ELEMENT

Run 'AMMA' RUN!!!

2011-11-29T10:18:00.001-08:00

(Not so)Dear 'AMMA' ;

It Is time you learn the basic lessons of humanity. I'm not an anti Tamilian nor do i have anything against the people in Tamil Nadu. In fact I've got more Tamil friends than from my own place. Ive always wished to settle in Chennai, for the people has always been extremely caring and friendly. It is disheartening to find that although you are in the supreme position in the state of Tamil Nadu, you seems to be lacking the spirit of a good human being, which i should emphasize to be an indispensable part of a leader. It is through the little acts of kindness that embeds a person forever in others hearts. Im sure these must be part of your propaganda before elections. It is good to see a developed Tamil Nadu because from what we have learned, it is a part of India and that all the people including you are the citizens of this great land. Though however your profile seems to be intriguing to which i have no absolute right to shadow, but i do take the liberty to limelight that you seems to be giving little justice to whatever education you have received. Apparently you must be wondering that your 63 years of lifespan has brought you into too many ups and downs and it is that life which has been your 'guru'. Im sorry to say this but im forced to, it is the ones that give justice to humanity and not the tyrants who are the actual leaders. I am not saying that you are a bad leader, but the influence that you provide to your people is not intriguing. Of course some of your remarkable steps have given Tamil Nadu development, but remember what is the use of just development when there is no one to adore? Again it is the survival that matters the most for us human beings,and it is this instinct that has made us supreme. You must be knowing just like me that there is no level to what human determination could do. It is not during the times when people hold on for their poor dear lives that one must show the tedious amount of selfishness arrogance and heinous stubbornness. Tamil Nadu and Kerala has always tried to keep an amicable relationship throughout and it is only when the life of not "few"(if that doesnt interest you) but a lot of people is at stake that made even the common man to come out against you. Basically we are tired and scared of this reprehensible action of yours. Interestingly it is the burst of these emotions that forces even the most common man to be doing uncommon deeds. Tyrants have a short lifespan, history has thought us so. Either they change their ways or revolution forces them to. These small agitations if not taken care of may result in "civil war" which is being feared by not just the leaders but also common people like us. Flood, destruction to flaura, fauna and above all life of men would all be blamed on your massive shoulders, "IRON LADY". I remember your visit to The Guruvayoor Temple sometime back . You had gifted a baby elephant to Lord Krishna. If you are not an atheist then in what religion and which god justifies the killing of people? I have no right to your private matters but i wonder what would you do for the upcoming traumatic insomnia. No amount of water(which seems to be the issue of the hour if you notice) will wipe away the drops of blood splashed over you. Everything in this world is connected so are we, and if you remember it is the same planet that we share. To be more specific it is the resources of the country called "INDIA" that we share. Oops! I forgot the part that it is just "Tamil Nadu" for you. Bravo! what a step towards national integration!!(rather a threat)9/10 people here listen to the songs of Ilayaraja, Harris Jayaraj and so many other maestros. The actors like Surya,Sivaji Ganeshan, Vijay and so many more have always stolen our hearts and tamil is understood and even spoken around just like our mother tongue. Is your arrogance mightier than the power of love? Oh yes love that runs through the veins of every Indian for the love of their country and its people.Beware your name has started to be spoken in every street of the world, for in every corner of the world there lives our brothers and sisters. So run 'AMMA', run before it is too late; let-"LIVE AND LET LIVE" be the motto that you follow.

Regardless"SOME INDIAN CITIZEN"

'SAAS-BAHU' a rare species

2011-11-26T03:04:00.001-08:00

It seems to be a trend among the people these days to be running away from domestic chores or anything connected with that "D" word, i am fortunately not different from it in any way. With constant reminders to do this and that my mother-in-law seems to have shown the white flag. Basically the older generation has digested the fact about how scary the "D" word is to us. The fact is when something becomes an unavoidable chore the brain somehow creates new waves to run away form it. Life is now revolving around machines and thanks to whoever has invented them, for one thing they saves time and for another it helps the professional(not to mention lazy) to run away from "the prohibited area" called "Kitchen". A territory for which the battle for dominating took place once. Apparently it has shrunk into the status of a burnt 'cigarette butt". It has the memories of the past of the then "new bahu". Their first day i call it the "impression creator day" used to be the day for pleasing especially your "mother-in-law" with your excellency, dedication and thrive in doing each and every domestic chore in the house. The sugar coating, my darling though however obvious it seems doesn't have a long life. It breaks its charm once when the impressions have become "overly successful". One can actually get this feeling the very next day when you are expected to be doing every other chore in the house with your "sublime" mother-in-law(lets call her M) who sits on the that high couch and "dictates". If you have the feeling that youve finally got hold of her territory, sorry folks you're in for a big surprise. That was an evident "offer letter" for working under your "worst nightmare". May be these were the reasons for the word "domestication" to be classified. Lets not create a wrong impression in the mind of others that we can do every other work in the house and still stay quite and humble like the "impossible bahu's" in the serials. Today's "bahu"(B) unlike their contemporaries in the past have learned to emerge from the ashes of their ancestors. We are are not ready to be tamed or domesticated, and the strong expectation of sharing work is evident. Gone are days when most B's hide inside the pallu with a bent head. We have learned how to be self sufficient and has that "I DONT CARE" attitude and when dirty games are played, remember that we are the "guru" of these games. High levels of IQ and huge salary and high positions have obviously raised our status from being "the domestic goddess" to that of "urban queens". It is the one power of love and care that binds us and not Procrustean means. The traditional M's have no other means but to accept this. Apparently domestication is not a violation of rights but the "you have to do everything" attitude is the trouble. The previous conundrums created on this matter paved way to women to emerge out from the four walls and to understand the world, and once understood there is no returning. Im sure the traditional 'saas-bahu' fights are loosing their "star value" with women having no time "to think too much".This succession or change in phase of woman have created peace and harmony in the world called "FAMILY". There is a constant flow of positive energy pulling us closer to that happy circle with stronger bonds.

