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.'


'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