Highlights of 2010.

1. I made a major major decision regarding my career.. no doubt it was tough.. i still dont know where am heading.. but gut feeling says its the right path.. so thats good for now..

2. I have taken some major major decisions in my personal life... they have turned to to be great! Much better than what i expected.

3. I have fallen sick only once last year.. dint get my usual cycle of cold-cough-fever every 6 months.. so double thumbs up!!

4. The fourth consecutive marriage took place in out family this year... assuming ill get married in 2012 or 2013.. people wondering who's going to fill the gap for the next 2 years.. but i feel its best we break the trend.. the sooner the better!

5. After school i think this was one of the best years... not to insult my intermediate and college days.. i did have fun then... but this is completely different.

6. The maximum number of hours spent away from home was in 2010. Thanks to "DELUXE". Certain people will know what i mean. I have also made some very good friends.. again thanks to DELUXE and Cognizant. Thanks Srinija and Keerti! Wouldnt have survived without you.

7. 2010 has also marked the arrival of 2 new members in the family... am talking about two sweet, cuddly babies waiting to get pampered.. of course they have not yet arrived technically.. but they are on the way!!!

8. My first real foreign trip happened in 2010.. and incidentally the longest one.. ok well second trip.. but i dont consider Mauritius as foreign somehow...

9. Went on my first official business trip to bangalore.. typical executive meeting.. catch a flight in the morning- attend meeting - catch the evening flight back home.. except that.. i spent the "attend meeting" part shopping with my cousin, while my dad acutally attended the meeting..

10. Am finally driving my car.. and by that i mean regularly.. i learnt for the first time in 9th class, and it was followed by one long break after another.. Finally happened in 2010!

11. I put on weight. Haha.. now thats the true Highlight!

12. This marks the end of a very busy year and the start of an even busier year. (The only difference is in the things that am doing)

                         A special 'Thank You' to all the people who have made a difference in my life this year
Mom & Dad - For everything
Sri - For eating my brain as always and for all the nonsense and sense that we talk :)
Shwetha - For all the fun, gossip, never ending philosophy, lots of laughter and lots of crazy stuff, for the time we spent together, for considering me your best friend. Still . (haha)
Rashmi - For being the awesome person that you are. No matter after how long we meet.. nothing ever changes!
Srinija - You helped me survive deluxe. I guess we helped each other out! For all the cribbing sessions that we had(how i miss those!), and the plans that we made (and the ones that flopped... like ummmm... tattoos? i dont think i can mention the others here!).
Keerti - For being the (sometimes exasperating) Miss. Perfect that she is :) For all the motivation to get out of office at sharp 6! and for going shopping at 9 in the morning !
Gopal - For being the mentor and guide that you were and still are.
Amuktha & Anusha - For all the things we went through and shared.. for 6 years! Its only brought us closer.
 Bharath -  For talking.. just talking.. after 23 years! No i actually i dont even forgive you!
Apurva - For being back to how we were before :)  The moment we meet... we are lost in talking.. there is no stopping us!

     And also to many more people... strangers who have been an inspiration... acquaintances turned into friends... poeple somewhere who have somehow touched my life.

     The New Year spirit is becoming infectious.. I think i have caught some. I was never a New-Year-Celebrating-Kind-Of-Person. But this time i thought i'll just go with the flow... Just like how i optimistically think that "Its a new day tomorrow!" whenever am down in the dumps.. i thought ill extend that to "Its a New Year!".


Part 2 - Choice A?B?C?All?

 ** In continuation or in relation to this post **

                                             If Only I Had Wings ♥

Year End Cleaning!

Finally done! I started clearing out the junk in my room and it took me two whole days to finish it (Yeah spring cleaning in winter) The amount of rubbish (things that i once considered too precious to throw) that i have collected is enough to start my own Year End Clearence Sale - ofcourse no one would buy anything because its all junk! I dont know what it was doing sitting in my cupboards and wadrobe. But the good thing is that i have a whole lot of space, which has suddenly become visible to me :)

Everytime i clear up my room and make new space, i do so only with the aim of filling up that space. Clear old clothes - make space - shop - fill up space! I did that for everything - cothes, books etc. But this time am going to keep that empty space empty. No filling up. No shopping. (I thought it would help if i made this public :| )
And am suddenly filled with ideas as to how to re-decorate my room. I dont think i have done anything different or creative over the past one and a half years because i was busy with office. Thats a looooong time according to me. The last thing i remember doing was what every typical college going girl does - putting up photos of myself/friends/family/cousins and few weird posters(?!?)

