To friends ...

I read this blog.. a while back and it was about an old friend. If it were a happy one then its one thing, but this one was about friends who get disconnected from our lives over the years.I always felt that probably I was the only one who had this 'ill-luck' of having friends drift away.

Back then it made sense. Ending it all and just walking away. Now i feel like i have lost out on a lot. Now, even though we are friends on facebook and the likes I cannot talk to them the way we would have long back. The pain is too much to swallow. That longing and those memories that gush by. Maybe i was wrong, maybe the times were wrong, but i miss those few friends who were the world to me.

Cos when we are friends with someone we share things, laugh out loud and finally have so many shared memories. Now, thinking about those common things hurts. I want to erase those common things... Those moments which give me a small poke inside somewhere every time i recollect them.

People whom you grow up with , those whom you start ventures with, those with whom you share secrets and stories, those who were soul sisters, those who were your grand parents' other grand children. Those people who never left your side. Those who knew what you felt even when you never spoke... Those people....

I wanna tell these drifted friends that i miss them and times were good with them around....that they were so close to me that when they drifted apart they ripped along a part of me... a part that refuses to heal, even after years of staying out of touch. A part that i shall for now and for always yearn for them... no matter what. hmmmm...

Aaah... It hurts that i still have to say 'these' and 'those' not be able to tell the names out.

To you...

Thanks for being a great friend .. I love you.

Strange Connections 2

I always take the last bus back home after gym. It just lets me sweat out more and continue doing that till i reach home... ha ha ha... nasty joke but its true. The bus stops is usually pretty empty at that time and there is the regular banana vendor there. I think he is there everyday because I hog on them after gym. That evening he wasn't there yet. Must have been one of those off days when he found a better location or just didn't find his stock. Hunger was getting to me and it was 15 minutes for the bus. So I sat there reading all the posters and doing a 'che kandraavi moonji' at many of the heroes there.

I think i was ogling at the Rajnikanth poster when i heard a voice somewhere behind my head.I was startled when i saw a heavily bearded man smiling at me through his rimless specs. 'I need a small help please' he said in a strong north-indian accent.Yup, thats how i divide them. Anyone from the upper half of india is a north-indian. Whether its hindi, parsi or bengali. So he stood there waiting for me to regain my balance and still continued smiling in a scary manner.'What is it?' I asked. He showed me a small paper which looked like Indiana Jones' map from the film. It was a complicated map of t.nagar drawn out on some tissue. He pointed out to a bookstore and said he wanted to get tehre. I told him that he'd ahve to take the same bus as me to get there. Feeling satisfied he sat down beside me and plonked his bag between us.

He was looking at the place around as though he was on a star treck film set tour. I found this boring. So many guys like this come to chennai and gape mouth wide opened that its just lost its charm. I went back to admiring Rajnikanth when he pulled out something from his bag and asked if i wanted to share it with him. It was a banana! It felt god sent but not wanting to be selfish i refused. He insisted, broke it into 2 and gave me the bigger portion.

As i gobbled the half banana i looked at hime and felt a sudden bond growing with him. I stuck out a sweaty palm and said ' Hi, I am Ganesh. Welcome to chennai' ...

Strange Connections

Its strange, the way people connect. I mean,think about it. That girl you met last year... you met her through Facebook didn't you? And that guy...with whom you ran the marathon this year? Met him at your bus stop right? That's how we meet people these days. I wonder how this was earlier. In olden times.. How did my dad meet Mr.Sabari? How did mom meet Shanta Maami? No clue!!

But the way i met Sheeba would beat all of these. It was about 6 in the evening that Saturday. Parag and I had picked up tickets to watch 'Alice in Wonderland'. Yup, very Gay! But then we were jobless and there wasn't anything else to watch. Anyway... So we decided to park of at kaapi and grab a bite before the movie. Parag's friend Aditi had also joined us. We were there chatting up and eating when suddenly my phone rang. It wasn't someone worth mentioning but Aditi's eyes shone with excitement!

