Tere bina zindagi se koyi, shikwa, to nahi, shikwa nahi, shikwa nahi, shikwa nahi
Tere bina zindagi bhi lekin, zindagi, to nahi, zindagi nahi, zindagi nahi, zindagi nahi
Tere bina zindagi se koyi, shikwa, to nahi
Kaash aisa ho tere qadmo se, chun ke manzil chale aur kahi door kahi - 2
Tum agar saath ho, manzilo ki kami to nahi
Tere bina zindagi se koyi, shikwa, to nahi
Jee mein aata hai, tere daaman mein, sar jhuka ke ham rote rahe, rote rahe - 2
Teri bhi aankho mein, aansuo ki nami to nahi
Tere bina zindagi se koyi, shikwa, to nahi,
shikwa nahi, shikwa nahi, shikwa nahi
Tere bina zindagi bhi lekin, zindagi, to nahi,
zindagi nahi, zindagi nahi, zindagi nahi
Tum jo keh do to aaj ki raat, chaand doobega nahi, raat ko rok lo -2
Raat ki baat hai, aur zindagi baaki to nahi
Tere bina zindagi se koyi, shikwa, to nahi,
shikwa nahi, shikwa nahi, shikwa nahi
Tere bina zindagi bhi lekin, zindagi, to nahi,
zindagi nahi, zindagi nahi, zindagi nahi
I think I sang this song at a competition in class 7... and needless to say...won a prize for it...:-)
Friday, December 28, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
Pani Vizhum
An enjoyable car ride and the silence is broken by a song the CD player randomly decides to pick and play only the make the journey more exiciting than the destination itself.
Titled – 'Pani Vizhum Malar Vanum' , it’s a brilliant piece of music, brought to life by the maestro Illayaraja’s signature on it! Despite numerous distractions, this song has consumed my being for the whole of today.
The Anupallavi (2nd para) is something I am particularly fond of. So much so for all the refrained expression that was known to rule the lyrics of Tamizh songs in the past, you’ll blush at what this song implies! A testimony that the lyrics of 80s are far more brazen than the songs that come out these days.
Difference lies I guess in the mode and method of delivery! This poignant song is an endeavor of stringing beads of passion to near perfection….
The song specifics and a translation follow -
Movie - Nilaivellam Nithya
Singer - S P Balasubramanian
Raagam - maayamaaLava gowLa, calanaaTTai
Pani vizhum malar vanam, un paarvai oru varam (2)
Oh the dew drop on a flower garden, your mere glance is a boon to me
Inivarum munivarum thadumaarum kanimaram. Pani vizhum...
Everybody from the Happy inhibitants to the disciplined sages of the world are bedazzled - the passion fruit tree that you are!
Selai moodum iLanjolai, maalai soodum malarmaalai (2)
Your sari covers the leaves of youth, come evening and you seem to be enveloped by a fragrant garland.
Iruvadhu nilavugaL nagamengum oLi vidum
Twenty crescent moons seem to shine through your nails
ILamayin kanavugaL vizhiyoram thuLir vidum
The dreams of youth seamlessly drip from the corner of your eyes
KaigaL idaigaLil neLindhida idaiveLi kuraindhida
As my hands trace the crevices, the distance between us is reduced
yeriyum viLakku siritthu kaNgal moodum. Pani vizhum...
The brightly glowing lamp witnessing this smiles and decides to close it eyes…
Kaaman koyil siraivaasam, kaalai ezhundhaal parihaasam (2)
I volunteer to be imprisoned in the kaama’s temple, just as I wake up in the morning I am teased by the memories of the night before.
Thazhuvidum pozhudhile idamaarum idhayame
While I am in a hug with you, I can feel our hearts getting exchanged
Viyarvayin mazhayile payiraagum paruvame
In the shower of perspiration, I experience the seeds of youth come to life...
Aadum ilaigaLil vazhigira nilavoLi iruvizhi
Your eyes mimic the moonlight reflected by dancing leaves
mazhayil nanaindhu magizhum vaanampaadi
Let me relish getting drenched in the rain from my heavens!
Titled – 'Pani Vizhum Malar Vanum' , it’s a brilliant piece of music, brought to life by the maestro Illayaraja’s signature on it! Despite numerous distractions, this song has consumed my being for the whole of today.
The Anupallavi (2nd para) is something I am particularly fond of. So much so for all the refrained expression that was known to rule the lyrics of Tamizh songs in the past, you’ll blush at what this song implies! A testimony that the lyrics of 80s are far more brazen than the songs that come out these days.
Difference lies I guess in the mode and method of delivery! This poignant song is an endeavor of stringing beads of passion to near perfection….
The song specifics and a translation follow -
Movie - Nilaivellam Nithya
Singer - S P Balasubramanian
Raagam - maayamaaLava gowLa, calanaaTTai
Pani vizhum malar vanam, un paarvai oru varam (2)
Oh the dew drop on a flower garden, your mere glance is a boon to me
Inivarum munivarum thadumaarum kanimaram. Pani vizhum...
Everybody from the Happy inhibitants to the disciplined sages of the world are bedazzled - the passion fruit tree that you are!
Selai moodum iLanjolai, maalai soodum malarmaalai (2)
Your sari covers the leaves of youth, come evening and you seem to be enveloped by a fragrant garland.
Iruvadhu nilavugaL nagamengum oLi vidum
Twenty crescent moons seem to shine through your nails
ILamayin kanavugaL vizhiyoram thuLir vidum
The dreams of youth seamlessly drip from the corner of your eyes
KaigaL idaigaLil neLindhida idaiveLi kuraindhida
As my hands trace the crevices, the distance between us is reduced
yeriyum viLakku siritthu kaNgal moodum. Pani vizhum...
The brightly glowing lamp witnessing this smiles and decides to close it eyes…
Kaaman koyil siraivaasam, kaalai ezhundhaal parihaasam (2)
I volunteer to be imprisoned in the kaama’s temple, just as I wake up in the morning I am teased by the memories of the night before.
Thazhuvidum pozhudhile idamaarum idhayame
While I am in a hug with you, I can feel our hearts getting exchanged
Viyarvayin mazhayile payiraagum paruvame
In the shower of perspiration, I experience the seeds of youth come to life...
Aadum ilaigaLil vazhigira nilavoLi iruvizhi
Your eyes mimic the moonlight reflected by dancing leaves
mazhayil nanaindhu magizhum vaanampaadi
Let me relish getting drenched in the rain from my heavens!
Monday, December 3, 2007
Girls do it best!
As the wicked weekend just whizzed past.. I take stock of the moments of Joy that was so much a part of it.
Caught up with dear friends over oodles of laughter, generous helping of gossip, not to say sinful indulgences that more than trigger a glyemic burst in the bloodstream. All this and more while our brats were at their pranky best!
As they say, A picture says more than a million words! So I'd let the pictures of the sinful indulgences do the talking.
A Sinful scoop of Blueberry Mousse!
Caught up with dear friends over oodles of laughter, generous helping of gossip, not to say sinful indulgences that more than trigger a glyemic burst in the bloodstream. All this and more while our brats were at their pranky best!
As they say, A picture says more than a million words! So I'd let the pictures of the sinful indulgences do the talking.
A Sinful scoop of Blueberry Mousse!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Hattrick
Three days ..Three movies..That summarizes my Diwali vacation.
1.) Jab we Met –Adorable Kareena, Charming Shahid amidst a large and happi family! Fresh-looking locales, well-timed comic sequences and a fairy tale ending. For some fable might end up sounding like a Tribute to the Indian Railways, I even wonder if Laluji would consider making this tax free. Whichever way, I’m glad they met!
2.) Saawariya – Sanjay NEELA Bansali’s attempt to create an exotic existential exultation of exuberant emotional exaltation ends up being a sorry saga from start to scratch. A monochromatic screen, a homoerotic towel song, a moronic hero, a hysteric heroine… Well I could go on. There is this scene where Sakina (Sonam) messily beats carpets hanging around her (I wonder why!) with a stick. I wish someone chases the entire crew with one such stick for having mercilessly eaten up 130 minutes of the much sought after Diwali weekend. No I am not the only one who is playing this tune; a friend of mine, another victim to the debacle remarked, and “The entire cast of this film had the collective IQ of a pencil.” Post interval, he thought an eraser was a more appropriate comparison! Saawariya, utterly useless as otter dung!
3.) OSO – Reincarnation stories are not meant for the minds that seek nothing but logic. Refreshingly rich every frame of it, watch OSO to give your brain some rest, and your visual senses a treat. Deepika dazzles in every shot, SRK continues to overact, and the lady owning a 1000 sarees (Kiron Kher) with the Ma ki Mamta funda make you re-live the magic of the 70s and early 80s. I particularly relished the scenes that superimposed SRK and the leading lady to the popular songs and sequences of the 70s. Wear your strawberry glasses, engage in the magic and sing along…OM Shanti OM! This one’s for the dreamers!
1.) Jab we Met –Adorable Kareena, Charming Shahid amidst a large and happi family! Fresh-looking locales, well-timed comic sequences and a fairy tale ending. For some fable might end up sounding like a Tribute to the Indian Railways, I even wonder if Laluji would consider making this tax free. Whichever way, I’m glad they met!
2.) Saawariya – Sanjay NEELA Bansali’s attempt to create an exotic existential exultation of exuberant emotional exaltation ends up being a sorry saga from start to scratch. A monochromatic screen, a homoerotic towel song, a moronic hero, a hysteric heroine… Well I could go on. There is this scene where Sakina (Sonam) messily beats carpets hanging around her (I wonder why!) with a stick. I wish someone chases the entire crew with one such stick for having mercilessly eaten up 130 minutes of the much sought after Diwali weekend. No I am not the only one who is playing this tune; a friend of mine, another victim to the debacle remarked, and “The entire cast of this film had the collective IQ of a pencil.” Post interval, he thought an eraser was a more appropriate comparison! Saawariya, utterly useless as otter dung!
3.) OSO – Reincarnation stories are not meant for the minds that seek nothing but logic. Refreshingly rich every frame of it, watch OSO to give your brain some rest, and your visual senses a treat. Deepika dazzles in every shot, SRK continues to overact, and the lady owning a 1000 sarees (Kiron Kher) with the Ma ki Mamta funda make you re-live the magic of the 70s and early 80s. I particularly relished the scenes that superimposed SRK and the leading lady to the popular songs and sequences of the 70s. Wear your strawberry glasses, engage in the magic and sing along…OM Shanti OM! This one’s for the dreamers!
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
33 Names of Things I Never Knew had Names
AGLET - The plain or ornamental covering on the end of a shoelace.
ARMSAYE - The armhole in clothing.
CHANKING - Spat-out food, such as rinds or pits.
COLUMELLA NASI - The bottom part of the nose between the nostrils.
DRAGÉES - Small beadlike pieces of candy, usually silver-coloured, used for decorating cookies, cakes and sundaes.
FEAT - A dangling curl of hair.
FERRULE - The metal band on a pencil that holds the eraser in place.
HARP - The small metal hoop that supports a lampshade.
JARNS, NITTLES, GRAWLIX, and QUIMP - Various squiggles used to denote cussing in comic books.
KEEPER - The loop on a belt that keeps the end in place after it has passed through the buckle.
KICK or PUNT - The indentation at the bottom of some wine bottles. It gives added strength to the bottle but lessens its holding capacity.
LIRIPIPE - The long tail on a graduate's academic hood.
MINIMUS - The little finger or toe.
NEF - An ornamental stand in the shape of a ship.
OBDORMITION - The numbness caused by pressure on a nerve; when a limb is `asleep'.
OCTOTHORPE - The symbol `#' on a telephone handset. Bell Labs' engineer Don Macpherson created the word in the 1960s by combining octo-, as in eight, with the name of one of his favourite athletes, 1912 Olympic decathlon champion Jim Thorpe.
OPHRYON - The space between the eyebrows on a line with the top of the eye sockets.
PEEN - The end of a hammer head opposite the striking face.
PHOSPHENES - The lights you see when you close your eyes hard. Technically the luminous impressions are due to the excitation of the retina caused by pressure on the eyeball.
PURLICUE - The space between the thumb and extended forefinger.
RASCETA - Creases on the inside of the wrist.
ROWEL - The revolving star on the back of a cowboy's spurs.
SADDLE - The rounded part on the top of a matchbook.
SCROOP - The rustle of silk.
SNORKEL BOX - A mailbox with a protruding receiver to allow people to deposit mail without leaving their cars.
TANG - The projecting prong on a tool or instrument.
WAMBLE - Stomach rumbling.
ZARF - A holder for a handleless coffee cup.
ARMSAYE - The armhole in clothing.
CHANKING - Spat-out food, such as rinds or pits.
COLUMELLA NASI - The bottom part of the nose between the nostrils.
DRAGÉES - Small beadlike pieces of candy, usually silver-coloured, used for decorating cookies, cakes and sundaes.
