Baby aborted ?

I need to take a break from blogging. Just spend sometime with myself. Is my two and half year old baby aborted? Well, will give the tough answer to be given by time.. Until then.. Adieu..Stay good

Yappieee nuuuu year :):)

Wishing my online family a very happy, prosperous,naughty and bombastic new year :)

Be good and stay good.

God Bless :)

XOXO

Love me for a reason:let the reason be Love...

So serene. So beautiful. Like lilies in fresh water, dancing to the tunes of soft westerly winds. Peace. Like the waves on the sea shore who come forward and recede away in shyness. I can see a light. A beautiful white light, shining in its full splendor and glory. I can feel the goodness, the tranquility. I can feel the warmth in the moron chill all over me. I feel like melting away. Like flying. Like a motley of variegated colors exploding pleasantly in my head with all brilliance.

 Finally I feel God has heard me. My wish of just one extra day with him has come true. I know he cant leave so abruptly. Leaving me to grope in the blinding darkness. Leaving me with so many infectious aberrations around. I want to ask him how he is? Is he eating well? Taking his BP tablets properly? Watching his favorite Cricket matches? Going on long drives (but with whom? As my mom is here, perhaps hoping he’ll come back some day, one day, today?). 

A sudden jerk. The bus has come to a halt for nature calls  near midnight. Everything disappears. Memories remain. Thanks Dad, You have always been the one to wish me first on my birthday.And this year is no exception.Thank you Very very much.You showed me to fight. You showed me Blood is NOT thicker than water. You showed me the true colors of everyone near and dear.You showed the survivor in me.

Some people form indelible imprints in your life. No matter how far they are, or how near, they are always there. To support, to care, to love. Dictionary calls them FRIENDS but I call them LIFE. A few click click moments with them all..

 Party at ma place for Bharathi's Birthday :) (from left: Anu,Vikram,Urundai,Korr,arithri,malini bharathi,JK @the phone guy,Suma, Nannu,Her Highness and Bhai :))

 

Thinking hard.. Please comment on my photographic skills :)

 

 Nannu, my nephew sang and me :) He has the sole authority and guts to make me dance to his varied tunes..I am not complaining though. I love every bit of insanity.

 

 My ex-juniors Kamala and Divya who took the pains to travel far and long to see me.

 Prasun. He gets me the choicest books every year on my day. We hardly talk ( rather I dont talk). But still.. we are good friends. As I say, In true relationships physical closeness and hi-how-are-you phone calls never really matter.

 Bharathi. The forever Bulwark. Needless to say anything more.

 Priya Mom and Me :)  I love this pic and the people in it :)


Thanks mommie for the book :) Will read and review soon :)

 Madhu. The insensible guy when it comes to thinking aloud. But yeah, He is  the best :)

 Greeting card- best way to express you care.

Which is lovelier ? the watch or the luxury chocolates? Still thinking..

 

A consortium of all the goodies that wonderful people gave me. As a token of their remembrance, their love and affection. Yeah, am creative to border them with new dupattas( thanks Mother Earth for your 20%discount offer and Bhai for your overflowing bank balance :))the only color of my life for six days as we have to wear uniforms (colorful duppata allowed).  

Missed Viji, Leena, Ini, Moti, Revs though :(

My grandma's sister visited us on my Birthday. She has her Knee replaced recently but nevertheless climbed three floors to see me. This is my achievement. Love in someone's heart. A guileless heart who blessed me. 

I am indeed a lucky girl. Aint I??

PS: I know that many of my friends read this blog but never comment. Just drop by this post to say a hi.  I shall be honored.

Nothing to loose

So, I had been to Coimbatore this weekend. To meet my little fussy sister, who got conjunctivitis and acted as though she was on death bed and her last wish was to see me. I pulled along, cursing the darn elastic strings of emotional bonding!!

I took the bus from Bangalore. I was shaken out of my beautiful reverie by the lack of rickety motion of the bus. I realized there was traffic jam on either side of the Mettur by-pass road, for nearly 2 km long.

Reason: Head on collision between a highway traffic patrol car and a lorry.

Casualities: None. Albeit The” Ego war” between the highway police and lorry driver as to whose fault it was and who should move out of the road first. (yeah, we the people of India have a deep rooted obsession for public property including roads, that a few years down, I wont be surprised even if NH roads are issued Legal heir certificates).

Finally after two heated hours of bickering, a third party Police intervention took place to pacify their brothers involved and clear up. The bollywood formula that the Police arrives after the “THE END” card flashes is true.

