Tale of a Balloon

tht baloon....
It was flying here and there
aimlessly wandering and trying to break free from the tiny rubber band that holds it...
maybe it was trying to escape, not knowing that if the rubber is not tied to its neck, the air filled inside, which is its life breath, will be sweapt away, and it will be lifeless...
I have tied it to the hand grip of the car....
And when the speed was increasing, it was more restless...
Sometimes, it was coming close to ma face.
I tht it was trying to whisper something in my ear...
But why shuld I listen to it. I am its owner, infact da master.
I need not respond to its plea for freedom. I turned ma face away from it and pretended to talk to amma...
Uh!!!! was the wind slashy, or was it the momentum of the car, i dunno....
but it hit ma face with some considerable force....
Was that a slap... A slap on the master for not responding to the plea of freedom....
If so, I chose to ignore that too....
The master was thinking about the practical consequences if it was let free... Whats the use, it will only fly away to the unknown and on the way may be hit by some tree branch or some nasty bird and fall down to earth.....
And tat was defenitly not a good ending.
Moreover, I was impressed by its color and infact ive started liking it.
The moment i saw it at the vendor.....
Oh it was a splendid pink and blue combination. with tiny multi colored dots on it...
I was eyeing it from the very beginning.... but didnt know amma had her eyes on me too...
The effective result was, on the way back from the temple, i became the proud owner of the pink and blue combined beauty...
In between, we picked up ma brother from a bus stop. Oops, he was surprised by the new member in the car.. By that time, ive unleashed it from tha hand grip and it was resting on ma lap.
Brother was so amused by it that he starting hitting it .... Everyone knows how boys are... For them baloons and footballs makes no difference. I could feel its pain and agony...
But I was helpless. It didnt ask for help, neither tried to break free through the open window.
I chose to ignore again...
We reached our destination... Upon meetin relatives, i completly forgot about it....
While the luggages were unpacked, it was thrown somewhere to the back of the car...
That night while uttering ma prayers, i rememeberd abt it... Bt was so lazy to unlock the car and bring it to ma room.
Next day break.... We all had a splendid breakfast....
Mom and Dad were about to leave and suddenly its memories flashed ma mind...
I asked achan about it and with a smile, he went to fetch it.....
"Here is Gauri Kuttys" pyaara baloon....
I turned and opened ma hands wide to recieve it.....
Achan was holding it from the rubber band.
The heat inside the car might be the killer...It might have cried hard due to suffocation.
Oh my!!! it was hanging dead from that rubber band.
bursted from within..... the life breath drained out of it.....
The pink and blue beauty was a muticolored rubber piece now.....
It was so short lived...due to my ignorance or so, I dunno....
But it was gone, flying high high into the sky....and so as my dreams of it....

bow bow

Initially I didnt feel much of a change...
Instead of Sreeja ma X room mate, I gt a new one(Ofcourse with a gender difference).
Things were happening in da same way, gettin up in da afternoon, eating outside, roaming around
and yeah; Doing hell lotcha shoppin...
But as days passed by, I realized some things....
Its nt Xjactly da same as before....
I have changed.
From a "I don giv a damn", "I hate cookin", "Whats Love???" kinda typical migrated bangalorian spinster female
to an "On what to cook for him tonight", "Will he like it", "Have to change the damaged switch today" kinda responsible WIFE :)

Yes I hav also tied da knot :)

The long wait of almost an year and other unexpected hardships, I finally am now with ma love...

Now here are some experiences before and after marriage.

Before marriage
---------------

Guy Girl

1. Honey,we'll combinedly do cooking everyday Dreaming about a romantic cooking session

2. Sweety, u wear nythng u like, I believe tht To frndz : Ma Wuld B is kewl... hez nt like other
guys shuld nt interfere in atleast this indian guys. I am lucky

3. Jaanu,we'll go for shopping everyweekend Calculating the no. of Jeans to buy

4. Ma Love, Ma everythng, Ma life, Ma Chweetu Cant sleep without hearing all these atleast twice an hour


After marriage
---------------

Guy Girl

1. Ive grated da coconut, U do da rest Cookin da rest of da meal and inbetween erasing dat
dream of roamntic cookin session frm her memory

2. HUh!!!, u hav ny idea, hw ppl wil ogle at u Changing to a salwar and wishing dat she will nt meet ny
if u wear dat T shrt to da mall frndz to whome she boasted abt da non indian Wuld B


3. Expenses are shooting up. (No. of Jeans to buy) - (No. of Jeans to buy)
No shoping this month

4. Name, Hey U, Listen, Abe oye Ab tho had ho gayi... Goin towards da hubby with a
tawa in hand...



;-) I was kiddin yaroo.... eventhough the same kinda tooty fruity luv, which is mostly fabricated, may nt b der...

We will feel da closeness and warmth of each other...
The affection with which he wakes u up in da morning...
The easiness with which ur hand fits in his palms...
The caring and tenderness of Love...

Hmmmm.... so lemme go bak to wrk nw... drafted this post during ofc hrs, :P

Her Eyes...