So now since i have time on my hands or rather i can do what i want with my time, i totally want to change the look of my room. Will post a few pics as soon as am done.

Any creative ideas/inputs??

Fire on the mountain.. run..run..run..!

So we had a little bonfire at home yesterday. It was all our driver's idea... He decided that we should have a bonfire and fry a few 'kandulu' (Red gram) and sit around it and pop in a few. Of course my mom and grandma were instantly ready. And me - well i anyday prefer sitting indoors and frying the same in a microwave... but after they called me to come down 4 or 5 times.. i decided to go... and watch.. just watch.. from a distance..

It seems they do that in their village.. Especially during winter evenings, when they all gather around a warm fire, fry them (directly on the fire), keeping picking them, and all the while chat and gossip. I really dint understand what was so nice about breathing in smoke and almost burning your hand as you picked them directly off the fire, and get soot all over your fingers, and it was a healthy snack (maybe too healthy for a cold winter evening.. think of hot pakodas and coffee or hot chocolate).

Anyway he started the fire in an instant.. and i hung around and took a few pics and videos, just to avoid going near it.. i had to act like i was participating right? So i said i would record it and send it to my sis in Australia (There is a history behind her and that tree). Its a different story that even i ended up picking them and eating them , yes, with soot all over my hands. And they are damm healthy, full of protein, so shoot me! I have become very health concious over the past few months!

Anyway this reminded me of the huge bonfire we had for New Year's eve a couple of years back. And i had really loved it back then! We had spent the whole evening collecting dry twigs and leaves.. and had a bonfire on the terrace, with pillows and blankets all around, and some music and games(Remember Fire On the Mountain?) and watched the amazing fireworks as soon as it was midnight. There is something wonderful and cozy about bonfires (Yes am the same person who was cribbing about it at the beginning of the post) and that was one very special New Year. Sadly most of our gang is spread across the world now, so am just hoping that some time in the future we can do this again!


What is it about photos that makes us so crazy about them? We have around 20 albums or more lying in our cupboard... and hundreds of folders in the pc thanks to digi cams. Of course browsing through albums and going over each photo, each place, each scenario.... well nothing can beat that but of late we seem to be going click! click! click! at a rather crazy speed.

The first time we bought a digi cam we were sure we wouldnt use it much. Clicking pictures and giving the film for prints, waiting for a couple of days to see how they turned out, holding the actual photo in your hands when they are still fresh and sticking to each other.... that was something we grew up with our entire childhood and never expected (or wanted) digital cameras to replace that. Until we started using it... and the rest, as you say, is history!

Anything and everything needs to be clicked. I find a drastic difference in the way we used our digi cam over the first couple of years and now. 150 photos for a 4 day trip was a huge number. Now 150 photos per day on a 4 day trip has become "normal". The number of photos we clicked during our Euro Trip drove me mad! Not just sorting through them and uploading them and sending them to people... but just looking at them, was so tiresome. But somehow we just cant resist clicking.. Birthday = photos, Friends meeting up after a long time = photos, puja at home = photos, Function = photos, Marriage = get ready to be buried in photos, Vacation = i dont have to explain i guess!

Although it is fun to look back upon life through photos, i was wondering how it would be if there wasnt a single photo to remind us of the past. No pic of your first birthday, no pic of you in your lkg uniform, no pic of your cousins marriage - absolutely nothing. Would we be more cautious in storing everything in our mind? If we were on a vacation to an exotic place without a camera... would we actually, truly observe every detail, by actually looking... and be content with the fact that we made it here. We made it, we are here, now, right now, so just feel it and enjoy and be thankful. Imagine the same thing with a camera. You are stepping of the tour bus - click! standing in front of some famous statue - click! walking down the road - click! having lunch - click! hotel room - click! hotel entrance - click! single pic - click! whole family - click! along with the bus driver - click! ...well you get the point right..

I feel like trying to live without photos but somehow we are so scared of letting go of the past.. we want to hang on in any way possible.. we want to remember in every way possible. Our cluttered mind cannot hold onto images of a beautiful lake, your firend's birthday party, or your own content smile anymore.. It just slips off your mind, but you are desperate to hold on, to record every second.

Or maybe we just like it. *sigh* As usual.. being too cynical and complicating things. We like it. As simple as that. We like clicking the damm pictures. Get it now?

