Thursday, December 31, 2009

Hello 2010!

Dear 2009,

You've had brought with you a whole lot of happiness and a little bit of sadness, made me smile those never ending smiles and made me cry a little bucket (and I assure you it was a teeny weeny one) of tears. But you know what? The best thing you taught me was to take everything in my stride, which is the reason I can say confidently and with much surety that I was happy for most of this year!


5 Lessons Learned


1. Never to take anything in life too seriously. If you feel like saying up next - '... coz you will never get out of it alive anyway', I wouldn't stop you! ;)

2. How much you do for anyone can never ever be enough, so limit yourselves! - This has proved helpful for me, and I know some others who can use this pointer to avoid further disappointments.

3. Listen to your instincts - They're ALWAYS right! - Well... a woman's instincts are more powerful, so I dunno if the same philosophy would hold true for guys ;)

4. Be around more with happy people - Trust me, it helps a lot! But that doesn't mean you dump your friends when they are in need.

5. Learn to love my blog and life will love you....

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Okay, the last one was a joke. I wasn't getting any fifth pointer! :(

Philosophy and jokes apart, hope you guys have a blessed 2010! May all the seasons next year bring you truckloads and truckloads of happiness and may all of your dreams be fulfilled...


Happy New Year 2010!


Signing off,
With much love...
Dhanya

P.S : Don't forget to wish me too! I am off for few days to spend quality time with family and relatives. Will see you when I get back. And please feed my fishies while I am gone no? Miss me.. :)

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Secrets Revealed!



... Well, if you can call them secrets in the first place!

I have been tagged by Sameera to list down seven of my secrets which I have never told anyone. This is hard coz of many reasons. To list a few -

1. I am a woman and nothing can stay in my system for a long time. I must have revealed these so-called secrets of mine to one person or the other at some point in life.

2. I am suffering from memory loss nowadays. I forget things way too fast. I call it the 'Quarter Life Crisis'. The point being that there's a high chance that I have forgotten some of my very own secrets!

3. If you think I am going to reveal my crush list, love list, relationship list (yes, they are all different types of lists), then please - exit stage left! (or right, whichever suits you ;))

I will jot them down anyway for all of you, provided that you keep them as a secret too! Pakka promise, no? Ok, here goes...

7 Secrets Revealed


1. The second thing I notice in a person is their hair style. The first being? Their personality. If they act like jerks, then automatically the ignore button is pressed and I don't notice anything else -- including their hair style! If you're a friend with great looking hair, rest assured I must have already asked you to reveal your 'hairy' secrets! ;)

2. I am very very tolerant with friends, strangers, acquaintances but I am a terror to my family members. I feel sorry for them sometimes!

3. I am closer to my mom than to my dad. I have told her almost everything - my heart breaks, crushes, insecurities, problems... almost anything and everything! I think I have inherited my sad sense of humour from her too.... ;) But the best trait I have got from her is her positive approach towards life.

4. I have learnt Carnatic Music for 3 years. This might make you go 'wow' and think that I can sing perfectly, but no... Dhanya likes loves to sing off-tune and loud most of the times! She likes the scared look her singing can bring upon listeners.

5. I love being around happy and wacky people who don't take life too seriously. All of my best friends are crazy in some way or the other! ;)

6. I have had many weird nicknames - 'Cricket' being one of them. And no, I do not mean the sport!

7. I don't take compliments too well. I dunno what to do with them! If 'compliments' were things, I would gladly throw the ones I am getting at someone else. I was considered the ugly duckling in my family when I was young, and now when people tell me I look good I just find that very hard to believe! But rest assured, it does feel nice and I do appreciate them eventually. :-)

Ready to reveal your secrets? Tell me something I don't know about you yet!

Monday, December 14, 2009

Captured Moments

Pic Courtesy : True Vision

One of the few things that capture my interest almost immediately is great photography. And mind you, I am not talking about pictures where everyone is posing for the camera with a very evident forced smile. Good pictures always come when the person/people in question are least expecting the shots. In such cases, the actual emotions of the person take over and the whole picture comes out fresh and alive.

I am greatly dependent on phone cameras because I don't usually carry my digital camera around (you can call me forgetful too if you want). I love to capture those kodak moments - moments when the smiles flow freely, moments where happiness is reflected onto the person's eyes making them twinkle a lil extra. This has led many of my relatives to cringe whenever they hear the shutter sound of my phone camera ;) Unexpected clicks are not always welcomed by everyone! So be careful!

Do you usually click pictures with your phone cam or digicam?




The above pic was taken when my newly wed cousin got up in a flurry and relief after seeing her husband return back safely after a bike ride (he's still very much a newbie when it comes to riding bikes). The moment he left, all we got to hear from her was 'Hope he didn't fall down somewhere!', 'Hope he isn't driving too fast!', 'The roads are so bad, I hope he's driving safely!'. Somehow I love this pic for the very same reason - coz it speaks so much.

The very first picture you see in this blog is not a posed one either. The photographer was called to do a family portrait. He ended up giving them a plane making kit and while they were at it, he clicked some real gems for them to treasure the rest of their lives. Captured moments of quality family time.

Imagine my surprise when the very same pro photographer (you can find his work at My True Vision and Vision Philms) mailed me earlier this week to say he loved my blog...

Sometimes appreciation can be a bit overwhelming... and more so if they come from least expected sources. So a big thank you is in order for all my friends who take time out to read this blog. You guys make my day almost EVERY day!

Monday, December 07, 2009

The Waterfall Diaries

There are times when you want to escape from your normal routine and just try something different. I was getting tired of meeting the same old people at the same old place so I just hinted to dad that we should go visit some place which we haven't seen before. Thankfully, I guess he was as bored as I was and promptly agreed!

At the entrance we see a board - 'Welcome to Athirapilly Waterfalls'

Mom (grinning) - Sounds dangerous. If we are going to land straight into those waterfalls it's a good thing your sis called now.

The car stopped at the entrance, and we had to walk a little to actually see the waterfalls. Dad was all sporty and he walked without any complaint. Ma, as I expected, couldn't help but complain (now I know where I got my complaining tendencies from!).


'Oh! This is horrible! So hot! Tooo hot actually!'

'I can't believe we have to walk over this stony path!'

'Too much distance. This is too much!'

'Next time, I am not coming anywhere!'

'What nonsense is this? Why are the waterfalls so far? I can't believe your dad said yes to this!'