'What?' I asked her. She said 'Your ring tone... Acha hai! I want!' . 'Oh that! Its a drum piece i composed and performed way back in college'. 'Its superb. I want it. Send it now!' Aditi almost screamed! I laughed and switched on my blue tooth. 'Tera Naam kya hai?' I asked her. 'Doll.I know its pansy but i like it' she jumped before i could even react. 'Doll? Right' i said. Saying that she switched on her blue tooth and went to the restroom. My phone was searching for 'doll' when the bill had come. Parag and I were doing a double check when i hit 'share' on my phone. 5 min later the piece sent we were ready to go when i got a request. It was from Dolly. I was wondering what Aditi was sending back so i hit 'ok' and a minute later i see this pic of a pretty girl which surely wasn't an actress or Aditi. While i stood there gaping at the picture I realized that it wasn't Doll but Dolly to whom i had sent the piece. I looked at the coffee shop and saw her sitting in a corner searching..

I walked up to her and said 'hey dolly?' and she suddenly gave a big smile...

to be continued....

Nostalgia

Of people and places,

Of times and things.

Nostalgia…

Every time that familiar song sings

Nostalgia…

Of roads you cross on windy nights

Of sunsets, day breaks and the signal lights

Nostalgia…

Everywhere you catch that scent

Nostalgia….

Of balconies and terraces and coffee shops

Of times when your heart just stops

Nostalgia….

Of happier times,

Of unlived lives,

Of unloved moments

And of unsaid truths.

In things and words

In tea cups and old books

In messages and pictures

In car keys and unfamiliar roads

In everything you do,

There is nostalgia around you…

This nostalgia kills you with pain and pleasure, with joy and tears.

This nostalgia…. Makes you wish you could touch those things again… be in those places and laugh with those people… But then…You and I are now in two separate worlds… between that past and this present what connects is this nostalgia.

Let it then take me… Nostalgia.

That cheap smell of Phenyl in the air.
The red hot muddy ground.
The half empty water bottle.
Those loosened clothes.
Th pulsating hearts.
Those beads of sweat.
The dried mouths.
Those final few seconds...

And then the screech of the whistle. The goal. That mad cheer. The head rush..

Nothing like a great game of basketball like those days in school.


P.S: Was riding past my school and heard that whistle that once signaled the end of PT class for IX 'A'

The Chant - 1

The entire building was vibrating to a hum...There was silence otherwise across the entire street and every step taken was towards Daija's single bedroom flat right on top of the oldest building in Naroda... Everything around Daija's house had changed but just not that one building. It was probably Naroda's oldest surviving treasure chest and the keeper of it was Daija.

The room where Daija lay was abuzz with chanting. Everyone who walked in sat next to Daija and chanted for a while, had a cup of chaai made by Kishan and left. No one uttered a word other than the chant. Daija had been telling everyone she met for the past two years that when it was her time to go she did not want to hear crying, remorse, sad stories or 'haai haais'.. but just the chant.

32 years back when Daija and her son Amin came to Naroda it was another life for them. They had left all their belongings and shifted here so that Amin could study and start working here. He did. he studied language and began teaching at the nearby school. It worked very well for both Daija and Amin. She used to carry lunch for him everyday and soon her food was the talk of the teacher's room. As days went by Daija's house was flooded with people stopping over for chaai, daal and the likes.3 decades later Kishan was making the exact same tasting chaai for everyone as Daija lay on her cot looking at the only photo on the wall.. the one of Daija's wedding... and there hung on the wall a young and beaming Daija with her Babu, as she called him...

@ Eddie's - 6

It was an hour to eight. I was sitting there in my couch watching some inane show on the television. I was almost ready when the lady next door knocked at my door with a letter. She said it was lying there outside his doorstep last evening and since he wasn't there she saved it. She said the red envelope and the loopy handwriting had made her want to open it but she wanted to save me the surprise. Saying this she shut the door behind her, leaving me with the letter. I had about an hour to reach Casey's place and so i tore the letter open and began reading it.