FEAT - A dangling curl of hair.
FERRULE - The metal band on a pencil that holds the eraser in place.
HARP - The small metal hoop that supports a lampshade.
JARNS, NITTLES, GRAWLIX, and QUIMP - Various squiggles used to denote cussing in comic books.
KEEPER - The loop on a belt that keeps the end in place after it has passed through the buckle.
KICK or PUNT - The indentation at the bottom of some wine bottles. It gives added strength to the bottle but lessens its holding capacity.
LIRIPIPE - The long tail on a graduate's academic hood.
MINIMUS - The little finger or toe.
NEF - An ornamental stand in the shape of a ship.
OBDORMITION - The numbness caused by pressure on a nerve; when a limb is `asleep'.
OCTOTHORPE - The symbol `#' on a telephone handset. Bell Labs' engineer Don Macpherson created the word in the 1960s by combining octo-, as in eight, with the name of one of his favourite athletes, 1912 Olympic decathlon champion Jim Thorpe.
OPHRYON - The space between the eyebrows on a line with the top of the eye sockets.
PEEN - The end of a hammer head opposite the striking face.
PHOSPHENES - The lights you see when you close your eyes hard. Technically the luminous impressions are due to the excitation of the retina caused by pressure on the eyeball.
PURLICUE - The space between the thumb and extended forefinger.
RASCETA - Creases on the inside of the wrist.
ROWEL - The revolving star on the back of a cowboy's spurs.
SADDLE - The rounded part on the top of a matchbook.
SCROOP - The rustle of silk.
SNORKEL BOX - A mailbox with a protruding receiver to allow people to deposit mail without leaving their cars.
TANG - The projecting prong on a tool or instrument.
WAMBLE - Stomach rumbling.
ZARF - A holder for a handleless coffee cup.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
PTA!
9.30 am on Saturday
Scene: C rushing (read that cursingly getting ready!) to get to work. Who likes working on weekends! We need to make it to the Parents teachers meeting before he makes a dash to the office.
Me in my unbathed best soaked in my just-out-of-bed look. I have never loved Deodorants more… The only way I could make my presence bearable at the school I guess. Both of us in a frantic rush to make it to make it in time (well 15 mins late!)
Reactions at School
Well-dressed parents and hep-looking moms and here I am at my nasty best! I did get some ‘well, I understand’ kinda looks. Its time to meet R’s class teacher now…
A whole bunch of activity books are piled up in front of us to see what our Coochie-poo has been doing. They are full of happy butterflies, bright crescent moons, colorful post boxes, and happy fish.
Teacher begins, clearing her throat; R is very enthusiastic and inquisitive child. He excels at number work and his terribly honest. A smile erupts on my lips; I say silent prayer, Thanks God he hasn’t taken after me for both! Errr.. I mean I was bad at Math, and hence had to be selectively honest in sharing my Unit test scores at home. J
Headmistress joins us, he floods us with questions, and he now wants to know, “How fish swim?” We are getting a live fish to explain to him the parts – the fin and the gills!
C’s face brightens for the first time in the day! Proud parents we walk out of the school. PTAs were traumatic events for me as a child. Hopefully this is the way PTAs would be for me as a parent!
Note – Thanks Amma and Appa for all your patience and the difficult PTAs I must have put you through!
Scene: C rushing (read that cursingly getting ready!) to get to work. Who likes working on weekends! We need to make it to the Parents teachers meeting before he makes a dash to the office.
Me in my unbathed best soaked in my just-out-of-bed look. I have never loved Deodorants more… The only way I could make my presence bearable at the school I guess. Both of us in a frantic rush to make it to make it in time (well 15 mins late!)
Reactions at School
Well-dressed parents and hep-looking moms and here I am at my nasty best! I did get some ‘well, I understand’ kinda looks. Its time to meet R’s class teacher now…
A whole bunch of activity books are piled up in front of us to see what our Coochie-poo has been doing. They are full of happy butterflies, bright crescent moons, colorful post boxes, and happy fish.
Teacher begins, clearing her throat; R is very enthusiastic and inquisitive child. He excels at number work and his terribly honest. A smile erupts on my lips; I say silent prayer, Thanks God he hasn’t taken after me for both! Errr.. I mean I was bad at Math, and hence had to be selectively honest in sharing my Unit test scores at home. J
Headmistress joins us, he floods us with questions, and he now wants to know, “How fish swim?” We are getting a live fish to explain to him the parts – the fin and the gills!
C’s face brightens for the first time in the day! Proud parents we walk out of the school. PTAs were traumatic events for me as a child. Hopefully this is the way PTAs would be for me as a parent!
Note – Thanks Amma and Appa for all your patience and the difficult PTAs I must have put you through!
Getting Nostalgic with Bed n Breakfast!
If you were mine, everytime,
you could be the one to make me feel right
day or night, feel you close in my arms.
If you were mine, yes it's true
there would never be a day without your smile,
take your time,
baby I would feel so real if you were mine.
Hold me closer into your arms,
never let me down girl.
Feel the magic in the air, it's here.
Love is written on my
face, everytime you're near me,
just be here and it's alright.
Every night and everyday,
need your love here to stay,
not just today but everyday on my way.
You gotta keep it in your mind,
that life would be so fine,
oh baby, if you would be mine.
If you were mine ...
Since I know you times have changed,
always light around me,
'cause you make my dreams come true so true.
Years before I felt so sad,
now the hope is rising.
With your love, I'm gonna fly so high.
Feel the magic in the air, be aware
that if you share my dreams
it seems love is everywhere.
You gotta keep it in your mind
that love will make me shine,
oh baby, if you would be mine.
If you were mine ...
A very familiar yet forgotten fragrance triggered this post!
you could be the one to make me feel right
day or night, feel you close in my arms.
If you were mine, yes it's true
there would never be a day without your smile,
take your time,
baby I would feel so real if you were mine.
Hold me closer into your arms,
never let me down girl.
Feel the magic in the air, it's here.
Love is written on my
face, everytime you're near me,
just be here and it's alright.
Every night and everyday,
need your love here to stay,
not just today but everyday on my way.
You gotta keep it in your mind,
that life would be so fine,
oh baby, if you would be mine.
If you were mine ...
Since I know you times have changed,
always light around me,
'cause you make my dreams come true so true.
Years before I felt so sad,
now the hope is rising.
With your love, I'm gonna fly so high.
Feel the magic in the air, be aware
that if you share my dreams
it seems love is everywhere.
You gotta keep it in your mind
that love will make me shine,
oh baby, if you would be mine.
If you were mine ...
A very familiar yet forgotten fragrance triggered this post!
Monday, October 1, 2007
Stranger than fiction?
Yes.... I am on vacation for a whole month beginning tomorrow which would mean -
1.) I would no longer be expected to rush to work and ensure I have swiped my card by 10.30 am (Fellow TIS-ians would know what I mean!)
2.) No frantic email checking
3.) Temporary amnesia - I am trying hard to forget everything about the project I was on.
4.) Lotssa time with my coochie poo... I adore the smile on this face when he seems me back home while he returns from school
5.)Return to Meditation - Yes I have been really bad at keeping up with this
6.) Back to gym days
7.) Experiments with Truth - I mean C's capability to ingest anything I cook
8.) Sweet nothings with chithi
9.) Catch up with friends
10.) Last but not the least, visit my sis!
1.) I would no longer be expected to rush to work and ensure I have swiped my card by 10.30 am (Fellow TIS-ians would know what I mean!)
2.) No frantic email checking
3.) Temporary amnesia - I am trying hard to forget everything about the project I was on.
4.) Lotssa time with my coochie poo... I adore the smile on this face when he seems me back home while he returns from school
5.)Return to Meditation - Yes I have been really bad at keeping up with this
6.) Back to gym days
7.) Experiments with Truth - I mean C's capability to ingest anything I cook
8.) Sweet nothings with chithi
9.) Catch up with friends
10.) Last but not the least, visit my sis!
Friday, July 20, 2007
Soul speak - A short story
I am at a wedding draped in my best yellow kancheepuram sari feeling like a queen. An acquaintance walks up to me along with her baby for a causal chat. As her young son wriggled out of her embrace, she places her hand on my belly, just above my navel. She's touching my tummy with her cold hand and asking me, in a colder- made to sound -concerned voice, "Why aren't you pregnant yet?" I try hard to smile, break free from her touch, and head to the food table to fill … my empty plate.
Yeah I love children and definitely plan on having them. Maternal instinct is oozing out of my pores: I've infantilized my pets; I've got down on my hands and knees at the park with babies I barely know. My marriage is wonderful and solid, and we are both blessed with good health. I've been a nanny, a teacher, a youth-group leader. I've read umpteen books on childhood-development solely for the purpose of someday raising happy, balanced children. I have always looked forward to becoming a mother.
So why don't I have kids or even the inkling right now? It's because of you. Yes, you: the fanatical mothers of the world. It may seem like ages ago now, but you weren't always like this. If you want me to join your ‘ranks’—and you've made it clear with your cold, clammy hands on my stomach that recruiting my uterus is of paramount importance to you—I need to set some ground rules.
First, please stop asking me when I'm going to get pregnant. For all you know, I cannot have kids. For all I know, I cannot have kids, as I have not yet tried. But imagine how painful this line of interrogation would be if I had submitted to all kinds of procedures, only to come up empty-wombed. It would be emotionally devastating. Yet ever since the day after my wedding, I have fielded this question from the eye doctor, the dental assistant, my yoga teacher, the lady at the grocery store. All of them feel entitled to ask. Don't. It's none of your business.
Next, don't completely abandon your own life and passions. You're setting a bad example for aspiring mothers-to-be like me. I recently expressed my happiness over an achievement I had at work to a mother-friend of mine. She said, dripping with condescension, "Well, you don't know happiness until you’ve delivered a baby.”That's very possible, but don't rain on my parade. I happen to love my job. It fulfills me in ways no other person—even a child—could. I learned through my own mother's example that the best lesson you can teach your kids is to pursue their passions. It's not selfish to have your own life. In fact, it's selfish not to.
Becoming a parent was your decision, and I am thrilled for you. All I'm asking is that you let me make that choice in my own time. And keep your hands off my belly.
Yeah I love children and definitely plan on having them. Maternal instinct is oozing out of my pores: I've infantilized my pets; I've got down on my hands and knees at the park with babies I barely know. My marriage is wonderful and solid, and we are both blessed with good health. I've been a nanny, a teacher, a youth-group leader. I've read umpteen books on childhood-development solely for the purpose of someday raising happy, balanced children. I have always looked forward to becoming a mother.
So why don't I have kids or even the inkling right now? It's because of you. Yes, you: the fanatical mothers of the world. It may seem like ages ago now, but you weren't always like this. If you want me to join your ‘ranks’—and you've made it clear with your cold, clammy hands on my stomach that recruiting my uterus is of paramount importance to you—I need to set some ground rules.
First, please stop asking me when I'm going to get pregnant. For all you know, I cannot have kids. For all I know, I cannot have kids, as I have not yet tried. But imagine how painful this line of interrogation would be if I had submitted to all kinds of procedures, only to come up empty-wombed. It would be emotionally devastating. Yet ever since the day after my wedding, I have fielded this question from the eye doctor, the dental assistant, my yoga teacher, the lady at the grocery store. All of them feel entitled to ask. Don't. It's none of your business.
Next, don't completely abandon your own life and passions. You're setting a bad example for aspiring mothers-to-be like me. I recently expressed my happiness over an achievement I had at work to a mother-friend of mine. She said, dripping with condescension, "Well, you don't know happiness until you’ve delivered a baby.”That's very possible, but don't rain on my parade. I happen to love my job. It fulfills me in ways no other person—even a child—could. I learned through my own mother's example that the best lesson you can teach your kids is to pursue their passions. It's not selfish to have your own life. In fact, it's selfish not to.
Becoming a parent was your decision, and I am thrilled for you. All I'm asking is that you let me make that choice in my own time. And keep your hands off my belly.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
tête-à-tête
An interesting Green tea brew pot I am unaware when a casual connection developed into sort of an obsession. Now I like it hot…I like it cold….I like it strong…I like light….My mornings seems so lack luster without indulging in it…
Yeah…My…cuppa Green tea…the panacea for all my troubles….the nectar of life…I am lost without it…
While in Korea, it helped me survive 5 days of near-foodlessness (yeah this word is a noun that has been listed in the online-dictionary). It got me rejuvenated through a grilling work schedule in Bangkok. It stood steadfast by side during my endeavor to do away with 10 kilos of my weight. Not to mention, it helped me regain my near-flawless complexion…(egotism again!)
