wired & tuned

anger management ...

2007-07-24T21:02:00.000+05:30

they say you shouldn't bottle up anger
as the time bomb in your head might sound "danger"
so yeah , I'm at war , its called the blame-game
and its driving me quite insane .....

they ask "is something wrong"
the reason for emotions so strong ... ?
the reason for this discontent
tell us what it meant ; they say its quite evident !
but ultimately its me in the blame-game
and its driving me quite insane .....

they ask if its "that guy"
does this revolve around his lies ??
FYI- I'm happy for it , more than sad !!
being out of it makes me only too glad !!
but there are other reasons for this blame-game
and its driving me quite insane ....

they say "you're only a child"
every speculation , every argument makes your temper rise
this anger, this disrespect is not good !
but i feel I'm being grossly misunderstood .
so I'm torn between wrong and right....
confused if i should cow down or put up a fight
is it me or is it the whole world ??
the world against me , a mere girl ??

so i cant help but be caught in this blame-game
and it drives me quite insane ....

sadness . . .

2007-07-02T20:10:00.000+05:30

sitting by herself in the worst of seats, her eyes shift through the faces for someone familiar . she turns around and flashes her friends a huge grin, who're too busily engaged in a funny conversation . she turns back, wondering what she's missing out on . "i could do with a couple of laughs .. " ,she thought , scowling .

you shouldn't make the mistake i made , ending up friendless ., mom had said to her ..

long bouts of loneliness always made her sad . life had taken a rather nasty turn when on 6th July , 1997 she was shoved quite unceremoniously into boarding school, under unavoidable circumstances . it was different to grow up like that , your formative years now in your own hands,having to go through boys , bunk-beds , evil wardens and swear words.she knew not many would've had a taste of all this in one go. for this , and this alone , she considered herself lucky - lucky for the experience.

having reached breaking point , it was time to ship out of the place.

the time after that was nothing worth mentioning . it went OK , at least , it was normal , as she called it . but who could deny that things hadn't changed . her parents still thought she was the same kid they had left at the boarding school years back, the innocent little kid with the Bambi eyes and two plaits .

the sudden brake made her snap out of her reverie. "why do i have to go visit those thoughts now ..." , she thought. truth of the matter was , loneliness was a terrible thing . how would it be to go through life and never have a best friend . when the mind is littered with thoughts . the head is heavy and the heart is sad and lonely, and you have no one to turn to, the truth dawns on you. spending your life as a loner (which i consider is 2nd most depressing after having to see old men with crinkly eyes pulling those horrible carts in the sun .. i cant see such things . it gets me terribly depressed ) devoid of anyone to call your own , though you might be the most popular person in your circle.

no one confesses , but there are too many loners out there , all craving for someone to talk to, to hang out with,to perhaps fight with . a friend .. who'd probably do a thing for you , sacrifice here while being a bit cheeky there .

i wish the world would open their eyes , come out of their shells, shed that snake skin, rip off the facade and present themselves with warm ( and so what if toothy ?? :) ) smiles on their faces . reach out to those who you think need you, need someone. life sucks for many , yet life nevertheless goes on with them peeling their eyes for the first few signs of the morning rays , which will soon be enough to blind them with its sheer brilliance ..

she awaits her ray of hope ... like many many

Untitled

2007-01-12T21:04:00.000+05:30

Why do the powers-that-be have to be so unfair ... Consider this- isn't being poverty-stricken bad enough? That coupled with illiteracy and insecurities of all kinds ... Why , I ask, why do some people have to strruggle, go through depressed lives, have nothing to look forward to tomorrow and nothing to feel satisfied and happy about from the day that has passed? and for those few whose optimism and "a new day wil bring new cheer" ideology keeps them going - what if the future has nothing in store for them? wat if they go through ten more yrs of their lives , being under-achievers , "losers"? is .... it .... fair ???