Of course, me and dad just kept silent and nodded our heads to everything she said.

Whilst walking to our destination we had some really good company -

Isn't he cute? ;)

Another common sight was that of lovers who got too touch feely. Mom kept eyeing them from the corner of her eyes and she would end up chuckling. Old women! Geez!

The waterfalls were just breathtaking! I haven't seen one in a long time and just standing there watching it all was just pure bliss for me. Loved every second of it. This is just another reason why you should visit Kerala if you never have!



On our way back, I happened to see this small place with a large board outside which read - 'You can see oriental fishes here'. I went in and to my horror saw all aquariums filled with these small fishes which you can't even see coz of poor lighting.

Me - 'What's that ? Looks like a lot of pipes. Oh wait! Those are sea snakes!!'

Ma - 'Yeah right, those are sticks.'

Me - 'No ma those are snakes!'

Ma (Squinting) - 'Are you sure?'

Me (Squinting more harder than ma) - 'Yeah I guess..'

We stood there scrutinizing the scene for a minute or so and then returned to view the rest of the specimen they had over there -- which was a complete waste of 1o rupees! And I was expecting a Dubai type aquarium and an underwater zoo where you can see sharks, whales and what not through glass barriers. Sumi are you listening? ;) All I got to see were dead(?) sticks snakes.

It was time for lunch and we landed at this cheap looking restaurant which was rather unkempt.

Ma - 'Don't order any non-veg from this dirty place! Eat only veggies!'

Dad (to waiter) - 'One plate chicken curry, please!'

I just burst out into the loudest of giggles ever possible for a girl! The place was so quiet and on top of that my laughter was echoing which made me realize that I can be an embarrassment to myself at times. You might be already knowing this if you have read The Laughter Box in Me!

To sum it up, it was a well needed break! Keralam is indeed God's own country! :)

P.S (Totally unrelated to this post) - I happened to notice a glitch in my comments section since past few days. The dashboard shows a different count for comments as compared to the blog posts plus comments are going *poof*. Do you guys have the same problem ? I googled it out and it seems lotsa others are facing the same thing. If you are, you might want to notify Blogger through the Google forums.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

5 Reasons Why I Love Facebook!

1. You can slap your friends and get away without any physical injury. Moreover, you can even get some support from your other friends!


2. You can find out how you were related to your friends in your previous birth. Even our real life astrologers fail to reveal such valuable details.



3. You get people to answer questions on your behalf. Interesting questions, mind you!




4. People end up liking anything you say. Imagine that happening in real life -- people stopping you in between sentences and saying 'Hey, I liked that previous sentence you just said!'. This makes Facebook even more unique.



5. You get to add celebrities and you can even propose to them. Below is my proposal to Jose Covaco (MTV VJ). Yes, I find him hot! No more explanation needed!


Thursday, November 19, 2009

I, Mom and The Elusive Nair Boy!


I might just be smiling to myself, reading a book or chatting with someone but of course, I must be giving the wrong signals considering my mom keeps misinterpreting them as something mischievous going on in her daughter's life. You know what I mean....


Situation 1 - Dhanya smiling at computer screen (That would be me, so newbies stop wondering who Dhanya is and for God's sake read my profile properly before you start reading my post! ;) Dhanya has this habit of referring to herself in third person sometimes. It doesn't happen always, so stay!)


Ma (All happy happy) - Who you chatting with ehhhhh?

Me (Knowing what's coming) - Oh... this friend of mine... a boy!

Ma (Even more happy happy. Expectantly sits on the sofa opposite me. Looks at me with all interest. Says finally in a hushed tone.) - What's his name?

Me (Smiles at her and tries hard to fake a blush) - Ajit...

Ma (Smiles even more wide) - Malayalee ????

Me - Oh yes! Pucca Malayalee amma!

Ma (Smiles so wide that it looks like she has a hanger in her mouth) - Good good! Is he handsome? What are his qualifications? Is he single? I hope he's single. What is he working as?

Me - Amma, his full name is Ajit George....


Now something about the last sentence I said made her change the topic as soon as she had started it. 'Nair boy?' seems to be her favorite question since last few months....


Sitution 2 - At the airport, Dhanya is seen chatting with an ex-colleague while her mom looks at both of them with keen interest.

After he left -


Ma - Nair boy????

Me - Married, amma!

Ma - *Sigh*


Situation 3 - Dhanya talking quite loudly and laughing even more loudly whilst chatting with a friend on phone.

After phone call -


Ma - Who was that?

Me - My friend E

Ma - Ohhhh! Nair boy ????

Me (eyes her angrily) - Muslim, amma!

Me - *Sigh*


Situation 4 - Dhanya returns from office and tells her mom that a colleague... proposed... err.. told Dhanya that he liked her.

Unlike other mothers (wow that rhymed), my super cool mom acts super cool about it...



Ma (Who I think hardly expected anyone to propose to me) - Wow!!!! Nair boy????

Me - Hmmm. Yes.

Ma - Annndddd? He has good salary no? He will be able to take care of you no?

Me - I don't like him that way. I said no.

Ma - *Sighhh*


So if you're a guy and you happen to talk to me, be warned - The ever famous 'Nair Boy' question might be coming your way soon! ;)

Any question of the sort your mom bothers you with?

Monday, November 09, 2009

I Believe...


A rose dreamed day and night about bees, but no bee ever landed on her petals.



The flower, however, continued to dream. During the long nights, she imagined a heaven full of bees, which flew down to bestow fond kisses on her. By doing this, she was able to last until the next day, when she opened again to the light of the sun.


One night, the moon, who knew of the rose's loneliness, asked : 'Aren't you tired of waiting?'


'Possibly, but I have to keep trying.'



'Why?'



'Because if I don't remain open, I will simply fade away.'


At times, when loneliness seems to crush all beauty, the only way to resist is to remain open.


-- A Story From 'Like A Flowing River -- Paulo Coelho'


Something which I feel makes a lot of sense even if it's just a story. If you ever feel lonely, I guess this should be the story that you must read over and over again!

Sunday, November 01, 2009

To My Sister, With Love...


Dear S,

You’re 30 years young as of today. How does it feel? Does your body ache? Do you need a walking stick now? *Wink wink* Ok, don’t lose your temper. I know 30 isn’t old at all. That’s why I said 30 years ‘young’, you see?

I just want to tell you, you’re the craziest and the funniest sister ever. Not to forget loving and caring (yes yes, you’re all that!). I love to see all the childhood videos again and again just to see the cute side of you.

