I have finally figured out why he is doing this to all of us...
He actually owns this mental asylum that's running at a loss...n he figures, if he can drive us allllll nuts...he mite somehow renew his asylum business...
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Hes as clever as a fox!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Anxiety...
My headaches r getting worse as the days proceed to nights...for 3 days now....
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Am i becoming a werewolf?
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Am i becoming a werewolf?
Friday, May 22, 2009
Epdi Irundha Naan.....
Its been one of those days...when you wake up all grrrr and continue to b in the state wen find u cudnt eat decent breakfast coz ur stomach is soo upset..its depressd! And somehow, right now...I am still in that state..even though I have had crappier days than this. Can you get up from the wrong side of the bed..if technically..u follow the Indian tradition of sleeping on the floor on hot summer days?
So I'm gonna start looking at things more optimistically....
hmmmm...
wait...its not easy to change mode so soon...
hmmm......
My headache is soo bad that it doesnt matter if i listen to songs in fulll volume...it cant get any worse right? :D
I luv tat my life is soo jam packed...i also like the 'thr r only 10 days to the wedding...u cme home so late..wen do we get the rest of the shopping done?! u have a home u kno!' chant i listen to every nite before going to sleep...it sorta makes the day more complete n puts me to sleep...faster!
(20 mins later...)
I was just away from my desk coz I was in hiding from polar bears (yes..i am in chennai...not in Minsk). I am in this wonderful mood now thanx to this blog someone showed me....
So now...due to drastic mood swing in the wonderful playgrnd called my head...i am abruptly ending this blog.
Thank you for reading :D :D :D
Toodles!
So I'm gonna start looking at things more optimistically....
hmmmm...
wait...its not easy to change mode so soon...
hmmm......
My headache is soo bad that it doesnt matter if i listen to songs in fulll volume...it cant get any worse right? :D
I luv tat my life is soo jam packed...i also like the 'thr r only 10 days to the wedding...u cme home so late..wen do we get the rest of the shopping done?! u have a home u kno!' chant i listen to every nite before going to sleep...it sorta makes the day more complete n puts me to sleep...faster!
(20 mins later...)
I was just away from my desk coz I was in hiding from polar bears (yes..i am in chennai...not in Minsk). I am in this wonderful mood now thanx to this blog someone showed me....
So now...due to drastic mood swing in the wonderful playgrnd called my head...i am abruptly ending this blog.
Thank you for reading :D :D :D
Toodles!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
The Big Fat Indian Wedding
15 yrs back, weddings meant ganging up with a bunch of kids u hadnt even met till then...causing havoc wherever u go...pushing down stuff, stealing stuff from the kitchen..getting chided by atleast 4 adults, who also u hadnt met till then.
5 yrs back, it became about meeting friends and cousins...going around shouting 'whr's the food? when's the food?!' and teasing the bride or the groom...whoever u know well enough and making him/her turn red around the spouse.
Now...its pretty much the same...only now u know most of their kadalai history and can quote wrt context. But when it becomes your own sister's wedding...run for cover! Its serious advice...not that I'm anti wedding-preparation or anti-sister....it just becomes !@#$%&#!@ when u'v climbed up n down the stairs of every single sari shop in the city...u kno the price of each model of salwar in different shops...u get to listen to uninterrupted sessions of ur sister getting the usual cold-feet, weeks before the wedding..right before going to bed..which goes away when the next day dawns btw...oww the list is endless! Add the grumbling relatives, the anxious parents, the over-enthued-to-help-but-always-getting-in-the-way aunts, the accounts balancing fathers and uncles....
The Indian Wedding is a big, expensive messy affair....something that drags on till a month after the wedding....no wonder thr r a million movies based on it!
Someday, I'l probably cherish this time...but seeing tat thrs one more sister in the queue, i am crossing my fingers for hope n luck!
5 yrs back, it became about meeting friends and cousins...going around shouting 'whr's the food? when's the food?!' and teasing the bride or the groom...whoever u know well enough and making him/her turn red around the spouse.
