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2010-02-07T11:24:00.000-08:00

I know I’ve been away for a long time. I’ve been busy badly. PC Thomas mein bache ki jaan lete hain, and many kids go there readily, to become bali ka bakra. I always wonder how PC manages to appoint so many teachers who say new big-big dialogues everyday. I wanted to write those dialogues, but most of them are in Malayalam! :(

Blogging requires thinking, and that requires free time. I spend all my free time talking about myself (talk about self-obsession) and putting nail-polish (my new love). I’m going to be like this for coming year. What I fear is that, at the end of my 12^th, I’ll be a self-obsessed insecure witch with dark circles due to lack of sleep and different coloured nails! :O. But, you can always follow me on twitter.

My Khool Mommy :)

2009-12-17T05:22:00.000-08:00

I have been learning the art of drawing kolam (which is nothing but patterns of designs made out of rice powder or rice batter, mainly seen outside Brahmin houses). My mother just gave me two books, and told me to learn the designs from them. I have been doing it for a long time, but only small ones. Today, I made a BIG kolam with the kolam powder. Mom was SO impressed that…

Mom: WOW! You learnt making kolams very nicely!

Me: Huh huh! *attitude*

Mom: Why don’t you learn to put kolams with rice batter now?

Me: Oh! Sure, but I don’t want to make my hands dirty!

Mom: Oh come on! If you learn it, we can make kolams for marriages of your cousins. (It is a tradition that women in the family make kolam to decorate the stage where the function takes place).

Me: Hmmm…let me see.

Mom: Then, I will tell everyone with full attitude “She knows how to make kolam”. I’m sure all the maamies will be impressed.

Me: Yeah, sure. And then tell them my gothram, and tell them that I’m home loving and trained to do all house hold chores. (Which is not true AT ALL).

Mom: Yaa, and then I’ll give them your horoscope, for matching.

Me: MUMMY!

I had been buying clothes. I wore a sleeveless top and came out of the dressing room.

Mom: This?

Me: Yes, isn’t it pretty?

Mom: Yes, but buy something decent, something that you can wear to PC Thomas also.

Me: *sad look*.

Mom: Why do you want to wear it now? Wear all the short skirts and sleeveless tops when you grow up. Like those girls in Roadies wear. You’ll look good.

Me: What? Mummy, parents here don’t allow girls to wear sleeveless at young age itself! You are telling me to wear them when I grow up!

Mom: People are mad!

Yes, I have a cool mom, a very considerate and loving person. She wants nothing, but her kids to be happy. I worship this woman :)

When an ANGEL Shatters your DREAM

2009-11-01T05:25:00.000-08:00

The night before

Me: Silpa, I HAVE to go for a movie! I HAVE to! I’m DESPERATE

Silpa : Yeah. Me too!

Me: I go to school, then I go to PC Thomas, I come back and again dig myself into boring books. I SERIOUSLY need a break!

Silpa: We have to study for PC everyday, and then those weekly tests. And YES, we have write LAB RECORDS…I’m tired!

Me: We’ll go for a movie?

Silpa: London Dreams?

Me: It’s not nice. It’s silly it seems. Pazachiraaja? (It’s a Malayalam movie, apparently VERY good)

Silpa: You expect us to get tickets on SUNDAY? We’ll go after the rush gets over.

Me: Fine then, London Dreams, morning show, 10:45?

Silpa: Done. Wanna call someone else?

Me: I’ll ask Maya.

So, like this we went to see London Dreams. I had already read the reviews of the movie, which said that it’s a silly movie and seems to be very wanna-be Rock On!! . But, we were desperate.

We three girls landed in the theater at decided time. But, the hall was closed. It opened only at 11:15. Nevertheless, we stood there, and did a lot of gossiping and bitching. (We don’t need any special place). We bought the tickets, took the best seats in the hall, and talked more. We also wondered why there was so much rush in the theater to see a hindi movie.

The movie starts

The certificate of the movie comes, and we see something disastrous – it shows ANGEL JOHN

Maya: Annngggeeellll Jjjoohhhhnnnn.

Silpa: AAAAAAAAA.

Me: Aiiiyyyoooo!!!

And all of us started laughing.

We laughed at the movie for some time – the dialogues, the songs – everything. We got bored after sometime. I looked at Maya and Silpa in with a pitiful expression. Lady Luck surely not smiling at us! I wanted to look myself with a self-pitty-expression so I opened my small purse to look at myself in mirror.

Damn Darkness! Lady Luck was surely frowning at us!

The movie was about a guy – played by a hideously ugly actor. Ok, so this guy is a total rowdy because of which he loses a lot until Angel John comes. Mohanlal plays the role of Angel John – the redeemer of the good-for-nothing-useless guy (Why does God help useless people!).

The entry of Mota-laal (fun and sarcasm intended) brought back laughter. We laughed our wits out, and people around turned around to see the trio of wild girl. There was a song with this guy and Maha-mota-laal, we laughed again. We laughed at every action sequence. And then, I don’t know what happened, I slept off in the middle.

Anyways, it was an experience of life-time. Next time, I’ll ask everything before entering any movie hall!

PS – If any Mohanlal fan drops onto my page by-mistake and feels hurt, then I’m sorry. Please don’t show your disappointment in the comments section. I HATE such babblibg bumbling baboons and their art-work on the comments section.

Unfriendly Senior's Lecture

2009-10-27T08:36:00.000-07:00

I had recently been to the district level CBSE school cultural meet (yes, unlike what my readers would have thought, I DO go for competitions). Anyways, I met the kiddies of my own school. There was this particular small girl who chose to stick with me where ever I went. So, I allowed her to do so. But, something in her irritated me after some time…

The girl looks around and SPITS on ground.

I roll my eyes at her. For some reason she considers that to be a friendly gesture of mine, and smiles at me.

After five minutes, she spits AGAIN.

This time I don’t roll my eyes, instead I talk to her.

Me: Don’t spit.

Girl: WHY?

Me: You spit on the floor of your home?

Girl: No.

Me: So, why are you spitting here?

Girl: This is not my home.

Me: Isn’t India your Home Land?

This statement of mine brought a HUGE smirk on her face, which came out as a scowl from her mouth.

I don’t blame the poor soul for her ignorance. I see my own classmates throwing toffee wrappers out of the school van. If such big-and-educated-enough people don’t care, then why will she care!

But, what I blame is the way things are inculcated into a child in India. I don’t get it why children are not taught to keep their surroundings clean when they are taught to keep themselves clean VERY WELL. Indians pass the NIMBY (Not in My Backyard) syndrome from generation to generation. (like a parampara or something)

I am not here to blame anyone, or to project myself as an angel. If I was there in place the of that girl, I would have done the same. (Infact, I’m sure that I would throw a tantrum or two on someone lecturing me).

I know that blaming job won’t do any good because the mind-set is already made-up. And, the only thing that can be done is – begin from the scratch. There is a vital need for teaching people. Strict government rules won’t be of any use – because “rules are made to be broken”. Something very innovative is to be done, because bringing a change is VERY difficult, though it’s not impossible.

P.S – Someone PLEASE tell me WHY do people SPIT on the road? It’s not a question out of any frustration, it’s a genuine doubt.

P.P.S – Yes, I’m alive! I think I’ll be this irregular from now (I CAN be busy, you see). I have a lot to study. ~~No one~~ Many people asked me why I went invisible. ;-)

ONE! :O!!

2009-09-20T00:12:00.001-07:00

Hello People!

Its Baby Ganesh here! I turn ONE tomorrow! My chitti (Her name is Ramya, but I like calling her Lakshmi), who owns this blog, wanted me to write a guest post for her, a celebrity guest post…ahem. Unlike my jobless chitti, I’m a very busy guy – I spend my whole day sleeping, eating and walking like a drunkard. So, I usually don’t have time for jobless stuff like blogging, but since my chitti wanted a celebrity post to adorn her blog, she considered my post to be best one. I thought that it would take ages for me to give my introduction, but when I saw the posts my chitti wrote about me, I was thoroughly impressed!

I feel so odd to see the photographs which were taken when I was born - when I was a small pink thing! I Grew SO much! But, my mom still calls me kunju kuttan (Small baby)! They say, I have SO much more to grow in my life! This photograph is very special because it is my very first photograph. It was taken by my chitti just a few minutes after I was born. I tell you, I was handsome from the moment I was born. Bachna Ae Haseeno…lo main aa gaya!

My chitti sometimes says that I am her boyfriend, and she sometimes says that I am her adopted son! Geez! She’s such a confused soul! Anyways, I would surely like to be her boyfriend; we’ll make a good-looking pair together! Anyways, I don’t want a crazy mother like her! I already have a crazier mom. My mom loves me like CRAZY, she talks with me like CRAZY and she plays with me CRAZY. It’s so good to see mommy making all the funny expressions on he face, and jumping around, just to see a small smile on my face. I tell you, she is bestest mommy in the whole wide world! My dad also loves me very much! And I love going out for walks with him. When I returned to Bangalore from Kerala, my dad decorated the whole house with colour balloons and so many colourful things. I just loved it SO much! He takes all my videos and photos so beautifully, I love his camera work! He is seriously Daddy coolest! Oh by the way...don't I look KHOOL in this photo? I look like a total Mohawk with spikes on my hair, don't I? There was no need to make spikes, they were automatically made on my hair - see, every part of mine is SO Stylish! I tell you, I'm the fashion Icon to todays's baby generation ;-)

It is very tough job to be a baby. Especially, being a cute and handsome baby like me. Wherever I go, girls surround me and pull my cheeks. I am a pro at flirting with young girls. I have been flirting with my chitti from when I was born! So many girls fight to pick me up. My mom told me that two of her unmarried colleagues were competing against each other in “Who looks better” competition, and were dressed up the best, when I went too see them on the “Family Day”. I’m so much in demand you see ;-)

I was very depressed to know that my mom and chitti wanted me to be a girl. The first thing my mom told my chitti after delivery was “Lakshmi, ye kya ladka ho gaya”. I felt SO dejected. But, my mom loves me so much now, and says that I am the best baby in the world. But, I wanted to fulfill my mom’s dream. I am total mommy’s boy, and I believe in “Ek din, main apni maa ka sapna zaroor poora karoonga!” funda. That is why, I didn’t utter a word when my mom dressed me up like a girl. I'm such an adarsh beta! But, I still think that I'm better off as a handsome boy, rather than being a pretty girl! :-/

All the women in the house used to be so excited to see me have a bath. If they would have taken me in Iss Jungle Se Mujhe Bachao, they would have got more TRPs than what they got by showing Nigar Khan, Shweta and Palak having a bath in bikinis under fake waterfalls. And, after giving me bath, my jobless chitti used to put SO much powder on my face. So, one pretty morning, I got so irritated with the powder, that I started ROARING!

My chitti got so scared, and felt so guilty that she also put kajal and powder on her face in the same way, and got a photo clicked with me. Even though I’m sleeping in this photo, I still look better than my chitti.

But, in all, my first year was a very beautiful one. I learnt more things than anyone in my family would have learnt. First, I learnt how to smile. I was only 47 days old when I started turning around. That day, I turned around a new leaf. It was amazing to see the world with an upright head. It was different from what I saw by lying down simply. People say that I’m very fast!

Then, I started moving around on the floor. I felt FREE. I used to sneak around the room at nights. But after that, my mom made me wear anklets which made so much noise, so that I could be easily tracked.

Not only was I a speeds master, I was also the master of opposites. Babies normally crawl and then sit. But, I did the opposite. I learnt how to sit, and then learnt to crawl. Then, I learnt to stand up.

It was always said that my mom started walking on the day she turned one. I wanted to break her record. So, I started waking when I was 10 months old! Anyone who can break my record?

I wanted to break all the records in my family. But, I just was incapable of breaking my chitti’s record of talking. She started talking meaningful sentences from when she is 8 months old (That explains her chatter-box nature). Since I didn’t want to be a tagged talkative, I started talking late. (You see, I’m intelligent enough to make strategies from now itself. I’m preparing myself to be an Ultimate Baby Roadie on the new reality show of RTV (Ramya’s Telivision) which is based on adventurous challenges for Babies).

I just hope that all my coming years are as pleasant as my last year. I’m very lucky to have such a loving family. And, like my chitti asked me to end the post, I thank God for everything that he has given to me. I promise to be a good baby forever!

A Sudden Urge

2009-09-13T03:51:00.000-07:00

It has been five years since I left Chandigarh. I did not take much time to adjust here (except for my language skills of course) and I never felt like going back to Chandigarh. But, since last few days, I have this sudden urge, not to go visit Chandigarh, but to go and live there.

It is an odd feeling, of missing a place so badly, especially for someone like me who is not attached to any place. I miss the three lane and four lane roads over there. I miss the clean roads. I miss the planned architecture.

I would love to go back to 2317, Sector 22-C. Place where I was born, and lived till I turned 12. I miss our land-lord particularly. I used to call him Baabaji. I was his ladli. He never scolded me for scribbling on the walls. If my parents would not buy me chocolates, he would surely buy them for me. I remember his permanent dialogue – “Soti naal maar padegi tenu”, when I did some mischief.

I want to go back and shop in 22 Sector ki Redi Market. A big market with small shops having loads of stuff. I still wonder how the shopkeepers racked all those clothes in such a small space! I miss the bargaining. You can’t bargain in Kerala. I got lost in that bhul-bhulaiya type market a couple of times.