Remember the swimming pool party we attended years ago? I was dead scared swimming in a pool that was so deep and you were there with me throughout just to make sure I was okay. You even did some funny moves in the water just to entertain me. I love rewinding and watching that part of the childhood video again and again. It’s so cute. It’s so you!

Remember whenever I used to fight with mom, you always used to rush to me, wipe away my tears and comfort me with a repeated ‘It’s okay. Just let it go!’? You used to have this screwed up face which hinted that if I cried any further you would end up crying too!

Remember how you used to make me and my cousins sit around you and feed us rice (made into small round balls) dipped in curry and we used to go ‘mmmmm’ each time we finished them?

Remember the number of times when the guys in your class used to come up to me and say ‘Your sis is so pretty and smart. I want to marry her!’? I am sorry I had to report those instances to mom, but that just made life more entertaining, don’t you think? ;)

Remember those times at school whenever you saw me out in the corridor, you used to yell out ‘dhannnuuuu’ and then turn to look at your friends, point to me and say ‘That’s my sister… isn’t she cute?’.

Remember those times when our school timings were different (mine used to finish earlier than yours till 3rd or 4th standard) but you always made sure you were there by my side when my classes finished and led me hand in hand to my school bus?

Remember those times whenever I started craving for carrot halwa, you would end up making me a whole BIG container of it that would never ever seem to finish even if I ate it two-three times a day?

Remember how I told you I didn’t want you to send across anything from Dubai through your husband when he came earlier this year, but you actually sent a HUGE box of stuff that I actually needed? Telepathy is it? :)

You’re an awesome sister, and I am sorry if I have not been as good a sister as you are. But you know how younger sisters can be right? Spoilt, pampered and arrogant! You’re responsible for this in a way too, you know! :D I can be rude, moody and can even act indifferent sometimes -- but you have accepted me for the way I am and still continue to pamper me. East or West, you're simply the best! (Yeah, I am saying this coz it's your birthday... after this it's back to square one -- back to meaningless fights, that is :P)

Happy happy birthday chechiiiiii! You’re the best ever! :*

With lots and lots of love, hugs and muahs
Dhans

Saturday, October 24, 2009

The Day We Went Fishing...



This was supposed to be posted few months back when my niece was here. She’s back in Dubai now and I had completely forgotten about this very whole incident. It was only when I was browsing through the pics in my laptop that everything came back with a bang. Pictures bring back so many memories, don't they?

We – Pri (my cousin), I and Naksh (my niece) – decided to go fishing (not for eating of course) in an old fashioned manner! We headed towards the pond at our place and stepped into the water. It wasn’t difficult to get those tiny fishes to come near us. They seemed to like the dead skin on our feet quite a bit ;) Parlours in the U.S have started a form of pedicure wherein a huge tank is kept filled with carps for this exact same purpose – to eat the dead cells off from your legs. Yup, it seems these tiny fishes can perform the best pedicures which is why I keep telling Pri we should be opening up our own very pedicure parlour in God’s own country at our place and capitalize on something which is so readily available to us.

Getting back to our fishing story – we took a couple of leaves first and decided to swoop them into the water and get hold of some fishes this way.




*First swoop*
*Looks into leaf expectantly*
*Finds nothing*
*Second swoop*
*Looks into leaf expectantly*
*Nothing*
*Third swoop*
*Looks into leaf expectantly*
*Still nothing*

We (Pri and I especially) always believe in taking three chances… and giving up after that! So give up we did and we decided to try our luck with gifts that God has bestowed upon us – our hands. Now some of you may go ewww and yuck here but trust me, it ain’t so bad.

Our hands worked well. They did us proud. We caught our first fish this way.

Pri (Looking happy and all relieved) – I caught one! Look!

*Comes towards me to show the lil teeny weeny fish*
*Fish jumps out from hands straight into the water*
*Both of us look at each other dejected*




Naksh was there silently watching us in her raincoat. She’s always expecting it to rain in Kerala that’s why you always find her in a raincoat when she’s here. After our numerous failed attempts at using different methods to catch a fish she just gave her first and last dialogue that prompted to us to stop trying any further and head back home –

“You both suck!”

P.S : A special thanks to all my followers and people who take time out to read this little space of mine. If you check that tiny box on the side, you will see that this blog has over 100 followers now. I didn't even see it until someone pointed it out to me. Thanks Pulkit! And thanks to all of you for making blogging such a wonderful experience for me! :)

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Mind Your Language


I met P few months back. She’s a 12 year old who loves to sing and who is a die-hard M.S Dhoni fan. I saw her after many years actually. She’s my cousin’s daughter who is studying in Bangalore. Chances of us meeting were limited coz I too was away from Kerala most of the time.

Apparently she thought I would be a snob who would only talk in English and show nakhras all the time at home considering I was born and brought up abroad.

“DC (Dhanya Chechi. Chechi means elder sister in Malayalam. Yeah, she calls me DC coz she finds it easier)… you’re not a snob at all! You’re actually quite funny! And you speak Malayalam quite well too. I didn’t expect all that from you to tell you the truth!”

I take pride in telling people that I know how to write and read Malayalam fluently. Especially those people who have formed their opinion about me beforehand, just like P. Maybe it’s coz of this very reason, I get turned off when people tell me they don’t know their mother tongue.

I have met dozens of Keralites who tell me shamelessly that they dunno Malayalam at all. Is this something to be proud of?

I prefer to talk to Malayalees only in Malayalam be it at get togethers, parties or through the phone. I hate it when people (youngsters especially) who are actually fluent in the language start talking in English to their elders who have little or no comprehension of the language whatsoever. Is talking in your mother tongue considered passe nowadays? Even if you’re not comfortable with the language shouldn’t you be making an effort at least with the elderly folk?

P hardly talks in Malayalam which was why she was surprised when I said I knew the language. She said she didn’t know much coz her parents spoke only English at home. Her parents both are fluent in Malayalam by the way. Should you avoid teaching your kids your mother tongue thinking that it would be of no use when you go to school or anywhere outside your household?

If this is the case, should we actually be scared that a time will come when the future Indian generation will only know English?

P.S : In no way I am trying to hurt the sentiments of those people who don’t know their mother tongue. This is just something I feel strongly about.

Friday, October 09, 2009

Mad's Mad Mess!