Art Classes with Fido!

I finally joined Art Classes, which i had been planning to do for a while now (if you can say that 4 yrs is 'a while'). I have been painting and sketching since as long as i can remember without any professional training and i must say that am *ahem* pretty good. But i have always wanted to learn, rather, see what they teach... I was always under the opinion that "Art" cannot be taught. Maybe because i had managed pretty well without any formal training.. And i also had the feeling that it would somehow spoil my natural style.. Whenever i paint i do so intuitively... my own free style... and obviously i can make it come out the way i want it to...

I dont believe in producing an exact replica of anything that am painting. I agree even that requires talent, and am sure i can do even that if i sit down patiently and set my mind to it. Of course i lack that patience and as i said the idea of replicating it to the last brush stroke never appealed to me. My art has always been for me. Something that i enjoy doing, something that makes me feel good. I dont think i have shown them to my family members or my friends either ( That was before posting a few on my blog ).

Anyway, today was the second class.. and am actually quite happy with her "way of teaching". I think she is someone who goes by the talent of the student.. am just doing my own thing there.. with her giving me a few tips and pointers (my natural style is safe then!) And since am not at home, i cant tear up a sketch just because its not to my liking and start over again. Which is good in a way.. its teaching me to be more patient.. Hmm... so much in two classes eh?? Well ill post a few finished "masterpieces" :P as soon as... ummm... they get finished..

p.s Fido is the lady's dog's name. She brings him to the art class every morning because she doesnt want to leave him alone at home. He's an adorable lil fella.
Included Fido's intro in the end because i dint want another post about dogs! Although he is so cute that i dont think ill be able to resist in a few days! :D

Well what next?

Well.. well.. well.. the rat is becoming too much a part of my life (and the blog) so.. here's the end of the story.. caught the rat.. set it free.. Our maid servant took it out and set it free.. far far away from the house.. actually thats what i thought until she came back and said she'd been too lazy, and walked just a few steps and set it free... and she kinda says she saw it run in the direction of our neighbours house.. Good luck to them!

So enjoying my moments of freedom i finally comepleted the book "Lance Armstrong: Its Not About The Bike". I usually never read biographies/autobiographics. I have always been too much into fiction to find bios even remotely interesting. I may be prejudiced, but the first one i read was Hitler's - Mein Kamph, which was during my college days. And Oh My God. I was bored to death right after the first page. Just to be polite i kept the book with me for a few months, which i considered would be the approx time the book would be finished, and returned it the person who gave it me. I think that was the first time i ever left a book half-way. Needless to say it totally put me off bios. I have been gifted something by/about Gandhi and something by Abdul Kalaam (I think) , but never did i touch them till now.. People know i love books, then why cant they gift me somehting new.. thrilling.. exciting?? Anything fiction. (Supposed to be a not-so-subtle hint people)

Anyway the next one i read was by James Frey, and i was bowled over. It was nothing like what i expected. I read all 3 of his books non-stop! So i braved an attempt to try one more.. and this one of Lance Armstrong's was pretty much ok.. It dint put me to sleep even when i was having a heavy cold and just swallowed some antibiotics and cough syrup (am already such a sleepy head and with these babies there is no saying how long ill sleep!).

Today lunch was at our neighbour's place because of some function, so happily, readily spent the afternoon out! And back to work from tomorrow (At last!).

And Oh Oh before i go here are few pics i couldnt resist uploading *he he he*
First the story : An orphan doggy and an orphan kitten who have become beshttt friends :D . They live outside my cousin's apartment, and they have become pets to everyone in the building.

I know what you are thinking.. First i go on about rats.. and now cats.. and dogs! Yeah i felt that too.. so am going to stop. No more from tomorrow i promise!


Ramblings #3

Todays turn of events:

I feel much much better today. Maybe bcoz i woke up late had breakfast and then again slept like a log. Its been days since i had such a deep sleep. Very refreshing.

The trap used to catch the rat ( read RatStory first in case you dont know ) has been moved from its place (by the rat?) . The trap is closed, the food has vanished, but there is no rat. I guess we are dealing with a super-rat here. Apart from vanishing from a closed cage, wonder what other powers its going to show.

I fell down today.. i was getting down the steps at dominos and at the last 3 steps... THUD!! Am down on my butt.. and i felt so bad.. not embarassed, even though a few people laughed, i really couldnt care less! but i fell down.. its frustrating coz i dint trip.. no one pushed me.. my heel dint break.. i just fell.. no idea how that happened..