Dear Josh, 

  

        I could probably just tell you this but I cant. There are things in life that we cant explain. There are people who aren't a part of the picture but make the picture complete. To start from the beginning, I don't actually belong to this town. When i came here i made a friends with whom i could cover my scars. Scars of a life left behind. Scars of being a coward. Scars being selfish. There is something none of my friends here know... I ran away from my life 3 years ago, leaving behind a 5 month old son and my husband. He has no idea of where i went or why i went away. Till this day, neither do i. I wanted to live,enjoy and relish life. But that's a past i wished to bury. Until i met you. You made me feel empty and happy. Empty because your warmth made me miss my son. Happy because there was finally someone to love me enough. There was magic in the way we talked, walked and just knew each other.  I thought, i could possibly push my past and move on. A couple of days before i met your mom, Eric , my husband showed up in front of me. He was angry. Very mad at me, but he knew there was no way to get me back. I just prayed to God for my son. There wasn't much i could do going back there. I knew i couldn't take care of him or be the mother, the way yours is to you. Meeting your mother, broke me down. I couldn't hold it back anymore and so I told her the truth.

She told me that her son had fallen madly in Love with me, but when i told her i had a life i couldn't return to she didn't seem too happy. She pleaded that i at least tell you the truth and let you decide. She told me how you had left home, looking for friends and people to care for you. She told me about those days when after school, you came back home crying and begged to God to show you some friends. She told me that after 8 long years she had seen her son smile, laugh and actually live life. Casey, Sam, Ric. These were the names she always heard her son say.So, I took a few days away from you to decide on whether i should tell you or not. But those days made me yearn for you more than i ever knew. I wanted to run back to you and just with you at Eddie's and sip hot coffee and just talk. 

This i could have just told you, but then i couldn't sum up the courage to face you, face your innocent liking for me. For whatever it is worth, I love you! 

Love, 

Your Casey! 

P.S: I am waiting for you... You will come, wont you?

Reading this, I cried. I just crumbled and broke down. I don't know if it was for the time i had wasted waiting to ask her or that this was a love i couldn't have. I had much longed for a friend and there she was, that friend that i had always dreamt of. There was a life waiting for me in exactly 30 minutes. A life that would change it all for me.There she was waiting for me, My Casey. Or was she that strong? Maybe she needed someone. Just like me, she needed someone too. An anchor for a life that had no direction. Yes, She needed me like i needed her! 

I was there at her doorstep. right at 8'o clock. I straightened out my shirt, brushed my hair and rang the bell. Once... Twice...Thrice. There wasn't response. So, i trying pushing the door. It was open. 'Ha.. already in love are we?' I thought. Silently , I tip-toed into the house. It was strangely filled with nothing but wallpapers. There was a bottle of wine on the table beside the Sofa. So she had laid out the evening for us. An evening that was a first for two yearning souls. I walked to her. I was there, just a breathe away from her , just a second away from telling her that i didn't care about her past and that now we can just be together forever!

Right there on the couch was My Casandra, drenched in a pool of blood, lying lifeless on the sofa.... It took me a few seconds to understand reality... There she was , and all i could muster as i knelt down beside her was 'I love you too Casandra.. I love you too'

@ Eddie's - 5

It’s a strange life isn't it? We follow something thinking Ha no one is watching but then we end up being followed instead. The way things strung themselves to one another, I thought this was all preset. Like someone had staged all of this. I couldn’t believe my eyes that I was sitting at the same table @ Eddie's with HER!! Ha... 'Strange ways to get a date' should be a book that I should some day write. Casandra was her name. I had begun to call her Casey, with a little bit of hesitation though. Cos she wasn’t the kinds one would want to mess with.

"So the ticket, the guy at the cafe, the girl at the counter... They were all a part of this?"
“Ha ha ha... No No... Actually just the ticket. I sort of wanted to see you again and that was the easiest way I could do it without striking a conversation"
“Some planning that was. So, what about the man and that girl at the cafe?"
“Well I went there twice and ordered nothing. The girl got suspicious and was mumbling about how random people just come and sit and stare at the theater all evening long and just leave. That’s when I thought that it probably was you. I mean, its not it’s the L'ouvre, that people would come sit and ogle at it for hours."
"And so u tipped her?" I laughed.
“She is a teenager, just tell her a love story and she will be all gaga. That’s all that I did. I told her about how we met and then she said she thought you were the guy. So I just put it all together"
As Casey said this, I beamed at her and suddenly felt that the whole of Eddie's was looking at me. Right then, as though on cue Eddie played out this soulful song, which was highly unlikely him. He too had noticed apparently.

