You know I think life ought to be lived by the moment. Every moment cherished and savoured. For all you know, we could stop existing the next second. And I doubt providence is benevolent enough to give all of us the time and circumstances to reach all the goals we/others set for us. It's about realizing that the journey towards these goals, just the ones that matter to us, is most important. It's about realizing that life's too precious to be wasted away in monotonous pursuit of something imposed upon us by self or society, in the hope of euhporia on reaching that goal, sacrificing the little pleasures on the way! Life isn't about completing what we started. It's about starting whatever we want to, and taking it only as far as it interests us! For there's no guarantee you'll reach the goal in time, and in the end, if you don't, you would've at least had the satisfaction of a pleasant journey...
No, I'm not saying anything new here, neither am I trying to sound profound. It's just that fate has an iron clasp, and it's upto us to decide if we want sqirm in its grip and cut our wrists or give in and let it lead us, and atleast strike up interesting conversation with the prisoners it picks along on the way.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
That thing about her!! aka That thing about your sister (if you're a guy)
I've been wondering of late what it is about her that's driving me crazy! And the answer is something I will definitely have a hard time finding. Even the Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy won't tell me :(
Now I want to settle with her in someplace like Bologna, and set up a farm or something and live a peaceful life. Aah that would be heaven! For those who talk of pipe dreams, this one's perhaps a whole goddam irrigation plant dream!! Anyways, there has to be more than just a pleasant voice to make you fall in love with someone head over heels and want to shamelessly, and in fact proudly proclaim in public (atleast to the ch1 public) that you want to marry her and settle down!!
What the hell is it then? Looks?? I don't think so. Character?? I wouldn't know, for I haven't even made friends with her let alone get to know her to pass a judgement about it, but then I am assuming it's as sweet as her voice. Then what the hell is it?? I do not want an answer to that, for that's besides the point, the point being I love her, and the "besides" being WHY I love her.
When she goes "Dhadkan bhi betaab hai" you feel this sensation coursing through your veins. Or rather I feel that way. It's ok if YOU don't feel that way. Coz she's mine anyways, loser! Oh how I wish! :(((
And now my sweetheart's won a national award!!! Congratulations!! Please join me in congratulating her, by showering your wishes as comments here, and make sure to comment on what a cute, sweet, mushy, perfect pair we'd make, smiling in the pictursque photographs of Bologna that I'd show you folks once my dream comes true!!
Now I realize what a gross understatement I have made by calling her voice "pleasant" in the second para! I think I'll make it up to her by buying her some nice pasta!!
Purpose of this post?? Congratulations Shreya! I'll be ever pining hmmpfff!! :(
Now I want to settle with her in someplace like Bologna, and set up a farm or something and live a peaceful life. Aah that would be heaven! For those who talk of pipe dreams, this one's perhaps a whole goddam irrigation plant dream!! Anyways, there has to be more than just a pleasant voice to make you fall in love with someone head over heels and want to shamelessly, and in fact proudly proclaim in public (atleast to the ch1 public) that you want to marry her and settle down!!
What the hell is it then? Looks?? I don't think so. Character?? I wouldn't know, for I haven't even made friends with her let alone get to know her to pass a judgement about it, but then I am assuming it's as sweet as her voice. Then what the hell is it?? I do not want an answer to that, for that's besides the point, the point being I love her, and the "besides" being WHY I love her.
When she goes "Dhadkan bhi betaab hai" you feel this sensation coursing through your veins. Or rather I feel that way. It's ok if YOU don't feel that way. Coz she's mine anyways, loser! Oh how I wish! :(((
And now my sweetheart's won a national award!!! Congratulations!! Please join me in congratulating her, by showering your wishes as comments here, and make sure to comment on what a cute, sweet, mushy, perfect pair we'd make, smiling in the pictursque photographs of Bologna that I'd show you folks once my dream comes true!!
Now I realize what a gross understatement I have made by calling her voice "pleasant" in the second para! I think I'll make it up to her by buying her some nice pasta!!