is there a limit to being optimistic ? can too much optimism just make you a dreamer , building castles in the air? dreaming of some place that doesnt exist??

is it just someone's .... bad luck? ?

wat makes one a "loser"?

is everything just judged on a comparitive basis ? are there no "losers"... no "winners" ? maybe just people... trying ... and a few succeding ?

so should you stop running , chasing that dream and say- i've come this far and this is all I am able to do .. and I cant get any further ... so i'm giving up.. should you do that? and perhaps turn into a coward ?
or ...
should you be arrogant , not stop running , tripping over , yes , but getting up and nudging and tripping everyone else because you think or rather you KNOW you are the best?

arrogance or cowardice? ... ego or humility? . . .compassion or indifference? ... concern or detachment ?

winners ... or losers ??

quirky...

2006-09-30T15:53:00.001+05:30

i'm an ordinary person ... dont do anything remrkable in my life currently .. pretty run-of-the-mill types .. i got a brain thats fond of thinking about every damn thing i can ( and cant *sob sob*) lay my eyes or hands on .. my friends say i got something to say about everything ... i dont wanna change ... so what , one may think , is the point of these rantings ??!!
for starters , they aren't entirely rantings ... on a comparitive basis i'm content with things ... anyone having internet access and reading this is better off than a famished family in africa (so this is ur moment to send a tiny prayer of thanks up above ) ... but things suck and i cant help but cribbing sometimes ...
sometimes i go paranoid (PMS??) i ask my self over and over - gosh , am i useless or am i useless ?!! 'cause i do nothing substantial ... yeah k , i can sing,i can make a fool of myself, do a difficult dance step while sitting in a crowded bus ... ummm.. i can embarrass the shit out of my friends by shouting out loudly to some arbid guy- "who are youuuu?!!!" .. now where's it taking me? i sometimes have the urge to read everything i can lay my hands on , my sudden thirst for knowldge overwhelms me .. sometimes, i'm just so out there- after having spent some time with a spl someone, listening to my fav music, or having people say - hey suks, that was one awesome gd.. thumbs up :) ... sometimes , i'm down in the dumps- arguments, disagreements with peolpe u never wanna fight with, looking at someone , lying so peacefully on the ground- only difference between u seeing that person yesterday and today is that today , that person has all the life sucked out of him.. he's dead ... and u can keep looking knowing nothing can bring him back ... its like this mountain of bad times jus breaks open on u ... a lil' something u've been wanting is yours and u go yay :) only to realise ur excitement is short lived as it decides to play hide and seek with you, and u cant get yourself to accept 'its gone , u've lost it and noone's going to return a 4 GB pod to you'... wat ensues is a near-hell experience .. during these times i lie in bed thinking- great!!! can my cieling please cave in , 'cause that would be the icing on the cake!! pah!!

so .now ( dont worry i'm not biting anyone's head off :-/ ) things 've somehow settled ... i'm happy now .. nohting's really bothering me (ummmm... well ... i cant telll you the stuff that is, that goes into my personal diary ;) .... ) but i just wish , i wish for one day , i was on my own ...doing things my own way ... going crazy ... climb on a bilboard or a bus and make a scene .... go for a drive at two in the morning ....... put the volume on full and try hearing my own voice singing above the din ... woooooooooooooohoooooooooo ... then i'd say - yeaaaahh , bayybey :D

BULL'S EYE!!