No branded kulfi in the world matches the 2 rupees Kulfi from the Kulfi-waala who used to come in our gali. All the girls used to buy SO many kulfies after Kanjakein. After all, whatever money we got after Kanjakein was our money! No Golgappe from these malls in South match the Garg ke Golgappe in 23 Sector! No matter how hard we try, me and my mom can never recreate the delicious Tikki we used get in Sindhi Sweets in Sector 17! The desi hot dogs of the Hot Dog waala of our gali are way better than the firangi ones with cheese and stuff. The Ten Rupees Strawberry Shake from the Verka Booth in Sector 22 is the richest and most delicious one I have ever had.

Rose Garden in Chandigarh is one of the largest gardens in Asia. I don’t remember the Rose Festival that is conducted over there every year. I want to go back, and experience it. I want to go boating in Sukhna Lake. I want to go see the Water Falls in the Rock Garden over there. I want to sit on the cycle rikshaw!

People here in Kerala don’t get out of homes when its night. I miss seeing all those fat Punjabi aunties taking a walk after dinner (Though I don’t miss THEM!). I miss the flamboyant Diwali, the loud sound of crackers. I want to go in the mela in Math ka Mandir for Gokulaashtami. I miss going to Ayyapa Temple in Sector 47. I and my sister used to pluck Sun-flowers from a home near the temple and run away on the scooty! I miss the Elaichi waala doodth we used to get for Shivraathri. I miss the Chabeel, which was given during those very hot summer days.

I miss the winters – wearing a hundred sweaters to keep myself hot and sleeping in quilt. I miss my school campus – Sacred Heart Convent School.

Chandigarh is such an integral part of my past, and these are just a few things I have mentioned about this wonderful and clean city. If I have to experience all of it again, I have go there and live!

I sometimes wonder how it would be, if we never came here. I surely would have been a total show-off, like all my old friends with whom I talk through phone now. I hear that Chandigarh has changed now. During those days, there were no malls over there. And all the hi-fi show-rooms were there only in Sector 17 and Panchkula. It seems Chandigarh has become a big city, with a lot a malls and hi-fi-ness. Does that mean that it is no longer my-type place? I hope not!

P.S. – We had a Trichur Blogger meet. Ok, that’s exaggeration. I met Gayathri and Durga. We met some time before and did nothing, except talking. I know the readers are totally Jealous now. Jal Jal ke raakh ho jao sab! Hwaaawahhahahahaha!!

Kerala in High “Spirits”??

2009-09-02T05:42:00.000-07:00

When you view from a distance, there is something light-hearted about Mallu passion for drinking. Kerala is jocularly referred to as God’s Own Country where whiskey and soda flows in abundance. And, its true. Last year, Onam sales of toddy were a path breaking 135 crore. And this year, its 16 crore less than the last year sales. According to my dad, this 16 crore difference is because the government ordered to close the toddy shops on the day before onam. If the shops would have been open on that day too, the sales would have surely exceeded the last year’s record. The “Dry Day Comedy”, isn’t it?

Look at the picture above, there is something really funny about it. My father mocks, “This is disciplined Kerala”. The men stand in a queue in front of the toddy shop to buy daaruu. These men would not have been this disciplined in their whole life, my mom says.

But, the picture isn’t pretty! With the increasing consumption, alcoholism problems are increasing. Everyday, we open newspapers to know about a new death because of drinking and driving. There is a female suicide almost everyday because of alcoholism. You get to read some heart-rendering stories about women and children committing suicide because they don’t have dimes to feed themselves – only because of a drunkard in family. There are NGOs working on the anti-alcohol campaigns, but, they have no impact on be-happy-drink-more tippler.

A toddy shop near Trichur Railway station has the name “Daivashayam” (Divine Help)!!

I totally hate people who drink, even the occasional ones. This may be because no one in my family drinks – from my very parents to relatives to distant family friends (who I know). And, I have not seen people drink this much in Chandigarh – except in those hi-fi Punjabi wedding where the ladkewaale men used to drink and dance like crazy.

Kerala’s liquor policy is the most hopeless one. According to the policy, on the first of every month, the liquor shops are closed so the yay-I-got-my-salary service man cannot buy the rang biranga paani. But, there is no reduce in consumption after implementation of the policy. First of all, not all drunkards are people who get salary! There are MANY people who work for daily wages! These men take money as well as a bottle sharaab for the work they do. How do I know? My father used to make someone buy toddy for the workers during our house construction. Moreover, I have heard that you get liquor on the Dry Days for some extra bucks. Better? I-am-SMART men buy the toddy before hand, and get prepared for the Dry Day, rather than spending the “extra bucks”!

Sometimes, I get an impression that men here drink without considering the time and the place. I saw one drunk parent in my school after writing one of my 10^th boards. (I have a good smelling sense and I’m an expert in smelling cigarette smoke and alcohol) I was forced to say, “The man is DRUNK and he came to school to make a bad impression on children” in Malayalam, loud enough for the man to hear.

It’s sad, especially for a wonderful and beautiful place like Kerala which is famous as God's Own Country and is famous for its rich culture. Alcoholism does nothing but projects Kerala as a cultureless place. I feel enraged, I feel sad.

Onam, Puli Kali, No PC Thomas, Kya Life Hai!

2009-08-28T22:33:00.000-07:00

Its Onam Time!

Onam is the biggest festival of Kerala, and the most grandly celebrated one. It is celebrated with the same spirit in which Diwali is celebrated in north. It marks the yearly visiting of Kerala's favourite ruler Mahabali, who was buried into hell by Vamana (Lord Vishnu's Avatar)

(Mahabali - the photo was clicked during last year's Onam)

Mahabali was a very judicious and effecient ruler. When his fame began to spread in Heaven, Gods felt challenged and asked Lord Vishnu to curtail the powers Mahabali.

(Last Year's main day Pookalam)

Lord Vishnu transformed into Vamana and approached Mahabali and asked him for alms. Mahabali was thoroughly impressed with the intelligence of the dwarf Bhramin child and granted him a wish. Vamana thus asked for three paces of land. Vishnu (as Vamana) increased his stature, and with first step covered the sky. With his second step, he starddled the netherworld. Realising the third step would destroy the earth, Mahabali offered him to step on his head. Thus, Mahabali was pushed to netherworld. But, because of the attatchment that he had with his kingdom and people, he was allowed to meet them once every year. This day is celebrated as Onam. (This is condensed version of what I read from Wikipedia. Yes, I want to force some knowledge into people who avoided that Hyperlink I added on Onam in first line ;-) *evil grins*).

To welcome Mahabali, people clean their houses, wear new clothes and put pookalam (flower Rangoli)

(This is one of my favourite photos - This was the Fifth day Pookalam)

Puli Kali is yet another celebration that takes place during Onam season. Different Temple devasoms (associations) have their group of people who become Pulis. Puli means a Lion in english, and that is how men are painted. Bascially, the face of the Puli is painted on the tummy of the men, to give a protruding effect. It seems men with bigger tummies are given more money. These pulies wear big bells, and walk till the Swaraj Round in the town doing a special donce which I have never been able to spoof till now. This gathers a HUGE crowd. I have seen this only once, and I'm done with it!

(My sister had gone to see the Puli Kali last year - this photo was taken by her)

Every group has many Pulis. There are tabloids also, where men form various formations and stand still. These men and Pulis are painted with emulsion paints. Every group is judged, and a winner is also announced.

(This is again, one of the Tabloids. The two people in that whole cream coloured structure are painted men)

G-Rammy Awards!

2009-08-24T22:36:00.000-07:00

The Ceremony begins with loud sound of toys of Ganesh. (I cannot afford an orchestra)

Ramya enters, wearing the Cavalli gown stitched by her mother (Original khareedne ke Paise kahaan hai?)

Ramya: Welcome everyone! I know all of you are jobless (else, you would not have been here). Nevertheless, thank you all for attending this small award ceremony arranged by me :-)

So, what are G-Rammy awards? I had mentioned the reason for starting this range of awards in one of my earlier posts. G-Rammy awards are MY awards (all copyrights reserved types). I might give these awards once in every year (if I don’t get lazy) to all the people who I find perfect for the apt categories.

Category – Khool Blogger

These are people, who manage to write some very meaningful posts with some good humor in it. Their posts have something more than films in their forte, and offer something more than bad jokes.

I would love to pass on these awards to Amith and Dhanya.I relate very well with Dhanya's posts. Though, I will never be able to realte myself with Amith's blogs, but still, I love reading them.

Category – Best Personal Blogger

As the name suggests, this award is for people who blog very well about their personal lives.

I would like to give this award to Arunima and Durga.

I have been reading Arunima’s blogs for a long time now, and, she has been so well in writing about almost everyone. I know a bit about her best friend, her niece, her hometown and her husband :-). Durga posts every small thing that happened in her life, every new thought that pops up in her head, everything, in one-liners.

Category – Best Blog Template

No doubts, this award goes to Dhanya!!!

I’m a BIG fan of that template of hers. Its VERY cute, yet, its not loud. Light colours, good graphics, I just LOVE her template.

Category - My Favourite

The award goes to Arunima, Usha and Meenu.

I started blogging because of Arunima’s blog. My sister was all praises about her blogs and I felt very jealous. Thus, I started blogging. Its only after kick-starting this whole thing, I realized how good her blogs are, and now, even I am all praises about her!

Usha blogs about some very strong topics, with a very good sense of humor. Meenu, for obvious reasons that she is my sister (Oh yes, I am partial)

Category – Honest Blogger

I would like to give this award to Thousif, Gayathri, Sumit , Neha and Karthick.

Thousif is very dedicated to his blog. He takes time to tell me that he has updated his blog, he replies to all the comments. I was like this once. But, I have a big war going on with good habits, thus, they don’t stay with me for a long time ;-)

Gayathri posts her views on some very delicate topics, which I would never post, mainly because there will be some contradictions. I would never be interested to post replies to a person more than one time (yes, I’m lazy) and I would never like to post longreplies (yes, I’m lazy again). She gets some very long comments, and she takes time to read all of them and reply in long ways. When I start getting long comments, I keep saying that I can club all of them and post a new blog ;-).

Sumit is new, but I loved his Harry Potter blog and even his recent blog on population growth in India, which has been suspiciously deleted. (Why?) .

I don’t post many comments on Neha’s posts, but that does not mean that I don’t read them. I love her work!

Karthick is a very thoughtful person. And, its wonderful to read his thoughts.

Category – Making a Difference

I would like to pass it on to Vyazz and Anju.

Anju herself says that she always ends up posting some serious blogs. But, I love reading all of them. Her thought provoking questions are a good doze for an ignorant teenager like me.

Vyazz posts some very good blogs. Personally, I’m a huge fan of the way he writes. He does some good research before he posts anything. He’s currently preparing for some exam and is not regular. But, he used to post his views regularly on every wrong and right thing happening around the world. His post on St. Petersburg was awesome! Its good to read some good quality posts of his once in a while :-)

Category – Humorous Blogger

Without second thoughts, I would like to pass on this award to Chriz and Stupidosour.

Chriz’s posts make me roll on the floor. I love reading all of them. But, more than that, I find him to be a very genuine person with a very good sense of humor :-)

Stupidosour is jobless. I keep wondering how he comes up with so many bad jokes, all at one time! Yet, I love all his Stupido-sore jokes and his Pun-in-ten-deads :-)

P.S – My sister has started blogging. You can see her blogs here. Even though I have been blogging since a year and a half now, I started having readers only since last four or five months. I don’t want this to happen to her. I want everyone to read her blogs and comment

P.P.S - Sorry for bad editting of the post. I am a technical retard, and I don't know how to upload pictures properly. Please, bear with me :-)

Back to Nursery Tag

2009-08-19T22:47:00.000-07:00

We all did the normal stereoscopic stuff like A for Apple when we were small. Kudos to the blogville, they made me say my new list of ABCs. I was tagged by Durga.

A – Anjali. My best friend. She is someone who suffers all my pestering without any complains. I think she enjoys it ;-)

B – Bollywood, my passion.

C – Clothes. I love buying clothes, for myself and for people. I love wearing new clothes and seeing others wearing their new ones. I can sit and admire or criticize people endlessly…as per my taste. Oh yes, I’m a total girl :-)

D – Drama. Its something that I have been doing since I was very small. I started talking when I was only 8 months old and I used to say with utmost conviction of misery in my voice “Meenu paawwwmmm aauu” when I was given medicines. It meant, Meenu is pawam (ill) so give her the medicines instead of me ;-)

E – Europe. I’d love to visit this place once.

F – Family. My life revolves around these people. I can’t imagine my life without my parents and sister.

G – Ganesh, my Nephew, my unofficially adopted son, non-biologically my first child ;-)

H – Happiness. Its very essential for me. I hate people who crib always. My funda is that you live happily only when you feel that you can live happily.

I – Izzequasto. Our maths sir in PC says this instead of Is-equal-to. His every class is a riot, mainly because of his accent. He says “Caammaa” for Comma, “Haarsse” for horse, and a lot of blunders! The funniest part is, all the girls sit and laugh, even though they know that there are cameras to keep a check on them.

J – Joblessness. I always wonder how I can be so jobless. Though I would have the entire job in the world, I always feel that I’m jobless!

K – Kerala, the land of strikes! I still love it!

L – Loneliness. Thinking that you are alone – that’s the worst feeling in the world!

M – Meenu, my sister. She’s my best friend since I’m small, and will always remain so. I can shamelessly agree to the fact that I like to be with her more than anyone, even my parents.

O – “Oh-my-God”. I use this phrase VERY frequently.