Purpose of this post?? Congratulations Shreya! I'll be ever pining hmmpfff!! :(
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Happy Diwali :)
The festival of lights! May it bring immense joy and unbounded happiness in your life! May the universe conspire to make all your dreams come true! Here's wishing you all a wonderful super duper Diwali :)
Love
Vj
Love
Vj
Friday, October 09, 2009
Bombay chutney and ARR-acha maavu
Busy week this one's been. Two days in Bombay(I love to call it that and I’m not Karan Johar, so smartasses please don't correct me that it's Mumbai), and back. Read my first Wodehouse novel, and loved the old world charm, the Brit humour (note the "u") and all that! Planning to read either Catch 22 or To Kill a Mockingbird next… Started Catch 22 long back and never managed to go beyond a few pages. Something tells me I'm gonna like it this time around.
My comp's died on me, and I haven't been able to find the time to get her up and working. Planning to do it tomorrow... Heck what's life without a computer for emotional and moral support!
Speaking of Bombay, I have always loved the city and like it even more now. Though I couldn't extend my stay beyond two days, I enjoyed every minute of it! This city's so lively and two years of my absence seems to have done it a lot of good ;-) The climate was damp, yet welcoming.
Of course, the flights to and fro were as usual dreaded by me. I hate flying. Something about the whole process of subjecting yourself to an aluminium enclosure eleven kilometers above sea level doesn't quite go down well with me and my intestines. And then there's airline food which this time thankfully, I had the option of not buying, since I was flying low cost (supposedly!).
The onward flight was much more turbulent but somehow the thought of touching down at maximum city did some good in alleviating my discomfort. Even before I boarded the return flight, I had a feeling of already being in Chennai, what with the guy behind me pushing me even before the ferry bus’s doors opened, and that maami and her family promptly inventing a double queue at the steps of the plane. With all due respect to civilized Chennaiites and Mumbaikars, we f***in lack patience and courtesy. And deo sprays.
I've been trying to hum Amruthavarshini all day, with a hope to achieve Bombay-like conditions here. With some success I must haughtily say. For it rained in Mambalam when I hummed in Siruseri yesterday! God must've known I live there! Now the rest of blogosphere knows too. Well, may not the rest as in the WHOLE of the REST of blogosphere, but at least this small bunch of blokes reading this rather rummy (I've just read Wodehouse remember??) post know! Today there are clouds hanging over in the distance. Will keep my ardent readers posted on whether they came to my crooning.
And now to all of you who are attending Rahman sir's concert on Sunday. As much as I am jealous of you, since I myself might not make it, I'd like to wish you all the elation and happiness and whatever emotions Rahman sir's music evokes in you. In return for this kindness, I want nothing. Peace out. Have fun! And make sure you guys scream when the MC asks you to scream! After all that's what an artist seeks at the end of the day!! Sore throats! :D. And add my three thousand cheers to yours. Hip Hip Hu(ARR)ay!
I understand the above paragraph to be rather deviant in mood and general writing style from the rest of this post. It's called the ARR syndrome. Typical patients suffer from hyper ventilation, lack of words, or rather, lack of clarity of thought and general restless eagerness to be there at the concert. Now that you know, may the universe conspire to bless you with this syndrome.
Inglourious Basterds STILL hasn't released in Chennai. Much like the time Phone Booth was released around 8 months after I'd seen it in Bombay. Go on. Test our patience. Don't blame the pirates later!
Random One Line Update: Aaj Dil Gustakh Hai rocks!
Random Quote from my Quote Hanger: You can take a horse to the water, but to make it drink, it has to be thirsty.
Random Incomplete line: And then she told Adam, "Oh how I wish you learnt to finish what...
Random Inference: I've been writing a series of "Random" things without the slightest notion why.
Random Inference 2: Looks like I'm trying to find a way to end this post and am stuck in a loop.
Random Note: My brain tells me I've used the word inference twice and using it a third time will make it kind of un-cool. Hence...
Random Conclusion: This post has ended.
Random gibe at you: You still read this line anyway!!