And.. am happy today.. today is an overall happy day :) ( NOT bcoz i fell)

Mouse hunt... err... of a different kind.

Am stuck with a rat in the house. Since a WEEK! Its a big, hairy monster of a rat.. which is currently living in my aunt's room and occassionally visits other rooms. I hadn't actually seen it until yesterday. The first time it showed itself was in the middle of the night.. chewing the lid of one of the biscuit tins in my parents room. My mom woke up with a start, saw the rat, shooed it and went back to sleep. I stared at her in horror when she told me the next morning. She must have understood what i was thinking by my incredulous, horrified expression and she said "Dont worry, it wont really come near you"... "But we are getting rid of it!!" she added hastily as i opened my mouth to scream....

Since then i have been making sure that every door to every room is closed. Except my aunt's bedroom and the balcony, with the tiny hope that the rat would kindly let itself out. As if. It would anyday prefer the cozy, dark corners of the bedroom (There is too much stuff in there so it definitely has around 10 to 15 corners) rather than a 10 foot dive from the balcony. Hmm... i still dint give up hope though...

A couple of days back i was grabbing a post-dinner snack from my parents bedroom when i heard unmistakable rat noises... obviously i fled from there, locked myself in my room until my mom came... She bravely started poking around.. and then it came! Before i had a chance to scream properly (all that came out was a terrified squeak) and jump on the nearest bed/chair/table... it shot past me, back into my aunt's room.. We put up a bait for it.. like in 'Tom and Jerry' where Tom puts little pieces of cheese from Jerry's hole leading right to a trap..which Jerry always escaped. Well the same thing happened here... this jerry was too clever.. it polished all the snacks.. no trace of them at all.. the pieces of food or the rat!!!

*sigh* And now am alone at home... locked up in a room... jumping at every little noise... listening at the door... trying to hear any squeaks outside.... running out... getting whatever i want... making loud noises and walking like an elephant to scare away any approaching rats...and locking myself up again.... Ahhhhh... reminds me of a poem i wrote in class 9, for an english assignment.. its called the 'Mouse Hunt'. It was pretty good and my teacher loved it. Only thing i never thought it would come true. Anyway am positively sure this room is rat-free now, and all the squeaks i heard are imaginary, so.... settling down with a book until my mom comes home! I seriously doubt if I have the whole house to myself or the rat does! :|

When the mind wanders.......

Being sick and in bed gives you ample time and opportunity to put on your thinking cap and think of useless things. No matter how hard you try, your brain forms the most unexpected connections. So here's the list......

I saw a picture of a monkey. I smirked and thought to myself  "To think we all came from this!". But then I was thinking. Life would have been so much easier if I had been a damn monkey.
They don't have to write exams. They don't have to deal with identities. They don't get married. There's no poor monkey and rich monkey. There are no monkeys that go to war in Iraq. Or Afghanistan. As far as I know, there are none that blow themselves up to prove a point.
There are no Monkeys that preach bullshit to others and has a huge following. There are no Monkey Gods. Monkeys dont have to think of their careers. Monkeys dont have to try and have perfect hair.

In Monkey life, everything is fair.

Yes, I know what you're going to say. You're going to say, if you like it so much, then why don't you go live in the damn forest. Why are you enjoying the 'comforts' of life and still complaining?
Well, if i dint know there were any comforts, would i miss them?

Ok. Here goes. Things about traffic you always knew, but never really said out loud...perhaps once or twice..ok always! Everytime! Everyday!

1. Auto Drivers always think that from all the horns blaring around them, none of them are aimed at them.
2. Car drivers hate Bike Riders while stuck in traffic because riders get to squeeze by more easily.
3. Bike riders hate Car Drivers because drivers get to sit in AC while they're out in the sun (rain, smoke, or dust)
4. Bus drivers don't have AC nor can they squeeze by. They purposefully squeeze you out of every inch of road you have if they can help it.
5. Just as the light turns green, there is that one last pedestrian who always HAS to run in front of you just as you're taking off. Always!

I have no idea what made me think of monkeys and then traffic problems.. maybe i was dreaming about a monkey cop... or of living in the jungle (tarzaan types)... or plain bored... could be anything!