Mention of green tea has evoked mixed reactions from people around me…. S (a friend who frequents countries which one rarely hears of in the News like Malta and Cameroon) detests it; in fact of late he’s nearly stopped visiting us for the fear of compulsion of being a party to my tea-ceremony at midnight (His flights are always scheduled at unearthly hours!)….C calls it Cat-urine….N equates it to poison (it’s a different story he’s barely tasted it!)… A is an awe of it… P likes it for its quality of not leaving an after-taste in your mouth….R swears by it… in fact she’s stopped all other forms of caffeine intake ever since she’s discovered the ‘Truth of Life’.
The Art of Brewing –
Water – Quality and temperature - Good quality water is critical for making a good cup of green tea. I like my Green tea best using Bisleri mineral water. The brewing temperature is well dependant on the kind of green tea… However as a generalization, its best to brew it around 73-76 degrees celcius. Now I don’t mean to make this sound like a chemistry experiment. It’s the time when water just begins to boil and you can hear the hot water sizzzzzzzlle in the pot…
Perfect Proportion of green tea to water - Most green teas are brewed at 1 heaping teaspoon (5 grams) for a cup of water…
Brew time - Generally, two minutes is all it takes Any longer, and the taste may become too bitter. Also, it's very important to NOT stir, shake, or mix the tea.
Brewing pot – The Japanese believe that different types of green teas get their flavor when brewed in appropriate brewing pots. I am not advocating any such thing…its important however that the brewing pot/kettle is mouthed suitably that one can close it with a lid…making sure that the aroma does not waft away.
Studies have linked green tea consumption to reduced mortality from cardiovascular conditions... reduced menopause complicatoins and the like...Well..I am not trying to position it as the new-age cure for cancer or AIDS….Just that…a perfectly brewed cuppa Green tea helps me spring back to action after a longggggg day at work…. a tiring work out at the gym…. a patience testing time with my coochie-boo…
Cant thank the Chinese and Japanese enough for discovering and sharing with the world the miracle mood booster….:-)
PS: In the Indian scenario, it isn’t easy to lay your hands on the right green tea powder. Priced exorbitantly compared to good green teas available in Bangkok, Earl Grey’s green tea would be my best bet.
Yeah…My…cuppa Green tea…the panacea for all my troubles….the nectar of life…I am lost without it…
While in Korea, it helped me survive 5 days of near-foodlessness (yeah this word is a noun that has been listed in the online-dictionary). It got me rejuvenated through a grilling work schedule in Bangkok. It stood steadfast by side during my endeavor to do away with 10 kilos of my weight. Not to mention, it helped me regain my near-flawless complexion…(egotism again!)
Mention of green tea has evoked mixed reactions from people around me…. S (a friend who frequents countries which one rarely hears of in the News like Malta and Cameroon) detests it; in fact of late he’s nearly stopped visiting us for the fear of compulsion of being a party to my tea-ceremony at midnight (His flights are always scheduled at unearthly hours!)….C calls it Cat-urine….N equates it to poison (it’s a different story he’s barely tasted it!)… A is an awe of it… P likes it for its quality of not leaving an after-taste in your mouth….R swears by it… in fact she’s stopped all other forms of caffeine intake ever since she’s discovered the ‘Truth of Life’.
The Art of Brewing –
Water – Quality and temperature - Good quality water is critical for making a good cup of green tea. I like my Green tea best using Bisleri mineral water. The brewing temperature is well dependant on the kind of green tea… However as a generalization, its best to brew it around 73-76 degrees celcius. Now I don’t mean to make this sound like a chemistry experiment. It’s the time when water just begins to boil and you can hear the hot water sizzzzzzzlle in the pot…
Perfect Proportion of green tea to water - Most green teas are brewed at 1 heaping teaspoon (5 grams) for a cup of water…
Brew time - Generally, two minutes is all it takes Any longer, and the taste may become too bitter. Also, it's very important to NOT stir, shake, or mix the tea.
Brewing pot – The Japanese believe that different types of green teas get their flavor when brewed in appropriate brewing pots. I am not advocating any such thing…its important however that the brewing pot/kettle is mouthed suitably that one can close it with a lid…making sure that the aroma does not waft away.
Studies have linked green tea consumption to reduced mortality from cardiovascular conditions... reduced menopause complicatoins and the like...Well..I am not trying to position it as the new-age cure for cancer or AIDS….Just that…a perfectly brewed cuppa Green tea helps me spring back to action after a longggggg day at work…. a tiring work out at the gym…. a patience testing time with my coochie-boo…
Cant thank the Chinese and Japanese enough for discovering and sharing with the world the miracle mood booster….:-)
PS: In the Indian scenario, it isn’t easy to lay your hands on the right green tea powder. Priced exorbitantly compared to good green teas available in Bangkok, Earl Grey’s green tea would be my best bet.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
In loving memory of …
My fire-flower tree
My bedroom window overlooks the garden, of which my favourite is the tree I fondly refer to as the tree with fire-flowers. I begin my day every single morning relishing the green relief the tree provides. The fire-flower tree was so much a family thing that my baby was particular to finish his daily dose of milk on the bedroom sill looking at the tree, its flowers, and the birds, particularly this yellow-green bird (I am bad at identifying most life species except humans).
Back from my holiday, I had my coochie-poo drag me near the window sill to show me something that took me a little while to stomach. Our tree with the fire-flowers was gone… all that was left was the uprooted trunk…lying lifeless…
Now our tea times will never be the same again… and I need to think of new ways to get my baby gulp his milk.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Holiday Hungama!
Yeah...Am back from from what seems like a trip that's brought back some sanity into life...:-)
1.) Bengaluru played wonderful host with its gorgeous weather
2.) Caught up with cousins over hours of gossip
3.) Savoured Garma - garam Gobi Manchurian from my favourite Hot Hot Chinese food (yeah thats the name of the road side restaurant)
4.) Finally a chance to wrap myself in my fav kancheepuram saris (facilitated by Point 1)
5.) Put on atleast a kilo in a week courtesy - yummy cooking by MIL :-)
5.) Reserving the best for the last, watched Sivaji - The Boss! Man... A blog shortly on the experience!
1.) Bengaluru played wonderful host with its gorgeous weather
2.) Caught up with cousins over hours of gossip
3.) Savoured Garma - garam Gobi Manchurian from my favourite Hot Hot Chinese food (yeah thats the name of the road side restaurant)
4.) Finally a chance to wrap myself in my fav kancheepuram saris (facilitated by Point 1)
5.) Put on atleast a kilo in a week courtesy - yummy cooking by MIL :-)
5.) Reserving the best for the last, watched Sivaji - The Boss! Man... A blog shortly on the experience!
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Yeh Tho Hai Zindagi
Life suddenly seemed to have come to a standstill. Have been merely existing through every passing day, dont know what to blame it on, the long and weary hours of work, a preoccupied mind?
I am starting afresh starting this very moment; I begin this by listing down those simple pleasures of life that I probably didn’t give much importance to, but contributed to making life pleasant and wonderful. Here they go, not in any particular order though...
1.) Enjoying the wind blowing in my face while traveling. I deliberately remove the hair bands that keep my hair in place, because I love the sensation of the wind playing with my hair, and the strands dancing around.
2.) Seeing my Coochie-poo or for that matter any child laugh. Infact, anything associated with a child is adorable. Their laughter is the most uncomplicated thing in this universe.
I am starting afresh starting this very moment; I begin this by listing down those simple pleasures of life that I probably didn’t give much importance to, but contributed to making life pleasant and wonderful. Here they go, not in any particular order though...
1.) Enjoying the wind blowing in my face while traveling. I deliberately remove the hair bands that keep my hair in place, because I love the sensation of the wind playing with my hair, and the strands dancing around.
2.) Seeing my Coochie-poo or for that matter any child laugh. Infact, anything associated with a child is adorable. Their laughter is the most uncomplicated thing in this universe.
3.) Rain and all of its associated sensations.
4.) Vanilla Icecream. I love the texture of icecream, and vanilla is my fav flavour.
5.) Switching on the radio/to another radio channel, only to hear one of my favorite songs playing… Listening to music on my mp3 player, and smiling to myself.
6.) Standing in a glass lift and peering through the glass with glee, while the lift moves up or down.
7.) Throwing my head back and laughing heartily after hearing a joke/anything witty.
8.) Hugging my cuddly n cute Chithi (grandmom!)
9.) Watching TV till late on a Friday night…Its my way of rebellion to compensate for the days I reluctantly drag myself into bed.
10.) Going for long walks with a dear friend
11.) Taking a cool, refreshing bath (with sweet smelling soap) on a hot, sweltering, summer day.
12.) The feeling of deja vu I get when I sense particular smells… I have always been able to associate many of my experiences, places and even people by smell - so much so that when I get a particular smell, I always have a sense of deja vu, and feel like I’ve been through it before.
13.) Getting in touch with a long lost friend
14.) Cuddling in bed, wrapped in a blanket, on a cold wintry morning.
15.) Shopping for accessories - mainly junk jewellery - I am a total junkie when it comes to stuff that hangs on my wrists and ears…
16.) Discovering money (that’s been forgotten) in an old purse/jeans pocket. Ah! It makes me feel so rich in a moment :)…and sometimes, I purposely stash away some money in my books, draw...somewhere for that experience of finding a treasure
17.) Coming home to a warm, lovely meal with the family
18.) Getting a bouquet of red roses
19.) Renting a video cd to watch on a lonely day
20.) Giving a compliment. I’m generally prone to blushing when I get a compliment - I still don’t know how to deal with it :). However, I love giving compliments where they are needed.And contrary to popular thought, giving a compliment actually makes the giver feel much better than the one it is intended for… I think it brings about a connection between the humans: you feel appreciation/respect flowing out of it, and it is wonderful,… spiritually rejuvenating.
21.) Reading the Sunday newspaper,whilst drinking a hot cup of delicious Green tea. Its my favorite activity on a Sunday morning, and one of the most relaxing ones.
22.) Hearing an old song and being transported back into time. Now Fanaa being my favourite.
23.) Watching ducks/swans/lotuses in ponds. Often, as I’m travelling on a train to Kerala, once the picturesque locales of the Kerala countryside appear in the train windows, it isn’t uncommon to see ponds filled with pink and white lotus flowers. I
24.) Browsing through old photo albums. Photo albums are the only way of holding time still. Someday I'd want to title all the pictures that I have.
25.) Poring over book titles in a library/book store, anxiously reading their summaries, biting my nails and wondering which one to rent / buy. I love reading books and it gives me great pleasure to curl up on a bed/couch with one and spend an entire evening reading it and musing dazedly on its contents.
Now its time to catch up on these I guess.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Romancing the Rain
Yup! Finally wishes get granted. The mega project damaka seems to be getting closer to the completion. And the Gods above decide to acknowledge this too with a heavenly shower!
Mumbai witnessed its first pre-monsoon showers yesterday, and it left me with a zillion emotions!
- Sat by the window until midnight gazing at the black black sky
- Listened to the variety of sounds emanating from rain drops falling on various surfaces
- Sipped hot Green tea reading my favorite book
- Feeling vulnerable with every thunder that struck
Yes, I love the rains …and the romance is here to stay!
Mumbai witnessed its first pre-monsoon showers yesterday, and it left me with a zillion emotions!
- Sat by the window until midnight gazing at the black black sky
- Listened to the variety of sounds emanating from rain drops falling on various surfaces
- Sipped hot Green tea reading my favorite book
- Feeling vulnerable with every thunder that struck
Yes, I love the rains …and the romance is here to stay!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Celebration of Life
Recently heard from a dear friend in a long time and the icing on the cake, She’s expecting!
Woww… Pregnancy…childbirth….this triggers a memory of sorts in me. Those nine-months were a kaleidoscope of emotions to handle. From pregnancy blues to vanilla cravings, it was perhaps the best ‘period’ of my life!
Funniest was the way I kept telling my hubby how I ‘felt’ pregnant! We bought a home-pregnancy kit barely within days of missing my cycle. I still remember the brand! It was called EPT (stands for Error proof Test!). I had let the ‘deciding fluid’ run on it and was disappointed to see the lack of colour change! (For the benefit of first timers… These pregnancy kits have colored markers. The colour changes from X to Y if one is pregnant!). I threw it in the dustbin and went for dinner. Little did I know that hubby dear had actually retrieved it while I was away and left it on the sink (as if it were a chemistry experiment tube or something!). Returned after dinner only to see the colour change! Woww..finally I had a basis to ‘feeling pregnant’!
Visits to the gynec were fun times. I had read up almost every literature available over the internet about babies, mommies-to-be, so much so that I could be a counselor myself. (he he). I particularly like the midwife’s tales that very often talks about the sex of the unborn child by relating it to the pregnant woman’s behavior. All those indicators pointed towards me having a baby girl! Just took me 9 months to realize it was going to be otherwise!
I had seen/known that activities mommies-to-be normally indulged in – Knitting, Sewing and the like. Man, I was pathetic at these! No wonder I was awarded a C every time every year in my art classes. During these nine months, I used to be an active member at forums discussing pregnancy and child birth topics. It was particularly comforting to hear from fellow-mommies-to-be (woow..i like that term!).