My comp's died on me, and I haven't been able to find the time to get her up and working. Planning to do it tomorrow... Heck what's life without a computer for emotional and moral support!
Speaking of Bombay, I have always loved the city and like it even more now. Though I couldn't extend my stay beyond two days, I enjoyed every minute of it! This city's so lively and two years of my absence seems to have done it a lot of good ;-) The climate was damp, yet welcoming.
Of course, the flights to and fro were as usual dreaded by me. I hate flying. Something about the whole process of subjecting yourself to an aluminium enclosure eleven kilometers above sea level doesn't quite go down well with me and my intestines. And then there's airline food which this time thankfully, I had the option of not buying, since I was flying low cost (supposedly!).
The onward flight was much more turbulent but somehow the thought of touching down at maximum city did some good in alleviating my discomfort. Even before I boarded the return flight, I had a feeling of already being in Chennai, what with the guy behind me pushing me even before the ferry bus’s doors opened, and that maami and her family promptly inventing a double queue at the steps of the plane. With all due respect to civilized Chennaiites and Mumbaikars, we f***in lack patience and courtesy. And deo sprays.
I've been trying to hum Amruthavarshini all day, with a hope to achieve Bombay-like conditions here. With some success I must haughtily say. For it rained in Mambalam when I hummed in Siruseri yesterday! God must've known I live there! Now the rest of blogosphere knows too. Well, may not the rest as in the WHOLE of the REST of blogosphere, but at least this small bunch of blokes reading this rather rummy (I've just read Wodehouse remember??) post know! Today there are clouds hanging over in the distance. Will keep my ardent readers posted on whether they came to my crooning.
And now to all of you who are attending Rahman sir's concert on Sunday. As much as I am jealous of you, since I myself might not make it, I'd like to wish you all the elation and happiness and whatever emotions Rahman sir's music evokes in you. In return for this kindness, I want nothing. Peace out. Have fun! And make sure you guys scream when the MC asks you to scream! After all that's what an artist seeks at the end of the day!! Sore throats! :D. And add my three thousand cheers to yours. Hip Hip Hu(ARR)ay!
I understand the above paragraph to be rather deviant in mood and general writing style from the rest of this post. It's called the ARR syndrome. Typical patients suffer from hyper ventilation, lack of words, or rather, lack of clarity of thought and general restless eagerness to be there at the concert. Now that you know, may the universe conspire to bless you with this syndrome.
Inglourious Basterds STILL hasn't released in Chennai. Much like the time Phone Booth was released around 8 months after I'd seen it in Bombay. Go on. Test our patience. Don't blame the pirates later!
Random One Line Update: Aaj Dil Gustakh Hai rocks!
Random Quote from my Quote Hanger: You can take a horse to the water, but to make it drink, it has to be thirsty.
Random Incomplete line: And then she told Adam, "Oh how I wish you learnt to finish what...
Random Inference: I've been writing a series of "Random" things without the slightest notion why.
Random Inference 2: Looks like I'm trying to find a way to end this post and am stuck in a loop.
Random Note: My brain tells me I've used the word inference twice and using it a third time will make it kind of un-cool. Hence...
Random Conclusion: This post has ended.
Random gibe at you: You still read this line anyway!!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Vidhyaarambham, Vada Paayasam and Karaharapriya
Don't let the title mislead you into thinking I've had my share of Vada Payasam. Yesterday yes, but not today! Since it's a working day at Cognizant, there was time just to take bath, do some very basic pooja, sing a song "Shaasthrathukku" and rush. Breakfast was Corn Flakes and Milk. And some Kesari and Appam thanks to a good friend who also happens to be part of the thachi mammoo brigade.
