wow wow wow :)

Hey dudes and dudettes and more dudes :), I am now living in Corfu, a small island near England. Homo Sapiens are a rare commodity here. Feeling really out of place. All that I can see here are peasants and their families. Olives are a major cultivation here. You know what?? There is no concept of a 'bathroom', everything is mingled with nature.. I have grown accustomed to that too and dont feel conscious when a lizard, or a scorpion or a spider er.. checks me out.
My fauna friends here are Quasimodo, a very naughty pigeon, a pair of tortoises ( I call them achilles and acillio) who are so close to me that they give me permission when they are in physical confluence, A scorpion ( my mom does not like her much because she keeps spilling her hard laid eggs all over our dining table) two water snakes ( my sister really minds them taking bath with her, dunno whats the big deal.. I cant let my snakes get a heat stroke). And when ever I get a new species, I rush to Theodore (my scientist friend) who has given me a microscope and we rush in the fields and get excited over new fauna every time and again.
I have learnt to befriend sea-gulls too. When I once went boating, an escaped convict had a gull with him. He wanted me to have his Alecko (sea-gull) because he was turning out to be a nightmare and keeps coming back to him for food, and the convict was finding it increasingly difficult to give the police a slip with a hungry whining gull. When I bought that home, Mom and sister mistook it to be an albatross and wanted me to dispose it off soon. An Albatross, for the ignorant, is supposed to bring very bad luck to the family (remember the high school poem Rime Of The Ancient Mariner???).
Now to flora. Did you know there arises conflicts between flowers too??? Daisy family is really very arrogant and are usually clustered. One day, I put a single red rose in a vase full of white daisies. The rose was about to breath her last, when I sprinkled some aspirin water on her and put her in a separate place. Whew... Daisies should learn to behave themselves.
Now, Hang on..I hear my cell phone beep.. But there are no cell phones here at corfu..oh my god... I just come to the shocking realisation that the book MY FAMILY AND OTHER ANIMALS by Gerald Durrell Has actually transported me to Corfu.
So take this as an Independence Day advice and grab the book soon,.. else you know me, Preeti Bites :):)
JAI HIND :):):)

A dead letter...

Dedication: this post is dedicated to Keshi, whose post inspired me to write along these lines . I have written this post in five mins, truly madly deeply from my heart :)

Dear Amma,
Can you believe it? I really cant..It all happened too fast. But please don’t cry. Every time you do, I bite your plump pink nose and make you laugh. No one else can do that anymore. And don’t you dare give my patent of nose-biting or ear-holding and sleeping to anyone. You really mean a lot to me. My last wish- DO NOT BURN me.. what if it hurts? I have been always scared of fire and what will happen to me after death..You bury me (please for once be an iconoclast against your father-in-law,remember it is my last wish). I need to be dressed in my favorite black Reebok t-shirt I am wearing since 12th grade, and my floral shorts J. Please bath me in Nike deo (in case I sweat,err..forgot dead don’t sweat,anyways..).No flowers on the coffin please.. I want chocolates instead. And entry to my funeral is restricted strictly to you, appa, priya and friends. I don’t want people who shed crocodile tears to come. I want who loved my craziness, knew my insanity, touched my heart and who will miss me now on..
I have never had any dark/hidden part in my life from you. But there are a few petty things that I want you to know now, even though it doesn’t matter anymore. Your daughter is not a teetotaler as you think her to be. I have tasted beer once and had a puff once. I tell ya, didn have to inclination to do again since the taste was even more horrible than the sambhar I cook :). I had a crush on the cute little paper boy who comes to our home everyday. I always secretly wished I were a few years younger or he were a few years older.. I even had … er… not-so-printable fantasies with him.
I have always secretly hid my earrings and told you they are lost. I don’t like earrings ma. Don’t forget to remove them before my burial.
DO NOT donate or dispose my tissues that my friends write every time after a hangout, or the letter my childhood friend Viju’s written, or my book collection or my old slippers/shoes.. I know they litter my room, but now no problem since you’ll have to arrange them only once J
DO NOT wear that dark green Saree with pink border. You look too old.. Remember though you crossed forty you are still hot and sexy??:)
Incase you feel bored just gimme a tinkle… I will let you know my blue abode’s number soon. Chal gotta rush.. I have a dinner date with Krish, I am nervous.. But I know..I ll become his favorite gopika sooner or later.
Yours,
Eternal Preetu

PS: I love you.

HEY LISTEN UP!!:)

hey all you people out there...

wishing all you dudes and dudettes a very very happie friendship day :):) it feels good to have so many of you always to share my er... bakwaas and more bakwaas and moree..

right now I am in chennai ( I looooveeee chennai ) having a great great time with friends( err.. I am on Sick leave according to my boss, he reads this blog, but anyways, happie friendship day to you too sir :))

more abt friends and chennai and more friends in my next post :)

HAPPIE FRIENDSHIP DAY AGAIN :) needless to say, you all mean really a lot to me :):)

cheers :):)

AND the most charming personality award goes to...

Some 25 years down the memory lane...
Amma: Hey Meena, listen up... No need to go to office today. Get out of this salwar, Wear a saree and get lookable soon.
Meena: what's the dealio amma? why creating such a fuss all of a sudden? and I have an important meeting today. I cant take an off.
Amma: please do as I say.. Groom's people will be here in no time. Wont look good if they catch us argueing over nothing like this. ANyway, you are still not a baby, its high time I got you married.. You are twenty there.. the right age and marriage package for a girl. Now come on dont waste time dear.
Meena: Amma, I am not yet mentally prepared for the bondage, restrictions, family and of course sex. I need time amma.
Amma: Do you have someone else in mind dear? Do tell me frankly and boldly. Your choice will further lessen my tension adn responsibilities. I know, my daughter would have chosen the best of best for her guy.
Meena: amma, nothing like that. I have no time nor inclination towards love marriage. You mean the world to me and I know you will make the best choice for me.
Amma: then let today be the red letter day. Come dear, get ready.