2006-05-21T20:38:00.000+05:30

I have this queer habit.. I tend to search in my mind’s music library for a song fitting the present scenario.. So this was no different.. Here I was ,clutching this sleek little pistol in my hand , looking at this slumped figure in front of me, like suddenly someone’s going to knock some life into it , or like as though a poisoned dart had put it in some kind of slumber .. but it wasn’t a poisoned dart , it was a bullet , or bullets , I couldn’t remember , that I had fired .. and then Steven Tyler sang .. “ jenny’s got a gun … jenny’s got a gun .. run away run awaaaay from the pain “ soulfully , in my head ..
I shook my head as though I was driving away a persistent fly … what had just happened??? I looked around , and everything flashed past my eyes .. an armchair, toppled over ….. Yes , I had thrown it in a fit of rage ; an open drawer and evidence of some thorough rummaging .. I had opened it , searched for …. And then I felt the cold, shiny , metal in my hands … the body sleeping peacefully .. yes , fast asleep .
The dead body..
I shot her down ..
Two shots, so effortlessly carried out yet so deafening , piercing through the ugly silence that filled the room , permanently fixing that expression that had marred her face , only a few minutes back, like a photograph ..
Fear had gripped us both …
Then they came , those ugly, rough hands that grabbed me , that pulled me away from her , I scanned the sea of faces , cold and expressionless , looking for mercy , for sympathy … but all they returned were icy stares .. lights flashed .. Were these people the police ? yes , it was a police car.. “ I shot the sheriff …” another song from my music library … it was night , there was rain … where were daddy , and sis?? And mum??
“ purple haze , up in my brain , lately things don’t seem the same “
i shot her down .. that’s why she wasn’t around .. oh, those fights .. how did it turn out to be so bad this time …??
I saw them , daddy and sis , arms crossed over their chests .. they looked away … help me , I screamed , but their gaze was blank. the patrol car’s lights, dancing off their faces …
“ D .. I .. S .. C .. O “
they shoved me into a car , those men with ugly, rough hands … they shook their heads … “aye , this wretched child , shot her own mother down “
what had I done????
I just curled up in the car’s backseat, pairs and pairs of beady eyes peering into the window like I was the last of some endangered species … I closed my eyes to the scene I was witness to .. but they didn’t let me sleep , wake up , wake up !! they screamed .. watch the news … huh??? News??? ….
I eased my eyes open , it was all bright around me ..
BREAKING NEWS – minister shot dead by own brother …
“ would u just look at that ??” , mum exclaimed , shaking her head … “ and you , young lady !! what’s the meaning of u just curling up and going off to sleep ?” I looked around , it was just like how it had been five minutes back in my head .. the slumped mass.. clothes in a heap , of course !! the toppled chair .. I was shooting hoops !! the open messy drawer .. I was cleaning it up .. the radio crackling the last bit of the old hit “ D .. I .. S .. C .. O “ …
it all fitted in …!!!
And all it took was two shots on my dartboard … bull’s eye !!

i hate it!!!

2006-04-24T15:14:00.000+05:30

There’s this really charming song in the sound of music… where Julie Andrews sings “ …. these are a few of my favorite things .. “ . so I just thought I’d get even ( and evil ) here .. type out a few of the things I HATE , don’t like, get irritated with .. call it ugly , call it boring , its MY list .. and yeah, its awesome the kind of updations this list can get , and at intervals of hours or even yrs .. here goes ..

What makes me go eweee .. (concise version)