Her eyes,

thats what stirred my interest in her...

Those coal lined eyes,

devoid of expression and emotions...



I was in a bus from Mysore to Bangalore and it was raining heavily. The bus stopped at Mandya for a tea break. I looked out of the window. The rain drops were coming down the glass pane in tiny droplets. Then a girl (may be 12 or 14 years old) entered the bus. Her gaze swept the entire bus in a jiffy.

She handed over a sheet of paper to all the passengers. I refused to take the paper and she ignored me just like that, putting the paper on my lap, she moved forward...

After distributing the paper to every passenger she came back and stood at the front of the bus. Its at that time i could get a good look on her. And its then that those eyes caught my attention.
There was no pain, no anger, no complaints ....
She wore a blue skirt and blouse, decent clothing with no wear nd tear....
and some grey dupatta over that.
Her hair was neatly braided and pleated on both sides....

Her eyes were lined with kajal and God they were beautiful. They could devour an ocean in their depths.... But they were blank.... Even if she had emotions, they were buried deep down in her eyes...

I was lost in thoughts about her that i hardly noticed her hands moving in a rhythmic fashion...
She will stop in front of every passenger and beg... Some will give money and some people will simply ignore her....
Whatever may be the reaction her face remained they same...
and her eyes...

She may be just another girl, among the millons below poverty line in our country...
But looking into those eyes reminded me of something...

They doesnot reveal anything... Thay are not trying to show that she is poor and needs money for her next meal.

They did not show any shame or self pity wen she begged...

They were just passionless, expressionless and livid...

And they intrigued me.....

Chethu aur Chinnu

hey pals,

im gonna tell u a story today...
a true love story :)

hero Chethu, herione Chinnu

Chethu is a handsom young blok working in an MNC... A very frank and inteligent young man...
he was a naughty guy in school, a teacher's pet... nd hav grown up to be a notty man too ;-)
a friendly guy....

His life was goin smooth doing coding..
he was enjoying life, Oh he got an onsite oppertunity also...

he has got a gang in office, a friend circle ...
his very good pals...

they support him in every aspect and helps him out always.
but alas :( none of them were able to find a girl friend a partner for him

but as the rule goes, what can we, i mean his friends do...
One should always find his better half himself...

As dasy went by Chethu's lonliness also grew...

One fine day some new people joined his company..
There was a gal in that group, named oh yes, u r rite.. shez our heroine, "Chinnu"

As usual Chethu came to ofc by 9:30, reached cafeteria by 10:00
and oh Gosh!!!! he culd belive his eyes
that face, xactly the same face he used to see in his dreams... his Chinnu.....

Chethu waved his hand infront of his eyes... asked me to pinch him( i didn waste the oppertunity, hihihi iii)

Yes finally he found her.. his sweetheart, the pearl in his oyester, the sunflower in his garden....
the sugar crumb in his doughnut....(ehem ehem.... im a lil bit u knw wt... hungry :))

He started dreaming about her day and night.... each and every moment... sunrise nd sunsets passed by

but Chethus dreams never ended and neither did his praise and love for Chinnu...
the only hurdle in his way was his lack of confidence in proposing her....

All his frndz tried to boost up his energy... and we succeeded to an xtend...

And one fine day Chethu decided, Yes this is the day... I am gonna open up my heart infornt of her...
He woke up early...
asked mom to make upma(his fav brk fst)
took bath (applying Lakme conditioner :))
wore new cloths
started his bike and reached office....

Its 10:00 nw, Chinnu will be in da cafeteria...
Chethu walked to da cafe...
yeah der she is...

Chethu drew a long breath.......
reached near chinnu...
Chinnu raised her head...
Saw Chethu ... a shy smile played on her lips...
as if she knew whats gonna happen next...

Chethu was about to open his mouth and propose her, suddenly a voice came from behin
"Excuse me please"
Huh !!!! exasperated Chethu turned bak
Oh... another handsom dude was standing there...

Whoz it??? whats he doin near ma Chinnu...
A million thoughts ran thu his mind

The whole world turned all round in a jiffy...
Chetu couldn understand anything

While he was wondering, the other handsom dude sat near chinnu and they were chatting away happily....

My dear readers this is the beginning of a new lov story.....
:))

A day in life......

This day has started with uneasiness....



There are some days in ur life...
When u feel like doin nuttin...
When the sunrays makes no difference in ur life....
When u wake up early morning with a sore throat ...
When u takes a ride to ur wrk place and some unpleasent feelings takes hold of u...


Mind is such an unworldly thing, like a monkey, jumping from one branch to another.
This moment you are sad and the next u are radiating with joy.

"Relationships Are Like An All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet"

First, off you go in, with all these grand expectations.

You think you’re gonna have it all, and leave room for dessert.

It seems pricey, too, but you’re convinced that you’ll come out ahead. (“Rs 30/- I’ll eat Rs30/- worth, no sweat. I may even do Rs40/-”)
In general, your eyes are bigger than your stomach.
Just like love – that breathless, heady feeling.
The anticipation of grabbing that empty plate and diving in. You can’t wait!