The Calculus

2011-11-25T08:35:00.000-08:00

I remember reading about "corporal punishment" vs "solitary confinement" and the short story that we had to study in our 12th std had a different twist in the climax. It was then for the first time that the existence of solitary confinement struck my head. A particular young lady i met recently emphasized that she actually loved being alone and that she enjoyed her company than anyone else's. This was again another drift, the whole point was that if people actually enjoyed being alone it would be a whole new experience.

The one particular thing in life is the absence or rather inability to understand ones true self. The feel of the fresh flow of the blood, the true smell of one's sweat, the heart that beats, the eyes that flutter, the fingers that move according to our will and the limbs that carry us to the place we wish. Whoa its truly a wonderful experience to be alive. The last time id sensed this passion was when i carried my daughter, it was a whole new experience to carry a life within. It is during the times like these that makes me realize that im not different from any other animal.

A kitten strode into our house some days back, "mewing" and "purring" and that look of innocence.(Oh god! that look and that word is the one thing that id die for, Maybe because its too rare these days) I took it in my arms clumsily and there i felt its tiny heart beating and could even sense its fear. I wonder what these creatures think about humans..'dinosaurs'?? Life is such a wonderful gift but just a few realize,the hardest part is staying happy and contented. Th mantra for the present generation is not the subject of survival because that part has already been accomplished. But to stay happy and contented and the enjoyment of existence in itself. A drop of solitary confinement should become a part of our life at least for an hour in a day. Just to enjoy ourselves. Its time to be selfish, for if we don't care for ourselves no one would, times have changed. long gone are days when people rush out and reached out for help, heard shouts or screams. The only person that cares for you in the end of the day is you yourself.

Self realization is as important as that of having food. It sets the goals and decides upon the right path. It not just bring upon professional success but also brings an inner peace and harmony, helping us to settle down with ourselves. There are innumerable ways to experiment with oneself and the biggest advantage being that, there is no one to question.

I love being "selfish" it has helped me survive. There was absolutely no bitch who stood by me to share my pain and no dogs who showed sympathy or mercy, but greed and the triumph at my fall. But everyone joined hands when the sunny days came. It was "I" who felt each and every experience. There is nothing as that of "sharing pain". Your pains are your own and no one really cared whether it was the smile that glowed or the tear that dropped. It was i who stood for myself, my determination to survive and the power to move on. With all these and even more I simply love my whole existence and salute the accurate calculus through which He created "ME".

"Just Ignore"

2011-11-24T07:24:00.000-08:00

It really brings the temper out of me when i find that some expectations of mine are deliberately shattered. This especially effects me badly if it happens from someone who has been really close to my heart. But the trouble is-they must have not kept me in the same way as id kept them. I keep it a point to be in touch with people i care even when ive little time. But somehow it was misinterpreted to be an ongoing activity of an idle "house wife". The funny part was that i tried to prove them otherwise. Apparently it came in as not just a challenge to me but also a breakthrough from my previous mundane shell. Even after my constant efforts i was discouraged again with another new excuse that they have learned to move on and that their present status is not less than that of "Mr President"(lol). My long mails were unanswered and so were my constant tries to call them. But somehow it still didnt strike my head that they really didnt need my presence in their life any longer and that they have 'learned' and 'grown' much more than what i have..well it could be just my complex turmoils..

Anyways my point is that I have no complaints but in fact im grateful for this "ignorance" and their "self sophistication" turned out to be a boon for me. It helped to realize the hard truth about all relations. It gave me strength to what they say as moving on. The best part is that ive learned just to ignore and above all to completely delete them from my life. May be this posting in itself could be interpreted as a reminder. But no this is just a "tribute" for the herculean challenge i faced.

Ive made a comfort zone of my own and in it there are some precious jewels, who gives value to relations as i do. But even if they turn out to be otherwise it would simply not effect me in any manner. Its just my freedom and the love for my self that has made me realise to play even the dirtiest of games in life. The theory is evident "survival of the fittest". Maybe i could be termed as "cruel", "arrogant" or even "selfish" but that just goes through me without absorption.

2011-07-12T11:27:00.000-07:00

Ive never really given any notice to Kamala Das (id like to call her that way) until a couple of days back when i came across some of her poems. They were not just direct, but somehow i could find myself in it. Her poems are all direct,touching and simply wonderful...now here is one which id like to read and re read

The Looking Glass

Getting a man to love you is easy
Only be honest about your wants as
Woman. Stand nude before the glass with him
So that he sees himself the stronger one
And believes it so, and you so much more
Softer, younger, lovelier. Admit your
Admiration. Notice the perfection
Of his limbs, his eyes reddening under
The shower, the shy walk across the bathroom floor,
Dropping towels, and the jerky way he
Urinates. All the fond details that make
Him male and your only man. Gift him all,
Gift him what makes you woman, the scent of
Long hair, the musk of sweat between the breasts,
The warm shock of menstrual blood, and all your
Endless female hungers. Oh yes, getting
A man to love is easy, but living
Without him afterwards may have to be
Faced. A living without life when you move
Around, meeting strangers, with your eyes that
Gave up their search, with ears that hear only
His last voice calling out your name and your
Body which once under his touch had gleamed
Like burnished brass, now drab and destitute.
-- Kamala Das

2010-09-09T06:38:00.000-07:00

Personality twist

As the years flow by I can see myself into various situations in life which I had never ever dreamed of. Of course life itself is a dream to be engulfed into the hands of a beautiful unknown. But over the, I feel that life itself is an adventure, and the reason is simple. On every mode of philosophical thoughts, I find it interesting that life is uncertain. This is the simple truth that makes life so dear and special. Many compare life with beautiful and sometimes weird similes. But mine is something which I have been experimenting, it is from a different point of view. You may even call it a personality twist.
Life is bound with a lot of energies and as the laws in physics state it is transferred from one form to another. Most of us hear ourselves saying that some people “click” in our life while some don’t. Believe it or not this has to do with the energies. All of us are embodiments of tremendous energy, but it just that none realize. Haven’t you heard of the simple word “will” or even the proverb “If there is a will there is a way.” It is when we realize our own potential and our energy do we understand what the right path is and for this I believe observations plays a key role. One has got to be a good observer to be a winning player, and life is all but a game. Making a game plan requires skill experience and observation. By observing, what I mean is to observe ourselves. There exist two kinds of energies- negative and positive. Being a keen observer makes us realize what to select and what not select. I would personally not suggest you to pick up only the positive ones. Instead it would rather be interesting to play with the negatives. The challenge is how to make it positive. It can even be called as searching for one’s self.