#1. mosquitos .. honestly I wonder why they’re put on our planet earth .. they’re horrid lil parasites , n they make me SICK (literally !!) .. and pearl jam’s song red mosquito couldn have been worded better – ‘ .. I was bitten , must’ve been the devil ..’
#2. ppl with nail polish peeling-off .. yup, that’s def putting-off..
#3. successful ppl .. call me jealous but it’s a fact.. most of us kind stand ppl who’ve got it all
a) a lil’ subdivision here .. I jus find it too unfair when ppl who don’t deserve stuff get it .. blame it on the-powers-tat-be ..
#4. fussy girls.. yeah, so u put on a ¼” around ur ankles !!! big deal girl, get a life …
a) again, ppl who’re picky wit food.. n mind u there’s a huge difference bet portion-control and totally denying urself FOOD !! how… and most importantly .. why????
#5. ppl who make it obvious they’re sizing u up.. do u mind??? Be more subtle … LEARN the art!!!
#6. bad hair days.. for me that just equates to bad day!!
#7. the fake accent .. visiting the states for a month does not entitle u to roll ur r’s .. these freak-shows most seen on biz-tv ..
#8. song sequences.. yeah fine!! They do build up the suspense in movies, but could we please get on wit the climax, coz its getting totally ruined ppl!!
#9. despos … for those who believe the world’s made up of two kinds of ppl – with bf’s/gf’s and without .. spare me !!
a) a category worth noting… noisy flirts .. they roam around wit a cap that’s got ‘hey , I’m flirting’ and sadly , u wont realize it even then ..
#10. girls who call each other ‘da’ .. only got one thing to say- please , no ‘da’-ing me now!! Eweee!!
#11. when even an XL size looks like it wouldn fit a toddler !! don’t manufacturers think outta the box, like , everyone may not be miss.skinny??!!
#12. over-dressing … its jus college, not the opening nite of India fashion week!
#13. when the power goes off in the middle of the nite … I could screaaammmmmmm!!!
#14. guys in tite pants .. not giving details here …
#15. cars that turn on their hi-beam … whoa!!!! Stop charging towards me lathat , wil u???
#16. grumpy profs … aaargh .. I’m not ur punching bag!!
#17. grumpy older sibling … again, aaaargh! I’m not ur punching bag!!
#18. style at the cost of discomfort (or the other way around) .. . honestly its not my kinda thing ..
#19.weekend tv .. it sucks … n it doesn make sense either .. the two days u’re home , n they show crap… nothing … zilch ..
#20. ppl who use the ‘f’ word all the time … its not coool .. I repeat , its not coool!!!
So , a concise list (that btw, didn’t take that much of an effort ) .. and yeah, contributions will be accepted whole-heartedly :)
Ciao …

mind games

2006-04-05T21:31:00.000+05:30

The other day , I was doing the usual run-of-the-mill stuff… which included me writing down the following word- result . as usual I had music on, n was not too into wat I was copying down (feel like a loony when I’m doing eyes-wide-shut copying) I saw myself writing down REST instead of RESULT … which got me thinking …
Boy, could my subconscious mind be more obvious???!!!! I wrote down wat I so badly wanted .. some respite from this stupid everyday, some relief from my college-home-college life .. maybe I shud read s’thin everyday , or get more music into my head .. or its jus one of those days .. where I’m never really satisfied, even if I’ve been given the opportunity of a lifetime (or a a time lesser than that )
Things cleared up soon, I stopped letting my subconscious self come into my writing .. one of those days eh?? Guess so .. J

ELL - O - ELL

2006-03-29T20:07:00.000+05:30

everybody needs a lil’ time away.. things can get frustrating.. I’ve noticed this in a lot of ppl, especially those who’re usually up-beat .. and suddenly they just wont talk, no jokes or p.j s .. a word of advice- ask once , then just leave them alone .. ppl like this need to figure out wat it is that’s getting to them .. it might be nothing, or at least that’s wat they think at first..
Its actually nice to note the various kinds of ppl .. some just wont wear an ugly face, other’s don’t need an excuse to, and then the few stuck in between .. they’re on this side of the wall sometimes, and suddenly, on that side..
Well, so much for ppl stuck on either side of walls .. I thank my stars for good humor .. n for my ability to crack up at the slightest of instances .. I love it , n I’m confessing it .. and I read somewhere that LOL actually burns calories .. which reminds me to stress on the beauty of LOL(my frend n I had a lil discussion if LOL meant ‘lots of love’ or ‘ laugh out loud’) .. with LOL u can type out s’thin which might sound mean or rude or even lovey-dovey n totally not mean it by putting an LOL at the end … a convenient way to get away wit things , don’t u think???
Ps: guessing which side of the wall I might be on???

one for the weather...

