The Myth

I've heard these dialogues in films like , "Meterkku mela kasu podu ma".. But in reality has this meter ever worked?Some say it's actually worked at one period of time and some say it hasn't.. But the truth is I've never seen an Auto-meter working in my memory...Namma chennai vazhi thani vazhi!

Curious....

I've always had a fascination for Mount Road...Like Phoebe in the sitcom "Friends" I like things which have a unique history behind them... Having travelled through the Mount Road a gazillion times this shop never failed to catch my attention.. And I really hope I go in there once..

I'm broke and I'm Happy about it

I'm just like any other person .. I don't like my purse empty..Oh no I'm not stingy ...Anyway let's not get into that debate...

My day started off like this...Got up quite early by my standards and just imagine, I had to catch three buses to reach my computer class...Having waited in the bus stop for nearly an hour I really lost my cool...So just caught some bus and got down halfway...To my misfortune the bus was a deluxe one ...So that means loosening my purse strings...grrrr...Again waiting, waiting , waiting.....for the share auto...Predictably no share auto ....It was already 9:00 and I knew my class would've started....So cursing everything from MTC buses to Java language , I had to spend 40 rs for an auto to reach my class...Another anit-climax...The class was to start at 9:30..
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Now after the return journey I was left with only 30 bucks..As soon as I got off the bus , I saw this elaneer (tender coconut) shop...So spent 20 rs to buy one... Just when I was enjoying every drop of my elaneer , this old lady near me fainted ..well sort of .. She lost her balance and fell down...She looked really old and withered .. The only few paisas that she had were scattered here and there....I helped her get to her feet...Then she said with this miserable tone "பழம் சாப்டனும்நு ரூபா கொண்டு வந்தேன் மா "... I'd never seen anything so pitiful... asked her if she needed any money but she was so hesitant..Still , I opened my purse to see just one 10 rupee note tightly squeezed in between the leather... She had 5 rupees and I had 10 .. So I bought her an elaneer..I left the shop immediately.. I didn't stay to see the relief in her face but I knew that I'had made someone happy..

Even though it was just 10 bucks , I felt really happy... My crappy day seemed to have atleast one wonderful moment...You know that moment is just priceless....The joy of giving ... Once you've tasted that fruit you'll never want to let go of it...


I walked home with an empty purse.. I was broke and completely happy about it....

Mr and Mrs Spiderman?

I'm not curious about who chand and sultana are nor am i gonna grumble about graffiti in tourists' attraction.. but one thing about this photo made me think seriously.. How did these people manage to write on the ceiling of this height? I guess Chand and Sultana are Mr and Mrs spiderman!?!

Officially a senior!!! Hurray!

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I just got my results today ... Oh no don't ask my grades .....The point is, I'm officially a SENIOR!! It's been a memorable year for me .. I'm just gonna summarize this year in this post (which is of course a very hard thing for me to do considering I have to restrain myself from using excessive alsos , anyways and buts)..Okay here I go...

My college started on the 11th of September... Now that's one date easy to remember..My dad accompanied me to the induction programme .. Usually people get anxious about getting accustomed to the new people and college environment.. But there I was dreading to travel in college bus .. I have this motion sickness thing ... But miraculously now I enjoy my bus rides to the fullest.. In my first day bus journey I met this friend who remains to be one of my close friends till date...Hmmm..Anyway , my entire family came to my bus stop ..*Cheesy Mommy-Daddy-Sissy sentiment song*.. Speaking of my first impression of the college , it was a mini-DAV.. I dunno if it was because most of my friends were in the same group of colleges as mine or because the chief guest panel were as boring as the ones that come to my school independence day functions...


So that's it... nothing much about the first day..And then comes the second day.. It was really fine.. More than anything I was so happy about the fact that there 'are' people shorter than me in my college.. That cheered me up.. I was all this over-dressed kid in the college.. (and I still am ).. I hate to say this but during my 1st semester , in the words of Severes Snape I was an Insufferable Know-it-all... .. Okay okay enough about me .. My teachers .. They were a bit of an anti-climax.. Having grown up listening to my sister's snooty-old- professor stories I was really taken aback to see that almost all my teachers were very young ...In fact they were more or less my sister's age...

Now I must definitely say this .. College life is diametrically opposite to school life... For once it was good to enjoy the freedom ... And meeting different kinds of people was altogether a very very different experience..I've never seen these many kinds of people , all under a single roof....At first my friends said that I was a really shy , reserved and calm girl and a bit of a pazham.. Some even insisted me to be a little more open and social.. But I think they regret it coz I've turned into a fully grown chatterbox...Anyway apart from having fun with all my friends I also had some bitter moments... I understood this philosophy that people are not always what they seem to be..For one thing the person whom I believed to be a good friend betrayed me ...It hit me very hard ....*sigh*

Really , sharing lunch , nicknames for teachers , treats for silly stuffs, little fights , hi-fi outings with a very low budget (I will never forget my Skywalk trip with my friends....We were broke .. Just had money enough just to buy cool drinks...but it was fun), the long wait for results and so on...I've had my share of a very good start...All in all my first year was like a tamil masala movie..