It is by becoming a spectator to our activities that makes us understand our faults, failures, success, happiness and so on. I feel that it is better to be peaceful than to be happy. But of course happiness is the primary step towards peace. It is only when we are contented with ourselves and when we accept ourselves as the greatest gift do we realize ourselves. It is a step towards appreciation of life and appreciation of the Divine.

Every path in life is a challenge or in numeric sense a problem, and solving a problem makes life happening. Well, I would personally choose to live with problems than being without one, and I assume everyone would. For problems makes life interesting and solving them makes us confident and self loving.

Life is never something that could be written into papers or ‘word pads’ but rather an experience. Some are shared and some are not. I felt that this was something to be shared. I am not arguing whatever I have written is right, but just sharing the thoughts that went through when I had my personality twist.

inertia and i

2009-09-08T09:07:00.000-07:00

inertia is actually a path in life i suppose..its actually put on just to welcome the upcoming pressure and tensions which most of us enjoy..life is a platform for all of us to learn..at least a new thing everyday.there are so many people in our life who gives us happiness even the smallest of the butterflies though however flickering..brings bubbles of happiness.

i was caught in the rough hands of inertia for quite sometime..but then I'm happy that i didn't give up..a small strive and lots luck helped me push up the dead soul of mine..I'm happy that I'm working again..and the inertia??i hope its gone for good.. :P

and then came pain....

2009-08-15T08:57:00.000-07:00

its down there deep inside of me swalowing me slowly inch by inch..in my quest i found you..my love i thought you will be.but alas it was just a days work..like it was said by him..gone too soon..gone too soon..gone too soon..but my dear ive enjoyed every second i was with you..even if it was just a single day..no one has ever done what you have...sometimes silence speaks everything..i hope you understand

WHAT ABOUT YOU????

2009-07-10T08:04:00.000-07:00

gone too soon..
these are the only words that rings in my mind whenever i hear my superhero ,the "king of pop".like all the other zillion fans in the world i wish he was alive..just alive somewhere.
i first heard about MJ through my dad's collection.i simply thought it was a girl!!!i had little access to T.V or any other media for that matter.but whatever the fact was i gave little importance for i was simply carried over by the music."Dangerous" that was the name of the album..i used to listen to his tunes..the first thing i did when i reached back home.the songs are still "embedded" in my heart.after sometime i came to know that it was a guy who actually sang ,composed,directed and danced for the songs i loved the most.then one day i actually saw his dance..."awesome" those were the only;y words that could actually come out.i still wonder if anybody could dance like him.he was simply " THE flubber".so (damn) flexible!!!!His moves in BILLIE JEAN is the best..but i simply love BEAT IT...

it was sad that this great LEGEND had to go through all the hardships that life actually challenged him with...but i do not believe one word of it....he will always be my superhero!!!

...and the day i heard he died...gosh.i wish i never heard that..i could not move away from the T.V i was hopping against hope tnat the news was all wrong..

i believe MJ is still alive somewhere..this is not it...THIS IS NOT IT!!!!

GIFTS FOREVER!!!!

2009-05-20T11:38:00.000-07:00

we were piled over with gifts for our marriage,my brother's marriage and then my daughter's birthday.and with celebrations comes friends and family;and with them comes gifts.piles of them.i have a special feeling for being pampered around with gifts surprised ones or just simply "the have to give ones".gifts are gifts small or big.
after all the celebration all i could find in my house were the gift boxes...i was a bit bemused and was unable to distinguish the ones that were the real gifts and the ones that was gifted and then turned out to be a gift again... it took us one whole day to rip off the wrap and to actually see the treasure dug inside.and then to categorize the ones that are to be accepted and the gifts which will forever be just gifts :P

this is almost like a game.when rounded around the "forever gifts" might even ironically end up to the person who might have actually brought it.well that's what you can actually call a "surprise gift".the good thing is that you still know your gift is safe and sound!!!!

well personally i feel this is an open way to show how cheap you are.though however happy i would feel when pampered with gifts i still do not prefer the "gifted gifts".its better not to gift at all!!!!

definitely an indian

2009-05-20T11:36:00.000-07:00

hey i read this in one of the blogs...its pretty interesting!!!!