My Birthing story...(Scripted this one days after I delivered my bundle of joy)
I started having early signs of labor on the 14th of feb...(note it was Valentines' day..:P). Was asked to get admitted and from there on, the fetal heart rate was continuously being monitored...it so happened that the heart rate went up at times which was a concern for the docs...
I was given an induction medication at 10.30 pm and from about 1 am on 15th..i went into labor in the full swing...it was painful man...had close to 10 hrs of labour...I had opted for an epidural in the meantime...doc found that i was fully dilated by the time it was 9 am..but the irony was that my brat refused to come down...At the same time the baby's heart rate further peaked up...Hence they thought it wasnt worthwhile taking a chance and opted for a c-section.
I was totally conscious during the surgery and to be honest i was relieved since i knew the end for all this pain was getting closer...R was born at 9.54 am. I just couldnt react when the doc showed me the little one...I remember tears trickle down my eyes...R keeps us busy day and nite...life suddenly seems to b just consisting of nappy changes and feed times.
And the party didn’t end there. My first assignment post-pregnancy was to script a storyboard for a video on pregnancy and childbirth. I still can visualize the expression on my client’s face when I shared with him the storyboard. The concluding statement of my script was – “ Childbirth is a physical exhausting and emotionally draining process!” . Well, that’s the best I could describe the experience after three months of sleep-starvation. Naah, on a more a serious note, I wonder why pregnancy and childbirth doesn’t find a mention in the top-most triangle (titled Self-Actualization) in Maslow’s theory of needs!
Childbirth is the moment of truth when the mother gives in herself in totality all for the cause of well-being of her bundle of joy! Here's wishing my friends expecting their 'little-angels' the very best!
Woww… Pregnancy…childbirth….this triggers a memory of sorts in me. Those nine-months were a kaleidoscope of emotions to handle. From pregnancy blues to vanilla cravings, it was perhaps the best ‘period’ of my life!
Funniest was the way I kept telling my hubby how I ‘felt’ pregnant! We bought a home-pregnancy kit barely within days of missing my cycle. I still remember the brand! It was called EPT (stands for Error proof Test!). I had let the ‘deciding fluid’ run on it and was disappointed to see the lack of colour change! (For the benefit of first timers… These pregnancy kits have colored markers. The colour changes from X to Y if one is pregnant!). I threw it in the dustbin and went for dinner. Little did I know that hubby dear had actually retrieved it while I was away and left it on the sink (as if it were a chemistry experiment tube or something!). Returned after dinner only to see the colour change! Woww..finally I had a basis to ‘feeling pregnant’!
Visits to the gynec were fun times. I had read up almost every literature available over the internet about babies, mommies-to-be, so much so that I could be a counselor myself. (he he). I particularly like the midwife’s tales that very often talks about the sex of the unborn child by relating it to the pregnant woman’s behavior. All those indicators pointed towards me having a baby girl! Just took me 9 months to realize it was going to be otherwise!
I had seen/known that activities mommies-to-be normally indulged in – Knitting, Sewing and the like. Man, I was pathetic at these! No wonder I was awarded a C every time every year in my art classes. During these nine months, I used to be an active member at forums discussing pregnancy and child birth topics. It was particularly comforting to hear from fellow-mommies-to-be (woow..i like that term!).
My Birthing story...(Scripted this one days after I delivered my bundle of joy)
I started having early signs of labor on the 14th of feb...(note it was Valentines' day..:P). Was asked to get admitted and from there on, the fetal heart rate was continuously being monitored...it so happened that the heart rate went up at times which was a concern for the docs...
I was given an induction medication at 10.30 pm and from about 1 am on 15th..i went into labor in the full swing...it was painful man...had close to 10 hrs of labour...I had opted for an epidural in the meantime...doc found that i was fully dilated by the time it was 9 am..but the irony was that my brat refused to come down...At the same time the baby's heart rate further peaked up...Hence they thought it wasnt worthwhile taking a chance and opted for a c-section.
I was totally conscious during the surgery and to be honest i was relieved since i knew the end for all this pain was getting closer...R was born at 9.54 am. I just couldnt react when the doc showed me the little one...I remember tears trickle down my eyes...R keeps us busy day and nite...life suddenly seems to b just consisting of nappy changes and feed times.
And the party didn’t end there. My first assignment post-pregnancy was to script a storyboard for a video on pregnancy and childbirth. I still can visualize the expression on my client’s face when I shared with him the storyboard. The concluding statement of my script was – “ Childbirth is a physical exhausting and emotionally draining process!” . Well, that’s the best I could describe the experience after three months of sleep-starvation. Naah, on a more a serious note, I wonder why pregnancy and childbirth doesn’t find a mention in the top-most triangle (titled Self-Actualization) in Maslow’s theory of needs!
Childbirth is the moment of truth when the mother gives in herself in totality all for the cause of well-being of her bundle of joy! Here's wishing my friends expecting their 'little-angels' the very best!
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Hers & His Diary
HER DIARY
Friday night, I thought he was acting weird.We had made plans to meet at a cafe to have some coffee.I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment.
Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quietso we could talk, he agreed but he kept quiet and absent.I asked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing."
I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset.He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry.On the way home I told him that I loved him,he simply smiled and kept driving.I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love you, too.
"When we got home I felt as if I had lost him,as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.He just sat there and watched TV; he seemed distant and absent.Finally I decided to go to bed.
About 10 minutes later he came to bed.I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront himwith the situation but he had fallen asleep.I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep. I don't know what to do.I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else.My life is a disaster.
WHy ??? WHY ??
HIS DIARY
Today... India lost the cricket match to some **##x*#@ pip squeaks called Bangladesh.
Sehwag *x*##***
I just loved this one...Yeah I could relate to this one a great deal!!!
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Arithmophobia- Fear of numbers
Last fortnight has been one that has lent me very little time to post a blog. I have been in and out of induction sessions in advanced (?) project management concepts. Now read that as counting stars and trying to sight the moon on a new-moon night! Not that the sessions kept me busy, I guess I’ve been busier nursing my feelings of inadequacy about my inability to read and interpret numbers!
Most sessions talked about project metrics and numbers relating to progress of the project. Yeah lets face it.. I have an innate fear for numbers. I believe organizing, co-coordinating and networking are my strengths; and am a reasonably good manager (or so thought my team mostly!); number-crunching is not my cup of (Green) tea! Or else, I would have been at the stock exchange now.
Right from school days, I could relate to biology sketches (yeah the anatomy kinds, am not talking nude pictures here!) than Venn diagrams. If I make a list of people who made me feel like ‘shit’, I bet most of the contenders in the list will comprise of Math teachers! Ya, Valsala ma’am, Omana ma’am, Daisy, Krishnamurthy sir (I called him Kaka as in crow), and the list continues…I was never on the favorite student list of any of my Math teachers! Things changed from class X onwards, Mrs. Sampath (I used to attend her tuition classes) maybe discovered the hidden gleam (he he) and polished it as well as she could. For once matrices, trigonometric equations spoke volumes to me, and I didn’t feel ‘unequal’ for once in a class filled with the Anshuls (this guy was a maths geek in my class) of the world! Still, numbers are not my primary comfort zone.
Talking of more interesting interpretation of numbers…a friend of mine wrote an interesting post recently of how we refer to one’s favorite songs as numbers. So the second-half of my post, I’ve decided to write about one of my favorite numbers.
It’s a tamil song called Un samayal arayil from the movie Dhill. This is a song tuned to near-perfection by Vidyasagar and rendered by Unnikrishnan and Sujata. It’s a song, the lyrics of which for the first time appear crazy, considering the simplicity in the context of narration. Over time and of course with better understanding of the lyrics, am amused time and again how the simplest of lyrics can send you on a tickle tour in the softest spots.
Here come the lyrics and my interpretation …
Un samayal arayil, naan uppa sakkaraiya?
In your kitchen, would u consider me the Salt or the Sugar?
Nee padikkum arayil, naan kangalaa pusthakamaa?
In your study, am I the eyes or the book?
Nee viraLkal enraal, naan nagama modirama?
If you are fingers, am I the nails or the ring?
Aaa, nee idalkal enraal, naan mutthama punnakayaa?
If you are lips, am I a kiss or a smile?
Nee azhagu enraal, naan kaviya oviyana?
If you are beauty, am I a poet or a sculptor?
Un samayal arayil…
Naan vekkam enraal, nee sivappa kannankala?
If I am shyness, are you the blush or the cheeks?
Naan theendal enraal, nee viralaa sparisangala?
If I am the touch, are you the fingers or the sensation?
Nee kuzhanthai enraal, naan thottilla thalaatta?
If you are a child, am I the cradle or the lullaby?
Nee thookkam enraal, naan madiya thalaiyana?
If you are sleep, am I the lap or a pillow?
Naan idhayam enraal, nee uyira thudi-thudippaa
If I am a heart, are you the life, or the heartbeat?
Un samayal arayil…
Nee vithaikal enraal, naan vEra viLainilamaa?
If you are seeds, am I the root or the fertility?
Nee virunthu enraal, naan pasiya rusiya?
If you are a feast, am I hunger or taste?
Nee kaïdi enraal, naan siraiya dhandanaiya?
If you are a prisoner, am I the jail or the punishment?
Nee mozhigal enraal, naan tamizha osaigalaa?
If you are language, am I Tamil or the sound?
Nee pothuvai enraal, naan bharathiya bharathithasana?
If you are Pothuvai*, am I Bharathi or Bharathidasan?
(*Pothuvai is the local name for Pondicherry, the land of great poets Bharati and Bharathidasan)
Nee…
Nee thanimai enraal, naan thunaiya dooratthila?
If you are solitude, am I your company, or far away from you?
Nee thunaithaan enraal, naan pesava yosikkava?
If you are my company, should I speak or think?
Nee thirumbi ninraal, naan nikkava poyvidavaa?
If you have your back turned to me, should I stay or go away?
Aa…Nee pokiraay enraal, naan azhaikkava azhuthidavaa?
If you go away, should I call out to you, or weep?
Nee kadhal enraal naan sariya thavara?
In your (if you are) love, am I right are wrong?
Un valathu kayyil paththu viral
On your right hand, there are ten fingers
En idathu kayyil paththu viral
On my left hand, there are ten fingers
Dooraththu megham, thooralkal sintha, Theertha mazhayil, thee kulippoo…
The clouds far-away, start a drizzle. Lets immolate ourselves in the rain…
Most sessions talked about project metrics and numbers relating to progress of the project. Yeah lets face it.. I have an innate fear for numbers. I believe organizing, co-coordinating and networking are my strengths; and am a reasonably good manager (or so thought my team mostly!); number-crunching is not my cup of (Green) tea! Or else, I would have been at the stock exchange now.
Right from school days, I could relate to biology sketches (yeah the anatomy kinds, am not talking nude pictures here!) than Venn diagrams. If I make a list of people who made me feel like ‘shit’, I bet most of the contenders in the list will comprise of Math teachers! Ya, Valsala ma’am, Omana ma’am, Daisy, Krishnamurthy sir (I called him Kaka as in crow), and the list continues…I was never on the favorite student list of any of my Math teachers! Things changed from class X onwards, Mrs. Sampath (I used to attend her tuition classes) maybe discovered the hidden gleam (he he) and polished it as well as she could. For once matrices, trigonometric equations spoke volumes to me, and I didn’t feel ‘unequal’ for once in a class filled with the Anshuls (this guy was a maths geek in my class) of the world! Still, numbers are not my primary comfort zone.
Talking of more interesting interpretation of numbers…a friend of mine wrote an interesting post recently of how we refer to one’s favorite songs as numbers. So the second-half of my post, I’ve decided to write about one of my favorite numbers.
It’s a tamil song called Un samayal arayil from the movie Dhill. This is a song tuned to near-perfection by Vidyasagar and rendered by Unnikrishnan and Sujata. It’s a song, the lyrics of which for the first time appear crazy, considering the simplicity in the context of narration. Over time and of course with better understanding of the lyrics, am amused time and again how the simplest of lyrics can send you on a tickle tour in the softest spots.
Here come the lyrics and my interpretation …
Un samayal arayil, naan uppa sakkaraiya?
In your kitchen, would u consider me the Salt or the Sugar?
Nee padikkum arayil, naan kangalaa pusthakamaa?
In your study, am I the eyes or the book?
Nee viraLkal enraal, naan nagama modirama?
If you are fingers, am I the nails or the ring?
Aaa, nee idalkal enraal, naan mutthama punnakayaa?
If you are lips, am I a kiss or a smile?
Nee azhagu enraal, naan kaviya oviyana?
If you are beauty, am I a poet or a sculptor?
Un samayal arayil…
Naan vekkam enraal, nee sivappa kannankala?