See my mind, its still wandering... i wanted to write about a day in my life and nw i am speaking about love...

So a day in life,
There are good days too.... When u feel happy
Feels like as if the whole world is created for you and you only :-)
Your mornings are crisp and full of enthu,
And the evenings warm and cozy.....

Some times dasy pass by without creating any impression... you call that a normal day...

See I have a serious problem...
My mind is wandering a lot... I starts off with a topic and reaches somewhere else...
Strives hard to continue in that line.... bt again mind slips off....
Lack of concentration u can say.. or else an overflow of thoughts....
Whatever it is, Today is a bad day and it will remain as such for the whole day...

Famous 8 minus 1

Well, ma usual problem, hw to start haunts me again....
But this time ma flow will nt b hampered, since its abt the "Faaaaaaamous 8 minus 1"
You might be wondering what this minus 1 is, ofcourse its me... Oh lemme introduce da Famous 8 first...
We are the most "noisy", "talkative" nd "funfilled" group in our company...(for our own safety issues im nt divulging the comapny name and da grp member names ;-))
ok, I'll introduce all the Famous 8 with their nick names ;-)

Well, goin one by one... ok lets start with...

Sappu

We came together, still together... dunno for hw long will b together....(beech mein uski shaadi ho gayi, aur mein ab tak kuvaari hoon :( )
She ma good frnd, ma chweeeetheart.. uski hasi mujhe sabse pasand hai.....
its like playing sitar....(when the strings r broken)
hahhaaaa, im sure shez neva gonna read this... vo bilkul philo mood ki nahi hai... She a happy go lucky type(bechaara Shej(her hubs))

Roopssssssssssssssss

Ab roo ke baare mein kya likhu.... thodi si natkhat, sharaarti.... understands all chethan's jokes, the first ;-)
Shez highly talented in singing and painiting...(this line will b here unless i hear her sing and c her paintings ;-))
haa ek baat hai, she writes welll...... bohot achi handwriting hai.......

Ghatuu

Shez 25 hez 24 ;-))
iska tho promotion ho ho ke pata nai kaha pahunch jaayegi....
shaayad kerala ki bahu banke aajayegi hamaari ghatu dear, hi hi hiiii..
shez baby's pet ;-))
sabki pyari choti bachhi.... (lagti hai bt hai nahi)

Achu

7th standard se shuru kiya tha usne..ye mat poocho ki kya??.... ye poocho ki kyun...
haath pakad ke road cross karta tha... log dekh ke bolte the ki, "dekho chote bache jaa rehe hai"
lekin kya woh ek chota bacha tha???

is issue ke baare mein zyaada bat karenge brrrrrrrrrrrrreak ke baad

achu kichu chuchhu, chweetu... hez da sweetest fellaw in our grp ( Im sure chethu nd PP r gonna contradict this)

Prati

Idli sambar
The best synonym for her.... hi hihiiii...
ma roomie nd chweet frnd..... bechaari baby vachah se maari thi, ab VC++ ne maar diya use...
ye itni bhulakkad hai ki apne pati ko bhi zaroor bhool jaayegi ek din , hi hi hiiiii....
(thnk go vo bechaara tho bach jaayega na )

PP

Im gonna get loads nd loads of "gaali" for callin him dat... but kya karu koi aur nick name hi nai mil reha...
u knw, he lives in 2 wrlds.... body here nd soul there, in the United States..... ki ki kiii(i kne perfectly well wt he'll call me after reading dis, another pp(podi p****)
lnd ive mentioned abt him once bfore in da post"Sophisticated monkey".. hey not only mentioned.. infact its abt him..... bohot tang kiya tha isne mujhe usdin ip bhej bhej ke... :-))

hez da rock star..... da dancer... nd also da BAD TEMPERED GUY ......
feels like hittin him smtimes... but generally hez good (only while sleeping)

Chethu

OUT OF SCOPE...

Sorry friends, I cant write anything here, wtever i write about this guy will surely be sensored....and everything except the punctuations will be cleared off...This guy is a total freak...
he likes treasure/pressure/pleasure hunt the mooooooost.. tht too at som special desktops ;-)
hi hi hiiiiii

isko tho hamesha pyaar hota rehta hai..... chinnu, munnu, tunnu sabseeee....
Mr.Romeo of Famous 8 :-)

So this is all about us..........
the Faaaaaaaaaamous 8 minus 1 ...

Boredom.....

A state of mind which each and every individual would have gone thru, atleast once in a week......

When u have nothing to do, When u r alone;
When the rain pours and u dont hav ny1 to play with,
When u lie awake in da middle of the night and there is no1 to talk with;
When ur heart feels like splitting, and the one who shuld mend it , just ignores....

All these does not directly lead to boredom, these all r the causes of Extreme Depression, which will finally lead to boredom. Hw can a person gt out of it.... Go divine??? Being spiritual... Have a spiritual rebirth.... Keep thinking, thnk thnk thnk.... The state of mind becomes stable and finally your brain cells will discard boredom by themselves...

I dunno y i wrote this post..... may be i will delete it by the afternoon :-)