Time Of My Life

So, today I wore a saari. What's the big deal huh? Except that I believe it's a pretty dress disguised as a trap for efficient women, designed by a male chauvinist just for the purpose of torturing us. But it's pretty and I love the feeling while I wear it. I feel like a woman.
But I never find time to put this on. In between my late wakeup, morning bed-reading, then a rushed morning cleanup and running to the canteen, I never get time to put the aforementioned contraption on.
Then something happened yesterday.
I forgot my mobile charger in office.
Yeah. Can you believe that!
No way to charge my beloved Live. No way to read books. Or play games. Or call anyone. Or text. I agree that androids are at the top of the gadget world, but without a charger, it's like carrying a paper weight.
So morning came.
There she is! Miss.Smalltown-sree, without a gadget. And not knowing what to do in the morning after waking up.
I went stir-crazy.
Then I got up, took a long bath, and put on a SAARI. Took time and patience to look good in that.
And I got to canteen 20 minutes early.
And to work 10 minutes early. And not like my usual 5 minutes late.
Ahha.

Lesson learned: Take out the gadgets from your hand and minds and life, and you'd be surprised at what you have time for.

Real life after lesson : Thought in morning---> I am so going to blog this! In the blogger app on my frikkin amazing android!!
So, yeah.

Yes, there is a big news.
Yes, its what you think it is.
Yes, really.
Yes, i am nervous as hell, i even had IBS.
No, IBS was not easy, the worst days of my life. Thank God its over now.
Yes, i am afraid more every day.
No, nothing is solid fixed, no dates etc.
No, it will not be so far.
Yes, You are invited, of course.

Yes, i hope it will all turn up good too.
*fingers crossed*

No Bounderies...

Friendship.

The relation that knows fairly no boundaries. 

The girl inside the house is a well protected, well behaved, indulged, loved, baby of the family.

The girl outside lives a hard life. Her parents work at nearby construction site, she plays there with her brother. She is always covered in cement powder and wears shabby cloths. 

They both are from different worlds, like we all were, when we get to a college or school or work place.

It started with shy smiles, showing off their toys and then stepping over the shyness and talking..... {TBH, sounds a bit adult, but it was totally childish and cute}

It was beautiful to watch  across the road from my work place. 

It was like watching a flower bloom or the sun rises. 

[ Reading this with my last post would make me sound kinda crazy with a dual personality to boost. But i was really angry at the bestie, Di, but i love her now and forever and dedicate this post for her. If it was us, i would be the girl outside and she would love me with all the judgement and prejudice.]

The biggest convenience in the world..

Friendship.
Excuse of a relationship.
Best for convenience.
Easiest to drop.

Friendship.
Worst idea ever.
Period.

NB: I was never much of a poet.
So there.

Stranded

Have you ever craved SO much for a mere 4 Rs that you wanted it more than you ever wanted a million bucks? Even for a short time?

Today i decided to go watch shopping for the fastrack watch my BFF was buying me. I went with my work BF, KP. The deal was, i didn't had any money with me. [sidenote- i don't usually keep cash with me as i am a big ass spender. I would rather carry a card] So i had exactly Rs 0.00 with me to carry me through the shopping and the travelling. She took the bus ticket to the shopping center and i got the watch, (yay!) which is kinda tame, but stylish. Not the point of the post though.
Later the night, we finished shopping, but kinda late, as i am an indecisive jackass. We paid(via card) and by then KP was late for her home. We ran to the bus stop and i watched on as she got on a very timely bus (not a usual thing!). As the bus started rolling, it dawned in my mind that, Here I am, alone in the middle of a city, with absolutely zero cash with me.
Oh. My. God.

I only needed 4 rs to get me to the hostel and i have never ever wanted 4 shining one rupee coins than then, when i felt alone in the midst of a frikking crowd.
Before the crazies began, i started to look for an ATM and i could find none in sight. And finally i asked one shop guy for directions to an ATM and I had passed right by it! (And who in the would would plant a bunch of trees all around an ATM? For gad's sake, it for people to find. Not to play hide and seek with!) And i got the money, got change from a shop and finally got in a bus.
Phew.

Endless Love

Some love stories begin beautifully. Hearing them makes you want love so badly that it will hurt. But there are some love stories that are different. It will still hurt you badly.

I was talking to a new patient. [Basic case taking. They share their woes. We pretend to listen while looking for valid points to fill the case sheet.] Old lady, arthritic, very pleasant but a sadness hiding somewhere in her face.

"My husband died 6 months ago. He is a very nice man. He took extremely good care of me. He would urge me to go out every day and do something very simple like a walk. He was not so healthy, but he would still come to give me company." She smiled wistfully.
"On that day, like usual, he made me a cup of coffee. He had bought me a walking machine, treadmill. I said i am not walking, and he said he will instead of me. He walked for a few minutes. And usually after walks he would lie down for a few minutes to rest. Before lying down, he asked me to drink the coffee he bought me. He never woke up. They said it was cardiac arrest." By this time, her words were choked up and her tears were streaming down her face. And mine were brimming with tears too.

This is what i said earlier.
Some love stories begin so beautifully, it will hurt you. Some love stories end beautifully and it hurts even more. Or do they really end?

Sacred Science- The Dewarists

The best song i have heard in a long time. This one is extra special as it is based on my homeland, Kerala. The video captures the essence of the traditional aspects of Kerala and the music by the guitarist adds a modern touch to it, and its just 'WOW'.

Tell me how you like it.

Copyrighted by Dewarists and Star World.

New Year? Really?

This is the first time I've not felt the celebratory light of New Year in my life. And i live in a city. That is saying a lot. May be finally i am at the level of maturity that makes you take everything in colorless tone. Literally, old. That is bad. But i think mostly its the fear to grow old while i accomplished so little in the life so far. Peter Pan syndrome. With a little insecurity thrown in for company.

January was the most loved month for me. For all the birthday gifts it bring. Now its my most hated month. And don't blame if i switched off the mobile on the freakishly frightening Jan 25.

And to all young folks, Happy New Year. And to all my folks, I know dear, I know.

Recap

I would say the past one was a better year.

I was jobless in the beginning.
Now working, even though its with some real a-holes.

Moved to the City.
Loved it. Then hated it too.

Single status is still a status, though not much needed anymore.
Desp? May be.

Published a short story. Paying one.
But i think they'll publish next year.

The book reading was phenomenal.
Record breaking.

Got an android.
That was like last week.

Lost a few friends. And mostly because of me.
And i warn you, as you age, the worthy ones will get sparser.

Two lady babies to two friends.
They are so beautiful.

The year was faster than i thought.
May be its an age thing and 'age' is the word i hate the most in the world.

Planning something awesome for the future.
I just hope that i can see it fruiting.

And for 2012,
Please don't end.
Some of us got plans.

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Universal language

I have a French student now. One Mr. Thomas. I like to think of him as thumnus. You know, of Narnia. Usually I don't have language barrier with my students. They all are more well versed in English than I am. Thomas talks well too. But you never know.
So one day we were discussing the things us humans do, that I'd say not fit for delicate ears. Regular work.
Me: so, there's faeces, urine and sweat.
T: what's that?
Me: faeces?
T: yeah.
Me: umm. You know, human waste.
T: what waste? I don't get it.
Me: Stools?
T: what's stool? Like a seat?
Me: how do I say this. Gaad... Like we go to toilet everyday, u know? Well, some every day. : /
T: like poo?
Me: Yes Thomas! POOP it is! You poo poo head!
The last bit was all in my head.

I am afraid to think what I will do if he starts akibg questions about the rest.