So what is it about today that makes it special? For the typical Tambrahm, it's the day our parents forced us into Paatu Class (you may add Keyboard, carnatic of course, violin, mridangam and dance to that list) when we were kids. While for some of us it was a new beginning, for some others it was about the only day they even went to class! I do not remember if my first paattu class started on Vijayadasami day, but I do remember reverentially taking Aashirvadams from my Gurus and saashtaangama sevichufying, Abhivadaye included (My Guru for most part of my learning, Shri.O.V.Subramaniam sir used to crane his ears to listen to what I was saying). Those were good times, singing Mandara Dararey loudly, "Nanna Vaaya vittu paadu" my dad used to say. Perhaps I am getting nostalgic about the days I was properly learning music. sometimes I wish I had continued...I guess I will, when it has to happen.
And this was the day moms were waiting to take revenge on us for having not touched books the previous day. At least one chapter per subject had to be studied. And there would be this feeling what we did today would reflect on what we got in the exams. The harder you studied today, the better. Only, what matters is how hard you study two days before the exam onwards :p
And then there used to be the usual aathu saappadu, which still is, only I'm stuck at office :(
More Kozhambu with Vada in it, Vadai otherwise, saathumudhu (I like it with Vadai in it too :D), Akaaravadasal(yeah "vada" in it, but just the spelling lol), and saving the thachi mammoo for the afternoon. Pretty much the basic menu for any Iyengar festival, with additions depending on the nature of the festival. Oh we have variety and so much don't we??
Had a Karaharapriya hangover, sleeping off last night listening to Madurai Mani Iyer. Quite literally a hangover, for the splitting headache's still there! It didn't help that I was listening this morning to quite a long exploration of Kalyani (if it lasted from Mambalam to Siruseri, I guess it WAS prettylong). The headache won't go till I'm back to bed. Which is unlikely. No mood for vada paayasam either. Somehow can't get out of the weekend mood, hence decided to blog about it. I guess many of you would identify with the current mood. For those who don't, happy working!
Other updates over the weekend include watching Eeram (decent flick), scaring the crap out of the thachi mammoo brigadier mentioned above, post movie, super lunch celebrating 2 years of Cognizance, The Godfather (movie), watching the match slip out of India's hands, as I slipped out of consciousness, Saraswati pooja, going for a comedy(supposedly!) play by the Rebelz theatre group and trying verrrrry hard to laugh, taking revenge on the friend who called me to the play by making him buy snacks, watching Quick Gun Murugan (finally, and nothing great about it).
Have a great week folks!! And a greater weekend! :)
So what is it about today that makes it special? For the typical Tambrahm, it's the day our parents forced us into Paatu Class (you may add Keyboard, carnatic of course, violin, mridangam and dance to that list) when we were kids. While for some of us it was a new beginning, for some others it was about the only day they even went to class! I do not remember if my first paattu class started on Vijayadasami day, but I do remember reverentially taking Aashirvadams from my Gurus and saashtaangama sevichufying, Abhivadaye included (My Guru for most part of my learning, Shri.O.V.Subramaniam sir used to crane his ears to listen to what I was saying). Those were good times, singing Mandara Dararey loudly, "Nanna Vaaya vittu paadu" my dad used to say. Perhaps I am getting nostalgic about the days I was properly learning music. sometimes I wish I had continued...I guess I will, when it has to happen.
And this was the day moms were waiting to take revenge on us for having not touched books the previous day. At least one chapter per subject had to be studied. And there would be this feeling what we did today would reflect on what we got in the exams. The harder you studied today, the better. Only, what matters is how hard you study two days before the exam onwards :p
And then there used to be the usual aathu saappadu, which still is, only I'm stuck at office :(
More Kozhambu with Vada in it, Vadai otherwise, saathumudhu (I like it with Vadai in it too :D), Akaaravadasal(yeah "vada" in it, but just the spelling lol), and saving the thachi mammoo for the afternoon. Pretty much the basic menu for any Iyengar festival, with additions depending on the nature of the festival. Oh we have variety and so much don't we??
Had a Karaharapriya hangover, sleeping off last night listening to Madurai Mani Iyer. Quite literally a hangover, for the splitting headache's still there! It didn't help that I was listening this morning to quite a long exploration of Kalyani (if it lasted from Mambalam to Siruseri, I guess it WAS prettylong). The headache won't go till I'm back to bed. Which is unlikely. No mood for vada paayasam either. Somehow can't get out of the weekend mood, hence decided to blog about it. I guess many of you would identify with the current mood. For those who don't, happy working!