Meena got ready, thinking to herself today is THE day for her. She made a mental note of questions to ask the groom and answers for imaginary questions. She decided not to wear any make up, as she was radiating beauty from within. She wanted her better half to sense this and like her for the Meena she is. She wore a simple rangachari cotton saree,deep maroon bordered with mustard yellow. She gave birth to beads of perspiration, the cause of which being trepidition, uncertainity and anticipation.She took deep breaths took the plate of snacks and filter coffee for Vikram, his parents and Vikram's brother in law. Vikram was a shy guy too and was just stealing looks at Meena when no one else noticed.He realised she is a fantasy, a reality, personification of perfection, beauty and power. She is the warrior in times of gloom and uncertainity. She is the absymal source of unadultereated love and comfort.She is the paradigm of womanhood. Meena however wanted to have a little chat with Vikram, alone. The parents agreed and they went out for a walk, a walk to remember..
Vikram: I am Vikram, Metallurgist from REC trichy. I like to play bridge and squash.I secretly have watched not-so-family types movies, I no longer do. I do not have any girfriends, but I do accept I had a crush on my only girl class mate, Suganthi. I do not drink but smoke rarely. I love my parents and my sister, now I love you.WIll you be mine forever?

Meena was a mixture of abashment, reverance and bliss by these frank confessions by a total stranger. She felt she could live her life fully, from the bottom of her heart if they get married. She felt the closeness and feeling of immense security creeping in.She gave her approval with a simple nod and a shy smile.They got married...Got two daughters.. One of whom never believes in love at all (forget love-at-first-sight), but still respects and cherishes their bond. That One is truly grateful to Vikram for choosing such a wonderful girl.. Who is my mother who rose along with the sun today,her birthday.. All I can say is , I am the most luckiest girl on earth to have her as my besttttt friend, my love , my life :):) Meena, you rock :). Happy birthday :)err.. dont we look great???

Better read this mateys:):)

One of the best things you can find under my work table is the angelic abode of mosquitoes. Second best thing is they love me so much that they accompany me all the way home, to my bed, wash room and err.. well.. everywhere okay.. I really hate the dark skin of the night peeling off so soon every morning, but nowadays it really does’t matter since it is Preeti who wakes up the sleeping sun. I really don’t mind the mosquito bites I don’t feel anything ( yeah.. my skin is like George Bush, immune to everything and good for nothing J). I get rocked out of my beauty sleep when Mr Mosquito comes up to my ear and buzzes, “ Hey buddy , your veggie man chow soup tastes great!!, thanks for the wonderful dinner treat, see you tomorrow J”
Now I can hear you say this female is acting as though she is the sole sufferer of mosquito menace. That is exactly what I wish to say now ( ha.. finally !!). When we can “serve” mosquitoes without a choice, why cant we choose to “serve” humanity? Or have you always wanted to help and never knew whom what how when where thingies???

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mixture of emotions...

1. I am forcing myself to blog because I Feel the wind knocked out of me. My friend's father breathed his last. I am so cut off from people and civil life that I forgot to give her my new mobile number and didn check her mail to me also. Got to know the news after a week. Bathed in guilt as I could not be with her when she needed me. Padma, Please forgive me. Uncle means a lot to us. Sincerely praying for his soul to rest in peace.

2. Is it really possible to get so close to people that getting apart from them literally bleeds your heart? Knowing fully well we are not destined to be together forever since the only similarity being different paths? Sometimes, companionship does hurt a lot and solitude mocks at your face saying she won finally and that you ultimately run towards her. All that is left with you are a few wet tissues, sleepless nights and eternal memories.

3. On the sunny side up, I saved a fish the other day. I was hanging clothes outside and thanks to the continual showers that our cricket ground now became the abode of myriad aquatics. I saw a fish struggle for life inside our compound floor and despite her thorns and her slippery self, put her back home. Rightly said, big things come in small packages.

4. Mr Fate brings you so much happiness that you dread the next moment. I was hunting for a book like crazy sometime back and casually told my two friends am yet to find it. One of them got it through e-bay and the other got it couriered from some corner in Mumbai. Though its a book, the emotions linked are priceless and I am left with so much goodness to know people care so much.

5. Missing my sister very very much. She is in a boarding school and allowed only one phone call a week which she uses to speak to amma. When some week she calls me instead of amma, I am stuck up with my boss or with customers. What life is this when you cant devote meagre time who mean the world to you? I sometimes sit and ask myself if I am doing justice to the people around me... Yet to find an answer.

6. Sometimes, I lie to my heart. I choose to be happy, I choose to close my eyes to the paranoid things around, I choose to sleep when I am supposed to act, I choose to stay passive when am expected to guide, I choose to say 'time will heal' when I know 'now' is also time.

7. There rages a war between professional and emotional decisions. Again, I leave the call to time without much brooding.

8. Keshi, sorry for missing your Birthday. Hope you understand. XOXO. Wishing you the best of best ever in life. Smiles and cheers always :)

SHE

SHE was the most wanted..

SHE was unexpected..

SHE had the brilliant combination of power force and energy..

SHE was beauty..

SHE was a feast to the parched sockets..

SHE was transient..

SHE was the Dust Storm...

I am happy to live now after just tasting deep sleep, it hit our office, removed our roof, but still, we live.. LIFE, I LIVE YOU :):)