P - Photographs. I’m totally obsessed with all the photos, old and new. I see them once in a while always and I’m by-heart with each and every one. These memories are something for which I can pay millions without any regrets :-)

Q – “Quiet”. That’s something that I’ve been hearing since I’m small. Yes I talk a lot.

R – Ramya. My name, I love it!

S – Spider Solitaire. I love this game, and I play it always. According to my father, I’m wasting ALL the time in my life by playing this game, just like my sister. Now I get to know, where I get my exaggeration skills from ;-)

T – Technology, something that does not inspire me AT ALL. I don’t know why I chose engineering. I feel I made a wrong choice :-(

U – Utopia. How I wish this world was one!

V – Vegetarian. I'm VERY proud to be a PURE Vegetarian. That brings into be atleast some Bhramin Pride.

W – Water. A very simple compound, but its most essential for us. Its present everywhere, but still, you do so much to drink the clean one. Water conservation is the only environment issue that I take seriously. The way water is wasted now, I’m sure that in some time, we would be earning water, instead of money.

X – Xerox machine. I don’t know what would have been the state of us students without Xerox machines!

Y – Yoghurt, curd. I love curd rice with lots of pickle! Yep, thayir sadam and oorga!

Z – Zorro. I used to love this anime cartoon on Animax. They stopped it and started ame stupid cartoon which I don’t even remember

Chance Pe Dance ;-)

2009-08-08T21:15:00.000-07:00

While I sat and dreamt in one of my classes at school, I remembered one of the incidents when Ganesh was with us. The brat was three months old back then and had started looking at colours. So, the whole house was adorned with colour balloons and festoons.

Ganesh had been sitting on me and was looking at things around, and I had been speaking his mind out. *muuuhaaahahahahaha*

Ganesh rolls his eyes to look at festoons

Me: Wow, such colourful papers! Thank you, mommy for hanging them over there.

Ganesh looks at balloons

Me: Wow, those balloons are just so rocking. Thank you, chitti for blowing them for me.

Ganesh looks at himself in the mirror.

Me: Wow, that’s me! Thank you, God for making such an Angel baby like me!

Suddenly, Ganesh gets distracted, and then looks at me and smiles.

Me: Wow! That’s LAKSHMI chitti! She is so beautiful, thank you God for giving me such a beautiful, loving and caring chitti!

Meenu: HAHAHAHAHA! God! Poor guy can’t speak, tho tu chance pe dance maar rahi hai! Nautanki kahin ki!

Me: He is thinking that only, I can feel it. I’m his Maasi. Maa-si, Maa-jaisi…get it?

Recently, I had been talking to Meenu through phone and she had been telling me this…

Meenu: Yesterday, Ganesh and I had been looking at the moon. He would look at the moon, and then he would look at me and smile. I am sure that he was thinking that his mother is as beautiful as the moon.

Me: Oh-my-God! He would have been noticing the similarities between the marks on your face and on the moon. Poor guy can't speak, tho tu chance pe dance maar rahi hai? Nautanki!

;-)

Jaani Dushmani – Ek Kahani

2009-07-31T07:39:00.000-07:00

Yeh hai kahani do Jaani Dushmanon ki…dono ek hokar bhi alag the…yeh kahani hai MERI

Ok, enough of my unending drama :-|. Read the story.

Not long ago, in fact in the very present, there was a girl. She dreamt endlessly about piercing her nose. She was fascinated by looking at all the Iyer maamis who had pierced their noses. She dreamt about the looking cool in her young age, and looking like a total maami in her old age with her pierced nose. She imagined her old age – she decided that she would wear the nine yard saari like her grandmother, and would also wear a huge nose pin. She dreamt of show-casing some maami-ism to her grand children by saying, “Kondai, ithu panaathe…athu panaathe” (Child, don’t do this, don’t do that)

Then, one day, according to the date decided by the almighty astrologer (almighty according to her mother that is), she got her nose pierced. She had a black out, and while people said that she is having low blood pressure or low sugar level, she thought that the piercing pierced her optic nerve, and as usual, her wild imagination became wilder, and she dreamt of her life as a blind girl.

Thou art to suffereth pain…to gaineth something. She remembered.

She didn’t utter a word, and bore the pain all by herself. She was very happy.

But, Lo and Behold! One very beautiful morning, she saw that her nose pin had penetrated down from her pierced hole. She looked un-beautiful on that beautiful morning. It seems her nose pin was VERY small! Some how, the girl overcame the situation, with so much courage and valor. Yes, she was very brave.

She went to another Kingdom named Bangalore. Her otherwise oh-so-clear skin became unclear. Yes, readers, yes, she was attacked by pimples. She was completely broken, she blamed all the things in that kingdom for such a horrible situation of hers. She was and is still, scared to enter that territory because of its harsh elements. Along with all those scary pimple attacks, she also got a pimple near her nose pin. When she returned back to her Kingdom, her clear skin was back again, but hey, the pimple near her piercing never vanished.

She used all the weapons against her enemy, her Jaani Dushman. Pimple removing cream, Anti-Pimple face wash, baby powder (yes, she did a research on internet) and turmeric. But, nothing worked. She had almost lost the battle when her mother decided to take her to the homeo doctor. She saw a new ray of hope.

The doctor came in her life like God’s angel and gave her the sweet medicines from God himself. She was also given a liquid to apply on the pimple. The liquid behaved like a lubricant, and her nose pin was removed just the moment before she had to leave for her daily work (read school). And, she left her nose for two or three days without a nose-pin. And then when her pimple disappeared, she tried to put the nose pin. But, the hole of her nose closed. She felt dejected, sad, angry, everything!

The piercing turned out to be her Jaani Dushman.

But, the girl is no less, she has decided to pierce her nose again, she is even more determined to defeat her dushman this time! :-)

P.S. – This girl is me. Yes, the mention is for those babbling bumbling jumbo dumbos who didn’t understand it till now! I have decided to put a new nose pin for new piercing – a silver ring this time round. I tried it on my nose, my father thinks that I look like a total gunda. My mother’s comment you ask? She said – “Oh! Her gunda-ness can be seen on her face at last!”. How rude. Main mummy se katti hoon!! X-|.

The Difference...

2009-07-25T22:29:00.000-07:00

When you shift from a Christian school to a Hindu school, you end up not knowing anything about the mantras that the students recite there. It’s the same condition with me. I remember having eyes wide open during the first assembly in school. And, I faced the reality, the fact that I don’t know anything except for gayathri matra. First, I was under impression that the students here knew the meaning to whatever they are reciting. But, bit by bit, I realized that people here recite the mantras just like the parrot like chanting. They don’t know the meaning of the things they recite. I found it hollow, hypocritical and what not!

This way, I am better. Atleast, I know what I pray. Even though my prayers go “He bhagwaan…aaj meri madad karna…aaj maine ye nahi padha woh nahi padha”, but still, I know what I am praying about. And, Christian prayers are way better than reciting these mantras, for the fact that you mean to say the prayer at some point of time in your life (The case is totally different when you know meaning of the mantras). If you don’t know the meaning of your mantras, when you thank God for everything, do you really mean it? I guess every religion tells the same thing, “Remember god’s name whole heartedly”.

I have nothing against Hindu religion. I totally believe in “Sarva Deva Namaskaaram Pratigachhati”. I have a mixture of Hindu and Christian beliefs. But, what I am against is reciting mantras without knowing the meanings. It is not the case only with my school. Sandya Vandanam is a practice that Brahmin boys do after their Upanayanam or Poonal. It is basically a list of mantras that they recite in three parts of the day, and is a Hindu code of liturgical prayers. I really doubt if my cousins even know the Sandya Vandanam. Each line in the code has a meaning, and each line is said with a special tone and action. The only man whom I have seen doing it in the right way is probably my thata who used to day it out loud every morning. He told his Sandya Vandnam till the week before he passed away. I am sure one of my cousins would have been happy to discard his Poonal when my father made him say gayathri mantra a 108 times at four in the morning just the next day after his poonal ceremony!

I guess it was the same case with me also, sometimes. For example, while telling Ganesh Stuti, it was my sister who pointed out my mistake while I happily recited “Loka Vinasha Karanam” instead of “Shoka Vinasha Karanam”. The change in one word brought out SUCH a huge difference in meaning! I guess, it’s only from that day onwards that I was put-to think about the meanings of these lines. These mantras will be mere sentences if you don’t know their meaning, but will help you discover meaning of life, and existence of God when you know their meanings.

Take time to know what lies in these mantras – the meanings are not very complicated! Or, be like me, pray every day – “He Bhagwaaan meri madad karo! Aaj maine ye nahi padha..aage se ye nahi hoga”! :-)

Age - Five Years :-)

2009-07-16T22:59:00.000-07:00

Me: Anjali, I had been calculating yesterday. You know, we have been together for five years!

Anjali: Oh my GOD! Ramya, I have been tolerating you since FIVE long years! Can’t believe myself! Kudus to me!

Me: Shut up you Moron!

Yes, it has been five years since we have been together. Best friends forever! :-)

And yes, she truly deserves a thumbs-up for putting up with me for this long! I guess both of us were polar opposites when we met. She was on a more serious side, and I was hardly serious about things (I still am the same!). A bit at a time, I started influencing her. And soon, she forgot all her seriousness and learnt to laugh at every poor joke of mine. She discovered her silly-self, and both of us silly heads joined together to have a bundle of laughs everyday!

We would laugh together uncontrollably and talk about the things that no one would even care about. We would discuss about the smallest matters like we were on a round-table-conference. When we were together, the world was ours to conquer. We were together ALWAYS. Same class, same bench, together in corridors, together in staff room, together in school-store, together everywhere! I could hardly have imagined my life without her. She was, and is still omnipresent in my life.

Both of us were dead cert that we would join same schools, but that did not happen. We still meet after PC Thomas and talk and gossip and do a lot of bitching. But still, the condition now is like a different kettle of fish…When I look back at old our old times, it seems like I was living in a different world. We give each other a small update of our mundane lives everyday, but it’s not like the old times when we would talk about smallest silliest thing again and again as if we had no other job… We meet everyday and muse over our past days, and utter the same thing – those were the loveliest times. All those good memories are saved up in one corner of my heart and I will hang on to them always. I will hang on to Anjali also, always. She won’t get rid of me for rest of her life; I’ll stick on to her like a pest and will pester her even more ;-)

P.S - The International Blogger Community Award has been circling in the blogosphere for a long time. First Gayathri gave it to me. And now, even Vyazz gave me the same award. Thank you SO much! I guess all of the readers are giving me a complex by posting long comments and giving awards. I cannot find time to reply to the comments. So, I guess I have to come up with an award distribution ceremony and give awards to all the people. The G-Rammy awards coming up soon people!

P.P.S. – Harry Potter 6 has released, YAY! I hope the director does not destroy the whole plot of the book this time like he did for the fifth movie. I have only one problem – when will I see the movie? :O!

I Have a Question to Ask

2009-07-10T10:04:00.000-07:00

It has been raining heavily these days. I personally hate rains. I just hate the feeling of dampness present everywhere. My day seems to be gloomy when I don’t experience the suns rays washing down me. Rain-or-shine, it is the sunbeams that light up my mood for the day and prepare me for the every new beginning of my life, for every new day. A rainy day for me means a gloomy day, when I am not in high spirits. It has been dark these days, and you can expect rain any time.

On a very similar rainy day, while returning from PC, I saw a girl, who was in her late teens on the road side with a child in her hands. She was trying her maximum to cover the child and was searching for a refuge for herself and the child, who I guess was her child.

I have been lucky to have a seamless life. I have had some small miseries in my life, but when I look back and peep into the memory lane, my life has been so very pleasant. Loving parents, caring sister, good friends, understanding family, been supported for each and everything, all my wishes have been fulfilled, been appreciated by many people…the list goes on. What else do I want?

The girl on the road didn’t even have a refuge for herself. She might be getting dimes for her dozens! I was distressed. I get scared stiff when I picture my life that way. I’m petrified. I can’t come out of my comfort-zone. It’s very tough for me. Being that way is not my cup of coffee.

Now, when I try to remember her face, the only thing that I remember is her dewy eyes and the agony in them. I saw helplessness in her posture. It was the image in which I could never have imagined myself.

Most probably, she is leading a life in which she cannot regret any deed of hers and she cannot complain. I find the ways and methods of my school incongruous and hypocritical. From students to principal, I find everything to be pretentious. I whine every day. My mother listens to me patiently. Does she have anyone to give her a shoulder when she had problems? When I am ecstatic, I have my whole family to join me in my happiness. Does she have anyone to accompany her in her happiness? I have many people to appreciate me and send me over to the moon. Does she have anyone who would raise the value of her presence? These questions back fire at me whenever I try to avoid thinking about her.

When I told this to my mother, she was crystal clear and knew how she could explain it to me. According to my mother, it is the Karma that we do in our past births that determines our next life. Does that mean that I lead a pleasant life because of my Karma? So, does my karma now determine my next life? I have a good life, a roof to live under, bed to sleep on, food to eat and to waste, clothes to wear and to waste, money to spend and to waste, everything just because of my karma. The girl leads a sad life, has nothing to eat, no good clothes to wear and a child to take care at such a young age, just because of her karma.

It is such a hollow explanation to the worldly miseries. In one of the poems of H.W. Longfellow, which I studied last year, he mentions that worldly pleasures and wretchedness’ do not matter to human life, because every life on earth has a purpose. But, don’t these things affect our life? You can’t always consider life to be like bivouac of soldiers! Ones life is hugely affected by the world around him. One has to have happiness in his life to lead a successful life.