Other updates over the weekend include watching Eeram (decent flick), scaring the crap out of the thachi mammoo brigadier mentioned above, post movie, super lunch celebrating 2 years of Cognizance, The Godfather (movie), watching the match slip out of India's hands, as I slipped out of consciousness, Saraswati pooja, going for a comedy(supposedly!) play by the Rebelz theatre group and trying verrrrry hard to laugh, taking revenge on the friend who called me to the play by making him buy snacks, watching Quick Gun Murugan (finally, and nothing great about it).
Have a great week folks!! And a greater weekend! :)
Thursday, September 24, 2009
2 years of Cognizance, Tarantino and more...
Been an eventful few days. Did a show with the Cognizant band Euphony last sunday for charity. Was a grand success and real fun! Had a great choice of songs to sing, including Masakkali, Thai Manney Vanakam, Pehla Nasha, Lukka Chupi and Heal the World. Excellent audience, by far the best Euphony has performed to. Raised a few lakhs with our efforts. Feels good :)
Can't understand all the hype about the decline of One Day Internationals and panic surrounding their revival or extinction. I still feel they rock, and that it's just the corporate bigwigs that want the slam bang T20 to replace ODIs. Every time Sachin scores a century, India rejoices! And what a feeling it was when he did that last week! We must be gifted to have grown up watching this guy play.
Throat's completely hoarse and severe cold's set in, and looks like it'll be a few days before I'll get back to singing. Have quite a few movies to catch up on, Kaminey included. Hope to do this sometime in the coming week.
Realize I've been writing this post in Facebook-Status-Update-Mode. But of course isn't this the world of instant everything?? So why not tweet? Only I everytime I feel like updating my FB status, I end up with extreme loss of ideas and thoughts. Surprisingly, blogging seems to help. Not that I've been doing it too frequently of late.
Among other things, today marks two years of working in Cognizant. Must say it's been a pleasant journey so far :-)
Plan to go out with batchmates this weekend to celebrate. Movie perhaps.
Planning to start a new blog chronicling my musical journey, with samples of stuff I've sung or composed. Would like your opinion on this. This would be sort of a music profile. The intentions, to reach out to the public and get their feedback on my work.
Plan to blog more as well. That's been the plan every time I've blogged. To make the next post come earlier. But I guess the universe has its own way of making things happen and not happen. We're just canoes drifting along the current aren't we?
Have a great movie suggestion to end this post with: Watch out for Inglorious Basterds by Quentin Tarantino. Don't know if it'll release here in India, but the movie's a masterpiece. Of course strictly for Noir and Tarantino fans. If you're the types that sobs on Karan Johar's foren scenery cotton candy, this one's blasphemy. Have a great life you folks! Like a bloggger I know oft puts it , may the universe do whatever it is to make whatever it is that's to happen happen and whatever shouldn't, not to. Of course that blogger never said these exact words, in fact perhaps just the word "universe", but life's about confusing the senses out of people isn't it ? ;-)
Can't understand all the hype about the decline of One Day Internationals and panic surrounding their revival or extinction. I still feel they rock, and that it's just the corporate bigwigs that want the slam bang T20 to replace ODIs. Every time Sachin scores a century, India rejoices! And what a feeling it was when he did that last week! We must be gifted to have grown up watching this guy play.
Throat's completely hoarse and severe cold's set in, and looks like it'll be a few days before I'll get back to singing. Have quite a few movies to catch up on, Kaminey included. Hope to do this sometime in the coming week.
Realize I've been writing this post in Facebook-Status-Update-Mode. But of course isn't this the world of instant everything?? So why not tweet? Only I everytime I feel like updating my FB status, I end up with extreme loss of ideas and thoughts. Surprisingly, blogging seems to help. Not that I've been doing it too frequently of late.