My dear friend Anusha broke all her previous records this time.. she messaged.. she called.. she answered calls.. and we met up!!! Just kidding anu... am really glad we met up after so long. Times have changed, we  all have changed.. and everybody has gone their separate ways.. its only an occasional mail or msg thats keeping us in touch with our friends. Thanks to all the social networking sites you are a part of everybody's virtual life.. but its just not the same as meeting someone face-to-face. So yesterday was really refreshing.. It reminded me of the days when we would sit and talk and talk for hours with no worry at all.. no thought of work pressures.. nothing. Girls if you both are reading this.... we should do this more often!

Quick post for now... My cold has worsened, and i have a fever. My head feels like a lead ball. So ill take my sleep deprived-puffy eyed-tired face and dig into some of the yummy chocolates that anu has bought :)

Ahhh... Nothing like chocolate therapy !

p.s- Anu you made it to BOTH our blogs! Thanks for following :P

Busy Weekend

Finally another BIG DAY has come to an and. Yes am obviously taking about a wedding. THE wedding of THE GUY who claimed he would be a BFL (Bachelor for life). Oh you should have heard him! And 6 months later he calls and says he is getting married. Hmmmmm.... needless to say that we ( the ones he made the claims to ) were all pissed.. and we still are! Keeping aside our desire to strangle him ( If you had just heard the way we talked you would know why am making such a big deal out of this!) we all do wish him a lifetime of love, trust and happiness. Happy Married life Bharath! ( We are not completely heartless you see)

So here's how it went......

11th ,Saturday
Rushed to the parlour in the afternoon. As usual we were already running late, so immediately rushed back home, packed our bags and rushed to the hotel. Its funny how i never knew there was a 'Hotel Parklane' in Parklane. Even after spending around 10yrs shopping in that area and walking on that road a thousand times.. never did i notice there was a hotel there. We went past it twice, before we asked someone and found it. Was amazingly spacious inside and quite nice. It was nothing like what you would expect from that area. Anyway spent the next few hours idling in the room. Apparently everyone was caught in a traffic jam in different parts of the city, including the bride and the groom. Everybody arrived at the hotel 2 hrs late for the reception. I spent the whole night chatting with my cousin, greeting various people (whom am supposed to know but i dont) with a fixed smile on my face. My cheek muscles are still aching. Food was delicious and yummm!

12th, Sunday
We had to be back at the hall by 3:30 for the actual muhurtam. By the time the second round of decking up was over, it was already 4 and we arrived just in time... Marriages have a strange effect on me. Coupled with that i had no sleep, and was hungry, So i sat there feeling all strange and happy and sad and craving for a cup of coffee. Luckily the ceremony was quite short (I think they skipped quite a few things) and soon we headed for breakfast... After eating and drowning a hot coffee... we went ahead and had some fun with the groom.. in front of all his friends..finally we were satisfied...when he was all pink and embarassed to the core.. and left him alone (for a while)

Got home at 10 and had to immediately start to another function.. a gruhapravesham.. it was completely on the other end of the city and i was ready to faint coz of lack of sleep and food. The apartment was amazing, but i was desperate for food, and i hardly looked around as we waited for lunch.. I could hardly keep my eyes open on the drive back.. Slept like a log as soon as i was home...

A weekend well spent i must say... But i think i have just had enough of weddings for quite some time.. any function or get-together for that matter... I hate all those relatives who come up to you and say "Do you remember me?". I usually feel like saying "No i dont" and walking away.. but instead find myself cringing under their look and giving a foolish smile and just standing there. It would eventually turn out that the last time they met me was when i was a five month old baby in diapers. uggghhhh.

Although a christmas party or a new year's bash wouldnt hurt.. :)


TGI Friday!

I have again become lazy about doing new posts... i think i have discovered a pattern here.. after a few creative posts my brain cells refuse to work... its like they need a recharge to function properly again.. so thats exactly what i have been doing.. recharging myself! Last few days have been very relaxing indeed... what with shopping.. reading books.. eating and sleeping... i have pampered my lazy side a lot more than it deserves!

Its going to be a busy weekend... with a marriage and a gruhapravesham to attend... and before that shopping again today for gifts.. ! (Thats one thing i never get tired of)... i cant believe its the end of the year.. 2010 has gone by very fast! December and January are going to be a blur for me... I have a lot of things planned..and hopefully they'll all happen!

Just a short post for now... while i go back to my book... :)

Currently reading :

Will post a review as soon as am done!