If I am shyness, are you the blush or the cheeks?
Naan theendal enraal, nee viralaa sparisangala?
If I am the touch, are you the fingers or the sensation?
Nee kuzhanthai enraal, naan thottilla thalaatta?
If you are a child, am I the cradle or the lullaby?
Nee thookkam enraal, naan madiya thalaiyana?
If you are sleep, am I the lap or a pillow?
Naan idhayam enraal, nee uyira thudi-thudippaa
If I am a heart, are you the life, or the heartbeat?
Un samayal arayil…
Nee vithaikal enraal, naan vEra viLainilamaa?
If you are seeds, am I the root or the fertility?
Nee virunthu enraal, naan pasiya rusiya?
If you are a feast, am I hunger or taste?
Nee kaïdi enraal, naan siraiya dhandanaiya?
If you are a prisoner, am I the jail or the punishment?
Nee mozhigal enraal, naan tamizha osaigalaa?
If you are language, am I Tamil or the sound?
Nee pothuvai enraal, naan bharathiya bharathithasana?
If you are Pothuvai*, am I Bharathi or Bharathidasan?
(*Pothuvai is the local name for Pondicherry, the land of great poets Bharati and Bharathidasan)
Nee…
Nee thanimai enraal, naan thunaiya dooratthila?
If you are solitude, am I your company, or far away from you?
Nee thunaithaan enraal, naan pesava yosikkava?
If you are my company, should I speak or think?
Nee thirumbi ninraal, naan nikkava poyvidavaa?
If you have your back turned to me, should I stay or go away?
Aa…Nee pokiraay enraal, naan azhaikkava azhuthidavaa?
If you go away, should I call out to you, or weep?
Nee kadhal enraal naan sariya thavara?
In your (if you are) love, am I right are wrong?
Un valathu kayyil paththu viral
On your right hand, there are ten fingers
En idathu kayyil paththu viral
On my left hand, there are ten fingers
Dooraththu megham, thooralkal sintha, Theertha mazhayil, thee kulippoo…
The clouds far-away, start a drizzle. Lets immolate ourselves in the rain…
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Sound of Music
As music is to sound
So poetry is to letters,
Bread to flour,
Wine to the grape--
What am I to you, then,
And what are you to me?
What application of heat and light,
What friction causes us to dissolve--
Me into you, you into me,
Hearts into souls into soul...
Us into them,
Until the sentences of our lives
Contain neither subject nor object--
Only that grand verb
To be?
So poetry is to letters,
Bread to flour,
Wine to the grape--
What am I to you, then,
And what are you to me?
What application of heat and light,
What friction causes us to dissolve--
Me into you, you into me,
Hearts into souls into soul...
Us into them,
Until the sentences of our lives
Contain neither subject nor object--
Only that grand verb
To be?
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Rim Jim...Rum Jum...Rum Jum
Seen anything greener?
Wouldn't mind getting marooned on an island like this one!
Rain on a thatched roof
Ronaldos in the making!
Rain in Kerala is a beauty to behold - transports you to a completely different world altogether. I’ve often felt that if there is heaven on earth, it must be in some parts of Kerala during the rains. These pictures are testimony of that.
This post is dedicated to a friend -'who shares my love for God's own country and the rains there...'
Rain is what I love. That explains why I was not fond of the rhyme ‘Rain rain go away’ in childhood…my baby loves that rhyme! Rain…it’s truly the most beautiful and blessing magnificent act of nature. (Yeah I say this despite the July 26 deluge in Mumbai!)
Some of my most vivid sensations are of the rain; I love
- The smell that springs from dry earth, when the first drops of rain fall on it…
- The feel of wet grass under your feet after a sudden downpour.
- The sound of the rain, pitter-patter on the ground…
- The sight of rain drops trickling from the roof and car windows…
- Cupping my hands to form a pool of rain, and wiping my face with the water…
- Turning my face towards the sky, and feeling the drops fall on my face…
- The freshness in the atmosphere and the earth after the rains…
- Fresh silvery green color of trees, dewy drops on leaves and flowers, puddles on the ground that go splash…
- The hot cuppa kapi Chiti used to make for me and Swe during rainy afternoons
- The steaming hot bajjis with lotssaa tomato ketchup…that Swe and me used to clean up, in the midst of sweet nothings.
- The shopping for rainwear…colourful umbrellas….slippers (used to be from Bata all the while), raincoats… rainproof bags…(ask me…was born a shopaholic!)
Some of my most vivid sensations are of the rain; I love
- The smell that springs from dry earth, when the first drops of rain fall on it…
- The feel of wet grass under your feet after a sudden downpour.
- The sound of the rain, pitter-patter on the ground…
- The sight of rain drops trickling from the roof and car windows…
- Cupping my hands to form a pool of rain, and wiping my face with the water…
- Turning my face towards the sky, and feeling the drops fall on my face…
- The freshness in the atmosphere and the earth after the rains…
- Fresh silvery green color of trees, dewy drops on leaves and flowers, puddles on the ground that go splash…
- The hot cuppa kapi Chiti used to make for me and Swe during rainy afternoons
- The steaming hot bajjis with lotssaa tomato ketchup…that Swe and me used to clean up, in the midst of sweet nothings.
- The shopping for rainwear…colourful umbrellas….slippers (used to be from Bata all the while), raincoats… rainproof bags…(ask me…was born a shopaholic!)
- Visit to temples (more so in kerala) where you get to encounter the open sky to have a darshanam of the diety. The teeny- weeny drops falling on you feel like blessings from the skies above!
Wishlist: To spend a monsoon weekend in an idyllic town in Kerala! Savour Vaazhakaai appam during the rain with steaming hot chai on a houseboat!
Wishlist: To spend a monsoon weekend in an idyllic town in Kerala! Savour Vaazhakaai appam during the rain with steaming hot chai on a houseboat!
Thank you note: Pictures courtesy - Manorma publications and a friend who is nearly as crazy as me about the rains...and the picture it paints in Kerala.
Sunny Days!
Mumbai’s beginning to have its mercury soaring! Today we’ve recorded a max of 33 degree Centrigrade (not much by Mumbai standards!). And this is not even the tip-of-iceberg (That challenges most oxymoronish expressions!). Yeah…I hate the heat…I have this constant war of words and mêlée of expressions with C to have the speed of the fan increased… or for that matter…to turn on the AC. (I even mentioned to him that maybe we must go in for a brand-new AC this summer…and the look he gave me in response…Thank God...Looks don’t really Kill!)
Now that we have the summer just round the corner…I decided to think of ‘hot’ things to look forward to this season –
1.) World Cup – That’s a great way to welcome the summers! Hopefully our Men in blue…do take the Pepsi Tag line (Please don’t come back soon!) seriously enough...and decide to stay put in the Caribbean islands and revive the interest of many like me who belong to the tribe - Once-loved-Indian-cricket team.
2.) Mangifera indica – Man…This is one fruit…that can get me commit crimes! Aam Ras…Mango milkshake…Mango icecream…Mango kulfi…Mango tarts...Mango anything will do for me!
3.) Happy children everywhere - With annual vacation in progress… I love the chitter-chatter of kiddos all over my apartment complex.. Yes! Apartment Complex only! Not at my home…I have a great (?) time managing my 4-year old threatening to pull stuff out of my refrigerator anyways!
4.) ‘Hot’ sultry afternoons – yeah for reasons more than one, its great feeling to munch on ice creams (yeah I like the that have nuts in them)
5.) Kaala Kata at Juhu – Now this is more like a wishlist entry… I have been wanting to hit the beach for over 6 months now..and catch up on my Kaala Kata ..slurp slurp…
6.) Time to get the skirts and sleeveless wonders out of the wardrobe. And yes...I shall finally exhaust my Banana-boat Sunscreen lotion! Its been there forever.
7.) Summer precedes my favorite season of the year…The Rain! Yeah…I love the rain! I miss the rain! I am working on a whole new blog on it!
Will post that shortly!
Now that we have the summer just round the corner…I decided to think of ‘hot’ things to look forward to this season –
1.) World Cup – That’s a great way to welcome the summers! Hopefully our Men in blue…do take the Pepsi Tag line (Please don’t come back soon!) seriously enough...and decide to stay put in the Caribbean islands and revive the interest of many like me who belong to the tribe - Once-loved-Indian-cricket team.
2.) Mangifera indica – Man…This is one fruit…that can get me commit crimes! Aam Ras…Mango milkshake…Mango icecream…Mango kulfi…Mango tarts...Mango anything will do for me!
3.) Happy children everywhere - With annual vacation in progress… I love the chitter-chatter of kiddos all over my apartment complex.. Yes! Apartment Complex only! Not at my home…I have a great (?) time managing my 4-year old threatening to pull stuff out of my refrigerator anyways!
4.) ‘Hot’ sultry afternoons – yeah for reasons more than one, its great feeling to munch on ice creams (yeah I like the that have nuts in them)
5.) Kaala Kata at Juhu – Now this is more like a wishlist entry… I have been wanting to hit the beach for over 6 months now..and catch up on my Kaala Kata ..slurp slurp…
6.) Time to get the skirts and sleeveless wonders out of the wardrobe. And yes...I shall finally exhaust my Banana-boat Sunscreen lotion! Its been there forever.
7.) Summer precedes my favorite season of the year…The Rain! Yeah…I love the rain! I miss the rain! I am working on a whole new blog on it!
Will post that shortly!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Missing the Manirathnam Magic
A Mani Ratnam movie to me is more than just two-and-a-half hours of enthrallment. The first Mani Movie (we’ll call it MM) I saw was 'Nayagan'. Often called "The Godfather" of Tamil cinema, as it portrays the life of an underworld don in Mumbai. The storyline is said to be based on the life of Varadaraj Mudaliar, it’s the intricate plot weaving that makes the film so very watch able every single time. Incidentally I was exposed to the concept of a brothel and a cabaret number in this movie! The last dialogue in movie wherein Kamal's grandson asks him, 'If he was a good or an evil man?' made Kamal look like God!
'Agni Nakshatram' was the next one I could manage to catch. How did he get the 100 kg Prabhu stuff himself into the clothes and role of the Asstn. Commissioner of Police; that too with so much style and poise! Foot tapping numbers... an effervescent Karthik, saucy Nirosha, chirpy Amla...A complex recipe dished out to perfection!
With 'Anjali' the subject of mentally challenged children's acceptance (rather rejection) by society at large was brought to light, set against a very entertaining background. Now how did he manage to get the five-year old to emote to excellence? It still leaves me spell-bound!
The Palaghat Ponnu that I am, I am addicted to Mamooty and Rajnikanth to equal lengths..Imagine the experience of having them share the screen with 'Thalapathi'! Adding to the feast were Shobana (undoubtedly possessor of the best pair of eyes!) and Bhanupriya (here its more than just eyes!). Woww...(demi) Gods on screen?
1992, is a significant year for me..my entry into the teens! 'Roja' just complemented it. Arvindswamy (the most good-looking guy only after my dad!) and Madhu (didnt like her much actually...J?) paired up on this romantic-patriotic (one and the same?) fable! I began paying attention to tamizh lyrics only post Roja...thanks to ARR! And my favourite number...Puthu Vellai Mazhai...is something I am in awe of till date! How did he get this idea of having the hero play the role of a Cryptologist? I mean, I never knew something like that existed...and I tried hunting for anyone belonging to that tribe until sometime back...when I decided to 'make-do' with a project manager instead!
Bombay, Iruvar, Alaipaayuthey, Kannathil Muthamittal, Yuva...I can go on!
Summarising (thanks to Client communication over the years...)
A MM to me meant -
- An actor nearly playing God!
- Gutsy Screenplay
- Foot tapping Music
- Lyrics that linger on
- Earthy Narration
Now cut to the present...
'Guru'..the recent most MM...the release I had waited for over an year eagerly...catching up on filmy news website (which I detest otherwise!), wikipedia (yes..theres a lengthy post on Guru there!) .... counting Fridays for the release....turned out to be such sheer disappointment.
My heart goes out to Aka-Abhishek (for more than being touted as the Abhi-Ash duo!). The sauve and stylish actor has given his 100% to turn out as the Rustic Gujju Bhania!
Screenplay seemed so dull...with deliberate attempts hitting out at the face in trying to carve a larger-than-life image of the hero (having very very close resemblance to Dhirubhai Ambani!)
What were the women doing in the movie anyway..Ash's presence was more of a cosmetic initiative. And Mallika Sherawat...I am sure she was meant to portray a role more than that of an 'item-girl'! Comeon...boy...you could clearly make out bad-editing job in the section of the movie where she's made an appearance. Was it not 'politically-right' to link the character to a lady who had the Oomph element in her? And what was the last scene about...equating the hero's character to that of Father of the nation? No Mani...Not You!