Since the day I met Casey life was like a huge bouncing ball. There wasn’t one dull moment. We dined, danced, went on long walks. But never once did I make a move, she didn’t hint it either. Whatever this was, mom was noticing. My calls to her got politer and nicer. One day she asked me
"There is a girl, isn’t there?"
" Ha ha.... Yes mom, there is but she is just a friend. I haven’t even ..."
"Uh Uh... Stop there my boy... I know how this I didn’t touch, I didn’t smile business goes. Get her home will you?"
"Fine Mom. Love you"

So I convinced Casey and a bunch of her friends to come home over the weekend. It was fun actually, mom and Casey got along really well and the others loved the food mom made. But there was something that was clear on mom's face. Something that she didn’t know whether she was happy about or not. She didn’t tell me though!

The day we got back from Mom's place, Casey got busy. She said she couldn’t meet me for a few days coos of some trip she had to go on. I didn’t ask her why. It had been 15 days since I first met her and it seemed like I knew her forever. After 3 days, Casey called me over to her place. It was the first time any of her friends had been called over. Her house was one with a long ancient looking Cadillac, well trimmed grass and a lot of flowers all around.
It was 8 in the evening... and there I was standing at Casandra's door step... after a minute of tidying my hair and clothes, I rang the bell.....

@ Eddie's - 4

After what I had done, I thought of ways to try and meet her again. There were some simple ideas. Like go to the theater and try and get her number or pray hard to god (the only other time i had done that was when the Bulls were playing) But i found a better way out.. I went and stood outside the theater everyday! Each day I would walk up to the theater, sit at the coffee shop across the road and wait. I used to sit from 6 in the evening to about 9 into the night (cos that's the time most of 'the' crowd would come into the theater). Yes , I know that probably praying to god was a better option. Well anyway, I waited across the theater for 4 days. 4 long days. At the end of the 4th day something happened. I met a guy, who randomly walked up to me and asked me if i was a writer. I laughed at the thought. Why did sitting at a coffee shop without a purpose always mean that you were a writer? "Me and writing!! Ha! No no..." I said to him... and then he drew up a chair and ordered a cup of tea. that was strange. Anyway... he sat there , silent watching me while I sat with my eyes fixed at the theater.

"looking for her aren't you?"
Me - "who?"
"that girl... In the blue green flowy dress?" 
Me -" which girl (darn, how did he know?)"
" aaaah.... When has a guy ever sat at the same table for days together staring at theater into which he'd never go?"

So there I was trying to stalk a girl and there was a guy stalking me! Hah! Now that is life!

" So.. Tell me about yourself" he said... "about me? I am just another guy in this place!"


"and madly in love after a girl from up there" he said pointing out at the far end of the street. I laughed and asked about him... for which he smiled, walked up to the counter, paid for him and me and just left.... What the!! So a guy can actually walk up to me and say some stuff and then just leave? What had i done to myself!

I anyway walked to the counter to check how much i had to pay and the girl at the counter flashed a smile and said "She came for u last afternoon!"

So now everyone knew my story?

@ Eddie's - 3

Two days after Ms. Uptown girl had sat right there next to me, there I was sitting on the opposite side of the very same table as though even sitting there would tarnish the beauty about her.... her.... Whoever she was.... Why did she have to leave that ticket there? Just one... If i were someone who fancied red hearts and valentine's I would have thought that she had left it there purposely.... but , add some sense to that thought and i would laugh at myself.... Probably it just got left out....

OK, so what was i going to do? I thought to myself sipping on some delicious new chocolate drink that Eddie had made.... He always does that to me.... If he ever got something new in the kitchen then he'd try it on me... Luck or something he used to mumble... Most often i couldn't help but ask for another serving..... Oh, coming back to the question about the ticket.... I had actually thought it over a million times in my head... why else would i be dressed in my best pair of denims, a white shirt ( now,where did i find one without a stain on it?) and had also managed to rudely press my hair down to look slightly human. I finished my mug of chocolate, paid my bill and looked at Eddie.... he looked at me and gave this cheeky little smile... Ha! No Eddie! Not a date... just.....being nice ... I smiled to myself as i started walking towards the hall.