WHY ARE INDIANS EASY TO IDENTIFY...???> Cool one...We are like this only so true,very true..........> 1. Everything you eat is savored in garlic, onion and> tomatoes.> > 2.. You try and reuse gift=2 0wrappers, gift boxes, and of> course aluminum foil.> > 3.. You are always standing next to the two largest size> suitcases at the Airport.> > 4. You arrive one or two hours late to a party - and think> it's normal.> > 5. You peel the stamps off letters that the Postal Service> missed to stamp.> > 6. You recycle Wedding Gifts, Birthday Gifts and> Anniversary Gifts.> > 7. You name your children in rhythms (example, Sita &> Gita, Ram & Shyam, Kamini & Shamini..)> > 8.. All your children have pet names, which sound nowhere,> close to their real names.> > 9. You take Indian snacks anywhere it says 'No Food> Allowed.' > > 10. You talk for an hour at the front door when leaving> someone's house.> > 11. You load up the family car with as many people as> possible.> > 12. HIGH PRIORITY ***** You use plastic to cover anything> new in your house> whether it's the remote control, VCR, carpet or new> couch. ***** > > 13. Your parents tell you not to care what your friends> think, but they won't let you do certain things because> of what the other 'Uncles and Aunties' will think.> > 14. You buy and display crockery, which is never used, as> it is for special occasions, which never happen.> > 15. You have a vinyl tablecloth on your kitchen table.> > 16.. You use grocery bags to hold garbage. > > 17. You keep leftover food in your fridge in as many> numbers of bowls as possible.> > 18. Your kitchen shelf is full of jars, varieties of bowls> and plastic utensils (got free with purchase of other stuff)> > 19. You carry a stash of your own food whenever you travel> (and travel means any car ride longer than 15 minutes).> > 20. You own a rice cooker or a pressure cooker.> > 21. You fight over who pays the dinner bill. > > 22. You live with your parents and you are 40 years old.> (And they prefer it that way).> > 23. You don't use measuring cups when cooking.> > 24.. You never learnt how to stand in a queue.> > 25. You can only travel if there are 5 persons at least to> see you off or receive you whether you are travel ing by bus,> train or plane.> > 26. If she is NOT your daughter, you always take interest> in knowing whose daughter has run with whose son and feel> proud to spread it at the velocity of more than the speed of> light.> > 27. You only make long distance calls after 11p.m.> > 28. If you don't live at home, when your parents call,> they ask if you've eaten, even if it's midnight. > > 29. You call an older person you never met before Uncle or> Aunty.> > 30. When your parents meet strangers and talk for a few> minutes, you discover you're talking to a distant> cousin.> > 31. Your parents don't realize phone connections to> foreign > countries have improved in the last two decades, and still> scream at the top of their lungs when making foreign calls.> > 32. You have bed sheets on your sofas so as to keep them> from getting dirty.> > 33. Its embarrassing if you're wedding has less than> 600 people. > > 34. All your Tupperware is stained with food color.> > 35. You have drinking glasses made of steel.> > 36. You have mastered the art of bargaining in shopping. > > 37. You have really enjoyed reading this mail - forward it> to as many Indians as possible.> > I STILL LOVE TO BE AN INDIAN.

confused ass usual :P

2009-05-18T20:56:00.000-07:00

well its been sometime since i have actually blogged..Ive just got up lazily from my sleep and then i couldn't just control this urge in me to pen down..ehem click down to be exact..
its been 2 years since pune has been my second home...i love this city for its freedom and the privacy..more than that it gave me an independence which none of the place has ever given..not prejudiced about the other places though..i love my hometown though however narrow the place is and its people are.
we're shifting!!and i still cant digest the fact.. somehow i don't like the idea..this you may say can be categorized to sacrifice.i really don't like the idea of living under one roof with so many people with such a lot of differences..i know i can adjust its not that i have attitude problem..and even if i have its simply my own headache..

confused as always i am now..
relations have become too raw
rages of fury growing inside
will never leave my side
i wish i could make a difference
a justice i can do to myself
freedom is all i urge
my heart is still on the verge
the warrior in me arises
when my pride is abused!!!

EVERYDOG HAS ITS DAY

2009-02-24T10:22:00.000-08:00

and so has slum dog millionaire...like every Indian i am happy or to be exact a bit wild..but the irony is that i haven't watched the movie yet.and frankly i don't feel interested for i already know the storyline and sorry it didn't interest me much.im not trying to criticise.but like priyadarshan was saying the other day..there have been so many movies with the same theme but slum dog reached the door of the Oscars as it was directed by a foreign director.but whatever it is i am happy that someone actually noticed our talents and especially A R Rahmans(just a little late of course).but interestingly there was a lot of controversies for the film.well I'm of the opinion that controversies at times are created for making the film noticed.but anyways slum dog survived all the way through and now stands tall with the Oscars.

"tare zameen par" which was previously selected but declined later on was having a much more powerful topic.and it was something that the world must be seeing for the first time.even the short documentary "smile pinky"also sounded interesting.

well Oscar or not the biggest achievement for any film maker is appreciation from the audience.and for me films are nothing but entertainment.of course i don't deny the fact that films can convey some messages.i wish the Oscar committee or whatever it is will have a broader mind in the coming years.but once again i am happy that we've being recognised.and congrats to the full slum dog millionaire are family.

stop staring , im no lesbian!!

2008-12-12T07:18:00.000-08:00

Well, I came to notice her recently. She is my neighbor, and that’s all she is to me. Nothing more than that, we had never exchanged even a smile, not even one friendly jesture.but lately I have noticed how much she was interested in what’s happening in my life. And especially me. And this has really bemused me with a lot of silly dellusions.one where I was even forced to imagine her as even to be a lesbian. Well frankly i am not one; my daughter says it all :) .

I have noticed her hungrily gawping through her window into my apartment. I still wonder what’s it with her. Is she trying to study me? I have no idea. And recently she has even tried to make some silly conversation with me. And to my surprise she even invited me to her apartment. Well dear what should I interpret from this behavior of hers? Is she lunatic, well she doesn’t look like one? But when I had gone for the kitty party last week, one of my friends was asking me to stay away from her. Most women in our society take her as a lesbian.

I don’t have any problem even if she was one. The reason is simple, I just don’t care. But I do care for one thing; gosh I really don’t want to be stared at! At least not at my home! I need my own privacy .I don’t want to be a piece of entertainment. Yesterday I decided to shut my windows. And did it help? No way, she has found her own way to peep into my life again and this time it was from her balcony. I was seriously into a dilemma yesterday. And even had a restless sleep. Her stare was making me go eccentric. I was turning out to be some else even at my home, with the fear of her staring, like shobha de was telling enough is enough! I just couldn’t take this anymore so finally I found my way out!