I bought the music CD long before the release of the movie...and am still lost trying to tap my foot to a number. Except for one song rendered by Hariharan...rest prove beyond doubt..that ARR needs a self-invigorating break!
Lyrics...Cant remember a single song by the first name! Trust me I tried hard to name the Hariharan song....No luck so far!
What seemed lacking to me in the movie is the complete lack of context... so its so very impertinent to talk about the narration at all! Now I dont dare watch the tamil version of the movie ever...
I am a believer of - 'Things must get really bad for them to get any better'. Hopefully this is true with MMs too...
Until Manirathnam decides to weave his magic again...I'll miss the magical MM moments! Hopefully the wait isnt too long!
'Agni Nakshatram' was the next one I could manage to catch. How did he get the 100 kg Prabhu stuff himself into the clothes and role of the Asstn. Commissioner of Police; that too with so much style and poise! Foot tapping numbers... an effervescent Karthik, saucy Nirosha, chirpy Amla...A complex recipe dished out to perfection!
With 'Anjali' the subject of mentally challenged children's acceptance (rather rejection) by society at large was brought to light, set against a very entertaining background. Now how did he manage to get the five-year old to emote to excellence? It still leaves me spell-bound!
The Palaghat Ponnu that I am, I am addicted to Mamooty and Rajnikanth to equal lengths..Imagine the experience of having them share the screen with 'Thalapathi'! Adding to the feast were Shobana (undoubtedly possessor of the best pair of eyes!) and Bhanupriya (here its more than just eyes!). Woww...(demi) Gods on screen?
1992, is a significant year for me..my entry into the teens! 'Roja' just complemented it. Arvindswamy (the most good-looking guy only after my dad!) and Madhu (didnt like her much actually...J?) paired up on this romantic-patriotic (one and the same?) fable! I began paying attention to tamizh lyrics only post Roja...thanks to ARR! And my favourite number...Puthu Vellai Mazhai...is something I am in awe of till date! How did he get this idea of having the hero play the role of a Cryptologist? I mean, I never knew something like that existed...and I tried hunting for anyone belonging to that tribe until sometime back...when I decided to 'make-do' with a project manager instead!
Bombay, Iruvar, Alaipaayuthey, Kannathil Muthamittal, Yuva...I can go on!
Summarising (thanks to Client communication over the years...)
A MM to me meant -
- An actor nearly playing God!
- Gutsy Screenplay
- Foot tapping Music
- Lyrics that linger on
- Earthy Narration
Now cut to the present...
'Guru'..the recent most MM...the release I had waited for over an year eagerly...catching up on filmy news website (which I detest otherwise!), wikipedia (yes..theres a lengthy post on Guru there!) .... counting Fridays for the release....turned out to be such sheer disappointment.
My heart goes out to Aka-Abhishek (for more than being touted as the Abhi-Ash duo!). The sauve and stylish actor has given his 100% to turn out as the Rustic Gujju Bhania!
Screenplay seemed so dull...with deliberate attempts hitting out at the face in trying to carve a larger-than-life image of the hero (having very very close resemblance to Dhirubhai Ambani!)
What were the women doing in the movie anyway..Ash's presence was more of a cosmetic initiative. And Mallika Sherawat...I am sure she was meant to portray a role more than that of an 'item-girl'! Comeon...boy...you could clearly make out bad-editing job in the section of the movie where she's made an appearance. Was it not 'politically-right' to link the character to a lady who had the Oomph element in her? And what was the last scene about...equating the hero's character to that of Father of the nation? No Mani...Not You!
I bought the music CD long before the release of the movie...and am still lost trying to tap my foot to a number. Except for one song rendered by Hariharan...rest prove beyond doubt..that ARR needs a self-invigorating break!
Lyrics...Cant remember a single song by the first name! Trust me I tried hard to name the Hariharan song....No luck so far!
What seemed lacking to me in the movie is the complete lack of context... so its so very impertinent to talk about the narration at all! Now I dont dare watch the tamil version of the movie ever...
I am a believer of - 'Things must get really bad for them to get any better'. Hopefully this is true with MMs too...
Until Manirathnam decides to weave his magic again...I'll miss the magical MM moments! Hopefully the wait isnt too long!
Friday, March 2, 2007
Celebrating Womanhood with Reverence to the Sacred Feminine
I have spent my early childhood at Kerala, my home state. Besides being touted as the God’s own Country by the tourism industry over the last decade, Kerala to me symbolizes the land where God (and the Goddesses) come alive!
In this context, a temple that is really close to my heart is that of the Bhagavathy temple dedicated to the Supreme Goddess located at Trivandrum at a suburb known as 'Attukal'. During my childhood days, I used to travel to school in a shared auto rickshaw and we would frequently pass through the temple. Our auto uncle as we fondly referred to him (his real name is Ashokan!) used be gracious enough to let us have a quick visit to the temple on some rare occasions, while making sure that we reached our school still well before time!
A celebration that’s really fresh in my memory is the ‘Atttukal Pongala Mahotsavam’ – the annual festival at the temple. It’s colloquially referred to as the ‘Pongala’ – meaning Sweet porridge!
The week preceding the festival, the city, especially the area around the temple, used to take on a different character. Temporary shops sprang up along the streets with peddlers selling garments, earthenware, ice creams, snacks, and toys besides whole lot of other merchandize. Malls were unheard of, so were traffic jams! Devotional songs blared out from a public-address system, drowned at times by the loud boom of exploding firecrackers – an offering peculiar to this temple.
Over the years, the festival has grown into one of the most important community festivals of the state that the day of the 'pongala' is a holiday, with many parts of the city closed to vehicular traffic. What sets Attukal Pongala apart from other community gatherings is that it is believed to be the largest `women-only' religious event in the world and has been known to attract between 5 and 15 lakh women devotees in recent years.
The offering of Pongala is a very special temple practice in the southern part of Kerala. Attukal Mahotsavam is a 10-day long and Pongala is offered on the auspicious day of Pooram star, which coincides with full moon. On ‘Pongala’ day, the fragrance of incense, sandalwood and coconut oil mingle with the smoke from hundreds of thousands of open hearths as the women cook the sweet porridge of rice, jaggery and coconut, in earthen pots as an offering to the Goddess.
What is inspiring about the ‘Pongala’ is the capacity of women from all walks of life to come together in harmony and peace with a single purpose. It’s an opportunity to silently bow in reverence to the Supreme Mother with single-minded devotion. For the advocates of gender inequality debates, I’d suggest plan a visit to this festival. It’s a celebration of Womanhood that you are likely to experience, dedicated to the sacred feminine!
Wish note: Being part of the Pongala was my mother’s long-cherished wish; I Pray the Goddess bestows me with one such opportunity.
In this context, a temple that is really close to my heart is that of the Bhagavathy temple dedicated to the Supreme Goddess located at Trivandrum at a suburb known as 'Attukal'. During my childhood days, I used to travel to school in a shared auto rickshaw and we would frequently pass through the temple. Our auto uncle as we fondly referred to him (his real name is Ashokan!) used be gracious enough to let us have a quick visit to the temple on some rare occasions, while making sure that we reached our school still well before time!
A celebration that’s really fresh in my memory is the ‘Atttukal Pongala Mahotsavam’ – the annual festival at the temple. It’s colloquially referred to as the ‘Pongala’ – meaning Sweet porridge!
The week preceding the festival, the city, especially the area around the temple, used to take on a different character. Temporary shops sprang up along the streets with peddlers selling garments, earthenware, ice creams, snacks, and toys besides whole lot of other merchandize. Malls were unheard of, so were traffic jams! Devotional songs blared out from a public-address system, drowned at times by the loud boom of exploding firecrackers – an offering peculiar to this temple.
Over the years, the festival has grown into one of the most important community festivals of the state that the day of the 'pongala' is a holiday, with many parts of the city closed to vehicular traffic. What sets Attukal Pongala apart from other community gatherings is that it is believed to be the largest `women-only' religious event in the world and has been known to attract between 5 and 15 lakh women devotees in recent years.
The offering of Pongala is a very special temple practice in the southern part of Kerala. Attukal Mahotsavam is a 10-day long and Pongala is offered on the auspicious day of Pooram star, which coincides with full moon. On ‘Pongala’ day, the fragrance of incense, sandalwood and coconut oil mingle with the smoke from hundreds of thousands of open hearths as the women cook the sweet porridge of rice, jaggery and coconut, in earthen pots as an offering to the Goddess.
What is inspiring about the ‘Pongala’ is the capacity of women from all walks of life to come together in harmony and peace with a single purpose. It’s an opportunity to silently bow in reverence to the Supreme Mother with single-minded devotion. For the advocates of gender inequality debates, I’d suggest plan a visit to this festival. It’s a celebration of Womanhood that you are likely to experience, dedicated to the sacred feminine!
Wish note: Being part of the Pongala was my mother’s long-cherished wish; I Pray the Goddess bestows me with one such opportunity.
Also of interest: Dianne E Jenett of the New College of California made Pongala the topic for her Doctoral thesis. Titled ‘Red Rice for Bhagavathy’, Dianne's dissertation examines the `pongala' ritual from the eyes of a cross-section of women in Kerala.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Hyderabad to Cyberabad…Now Celebrating Life!
I have childhood memories of Hyderabad; my aunt and uncle were stationed there. Besides being my favourite aunt’s home, Hyderabad to me meant a whole lotta things – Juicy mangoes, matka kulfi, Ganna juice, the ubiquitous chilli bajjias besides the crispy cotton clothes! There is this place called ‘Charmas’ from where I was once gifted a purple colored frock and I felt like a princess wearing it! I clearly remember my cousin taking me (triples) along with his friend on a TVS 50 around the city… with his friend getting off at traffic signals to avoid the cops’ glare!
Cut to the last decade…Hyderabad …from once being a city that brought a twinkle to my eye….now left me hurt and totally disillusioned. It was here that I had my tete-a-tete with …despair, deciet, insecurity, and more wounds to nurse; in short a place I lost myself completely. I had begun to detest people from Andhra, the telgu language and anything remotely to do with the pearl city.
Couple of days ago, I had this oppurtunity to have an impromptu visit to the city again! I am glad it was a trip where I had very little reaction time to think about my past experience with the city. Just out of the airport, I was kissed by the crisp breeze blowing on my face. The roads were like magic…havent experienced flawless roads in a long long time now!
Whoever said Ahmedabad was a foodie’s paradise, I beg to differ. Hyderabad’s Arrived! Its no more to do with just the ..Mirchi ka Salan or the signature ‘Hyderabadi Biryani’! Wanna spice it up with an array of tongue tickling chutneys…then ‘Chutneys’ is the place you are seeking. Want a peshawari ambience in a low-lit setting, with men in khakhis taking your orders…Check out ‘Guffa’. U have the romantic bone in you …take your girl out to ‘Mehfil’. An ambience that adorns the sparkle of the golden sun, and the warmth of your love… transpired through the melody of a live-ghazal…a perfect combination to get her melt in your arms!
An early morning drizzle and I got to smell the raw earth, that got me take on to my feet…to dissolve in the redness of the reddest (I know such a term doesn’t exist!) flower in the garden. I had a huge ganesha smiling at me as if to wish me a good day ahead…cleared of all obstacles that I would have to face!
Come evening and I loved to watch the city adorn the twilight. Here I was looking at huge LCD screens, displaying colourful Ads from pension plans to the latest fruit drink in town. I have always noticed this thing about Hyderabad. People there try to ape the USA in whatever way possible. May be because a whole lotta people from there have their beta-betis-bahus living in the once-called Land of Oppurtunity! (I’d believe India’s the most happening place to be in right now!) For a Beverly Hills in the USA you have a Banjara Hills in aka-hyderabad; Missed visting the Universal Studios? A detour of the Ramoji Film city helps tickle your buds of imagination, if not completely satisfy it.
They say…Everything in life comes a full circle…and I cant agree with this any better! I had closely watched the city blossom into the Cyberabad...If you think India’s Shinning now…I’d say…Visit Hyderabad…its Celebrating Life! And for me it’s a mental battle I’ve own*!
* This little piece of cluttered typing is dedicated to those ‘S’pecial people who have made this possible by putting up with me even when I have been a such a pain to be with!
Cut to the last decade…Hyderabad …from once being a city that brought a twinkle to my eye….now left me hurt and totally disillusioned. It was here that I had my tete-a-tete with …despair, deciet, insecurity, and more wounds to nurse; in short a place I lost myself completely. I had begun to detest people from Andhra, the telgu language and anything remotely to do with the pearl city.
Couple of days ago, I had this oppurtunity to have an impromptu visit to the city again! I am glad it was a trip where I had very little reaction time to think about my past experience with the city. Just out of the airport, I was kissed by the crisp breeze blowing on my face. The roads were like magic…havent experienced flawless roads in a long long time now!