How come God allows his children to be born with different backgrounds? How come some people are born poor and some are born well-off? Can some change happen and let that girl get part of my happiness in her life? Can anyone bring the change? Can anyone bridge the gap between rich and the poor?

Tag

2009-07-02T20:21:00.000-07:00

I have nothing to post about. Yes, my life is extremely uneventful and tedious. But, Anju helped me out here. She has tagged me. She said “I love Ramya’s posts and feel motherly love towards her”. I found it so really sweet! I see a lot of resemblance in Anju’s posts and Usha’s posts. I am one of the biggest fans of Usha, and I can foretell that in no time, even Anju will have some extremely impactful posts on very strong topics just like Usha.

Four places you have lived –

Chandigarh: It’s my birthplace, place where I was brought up. Chandigarh in itself is a heaven and has a very special place in my heart. I have spent my life’s most joyful days there. My whole childhood was spent in that one gali. It was the place that gave me my soul. I have shifted to South India; I am a South India, but dil nahi manta yaar! Sada dil tho abhi bhi full on Punjabi hai! The mention of this place brings a smile on my face, and makes me recollect all the sweet memories connected. I will never get tired of mentioning about all the lovely experiences I had there!

Trichur: It’s the place where we live now. I have been very lucky to live all the places where a person like me would like to live, Trichur is one among those places. It’s not oh-so-crowded and at the same time, you have all the facilities you want. No, you won’t get that Louis Vitton bag or Gucci Shades you want over here. But, it’s a simple place, and a place where I can live happily throughout my life. I might sound like a Mallu villager, but it’s truly a very good place to live in.

Bang-a-lore: I loved the place when I was in 4^th and 5^th. I loved all the big malls and the hi-fi life. At that time, I would have l-o-v-e-d to live there. Who knew that as I would grow up, I would be tired of malls (though you don’t have any mall in Trichur) and I would hate the crowd there! This time when I went there, I could do nothing, but sympathize with each and every individual living there. Pollution, traffic, crowd and almost everything over there seemed so much over the top! Jesus! How can someone survive in a place where you don’t even get fresh air to breathe in!

Varavoor – It’s my ancestral place. We spent all my summer holidays there. When I was small, Kerala for me was only Varavoor, a village type place. My 12 years of life, I spent thinking that Kerala is such a low standard village type place where you wont get to eat even Kurkure. (Mention of Kurkure is because I was small then and I loved Kurkure very much). It was only after we relocated here that I got to know how good a place is Trichur! Anyways, even Varavoor memories are really wonderful.

Four T.V shows you love(d) to watch –

FRIENDS: It’s my latest craze. I simply love watching it!

Roadies: Oh God! I love the drama, I love Raghu, and I love his personality. I think I love the show because I love Raghu.

Bakwaas Band Kar: I know that its not a TV show. But, the chote and the bade are the most loveable and cute characters I have seen. I might say “Kya bakwaas hai ye” every time I hear the new joke, but I just adore these two characters.

Nigella: Travel and Living is one of the best TV Channels and I like every show in it. Watching Nigella’s show is a treat for eyes. She is a pretty lady herself and you see passion in her eyes. And that is seen in her cooking! Recently, when I had been watching her make a cake, I was tempted to break my oath about discarding having bakery bakes. (Oh yes. I think I never mentioned that I am turning into a pure vegetarian. That means ‘no’ to all the cakes with eggs. I was a vegetarian till now, but since some months, I am a pure vegetarian)

Four places you have been on vacation –I have not had many vacations actually. We normally revisit the same places, i.e. places where my cousins live.

Kerala (When we used to be in Chandigarh)

Singapore (It’s a lovely place to buy clothes from. I did a lot of shopping there!)

Jaipur (Most of my cousins live there. Either we used to go there for Diwali or they used to come to our home when we were in Chandigarh)

Hill Stations (Shimla, Ooty, Kodaikanal)

Four of your favorite foods –

Tikki. Every time my mother makes it, I remember the tikki waala who used to come to our gali in Chandigarh!

Puttu Kadala. Its one of the Mallu dishes that I love to have.

Anything north-indian made by my sister. She’s a great cook. Her Aaloo ke paranthe are the most delicious ones I would have ever had. Both me and my sister can cook only north Indian. In holidays, I tried my hand on something south Indian, but nothing worked out!

Pickles: I am crazy about pickles, especially the mango pickles! North Indian or South Indian or any Indian, bring it on baby! I love the manga curry and avakai made by my mother!

Four websites you visit daily –

Blogger

Orkut (Though is it very rare that I get a new scrap ;-))

IBNLive. (I have a very little current affair knowledge. Whatever I know, that’s to this site!)

Mossip (It is a Gossip blog. My funda is, A gossip a day keeps boredom away. I need a gossip doze everyday, be it school gossip, celebrity gossip or family gossip!)

Four places you would rather be –

I think any place would be worth living if I have my family with me.I would love to live in Chandigarh again some day. Or even visit it someday!

Four things you hope to do before you die –

Write my Kerala Entrance with a good rank. Lest, 45k that I made my parents spend will all be wasted. There should be some use all the money spent!

Take my parents on a foreign holiday.

Learn a good Tamil and Malayalam. This seems near to impossible because my tongue just cannot twist enough to let me talk a good tamil or Malayalam.

Atleast once, I should try something adventurous. Otherwise, my life would be useless! :-(.

Four novels you wish you were reading for the first time –
I just remember my old days when I used to read a lot and adored many books. The moment I reached 10^th, all my reading was limited to my textbooks! Even now, I am reading my NCERT books and PC Thomas’s coaching material. And, whenever I read anything in them, I feel like I am reading it for the first time. ;-)

Four Movies You Can See Over and Over

There is no such movie made which I can see over and over! I am not a big movie buff. I might keep the track of all the new movies releasing, listen to all their songs and read their reviews, but I lack patience to see the movies again and again.

Four People Who You Think Will Respond To the Tag – People normally don’t take-up tags! So, I doubt if the people whom I would tag would respond! Last time when I tagged people about the “25 Random Things” tag, only one blogger responded. *snort*

Amith – Because, I think he responds to every tag. Please Amith, atleast you should take up the tag! Meri Izzat Rakh Lo!

Gayathri – She has very recently done a tag and I doubt if she would be interested, but I really want to know more about her. I find her very mysterious. Ok, that seems extremely stupid, but somehow, she gives me I-am-an-enigmatic-lady type vibes!

Thousif – I owe him something. He is a very regular reader, and someone who would ask me why I have not posted anything new. I am not a very regular reader of his blogs, but he still finds time to read my blogs and to inform me that he has updated his blog :-).

People who I think won’t take up the tag – All the people, whom I would have loved to tag but I know that will not be very interested to take the tag. They are - Arunima, ZillionBig, Dhanya, Durga and Karthick. So, people, can you prove my belief wrong and take up the tag?

Also, Gayathri gave me a International Blogger Comunity Award. Thank you so much! Though it is a conditional award, I'm taking it without fulfilling the conditions. Yes, I'm shameless!

Reasons Why Mothers Like Sons Better

2009-06-29T08:30:00.000-07:00

Daughters are always there to share thoughts, sorrows and happiness with mothers, but it is always said that mothers like sons more than daughters. Why? Why? Why? I did my research work and I found some apt instances from my family.

Before a marriag function

Mummy: How do I look?

Me: No, how do I look?

Mummy: Yes, good.

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Me: Mummy, you see that design? I like it very much, you can stitch it right?

Mummy: Yes.

Me: OK! I can wear it to PC then! It is pretty decent. I can wear it with my tights!

Mummy: *rolls her eyes*

This makes me realize that she is not interested in stitching anything for me. So, I go myself and take a very beautiful old saree of mom.

Me: You can make the top with this saree.

Mummy: That is my saree.

Me: Ok! But you were telling Saraswati Maami that you are going to give away some synthetic sarees to poor people! This is pretty old one! I have been seeing the saree since I am small! You don’t even wear it!

Mummy: But, that’s my saree, I’ll do whatever with it!

Me: Listen, I like it now. You are bound to be giving it to me!

Mummy: I gave 800 rupees for the saree at that time! You think I am going to ruin it by giving it to you!

Me: Mummy, I will wear it atleast! P-L-E-A-S-E!

Mummy: You girl! Don’t spoil my mood. Go and study.

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Sons, I am sure will never be interested in their mother’s sarees! And, as much as I know, sons would always find their mothers very beautiful and would never fail to tell them. On the other hand, when girls grow up, they would always want their mother’s clothes and would be cared about their looks more than their mother’s!

Update: School has started. Its too strict for me to digest. I came from a school where girls and boys were equal goondas. Here, no one is a goonda! How the hell can people be so disciplined? CBSE students have no standard! ISCE people have better base for sure. PC Thomas is good. I loved it. And, hows the new look by the way?

The Dream

2009-06-08T04:20:00.000-07:00

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I opened my eyes. The main hall was filled with light. Was it morning already? I saw the time; it was ten in the morning.

Why is mummy not behaving the usual way? She should have irritated me to death and woke me up by seven o’clock itself!

I saw the terracotta tiles on the ceiling of my home.

Gosh! That’s the only good thing in my home! S had been telling that whole house looks like hotel, why the hell don’t I like my own house?

I saw the pleasant color of the walls.

The walls are the only good thing. Papa took my advice during the house construction only for the paint! Ah! And I say that my advice is always taken first!

I saw my mother was on my left side crying. I saw my sister beside her. She was also crying. My father was silent, so was my brother-in-law. I saw Ganesh playing.

Why is everyone so serious? Wow! When did Meenu come home?! The brat is crawling! Let everyone cry, I’m going to play with him.

But, before that I saw turmeric powder on the floor.

Wow! Mummy makes a big fuss when a little something falls on the floor. Now, the whole floor is filled with turmeric powder! Isn’t she cared about the stains on the floor? That’s strange!

I tried to get up to play with Ganesh. But, I noticed that someone had tied my hands and legs with a cloth.

Ok, so who is playing a prank on me? I know that’s you jiju!

That was when I noticed the neighbor aunty whom I hate was also crying. Then, I saw my mother is putting a white cloth over me.

Ok, what is mummy trying to do by putting a bed cloth over me in this hot April morning?

I was about to shout but I saw an ambulance coming into my house. Two ugly men took out the stretcher and kept me on that. As they took me outside, I saw my mother and my sister wailing.

You ugly man, how dare you touch me? Am I dead? Hey ugly man, am I dead? I can’t die now! I have to do so much! I am so small. I really can’t die now! My sixteenth birthday has also not come. What about my results? I don’t even know my ICSE results? What about all the hard-work? What about Ganesh? I wanted to buy him the Barbies I didn’t get! Oh GOD! Am I really dead? Wait, they did all this when thata (my grand father) passed away. Did they check if I have died properly or not, I must be alive!

As soon as the driver started the ambulance, it started raining.

Calphurnia said it right that storms come when brave people die. HELL! Stupid ICSE syllabus, Julius Caesar is stuck in my head even when I am dead!

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Mummy – Lakshmi, WAKE UP! This is the last time I am calling you.

Me – hmmm

Mummy –Temple is just near the house and this girl is sleeping till 7:30! Wake up!

(Pulls away the bed sheet from over me, offs the fan and goes)

I wake up to find that I am still alive. Yay!

P.S. – This was the dream I saw before my results. When I told my sister that I saw my own death scene, she told me that such people who see their own death scene live longer. Yes, my whole family is filled with superstitious weirdos!

P.C. Thomas is like Maggie

2009-06-06T02:19:00.000-07:00

Don’t be surprised.

In his comment in my last post, Amith said that P.C. Thomas is mellowing down. I said the same thing to my father. My dad said P.C. Thomas is like Maggie.

According to my father (and now according me also), when you start an institution, you work hard to set up its standard. After you have set up a standard, you have to maintain it. That is the reason why you become strict. And that is why P.C. Thomas was very strict. When you maintain your standard, you become a brand. And, after you are a brand, you know that even if you sell crap, people will happily buy it. (Well, P.C. Thomas does not sell crap)

Long time before, there was only Maggie as a two-minute noodles. Then there came something new called Top Ramen. In their first ad, they had the catch line “Thank God there is an alternative” . In the same way, there are many other institutions coming up, which are as good as PC. So, many students are changing from PC also. Thus, unlike before, there is an alternative to PC just like there is an alternative to Maggie.

And, according to me, Top Ramen tastes better than Maggie, so may be, other institutions are also better than PC!

Hah! My dad is so very intelligent and smart! Thank god he didn’t use the Nirma washing powder ad as his example this time! (Nirma ad is his best ad and he can give its example for everything)

Anyways, after joining my coaching class, they gave me some books. Along with that, I also got a hundred recycled long papers. Why? To write imposition if I am absent even in one class! The man told me to come and take the papers from him when they get over. Does that man think I am going to write impositions very frequently huh? X-|

I think I am getting a good taste of PC’s strictness!

Anyways, my classes begin on 17^th. I might make a Bangalore trip before that. School shopping should get over soon I guess. The only thing that I have now is an umbrella. My father got a five fold maroon umbrella when he went for his ICWA meeting for FREE. I wanted a pink one, but it does not matter (good free ka maal is always welcomed). My sister has all the reasons to get jealous of me when she opens her two fold umbrella the next time! :-P

Oh, by the way, even the reader has all the reasons to get jealous of me. One of the best bloggers has written something about me. Check it our here. I expect some “So true Arunima, Ramya is really wonderful” type comments in Arunima’s blog too from my readers. :-P. Well, thank you so much Arunima! I have been reading her blog since two years now and it was after reading her blog that I even thought of blogging.