It would have taken me 5 plain minutes on a normal day but today i took all the time in the world and maintained a slow stroll. Suddenly, I was enjoying every brick of this town where i had been living for the past 6 years... Strange! The play was at 7 pm, the ticket said... and my watch said 6:23 pm... there were just a few people around and the gates weren't open yet so i couldn't have possibly missed her. I tried counting windows, staring at the cobbles on the street, counting coins in my pocket but time seemed to be moving at a rate i never ever knew...... And then, i saw that guy... the one who sat across at my table.... My heart didn't skip but i was kind of on my toes... So she HAD to be there somewhere.... Actually I could have given him the ticket and left, but nope... I waited... after about 5 minutes she came.... a simple knee length aqua dress... and a string of some brilliantly sparkling stones around her neck.... oh she was rich! I was so lost looking at her that i didn't notice her walking towards me, not with a wave or a smile but with a look of 'uggh .. I have seen you'. I immediately doubled my steps towards her and gave her the ticket ( I didn't even open my mouth for a Hi) . She took it, smiled and said ' Oh thanks! But my friend decided not to come, we got this extra ticket... care to join us? as a thank you' ......

Wow!! I must have been the luckiest chap on the entire street..... THE most beautiful woman (after mom) had just asked me to watch a play with her ( of there were other people too!) I am sure I was half gaping - half smiling at her cos she smiled again and said ' hello!! you here?'

Most men in my shoes would have said yes without a split second thought, but i took a whole of ten minutes and i said .... ' Uhhh... No... I need to meet someone at dinner....' (S**t)

I had just finished uttering the last word and she said 'fine, thank you again' and walked into the hall without a glance backward.

WHAT had I done??? How stupid!!! Aaaah!! Fool!! I cursed myself hard and walked away from the hall before i changed my mind and darted into that hall...

10 minutes later when i opened the door of @ Eddie's , I felt like the biggest clown on the face of the earth...Eddie looked at me and shouted into the kitchen ' One bowl of hot soup and bread for the boy'....

What had I done!!! Idiot!

@ Eddie's - 2

3 weeks before I spoke to mom about going home... There I was sitting at my usual seat @ Eddie's... This time having a cup of Decaf coffee and a cinnamon roll... It was a weekday but it was raining so I decided to skip work... Not much to do there these days... It was raining in a way that would make you feel the most beautiful experiences in the world ... Like a warm kiss, a book and hot chocolate or maybe soccer in the rain with my buds... ha ha, that sure was a nice experience for me.

So, there I was sitting and having my coffee when the rain seemed to grow a little bit harder. It was nice from the inside but I am sure the people on the road wouldn't think so. There were some running into the nearest stores, huddling under big umbrellas and a few ran into @ Eddie's. They seemed like a misfit there. Not the kind of crowd who would come into a place like this ... But rain brought them there.... and they were staring at the place finding a place to sit. There were some that were taken by just a guy or two and then there was one empty table... I was counting in my head... 1..2...3......8 people.... surely a table wont fit them all.... I would have just finished counting when a couple of them landed up at my table...

'Hey, mind if we grab a seat?'
Me -' Sure..sure'

I hesitantly moved my plate of cinnamon rolls and cup of coffee further towards the glass window... I would at that moment wanted to become the salt and pepper shaker there , after what I saw... A guy and a girl took the seat across me... They seemed to hate each other's company but then there wasn't another free place... The guy was smart, charming in pleated trousers and a nice crisp (now wet in the rain) shirt...The girl was dressed in a simple dress... a polka dot blue... boy,was she pretty or what! The way she keep passing cold looks at the guy made me smile from within..... They didn't notice me there of course.... They ordered a coffee and a latte..... small talk they were doing... about how the rain had spoilt his hair and her shoes.... and then i heard something ....

' wish we had a table to ourselves.... I mean sitting with random people'
' shhush now.. its not like he's deaf'


Wow, a pretty lady talking about me.... that felt nice.... By the time I could float in that wonderful feeling they had started bickering... and she moved to my side of the table... I could have sworn to god that for an instant I thought I had fallen onto the road through the glass window! I could sense her next to me, silently sipping her latte sitting in this 'dont you dare come near me' kind of a body language.... I sure didn't .... phew!

