the non carnatic part strongly in my family. But I’m aware of how that works.

Akx..the celebrity of my life..!

Axie pie!

Here are a bunch of reasons why she is the lou of my life..!

She tells me a million weird amusing stories that can happen only in her life ..

She makes me laugh..loudly in office! Such that everybody turns and gives me weird looks..!

She watches movies with me and we rip them apart together :) and plays!

She cheers me up and makes me smile and laugh without even knowing that I’m down.. :)

She calls me every day to listen to my caller tune.. aww

She tells me she missed me if I wasn’t online for a while..even if she didn’t.. :P But akx i miss u too when ure not online!

She’s a cute child and an absolute girl! She doesn’t realize that I’m also a girl and wants me to marry her and be man!!!

She writes poems n songs for me ever so cutely :)

She pings me saying ‘ei u didn’t ping..I missed u!’

She makes me feel like I’m a half employee of Google..I know almost half the people there and all their life stories..at least the gossip worthy ones.. :P

She always has something to say..ALWAYS!

She’s oh soo modest..Probably the only person who says ‘yeah I know’ or ‘duh!’ to any compliment!

She’s comes up with the best pick up lines..of course only she can use them..anybody else would just make a mess of it!

She’s the only person I've discussed all the possible weird topics on earth ranging from Ramayan and Mahabharat to fans and catholic retreats! umm..and some censored topics.. :P

Ok there are many many many reasons like that..but the real important one is of course that..She’s always around..she brings happiness and optimism..she’s my ray of sunshine.. !

I lou u akx! :)

And so it begins..

Here’s a start. I’m finally blogging. Yes..I am surprised. This has been at the back of my mind for god knows how long! And after friends telling me a hundred times to start my own blog instead or harassing them to blog cos I’m bored and need entertainment, I finally sat and created my blog today. Oh I created it at work btw. Yes yes I had work to finish..but I had to do this while the feeling came full force :) So that’s that..it happened like that. My next post will come soon..and its supposed to be about akx apparently..the celebrity of my life.