One of the best things that happened to me in the blogger world would mainly have to be meeting this cute, hot n sexy (last two words added to generate interest among the male readers coz just before writing this post she told me she's of 'marriageable' age. Dunno if this was a hint of sorts. Anyway, Mads... I did mention em all ;)) 20 year old girl named Madhuri Iyer. I call her Madsy, Bambee, and a lot of other censored stuff which will remain censored coz as most of you’ll know – my blog is family oriented! ;)

She’s hyper, funny and CRAZY! I call her my little secret box. There’s nothing she doesn’t know about me - my soul sister! A person who seems to be hell bent on teaching me all the Yahoo emoticons. I have been using them so much lately with her, that they are now slowly finding their way into my online conversation with other people too. Some of the favorite ones include –

\:D/ - “Dancing” Smiley
:-w – “Waiting” Smiley
:-h – “Waving” Smiley
>:D< - “Hugging” Smiley
:O – “Surprised” Smiley

And something which we both have created exclusively –

\B/ - “A Person With A Big Bum Is Dancing” Smiley (Feel Free to use this! Deposit 10 dollars to my PayPal account first please. Yes, Mads... I will share with you!)

Madhuri Iyer cracks some of the most rib tickling dialogues ever possible. I dedicate this post to her particularly…and her Mads-isms.

Mad's Mads-isms

Madhuri Iyer’s GTalk Status – “Madhuri Is A Lamp

me : :O
why a lamp?
please dont be a lamp

Madhuri : :P

me : how can i chat with a lamp

Madhuri : i got a table lamp for my table fitted now \:D/
hehe
ur so dim, u need to chat with a lamp!!


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me: i want a picture of urs to use for my blog post


Madhuri : scared
don’t use any pic
they will pornoph it :-w
porn plus morph :-w


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Madhuri : banking regulation act ka short form is BRA u knew that? :-w



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Madhuri
: im off now deedee dudeni :-w

me: ohkay dudeni :-w :D
from where u come up with such words

Madhuri : its all in the mads dick...tionary
:-w

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Madhuri: :-w
me: :-w
Madhuri: :-w :-w
me: :-w :-w
Madhuri: :-w :-w :-w
me: :-w :-w :-w
Madhuri: :-w :-w :-w :-w
me: :-w :-w :-w :-w
Madhuri: :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w
me: :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w
Madhuri: :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w
me: :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w
Madhuri: :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w
me: :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w
Madhuri: :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w
me: :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w
Madhuri: :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w
me: :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w
Madhuri: :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w
me: :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w :-w


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Madhuri : watt is similiarity between Indian cricket team and farmers?


me : give up :-w


Madhuri : answer is both heave a sigh of relief when it rains

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me : kitniii der tak tum baatein karogiii film-on kiii or falsafon kiiii


Madhuri : *holds fingers in ears*


Madhuri : wake me up when kitni der tak ends


me : :P
its over madsy...
how was it ?


Madhuri : *applauds*
*gives u lifetime achievement award*


me : thank u :D


Madhuri : *says u hv achieved a lot and ur life is over if u sing more*

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me: *hugzzzz u* :D
*bear hug* :D :D


Madhuri : :D *madhuri hug*
why is bear coming in between both of us? :-w

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*While playing Scrabble
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Madhuri : once we have to form "sex" on the tiles... okay deedee?



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me: what u playing? !!


Madhuri: with ur heart
:-w


me: haww

Madhuri: i wont let others play [-(
with ur heart
<3


me : *hears heart breaking*


Madhuri : arre u dont hv a heart


me : LOL


Madhuri : ur heart and my heart are playing kabaddi inside me :-w

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PS : Yes. We both are nuts.
Disclaimer - No Madsies were hurt during the making of this post.

Thursday, October 01, 2009

When Jealousy Creeps In...


Love is in the air. Anyone and almost everyone seems to be falling for someone or the other. Now before you get the wrong idea, let me clarify – No! I am not in love. Yes, I put up mushy lovey dovey status messages now and then and confusing blog posts which intrigue the readers even more. Guess it’s just the age I am in where everything I do gets automatically misinterpreted as to being in love.

So like I was telling (and before I go off topic again), love is definitely in the air. Everywhere I go I see young couples hanging around – at restaurants, at shopping malls, at theatres – with a glow on their faces and a spring in their steps. I admire them for a second or two, go awwww within self and then all of a sudden jealousy hits. I mean how dare they fall in love, when yours truly hasn’t found a partner for herself as of yet? I give them some unnoticed glares and leave it at that.

It was during one of these lovey dovey days that I decided to go shop. I landed at a counter inside the shop which was showcasing some very nice collection of earrings. The only hindrance for me - a young and good looking couple. Hmmm, actually only the girl was good looking, the guy was just ohhh-kay. So there they were (mostly him), blocking the already small counter and I wasn’t able to admire properly or check out a pearly set which I had set my eyes on.

The boy looked more obsessed, besotted, ‘in love’ with the girl than vice versa.

*Girl tries on a pair of earrings*

BF : Ohhhhhh! You look SO fab! LOVELY!

GF (admiring herself on the mirror) : Yeah, no? Even I think so too. Looks awesome on me!!!

*Girl tries on another pair*

BF (eyes all dazed) : Wooowwww! Just look at you! So pretty.

GF (still admiring herself on the mirror) : Yeah no?!! Wow!! Just wow!

This complimenting from both sides (boy to girl, and girl to herself) went on for a good 5 minutes. I was there behind them admiring the scene, observing, taking it all in. Then.. yes… I hate to admit it… jealousy crept in. I decided enough was enough. I tapped the guy on his shoulders and asked in an irritated tone–

So did you find anything good for yourself?”

The sales lady figured out what was going on and ushered the guy away much to his embarrassment. Though the funny part is that the girl hardly noticed he was gone and she went on admiring herself in the mirror.

Oh well. It’s fun to be jealous sometimes! ;)

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Check The Stats, Pleez!


I was bored out of my wits (yes, yet again) until I started reading this survey which was conducted by Femina. Very engrossing, to say the least. Here are some of the questions and their results.

Could You Be With A Man Who Earns Less Than You?

  • 36% - Only if I make enough.
  • 33% - Yes.
  • 30% - No.
  • 1% - Can't say.

Not much of a stunner here coz times are changing. But how about the man in the relationship? Will it hurt his ego to know more that his girl is earning more than him?


What Turns You On?

