To write.

‘The first key to writing is to write, not to think!’ said the leading old actor in the film I just saw out of pure coincidence. The actor is Sean Connery. I’ve always liked him for his white hair, that gives this angelic appearance to him. When I write, I try to use some of the beautiful words that are not used in the mundane usage and end up searching in the wordweb for a sophisticated alter words using the thesaurus for a simple word. I’ve off late observed that the process of perfecting my writing in the nascent stage distracts my thought process while writing. And with this general analysis in my mind, when I came to see this one particular video clip from the movie “Finding Forrester”, I got inspired to write some bull shit and start enhancing my writing skills. Coming to think of it, I pity the people to whom I write this, as they get to read all these mumblings and ramblings. But I wouldn’t exactly empathize that feeling much because, it is of common knowledge that you actively chose to read it. So here I am penning my thoughts, while hearing this song, 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=fvwp&NR=1&v=7fXfOx1zA9Q

The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky – they are much prettier when a kid points  it to you in a bus ride and you have nothing to do, but to join the kid, enjoy the moment and be happy for the beautiful dispersion of colors in the sky.

You know what I like the most? To be sitting alone comfortably, hearing a song, enjoying the music thoroughly, now and then really hearing the words, chanting them randomly.

What a wonderful world – Yes it absolutely is! Wide and clear sky, Planes flying in the distant far sometimes fooling the eye by appearing like a shining shooting star, Cold air breezing and making the chill being felt even in your deep gutter, sense of unboundedness of dreams and unquenchable pure confidence of the youth. Why wouldn’t the world be beautiful for me?! 

Masters – the enlightenment!

From the place I hail, doing a bachelorette has become like a pre-requiste high school studies and you just become another commoner with the basic knowledge of how to survive in this world. The choices for such young bachelors is to either find a job in a reputable company and work their way through the hierarchy of designations or write “n” number of entrance exams and enter into a - “The top 10 best college” (in truth- a middling average). And I, chose the later option! Simply because my Project Manager couldn’t comply with my petty whims like having breaks of 40 minutes other than the mundane lunch break & evening tea break.

And so started my phase of enlightenment in life! Am now at a less known part of USA (there was a friend who thought that Arizona was a part of Canada), studying a course which I think would be of no good to my career and trying the best at making edible enough food. Sometimes it occurs as a nightmare to think that the only knowledge I would have acquired during my Master’s would be the knowledge to cook for the world’s most damned male that I’m going to marry in future.

With all the uncertainness of what I’m doing at present and what the future holds for me, let us dwell deep into Theory of relativity and confute time dilation with the analysis of Doppler’s effect. I’m just kidding! I’ll give you an escapade from my intellections. Buhbye for now! Hope to be back with more random rantings..

out of the blue 2

Cont from out of the blue..
        Finally i did find a photocopying shop, gave my borrowed book for xerox and i was told to collect it after 2hrs. So i drew to house in the rain, maybe watched some tv show for 1.30 hrs & started back again. After reaching the shop, i found tat the guy in the shop didn't even start xeroxing (my contribution to english lang) & had to wait till he finished off with the one he was doing for the couple who were already present in the shop.   
        Here is where the interesting thing happens. U see, the couple came with their kid, a girl of 4 yrs old maybe. There were 2 seats in the waiting area. The man was looking over his documents getting xeroxed (another contribution), while the wife occupied one of the seats and i used the other one left. The kid was lounging near her mother, trying to best work her immature brain, by meddling with her fingers forming shapes. I was bored & trying to work my brain at the best too, yet afraid to try out things like the kid did. So, i made faces to the kid (not the scary ones, don't get afraid) in an attempt to grab her attention. Eventually, she succumbed and started laughing. Then we introduced ourselves to each other & i started inquiring her likes. She was enthused & described everything in detail (kids use their whole body to describe something usually- better body language, we could say). Her interest turned onto my mobile later & it was with great effort from her mother tat i was able to get it back from her . I got a call by then & so went out to attend to it. When i returned, the little girl was occupying my seat. On seeing me, she asked her mom to get up, so that i can have the seat beside her. It was thoroughly embarrassing for the girl's mother to observe her disloyalty. I kinda managed the situation saying tat i'll be able to play better with her, if she sits on my lap, for which she agreed. Then we played with all the things tat i had in my purse and passed another half an hour. By then, the kid got much friendly with me & spoke to me like i was her friend for years.
        The kids father, returned with his work being completed. Tats when the most unusual thing happened. The kid got down, put on her slippers, called her mother, took my helmet & called me too (in a matter of fact tone). The couple where drenched in embarrassment of the way she called me, like as if I've been living with her. Again, in order to be courteous, i had to do lots of false promises tat i'll surely come to her house some other day, but not now as i still have my book to be xeroxed yet. She said tat, being tat the case, she'll wait and come with me, whilst her parents who got their xerox work done can leave now & wore my helmet on her head diligently and gave an adorable stare. I had to reason out to her that i dont know the way to her house & somehow finally got my helmet back from her. I promised her that i'll buy lots of chocolates & come along with my parents to her house. She then gave in & started off with the promise tat i'll go and see her definitely. A bit of sadness was visible on her face, maybe she realized the impracticality of my visit to her house. I bid her farewell with a final note, tat she should never go out with a stranger or ask a stranger to come to her house hereafter. Her parents left with an acknowledging smile of the choice of friend their kid made.
        Though i knew tat the final note i gave to her was making me loose my cool to tat kid, i still had to tell her tat as i felt responsible in some way for the way she is going to be molded according to the world she lives in and i wanted her to be safe in this world too. I could say tat the friendship of less than an hour, i made tat day, to be the best one i could ever make in my whole life! Innocence is beauty!