Some of my all time favourite paintings and sketches and DIYs :)

Mom's birthday gift (nov '10) - photo album

Broken Image

*Warning - Any resemblance to characters/events in real life is purely coincidental. Consider this as pure fiction :) *

She flew up the stairs trying to outrun all the screaming. The taunting little voice in her head spoke up. 'You think you can run away? You think u can just drown that voice? You think u can run away from the truth? '. She took a deep breath, tried calming herself and slammed the door to her room. She had to do something but, now was not the time. She need to escape, not physically but mentally.  5 months had gone by. She was dreading the sixth but had no idea how she was going to escape it. Time wasn't going to wait for anyone. Time.... she closed her eyes cursing herself. Time.... had been her best friend and her worst foe all these years. She dint want to think of the past. She wished she could shut it out.. out of her mind. She browsed through her perfectly written plans and schedules, as if an answer would spring to her from the pages. She turned the pages over, going through the meticulous planning she had done over the years.
Was it really over? She still had hope.. despite the turmoil that she was in. She dint want to let go... Time was flying by.. She sat there, silent, lost in thoughts... Was it really over??


So i gave in to my creative "story telling" side and this is an excerpt from.. well... lets say... my future novel.. ;)  It doesn't have a story line yet . Only a tentative title... Lets see where it goes..!

Good Bad Day with some Gyan

Dint find anything worthwhile to blog about but was a Busy day today! Contradictory right? I did a lot today and i could have put down my whole day here.. oh well.. sometimes i am considerate enough not to bore my readers *snigger* . It was a bad day which turned good -> very bad -> ok -> good again. Yes all because of i,me,syself - the moody creature. Its funny how a seemingly pointless thing can turn your whole day backwards... and before you realise it you are back on track.

Someone told me that, If you want to better your life, remember the bad things that you have done to yourself/others and remember the good things that others have done to you. Keep in mind your mistakes, errors in judgement, and use that to change yourself, think differently, find better approaches. Keep in mind the positives of each person, learn something from each person and each experience.

But we always do the opposite. We remember the good that we have done and the bad that people have done to us. And it it just bloats our head and makes us hate and take revenge on people. Not to mention it increases our expectations and along with it our disappointments, frustrations and the list is endless! Well anything in theory sounds fancy but implementing it is a different story. Its the last month of 2010 and the time has come to make resolutions that we never ever keep up. But i have seen a lot of change in me this year, and maybe this theory is something that i would like to stick to. I think i have had enough of cribbing and am sure everyone around me would be happy to know that! No harm in bettering my life right?

So enough gyan for today! Enough cribbing for today and a long time to come! (Hopefully.. i've never stayed away from it too long :| ) ok seriously! Enough!

Ramblings #2

Excuse me people but today i just want to rant! Yes, i know i do that everyday but today is somewhat different. You'll know as you read.

First, i feel sick. I just want to lie on my bed and sleep the whole day.
Second, i feel like breaking something into pieces. Crush it with my hands till it vanishes.
Third, i feel like yelling at the top of my voice but unfortunately i have zero energy to do that. Am exhausted even though i have done nothing. So it would be very nice if one of you could just yell for me. Thats right. Go to the person nearest to you and yell his brains out. For me.
Fourth, am shivering with cold. No, i dont have a fever. Yes, i can see its burning hot outside. But i feel cold cold cold.
Fifth, i have a block. A mental block. Am not able to think of anything. My mind is blank. You would think i'd be relieved to not think for one day? This is worse than my continuous thinking. I'd prefer "thinking" to "this" anyday. Trust me.
Sixth, I have some huge news to share.
Seventh, Ok i lied. There is no news. No news is good news right?

And now.. i have officially lost it!

Until i "find it" again..........................

I can see my sense of humour has gone for a toss.. so before i get hit with rotten tomatoes.. i take your leave!

My parents are on Facebook!

Life on facebook can be fun and, as i discovered after i quit my old job, addictive too.. We would spend hours in office making fun of "those people" who seemed to find it impossible to go about their day without sharing every second of their life on fb.. Updating their status messages every other second, posting photos everyday.. I thought i would never ever do that until i discovered it was only a lack of internet connection that was stopping me. So it was no surprise when i jumped onto the bandwagon with the rest of the guys.. it went on for a while.. was fun, entertaining, great way to catch up on gossip.. until.....

.... my parents ( read plural ) were on FB...