The first thing I did this morning was to open up all my windows draw the curtains. Then I saw her standing near her window and staring into my privacy. It wasn’t just anger that was running through me; it was almost like a vengeance. I started staring back at her, without a blink, with my full might and vigor I fought her through my stare. She was an excellent counterpart but eventually she gave up. I smiled at her and told her that staring was not just one sided and. with this one sentence I left her and went back to my couch, though however dramatic the situation was I felt at peace now. I knew she wouldn’t peep into my privacy again. And she hasn’t dared too, till now.

I had even recently written about this but I never thought this would happen to me. Home is the most comfortable place in the whole world. And it is our right to have some privacy. People like her have nothing to do but to peep into other people’s life. I wonder what do they get through this. Our life is our own and it is not some kind of show for others to watch on. As I lay down in my bed today it almost seems like some kind of burden has been taken away from me.im happy with myself. As I fought for my freedom!

11 EAST STREET CAFE

2008-12-09T02:15:00.000-08:00

I’ve been to mg road a zillion times and Ive seen that double Decker eagerly catching my attention always. But something really didn’t make me go there. Yesterday the magic worked. I finally went to the 11 east street cafe. And by god I just loved it from the beginning.

The staff, the food and the crowd was really warm especially when at this chilly winter. it was almost like a street and one could find a lot of cozy, warm chairs to sit,and many shops too. The ambiance was of course good but it was all a little dark too giving us privacy. And our tables were lit with a beautiful aroma candle. There were reminders of an old English street and there were many light posts with the British flags. And in the middle there was a beautiful fountain with artistic statues of three beautiful angels. There was even a miniature of a double Decker bus with a miniature driver on it. It was actually the baking space. There were chocolates, pastries of all kinds which obviously made me bounce with joy. Upstairs was almost like a lounge peaceful, calm and spacious and some soft music added peace to the atmosphere.

Food was delicious; there was everything from American, English, German, French to Chinese, Thai, and Indian. There was a small bar with a lot of drinks including softies, hotties; even the cocktails and mock tails were extra special. We ordered for two hot dogs which I haven’t had for some time. While we waited we talked about the place, the place and again the place.this was one good place to hang out especially after the long tiring week. This was a wonderful place to meet and make friends from all around the world.

The cafe gave a great change in our mood. Especially after seeing the merry faces and wonderful food, id love to spend most of my weekends there rather than another 5 star hotels. I heard one of the waiters explaining to the customers that this was a miniature make of an original one which was actually there in London.anyways i am in love with the place and ill surely love to spend most of our special moments there.
For its worth it!!!

not so feministic!!!!

2008-12-08T03:39:00.000-08:00

I was at the grocery store yesterday with my darling Naomi clinging on me and looking around fascinated. I wonder what’s so fascinating in the grocery store anyways.maybe it’s the baby thing again.well,what took my attention was a new portion they had added on the store-the magazine section.wowie I was really excited with the idea that ill be able to read something again(ive cut short everything here thanks to my new budget!!)A simple magazine would surely mean no harm. Amidst the business magazines which were on a plenty my eyes fell upon femina. I haven’t read it in all my life!!

But alas I was fooled yet again (well I do not deny the fact that I am fooled often) but this was a little too much especially when I was practically experimenting my budget plan. I was fooled from the beginning. I lost my 40 rupees. And it was better to have brought an Archie’s or any other comic for that matter, atleast I wouldn’t sit down complaining!!!i was actually on the notion that there would be a lot of girly stuffs. But phew, leave girly stuffs the matter was simply scarce. I wonder what was going through the editor’s head. Just advertisements? And a whole lot of them. And when I say advertisements I shouldn’t miss
Saying that they are pointed to the upper class or rather the rich unlike for the ones like me who strive to keep the house running on a small budget for a month. Winter collections, spring collections, accessories blah blah blah and the list just goes on (this is not a fashion channel for gods sake!!)
Interestingly, the main article was that of the 50 most beautiful women in India. Well dear never did i caste my vote leave the fact that I haven’t even heard of its voting. Who selected them? People living in the elite sections of our society are always lucky and privileged to be described as beautiful. I believe there are more beautiful woman in India than any of those which has been put on in the magazine.

And the other articles, it was absolutely rubbish; they haven’t given justice to even recipes which was also put on just for the elite. Well don’t we exist at all. I think even when they are targeting profit a little importance should have been given to the middle class. for they take in for the majority. is it that they lack columnists? or is it because there is lack of talent or creativity? Well I think our country is overflowing with people having all of them together but luck!

There are so many things happening to a woman these days? Is famina showing the world is still full of optimists and only beauty? I think this is a little too much. This was almost like shutting the eyes and pretending that everything is going all normal. There is much more to a magazine it should at least make the reader think, imagine and influence, femina obviously lacked in everything. a magazine should be a voice for the under privileged a voice to express not just beauty but also agony and loss…especially at bad times like these.
Well at least I won’t be reading famina anymore. Readers digest is always my favourite, atleast there are lots of creamy contents. Maybe Tanya chitanya would read it up one day and put up an apology press conference…

INVOKING THE DIVINE

2008-12-07T02:01:00.000-08:00

I know a change has come over me and hey it’s nothing to do with barrack obama.its something to do with my self. Some kind of stupid notion had taken over me previously which used to make me think cynical. Now that the phase has passed out I sit in my couch my legs crossed and looking up at the ceiling which obviously was integrate. I still don’t get what has happened to me but whatever it is it’s actually giving me a good feeling or rather I felt at peace. I had recently gone for a dance programme so maybe some kind of pathos has taken over me. As I arrange my potpourri I am still thinking what was this feeling? Well I got it! It’s obviously got to do with dance. To be more specific it has got to do with my whole self.

I am a person who can really get influenced by arts. And by arts I mean to specify that I love dance. It actually is like a prayer to me which helps in invoking my self. I still remember the time when my mother used to drag me to my dance class which never used to impress me. I was so mechanical. But gradually when I stopped it. I really came to know how much I missed dancing; it was almost like not taking my bath. I came to realize how much it had influenced me subconsciously. Sometimes even deliberate actions by our parents can change our way of thinking completely. It was almost like making me taste dal makhani which is actually delicious but can’t take it in for the cream. But then once you’ve tasted it, it turns out to be a favorite dish. But when I talk about deliberate actions there are so many things in life which just comes in without any force…it was almost like written to us before hand. Even in the most dramatic turbulence of our life some kind of suavity or adaptive ness comes into us. It almost makes us question ourselves and I should say this is the most powerful element found only in us, the Homo sapiens.