Whoever said Ahmedabad was a foodie’s paradise, I beg to differ. Hyderabad’s Arrived! Its no more to do with just the ..Mirchi ka Salan or the signature ‘Hyderabadi Biryani’! Wanna spice it up with an array of tongue tickling chutneys…then ‘Chutneys’ is the place you are seeking. Want a peshawari ambience in a low-lit setting, with men in khakhis taking your orders…Check out ‘Guffa’. U have the romantic bone in you …take your girl out to ‘Mehfil’. An ambience that adorns the sparkle of the golden sun, and the warmth of your love… transpired through the melody of a live-ghazal…a perfect combination to get her melt in your arms!
An early morning drizzle and I got to smell the raw earth, that got me take on to my feet…to dissolve in the redness of the reddest (I know such a term doesn’t exist!) flower in the garden. I had a huge ganesha smiling at me as if to wish me a good day ahead…cleared of all obstacles that I would have to face!
Come evening and I loved to watch the city adorn the twilight. Here I was looking at huge LCD screens, displaying colourful Ads from pension plans to the latest fruit drink in town. I have always noticed this thing about Hyderabad. People there try to ape the USA in whatever way possible. May be because a whole lotta people from there have their beta-betis-bahus living in the once-called Land of Oppurtunity! (I’d believe India’s the most happening place to be in right now!) For a Beverly Hills in the USA you have a Banjara Hills in aka-hyderabad; Missed visting the Universal Studios? A detour of the Ramoji Film city helps tickle your buds of imagination, if not completely satisfy it.
They say…Everything in life comes a full circle…and I cant agree with this any better! I had closely watched the city blossom into the Cyberabad...If you think India’s Shinning now…I’d say…Visit Hyderabad…its Celebrating Life! And for me it’s a mental battle I’ve own*!
* This little piece of cluttered typing is dedicated to those ‘S’pecial people who have made this possible by putting up with me even when I have been a such a pain to be with!
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Kirchoff's Law
Kirchoff's Current Law
At every node, the sum of all currents entering a node must equal zero.
Kirchoff's Voltage Law
The voltage law says that the sum of voltages around every closed loop in the circuit must equal zero.
Now kindly apply the same and solve the diagrams shown above! (I've still not given up!)
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Fabulous, Fantastic, Fervent…that’s February for me!
Things I love about February
It’s the month with the least number of working days
Perhaps the time when your bank account gets credited at a rate faster than it gets debited
It’s the month when the town adorns a tinge of red
Perhaps the time when people wear their hearts on their sleeve
It’s the month when I brought to life the labor of love
Perhaps the time the girl in me came of age hearing to the shrill cry of my bundle of joy
It’s the month I rediscovered love
Perhaps the girl in me came to life again!
It’s the month with the least number of working days
Perhaps the time when your bank account gets credited at a rate faster than it gets debited
It’s the month when the town adorns a tinge of red
Perhaps the time when people wear their hearts on their sleeve
It’s the month when I brought to life the labor of love
Perhaps the time the girl in me came of age hearing to the shrill cry of my bundle of joy
It’s the month I rediscovered love
Perhaps the girl in me came to life again!
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Look Who’s Talking!
Now this post is meant to be a dynamic one. There r these sweet nothings and thought provoking pearls that my brat mouths. It’s a part of socio-emotional development I guess. I treasure each one of them. Am afraid, I might lose track of them with time. Hence want to keep them on record somewhere. It’ll be lovely share it with the boy himself once he grows up!
- Shania on 141! ( 23/101/2007)
He has learnt to memorize Phone numbers. So what if they happen to be 3-digit intercom numbers. R tells me that he wants to call Shania on 141. And when I ask him how he remembers the number. Here goes the rationale – She lives in A-block…and A=1; the lift stops in 4th floor when he goes to her house to play, so its 4 and she also stays in 401 like us (we stay in 501!). So its 141! Actually, that’s the nomenclature followed …it was really amusing to hear him spell the logic!
- Policeman calling!
R gets back from school at 11.30. I call home at around 11.45ish to enquire about his activities. People at home used to tell him that’s the policeman calling to check on him! He never got to talk to me on that call. Last week, he picks the phone says hello….I didn’t respond. He is quick to remark…WRONG NUMBER! Since about a week now… I have stopped calling home at 11.45!
-Energy Transfer!
On a lazy saturday afternoon, I decided to augment his nutritional status with a glass of freshly made Watermelon juice. He was just out of his nap and appeared a little cranky. I decided to bank on the Power Rangers to convince him to have the juice. I said something like...Its red coloured juice, so he'd be full of red power as soon as he drinks the juice. He instantly got up from the couch, came near the dining table, pointed at the glass with his right hand and remarks...Watermelon Juice...Red energy transfer! and within seconds gobbled up the entire lot! Needless to say, it left me puzzled a little and then in splits of laughter!
- First Hindi Rhyme - 02/02/07
Machli Jal khi Raani Hai
Jeevan Uska Paani Hai
Haath lagao ge tho Dar Jayegi
Bahar Nikaalo ge tho Mar Jayegi
It took us nearly 5 times of repeated naration to pick up what he exactly meant! Its simply superb to hear him recite this one! Muaaaaaaaah
- New words in the vocab! - 13/03/07
Yeah..he now goes to the kindergarden...has this whole band of play pals...comes up with new words every now and then.
Over the last week, two of his 'new' word expressions caught me by surprise in particular.
Scene 1 - R was playing with the building blocks, trying to assemble the pieces to make a car look-alike or something, while I was reading a book. Roughly ten minutes of assembling effort and he said... Mommy ..Heres the car! The brain that I possess can recognize only assembled objects not the mode of assembly...I said..Wow sweetie...that's so cool! R was quick to remark...Mummy u need to say - ' Excellent Piece of Work'.
Scene 2 - Mumbai has begun witnessing the temperature soares....This morning was different...it seemed like we might have a drizzle....I looked at the sky through my bay window and said aloud...Looks like it may rain! R added in a matter-of-fact tone,'Mummy...it's cloudy!'
Woow! I was blushing to myself...My boy sure has begun to have his way with words!
- Shania on 141! ( 23/101/2007)
He has learnt to memorize Phone numbers. So what if they happen to be 3-digit intercom numbers. R tells me that he wants to call Shania on 141. And when I ask him how he remembers the number. Here goes the rationale – She lives in A-block…and A=1; the lift stops in 4th floor when he goes to her house to play, so its 4 and she also stays in 401 like us (we stay in 501!). So its 141! Actually, that’s the nomenclature followed …it was really amusing to hear him spell the logic!
- Policeman calling!
R gets back from school at 11.30. I call home at around 11.45ish to enquire about his activities. People at home used to tell him that’s the policeman calling to check on him! He never got to talk to me on that call. Last week, he picks the phone says hello….I didn’t respond. He is quick to remark…WRONG NUMBER! Since about a week now… I have stopped calling home at 11.45!
-Energy Transfer!
On a lazy saturday afternoon, I decided to augment his nutritional status with a glass of freshly made Watermelon juice. He was just out of his nap and appeared a little cranky. I decided to bank on the Power Rangers to convince him to have the juice. I said something like...Its red coloured juice, so he'd be full of red power as soon as he drinks the juice. He instantly got up from the couch, came near the dining table, pointed at the glass with his right hand and remarks...Watermelon Juice...Red energy transfer! and within seconds gobbled up the entire lot! Needless to say, it left me puzzled a little and then in splits of laughter!
- First Hindi Rhyme - 02/02/07
Machli Jal khi Raani Hai
Jeevan Uska Paani Hai
Haath lagao ge tho Dar Jayegi
Bahar Nikaalo ge tho Mar Jayegi
It took us nearly 5 times of repeated naration to pick up what he exactly meant! Its simply superb to hear him recite this one! Muaaaaaaaah
- New words in the vocab! - 13/03/07
Yeah..he now goes to the kindergarden...has this whole band of play pals...comes up with new words every now and then.
Over the last week, two of his 'new' word expressions caught me by surprise in particular.
Scene 1 - R was playing with the building blocks, trying to assemble the pieces to make a car look-alike or something, while I was reading a book. Roughly ten minutes of assembling effort and he said... Mommy ..Heres the car! The brain that I possess can recognize only assembled objects not the mode of assembly...I said..Wow sweetie...that's so cool! R was quick to remark...Mummy u need to say - ' Excellent Piece of Work'.
Scene 2 - Mumbai has begun witnessing the temperature soares....This morning was different...it seemed like we might have a drizzle....I looked at the sky through my bay window and said aloud...Looks like it may rain! R added in a matter-of-fact tone,'Mummy...it's cloudy!'
Woow! I was blushing to myself...My boy sure has begun to have his way with words!
My most prized writing...
When I told my parents that I was Ready to get married, I was put through this bombardment of questions (Understandably!). And i decided to write back to them giving them my outlook on marriage! A brief excerpt (ofcourse partly edited!) Unarguably my most prized writing...Help me secure my man in matrimony!
Why Marriage?
A tough one to begin with....
An ardent believer in love, I do understand that marriage can also be frustrating, infuriating, annoying and most important of all - unpredictable!
I am aware that no marriage irrespective of how good or successful it is is without its blights and flaws. I know there will be tumult and turbulence, conflict and rage. But through all of that, I would never doubt one thing - Marriage in itself as an institution.
I believe that marriage with all its complex, complicating, dizzying ingredients still remains my number one comfort zone. I guess at the end of the day, that's all that counts.
As a matter of fact, I like being and staying married. I enjoy being recognized as a 'married lady'. Mrs. So-and So. I take pride in my marital status. (Retrospectively..I still have retained my maiden name!)
One thing in marriage - I can’t put up with!
Again, I find it difficult to view marriage as an arrangement by spelling out the terms and conditions contractually.
However, Indifference and Abuse at any level - Verbal, physical, emotional - constitutes 'foul' in my vocabulary. And I would never be a part of a 'foul' game!
Marriage to me is a platform to think about, discuss and share the vital emotions that go into building a relationship - often with a stranger (i believe u never know 'all' of 'anyone'!). and I would not like to make any compromises with the components I use in building this unique structure of marriage. I'd like to believe that - my investment into this goes in the form of - Trust, Friendship that i share with him and Commitment to make the most of this relationship.
Last but to not least, to me Marriage is a Memory. If the good memories outnumber the bad ones I would consider myself in a happy Marriage!
Why Marriage?
A tough one to begin with....
An ardent believer in love, I do understand that marriage can also be frustrating, infuriating, annoying and most important of all - unpredictable!
I am aware that no marriage irrespective of how good or successful it is is without its blights and flaws. I know there will be tumult and turbulence, conflict and rage. But through all of that, I would never doubt one thing - Marriage in itself as an institution.
I believe that marriage with all its complex, complicating, dizzying ingredients still remains my number one comfort zone. I guess at the end of the day, that's all that counts.
As a matter of fact, I like being and staying married. I enjoy being recognized as a 'married lady'. Mrs. So-and So. I take pride in my marital status. (Retrospectively..I still have retained my maiden name!)
One thing in marriage - I can’t put up with!
Again, I find it difficult to view marriage as an arrangement by spelling out the terms and conditions contractually.
However, Indifference and Abuse at any level - Verbal, physical, emotional - constitutes 'foul' in my vocabulary. And I would never be a part of a 'foul' game!
Marriage to me is a platform to think about, discuss and share the vital emotions that go into building a relationship - often with a stranger (i believe u never know 'all' of 'anyone'!). and I would not like to make any compromises with the components I use in building this unique structure of marriage. I'd like to believe that - my investment into this goes in the form of - Trust, Friendship that i share with him and Commitment to make the most of this relationship.
Last but to not least, to me Marriage is a Memory. If the good memories outnumber the bad ones I would consider myself in a happy Marriage!
Monday, January 15, 2007
Daddy's girl!
The other day, C and me managed to smuggle some time and snuggle into a restaurant overlooking the enthralling Marine Drive. While we were busy relishing the yummy palak rice and schezwaan potatoes, there was this family of four (mom, dad and two daughters) occupying the table next to ours. Their conversation that we got to overhear set rolling a kaleidoscope of vibrant memories in me. Besides the fact that they spoke Tamil (actually tamil of palakkad origin, which I relate to largely), the father on that table, reminded me so much of my own dad – In constitution and Character.
My father, or appa as I fondly refer to him has and continues to be my hero. My Daddy’s strongest kinda image. A space scientist by profession, he has donned various roles ranging from that of a professor to an advocate of Knowledge Management systems!
A man of average build and oodles of assertiveness… that’s him! Back in my early teens (not toooo long ago) I used to proclaim that the there were just two men on earth who looked handsome despite sporting a moustache… One was Arvind Swamy (the cryptologist in Roja!), the other being my appa.
