Feels nice to be remembered

Hi All,

Its been long since I posted.. Was not free (read :not busy) . Just not free!!!
I have been thinking about this blog for quite a few days..
About the people who don't matter to us, but who touch with their warmth and honesty.
They are unforgettable people in my life. Though I don't even know their names. They are the kind of people we meet everyday on the roads, nothing extraordinary about them , but people blessed with something which most of us, in this materialistic world have forsaken.
They are kind, attach value to humans. ( I have been with them for utmost 5 minutes) .Yet their aura was so powerful that they really make me wonder..

One is a salesman in a huge textile showroom.(The one that I frequent) The person is atleast 20 years elder to me. Yet he called me Madam .. That hurt. ( Its the same when the security people in my office refer me by the same) Just working in reputed firm , and earning more than these people doesn't qualify me to be treated that way. What sort of world this, which judges a person by their bank balance.. Anyway coming back to this guy, he was so honest. He could have cheated me quoting a price far above the original, and I would have bought the salwar for the same, but he chose not tooo. Lotsa people are honest I agree, but the amount of dedication he showed to his work overwhelmed me.. Before I left I just told him, one day you will start your own shop. He seemed both happy and embarrassed by the remark.
The next time I went to the shop, I was a bit preoccupied and didn't notice his attempts to catch my eye.. Just when I was about to leave the shop, I noticed him and went to him and said HI ..Do you remember me'
He replied 'ungala eppadi madam( no madam please) marakka mudiyum' meaning --how can I forget you' chatted with him for few minutes (showed him the bag he sold me on the previous purchase) Its felt really nice to be remembered by him.

The other person is a road side vendor. We buy groundnut from him. (i.e. my mom used to buy, occasionally I accompanied her .But that was long back. Recently when I went to my old place after a long time , I just came across the vendor. So thought of buying groundnut..
He remembered me. And not just me.. My mom... My brother..He even remembered where my brother studied..I was really surprised (I was really happy).

Both are honest people, who attached great importance to people. They could have been just another person on the road , who doesn't give a damn about anything else.
They just restored my faith in humans.. Its requires greatness to instill faith.
I salute and bow to their greatness.

Till my next post...
CIAO..

Fear that i can't express the depth of what i feel...

Hi All,

I am writing this in a sober mood.
Part of me crying, part of me jumping out with joy,
Partly in ecstasy , partly in agony...
Too many emotions that can't be defined. I know the cause, i just read something, which is too wonderful , absolutely brilliant, emotionally binding, that tears were the natural course of it..
All other unfortunate souls who cannot read coz i lost it.. lost it forever...
Read a truth unleashed...
Too good that it i feel worhtless to write my own version for the fear of losing the sanctity of what's been written..
Words... how deep, how natural, how powerful..
Is there a sword too sharp to cut like words, or a knife that can pierce through your heart leaving a scar forever and ever..
Felt worthless to read it.. Because i don't deserve to read such pure, untold , submission of self..
Just not worth that much..
Somehow, some angel blessed me with such luck..
Today's the most memorable day in my life cause , though i can't explain the implications of what i read, the significance have to be said... Not to do so, will only trap me in my own grief , agony and ecstasy.
Confusing isn't it. Too feel all the emotions at the same time ... Too have all bundled up, that you can't recognise your own feelings, nor understand the prevalent mood , with the present being of no consequence , a feeling of numbness that doesn't subside, making you confused more than ever. Making you an alien to yourself.. I don't find it odd. It has been a way of life all the time..
Wary of surroundings and place, i neither think nor react, not even aware of what i am doing or supposed to do..
A single article... a single man's greatness, wishing it could have been otherwise ...
But fate... and fear that i have expressed too much...

Without a beginning , and an end i quit this ...

CIAO..

Crap,Crap and more Crap!!!