Initial shock led to some real good fun ( kidding!... about the shock part not the fun part )

Dad - What is this wall? what does wall mean? hey is this your profile? show me your friends na.. i want to see...what was that girl's name.. in school? that girl... who always got first rank..? hey this guy is that guy.. he dint give those farewell photos.. that guy na.. what was his name? hey she looks the same! where is she now.. what is she doing? what is this wall?

Thats my dad - A hundred questions, no patience to wait for answers, and Me- no patience to answer.
But he got the hang of it pretty quick, his list of friends is increasing day by day and threatning to take over my number :O  Apart from ocassionally worrying and questioning me about some weird status message that i put up ( I said "Time should stop.. right now" whats so weird about that i say? ) my dad is a very cool friend to have on my list. Much much better than my mom.

Ok here we go. Mom. On facebook. BIG mistake.
*Mom i know ull read this. I know ull take it in the right spirit ;) *

1. She forgets the id with which she should login. Reason being she has so many accounts.
2. The moment she logs in, she'll call me, and the doubts begin.
    "Ok last time. now tell me.... how do i go to my wall?"
    "Is this my wall or your wall?"
    "How do i post on your wall? (grinning) i used the right word na.. posting na.. correct?"

    (shouting from the hall.. and am in my room)
mom - ok after commenting, wat am i supposed to do?
me - (confused irritated expression) what do you mean? log off, browse, do whatever you want!
mom - i want to see the comment i put...
me - (grumble and get up) you are supposed to click on 'post comment'.. only then it will be posted na..  obvious na...
mom - ok where is it.. i cant see...
me - mommmmm!!! scroll down!!!!
mom - ok ok dont shout.. ok done.. thats all..?

Trust me. She enjoys me screaming at her.

3. She has 9 friends. That includes all our family.
4. She wants to learn to upload pictures.. it takes me 2 days to teach her after which she promptly forgets. And calls me when am on the way to a movie with doubts. I come home and end up selecting and uploading all the pics. ( Though i crib, we spend many happy hours wasting time together *grin* )
5. And as if to prove my point, she just called me and said "hey it seems uma aunty commented on some photos.. check and tell me.. and reply to them.. bye"

Hmmm.. Whoever complained about their parents joining facebook.. has no idea what they are talking about! I just love it !

Birthday bummers (this is NOT for people who enjoy their birthdays)

Birthday = balloons + mickey mouse cake + gifts
That was the way it was when i was a kid. For every birthday, i would start getting excited a month in advance, planning which frock to buy, what chocolates to give at school, whether i wanted a star shaped cake or a mickey mouse cake ( I think this was my favourite till i was 6 yrs old ). I was going through my old birthday album and its funny to see that i used to love my birthday. Not that i hate it now, am just indifferent. Its just another day. Back then it was THE DAY!

A week or two before the D-day, the preparations would start. Buying crepe colour papers(they are called something right?? dont remember) and balloons, deciding whom to invite, buying matching clips and bands for my dress, deciding which dress i would wear to school and which one at home ( i always bought two ). And on the D-day, i would be super excited, finish dressing up and my dad would be ready with the camera, me ready with the poses! Hmmm things have changed a lot.. except maybe the 'photo session' part! Since my dad's birthday falls on the same day, it has become a tradition to take at least one picture together.

In school it was a whole different story - singing the birthday song in class, going with one of your friends to each class and giving chocolates to teachers, i cant believe that that was ME! Now i do anything and everything to make sure people dont know its my birthday, or if they do know, trying my best not to draw attention and not making a big deal out of it, forget about giving chocolates!

Birthdays were fun! Rather childhood was fun... I dont know why we make things so complicated ( we - meaning people like me who have a "thing" against birthdays now, things - meaning birthdays). Its a mixed feeling, bordering between not wanting to make a big deal out of it-wanting to feel good-but knowing that there is nothing that special about it-wishing there was a reason to feel good-confused as to why you dont have any reasons-trying not to think at least this one day-failing miserably- and a whole bunch of crap. See what i mean? We complicate it for no reason at all. Why be so grumpy and gloomy if its just like any aother day??? Because its not. That means its different.Special. So why not make it special??? Because it just feels stupid. GOD! I wish i'd stop doing that. And just have fun. Birthday or not. Just make it a happy, fun day. When did i become so cynical and confused? I feel sad when i look at my birthday photos.. All happy and excited.. smiling at the camera... licking cream off the cake... blowing candles... opening gifts..

Maybe this time ill do something different.. for a change.. Maybe if i start brainwashing myself from now, i might actually end up being happy on that day.. maybe.. *sigh*