I am happy

Hi All,

I feel good ( tada tada tada tan..)
I feel good ( tada tada tada tan..)
I feel good ( tan tan)
Feel good...

I know I'M not making sense.. but thats me.. whnever i am too happy or too sad( which is most of the time ) i don't make sense .

CIAO

My home Comp's alright !!!!

Hi All,
Now i don't have to look around furtively wondering whether anyone in office wold catch me blogging. Nothing wrong, but still would feel embarrassed if caught . Now bak in home turf !!
Great !!!!! You can expect frequent blogs from now on

CIAO...

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.