P.S. - I am sorry if you don't see any reply to your comments on my blog. I am busy and lazy.

Can ANYONE Change me?

2009-06-03T23:57:00.000-07:00

# Have you ever seen a fifteen year old girl crying on not getting to eat the chocolate she had been asking for past three days? If not, then see me! Yes, I cry only for silly things, other wise I am like I don’t have lachrymal glands!

# Have you seen a girl drowned in tension from head to toe wondering about her admission after getting an 88.7%? If not, then see me!

# Have you ever seen someone crying in tension and then going down with fever just for admissions in 11^th? If not, then see me! (Well, crying helped out. My dad said “I had already decided not to put you in ISC!” I love you daddy darling! Well, but he did laugh when he saw me crying! He said, “You are tensed as if your IIT or IIM seat is at stake”.)

# What will you feel like when you are told that you got admission in four schools? You will be happy right? Have you ever seen someone saying “Oh? NO!” and getting tensed because she does not know what school to join? If not, then see me!

# Have you ever seen a girl writing hate letters to the schools where she got admissions in merit seat? If not, then see me!

# Have you ever seen a girl who does not accept admissions in one of the best schools just because it is far away from her home and goes to a school which is starting a batch only this year because her dad wants her to do so? If not, then see me?

Ok, my dad agreed on CBSE, there is no point in me opposing him now. He has been a loving dad and has told me to join any school I want to. But, I know that somewhere down there, he wants me to join the school which is near by. He is my father; he will decide things which are good for me. He does not want me collapse the moment I reach home after the school and tuitions. He knows that it is going to happen with lazy goose like me after going to a far-away school!

By the way, did I say that I am going for regular tuitions to the manic P.C. Thomas! God-Save-Me! I have heard that he is very strict. He bhagwaan mujhe bachaana!

What will Happen...

2009-06-01T05:56:00.000-07:00

When I start criticizing your fashion sense and behave like a fashionmonger? Read on…

I saw photograph of ace actor (muahahaa) Govinda’s daughter’s Photograph [link]. Yes, I am talking about Narmada Ahuja who has been recently signed by a “famous” producer. But, first of all, someone tell her to change that oh-so-old hair cut and that hair color of hers. Come on! She has plain hair, with no visible hair-cut!

I saw the I-was-about-to-be-Miss-World Parvathy Ommanakuttan’s recent photos from Cannes. She was dressed horribly. But of course it was not as bad as the “barely there” gown of hers from Miss World contest. Does any one find her PRETTY? I don’t personally! She is now and then seen in The Hindu because she visits Guruvayoor temple very frequently and I find her mother to be better looking than her!

I also saw Barbara Mori’s photos from Cannes. In one of the appearances, Barbara wore a golden dress which looked as if she has gotten up from her bed, draped the cheap golden bed sheet over her, worn her floral slippers and came for Red Carpet! Hrithik and Barbara were there, but I couldn’t spot Miss Ranaut in the event (she is their co-star from already hyped Kites). If she would have been there, she would have been a company for Barbara. You see, she is a fashion victim.

I even saw the news that poor Farhan has throat infection (wow! This is the most non-sensical thing to cover) because there was lot of dust in the region where he was shooting. Someone send Greeda Pinto or Narmada Ahuja to those sets. They want kaamwaalis there!

I saw the latest family photo of ~~King~~ Khan (You can check it out here). Children look as cute as buttons. The boy looks ditto copy of SRK and the young lady looks just like her mom. I should mention that Gauri does not look a day older than 40. After all, all those costly injections she took on her face HAVE to work! And SRK looks so charming and happy. I don’t get why the hell he is happy! KKR lost big-time, no movies releasing, banned from IIFA…what are you on Shahrukh?

These days, TV is booked by my thaati (mom’s mom). So, from 6:30 sharp, serials like Kasturi and blah blah-Selvam (I don’t know the name) would be going on. Also, she watches the famous *smirks* Idea Star Singer. Ok, even though I am in Kerala, I don’t know anything about these shows. So, it was quiet shocking for me to see this horrible reality show with only and only mistakes. First of all, this might be the ONLY Indian reality show which airs on week days and now weekends!

Second mistake is Ranjini Haridas, who is the host of the show. She has the fakest accent; she dresses up like girl next door. Yaar, aise kapde tho mere paas bhi hain. Aren’t hosts supposed to be wearing bling outfits which look like you-can-never-afford types to a layman? The only good thing she has is that lovely black stiletto heel of hers. But, since I don’t wear heels, even that is not added to my lust list!

But, she is fairly better dressed than the contestants. The lady contestants wear the big danglers, big chains and big bangles all at the same time! Infact, poor souls are so horribly dressed that they don’t look like singers but chalti phirti jewelry ke dukaan!

Another mistake of the show is the unshaved hands of the lady contestants. Darling, if you claim that it is a famous show, why don’t you take these girls to some salon and get their facial hair and hair on hands removed? Else, buy them a Hair Removing Cream. Ok, is THAT’S costly, buy them wax or a razor, that won’t cost much!

And someone PLEASE tell that K.S. Chitra to remove her black nail paint. Tell her that it is supposed to be worn by teenagers.

If you are wondering that I am obsessed with how people look, then yes I am. I notice everything from clothes to shoes to jewelry to nail paint to hair to hair color. That’s bad for people who watch TV with me but it’s a good way for me to kill time ;-)

Wish I Could Post This Letter

2009-05-30T05:50:00.000-07:00

Dear authorities of the money-minded Hindu mission schools,

This is Ramya Iyer. I scored 88.7% in my ICSE Board Exams. They say that I will get admission into your school only if I pay un-refundable fifty thousand cash for your management seat! And, I will have pay this much along with the idiots of CBSE who scored only 60%! Is there any comparison between my respectable marks and that un-studious fellow’s marks? My mother seems to be willing to pay that much. My father, even though he has that frown on his face, will pay it. But, baby, I am NOT desperate to join your school.

All my life, I have studied in Christian Missionary schools. I thought that this was the main reason why I don’t know much about our Hindu culture. But, I am PROUD to study in Christian Missionary now. At least they are not money minded culture-vultures like you!

You say you are “School with a Difference”. OH SURE! What do you think you are teaching the students by taking these high donations from them? You teach “Moral Values with a Difference”. You can’t be “Living Gods” by constructing a school or by wearing Saffron color clothes. Is this the moral education you impart unto your students? Do you teach your students that education can SOLD? Then, I am proud that I studied in a Christian Missionary and got to know all about the lives of Jesus Christ and His Disciples. It is surely better than what you teach your students indirectly! I know that in my school, they forced me to believe that Christianity is better. But, atleast, they didn’t impart unto me that money is most important!

Don’t be under impression that I don’t have contacts. My father has direct connections with the owner of your school in Bombay. His one phone call or one e-mail will give me admission very easily in your school. You think I am going to show such disrespect to my own good marks? No baby, NEVER. My father himself is manager of a school, a hindu mission school. They are not money-minded like you!

So darling, don’t be under any impression that I am desperate to get into your schools. I DON’T want to insult the hard-work that I have put in to achieve what I got. They are not less marks at all, and many schools will take me in happily.

Thank you,

Ramya Iyer

Emotional Attyachar!!

2009-05-27T19:34:00.000-07:00

I am emotionally unstable right now. My moods swing like the voltage fluctuation during heavy south-west monsoon. One of my neighbors, after listening to my endless cribbing has named me Tension Maami. And, I must add that it’s very rare for me to be like this. I am totally freaked about everything.

First of all, they have hyped all the CBSE admissions. My friends have already filled my ears with so much information – points on why we people can’t get into a good CBSE school! Great friends! Everyone seems to be chilled-out except me.

And then, I am tired of everyday arguments with papa. His work place is some hours away from where we live. So, he has been given a room from his office and comes here on alternate days. I wish every day that he should not come. But, somehow, he drops here everyday! I have a great fate!

I am tired of telling the same points to him everyday. But, he seems to be happy only questioning me. According to him this not-even-sixteen year old daughter of his is having a baseless argument. He thinks I have caliber to study in ISC. But someone puh-leez tell him that I won’t follow my IIT classes without the CBSE books! There is same argument every night and every morning!

I am woken up by four thirty for the same “discussion”. I am a happy girl normally, but if I am made angry in morning before having breakfast, then you will have to bear my tantrums the whole day. And then of course, my dearest mummy is there to advise me on “Don’t behave like this” topic.

It is my dad’s luck that I have not raised my voice or I have not started crying. I am sure someday, my voice will be at the loudest and my crying won’t stop. I wonder what he would do then! There was never a situation like this before. I took his comments lightly before, but I really feel that he will put me only in ICSE.

I am tired of going to schools. First, an angry father does not come with you to CBSE schools. He gives the worst excuse ever for not coming with you. So, the only way is that you should go with your mother. She can’t drive any vehicle. So, you have to hop into bus. And wow! I have a great fortune too, I get into only those buses where I don’t get seat. And wow again! Look, I have to travel from one end of the city to the other end STANDING! *snort*. Don’t laugh thou sausy fellow, I am cribbing.

And then, your dad has very influential contacts (like the owner of the school) in one of the best schools in the town. But, he is not ready to recommend you because he hates that school! What shall I say? He hates the school for their money-mindedness. But, who will tell him that education matters first?

I have had enough! You go to your school expecting people to co-operate with you. But, when you go to your Head Mistress to get your mark-list signed, she gives you a lecture for half an hour on why ISC is better! Oh lady, I have to go to other schools, if you take up all my time and patience, what am I going to do in other schools?

Also, I am feeling guilty. A, my best friend, who would be enjoying in Dubai right now had asked me to take application forms for her. Both of us have decided to join same schools. But what the hell can one do when the form-man does not give forms for her because she got 83% which is not above 85%. Dude, get a life! If she would have put-in the same hard work in a CBSE school, she would have scored well! Why don’t you chuck-out some un-studious fellow of your school and put in this decent and hard working girl? Oh! Who am I to tell him! My admissions are also unsure right? Duh! You can’t contact her because she didn’t make her orkut profile before going there. Her grand parents are never at home and totally depend on me! They don’t understand the information that I provide them with because apparently I can’t talk in proper Malayalam. So what if my Malayalam is a mixture if Hindi, Tamil and English? Every one understands my language why NOT YOU!

I just hope that a miracle happens and I get into some CBSE school. If possible, A should also join to same school. My school life seems to be so impossible without her presence. Also, I want to get rid of my father’s chitter-chatter! I am tired of going to schools, the daily argument and my life! I don’t want any of them, not even my life! I just want admission in a CBSE school without the arguments with my dad!

Red Cross Nautanki

2009-05-25T23:07:00.000-07:00

Red Cross! I don’t know if anyone in blogosphere did this, but I did it when I was small. Bad words then were words like Gandi (Bad Girl), Chudail (Ghost) and Bhootni (Ghost again). It is only after some years that I got to know real abuses. But, back then, it was very insulting when some friend of yours addressed you like this.So, to give her a tit for tat reply, you just needed to touch something red and yell “Red Cross”. If you said that, then the gaali will back fire to them.

I have grown up, my sister has also grown up, but surely we didn’t forget to say Red Cross. Infact, we have improvised it a LOT.

Me: Oye! Moti!

Meenu: Bhootni tu moti!

Me: (Touching my red Harem Pants) RED CROSS!

Meenu: (Touching her red hair band) RED CROSS! My red is on my head, and head is most important in the body. So, mine is more significant.

Me: (Touching the pink region of my top) PINK CROSS! Since we are girls, and pink is a girl’s favorite color, pink cross is more significant.

Meenu: (Trying to control her laughter, she touches her blue top) BLUE CROSS! Sky is blue and infinite. So, your pink nullifies.

Me: (Touching the yellow part of my top and already laughing out loud) YELLOW CROSS! Sunshine is yellow and most essential, so shoo lady!

Meenu: (Touching the white part of her top) OH Kiddo! Sunshine is WHITE light! WHITE CROSS! Muahahaah!

Both of us start laughing wildly. My brother-in-law recovers from the shock he had after hearing the biggest non-sense ever. (I don’t understand why he was shocked because by now, he should have been used to all our non-sense)

Jiju: (To my mother) how did you put up with this nonsense all these years? Epodum kikipiki kikipiki cheeripa! (Always kikipiki kipiki laughter)

Mom: Oh! What happened? I didn’t hear you people!

Both I and my sister start laughing again, even more wildly.

Me: You see, she has stopped hearing what we say!

Meenu: You better learn it too!

And both of us continue laughing leaving my brother-in-law totally bewildered.

I love you Meenu and I love our bakwaas, you are the best sister! :-)

It’s Funny How It Ends.

2009-05-23T00:25:00.000-07:00

Recently I noticed that it’s funny how a turning-into-big-fight between me and my dad ends in a lighter mood just because of one single statement by mom.

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Papa comes searching for me and he sees me washing my face.

Papa: Aiye Kutto! Ithu enadhu? (What is this?)

Me: What? I’m washing my face.

Papa: Aren’t you going to sleep?

Me: What else am I going to do at 11 “P.M”?

Papa: So, why are you washing your face with that yellow thing?

Me: Appa ithu Kadalamavu and Kasturi Manjal. I told you last time also.