When in Rome, do as the Romans do…

The other day I read an article : “Indian,anyone” in The Hindu magazine about Indian dresses becoming more like a costume… How true … One hardly sees youngsters wearing a dhoti or other traditional wear.. I agree, clothes are more about comfort than anything else..But I don’t think people try to squeeze themselves in uber tight jeans for comfort…

Everyone’s trying to fit into the so called “modern ” era by wearing western clothes… Rather than doing that let’s be modern in our thinking and ways…While India always boasts of having a unique culture, here we are trying to copy some westerners and gradually losing our identity in the process…

Okay I do wear western clothes but I don’t ignore our traditional dresses nor do I smirk at those wearing a Salwar or saree.., I’ve seen many people doing the latter..People wearing traditional Indian clothes are branded snobs, ‘pazham’(you what this is of you are a tamil), etc…, Believe it or not this is the gritty truth..

Anyway, the point is next time you go to a party or a function trying wearing Indian clothes.. They’re cool too, you know….

Language – Just a medium

To begin with I love Chetan Bhagat’s novels and enjoy them so much..I think he is a great author.. But my sis doesn’t think so..This often is a topic of debate between us… Unlike my sis, for me language is just a medium for conveying your thoughts and it needn’t be all bombastic. One can convey great things with just simple words..Although it may not be what you call “Literature” material , at least it just indulges people into the pleasure of reading. For instance, I wasn’t a avid book reader or anything until I read Harry Potter. I was one of those people who branded books only for nerds.

It was HP which made me realise that pleasure of reading. I dunno why people don’t understand that books aren’t only about posh words and stuffs.. Take for instance my high school english teacher.. She always said “Books like Harry Potter will just fade into oblivion.. It won’t be a classic”.. Everytime she says that I feel like , “Okay.. What is not there in HP? It’s got a wonderful plot, characterization, allusions, symbolisms and all kinds of stuffs blah blah blah blah”..

One may think I’m obsessed with ‘light’ novels.. Well here comes the reason… I read “God of small things” with a hope that these booker novels will be wonderful..But the book left me in a state of complete nausea and I kinda started hating the person who gave it to me.. (I’m not generalizing)

So, why don’t you give these not-so-much-of-a-literature books a try rather than criticizing even before reading them..

That unfinished drink…

Whenever I see someone shooing off a beggar or insult them I get really furious …But I for one never ever thought I’d do something like that…. In my defence it was a really tiring day and I was in a tetchy mood.. I was coming back from my maths tuition feeling rrrreallly thirsty…But I didn’t have a single penny to my account..With borrowed money (from the person whom I never expected to help me) I bought a Fanta … I enjoyed the drink inspite of the dingy shop I was in… Nothing was worth noticing there except for a pair of ancient biscuit tins… But something (someone) caught my eyes…She was a small girl (visibly not well fed) barely six or seven years…She had a ragged appearance but it wasn’t that which intrigued me… It was that longing look she gave me… or rather at my Fanta…I duuno why but something prevented my giving it to her… Instead I moved away from her sight… I didn’t want those eyes staring at me while I was finishing my drink…But then the realization of what a cheap thing I’d done didn’t let me drink any further… Ashamed at myself I kept it on the counter…That unfinished drink…

Lord of the Flies

It’s been a long time since i read a “good” book…I’m always a victim of crappy “Booker” novels or long boring books in the name of “Classics”…(All right.. I know some bookworms out there are smirking at me)….Anyway recently I finished reading Lord of the Flies by William Golding…woa.. Now that’s what I call a classic….It’s a common phenomenon that people are left depressed after reading this book.. Although the same thing happened to me , it left a huge mark on me…

“Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.”
That single line gave me a sleepless night…Have you ever wished for a chance to remain like Peter Pan ? or atleast a chance to grow up again? I’m sure you will feel it after reading this book…The protagonist Ralph’s transition from a confident child leader to a crumbling man was the highlight of the book….. The novel subtly brought out the ironic fact that Man forms rules and regulations in the name of a “Civilization” only to end up being miserably wrong..

Anyway I have a lot more to say about this book but right now I’m studying for my class test(duh!) …so bye for now..

P.S: For people who've had the misfortune of reading this blog, please bear with me for using excessive quotes and anyways… This is my first post…

Hello world!

At last it feels like I’m in 21st century ….