Among other things, today marks two years of working in Cognizant. Must say it's been a pleasant journey so far :-)
Plan to go out with batchmates this weekend to celebrate. Movie perhaps.
Planning to start a new blog chronicling my musical journey, with samples of stuff I've sung or composed. Would like your opinion on this. This would be sort of a music profile. The intentions, to reach out to the public and get their feedback on my work.
Plan to blog more as well. That's been the plan every time I've blogged. To make the next post come earlier. But I guess the universe has its own way of making things happen and not happen. We're just canoes drifting along the current aren't we?
Have a great movie suggestion to end this post with: Watch out for Inglorious Basterds by Quentin Tarantino. Don't know if it'll release here in India, but the movie's a masterpiece. Of course strictly for Noir and Tarantino fans. If you're the types that sobs on Karan Johar's foren scenery cotton candy, this one's blasphemy. Have a great life you folks! Like a bloggger I know oft puts it , may the universe do whatever it is to make whatever it is that's to happen happen and whatever shouldn't, not to. Of course that blogger never said these exact words, in fact perhaps just the word "universe", but life's about confusing the senses out of people isn't it ? ;-)
Thursday, August 13, 2009
19-B
8.10- 9.00 AM
As usual, I've missed my office bus today… but only by 5 minutes. Those who know me well will realize I've made quite some progress, for I was actually CLOSE to catching the bus on time!
So here I am, seated in the 19B ac bus. It's a miracle I’ve got a seat today. No eye candy today. It's not Friday yet. But then Friday has its own woes, with companies giving people freedom to dress in casuals. I bet a lot of men and sane women would agree with me when I say this freedom is utterly misused. They should call them Friday casualties instead. What else can you call a pink-playboy-bunny-printed-tee-with-oily-hair-mallipoo-and-utterly-matchless –jean(wonder why they miss out on the ‘s’) combo!?
So I take out my mp3 player, and curse myself for stuffing it with classical music the previous night. I switch to fm, and poof! No charge. Fortunately (unfortunately I realize later), the bus has a radio set. Popular appaalam friends, traffic updates, a very important debate about the need for a gents coach in ladies-only trains (with of course a lot of female callers vehemently opposing the idea), and some unimpressive songs… The weather is super outside; not sunny but bright enough. Which gets me thinking...
There’s this wonderful thing about Facebook. All you need is a mobile phone to unleash your inner creativity upon hapless visitors to your profile. And what better way to welcome them, but with a thathuvam?? :D Hence my status now reads: Nice weather...To look at... from inside an air conditioned bus. No idea how it actually feels the other side of the window, though everything's in plain sight to see. Much like the opinions we form of others isn't it?:)
And then I notice the masks. Is that why I missed the eye candy? Err…certainly not. In fact I am grateful the masks are on in some cases. Swine flu everywhere! And it spreads through air, water and land they say! Everyone’s paranoid! I’m just glad it doesn’t spread through blogs! What’s that bad smell?? No we aren’t even near the other “informed” IT Company beyond Sholinganallur yet. That’s the area which consistently stinks when the bus passes through it. I mean, it’s been that way since my training days at Siruseri! Bottomline (no pun intended): People should watch what they eat for breakfast! At least when they decide to travel by ac bus and sit next to me! Now I wish I had a mask too. Who cares if Swine flu doesn’t spread through potatoes or whatever! Bad smell does!