2005-12-02T21:47:00.000+05:30

it starts like this....
if i had waited another day it would've been exactly 2 months since i'd posted something. ever heard of absence makes the haert grow fonder?? tried to do somethin lathat you see.. me thinks it worked!!! went off into some kinda hibernation, if i could call it that.... so i' ba-ack!!
so its raining... yeah.. and its getting sickening too.. i mean this is the heights... e'thin's shut down and its like for once the universe isnt conspiring against u... but i miss the sun.. i'm sure everyone does...
so wat we all crave i guess is...well... warmth.. be it the sun..or a hot cuppa...or even a hug.. from anyone.... agreed,the cold has its own added attractions...but warmth....its different... an thanks to the cold we dont take it for granted.. its lovely to think that someone out there could be feeling warm just thinking abt u... it mite be happenin even to u... wwe just need to close our eyes and let it flow.. from the head rite down to ur toes...
the cold... u just wanna stay at home and cuddle....

so much for the weather...

so wat can heights of joblessness do to u? i mean when its neither the heat (when u just wanna pant around like ur dog) or the cold (when wiggling your toes never felt better) wat do u do?? i guess i should leave that q unanswered...

so.... wat would u do? given a day when the wheather was fine... and the world's at your feet... n u feel like watver u touch mite just turn to gold... all for one moment.... ???

did someone buzz ,by any chace???

2005-10-03T18:27:00.000+05:30

In the previous post I said something about THE thing… you could call it a once-in-a-lifetime experience coz well, I got ragged.. and teased… and all this in front o a huge crowd of both seniors and first yrs…
It all started with Calibrations, the college’s talent search for us lesser mortals.. Something like cultural events complete with quiz, dumb c, JAM, etc… so like a very good gal I signed up for 4 events… I was eliminated from 2 and thus had to decide between JAM and quiz as the events somehow overlapped.. JAM was something I wanted to take part in simply bcoz I never had!! And ppl encouraged me more saying ‘its damn tough’!
So I somehow gathered 5 ppl(we require 6 speakers) and begged the JAM moderator to have us 5 gals for the last and final round of prelims.. now here I would like to introduce the JAM mod to all.. popularly known as ‘baggy’( wont be using real names here) he’s a third yr guy who generally does this kinda thing like conducting JAMs and stuff… now these mods are known to be notorious coz the game demands it…

Stage 1
So we had the prelims… it ended up being an all gals one… and the topic? ‘Women cant mind their own business coz they don’t have a mind and they have no business’… now don’t ask me wat I spoke abt it or wat is supposed to be spoken… but I kicked ass! I figured only 2 of us actually knew the rules… but I don’t know wat happened to me.. I kept attacking baggy for the topic calling him a chauvinist and basically making him regret for chosing it… and reminding him he had 5 speaker’s, all gals, to deal with…
So once it got over ( and baggy being warned every time I entered the hall)I got compliments for ‘speaking nonsense and good crap’ and thus I entered the much-feared JAM finals…

Stage 2
Round one: standard JAMmin: thus the jam finals began with ‘radioactive cats have 18 half lives’… but it would be injustice if I don’t tell you about the eccentric and whoa person, who somehow got to the finals of almost every event and won loads of cash and who was a sure winner here too.. too jumpy and mr-know-it-all… but hey! Don’t we all love em??
So my dear friend shall be reffered to as speaker#2… for lack of a better nick…
So the first round went by with all of us buzzing each other for all sorts of objections(late start being the most common and baggy’s most hated!) and every time my objection was sustained the snrs went oooo… hah! Being teased with baggy! Sigh!!!!
Round 2:r world: ok if r world is wat ur thinking it is, then sorry guys! You wish!!
The r world round, very simply put by baggy, is where u don’t ask wat r means… once u buzz someone you have to come forward and do wat them snrs ask u too.. in effect: ragging! And that too, in front of a crowd of teachers,1st yrs and snrs…No prizes for guessing the r…. ! speaker#2, the most loved one, had to go forward 6-odd times.. and was made to do stuff like carry a plastic box on his head like a woman getting water from a river.. he really shook his ass! And some even forgot their objections by the time they had finished ‘getting jiggy with it’…
So it was my turn to buzz someone and be the donkey… so I went forward… cat calls and oooo’s filled the room coz now the crowd figure out that something had happened sometime and I was to be teased with him! So at first they asked me to explain to him wat the topic was in the prelims(word seemed to have gotten arnd real fats abt the prelims)…
Very stupid but he was embarrassed… and wen I buzzed and had to enter the ‘r world’ again I was asked to sing happy b’day to baggy!! So I sang… and got loads of ooo’s and claps for the ‘happy b’day dear baggy’ part…. I didn’t get extra points for it even!!