  • 61% - Good looks.
  • 52% - Nice smile.
  • 34% - Broad Shoulders.
  • 32% - Sexy Voice.
  • 22% - Machoness.
  • 20% - Cute Butt. (:D)
  • 19% - Athletic Build.

Pooja in K3G was just voicing what Indian women felt when she said she wanted 'Good looks, good looks and only good looks' in a man! ;) By the way, the stats also show that more women in Chennai lust after Vishwanathan Anand whereas in Kolkata, the ladies find Mr. Dhoni irresistible!


At What Age Did You Lose Your Virginity?

  • 47% - Between 19 and 24 years.
  • 40% - Between 25 and 38 years.
  • 5% - Before 18 years.
  • 8% - Can't say.

12% in Kolkata have had sex before turning 18! More as compared to major Indian cities. Shocking, ain't it?


Stats Across Cities


37% feel every relationship ends in a heartache.

49% think long distance relationships do not work. (Sad! Distance shouldn't be much of a problem if you truly love someone. There are so many ways to keep in touch. Where there's a will, there's a way right? But looks like almost half of the women population disagree.)

47% agree that a woman can be friends with her ex. (I am not among the 47% for sure.)

31% think it's possible for a woman to love two men at the same time. (NOT happening!)

57% are against the idea of pre-marital sex.

P.S : Left out some VERY interesting questions coz my lil blog is family oriented. ;)

Thursday, September 17, 2009

If You're Happy And You Know It.....

.... Then have an expression that goes like this -



Like minded people are hard to find. And what’s more tough is finding people who you feel really connected to. I’m glad those very people have landed from miles away to visit this September. Some more are still to come.

Yes, even 'You' has landed. It feels really nice to be able to see him again. My childhood buddy. The person who has tolerated me the most in life. The person who has pissed me off so much that I have kicked him off from my FB and Orkut list the MOST number of times. He still suffers me and is downright sweet regardless of my immature self.

My chuddy buddy rocks even if he’s an idiot.

May this friendship last forever…

P.S : Posts are going to be short this month. Not having much patience.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Monday...


... is going to mark the end of a long started countdown.


:-)

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Blogger's Digest

I have been an avid blogger since 2005. It was love at first write. When my blog started off, I was still at college. It had a girly pink template with no widgets at all. ‘My Own Little World’ was open to only a few close friends. Now, it’s almost the end of 2009, and this lil space of mine has come a long way.

Thought of dedicating this post to all those blogs that have inspired me to keep writing till now. I won’t be mentioning any of the blogs on which I regularly leave a comment behind coz I love reading all of your blogs equally and I don't intend on being partial.

The following are the ones that I read just for pleasure. The blogs where I leave behind a comment only when it’s an extra special day for them and in that one comment I compliment them on how wonderful their blog is and how I have been their loyal reader for a long time.

Coconut ChutneyView Blog



The blog name sounds yummy and it actually is. This humor blog is so enjoyable and is so well written that some of her posts have been lifted and copied into local mags (along with her photos) without her permission! She uses a bit of Tamil here and there, but that doesn’t seem to act as a hindrance for me.


Winkie’s WayView Blog


Can you keep a lil secret? I want to start a blog like this for my kids in the future including copying the whole idea of having a header like the one shown in the blog. The whole blog is oh-so-cute and so well organized. I love the feel of the blog and the warmth it exudes. It feels like I am entering Tharini’s place and enjoying the experience she shares with her kids. Truly adorable!


Random Thoughts Of A Demented MindView Blog


This Bong is hilarious! His movie reviews are absolutely unique and refreshing (and can sometimes be a lil vulgar too!).

Confoundedness… along the long widening roadView Blog


Can you imagine my surprise when I stumbled across my ex-classmate’s space when I was blog hopping one fine day? But chances of her remembering me was less coz she had left ISB earlier than rest of us to pursue studies back in India. It was during one of those “special” days that I decided to leave behind a comment and was pleasantly surprised to see her mail the very same day – “Dhanya? You studied with me right? Fair? Thin? Specs?”. Her’s too is mostly a humour blog but after her marriage she hardly gets much time to blog. Check out her earlier posts. Truly worth a laugh.

eM’s blogView Blog


This is the most famous of the lot mostly thanks to the blogger’s bold attitude. The only thing I find it a lil irritating is the way she keeps telling ‘I’m not Mallu, I am from Delhi’ in all her interviews. One parent is from Kerala, so that would make her a half-Mallu right? Anyway, other than that the person is living a very interesting lifestyle that is very now, very modern! She drinks hard, parties hard, and works hard. Her relationship posts get a lot of unnecessary comments but that’s what happens when one decides to blog about every single detail of their life, including the ones which are best kept as a secret. Entertainment guaranteed.

>>> So, this is my list. Which are your favorite ones? The blogs you read just for pleasure, not with the intension of leaving a comment behind? Let me know so that I know what to read during my spare time! TIA! :) <<<

Sunday, September 06, 2009

The Deliciously Sunsational Tag!

Archana from DS has exclusively created her own tag. Now this lil baby tag is cute, interesting, and unique just like most of Archana’s posts and for this very same reason I didn’t think twice before taking it up.

So here goes…

Your last FB/Twitter update:

FB - Experts say you should never hit your children in anger. When is a good time? When you're feeling festive? Sheesh!

TwitterPower cuts. And some more power cuts.

You will see me complaining a lot about mosquitoes, power cuts and what not. I am a certified complaint box. Add me at your own risk.

3 TV/Movie characters you relate with:

Naina from Kal Ho Naa Ho

I can’t think of any character that comes even remotely close to who I’m other than Naina. Apart from being a “chashmish”, we both were pretty grumpy to start with which slowly changed thanks to some special people entering our lives. People who taught us to enjoy life more, that we shouldn’t take things too seriously.

Like Naina, falling in love for me doesn’t happen overnight. In other words, I cannot fall in love easily. But when cupid strikes, it strikes bad which makes forgetting almost next to impossible.

Rachel from F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Ok, I am not telling I’m as sexy or good looking as her or anything. The point is, she’s a confused, spoilt, “always ready to skip household chores provided a Monica is around” kinda female. I can totally identify with that! Also she’s a go getter if she sets her heart on something. I can identify with that too!

Geet from Jab We Met/ Simran from DDLJ –

If taken as a whole, we’re as different as chalk and cheese. But some of the traits in these characters are SO me and SO close to my life.