By the time I had sipped the last of my decaf the rain had stopped and the guy and the girl (darn, what was her name!!) had gone over to Eddie's counter and were paying. 

'Aaah come back, sit here, it feels so calm when you are here' 

and just then Eddie had switched on Billy Joel's 'We didn't start the fire'  ha ha! Oh Eddie.... Billy Joel right, but that could have been 'Uptown Girl', couldn't it?

I saw them breeze out of @Eddie's and then I turned back to my table... 'Time to go' I thought... As I got up something was there under the bright red Menu of @ Eddie's ...

'@ Eddie's .. We got all that you want'

It was a ticket.... for a play, two days after .... just one.... was it there by mistake? OH!! did she want me to go???

What do I do now.....

@ Eddie's

As I sat there gobbling up my bowl of soup, tears were waging a war to run down my cheeks any moment... and right there somewhere in the background was playing in Elvis' smooth voice 'Are u lonesome tonight?'.. Ha! Eddie couldnt have a chosen anything better for tonight.... Just then my cell started buzzing... long time no see! 'Mom' calling.. There have been years when I have just picked the call and gone 'yeah mom, no mom , ok mom, me too, byyyye'. But today was different. Even thru a gazzilion micro-telephonic-thingies I could feel my mother's warmth, just like those times when I would come back from school crying about something and she'd hold me and ruffle up my hair and hand me over a cookie...

'Hi mom!!'
Mom - ' Are you having soup at Eddie's again?'
'yeah mom, i got late after work... so I decided to.. '
Mom - 'uh huh dont give me that I decided to skip dinner story again'

Mom still thinks I am 5 and I would probably choke on my soup or miss my nutrition for the day. For her I hadnt grown a day older. But I have..

Mom - ' So what was you text all about?'
'Nothing mom, I plan to come home...'
Mom - 'Great!! for the weekend? Uncle Carl is coming over too!'
'mom.. mom!! Its not for the weekend'
Mom - 'Well its friday already.... what is it then?for a week?'
'No Mom... like forever...'
Mom - 'EVER? Now whats wrong Junior?'

How could I answer that? How could sum it all up in just one statement? How do I gather to courage to tell my mom what I had just lost..

'I will tell you when i see you at home mom... I Love you..'
Mom - 'Love you too son... you sleep tight.'

As I hung up on mom I glanced through the bright red menu sitting on my table

'@ Eddie's .. We got all that you want'

Really? I smiled to myself... and right then Eddie walked over... 'The last order for the day son' he said... and I said...

'A whole bunch of friends to last forever'.

Raavanan and What People said

Okay, so there was a tonne load of hype around Mani Ratnam's so called Magnum Opus Raavanan/Raavan. Much before its release, the hoo haa was about its star cast. Who wouldn't talk when you see India's Most celebrated, doted Miss Universe and her hubby toy and Kollywood's experimental heartthrob all in one frame? Of Course there was more. ARR's Music to Mani's thoughts... Couldnt ask for more,could we?

Anyway getting into the movie... Considering there was so much hype around the fact that the movie wasnt good and that Tamil was better than Hindi. Firstly we shouldnt compare. No point comparing Abhishek a.k.a. 'dad and wifey will beat u up' bachchan and our very own 'sethu - pithamagan- anniyan' Vikram. There just isnt any comparison cos A cant match V in his acting experience or anything at all.

I will speak about the movie in ten points.