Round 3:rhyme round: not very simple! Given a topic(for this it was : ooin ooin was a piggy who crossed the railway track… chug chug came the train.. and all that was left was peanut butter… !! yikes!!) each sentence had to rhyme with the next.. speaker#2 started off with there was a pig and a duck.. but got buzzed.. now wouldn’t the crowd want to know wat rhymed with that sentence???

Round 4:ping round: topic: 2 kids were caught by the police, one for drinking battery acid and the other for eating fireworks… one was charged while the other let off!!(got it??)
So here, each word should be followed with a ping.. and u can be buzzed for not saying a ping after each word.. wat a pain! But it was ping ping all the way!!
Here evrytime a speaker objects you’ll have to say ooooo baggy before the objection… when it was my turn, the crowd waited for my very emotionless ooo baggy… look at my luck!!!
So that was THE thing I wanted to talk abt.. I’ll have to wait till Tuesday for anymore ooo’s and cat calls from snrs… and my future encounters with baggy?? God knows!!!!
On that note I finish off… but of course.. not to forget… OOOOO BAGGY!

guess who's back....

2005-10-03T18:22:00.000+05:30

The last blog was posted long time ago when the earth was still young… but then I’m back after a stint wit… well.. that, y’all, is THE thing I wanna write about…
I did make a mention about corporate dossier and et madras plus… the thrice to twice a week supplement so generously provided by eco times,the newspaper most lovingly called ‘the drab yellow thing’ (no offense to y’all workaholics). It’s just that the papers’ are perfect for those on the run coz they’re full of info but sadly they expose their kinda humor(or shall I say the lack of it). Lemme enlighten you on it..
There’s this artcle called ‘arre o sambaar!’… he writes about stuff like harry potter mania (much to my anger the book was rechristenend hairy farter!!) and about how tamilians end up NASA and the like coz we love to curse each with ‘NASAma po!!!’ Humorous??!…. Kinda, but very wry!! And there’s this other article called ‘a lil’ bit of’ and there’s a pic of a winking cow. This one’s also quite ‘humorous’ (if I can call it that) with the author conversing with his alter ego called Hobbes…. That’s the Mercedes-drivin-blueberry-carrying- Raymond-clad-drab-yellow-thing-clutching corporate’s humor for u!!!

of pimples, among other things...