Hi All,

Long time since i made a post. To be honest , didn't wanna post Tagged - Part II so soon. Especially since many people apreciated it. (Now i am scared that i will diasppoint them with part -II ) And also i din't have anything to write about. Infact i am clueless as to what this blog is gonna be, hence the title - Crap, Crap and more Crap!!!
Let me try poetry ... (another crap one )
I looked up , and saw clear blue sky,
Looked down, saw a butterfly,
But what made me cry ,
A single stolen potato fry !!!

Thats what i said at the beginning, its just Crap, Crap and more Crap !!!

Another one,

I sat up thinking about what to write,
So that my wordings sound right..
I have to consider's reader's plight,
Which is why i'm crapping light !!!

Huh, will i ever write something witty and thought provoking ???
Doubt it, but will try it, attempt it ... one day i might!!!
One day i will !!!

We have to go a long way, to reach what we desire,
To know what we desire, itself takes a long time to know,
The truth is, are we ready to spare time?
To know what we cherish, what we desire?
Think , one day you might know the answer !!!

Didn't wanna sound sentimental, but therei go again,
Sentimental , YOUNG fool..
Don't know what else to blog , so i end it here, guess it not exactly crap.
But when what i wrote, is not what i wanted to write ,
Then its crap right ????
Huh knew that i would somehow bring logic into what i write.

By the way did i write to sound like crap, and argued that even though it wasn't crap, that it is. Huh Crap again. I have gone crazy!!!

I could take two sides and argue both sides , but i think i have crapped enough, so bye for now.

CIAO...

Tagged -1st part

Hi all,

Though i don't really agree with tagging, i still go ahead with it. Only because i thought it could turn out to be fun after all.
Well in this first part of the "i don't know how many series are there" i would like to share some moments, which are truly precious to me.
In the Chronological order

1. When my kindergaden teacher slapped me 'coz i was very naughty.
2. When my third language teacher beat me coz i wasn't able to read. I scored the highest during the rest of the year in that subject only to show her that i wasn't a dumb person.
3. The first time, i won an inter school oratorical competition.
4. The time i went and complained to my school teacher that guys aren't behaving the way they should( I still feel ashamed about it).
5. My first attempt at acting. Well it was a very fine day. My house was to perform the last. The play was a hilarious one. We had rehearsed so well. Only hitch was that , the moment we went onstage, there was turn of events and a big downpour. Probably the rain wanted to bless us.
6. The time , when we all we about to return from tuition classes. I remeberd that the one of my friends had my note book. She was ahead of me. Then i did , "the one thing" which all my friends still laugh at. I ran clutching my cycle, while instead i could have just cycled. didn't even realise it. Turned back and gave a puzzled look at my friends. It was only later when all laughter had subsided they decided to tell me what happened. (you can guess what happened after that)
7. This too was onstage, i was onstage singing a solo song. My friend, who was at the end of the auditorium, was making faces. And in front of the all the school students( it happened in another school) i shouted at him. Huh? i din't stop at that. I went right back to the satge and resumed from where i had paused. (I wish that atleast i could have started from a stanza instead of the exact line where i let off).
8. When my teacher sent me to thank another teacher for her timely help. I misheard it as dance. I was in my 5th std i guess. The teacher was with the 9th std students. I just went upto her and said "DANCE" . You could guess what happened after that.(Hey it just shows, i never listen to other people right from childhood :)) I could have stopped at that. Buit then again with an eagerness and curiosity thats typical me , i went and asked my teacher what wasit, and promptly went and conveyed the message to the other one(This time i got it right though)
9. I used to stay back and help my ma'am. I used to carry the attendance register for the tuition classes for students of classes 6th upward. (i started doing this when i was in5th) After school hours. The vice principal was very impresssed with me that , one day he walked to my class and gave me a geometry box( I still have it) for my good work.
10. The first time a person said "I love you" .
11. The moment my best friend's parents let me decide (or rather advice) what course would suit their daughter better. Its one thing to be trusted by friends, but its an entirely different thing when Their parents love yuo as their own.
12. The time a person, whom i really cared about, made me cry, and rendered a sweet sincere apology the very next minute. (We are still very good friends)