1. Right from Title to credits this movie holds you
2. There is nothing Kandasamy like in this movie (though i dont know what that bak bak or dan dan was doing there)
3. Vikram as Veeraiyah , is oozing with character. It isnt just plain acting. The look in his eyes when he dances, the way he enjoys Raagini's presence around him, how he challenges Dev and how he is Veera with a charm is totally cool! Probably that is an understatement too!
4. The scene where Raagini jumps off the cliff and Vikram follows suit to save her .. when Usure Pogudhey starts in the background, Santosh Sivan takes over... Those stunning shots, the brilliant locales... there isnt a word i can say to explain my love for it!
5. Prabhu and Kartick do 100 % justice to their roles. Prabhu lives up to being Shivaji's son. He never seems odd in any role, not as singam annen!!
6. Dev seemed lost, taught and konjam stiff. Something was amiss. even when he finally reaches to Raagini the romance is missing . Damn it, learn it from Veera!!! He didnt even lay a finger on Raagini but I could SO see the love in ' enga kooda irundhudunga...seriya?'
7. The story is well laid. It works around the right path and ends well. Mani Ratnam's screenplay. The less said the better!!
8. Brilliant Music & RR!! I think Rahman waits for such movies and then dives into them and creates something thats nothing short of Magic.
9. The movie isnt slow! Its actually so quick that you dont notice the interval coming or the end.
10. This isnt a dark, inaudible movie ( as many say , mani Ratnam's movies usually are) This film was well lit doing a lot of justice to all the locales, sets and reactions.

A special Point to add is that towards the end there aren't many characters. Post Interval , one by one the characters in the outer ring of the story are slowly removed. In the end you dont see Gnyanam, Singa annen, Hemant... no one. Just the three characters. Raagini., Dev and Veera. Keeps it tight!

Mothama paatha, a lovely movie to watch. Seriously. Now Raavan awaits.

You know what... Each day we all deal with a fair share of nonsense. Like right from the time we wake up(self nonsense), by the time we reach (duh, nonsense galore) and till we hit bed again (rest of the world nonsense) there is oodles and oodles of nonsense all around you and it miraculously works its way into your skin and voila you wanna rip your hair apart, tear papers into shreds, whack people and all of those things. Solution toh there are lots but I present to thee a simple and quantifiable solution! I call it the bottle of nonsense. Its like a dustbin , just that you wont keep clearing it everyday. Instead, you will wait till the day where you wont find things to fill it with.

Basically take a box, bottle or something and keep it with you ( like at your desk or bed side or some place like that). Everytime you encounter some nonsense that irritates you write it in a strip of paper and chuck into the box. Do it for almost every possible that irritates you .. The sticky toilet paper to the extra oil on your nose this evening. Keep doing this for a while. You will (if you are smart enough) soon see that you wouldnt have anything to put into that box. Yep, its a super ideal situation that I am saying you may reach but then you can aim for the stars and atleast get to the roof top ;) anyway... Do this and then one fine day just pull out some of those strips and see... you will laugh at the same thing that drove you up the wall!

I am gonna try... and I already know what tops my list ;) do you?

I am sitting at my desk and the wall behind my monitor is full of things. Tiny , huge, old and things of that sort. When I look at them I feel like a mini jigsaw puzzle. All put together makes a nice picture. Whats on it?

• A magnet with some nice words on it
• A Keychain D made for me
• A Cross that M gifted me
• A reminder
• A Calvin & Hobbes strip
• Another reminder
• A calendar I made for me :)
• A Picture of God
• A mobile - hang - on tigger which me and a few friends won
• A photo of M,S and me when we went to banglore
• Oh and there is a pink hippo and a reindeer sitting on my monitor...

What sense did this make? None! Zilch! Nada!

The day when I shall truly write...

Until then I will just 'casdfnfheeinwe' around i guess. I keep logging into my blog and many others at least 20 times a day and then I decide to write a post. I log in, type and then do a shit that's bad and delete! I still havent been able to write.. I was reading my older blogs and those seem to make sense... There is one in my head right now... I plan to call it The Suicide Note.. Lets see how that turns out.

More for Laters!
Anjana

There was once a time...

When there was a word that could pause the world for minutes together. It would send people reeling in shock and gave the user a power like no other. It was the least uttered word and kids were never taught that in school. It broke friendships, relationships and a lot of hearts.

When I was in school, I never had the guts to use it. When we fought, we used to almost threaten to unleash the word. I grew up, thinking it was the biggest of all words and even grown ups rarely brought it into conversations.

When we grew up and made friends we swore not to bring The Word between us. We believed that was the best thing in our friendship, never having to see the face of The Word.. and then one day, we let it come in between. It came rushing and gushing and did its work in full effect. Ripping, tearing and gashing all masks and things built in the friendship, The Word opened our flesh to the sky and let our wounds bask and writhe in the sun, for the world to see... or not.