2005-09-18T22:29:00.000+05:30

it is pretty hard.. here i am trying to conjure up something that makes sense and voila! i have something being typed here on the screen by.....well.....ME!! sorry if i sound all delirious... its wat late nights can do to me...
i seriously wonder if i'll ever know where to draw the line.. the thin line between a blog and a journal.. it is scary coz i dont want the two to become one... i know it wont happen but its a fear thats been building up.. not that my diary is every inquisitive and gossip-hungry person's abode... its just a part of me thats so me it cant be anyone else's... get wat i mean? aaaah.. chuck it...
so life's as redundant as it cam get.. i mean college is fun... boring but good.. / there are these volcanoes sproutng out on my face and i think i can blame it on the canteen... it isnt that great but atleast i get a cold drink.. my batch is wat you might call a set of vagabonds.. coz we are a "moving" class like how they put it.. so evrytime a teacher leaves we have to pack our bags and shift.. its a pain.. i lost my way once during lunch but thankgod i wasnt pinned down by any seniors... some gals in my batch who did happen to encounter some i'm-so-cool blokes were picked on.. nothing much.. the usual corny stuff like i like ur smile and crap(yeah they kept smiling...well wat do u know???) guys get a life.. and some new lines.. like puhleeze you can do better than that?? but yeah the gals like so wat the heck rite? rite!!! sheesh!!
soem of my proffs dont realise how sad they are.. there's this guy who keeps saying thre exits instead of exists.. and another who says it black for it block... i mean people dont you hear yourselves when you're onversing?? i dont mind it coz its jolts like these that wake me up.. and remind me of those pimples on my face which i know can be avoided if i dont pick on them... guess we all just loose our killing-time techniques beyond a point..
speaking of which, i dunno if the et madras plus and corporate dossier is familiar here.. for some heated comments and criticism (and a few praises for the wry humour.. very occasional though!) check out the next post coz that'll need some thought gathering... which is quite an effort coz thinking isnt my cup o tea... maybe i try... at least tea doesnt get you pimples.. chi!

the younger one.. part 2

2005-09-05T15:26:00.000+05:30

couldnt really complete that day's post due to ceratain unwanted elements... and anyways things like this are better off said this way than all in a go...
actuallly i was just listening to this nice song by alanis morissette... she's a bit cracked up but boy is her music strong!!! i mean the lyrics are damn good... this particular one called hand in my pocket is so i'm-like-this-and-dont-give-a-damn type of songs... well arent all of hers??? in particular the following lines (which are the first and last lines from the song...)

I'm broke but i'm happy
i'm poor but i'm kind
i'm short but i'm healthy yeaaaaaaahhhh

I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chickenshit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby

all in all its a nice song...

so speaking of weird people i'm not that sane either.. i mean i like going to the market.. now dont get me wrong... this isnt ur ultra mod airconditioned place with diamante aunties and their lil ramu's carrying their bags and picking up green tomatoes and inedible bananas and where grapes seem just a bit larger than the avreage ones... this is the
messy,crowded, please-buy-ulakayangu-from-me kinda place... i dunno why.. its damn fun gooing to the market... once when my mum was outta town for a while and i paid a visit to "the market"(the latter one ,hich will be refered to "the market " hereafter...) i was complaining to my fruit-waali about the weather and how a bit of rain could do the veggies good.... she took me by surprise and said this:(in tamil of course) do u know nostradamus??? (me-huh???wats this new tamil word??.. and then 'bling'... the bulb glew above ... well... yeah...??kinda... i remember he was the bloke who sort of predicted the whole twin tower thingy)fruit-waali: well in his book he says there's gonna be super rain here!!! (gasp!!! the rain part of it i didnt care but my fruit-waali and nostradamus???i think i should visit the market more often!!!)

its really weird how we underestimate ppl and how lil incidents like this can bring us to the eal world.... which also makes me wonder how the guy peeing on the road has a color mobile and i somehow dont(bad comparison.. and i aint that despo anyways!!!) guess things are looking up!!

and it also makes me damn angry how my sister (angel from heaven above) gets away with evrything... i think i'm obsessive abt this whole youger one thingy coz things seemt o eventually boil down to it...

and of course i hate male chauvanits... the lot who sneer at u when u are at the steering wheel, hit ur bumper and show you 'the hand'(i guess u all know 'he hand'...in true madrasi splendour... complete with nonsensical mutterings...) but u know he came in thru the wrong side... and the house-owner(due to lack of any respect i shall call him 'this person') who looks at u up and down then wont answer very sensible questions you may ask about the house which 'this person' had advertised for in the paper and occasionaly asks :onga husban varaleya???.. dammit... he should've specified 'smart ladies not allowed' in his styupid add( we arent taking the house btw... who the hell would want to be a tenant to such an ass of a 'this person'????)

so they're everywhere.. these ppl whom we underestimate and worse thos ewho underestimate us... and they can spring up surprises(nasty at times) when u least expect!!!

the younger one...