Guess thats not in the chronological order..
The list goes on, so many memories to share. Will do that in part 2.
Bye for now.
CIAO

Five Point Someone

Hi All,

I wanted to read this book for a long time. Dunno why, but everybody just kept saying, its a must read. So atlast got to read it. Wanted to write about the book.
Well, for starters, it was a book completely different, in the way it was written , for its "honest to god" account, for its narrative, (absolute , not subtle). Closely knit characters, with no additional complications, a very simple book, but one which conveyed a lot. So accolades to the author who choose to be frank.
As usual with critics, that just the good part about the book. There are two things about the book, that I completely disagree with.
First, its treatment of women, (though not intentional I guess) it kinda portrays "girls are dumb image" well not exactly like that, but kinda like that. i.e. It just talks about the girls being a complete contrast to themselves. To be honest , its true(the part about girls being contrast to themselves), but not in the light manner in which its portrayed in the book.The author can't escape that he's not able to understand girls that's why its this way in the book.That'll be just an excuse. The truth is girls have many things that they correlate together, before formulating an opinion. i.e. Either that or they formulate a opinion without any data. Therefore, from a girls perspective, its completely different, every girl undergoes some sort of trauma, before taking a decision which is considered inappropriate to the surroundings. This is because of the way we have brought up, not just coz they are girls. In other words, girls shoulder more responsibility and are more bothered bout the consequences. They think twice before taking decisions...

Secondly, in the careless way it portrays the youth. Well not careless exactly , but with books like these becoming best -sellers, it will just set an example for all the current gen. True , it does come with a disclaimer, but still certain things could have been avoided.These will become a trend, and the young minds can easily be spoilt. I am not being harsh on the book, its just that I am afraid for the effect this book on the youth. Casual exposure like this, will only increase the curiosity, which could have been dealt in a better way ( I also have to add that, apart from these, I found it an enjoyable, fast read . One book which I just couldn't put down before I finished .And also the author has every right to express what he feels, so I ain't saying he's wrong. Just like the author, I have every right to have my own opinion, that's why I am posting this.)

Well that's my opinion people, you are free to comment..

Till my next post....

CIAO.

Rainy Day in Chennai

Hi All,
Chennai at its best.... So much rain.. Heavenly climate, windy days ....
Cool breeze that makes you float..
Soft wind that rush through your ears ...
The air around singing merry...
Placing a grin on your face...
A long awaited heaven...
At last in Chennai.

I look up at the sky, wanting to throw my umbrella , to dance , to cheer , to laugh,
to have tears of joy running down my cheeks,
Mingling with the sweet rain,indistinguishable from my tears.
Oh rain, how nice it is to see your pouring down,
Blessing the people on the roads,
Tearing the sky, yet opening my heart,
Down you pour , but lift my spirits,
You are crying, but make me laugh,
Washing away the dread , the fear,
Yet reinforcing the hope, and love,
A BIT of you is all it takes to make a HUGE difference...

You make me write poetry, though meaningless,
Makes me wonder what made me turn into one.
I really do wonder how unselfish you are,
To make all people happy, not expecting anything in return,
You are truly a miracle, for my stony heart is melting ,
Rushing down, my defenses withdrawn.............

Gazing and gazing at you, I lose count of time, place ,people -Yes people,
Wanting to turn into one like you,
Having a freewill, yet making everyone smile ,
The moment you pass them..
I LOVE you rain..

Wanting to be like you,
With so much love in my heart,
waiting for the perfect one,
Like how you found thunder,
Longing to care and be cared,

Waiting for the right opportunity ,
I bid adieu , not to you ,but to my writing
Coz whatever I may write will never do justice to you.
And whatever you make me feel can never be repaid back.
Bye Bye rain , And don't rain often
Coz then I will only dream...