I distinctly remember that all through our childhood, I was beaten only once by him; and that too when I really really fussed eating my breakfast. He hit me with my grandfather’s walking stick. As luck had it… the area turned a bit blue in colour (honestly vis-à-vis my mom’s beatings…it was anything but painful). However, I made such a ruckus, even faked mild unconsciousness. (He he)
He loves blue colour, to the extent that during a particular period, all the shirts he wore complied with some or the other shade of Blue! Until recently he never paid much attention to what he wore. Meetings, lectures, or just a casual movie at the theater, it wasn’t hard to spot him in a (blue) tee-shirt, sporting a shoulder bag (they then became executive briefcase kinda thingie!) and his signature smile.
In the family circles, his witty sense of humour is much talked of. During one of our visits to my mother’s native (a town called Tirunelveli in Tamilnadu) we were relishing sharbath by the street stall. The number of houseflies whizzing past the drink was bogging us down. Appa was quick to suggest to the vendor (la juicemaker) , if he ever considered keeping a glass of sharbath dedicatedly for the houseflies so that they don’t bother customers coming to the stall. One can only imagine the expression on the vendor’s face!
Another popular incident that often does the rounds is that of his stay at Indian Institute of Management, Ahmedabad. At that point of time Appa was so sickened with the ubiquitous Aloo figuring in almost anything edible, that he was craving for a simple sada-dosa. Contrary to the current scenario, people up north (or shall I say West, considering it was Ahmedabad!) related only to masala dosa. So any dosa meant only masala dosa; dosa stuffed with the holy potato gravy! He tried explaining to the waiter time and again what he wanted, with very little success. Finally, he asked the waiter to get him –‘Dosa ka Cover’ and no points for guessing the results that yielded. He indulged in a hearty meal!
Now that brings me to his favorite meal menu. A globetrotter that he’s been, his meal preference is still so predictable – A crispy dosa, (masala dosa at times), curd rice and a cup of steaming hot coffee (the sacred trinity?). I admit at times it can be a put off to plan a dining expedition at a specialty restaurant, which doesn’t serve any of the three. Not that he would ever oppose, but then I know heart in hearts he yearns for the sacred trinity!
A Movie and cricket buff, he could watch almost any match or movie on earth. Lets say there’s a match played between Patiyala and Palakkad at Perth, he would still watch it despite the time zone difference. He has this innate ability to sit through any movie. Vijayakanth (a senior Tamil actor, having the shiniest set of pearls) is his favorite action hero.
Behind this tolerant, soft-spoken self was a tough-taskmaster. His Avataar as the Hitler in the NITIE campus came us a surprise to us. Besides being an academician, he also functioned as the Placement officer at NITIE. NITIE is a green Pasteur for Industrial engineering minds and handsome bodies. Almost every professor’s daughter (even the plain Jane types!) could boast of at least one romantic proposal from the hunks on the campus. We (Sis and me) were the only barred souls. Very few had the cheek to get to the Hitler’s girls I guess.
Now a parent myself, I would want to believe that I am grown up now…but would never want to outgrow being appa’s girl!
My father, or appa as I fondly refer to him has and continues to be my hero. My Daddy’s strongest kinda image. A space scientist by profession, he has donned various roles ranging from that of a professor to an advocate of Knowledge Management systems!
A man of average build and oodles of assertiveness… that’s him! Back in my early teens (not toooo long ago) I used to proclaim that the there were just two men on earth who looked handsome despite sporting a moustache… One was Arvind Swamy (the cryptologist in Roja!), the other being my appa.
I distinctly remember that all through our childhood, I was beaten only once by him; and that too when I really really fussed eating my breakfast. He hit me with my grandfather’s walking stick. As luck had it… the area turned a bit blue in colour (honestly vis-à-vis my mom’s beatings…it was anything but painful). However, I made such a ruckus, even faked mild unconsciousness. (He he)
He loves blue colour, to the extent that during a particular period, all the shirts he wore complied with some or the other shade of Blue! Until recently he never paid much attention to what he wore. Meetings, lectures, or just a casual movie at the theater, it wasn’t hard to spot him in a (blue) tee-shirt, sporting a shoulder bag (they then became executive briefcase kinda thingie!) and his signature smile.
In the family circles, his witty sense of humour is much talked of. During one of our visits to my mother’s native (a town called Tirunelveli in Tamilnadu) we were relishing sharbath by the street stall. The number of houseflies whizzing past the drink was bogging us down. Appa was quick to suggest to the vendor (la juicemaker) , if he ever considered keeping a glass of sharbath dedicatedly for the houseflies so that they don’t bother customers coming to the stall. One can only imagine the expression on the vendor’s face!
Another popular incident that often does the rounds is that of his stay at Indian Institute of Management, Ahmedabad. At that point of time Appa was so sickened with the ubiquitous Aloo figuring in almost anything edible, that he was craving for a simple sada-dosa. Contrary to the current scenario, people up north (or shall I say West, considering it was Ahmedabad!) related only to masala dosa. So any dosa meant only masala dosa; dosa stuffed with the holy potato gravy! He tried explaining to the waiter time and again what he wanted, with very little success. Finally, he asked the waiter to get him –‘Dosa ka Cover’ and no points for guessing the results that yielded. He indulged in a hearty meal!
Now that brings me to his favorite meal menu. A globetrotter that he’s been, his meal preference is still so predictable – A crispy dosa, (masala dosa at times), curd rice and a cup of steaming hot coffee (the sacred trinity?). I admit at times it can be a put off to plan a dining expedition at a specialty restaurant, which doesn’t serve any of the three. Not that he would ever oppose, but then I know heart in hearts he yearns for the sacred trinity!
A Movie and cricket buff, he could watch almost any match or movie on earth. Lets say there’s a match played between Patiyala and Palakkad at Perth, he would still watch it despite the time zone difference. He has this innate ability to sit through any movie. Vijayakanth (a senior Tamil actor, having the shiniest set of pearls) is his favorite action hero.
Behind this tolerant, soft-spoken self was a tough-taskmaster. His Avataar as the Hitler in the NITIE campus came us a surprise to us. Besides being an academician, he also functioned as the Placement officer at NITIE. NITIE is a green Pasteur for Industrial engineering minds and handsome bodies. Almost every professor’s daughter (even the plain Jane types!) could boast of at least one romantic proposal from the hunks on the campus. We (Sis and me) were the only barred souls. Very few had the cheek to get to the Hitler’s girls I guess.
Now a parent myself, I would want to believe that I am grown up now…but would never want to outgrow being appa’s girl!
Friday, January 5, 2007
Soul-Stirrer!
Couple of days ago, I went out for a team lunch at a neat place called Pop Tates! Besides the delicous pasta and delightful company I was with, one thing that made the trip memorable is our car-ride back to the office.
There was this lovely song I heard for the first time...Its called Javeda Zindagi from the movie Anwaar.
Javeda Zindagi is simply irresistible. The soft and subtle waterfalls noises melting out with soulfully romantic vocals is a musical delight rendered by Mithoon. The alluring part is that it is a duet – but an unparalleled one at that. The romantic idealism rendered through Hasan Kamaal lyrics are visited through the sounds of natural delights and classically enriched vocal impact by Kshitij and Shipa Rao.
Developing a snail’s pace, Kshitij’s voice blends into these guitar strumming, tabla loops and soft strings delicately. Complex and sensible, the piece marries genres and experiences and captures sounds and moods unheard before. Shlipa Rao’s breathy effervescent vocals seem to strike an enchanting feminine equilibrium to Kshitij's emotionally quivering vocals . The orchestra responds superbly, the sound is brilliant and clear – is this a dream? Nope...its for real!
Hear it for its soulfully delightful romanticism!
Lyrics for the sing-along freaks..(am not even attempting...I'd rather meditate on this one!)
tose nainaa laage - 2
tose nainaa laage piyaa savren nahi basamein ab ye jiyaa savren - 2
muhobbat to ek jaavedaa jindagi hai - 2
tose nainaa laage mili roshani tose man jo laagaa mili jindagi - 2
muhobbat to ek jaavedaa jindagi hai - 2
muhobbat ki hai daasataa jindagi muhobbat naa ho to kahaa jindagi - 2
muhobbat to ek jaavedaa jindagi hai - 2
tose nainaa laage
shamaa ko pighalane kaa armaan kyun hai
patangeko jalane kaa aramaan kyun hai
isi shauk kaa imtihaan jindagi hai - 2
muhobbat jise baksh de jindagaani
nahi maut par khatm usaki kahaani
kaise jiyaa jaaye - 3 ishq bin
nahi koi insaan muhobbat se khaali
har ek ruh pyaasi har ek dil savaani
muhobbat jahaan hai wahaa jindagi hai
muhobbat naa ho to kahaa jindagi hai
tose nainaa laage mili roshani tose man jo laagaa mili jindagi - 2
muhobbat jise baksh de jindagaani
nahi maut par khatm usaki kahaani
There was this lovely song I heard for the first time...Its called Javeda Zindagi from the movie Anwaar.
Javeda Zindagi is simply irresistible. The soft and subtle waterfalls noises melting out with soulfully romantic vocals is a musical delight rendered by Mithoon. The alluring part is that it is a duet – but an unparalleled one at that. The romantic idealism rendered through Hasan Kamaal lyrics are visited through the sounds of natural delights and classically enriched vocal impact by Kshitij and Shipa Rao.
Developing a snail’s pace, Kshitij’s voice blends into these guitar strumming, tabla loops and soft strings delicately. Complex and sensible, the piece marries genres and experiences and captures sounds and moods unheard before. Shlipa Rao’s breathy effervescent vocals seem to strike an enchanting feminine equilibrium to Kshitij's emotionally quivering vocals . The orchestra responds superbly, the sound is brilliant and clear – is this a dream? Nope...its for real!
Hear it for its soulfully delightful romanticism!
Lyrics for the sing-along freaks..(am not even attempting...I'd rather meditate on this one!)
tose nainaa laage - 2
tose nainaa laage piyaa savren nahi basamein ab ye jiyaa savren - 2
muhobbat to ek jaavedaa jindagi hai - 2
tose nainaa laage mili roshani tose man jo laagaa mili jindagi - 2
muhobbat to ek jaavedaa jindagi hai - 2
muhobbat ki hai daasataa jindagi muhobbat naa ho to kahaa jindagi - 2
muhobbat to ek jaavedaa jindagi hai - 2
tose nainaa laage
shamaa ko pighalane kaa armaan kyun hai
patangeko jalane kaa aramaan kyun hai
isi shauk kaa imtihaan jindagi hai - 2
muhobbat jise baksh de jindagaani
nahi maut par khatm usaki kahaani
kaise jiyaa jaaye - 3 ishq bin
nahi koi insaan muhobbat se khaali
har ek ruh pyaasi har ek dil savaani
muhobbat jahaan hai wahaa jindagi hai
muhobbat naa ho to kahaa jindagi hai
tose nainaa laage mili roshani tose man jo laagaa mili jindagi - 2
muhobbat jise baksh de jindagaani
nahi maut par khatm usaki kahaani
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
The Woman's Guide to What Men actually mean!
"I'm hungry." = I'm hungry
"I'm sleepy." = I'm sleepy
"I'm tired." = I'm tired
"Do you want to go to a movie?" = I'd eventually like to have sex with you
"Can I take you out to dinner?" = Same as Above
"Can I call you sometime?" = Same as Above
"Nice dress!" = Nice cleavage!
"You look tense, let me give you a massage." = I want to feel your bare skin
"What's wrong?" = I don't see why you are making such a big deal out of this
"What's wrong?" = What meaningless self-inflicted psychological trauma are you going through now?
"I love you, too." = Okay, I said it...we'd better have sex now!
"Yes, I like the way you cut your hair." = I liked it better before.
"Yes, I like the way you cut your hair." =350 bucks and it doesn't look that much different!
"Let's talk." = I am trying to impress you by showing that I am a deep person and maybe then we can get down to business
"Will you marry me?" = I want to make it illegal for you to have sex with other guys
(while shopping) "I like that one better." = Pick any freakin' dress and let's go home!
"I'm sleepy." = I'm sleepy
"I'm tired." = I'm tired
"Do you want to go to a movie?" = I'd eventually like to have sex with you
"Can I take you out to dinner?" = Same as Above
"Can I call you sometime?" = Same as Above
"Nice dress!" = Nice cleavage!
"You look tense, let me give you a massage." = I want to feel your bare skin
"What's wrong?" = I don't see why you are making such a big deal out of this
"What's wrong?" = What meaningless self-inflicted psychological trauma are you going through now?
"I love you, too." = Okay, I said it...we'd better have sex now!
"Yes, I like the way you cut your hair." = I liked it better before.
"Yes, I like the way you cut your hair." =350 bucks and it doesn't look that much different!
"Let's talk." = I am trying to impress you by showing that I am a deep person and maybe then we can get down to business
"Will you marry me?" = I want to make it illegal for you to have sex with other guys
(while shopping) "I like that one better." = Pick any freakin' dress and let's go home!
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