2005-09-03T19:41:00.000+05:30

have a long break till i get back to college again... thats something to be pleased about. but of course, i have to go out shopping and also koyakatai-making/eating day's around the corner so its about time i learnt how to make those pointy sweets properly at least this time... aaah arent they sinful?!!!
so wats this got to do with "the younger one"?well no prizes for guessing but i'm one... so that just gives me addditional things to blabber about... its a pain.. when i was young evryone would go wow! u r the younger sibling... hmm.. so u must be getting a lot of attention rite? back then it was so true and felt really nice... now.. hah! i BEG to differ...
besides been tossed around like a football(give it a thought.... u as a football.. insulting aint it?) and told to do this coz " i'm elder i know"(aaaargh) and DONT DO THIS coz "i'm elder and i know"(eye- roll) i get my daily dose of how not nice i am...
and of course parents assume they know it all...

first day...

2005-09-02T22:30:00.000+05:30

well well well!!!

college finally began and was nothing like wat i expected... as in they started teaching on the very first day!!! it was damn boring... and we had orientation today... 19 profs came and intoduced themselves(gasp) but we managed to kill time... the campus is great. Its really compact with trees and pathways leading evrywhere. B ut it sure is gonna take time to get around here. Its kinda confusing meandering from one block to the other. We first yrs have a block of our own. I dont think there's any major ragging as such. Or maybe its just yet to come?!!! bus takes arnd 1 and a half hrs so i guess i'll have to carry some music and reading material ,or, better zzzzz. whats better than a visit to neverland? and everyone seems to be brandishing a cell phone. no one gives a damn. the ban is all crap i guess! and we arent grouped dept wise.. we're all mixed up in difrent batches... i guess its to get to know evryone...
so thats abt it from the college front...
life otherwise is well, tiring. from the world: i dont get it! did they have to name a hurricane after a woman? katrina?? well that speaks a lot about wat gen "w" is upto these days!!
there isnt anything else happening i guess but i would like to finish on this note:

homer simpson: operator!!! gimme the number for 911!!!!!
lol!! can he be , ahem, smarter???!!!

ooo i forgot to mention... i had to tuck the headphones into my ears coz i couldnt hear a thing over the din of the bus!!! howzatt???!!!

thanks menon!

2005-08-31T21:37:00.000+05:30

hey all.. see all is well a relativ term... just me and maybe my comp... but here i am.. sharanya menon's given me this idea to start this thing up again... coz i lurv writing and i cant think of another better way to express maself and the life i lead which at times can get sick!!!
so i'm gonna post stuff often now and somehow get evryone to see it... have to start somewhere rite??
so till next time tc... i'll be back with news aS to how my first day at college went!!
ta ta!

wired & tuned

2004-08-31T23:04:00.000+05:30

wired & tuned
well nobody seems to be interested in me n my blog..so wat do i do???????

well well well...

2004-08-23T15:31:00.000+05:30

rite....so this is the first time i'm actually visiting this blog thingie but i kinda like it and so....i'm one of u bloggers now(at least i think so coz i'm trying to figure out wats gonna happen to this watever i'm typing...)so a place to blabber all i like huh? sounds interesting....given a chance i can go on and on and on....
about me....i think that can wait but i can tell u i'm studying (supposedly)and i have big exams to face this year end....and i LOVE music...esp s'thin that gives me goosebumps and makes me wanna turn up the volume...its awesome wat music can do...and i like talking(which will be ovious in my msgs) and i love doin crazy stuff and showing my teeth for no reason...so thats it bout me...in case there's s'thin i'm missing out on as a blogger or there are any tips,plz tell me ppl!!!