Oh, having learn't so many words how could we humans let a 3 lettered Ego come in between us. Just how?

Sudden thinkings - 1

I used to love this thing..... bullet points one after the other.... Bad practices can be abandoned but why the good ones! So, Here goes...

• Lots of things in life are over-rated!
• LOTS
• I am single no more 
• school and probably college were the best places to be in
• Apparently i can cook without burning up things or making people throw up
• There is so much i want to say but i cant, wont rather
• I keep thinking about a girl from school so often that she might just be feeling stalked
• There is this thing called friendship and its a very very thin red line to tread upon
• I have about 20 subjects to clear in order to have an MBA in hand
• and that's going to take time!
• Wish there was an easier way to make more money
• D is the bestest human being in the world
• and i pity him cos he has me :)
• Another long break is something i want
• and now i shall go think of a way of writing down what i EXACTLY feel! 

Taa!

The Change from S to M!!

If you were thinking sizes, then yes that too! I was talking about shifting from Single to Married! It didn't hit me. not once in the 28 odd days of being married but the other day I was at Lifestyle's 'BREAKABLES' section and was trying hard not to send things crashing down when two boys (mind u they were about 12 years old) were playing 'push-push' on a nearby bean bag! Me in all concern of not knocking things off the rack told them "hello, you are in the breakable's section,be careful!" and one of those nasty brats quips "ok aunty" AUNTY?? I mean hello? UGH! Watte pain!

Made me realize that I need to get used to the likes of 'chitti', 'athai' and what not..... Now you what all love makes you do!! :)

FB, Blogger and what not....

Not too long back I had written a post in complete anger, about a girl I knew. It wasn't nasty but it wasn't right either. She read it and so did many others and she confronted me. One thing led to another and soon I took that post off my blog. That incident and a couple more taught me that putting up something online, be it a blog, a status update or a tweet , about someone wasn't the wisest thing to do. 3 days later if you saw you would be ashamed of yourself or be laughing your head off on your stupidity. I, apparently haven't learnt. Be it FB or blogger or whatever , the emotions(some of them) are plainly momentary. They don't last beyond a few comments and a bunch 'likes' and 'dislike' clicks.

It turns into a rally... Someone says something and then you say something (hopefully smarter) and then there are a bunch of *people* who tch tch and pat you on the back or ask more about it and fuel the fire. Then , there is another round of words fired and then you do your thing and it just goes on. Or worse. There are funny coded things being said and it just gets totally boring.

If you want to say something , say it out aloud or just go talk to yourself in the mirror. I agree its the age of social networking and all that but hello fight fair or bitch fair :P

Anyway... God bless FB for the daily dose of entertainment that it provides to many... :)

A gemini couldnt be proven any better :)

I took an analysis of my blog... all of three of them... and THIS is why I am such a Gemini!

Blog 1: www.ajwannablog.blogspot.com

Result : ESFP - The Performers

 The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don´t like to plan ahead - they are always in risk of exhausting themselves.

They enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation - qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions.

Blog 2: www.workaholicwoes.blogspot.com

Result : ISFP - The Artists

  The gentle and compassionate type. They are especially attuned their inner values and what other people need. They are not friends of many words and tend to take the worries of the world on their shoulders. They tend to follow the path of least resistance and have to look out not to be taken advantage of.

They often prefer working quietly, behind the scene as a part of a team. They tend to value their friends and family above what they do for a living.

Blog 3: www.spello-tape.blogspot.com

Result: ESTP - The Doers

The active and playful type. They are especially attuned to people and things around them and often full of energy, talking, joking and engaging in physical out-door activities.

The Doers are happiest with action-filled work which craves their full attention and focus. They might be very impulsive and more keen on starting something new than following it through. They might have a problem with sitting still or remaining inactive for any period of time.

Now you see :)

Why I call it the 2nd attempt

Its like a recharge card i guess... I had a blog , one that went a long way.. Then I didnt want it so I wrote another one but that didnt seem to be The One! So it got abandoned too, but I HAD to write... I couldnt not write... So I decided to make a new blog... so after 1 comes 2 and Tadaaaa... the name.. So here's to a renewed start and lots of blogging!

Ye , I am eskited!!