I’m not like Geet at all who is a non-stop chatterbox. But like her, I am a person who gives a lot when in love. Selfless is the word.

What I like best about Simran is the relationship she shares with her mother. She considers her mom as her best friend, with whom she can share anything and everything! The scene where Simran recites poetry from her personal diary after a lot of hesitation and force from her mom is something straight out from my life. I don’t usually show my poems to anyone and very rarely will you find them in my blog. But each one of them is very special to me.

3 countries on your travel list:


Australia – I dunno why! Maybe coz it looks so green and seems filled with so much of natural beauty. I like!

England – All posh and sophisticated. I like the feel that the place exudes…

Switzerland – You might know why ;)

Hit the shuffle on your iPod – list out the 3 songs:


I don’t have no iPod! So I will just list down the last three songs I listened to :

Su CheWhat’s Your Rashee?
Iktara – Wake Up Sid!
Raat Ke Dhai Baje Kaminey

3 daily must-haves:

A small piece of chocolate. Dairy Milk preferably.

Facebook wasting time. Yes, I’m addicted!

Time to listen to music before I hit the bed…

3 things you’re confused about:


Men. Men will say women are confusing. The feeling’s mutual, I guess.

Why do we HAVE to sleep at night?

Stock Market Shares.

Browse your DVD rack or bookshelf – pull 3 out at random:


Mind Your Language DVD set.

Connections by Sheila O Flanagan.

Rage of Angels by Sidney Sheldon.

If you had to date a celebrity, who would it be? – Brett Lee :P


If you were a celebrity, what would you be?: A singer. Or maybe a TV talk show host interviewing celebrities coz I love asking questions!

I tag specially Ramya! Would like to see her take on this...


Friday, September 04, 2009

The Mid Twenties


My last post was written shortly after midnight. A time when I was down in spirits in spite of it being my birthday. It's not like I haven't experienced the same kind of emotion before. I have! This sudden rush of feelings unknown had come to me long before when I hit 20 (which was five years ago). Was SO damn confused back then.

'Oh my God! I don't FEEL 20!'

'Shit! I am in my 20's now!'

'How did time fly sooooo fast?'

'I'm outta my teens!!!! Goodness!'

'Didn't my sis get married when she was 20? WOW!'

The very next day I was okay. I got used to the fact that I was in my early 20's.

Now that I'm 25, the same kind of shock, surprise and confusion hit me back with the same intensity. Later on in the day, that negativity just died down and I made peace with myself being in the mid twenties. Actually, right now I feel super cool and super confident and just super duper generally. And I have no idea why? This age does funny things to you...

It's the age when you start thinking of more important things in life and stop playing around as much.

It's the age when you start feeling less rebellious and try to find reasoning behind things that happen to you.

It's the age when you start recognizing good from the bad. Experience comes in and you feel a sense of deja vu in almost every single situation you get yourself into.

It's the age where you have almost figured yourself out but not yet quite.

It's the age when you look at what people younger to you are going through and you say 'Oh! I know how this feels like!'

And on top of that, this 25 year old has got two very super duper cool friends to cheer me up whenever I'm down - Sum & San. One who told me I'm Miss Congeniality, that I get along with people of all ages and who told me that I should be feeling happy and proud knowing that almost everyone likes me. The other one who keeps me in her prayers before breaking fast coz apparently these prayers come true and she wants all of my dreams to come true.

Movies don't make me cry, but such heartwarming words and actions do. True friendship is hard to find and I'm glad I found it by I'm 25...

Monday, August 31, 2009

A Year Older

Yes, I have a turned a year older. Not any wiser. This time around, my birthday is going to be a rather dull one. Last year I was attending the bestest of parties at 12 A.M and now I'm at a place where nothing of the sort is going to happen. But then, that's life...

One thing's for sure. The coming year is going to be special. Really special... (I hope)....

Smile..
When times are bad
Smile..
When you are sad
Coz God has a plan for you
He has a special surprise just in store for you....


The above lines are something which I keep telling myself when I'm down. Yes, I'm a lil blue even if it's my birthday. Mostly coz I'm comparing this b'day to my previous ones.

Anyway, go on now. Close your eyes and utter a small prayer for me. :-)

Love...

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Funny Nothings

I enjoy reminiscing. I like to rewind, think and relive those moments that have made me giggle, laugh or smile. Who doesn’t? It’s a healthy exercise as long as you don’t think about stuff that can depress you or bring you down.

So here they are. Some funny nothings which still brings a smile to my face –


Something Fishy

This small lil four year old boy is watching his grandmother cleaning up fish.

Lil BoyWhat are you doing?

GrandMTaking all the appi (Muck, Shit, Crap) out from the fish.

Lil Boyohhh!

Lil boy scans the fish with narrowed eyes for a minute or two and then asks with all innocence–

But ammamma (grandmother)!!! Where is the the fish’s chandhi (buttocks)????”


Kutty Malu & Bopu

Pri’s (my recently married cousin) husband has the most adorable nephew. He calls Pri ‘Kutty Malu’ and Pri’s husband as ‘Bopu’; nicknames which have no meaning at all. Sounds more like characters out of a Mallu comic book which makes me remark to Pri that they should come out with a book called ‘Kutty Malu and Bopu’ in the lines of ‘Boban and Molly’ (Two famous Mallu comic book characters).

PriSo today I will be going to my ancestral place ok? I will be coming back again on Saturday!

This made the lil guy burst out in tears coz Pri happens to be his playmate. He immediately runs to his mom ….

Amma!!! Please buy for me one Kutty Malu, noooo ?!”

Amma (highly amused): But from where???

Nephew : From the same place Bopu got this Kutty Malu from!!!!!

Dangerous Waters

Miths in between eating chunks of uthappam was animatedly telling me and Pri about the recent happenings at his training center :

“….And so these foreign trainers ask J what his interests are.

J : I like swimming, sir.

Foreigner : Wow! Swimming! That’s just fabulous! Where do you swim? Swimming pools?

J : Hahaha! No sir! We have a small river nearby. Over there I like swimming very much!!!!

Foreigner : Oh my God! India is such a beautiful place. You get to swim in rivers and ponds and what not! Wow!!! Hmmm! So why don’t you swim in those big beaches that are so famous over here?

J : *Silence*

Foreigner : *Looks eagerly for J’s answer*

J (with all earnestness and looking at trainers all wide eyed) : Why? Coz … coz… I don’t want to die so fast, sirrrrr!!!!”