And I get second time lucky today. Now, seated three rows ahead of the putrescence and a Rahman song playing on radio, I’m kind of relieved. Just about ten minutes to go. A close friend from the US has commented on the thathuvam. And thanks to that wonderful feature in Facebook I mentioned earlier, the update comes instantly to my mobile. My friend asks me if I’ve had love failure or something. I’m tempted to reply it’s more of a failure of common sense, a failure of the ability of people to realize love never fails; it’s us humans who resign to fate and declare ourselves victims of deceit, betrayal and other dark things. Ask the guy who loved every beautiful woman he saw, and he’ll tell you love never fails. For you have to fall into it, to drown. Those who go in with floats have all the fun ;-)
But I take pity on my dear friend’s lonely plight, and decide against subjecting him to another of my abominations in reply. I decide then and there, for no apparent reason that today I shall blog about this. Like I’ve ever blogged with a reason... Time to get down... And as usual, I have succeeded in blogging about a drab journey to office, as if it were the next big thing to happen after Jacko’s death! (no offence meant to Jacko fans, I’m one myself). You folks have a wonderful day at office, or home, or wherever you are! I’m getting back to work. This one’s done n dusted. Keep the comments flowing even if the thoughts aren’t! ;)
As usual, I've missed my office bus today… but only by 5 minutes. Those who know me well will realize I've made quite some progress, for I was actually CLOSE to catching the bus on time!
So here I am, seated in the 19B ac bus. It's a miracle I’ve got a seat today. No eye candy today. It's not Friday yet. But then Friday has its own woes, with companies giving people freedom to dress in casuals. I bet a lot of men and sane women would agree with me when I say this freedom is utterly misused. They should call them Friday casualties instead. What else can you call a pink-playboy-bunny-printed-tee-with-oily-hair-mallipoo-and-utterly-matchless –jean(wonder why they miss out on the ‘s’) combo!?
So I take out my mp3 player, and curse myself for stuffing it with classical music the previous night. I switch to fm, and poof! No charge. Fortunately (unfortunately I realize later), the bus has a radio set. Popular appaalam friends, traffic updates, a very important debate about the need for a gents coach in ladies-only trains (with of course a lot of female callers vehemently opposing the idea), and some unimpressive songs… The weather is super outside; not sunny but bright enough. Which gets me thinking...
There’s this wonderful thing about Facebook. All you need is a mobile phone to unleash your inner creativity upon hapless visitors to your profile. And what better way to welcome them, but with a thathuvam?? :D Hence my status now reads: Nice weather...To look at... from inside an air conditioned bus. No idea how it actually feels the other side of the window, though everything's in plain sight to see. Much like the opinions we form of others isn't it?:)
And then I notice the masks. Is that why I missed the eye candy? Err…certainly not. In fact I am grateful the masks are on in some cases. Swine flu everywhere! And it spreads through air, water and land they say! Everyone’s paranoid! I’m just glad it doesn’t spread through blogs! What’s that bad smell?? No we aren’t even near the other “informed” IT Company beyond Sholinganallur yet. That’s the area which consistently stinks when the bus passes through it. I mean, it’s been that way since my training days at Siruseri! Bottomline (no pun intended): People should watch what they eat for breakfast! At least when they decide to travel by ac bus and sit next to me! Now I wish I had a mask too. Who cares if Swine flu doesn’t spread through potatoes or whatever! Bad smell does!
And I get second time lucky today. Now, seated three rows ahead of the putrescence and a Rahman song playing on radio, I’m kind of relieved. Just about ten minutes to go. A close friend from the US has commented on the thathuvam. And thanks to that wonderful feature in Facebook I mentioned earlier, the update comes instantly to my mobile. My friend asks me if I’ve had love failure or something. I’m tempted to reply it’s more of a failure of common sense, a failure of the ability of people to realize love never fails; it’s us humans who resign to fate and declare ourselves victims of deceit, betrayal and other dark things. Ask the guy who loved every beautiful woman he saw, and he’ll tell you love never fails. For you have to fall into it, to drown. Those who go in with floats have all the fun ;-)
But I take pity on my dear friend’s lonely plight, and decide against subjecting him to another of my abominations in reply. I decide then and there, for no apparent reason that today I shall blog about this. Like I’ve ever blogged with a reason... Time to get down... And as usual, I have succeeded in blogging about a drab journey to office, as if it were the next big thing to happen after Jacko’s death! (no offence meant to Jacko fans, I’m one myself). You folks have a wonderful day at office, or home, or wherever you are! I’m getting back to work. This one’s done n dusted. Keep the comments flowing even if the thoughts aren’t! ;)
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