It was always in my thought whether there was god or not, but it is in our nature to blame someone for our misfortunes and appreciate our selves for happiness. But I believe that there is some force that is really watching over us. And we just name it as Allah, ram or Jesus. I think these are just paths to an eternal peace…nirvana. I can almost feel his glance at me, at this mere puny creature like me who must be just another piece of creation for him. But no he has always been kind to me.ive always been mercifully granted a second chance. And this I feel is another cause of change that has come over me. I know I am into a quest a quest to learn the ultimate truth of life within life. And then to be lucid over everything that happens around me. I know it will take some time but like I said before I am not cynical anymore.

Its time I put my words into action let me find my self let me dance, a dance that would invoke myself and bring my atman closer to the paramatman…

for you i bleed...

2008-11-29T05:19:00.000-08:00

You’ve been a part of me even before you came into this world. The apple of my eye. I’ve felt each and every moment of your presence. Still remember the first time I saw you during the scan on a TV you looked nothing more than a prawn with nothing. I could see your heart beat and you were just growing.ah! What pleasure it was to feel you grow inside me each and everyday. I felt important and more than anything else I felt wanted. It’s a common feeling for sure but for me it was special. As the days turned to months you were growing steadier and stronger. Your kicks were powerful and deliberate. But I enjoyed every bit of it. You gave me confidence that I am not alone and that there are much more beautiful things in life in this cynical world. You gradually became my power, my hope.

When it was time for you to come I couldn’t just wait to see you. Your face, the most beautiful thing in the world. A face of a promising new life. It was a painkiller for itself and with this hope I had lied on the bed expecting your arrival. And then came pain. It was a little too much for me to bear but I did it and then you came into this world, my darling daughter! Crying out aloud for disturbing your sleep. You were looking around for someone…was it for me? I was too afraid to touch you for you were so delicate. But as a matter of fact all I wanted to do was to hug and kiss you. I saw you…I saw myself.

The rain came and then the thunder, the winds were strong or was it a tornado…you held on to me. And my arms wrapped around you protectively. No wind can take you away and no rain can wash us apart for you are my child. What a brave heart you have for kept on pulling away uncertainties and hurdles, you tried till you succeeded. To climb the stepping stones in life and gradually you made me change from a mother to a teacher and at times a student too..

You are learning to walk now learning to stand on your own. And I am so happy you made through all the hurdles. But what lies ahead? My childhood was full of butterflies, puppies, flowers and toys. And by god I am so damn lucky I had them..

But what about you my dear..?Is it AK 47s, hand grenade and atom bombs? What can I promise you my dear? When I have nothing to promise for myself? I have no idea whether ill live tomorrow. For the world is one hell of a place to live…and then someone says its survival of the fittest. Is it applicable to all those orphaned yesterday by the carnage at mumbai yesterday? With what hope will I send you out, even to a school? I have no worries whether you will survive . But that whether you will come back home alive…

There are a lot of people who doesn’t want a child. And I stand by them. There is nothing left in the world other than anger, vengeance and sorrow. People are dying everyday for someone else’s ideologies. am i bringing you up as a prey for others to simply slay? I am so sorry to have brought you in this world and I hope you will forgive me…here i am bleeding, for Ill always love you..

PEEK-A-BOO

2008-10-09T05:20:00.000-07:00

how does it feel like when we come back home from work? especially after a busy day. most of us would just be feeling that comfort even by thinking of home and our cosy,warm bed.doesn't it look inviting. And to have bath in our hot tub,that's really soothing. But how does it look like if your home is under surveillance.surveillance by strangers.yes this happens in our society and goes around most of the time unnoticed.is it because people enjoy it?the predator and even the prey?yes it is interesting to dig out into others privacy especially when no one is noticing.but isn’t it a social evil ?one of my friends still puts on this anecdote of her’s in our conversation-.it was the experience she had with a man who tried to peak into her bathroom.fortunately he was caught red handed.he was obviously beaten black and blue.but this is just a small one and we all know it as he was caught.how many incidents goes unnoticed?

Most men I would say fall into this category.especially when they get an opportunity to peek into women's privacy.what are they thinking only god knows?is it some kind of pleasure?any small gap even a microscopic one attracts them if it opens up into a woman’s room especially bathroom. how interesting isn’t it?and the desperation in their eyes.to look on to what is happening inside can only be compared to those of a vulture’s into that piece of delicious meat .how does these people feel when their own privacy is being disrupted? or rather their lives are being opened up to the public?even the little peek-a-boos they do.and interestingly in broad day light they sit on like a gentleman fully civilized only to bring out the uncivilized beast in the privacy of their house.don't be shocked there are men unlike these Hippocrates doing their bit of glory into this field in open public too.one of my friend once spotted out a man in the public restroom at a hospital!
Peeping into your neighbours life too is as shameful as these tactics and our ladies are into this wonderful business’s.i once had to go for a kitty party and i was taken into by self pity.i was in the middle of ladies and conversations which were rather too odd . it all started like-"did you know….that …and …are into a blah blah blah" and the conversation goes on.blame the listener I should say.

It is a fact that such privacy peepers do exist.and nothing could be done unless they are caught.which rarely happens.our lives are our own and so is our privacy.the best way is to be extra careful.and when one of them are caught I feel that they should be brought out into the attention of the public,the media and to their kin. but as for now lets not make our privacy a pleasure for strangers.

