There are many instances of childhood that one can possiblty never forget.... For me too my childhood memories remain as fresh as newly picked mangoes... I can never really forget the countless instances of innate stupidity which were so vibrantly distributed during those days of incessant fun... It was a usual practice of mine to spend the evenings with my friends from school... One day after a particularly difficult pleading session with mom for obtaining the mandatory permission , i set off to my friends place.. After all of us gathered together we indulged in some serious mud throwing(with occasional instances of me eating it) , shoving and screaming... after we had tired ourselves out we decided to go to another friends house...We would be welcomed with piping hot pokodas and lemonade! On the way to rayans house... we stopped by the gutter that was quite frankly fascinating for us city breds! And it to our great excitement we found out a small little tortoise lurking in the far reaches of the stinky gutter! The excitement in the air was almost electric....there was a lot of confusion as to who would do the incorrigible task of digging into the dirty mess and fish out the fascinating creature..After a very heated discussion it was decided that i would be the one to do the dirty job... after a sigfnificant amount of pinching of the nose and looking disgusted i finally crawled on my stomach and reached for the little thing with my hands... after moving away a layer of really really disgusting squishy stuff i pulled the little fel;la out... and then turns out that the little fello was not really a tortoise . It was one of those really big beatles which were found all over my dads place... After letting out an all mighty shreak i flung my hand out as hard as i could... after that day i have never ever tried my hand at any of these frequent bouts of explorative instincts!!

I dont know wat it is with the malayali population... but frankly all they seemed to be interested in is really disgusting gossip about someone or the other of their acquaintance... In kerala a girl with two unsuccessful relationships in her portfolio is considered a despicable slut... and if u have done the grevious crime of having kissed someone you are nothing less than a certified whore..Wat is troubling thse souls.. seriously were u the ones who went thru depression over some girls breakup?? or did u have mouth ulcers because miss x kissed mr y??? And mind you its not the oldies or the housewives who come up with these disgusting allegations... its young boys and girls who are either in college or out of it....I think one of the reasons for the iundue unterest in the neighbours dirty linen is because of an inherent jealousy.. so girls the next time someone poikes fun at u or accuses u of being promiscuous,be happy... they are just plain jealous that ypou r getting more action than they can ever dream of!!!

Love

Songs are sung about it, movies are made about it and poems are written about it.... Love is the one global phenomenon that seems to be totally unaffected by all and sundry... Now wat is this love all about.. is it something that everyone finds... i think not... And wat is love... Even though many people tell me its about liking something or someone more than anything else in this world... but is it really that.... i am afraid that this concept is merely an illusion... ifd there is anything at all in the world that u love... it is only urself. This is the universal truth and we have to learn to accept that... Look at it this way.... Why do you"love" someone... simply because that person is fond of you.. do u think u would go around loving someone who hates you.. if u r doing that there is a teeny self destructive tendency in urself... I have a boy friend.. do i love him?? i really dont know.... Love is supposedly this really amazing feeling that you have.... but unfortunately for me instead of a great feeling all i have is an impending sense of doom... So i'm assuming i dont love him too....And wat is all this about one love, many loves , no love etc... There can be no such thing as one love especially for the boys... there are so many women out there whom they are willing to fall in love with... So why all this hullabaloo over this four letterword if itdoes not exist??? well i think its the veryconcept of love is shrouded in mystery... you have to admit that it is the greatest suspense since the loch ness monster and the bermuda triangle!

getting wet

The rains have always fascinated me... some of the fascination mite have been because of the endless debates with mom n grandmom about not getting wet in rain... another mite have been my desert upbringing... having lived in the dry barren desert of kuwait for a sizeable part of my life i adored the special treat of rains.... i loved to sit around and watch the rain drops pouring forth in heavy torrents or drizzle down in miniscule droplets... The need to get wet in rain was overwhelming... at times the fantasy got to such an extent that i even started dreaming about getting wet(in the rain mind you)..





Then one day after i was free from the clutches of family rules and in the haven of bangalore, i got the opportunity i was waiting for.... i was in brigade road with some of my friends... it suddenly started drizzling... excited that i could finally do my own sexy hindi movie sequence in the middle of brigade road ,i refused to go with my friends...i ventured forth into the rain feeling like i was some on screen goddess...


Then the wisdom of my mom and grandmom dawned on me... my carefully groomed hair resembled albert einsteins famous elecctrified look... my white t shirt was soaked to the skin and i was rather transparent! and believe me it did not look the least bit sexy... all the unwanted curves which were well hidden beneath the loose fitting tee became quite obvious when the damned thing got wet!my despicable tyres started showing.... to top it all i had on my formidable stilletoes (which my dad referred to as a stool) which decided on snapping then and there.... I was a sight.... soaked to the skin holding my now useless stilletoes and a couple of shopping backs(all those clothes were soaked too)...