Now...its pretty much the same...only now u know most of their kadalai history and can quote wrt context. But when it becomes your own sister's wedding...run for cover! Its serious advice...not that I'm anti wedding-preparation or anti-sister....it just becomes !@#$%&#!@ when u'v climbed up n down the stairs of every single sari shop in the city...u kno the price of each model of salwar in different shops...u get to listen to uninterrupted sessions of ur sister getting the usual cold-feet, weeks before the wedding..right before going to bed..which goes away when the next day dawns btw...oww the list is endless! Add the grumbling relatives, the anxious parents, the over-enthued-to-help-but-always-getting-in-the-way aunts, the accounts balancing fathers and uncles....
The Indian Wedding is a big, expensive messy affair....something that drags on till a month after the wedding....no wonder thr r a million movies based on it!
Someday, I'l probably cherish this time...but seeing tat thrs one more sister in the queue, i am crossing my fingers for hope n luck!
Friday, May 15, 2009
The Darkness
Everywhere I turned, there was darkness. I could here people calling out to me, yelling...asking me not to go too far off....grandparents praying nobody gets hurt...parents afraid to let go off their children's hands...shadows cursing me in my path to the unending darkness. On the way, I could hear a child crying, calling out to its mother in panic...I could see sudden glows of light...people asking me where i was headed...people askin me where they are headed.....sudden bursts of a mechanical voice instructing and informing....
No...this is not the beginning of a morose, touch-the-heart story...its the Great Chennai blackout of May 12th. Yups..the whole city was beeping dark....all the way from my house to the completely overcrowded, chaotic station..including the station!
It was actually kinda fun...my only regret: I wasn't stuck in an ATM vestibule with some hunk...I was stuck in the Chennai Egmore station listening to a paati shout all galeej at a guy who'd stamped her stretched feet in the dark!
No...this is not the beginning of a morose, touch-the-heart story...its the Great Chennai blackout of May 12th. Yups..the whole city was beeping dark....all the way from my house to the completely overcrowded, chaotic station..including the station!
It was actually kinda fun...my only regret: I wasn't stuck in an ATM vestibule with some hunk...I was stuck in the Chennai Egmore station listening to a paati shout all galeej at a guy who'd stamped her stretched feet in the dark!
Monday, May 4, 2009
Boredom
Have any of you ever wondered where the word Bore originated from?
I've been thinkin of it since today morning....did it come from the early man himself? Did he sit in his cave n hit himself on the head with a club sayin 'bo bo' wen he had nothing to do....this being passed down though generations and evolutions..along with the wheel?
Or was it like the Newton incident...some enlightened soul sitting under a tree, in a very vacant, restless state of mind...trying to figure out wat emotion he was going through...concluding he had to name it (to bad he dint think of patenting it...he wud have gained fortunes)..n finally calling it 'bore' coz he saw a wild boar advancing towards him?
Or was it by some King named Borr...in whose kingdom, most of the people had nothing to do coz the neighbouring slave country did everything...n hence the state of mind numbing joblessness came to b called borrdom...n finally boredom?
So after many more random thots of how it must have cme thru in all phases of history, i finally decided to google 'origin of the word bored' (u dont think i was named 'vetti' witout reason do u?)
n here's wat i got:
Origin: bef. 900; ME; OE borian; c. OHG borōn, ON bora, L forāre
Anybody care to explain?
I've been thinkin of it since today morning....did it come from the early man himself? Did he sit in his cave n hit himself on the head with a club sayin 'bo bo' wen he had nothing to do....this being passed down though generations and evolutions..along with the wheel?
Or was it like the Newton incident...some enlightened soul sitting under a tree, in a very vacant, restless state of mind...trying to figure out wat emotion he was going through...concluding he had to name it (to bad he dint think of patenting it...he wud have gained fortunes)..n finally calling it 'bore' coz he saw a wild boar advancing towards him?
Or was it by some King named Borr...in whose kingdom, most of the people had nothing to do coz the neighbouring slave country did everything...n hence the state of mind numbing joblessness came to b called borrdom...n finally boredom?
So after many more random thots of how it must have cme thru in all phases of history, i finally decided to google 'origin of the word bored' (u dont think i was named 'vetti' witout reason do u?)
n here's wat i got:
Origin: bef. 900; ME; OE borian; c. OHG borōn, ON bora, L forāre
Anybody care to explain?
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