So the next time you go to your restroom be careful someone might be watching you.

lets discuss

2008-10-06T23:47:00.000-07:00

i was just wondering how many of you have seen the movie 'A WEDNESDAY' and if you haven't please watch it.

what is your idea of terrorism?
does any religion ask its people to kill the innocents?
what do you think as the civilians or rather as a common man can do to wipe out this evil from our society??

please respond :)

CURIOSITY AGAIN!!!

2008-09-05T11:13:00.000-07:00

i heard it again and this time it was louder and clear.the little girl screamed!and that really made me nervous.was it some kind of fight between her parents?is it a theft or even worse is it a murder?by god i had no idea..and as long as i stood hallucinating i know i am going to get into the worst of imaginations.which i really did not appreciate.well time was running and i had to think.then it came to me that even after such a lot of noise why were the neighbours least interested?had everyone gone deaf??i took up the girl and brought her to my apartment and then it began to rain.

the clouds screamed out their confessions and cried out with the rain.it was getting darker,but so was my mind.i could feel my heart racing up and roaring at me.i finally decided to go down again.but i couldn't hear anything now,except the rain of course.maybe the rain must have muffled up the noises.i climbed down the stairs slowly but unsteadily as i still didn't have any idea to put on.finally i reached the apartment.and then i knew it was all mum.maybe everything was over..at least i saved the little girl.i slowly tried to open the door..and i was surprised it opened up eagerly..

as i entered i could find the furniture all out of place and some broken.then i saw her..a woman clad in a sari.she looked petrified!my god was she raped???i really didn't know how to handle this situation.but i knew i had to.if i don't no one would.i came close to her..she looked up..and then i saw her face......it spoke of terror..she was breathing really hard and was sweating profusely.

i was about to say something when she started screaming!

and yes i was taken back and screamed back impulsively.and that made her hysterical.she was pointing at the corner and was talking in some language which i just discovered existed!but i looked where she was pointing at.she was pointing at the bed.or rather under it.

well now i was sure it was a murder!it would be an intruder or worse her husband?i was perplexed.i am in a situation which i knew is not meant for me.everything was going on so fine for me.my whole life...my husband,my kid and our career.everything was going on the way i wanted it to.

but as someone said good things never lasted.here i am now in the middle of nowhere a possible witness to a murder.i couldn't just think of the days ahead for me after this.its not my comfortable bed,my happy child and loving husband.its not the clear blue sky,the butterflies and birds....its going to be hell.i knew it even when i saw the lady crying hysterically my mind was running.

but i had to face it anyways.i went towards the bed and bend down.and to my surprise i found a cockroach!

CURIOSITY!!

2008-09-05T05:39:00.001-07:00

its power cut time again..and i was too lazy to get up from my bed..though my love kept on persisting that it was tea time.i was dreaming something..but don't actually remember what it was?maybe its too good to remember..cause people always tend to forget the best things in life.
i got out of my bed lazily and was doing a bit of stretching..suddenly i heard something break..mm was it one of my bones..nay!it cant be..I'm not that fragile..or am i?or maybe its my pyjamas again..they always mock me with their stupendous satire.but no it wasn't them this time..

i heard it again..and that's when i was in the kitchen sleepily making that cup of tea.i had to switch off the gas now.but purposely forgot.after scampering around for a while i finally found the source it came from downstairs.but what was it?it actually sounded like the war of the vessels..BANG! i heard it again..it was getting louder..my curiosity took over and i ran down..

and there i saw a small girl almost in tears now..wondering if the matter was too serious i came closer to the scene..it was flat no1106 and to beat my curiosity the doors were locked from inside..what was happening?

RANCOUR

2008-09-05T01:37:00.000-07:00

my grandmother used to tell me...the trees bend down when the fruits come up..

what a beautiful concept..to be humble and down to earth even after conquering the greatest of heights...

i was recently visited by one of my friends.i was to recieve her with a lot of happy news and to have spend a lot of quality time.but to my surprise i found a total make over.i had known her for years from the time i had joined my school.she was my best buddy for time unknown.we loved and cared for each other and was there through thick and thin.she used to be my reflection.and even after my marriage we used to keep in touch and i knew that she was one person who really was happy for me.

but then something started changing in her.it almost felt like she was so near yet a huge distance existed.and there was always a predominant lull hanging around whenever memories flow.was it a blankness.i cannot yet understand.but all i know is that she had changed.it was
he had changed.there were only little phone calls.and not even friendly messages or scraps.it was like she had an alzhiemers, a special one that effected only that part of her memory where i existed.i wasnt sure whether it was something i did.but as far as my memory could go i was innocent.i knew that there was a fierce competition amongst us.but it was all healthy and good.and it was just for good academics.both of us silenced it most of the times.but i am sure it never crossed its limits and was never a reason for this sudden distance.she recently got into one of the best colleges and i was completly happy for her.it was like a dream come true for me.she was my friend,she was i.

wheneveri think of it now this change came over her exaclty after she
entered this new arena.there was a huge competition there too.and a competition where one can survive only if armed properly with a fierce foundation.and i was confident in her because she was not only good but the best.

the spectacled face showed little emotions.it was plastic,it was a strangers.she wore somethin i have never seen her in.and by god she looked good.but something wasnt her.she got into my car and i saw her face again.there was nothing friendly again.she came and then she went.and during the short time.all she could
point out were things i didnt have or rather those things she had!she was cynical about everything around.and then i knew this was not the friend who meant such a lot to me,not the one who was the reason for my success, not the one who shared
my joys and cried for my misfortunes.this was a stranger who wanted to reach somewhere big,and is ready to put all the relations at stake.
and the reason she came?was it show me how much she has outgrown from the little world we used to live in?or was it show my nothingness?
i could see something dancing in her head and i knew she has reached into the greatest of heights from where she couldnt hear anyone calling not even the memories which had already shed its leaves.she was like a fruitless tree adamant never to bend down or to look behind the lane of memories,not even to
those people who helped her and stood by her.

love is the most powerful emotion in the world.but in love is there a room for hatred too?why is that someone who was so close,leave scars in the heart?why does people change when they reach the greatest of heights?is it because of the shed of memories?but now i now i know
i lost my friend......