(Kadalamavu – chick-pea powder. Kasturi Manjal – Turmeric powder)

Papa: No, but why are you washing your face BEFORE sleeping? No doubt you complain that you don’t fall asleep early. How can you expect to sleep early when you go to bed fully fresh?

(He looks at my mother expecting her to join him but my mother seems to be frustrated because kitchen work is not over)

Mummy: Don’t look at me. You and your daughter! Why don’t you come here and pour the dosa mavu from the grinder into this container.

Papa looks at me blankly. Then he smiles.

I smile too.

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Papa and I are discussing about my admissions

Papa: Meenu was telling that you should join CBSE.

I try to act as if I am busy reading the book in my hand.

Me: *as-a-matter-of-factly* Yeah, that’s already decided right?

Papa: No, its not! What reason do you have NOT to join ISC?

Me: I have enlightened you already! Not again please! I have pleaded you so many times, I am tired now! (Trying to squeeze a tear out of my eyes)

Papa: No, but I really think that you are taking short-cut by joining CBSE.

Me: Short-cut? You think taking up Physics, Chemistry, Math and Computer as my subjects and then going for IIT, AIEEE and Kerala Entrance training to that P.C. Thomas is a SHORT-CUT? I am doing all of it only because you told me to do! Else, I would have taken up commerce and studied less in 11^th and 12^th!

Papa: But, didn’t you hear what your Head Mistress said? She said that transition from ICSE to CBSE is like going from top to bottom.

Me: So be it! You think last year’s topper was mad to go to CBSE? Appa, I’ll be mad to stay in ICSE!

Papa: At last, it’s my decision to put you somewhere. I’ll try my maximum to put you in ISC.

Me: Ok fine, then you study for me in ISC. I tell you, it will be tough for me to follow P.C Thomas without CBSE books.

Papa: Ok, then you DON’T study. You help your mother at home.

Mummy: Aiyoo! You put her in CBSE. It’s more work for me with her around. Let her go to school. Or else, the home will be dirty always.

She notices the chocolate wrapper on the floor.

Aiyo! Teach this girl that there is a dust-bin in the house! Di, why are you sitting and smiling? Go throw it outside. I am not going to buy any chocolates for you now.

Both me and appa look at each other and smile.

My Results are Out

2009-05-19T23:33:00.000-07:00

So, People, Results aaa gaye maamu!

I managed to score an 88.7% in my ICSE Board Exams yay!

Jobless people can go here and see my results. My Index number is T/6371/042.

I got some awards also.

Vyaz gave me the Blogger Friendship award.

I would pass it on to Ashish, Arunima, Durga, Gayathri, Amit and Chriz

Thousif gave me the Cutest Blog On Net Award.

I don't know how my blog is cute. And, I don't know any cute blogs! But, since I find Blogger Template of Dhanya VERY cute, I would like to pass it on to her.

Hashir gave me the Honest Scrap Award.

I would like to pass it on to Durga, Gayathri, Arunima and Dhanya.

(I wanted to to put the hyperlinks and pictures. But, I don't have time. I won't put them later also)

Also, I got Blog of The Day Award. Don't know how! But, my parents have taught me to take all the awards happily, so I won't argue. ;-)

And, thank you all for such an overwhelming response to my last blog :-)

Mallu Names

2009-05-12T22:55:00.000-07:00

I came from Chandigarh, a place where names had a neutral gender. Harleen could be Harleen Singh or Harleen Kaur. Charanjeet could be Charanjeet paaji or Charanjeet pehenji. So, when I came to Kerala, I was pretty shocked to hear names which were meaningless, funny, stupid combinations of syllables, letters or other names. I already was a a confused Iyer with Punjabi upbringing, and who did not know whether she was a Mallu or a Tamilian, and I got more confused in my life after hearing some mallu names.

So, I, Sita Lakshmi Iyer from Kerala made a keen observation on Mallu names, and here is the result -

I have a senior in my school named Perpetua She Godfrey. Her sister’s name is Persis She Godfrey. Her brother’s name is Peronet She Godfrey.

Mostly, Christians have this disorder to name their kids in a very odd way.

There is a couple Mr. Joseph and his wife Beena. They named their son Joby.

The funniest name I have ever heard till now is of a boy named Booby (whoa!). I couldn’t suppress the smirk on my face when his mom told it with pride on her face.

The use of “j” is very common. That is why odd names like Sijo, Bijo, Lijo, Anjo, Banjo, Siji, Bhajji etc evolve.

The name of my optician is Tiny Nair. My History sir’s name is Sathyaneshan. Name of my school’s Treasurer is Anbazagan (which I suspect is a Tamil word which means extremely beautiful). Name of my school’s Principal is Babuji.

Generations back, it was a ‘fashion’ to add ‘amma’ behind every name. So, many of my old teachers in school have names like Chinamma, Tangamma, Shoshamma and Leelamma. The funniest amma was Aiyeliamma because in my horrible accented Malayalam, I called her “Eliamma” (Eli means rat).

They also add ‘mon’ (meaning son) and ‘mol’ (meaning daughter). With such combinations, names like Sushamol and Jobimon evolve.

One of my father’s colleague’s name is Dharmasamwardhini.

There is a junior in my school, her names is Riza. Her brother’s name is Itty.

Who does not want to be a kid always? That is why, many mallus add ‘kutty’ (meaning kid) after their name. This leads to names like Marykutty, Kunjukutty and Krishnankutty.

Mallus have a chronic disorder when it comes to pronouncing “A”. That is why, my name which is to be pronounced as “Rum-ya” is spoilt by pronouncing it as “Rem-ya”. Like this, there are names like Rema, Belram and Reghu.

Also, there are real names which sound like nick names. For example - Queeny, Blessy, Percy and Peppy.

There are also some Biblical references made. Names life Joshua, Noah, Abel, and Cane are thus kept.

Every second or third mallu girl has a name Ammu. Till date, I know five ammus!

Simple Pleasures of Life

2009-05-08T21:27:00.000-07:00

My Nephew is like a bit of stardust blown from hands of God. When I saw him playing, laughing and crawling recently, this was the first and the only thought that came into my head.

I never liked kids before. Small things, difficult to handle, always crying, peeing and pooing! They cried whenever they came to me. He didn’t. In his initial days, he used to stop crying when I used put him to sleep in his cradle. The fact that after he grew up a little bit, he kind-of started crying after being too much with me is a totally different story and I really don’t find a need to really discuss it here.

Babies are God’s noblest work and the best gift he can ever give. Ganesh’s arrival marked the beginning of all things- wonder, hope and a dream of possibilities for us. I am sure Ganesh would have been the tiniest thing that my sister would have ever decided to put her whole life into. It was like life for us to see him fulfill all his milestones one-by-one.

Don Herrold has said, “Babies are a good way to start people”. Really, so true! When he smiled for the first time, there were discussions about me and my sister smiling. When he turned upside down, we had the same discussions.

It was painful to see him cry in pain when we got his ears pierced when he was only 50 days old.

Once, I cried with him when he cried too much and I could not handle him (Ok, don’t be under impression that I cry for silly things. No, I do! I don’t cry when I am in a horrible situation. I cry only for silliest occasions!)

Ganesh made love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, clothes shabbier, home happier, past forgotten and future worth living for. When he was with us, I dreamt about his future. But, in these thoughts, I forgot that he was living today and I had to enjoy him now. I realized it later. I enjoyed him this time when I met him.

He gets up in the morning and stretches lavishly. The expression in his eyes, the smile that spreads on his face, all of it is deeper and eternal that any ocean.

He enjoys standing in a corner junction and hitting one of his hands on the wall. The voice of his bangle hitting the wall is not at all irritating. It’s music to my ears now. No doubt they say that children reinvent the world for you. :-)

My nephew taught me simple pleasures of life. The best quality in children is that they are always in bliss. Why didn’t God make us in a way that this quality always sustains in us throughout our lives? So many grieves would become less, the pressure of expectations and tension about future would be decreased. Then, everyone would be enjoying the present rather than contemplating the future life. How I wish, I could be a child again; hope there was a rewind button! But, I can be a child when my nephew is around. So, there is no need for me to invent a time machine now. I simply need to transport my sister with her child here. My nephew can fit into a parcel, what about my sister? :-O!!

I Love Spoiling Names

2009-05-05T05:50:00.000-07:00

P.S. – First of all, this post is supposed to be funny.

P.P.S – If you feel hurt in anyway by reading the spoilt names, then please don’t crib. I really can’t bear babbling baboons cribbing over jokes. Spoiling names is my hobby and I don’t mind people spoiling my name, i.e. Ramya until it goes out-of-limit.

I hated a girl in my school last year. She was a confused malayalee brought-up in Gujrat. That ~~bitch~~ girl went about telling to all the people in school that me and A (who is my best friend) don’t talk with anyone else in class because we perform better than rest of the people in class, and we are so-called toppers. But, she actually failed to notice that many of my good friends in the class are not-so-good scorers! That is why I named this girl Sheetal as Cheetal.

I didn’t like Frida Pinto dumping her boyfriend/fiancé/husband until I read Shobha De’s blog. But before that, I named her Greeda Pinto.

I was so much obsessed with the ugliness of Adhyan Suman because I had never seen someone as ugly as him playing a hero (except Himesss bhai). So, in this obsession, I named him Uglian Suman!

I hate Kareena for her Zero Size and for her dumping poor Shahid. She puts all the skinny people to shame. That is why I named her Kameena Kapoor.

I fondly call Deepika Peepika.

I call Priyanka Chopra as Priyanka Jhopda. (Yes, Jhopda is hindi word which means slum)

I sometimes call Anjali, my best friend, as Anj-eli Are-eli. (Translation - Eli means Rat. Anj is five and Are is six)

I believe spoiling names is an art. You can give me names of your Enemies/Ex bf / Ex gf/anyone else and I will be very happy to spoil their names and help you to have reasons to laugh at them. ;-)

Post 50 Yay \o/ !

2009-04-20T22:38:00.000-07:00

Anyone accepting Ganesh's Challenge in Gymnastics? I am sure no one can do what he does. Because no one can do it as cutely and sweetly as he does. Atleast for me. Because he is my honeybunch, Sugarplum, pumpy-umpy-umpkin, my sweetie pie, my cuppycake, gumdrop,snoogums-boogums and apple of my eye! I am so damn excited to meet him! Going to Bangalore on 23rd! He would have grown up so much.

By the way, I had been away for sometime because I had gone for a wedding. My dream to go for a bin bulayi shaadi is finally fulfilled. Went with my second cousins for their cousin's marriage, It was great fun! The first person I saw there was Raghu Ram.

Well, not Raghu exactly but a wanna-be! Gosh! So much alike! Same beard, same hair-style (yes, bald) and ear piercing. He kept on muttering the forbidden F-word under his breath. I heard him telling it almost a hundred times. I normally don't appreciate people who use such words just because they think it is khool to use such words. Being cool has lost its meaning these days. That is why, while for my cousins, he looked like a hero, for me, he was a wanna-be. He even wore the same black shirt as Raghu was wearing for Delhi Auditions!

My sister's life is going to be shattered when she hears that Raghu is married to the tom-boy girl from Jane Tu Ya Jane Na. But, Rajeev Laxman is still unmarried. I don't care about him being Rajeev and not Raghu. They look alike, I am happy! I don't care even if Raghu is married. Everyone deserves good things ;-)

Oh! Someone stop me from drooling over him! I have been doing so from so long!

Edit - Please, I am not making fun of Raghu here. I got a comment asking me that. I am really a big fan of his. No matter how many bad words he shouts out, he looks good and respects women a lot and has a great sense of humor. I like him for that. As for the wanna-be, I don't know much about him, so I can't pass any judgement of mine, it would not be good on my part. For me, he was a wanna-be. Thats it :-)

Marjaani - Piggy Chops

2009-04-16T06:58:00.000-07:00

"Hey tu mud ke dekha na kar
Jo sar mein soch aayegi
To pao mein moch aayegi
(pao mein moch aayegi)

Utt utt ke raathon mein
Dard yeh pala hai
Andhi jawani mein dard ek chala hai"

A bhari bharkam abuse like Khasma-nu-khani Marjaani was not enough that the lyricist added all the kinds of body aches in the song. I became so numb after I heard such distressing lyrics that I forgot everything and just kept the iPod away. I straight away came to check the lyrics. The result was, after a day, I found my poor iPod dead and it took hours to get it charged to normal. But, the lyricist surely needs a hands down for this! I mean, to rhyme soch, he simply added moch and to rhyme pala, he simply added chala! Who can't do this?

I heard that Piggy Chops fainted while shooting for What's Your Rashee? MTV Tickr said that anyone would faint after doing second movie with someone like Hurman. But why blame the poor guy? Chopsticks would probably be eating a carrot for breakfast, pea for lunch and nothing for dinner to have that figure of hers. Consequently, she was admitted in hospital. Birdies told me that Shahid Kapoor also visited her in hospital. Wow! So Shahid is determined to get someone like Kameena (oops Kareena) after the break-up. See, both of them are less than zero size! Kameena would be eating her heart after listening this! If she has to maintain that less that zero size of hers, she can't eat anything more. Good going Shahid!

You Wanna make Frandsheeps?

2009-04-13T09:56:00.000-07:00

[Click on the image to get a larger view]

So, I didn't want to put these screenshots and make fun of these people in public (ahem, I already have made fun by putting these pics on orkut!), but after getting the second request almost alike, I could not resist my temptation ;-)

Sorry, I deleted the post before because I was very absent minded. And then, when I came to update the blog, I forgot why the hell I logged into internet. My head seems to have stopped working these days. But I never thought that people would notice it. But, happens to be quite conrary. People actually noticed. Didn't know that my blog is so popular. ;-)

By the way, Happy Vishu!