From that day forth i have never ventured forth into the rain thin king of myself as some heavenly nymph...

The other day i was sitting with a bunch of my cronies when a superlicious bitch walked in thrusting forth her assets for the world to watch and wonder at... along with her this scrawny lil fello too turned up... later we understood that he was the unfortunate boyfriend! She took a seat near our favourite corner....Two minutes into the corner and she was dictating ordrs at thepoor soul who was supposedly her better half!and then she started her tirade against india nad Indians in general..
"Oh these Indians... no civic sense... no manners.... absolutely down market... back home in the US......"
And to make the situation even more pathetic was her practised american phonetics... when she aws swirling her slobbery tongue around to manipulate the accent, i'm sure bits of the lasanga she was eating was directed at her lil puppy dog!
Then she went on to the cleanliness situation the law and order the prostitution and every other imaginable deficit in the country...

That really got me thinking... it is because of people like these that india is still percieved as the land of crumbling streets and cankerous old loonies...the problem with us indians is that we love to play the plame game... we never try to rason out things.. all we do is enjoy the placid pleasure of shifting responsibility... we as indians need to look beyong the so called corrupt higher ladders and seek to find the actual redemption from all the austricising that we have gone through..
And before leaving the adda we walked upto this bimbette and asked her to sock it! that was the high point of my life!!

random ramblings.....

well why is that when you are happy there is this rosy sheen to everything you do... nowadays theres hardly a thing tht i find jhard to do... there is sooo much of motivation and a rather superlicious blend of lethargy and motivation which spurs me on.... every day seems a lot more worth the trouble and every smile is becoming as easy as breathing... happiness sure is a wonderful thing!! then why is it that people are constantly finding the most depressing and miserable of thoughts to give them morbid company...there seems to be an inherent need in all of us to be as profoundly pessimistic as possible... this thin vein of negativity seems to flow through the collective multitude of the human race... believe me.. if one takes the effort happiness is not something unreachable... it helps of course if you find that one person who is a meliflous blend of erratic sarcasm and blatant insensitivity!!!

random ramblings 2

This morning i read in the newspaper" US , UK and Australia call for end of strife in Assam"
I mean when did we give up our own governance! Seriously it really putts me off wen such important policy decisions are not exposed to us indians.. i ws thinking a certain turban clad loony ws our prime minister... but no he has given away his reins to the collective force of idiocy...George bush and co. I really do not understand why its necessary for any external force to dictate terms in the "sovereign' republic of india! I mean do we not know our own country... i wonder why india does not tell the americans to sock the violence in texas! and the worst part is that we love the fact that they butt their fat heads into our business.Isnt it fabulous that the most powerful country in the world has decided to pay some attention to us!! Disgusting!! ..........

What is all the fuss about?? Well these days its about the number of times our gorgeous damsel has shed tears because of her vile western co stars!! But give a wee bit of interest to the accusation that she wants be white! I really cannot seem to disagree with the angrez monsters because of the simple reason that we are obsessed with white skin… Oh how sad the girls not too fair! I mean whats sad about having a sultry complexion…. Dusky is beautiful according to me… I would definitely prefer a feisty colour to the dullness of pale white skin. Before we campaign against the gore log lets campaign against our own inherent racism.

Southindian phobia?????

"South Indians are oily..they make everything with coconut..they smell like coconut..their attitude sucks n their food ..eeewwwww" Well for all those non southindians out there who think along similar lines ...buzz off!!! If you think we south indians are so very disgusting why pray do you flock up to universities and companies down south??? are all non south indians such confused and disoriented that they are not able to figure out their own likes and dislikes...

The "conservative" Chennai seems like a dream compared to the absolute nightmare that some of the gaavs in lucknow, bihar and the likes....... The lanes of namma bangalooru reverberate wid purity n pollution free air compared to the charred smoke filled terrors of Delhi and Mumbai...

But dont get me wrong... i luv the paani puris the paratas and the general exhuberance of the north indians!! but i hate it when they criticise us and rebuke our hospitality... Imagine if Infosys situated in bangalore , a south indian city,was to throw out all non bangalorians??? What would the plight of millions of such cribbing morons!!!Not just companies... imagine it if all the universities in the south restricted non state students???? I am so sure there will be a mushrooming of people flouting words like 'hare" for "here" n "pleajure' for 'Pleasure"!!!!!

So u see... beware when u r bad mouthing us south indians... We have accepted India... But i think our northern counterparts have to give the integrity of our nation a second thought!!!!