2008-08-28T10:26:00.000-07:00

silencing the adults....

2008-08-25T02:54:00.000-07:00

i recently saw a video from you tube of a 13 year old who silenced the world for exactly 6 minutes at the UN meeting on the issue of environment,and i was spellbound.her speech actually made me think about whats exactly happening in our world.

people are giving importance to politics,power and so many unwanted issues that they are actually giving little importance to basic things like life.most powerful gentlemen usually tend to wish to maintain their positions.but little do they think that for keeping up whatever they want to do they should be alive.and for being alive any organism however powerful they are needs basic things which are attainable only from the environment.what happens if the environment perishes?there is no man(or any other beings for that matter).the girl reminds us from her simple but heart touching speech that the adults are the one who should set example for the youngsters to follow.but are the adults setting up a good one?is killing the rain forests,cutting down the trees,killing animals and polluting the environment the best path to follow?if one doesn't know how to fix up things he must not destroy them too.
rain forests,beautiful things like grass,woods and butterflies are not only for the adults to enjoy when they were children,but it is for the future generations too.and it is not bound to be in the fairy tales or even just an imagination.

is it that difficult to maintain our environment especially when it is for survival?its always survival of the fittest.man has been ruling this world for centuries and has been destroying the world too which was in return to all the love and care our mother earth has showered us with.if even the children can understand,what is it with the adults?it is not that they don't understand its just that unlike the children,adults are not innocent,they are selfish,arrogant beings who wants money and power.whats money and power without happiness and well being??

the girl points out that even when poor people are ready to share things with others the rich are not.this applies to the developed countries.they are ready to help only in return of a favour.

i think that instead of killing time and doing nothing we should spend our time in social service activities.by uploading videos like this someone has done a great job by at least spreading awareness.and when people view this i am sure that they will be forced to think.it would be good if people posted on good videos like this instead of putting up stupid movie songs and other porn videos.lets all be creative and utilise our creativity for a good cause.

this is a must watch video and please do post in your comments to me about this issue.

give wings to your imagination..

2008-08-24T03:54:00.000-07:00

is there a limit to imagination?i personally don't think so.but whats it with our film industry?everything is a remake.they borrow stories and even dialogues from other movies.in the beginning it was from the English movies but now its stealing ideas from within the country.the director Mr priyadarshan is the best example.he remakes the Malayalam movies which were mega hit in the late 80's.its not just the story which is remade,even the dialogues are translated. doesn't this show lack of ideas.if a director doesnt have a new idea or a different and good one why waste time and money of the viewers?why showing the same movie over and over just by calling it a remake?

i think there should be some law to prevent remakes. there is nothing as a remake,there should be just one creation..

power

2008-08-22T03:09:00.000-07:00

last Saturday that was 16Th of august 2008,i had the worst experience in my whole life,i had bend my head down.down to such an extend that i could touch my feet.the day was as usual as any anther day in my life..i was at home doing my daily chores n experiments...in the evening my husbands friends came home...it was fun..they were good people n the ones i like most among his friends..as usual they decided to go out n have a drink or two n i was at home waiting for some excitement...after they came back we decided to go for a movie(though there was a lack of good movies)..at the multiplex we had to get tickets n there was a big discussion for deciding on a movie as all the movies were flop.finally god thussi great ho won..(statutory warning-do not watch it)..i suddenly noticed a woman standing in Que..she was wearing a yellow see through blouse and a black three fourths..i suddenly remembered my first experience with a whore i saw in the somwarpeth..well i think they were way better than her..there was some kind of negative energy coming out from her .she was a keen observer i should say..and was trying a lot to win attention which i think she had already won with her huge statistics..n little clothes.

interested by the posters..i was having a peek but then suddenly there was a havoc..as i turned to see i heard her shouting "bastards" to my husband and his friends,and they were reacting back too,she was told to f*** off for which she asks to f*** his mother..and then the fight continues.she warns us by saying she has a good hold over here.and off she goes to show her might and power.

after about half an hour she comes with 3 police men and they take my husband.all this time i was wondering what was happening..at last we all had to beg to her to release him..after which he was released..

during the discussions we had with her and her friends it was obvious that everyone knew she was the one who started using abusive words..even her friends were actually in our side.even the cops were on our side.but they had to stand helplessly as her uncle was the commissioner.

from this incident i was clear what the world was turning into.its turning into hell!where there is no hope for justice.our constitution has given power to woman.is it for misusing it?can a woman talk rubbish and insult men just by saying she has power (for she has influence)and in spite of a man being insulted in public by a woman doesn't he have the power to react back?why is our constitution one sided?is it time for manism and manisation?is this equality?and about the system if i should say..its a big bullshit..anyone can do anything in this world if he has someone of power with him..

as her friend said-"if you have no power or money you should not react to anything"....even a murder..

rigmarole.. :P

2008-07-05T03:58:00.000-07:00

i was just looking through my life..was wondering how it all started..my grandmother,my mother,my husband and now my kid..they all have become an important part in my life..though my grandmother is dead now..sometimes i wonder how was i able to bring in such a strong bond..but then i think i know the answer..its all there within..

these days i really wish i was born again..like a nymph having lil bit of powers..u know the fairy stuff..so that i can make everthin come into my way..what do u guys think are there fairies in this world?or is it just our imagination??post in u r comments..

LACK OF PARKING ZONES IN PUNE

2008-06-24T22:52:00.000-07:00

I have been noticing for sometime that though pune is supposed to be a hyper city.there is little parking space and even if it is available the people are being charged, burning a hole in the pocket.it almost seems as if people are fined for owning a vehicle.the authorities are too keen to take away the vehicles parked in the no parking zone,but lilttle do they bother about putting up a free parking zone.

ELEMENT

2008-06-24T11:38:00.000-07:00

hi
an element is a necessary or typical part of something...through my blog i want this element of mine to become an element of yours...
hope i have helped u in someway....