It is the Malayalam New Year.

My dad bought Saamp ki goli. Ah! saw it after four years! Last time I played with it was for my last Diwali in Chandigarh. This Tablet was so big and the snake that came out was so damn big. These Golis are too small!

Untitled and Long

2009-04-10T22:02:00.000-07:00

…So, read at your own peril.

I had been watching Main Miss India on Zoom. Man, these girls are so damn lucky! Wish I was tad bit more beautiful, and some eight or nine inches taller, I would have surely gone there. You get free member ship in some famous gym; you also get hair treatment and makeover and skin treatment. Yaar, kya life hai!

I am told to by a renowned VasNum person to change my name to Ramyax. :-?

Now that exams are over, I prepared a list of what is going to happen.

1) I will get tired of doing work at home. Or is it the other way round? My mom will be tired of instructing me!

2) There are going to some major disasters in kitchen when I will cook south Indian.

3) There are going to be some heated discussions on my admission. My dad still wants me to join ISC. But I want to join CBSE.

When I got my nose pierced, I had a black-out and I became blind. They made me to lie down. And while people had been discussing about the possibilities of me having low blood pressure and low sugar level (Ah! Low Sugar! I LIVE on sugar!), I had been dreaming about my life as a blind girl. (Apparently, I thought that the piercing pierced my optic nerve! But I forgot that all the nerves go from back of head. Seriously, was there any use of me studying biology till this time?)

Saw Miss India 2009 pangent. Ekta Chaudry was the girl I liked from very beginning and she won! They made DEEPIKA PADUKONE a JUDGE! I was SHOCKED! Everyone knows how I hate her! Anyways, and they made Priyanka to dance. They should have done the other way round, it would have been better. In the first ramp walk they made girls to wear some horribly tacky clothes. The sarees were also not that good. The gowns were mind-blowing! Well, this seems to be a postmortem report of Miss India right?

Err… did anyone know about Rakhi Sawant ka swayambar – a reality show! Man…this is just too much of REALITY! She is searching for a boy, through a reality show and will marry him on TV! Yaar, Abhishek ka kya hoga? Shaadi tab hogi jab koyi audition ke liye aayega!

I have been watching many movies lately. I liked Billu very much. Why the hell did people say that it was a flop? It’s a very simple story, but Malayalam version is better minus Mamooty. I don’t like him. I don’t personally like the commercial hits. So, I am not a big fan of SRK’s movies. But, I am a big of him, as a person. In Luck by Chance, he gave newly-getting-famous character of Farhan an advice that we should not forget the people he knew before becoming famous. Seriously, no one would have been better to give such an advice.

Mamooty has been blogging. How do I know? I read it in The Hindu. But, he is just posting his wallpapers and pictures. These Malayalam actors will never change!

Vote Karo! This is something you will not hear me say. I don’t follow much news (except the Bollywood news). But did anyone hear the Jai ho version of Congress? It is extremely bad (and this is my cold modesty). Well, I would have voted for congress (but I can’t because I am too much underage). But after maa da ladla (read Varun Gandhi) gave his long hate speech with so much communalism. Mayawati should have sent her men to crush him rather than sending them to molest women! Yes, I am still not out of my feminist bhoot.

I think Varun need official beepers when he speaks. But, most of them are hired by MTV!

I don’t understand Splitsvilla, their new show. I didn’t understand the last year’s version also. Roadies is getting boring. All the silly idiots are left.

I heard “Zara pankh ko jhatak” in Massakali as “Zara bum ko jhatak” . My sister heard the same and we choreographed the same way. (we choreograph some songs to make vedios. Till now, we have made two of them – “Maa da laddla” and “Emosional Attyachar”) I thought we were the only fools. But, Sayesha also heard the same way. Yay! We are not the only deaf people!

I have told before also, that I am very superstitious. Since the boards are over, I can tell my recent stupid superstition. I thought that having fried potato and chapatti will earn me better marks. How stupid! But it really worked!

I am underweight, atleast my BMI says that. Dad was there when I was calculating it on internet. Now, I have a mother and a father dancing on my head insisting me to eat something. :-(

I was just thinking about my old school when I suddenly remembered our librarian. She used to say “open the doors and let the fresh atmosphere come in” and “you girl, you are trying to talk in front of my back. Library means silence” and “if you talk again, I will kneel down outside”! lols!

Just saw the new guy in Kal Kissne Dekha (forgive me if the name is incorrect). Yaar, Bollywood par kaale tufaan ke baadal mandra rahe hain, just like clouds of the south-west monsoon which are over Kerala right now. He is so damn hopeless! There was time when dashing men like Ranbir and Neil came, and now, we see Adhyan Suman (Sorry if the spelling is wrong) and this new one. The girl is fairly good. Err, what is similarity between this new girl and Neil Nitin Mukesh? Answer – both of them look like a cross between firangi and Indian! i.e. they looks like while sheep in Kashmir ki vaadiyan!

Mummy Suno Na!

2009-04-09T06:56:00.000-07:00

Me: Mummy, Vishu is coming.

Mummy: Yes.

Me: Mummy, Vishu is coming.

Mummy: Yes, tell.

Me: MUMMY, VISHU IS COMING! When are we going for shopping?

Mummy: Oh! First tell me why Vishu is celebrated.

Me: Whatever! I will search on Google and tell.

Mummy: Ok.

Me: Ok, what?

Mummy: You search.

Me: Google is not running away! Lets decide about clothes!

Mummy: Don’t you think you have too many clothes? I don’t think there is need to buy you a new ones.

Me: Hell! I didn’t get new clothes for last Onam also! And for farewell also!

Mummy: You wore that anarkali only once. You know it is costly.

Me: Whatever, I need a skirt. Remember the one with nice prints and knee length on? I want that.

Mummy: I am cutting a skirt of yours to knee length. Why do you want all the clothes same?

Me: No, mummy. That one in denim. This one is print. I saw in a shop while coming in bus. Black and while. SUPERB!

Mummy: I’ll see.

(and she goes)

Me: Mummy, Suno na!

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Me: I want new sandals. Totally flat.

Me: I have only one pair!

Mummy: How many do you want then? And you have two pairs. You bought one for your birthday. The one with so many strings.

Me: Its so difficult to tie all those strings till knees. And then, you can’t wear them for rains!

Mummy: I told you not to buy them.

(and she goes)

Me: Mummy, suno tho!

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Me: I want a nose pin which is small, VERY small.

Mummy: Ok

Me: When are we going?

Mummy: You are getting nose pierced onle on eighth, lot of time is there.

Me: STILL! May be we have to search a lot for small ones. So, we need to search a lot.

Mummy: There are many big showrooms here. There is Kalyans, Alukkas, and many other places. We will get from somewhere. Small ones are not at all rare!

(and she goes)

Me: Mummy, suno na!

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Mummy: am going out.

Me: Bring something good to eat.

Mummy: Yes, I am bringing spinach.

Me: Mummy! Kuch achha!

Mummy: Yes, spinach is good for your eyes.

(and she goes)

Me: Mummy…suno na!

It seems my mother is getting neutral to all me wants these days. She has learnt to avoid my ramblings! I hope she forgets it! ;-)

By the way, I got my nose pierced. It pained a lot, but anyway, it looks great. Got it done on right side like all Iyer maamis! I can imagine my old age. I will wear nine yard saree like my granny and wear a BIG nose pin! And show-off some maami-ism. And I will talk in pure tamil, I promise, not like now!

First Experience

2009-04-06T02:21:00.000-07:00

I did Sri Hari in kitchen. I had promised my mother to help her out in kitchen after exams. So, I had to fulfill my promise. Anyways, it was the only way to stop her complaints about me not knowing anything except making up stories.

I first tried to cook South Indian. A curse befell on my brain interpretation. My mother was planning to teach me to make rasam which is easiest. My mother told me to cut “takalli” (tomato) but my damn brain interpreted it to be a “ulli” (onion) and I started cutting the big onions. After cutting three big onions, when I could not control my tears, I gave up. My mother was astonished to see that and looked at me in disbelief! She told me to go and do my work. I heard her blabbering about my Tamil problem. She is now planning to teach me all the names of vegetables and cereals in Hindi, English and Tamil.

The very next day, I made north Indian. Paneer - super yummy. Very good looking and super super tasty. Large succulent cottage cheese cubes inside a gravy with a capsicum nicely chopped and boiled for long time. Thing made the paneer cubes to nicely absorb all the nice gravy. and yes, I added lot of fresh cream to make it even more rich. I know, I know, the reader's mouth must be watering by now! But, this has cleared my mother’s doubts that I am not her child. I am some north Indian girl who got exchanged in hospital! But my dad loved it. He said, "Rasam tho cooks banate hain, par aisa paneer tho chefs banate hain" and he left my mother bewildered! Hioohhahahah!

Kuch Adver(se)tising Ho Jaaye?

2009-04-01T00:05:00.000-07:00

After coming up with a list of horrendously dangerously crazy lyrics, here I am, with a list of some most crazy ads I have seen.

Santoor:

This is a classic ad. A mother is working somewhere and people consider her to be a college girl. Then, there comes a small girl with a report card to shout ‘Mummy, phir se class mein first’ and the people are shocked. Then there is background song ‘Santoor. Santoor, Santoor”. They upgraded the add with Saif in it. Now, they have upgraded it yet again with some phirangi extras in it.

Amul Macho:

It is one of the cheapest and double meaning adds I have seen with an even more cheap looking model. She gets up in the morning to find that an orangutan has stolen all the Amul Macho underwears of her hubby who is asleep even after her Kangana-Ranaut-signature shout. And, instead of being scared, she actually is LAUGHING to see the whole orangutan family wearing her hubby’s underwear. And not to forget, the background. “Ye tho bada toing hai”. And in the end, there is this line – “Amul Macho, crafted for fantasies”. But I still don’t understand a fantasy in wearing underwear. Can anyone explain? Duh!

Boro Plus Cream:

Boro Plus Cream Sawha! (Aha!).I am sure Senior Bachan Ji will be regretting doing this add. Why the heck will a pundit suggest a cream to the people. Humare ghar mein bhi hote hain functions. No one does that. And no pundit wears an orange net types shawl.

To be Continued:

Pepsi ki add started all this drama. This was continued with the Ponds Flawless White Cream. Priyanka looks obnoxiously fair in it. She wear hideous clothes. And why the hell is she involved in that drama. I thought Miss India girls have some standard. Her boyfriend, Saif, leaves her for Neha Dhupia and then, she lagaofies this cream and he comes back to her. Wow, it’s the best way to reduce divorce rates and infidelity! But this To be continued saga sucks!

By the way...did Piggy Chops and Hurman leave each other? Is is true? Is it true? Che! I liked to see them together. Both are matching-matching - Priyanka is owner of a flat body and Hurman is owner of a flat career! (Morons, laugh. I just cracked a joke!)

Good Knight Coil:

It’s the recent version. In this, Rani aunty is doing uhu-uhu and so are all the people participating in a mairrage doing uhu-uhu because of the smoke of the coil. And tatana, here is a solution, some new coil which does not cause much smoke. Wow! And then, there is a dance in which all so uhu-uhu-uhu in the tone same as Shawa Shawa from K3G. Seriously, ahem-uhu-duh! And Rani anuty is wearing a veryyy bad dress. (Even worse than what she is wearing in real song!)

B-Tex Super:

Two men are sitting near a pool. And an excessively cheap looking girl wearing excessively red lipstick, excessively deep red eye shadow and excessively RED blusher sees an abscess on man's waist and tells it out loud. And that man whose swimming trunks look like waste maal from roadside stall gets very embarrassed. His friend, who looks like a cheap extra recommends him this cream. And wow! The girl gets impressed and goes to the man and stands beside him.

Colgate Active Salt:

One man bites something hard and says ‘ouch’. Then, suddenly from no where, media comes to ask him “Kya aapke toothpate mein namak hai? Colgate Active Salt mein namak hai”. They had made this ad in two versions, one in train and one in restaurant. Did they really think that the add will be great? May be they got the same bhoot that SRK would have got before releasing Billu!

Fair and Handsome:

I seriously don’t know why they chose SRK for the ad. They should have chosen Neil Nitin Mukesh (considering that he looks like the pure white sheep from Kashmir ki waadiyan) So, a man, who looks back had stolen his sisters cream so that he becomes fair and SRK comes and recommends him this cream and he becomes fair. But, I still don’t understand, why the hell will men be so much cared about their melanin? The concept itself is bad!

But, many ads are good also. For example, mento fresh dimag ki batti jala de, Limca, Garnier ads, Levis etc.

I can’t remember more crazy ads. Do contribute if you have any :)

Tagged myself, Again

2009-03-26T00:06:00.000-07:00

I saw this tag in many random blogs I visited. The rule is, you have to post the sixth picture of your sixth album. When I saw my sixth album, the sixth picture turned out to be this one.

And guess what? I doing that what I am best at - Showing Off!

Before you start thinking that I have gone nuts, I tell you that this is my picture, hanging in a trapeze. So, do you now get what I am showing off?