The 2 km long traffic had all sorts of vehicles and people stranded. Marriage parties, buses, two wheelers, cars of various sizes and shapes and prices and also AMBULANCE, in which a tiny life was struggling to extricate from the darkness of the womb ( Little did she know that it is the safest place ever). The lady delivered in the ambulance. Sans any Doctor. With Just a few villagers who held sarees to cover her up from poring, curious yang eyes. The lady and baby survived. The real endurance test, for both alike. The umbilical cord was cut with a Gillette shaving razor. Then the reality slapped hard on my face. Do we have any value for Human life here? Had this ambulance been stranded in USA, the highway patrol, lorry man and police dept would have been sweet geol birds for eons. Now I love my country and am not being a cynic, but this made me think. WHO IS TO BLAME?

Shivaganga - Muuuuaaahhhh :)

So, we the random group of ten wanderers went to this awesome place called Shivaganga. Four bikes and a car transported us there.It is some 56 km from Bangalore, on NH-4, Tumkur road. A great spot for trekking, provided you've struck a deal with rain gods. A picture speaks mightier than a 1000 words. So feast on...

The group of ten starting from my place at morning 6 23 a.m. Yeah, you read it right, I woke up.

Me on the bike with Korr, a great rider :)

 View of the plains and rocks from half way through the top.

Befriending the clouds.

Photography novice click

Vikram at his best. A true marvel of a photograph.

Green green everywhere. 

Pseudo Eminems :)

A random click 

From the top.

One of my favorite pics. 

Not pretty much fond of masonry structures. Nevertheless.

Relaxing at the peak after the four km long uphill trek.

There was this one temple where you need to put your hand in a pot like thing. A water column will be vibrating within it. If water touches your hand, you are a blessed soul, else you are up to no good. My question: Do I need drops of water to tell who I actually am? 

In a nutshell, it was one of the best trips I have had, despite the continuous drizzle, slippery rocks and wet shoes.

Tauba tera jalwa...

So I was in Delhi earlier this week. We shook the sleep out of our eyes and took the 6 00 a.m flight from Bangalore. Landed safely (I am in-and-out acrophobic. I wish to die beautiful. Up in the air, I  murmur many deals with all the gods my brains could think of. So yeah, landing safely is sort of a  big deal). We had to wait for two hours in the endless queue for a cab,due to puja holidays' rush. Hence could not attend the meeting in morning. Perhaps sleep's wrath for driving it out so soon. Took a metro from Karol Bagh to Noida. Author is used to travelling in uncivilized parts of the country in a tonga. So Metro was like-Whoa!!! what is this thing? Trains of India? Had to take plastic coins for tickets, put my bag through an electronic scanner, swipe the tickets and get into the station. Wait for the train in the correct platform, near "women only" coach. Once the doors open, I come across 'beauties' of all kinds. The following is in common with all girls (well, at least 90% of those I witnessed)

1. More than the dress you wear, the hair you bear needs ironing. That is the need of the hour. Then it has to be cut at odd places, each strand in a different length and let loose. Make the hair wantonly fall all over your face and keep pushing it apart with one hand, of course, cell phone in the other hand. Color it with some pale brown or deep maroon, the exact sick dead color that your hair will naturally get once unattended for two three weeks. Dah this is fashion. God save them.

2.  Painting of finger and toe nails is a must. That too in shades of black, green, blue etc which, at least to me, look devilish. I had a good mind to take a nail cutter and clip them all off. Believe me, there were two college girls who were actually applying a 'third coat of nail enamel' on the running train, cursing their mother all along  for forcing them to a breakfast which wasted their time, that could otherwise have been used for painting nails. Duh!!!

3. The more uncomfortable your slippers are, the more fashionable you are !!! I am happy with my floaters, no matter what people say, its torn, its old, it does not go well with my clothes etc. My question is: Aren't footwear meant to go well with your feet rather than clothes? I just don't get the point.

4. You should show just the right amount of cleavage as a semi naked arousal technique. Men look on. In return they get monster stares from cleavage bearers.  Girls forget the fact that there's a top button on their shirts that yearns to be put on. And those good ones that don't show cleavage, wear such tight non breathable T shirts, that the push-up brassiere pattern could be made out easily.

To all the girls: You look beautiful. In your own special way. So please DO NOT go out of the way to spoil it. 

 Found these few lines somewhere and thought will put it up here.

Go ahead take a second glace,
It may be your last chance.
This beauty right here,
Is not what she is to appear.
All the make-up and all the lies,
Something you cant see through naked eyes.
True beauty that is hard to find,
It comes from within the soul & mind.
When I stand here you turn away,
As my inner self starts to decay,
Just like an old pipe beginning to rust,
Another of God's true beauty turns to dust.

55-Fiction

   A short story needs to be narrated in 55 words or less. So, read on and go thak-thak with your comments.

 

Husband: Dear, been missing you very much since morning.Will work from home, now on.

Wife: a pseudo plastic smile.

 

He holds her waist and travels to her sensitive neck line, and starts kissing.Lecherous. She responds, hoping desperately to forget her first and last love forever and wishing she had a time-turner.