Dads Say The Darnest Things

Bro-in-law, my sis and his family goes to this far away temple which they have never visited before. Bro in law sees that many people are staring at him coz apparently (according to him anyway) they were all dressed like crap whereas there he was looking like a prince in his new kasavu mundu. He walks with ever more ishtyle with his father in tow.

Bro in law’s father as soon as he reaches the priestWe have come here for a very special reason.

Priest Yes, tell me.

FatherMy son, here, (pointing to my bro in law) drinks too much! What do we do ????

Now, before you get the wrong picture let me tell you that my bro in law is hardly a drunkard. FAR from it actually. Just like anyone else, he enjoys some pegs now and then. But his conservative parents found this hard to take and have brought him here for this very reason without his knowledge. My sis knew this though and was standing far off with a very wide grin on her face.

Bro in law looks left and right to see that the very people who were admiring his kasavu mund, his numerous gold rings and bracelets were now tch tch-ing at him. In the words of my sister –

“He turned back and fled!”

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Work Memories - Part 2

If you thought my experience at my first work place seemed too good to be true, then you would be glad to know that my second work place environment was as horrifying as it could get. Well, almost. Not that I didn’t have my share of fun considering I always take it upon myself to create some sort of controversy or entertainment value (even if it all happens unknowingly) wherever I go or in whatever I do especially since the past two-three years.

There were only four people working in my department -

Bhai Jaan
Extremely protective Mallu work brother. VERY narrow minded but helpful. Always wants A/C at 18 degrees C even if it’s freezing outside. Listens to only Mallu songs.

Tamil Raja
Senior. Villain. Listens to only Tamil songs. Always talks to me in Tamil even though he knows that I don’t understand a single word of it. I think he found it difficult to believe that Mallus cannot comprehend Tamil. Result – He kept blabbering in Tamil and I would nod and smile, nod and smile. The nodding and smiling would come to an abrupt halt when he asked me a question in Tamil. Dhanya would then look at Bhai Jaan with a ‘What’s Tamil Raja talking about?’ expression all over her face. Bhai Jaan would understand Dhanya’s plight and would then offer a translation.

Bahraini Blah
Always on phone. Eats a lot. Always on phone. Talks a lot. Always on phone. Complains a lot. Always on phone. Likes only Arabic music.

Last but definitely not the least – Me. Moi. Myself.
Prankster. Spends most of the day chatting, orkutting (I wasn't much into FB then) and did I mention chatting? Occasionally, you might find her bunking work to go to Starbucks nearby to taste their latest Frappucinos and Cappucinos. She has raided every single shop outside her office that too during work hours. Fights for the A/C remote control with Bhai Jaan almost every day. Likes only Hindi (and sometimes English) music.
You might have noticed my mentioning of our individual music tastes. Now picturize this – a room where four of us are seated, each of us playing music of our own choice. So what you get is a mash up of Tamil, Malayalam, Hindi/English and Arabic songs. Entering our department was like entering a discotheque with badly coordinated music and no one was willing to compromise on turning their music down. This had its pros as well. I started enjoying some Arabic numbers (Khaled’s Aisha) whereas Bahraini Blah started liking some Hindi songs (Pyar Bina – Adnan Sami).


Everything was going alright. Then the fights started. I fought for almost everything –

Why aren’t the gals given equal pay as the guys who are doing similar kind of work?

Why is the senior spending most of his time gossiping with colleagues when he complains of no time to do his work (which resulted in him dumping a significant amount of his work on me)? (This complaint of mine led to an installation of a CCTV right on top of his cabin. Hah!)

Why is it that the Bahraini who “accidently” touched my backside got away scot-free and just given a few meager warnings by an obviously gutless Indian manager?

There was so much of work politics and muck that in no time I was summoned about 5-6 times each by the Branch manager, HR manager and the General manager. Not something I am proud of, but you have to fight for your rights, right?

Inspite of all this, I still kind of liked the place. I wasn’t planning on resigning but fate had other plans and brought me to India instead. After resignation, I met the GM for one last time –

GM – “We will miss you.
Me – “Coz of all the trouble I created?”
GM – “Exactly for that.”

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Work Memories - Part 1

Almost all of us (the average person at least) tend to hate their work or job at some given point of time. If you are a total career person who is in love with whatever you’re doing, I’m in awe of you. I don’t think I can ever fall in love with my work. I am not a career oriented person at all so much so that if in case it intervenes with my personal life, I will just let it go. That’s what made me quit my first job.

My first job was a dream come true. I got a fab salary, an extremely kind person as a boss (who used to make sure I ordered proper Indian khana instead of junk food) and of course fun and helpful colleagues. I was the youngest in my department at that time coz of which I was pampered royally. I was excused whenever I came late, whenever I bunked office with Fathima (only to be caught red handed outside by my pops. Bahrain is such a small small place I tell you!) and whenever I was caught chatting or playing games instead of working. I guess I was forgiven inspite of all this coz I did my work perfectly and damn fast.

Then the most unforgivable thing happened - they actually decided to promote me! A normal person would have been ecstatic but Dhanya was like ‘Huh? Why?’. This promotion had its one perk – a bigger salary. But it also meant I had to sit for longer (and absurd) hours which would compromise my time with loved ones. I rejected it outright.

I demanded my same old position which paid me enough to buy me all the branded stuff I needed but these sensible people thought I would act like any other normal person who would have taken up the promotion quite willingly. This assumption had led them to recruit another guy from India way before I got notified. A frustrated, angry and disappointed Dhanya offered her resignation letter then and there. They could have at least asked me before jumping into conclusions?

I am still reminded of my immaturity by my boss, colleagues and even friends now and then. So am I regretting it? Not really. The one and only thing I might just regret a lil bit is leaving my boss all disappointed. I looked upto him as a father figure (and at times had even wished my father was more like him). We used to discuss movies at length and I can still remember how we went on and on about ‘Guru’ and its connection with the Ambani family. When he looked down at my resignation paper, for the first time I saw a very tired looking old man instead of the hyper, lovable person who was always in a good mood. He shook his head twice or thrice and then I got the shock of my life when I saw a tiny tear rolling down his cheeks….