The People who have inspired me

Hi all,

This post is a tribute to the people who have influenced and inspired me. Being an egoist , I don't usually listen when I know I am right ,(though politely hear what the other person is saying) but these people have inspired me. Three different people, in three different dimensions.

They have greatly shaped my life....

Here goes..................

The first person is my cousin sister. I was totally crazy about her, she used to be the first person I see in the morning (without even brushing my teeth, I used to go to her as soon as I woke up) She was doing her MBBS that time. I remember troubling her all the time, making her to play with me.Sing with me etc etc. She never complained , was a really sweet person . Infact whatever she did ,was what I considered appropriate. I just wanna narrate one small incident. I was the kinda girl who used to think that sightadichifying is a sin (well now I have changed ) One day when I was staying over at my cousin's place( I was 12 years old that time) I told her, why do people esp girls behave so bad, they shouldn't do that. (well u might be wondering whether she laughed out loud at this-She didn't do that. She just remained silent. And said its only natural at this age) I was so confused at that point , how could my idol , say something totally against my belief's. But since she said that , and knowing that she's the sorta person who never goes wrong , I realized its a natural process. U might be wondering how this influenced me. Don't let ur imagination run wild. It just thought me ,not to have any pretense in life. It's more important to realize that being frank is more important than being considered good by a few people who hardly matter. Take responsibility for your actions and BE HONEST TO YOURSELF. There's nothing as bad as self-pretense frank about who you are, don't cheat yourself. Well she thought me that. The incident itself is insignificant. She could have pretended that time and told , whatever I had considered till then is true and that's how a person should be blah blah blah.. But even at that age, she had the integrity not to lie to me for such an insignificant thing. That touched me..

Well goin on to the second person... This girl was my school senior. Two years older to me. We were both in the same house So used to play dramas together .She was the one who really inspired me to be bold, and talk what I feel ,to shed inhibitions.. Infact I feel that talking spontaneously is far easier than speaking a rehearsed one. She was the one who thought me that .(well she didn't teach - I just kinda got the skill from her) An amazing person, she makes audiences spell bound by her speech. She made me take active interest in speaking ,dramatics etc. When she was about to leave school , I went upto her and asked her to fill my slam-book (It's such a shame -these slam books asking people to fill what are their hobbies ,interest ,favorite actor etc etc) Instead a plain paper would suffice and carry more meaning . Well I was young that time so gave her my book .She just wrote this ,though I have more friends much closer than her who filled my book -this one stands out-coz it touched my heart "she wrote_ Dear prathiba , you are cute. Love to have a sister like you. The fact that she would have wanted me as a sister was really overwhelming. (and that too she cramped this much into the tiny space that was available). That was the second person.

Coming to the third , this girl was my college senior, three years older than me. Bubbly and undying enthusiast ,she was ever ready , always a sport , who just loved to make millions of friends. I was glad that I was one amongst her friends in my batch.. (though I was three years younger than her, she never treated me like a junior) And also , her sister being a designer ,she used to wear these amazing clothes ,which looked totally cool on her started taking interest in clothes only after seeing her so beautifully dressed...Just by speaking to her , her enthu caught on me. However tired I was , speaking to her used to revitalise me. Some people really do have that charm (people say that I do have that- but I don't like to brag about it) Well she inspired me, thought that happiness is in me, I can be happy if I want , its the power of the soul , and the mind that influences things.

All the three shared a common trait, they were all honest to themselves, frank ,and had integrity .(No back -biting ) And also all three thought me all this without even saying a word about it . They simply were themselves ,which was why I liked them so much. And they also thought me that being ourselves is more important , Personality traits can be changed according to the benchmark, but personality and the character that defines the person should never change. Simply being ourselves is being great . I owe it to them ,who let me learn in my own way ...... Thus letting me be myself.................

Well then till my next post

CIAO.