out of the blue

It was a rainy sunday and my semester exams have started. Two exams successfuly finished & four more yet to conquer. 2 days later comes the third exam yet i have done no arrangement for the book to read. I called my neighborhood friend, mrids and asked if i could borrow her book for half a day. She reluctantly agreed and made it clear that she needed her book before 8 pm that day. I was grateful of her to help me at the penultimate time of the exam. Took an umbrella and got the book from her. Now remains the great task of taking xerox. Called my bro and waited for him to come. 2 hrs passed, no sign of him. Frustrated and urged to show my independence, took the Aviator and drove to hunt for a xerox shop. Two shops were closed and when i eagerly entered the third open one, the shop owner disappointed me with his "temporarily out of service" - xerox machine. I made up my mind to include even xerox machines in the "cant be used when needed item list" - viz., public telephone, crazy fun rides at amusement parks, bsnl broadband, etc.

                                                                                    -unlike the rest, this will be surely continued!!

A man in his mid 40's

I boarded the bus as usual at my bus stop, got into a 15G that was moderately filled. After a couple of stops, a man in his mid 40's also boarded the same bus as mine. On the call of the conductor's trade mark "Ulla po!" (meaning "Go inside"), he must have landed behind the place where i was standing, after a series of nudges and pushes. There wasn't much place at the gent's standing side when compared to the ladies'. Hence he used the handle bar by my side for the grip. After a couple of minutes, i realized that he was starring at me. Initially i was getting irritated and made sure that my bag kept the safe distance from him. But later i realized that his age and appearance was substantial enough to oppose such thoughts. I reasoned myself out, that he must have lost a daughter who was a look alike of me or some other disaster must have happened in his life, that which is related to my appearance. I pitied on him, of the torments that he must have experienced and also made sure that he had enough space to stand comfortably. Eventually i got a seat to sit & he got his too.
At the Central bus stop, the man boarded off the bus. There came the climax of the story. He got down the bus, came adjacent to the window where i was sitting, reached for his pant rear pocket, took out a pocket comb, styled his hair hurriedly and and gave a look at me. I was surprised at his unexpected act, felt disgusting and did the best at controlling my laughter on the folly i did. As the bus moved on, i felt a bit stupid to have such poor judging skills, yet also felt pathetically funny of the whole incident.
I really do hope, that some day, the world turns into a place how i imagine it to be.

PRIDE

It was around 5 pm when i returned from my office. The long hectic travel of two and a half hours sitting on the hardened cushions of Metropolitan buses, made me feel an instant craving for my ever comfy couch at home.
In order to reach my house from the bus stop, i have to cross a main road and walk through a street. Usually i become fidgety during the process of crossing roads because of the thought that a wrong step taken once, can cause disasters within a fraction of second. So i usually stand at the road side patiently, till i build up my confidence to boldly cross the road and also till the traffic clears up substantially. Or rather, mostly during the long time interval i wait at the road sides, somebody else would have already started crossing it & i would hopelessly tail them to reach the other end of the road.
On that particular day, there seemed nobody to accompany me to cross the road. Hence after the usual long patient struggle, i crossed the first half of the main road. While i was standing at the mid section of the road, i felt like somebody was following me. Then i noticed, that there were two kids (a four year old girl and a five year old boy - based on my evaluations), anxious to keep tag with me to safely cross the road.
I was pleasantly taken aback by the thought that i was considered as a reliable grown-up. A bit of pride crept into my senses. With all the happiness that accompanies a responsibility of an adult, i crossed the other half of the road boldly, guiding the two children with me. I also made sure that i matched the speed of their tiny steps while crossing the road. All my weariness of the long distance travel disappeared leaving no shadow of it.
As usual, my illogical sense of greed popped up and made me turn back to look for any other people to aid in crossing the road back again. At the right time, my common sense also raced in and made me realize my stupidity of wanting more pride at matter as silly as this.
P.S.: I write this post at the request of my friend, to whom i narrated this incident.