Now those very tiny tears got me depressed for weeks. Plus, I got a gift delivered to my home – ‘Tuesdays with Morrie’ by him which didn’t make stuff easier. I sent across a box of chocolates and thanked him for being such a wonderful ‘old man’. I got an email from him the very same day saying he gobbled up all the chocos within minutes but requested not to send any more sweets coz he was getting too fat for his own good. ‘Tuesdays with Morrie’ still remains one of my favorites… made extra special coz of the sweet memories attached to it.

After that, I did keep in touch with my boss. I would always text or message first whenever a letter of mine got published in the national Bahraini newspaper – The Gulf Daily News. He would call now and then to enquire about stuff and told me that I sounded very mature the last time we talked. My response –

Mature? I will tell you if it holds true or not after I end up in a similar situation at my current work place.”

Somehow, that reply just made him laugh uncontrollably….

….and that made me smile unknowingly…

=)

God bless you Mr. Natrajan. You’re the best teacher at work anyone could have asked for.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

It's All About Loving Yourself...

Me : Whom do you love most in this world?


Mom : Myself, of course…


Me : Second most?


Mom : Again me *smiles*


Me : And third place goes to?


Mom : Me again! You need not repeat the question. I love myself a lot…


How important is it to love yourself in such a way that you don’t let others take that liberty of hurting you?


Why do people hurt themselves coz of others? I guess people get upset or sad depending on other’s actions and not coz of their own. Which leads me to another qn - why are we dependent on others for our happiness?


Whenever I talk to people nowadays, their reason for being sad or depressed is coz of another person. It’s nearly impossible to NOT let a person hurt you but the least we can do is respect our own feelings and not to take things too seriously and preferably not think too much about it – the ifs and the buts i.e.

Once upon a time, Dhanya used to be a big cry baby. She used to cry over literally everything. Just recently, my grandmother told me she can’t believe how I have grown up to be the strong person that I’m today, a kind of person who doesn’t really care a damn even if people bitch about her. You won’t believe the number of ridiculous questions I have to face everyday –

Why isn’t she getting married? Maybe she’s having an affair.” (Oh! How I wish I was!)

“Why does she stay up late? Maybe she’s chatting with a foreigner to keep up with their time zone.” (Some people fail to understand that insomniacs do exist.)

“Why do you have to evaluate every single detail of your would-be? Just find an average joe and get married to him!” (In short, I should just get married to prospects who end up looking more at my feet than conversing with me.)

I react to these questions by just smiling and nodding. The one thing I have understood over the years is not to expect people to understand you ALL the time. Their mindset is different, so is yours & mine. I’ve found out that by telling these people what they want to hear or what they feel is right, you appease them and yourself too. In this way, I don’t hurt them and myself in the process….

I love myself too much to let people hurt me again. Maybe I have had enuff, that's why. My blog posts might show me as a goofy, sometimes stupid, happy go lucky, bubbly kinda person but I'm just an average gal who has gone through her share of heart breaks and muck but never really found it necessary to show the sadness coz I believe - "When you smile, the whole world smiles with you. When you cry, you cry alone."

Depression can spread. Try talking about how gloomy you are for long and see how it affects the other person too. In the same way, happiness can spread too... but in a good way. In the end, people are all selfish. They want to feel good. Try taking a guess as to who anyone would prefer to be with - the gloomy or the happy person?


At the moment…

I love myself..
I love my life..
I love my family..

… The only thing that might seem missing from the picture is that perfect guy. I might sound really crazy here, but somehow I get the feeling that that void too will be filled up soon. Really soon...

Sunday, August 09, 2009

The Deal Made With A 7 Year Old...


Niece : Di mema (she has loads of respect for me)... I have something very important to tell you...

Me : Hmmm....

Niece : I don't want you to ever get married...

Me : Huh? Why?

Niece : You will spend all your time with your husband and you'll have no time for me *pouts*

Me : Of course I will have time for you! How can I NOT have any time for you??

Niece : Oh ok... then I have another demand....

Me : Yeah.. go on...

Niece : I have to like & approve the guy first before you do! Deal?

Me : Deal! :)



P.S : The last post about Mister You was in reference to a childhood friend (my "chaddy buddy" as we call each other, derived from the hindi slang "langotiya yaar" :P) The only person to have figured 'You' out, was (but obviously) my sister....


Wednesday, August 05, 2009

You...


You used to annoy me when we were kids and I thought you were a snob back then.

You became more caring, protective and loving as years passed by which was when I started liking you... in that special way.

You won over my entire family in a matter of days. Even my niece started preferring you to me!

You were remorseless when we played football or carroms even though you knew I sucked at both. But somehow that just made me like you more..

You went against your own mature self sometimes to entertain the kiddo side of me which included running around the whole house for no reason at all!

You used to go all dumbstruck and wide eyed whenever I got angry and that expression was so cute it made me smile no matter how pissed off I was at you.

You used to make silly excuses to come visit me at my place. I used to make even sillier excuses to visit your’s.

You used to hate it when ma pampered you by giving you a huge glass of horlicks each time you visited coz she felt you had become too weak from living all alone. But you drank it nonetheless coz you didn’t want to upset her.

You believed in PDA (public display off affection) and used to blow across kisses even in a room which was filled with relatives.

Your eyes wouldn’t stop scanning the whole room until you spotted me during those family get togethers.

You were right there at the airport to greet me with a wide smile when I made my first trip ever at my own expense (even skipping work against my manager’s wishes) just coz you were too caught up with work in another part of the world and I wanted to see you.

You knew that your intelligence on a wide variety of subjects and your ability to talk about anything under the sun impressed me no end and for this very same reason you used to enter into hi-funda debates to leave me all flabbergasted! I would scan newspapers word by word and even started keeping NDTV on 24x7… just to keep at pace with you.

Your hug used to make me feel that I was safe and shielded from all the bad things in this world… even though my head only reached till your chest while u did so and I had to tilt my head slightly to avoid suffocation.

Your presence and your smile was enough to make my day.


There are so many memories still alive..
Someday, I hope they will just die…
But right now I am not sad at all
I’m just left with a smile when I remember those times… before the fall.



Few days ago you told me that you miss me and even tried to lower my defence stating your health problems. All I felt was void. A very big one at that.

But yes, it does feel nice to be missed.

I miss you too… in a way. I mean, it’s hard not to miss or completely ignore a person who you have known for almost 20 years of your life, right?


Juno seems right at the moment -


Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you...

The pebbles forgive me,
The trees forgive me
So why can't, you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you...

I will find my nitch in your car
With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you...

Up up down down left right left right B A start
Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you...

You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you...

We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you...