To my native...

This was a journey which i began with just family compulsion as its main cause and missing my last day of college as the grievance. I hate travelling by daylight as it results with nothing but boredom and significant tiredness. I was waiting for my flight, grieving on - the day's joy which i felt missing and the scarcity of book stalls to while away the time. Meanwhile, my appa (father) started giving his usual speech on "How things ought to be in this world - selfless, helping, usefull". After observing that i was least concentrating on him, he changed the subject to "How stupid & impractical the signboards are placed in the checking in hall", under the presumption that i might be interested in analyzing them, which i was not. Finally after a couple of delay of flight due to technical reasons, we boarded up and made the journey.

Trivandrum was at its usual peace & gave us a warm welcome which was too warm actually. After a 2 hr journey by a hired car, we reached to my amma's (mother's) native - Manavilai at Nagercoil. Grandma welcomed us to her house with all smiles & wishes.

The old place has its charm. The dull light inside and the birds constant chirps always made me feel carefree and contented.

The old single dusty chair at the attic

 

Well belonging to my grandma's house.

The next day, we went to the temple quite famous at nagercoil - "saamithopu". I had a few clicks there. The best one of all is this..

 

Tallest pole of greatest heights

 

 

Va Pongal Pongalaam.. (Part1)

(This post is exclusively written for the south indians who eagerly await the 3 continous days holiday of the year)

Ithu namma heroin Priya'oda pongal kathai..

Mathyanam mani 2, thethi 14. Priya veetu pongal celebration'ku guest'ah vanthurukaanga, namma 9 vayasu cousin Saathana (a) Saathu. Motta maadi'la vilayada Saathu 20 mins'ah nacharichu koopida, vera vali illama "vithiye"nu poranga priya. Anga 'manathakkali' chedi'oda pazhatha ellam parichu saapitathuku apparam, venthu pona kaal'oda return aaranga akka'vum thangai'um.

Mani 3.15. Aduthu amma solla pora velai'la irunthu escape aaga, priya podranga master plan. Pongal'ah celebrate panna vantha Saathu'ku puthu dress vaanganum. Appa'kitayum amma'kitayum 30 mins vaathadi, girls'oda equal rights parikka padratha pathi velaavarichu, "Aviator + Rs.600" ah poraadi velluraanga Priya.

Mani 4.10. Skywalk pora santhosathoda kulichu, ready'aagi Priya Saathu’ah kootitu aviator’ah nerunga, Saathu podraanga gundu! Pinnadi ukkara sonna, kekama adampidichu munnadiyae ukkaruranga Saathu. Ukantha 2 mins’ku ulla varuthu side effect – ½ adi seat’la ukkanthu ivalo naal scooter height’ah  adjust pannitu iruntha Priya’vuku innaiku, Saathu kitta antha ½ adi’ah parikoduthu, Center stand edukka kooda kaal ettama, kashta paatu mukki vandi’ah munnadi thalli aarambikuraanga payanatha..

Mani 4.30. Matter’ah simple’ah mudikka, Bridge’ku munnadi irukkura Radhakrishna Silks’la cycle gap’la Aviator’ah park panni, kelamburanga dress edukka namma Priya’vum Saathu’um. Oor’la ulla motha Aadi kalivum saerthu vacha thuni kada maari irukura kadaila, 6 dresses’ah reject pannathuku apparam 7’vatha paakuranga namma Saathu’ku porutham’aana manja dress’ah. Aanalum, atha reserve’la vachi, innum oru 10 dress’ah poratti paathu, athula oru pacha dress’ah eduthu, valathu santhu’la irukura trial room’ah nokki poranga. Pacha dress kai tight’ah irukka, manja dress correst’ah irunthu kai koduthu kaapatha, thuniya thookitu bill counter’ku nimmathiya nadanthanga.

Mani 5.40. Bill counter ponnu computer bill pottu kodukka, Pakathula irukkura cashier athula’yum rocket kanakku poda surusurupa calculator’ah thatti, Priya neetina Rs.500’ku change Rs.150 neetinaaru namma Einstein.                                                                                                          (To Be Continued...)