I have tried a trapeze. Yes, that monkey bar in which good looking Russian women with more that required make-up and small clothes do so many stunts in Circus. Saw it in Siloso Beach in Singapore and felt like trying it. I am very famous for my laziness. I played a lot when was small but it was nothing as compared to my sister. (She played even when she was in ninth and tenth. She cut her time of studies to eat and play. Poor me, on other hand, I cut time of playing, eating, bathing - almost everything to finish my studies.) So, coming back to the story - No one ever thought that I could do it. Neither my parents nor my sister. And surprisingly, even I thought that I cannot do it. And even surpringly, I actually did it. I tried three times and could successfuly do it two times. Better than many other new people. Yay \o/! (Ok. I know that it is a stupid symbol, but I learnt it only now, so I am showing it off, as usual!)

P.S. - Did anyone know that ICSE Geography paper was opened wrongly in a center and it has been postponed till April 2. Stupids opened History Civics and Geography Paper 2 (i.e. Geography) instead of History Civics and Geography Paper 1 (i.e. History) during History exam making all of us jobless till April second. See, I know that no one knew this. So my blog is resourceful too! \o/! (I think I should stop showing-off now)

Food...Anyone?

2009-03-23T04:12:00.000-07:00

And the menu is Rare Food, Ice Cereams and Lessy!

Hwhaooohahaha! Me and my sister had a good laugh literally holding our tummy , sitting just beside this food court. We were shameless enough to go back there and click the picture of this advertisement just for my blog. See, I do so much for my blog and my readers are zero in number! *Snort*

I even saw one more advertisement while coming back from school, it said –

“2 much oil”

…And I thought ‘Nature Power Soap’ and “Muslin Power Extra” were crazy!

Trumpeting about myself

2009-03-18T01:42:00.000-07:00

…Because no one else is going to do it. Disregarding the fact that this whole blog is about me, here I am telling “Twenty-Five random things about myself”. Amith tagged me for this one. This happens to be my first tag. (Unlike last time when I had tagged myself)

1) I am extremely superstitious when exams come. I have the oddest superstitions huddled up in my mind. I even have a superstition that if I tell my superstitions to others, they won’t work the next time.

2) I always say that I know five languages – Hindi, English, Tamil, Malayalam and Punjabi. But, actually I know only three and a half. How? I know half Tamil, half Malayalam and half Punjabi.

3) I am technically challenged – Big Time! I have joined IndiBlogger, but I don’t know how to put its badge on my blog. I have downloaded a wonderful template with lots of flowers and butterflies, but I don’t know how to put it on the blog. I know only the spelling of ‘Gadgets’ and nothing else about them. (Hey wait…is the spelling correct?)

4) I used to watch Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu thi till I was in fourth. Then, I left seeing it because I was bit by Anime Cartoons bug. By the way, after seeing Kyunki, I used to think that whenever I had a stomach ache, it meant that I am pregnant. :-)

5) I bought a 20$ photograph (almost Rs.600 in Indian currency) from Singapore Zoo. A photograph in which I am sitting on an elephant without tusks. It is the biggest stupidy I have done in my life till now.

6) My name should have been Sita Lakshmi. There is a tradition that the elder daughter gets the name of paternal grandmother and younger one gets the name of maternal grandmother. But I didn’t like the name as a small girl. So, my sister and mother registered my name as Ramya in my school. My father was ill then, so he could not do anything. He still wants my name to be Sita Lakshmi. If not formally, the name Lakshmi still remains mine. People at home call me Lakshmi.

7) I am extremely jobless on orkut. I don’t add many strangers and I don’t chat a lot on orkut. So, for my time-pass, I read scrapbooks of my classmates. They don’t delete the scraps that are worth making news. I read them, and publish the gossips in school. (evil grins…tra la la la la)

8) I might be the worst secret keeper. If someone at school tells me a secret that can make a good gossip, ‘by mistake’ or ‘by slip of tongue’ I might tell it to my classmate, and my friend in other section and my friend in ninth standard and my friend in eighth standard! And all these friends are like me. :-| Not my fault, it’s just by mistake. O:-). I keep secrets only of some very close friends.

9) I find it very difficult to find things. I don’t see things even though they are just in front of my eyes. According to my father, the best way to hide something from me is to keep that thing just in front of my eyes.

10) I HATE dogs. I totally totally hate dogs. Whenever I walk in a street, all the stray dogs follow me along with their parents, children, grandchildren and pregnant wives! I hate them out of limit. I was bit by a battameez dog for no mistake of mine when I was only in second and that too just one day before my rehearsals for annual day.

11) I fantasize to dance in a bin bulayi shaadi and even have food there. But kya karen, we came back to south where the marriages are most uncolourful! People come only to eat food, the same old sambhar and rice and papadam!

12) My father still calls me “Ottrarapuchhi” in Tamil which can be translated as a ‘sticking pest’. As for amma and my sister, they call me chipkoo. Really, I am a very big chipkoo. If I see my mom, dad or my sister sitting freely, I will go chipkofy with them.

13) My dad has picked me up till I was in seventh and I sat on his lap till I was in eighth. I still lie on his tummy.

14) People think that I am a nerd. I don’t take pains to change them because I like the undue attention that geeks get.

15) I have not seen all-Indians-must-see type movies like Lagaan and Rang De Basanti at all! Yes, it stupidly shameful, I know.

16) I sit only on the sofa near the TV and study. Why? Because it is almost near the entrance of my home. So, I can see what’s happening at home, what’s happening outside my house. I can see who is entering and leaving. So, it’s the best place to study. Because, I always sit in middle of people and study. And because I am studying, everyone should shut their mouth and listen to what I read.

17) I can’t imagine my life without chocolates. I need a chocolate doze once a week always. I need them badly for my survival.

18) I am best at delaying my portions. Once I know that I have time, I will lag behind. Its not that I will not be studying. I take five to six hours lavishly to study a small chapter even if I have revised it before just because I have time. And it’s my rule to sleep only for two or three hours before exams. Except for board exams, I have not written a single exam after sleeping properly at night.

19) I am crazy about clothes and haircuts. Last year I got seven haircuts and this year, I got one already. After buying new clothes, I always say that I won’t buy new ones for next whole year, but I end up buying new clothes once in two or three months.

20) I exaggerate a lot. Ramya and Exaggeration were two sisters born on the same day, and everyone knows that Ramya is elder to Exaggeration, thus even Exaggeration agrees that Ramya is better than her. (I stole this dialogue from Julius Caesar) And, I am a big drama queen. My sister calls me Drama Company out of her love when I shed my tears after we fight. (tears + sad look + fighter-cock sister = parents on your side always)

21) If you would have asked me my ambition in life exactly a year before, my reply would have been “I want to be a Bar Tender”. But my momentarily aroused interest flickered at once when I heard my dad’s “Cheeee” and my friend R’s comment, “Oh! So, you want to be a Bar Maid? Eww!”

22) Unlike all the girls of my age who dream about there future husbands, I dream about my future kids. I really want twin daughters. I actually dream about dressing them up and plating their hair. I have planned to have girls-day-out with them when they are thirteen or fourteen. Oh how Lovely! And I have even decided names, but that’s a top secret.

23) As a kid, I poured nail polish remover in my eyes and I just escaped from being blind (thanks to my mother's prayers). I also fell down from the first floor of my house but I didn’t have any injuries. I have also fallen from a moving van and I was admitted in hospital for one night.

24) I have studied Carnatic music for two years. I was forced by my parents. Then we shifted our home, and my parents again forced me to study music by sending me to extremely boring old man. But no use, I didn’t go to him. My dad still gets a frown over his face when he is reminded about my track record in music.

25) We have this ‘boy-being-after-a-girl’ and ‘girl-being-after-a-boy’ affairs in our school. I am a rare case who neither has anyone after her nor is after anyone. Thus, I am a decent breed. O:-)

Ah! Its over at last! Its not at all easy. Takes a lot of time to think and thinking is something that I don't do. Anyways, I tag Durga, Ashish and Arunima for this tag.

For Amma

2009-03-12T02:14:00.000-07:00

I take after my father. I look like him, talk like him, and think like him. I know him, because in many ways, I am him.

Amma is dirt obsessed, I am not. She loves South Indian food, I don’t. I have seen my cousins doing ankho-hi-ankho-me-isshare with their moms and they coordinate very well. Not me and amma, we have no coordination. I tell her everything, I keep on blabbering, but I doubt if she hears even half of what I say. Unlike me, she does not reveal all her secrets to me.

My mom is different. Soft-hearted and sensitive. So different from my father. So different from me. I loved her - she's impossible not to love - but I did not know her.

I did not see the quiet strength that lay underneath that exterior. I did not understand her enormous capacity for love. I did not believe she had anything to teach me.

There was no sudden realization. The realization has been slow and gradual. Over the last few years, as I explored myself, I have begun to understand how much my mom has given me.

It is from her that I get my flair for (melo) drama and exaggeration. It is from her that I get my voice, a voice which is loud but yet, not rudely loud. It is from her that I get my innate trust in the goodness of other people, to see the positive side of everything rather than seeing the bad always.

She believes in me, she gives me freedom. Unlike many other mothers of my friends, she does not call the whole world when I am little late from tuitions. She knows I will come back home.

She is really cool. Very witty. I inherit her art of satire. She makes even the smallest thing very funny with her witty comments. I do inherit some of it from her, but I am not as good as her.

I inherit creativity from her. In her case, creativity is different. She has been stitching since she is fifteen. She has interest and has learnt all the new designs she came across. Thanks to her, all my traditional clothes are designer – designed by me and her.

She showers unconditional love. She had a so-called adopted son in Chandigarh. Even here, she has adopted the priest in the temple. She makes south Indian only for him and even refuses to pay attention to my constant prayers to make something ‘good’ to eat.

It is from her that I learnt that it's okay to let go, and to ask for help if you need it. There is no problem is asking for advice from people whom you don’t like. She taught me to bear with pain and people.

She still has a long way to go in teaching me. She has to teach me to stay clean, to eat everything, to cook, to do my job myself, not to be arrogant, to remember things, to be careful about my belongings - the list goes on and on.

I take after my mother. I don't look like her, talk like her, or think like her. But I know her, because in many ways, I am her.

I love you amma! :-)

Bollywood Gup-shup and Inter related thoughts

2009-02-26T03:37:00.000-08:00

I saw ‘Rocking and Reeling’ video in Billu. I know its old news, but I have been away from TV for long time. Priyanka ‘oh-I-am-so-sexy’ Chopra is again wearing the left-over clothes from a tailor! Long before I read a post of Arunima in which she had written about the bra-bra-dekho dance in Neal and Nikki. Is it not apt of Piggy Chops now? First Dostana and now this!!

Dostana reminds me of the slutty expression that Shilpa lucky Shetty had on her face for ‘Shut up and bounce’ song. And that reminds me of the nasty expression on Lara’s face for the song Phir Milenge Chalte Chalte. And the word ‘nasty’ reminds me of the hideous curls on Ash for Kyon, Ho Gaya Na. The word hideous reminds me of the pink shade of lipstick that Gauri Khan wears every time!

Priyanka reminds me of Harman Bhaweja, who is now Hurman Bhaweja. Why the hell do people spoil their name? Anyways, poor guy, he tries hard, but then nothing works out! By the way, his next movie is ‘What’s your Rashi' with his girlfriend. That reminds me of my Rashi. According to my horoscope, I am beautiful. (At least now people should believe that I look good!). It also says that I love clothes. No, it is wrong; I have no lust for clothes. (Uh…oh, I need to remind amma that I need new clothes after exams. It has been two long months since I bought a new dress!). According to my horoscope, I am Rakshasa-Ganna. What shall I comment on this? Bwhaha Huuuhhauhahha!

I read that Shiney ‘expressionless’ Ahuja thinks that things go against him because he is an introvert. I think he shines a lot. It seems he was teaching Preeti Zinta on the sets of their movie. He should have at least seen his and her experience! He is so damn expressionless. He not even an eye-candy! He is ugly! 'Ugly' reminds me of Shekhar Kapoor’s son. Don’t know his name, he is so hopeless!

Well, expressionless reminds me of Deepika Padukone. I saw her lamba abdomen in OSO. I saw her Lambe haath in Khuda Jaane. I saw her lambe legs in Billu. Damn she is so Lambi! And she had such a manly figure. Who says she acts well?

By the way, I loved Freida’s John Gallanio which she wore for Oscars. I just love all her clothes! I even love Sonam Kapoor’s clothes! But I don't like what Vidya Aunty wears. My hearty Congrats to Slumdog's team! By the way, Dev Patel has been included in my crush list. (List having - Ranbir Kapoor, Obama and Neil Nitin Mukesh).

My boards are beginning next week. Preparations full-on. Hope I do well. To my readers, who are almost zero in number – Please do pray for me!

What do Geeky Babies say?

2009-02-22T02:52:00.000-08:00

I just LOVE studying! What is better than a book and a pen?
Hmmmm...but I guess eating a pen is way better!

A Special Valentines Day Gift

2009-02-12T08:12:00.000-08:00

Make the valentines day of Sri Rama Sena by sending your precious lingerie. Send your precious pink chaddis to them!

The incident makes me think - Why is the burden of upholding the "tradition" and "cultural values" placed exclusively on women...young or old? And what exactly do the people of Sri Rama Sena claim to protect? Is it Indian culture to kill women, and the men they choose to marry if they are from some other caste or creed?Is it Indian culture to torture or kill girls for not giving dowry? In any case, what is "pub culture"? Is it disapproval of alcohol being served in public places? Or is it only about women?

The founding member of Sri Rama Sena who is a school sropout qouted that "Why do girls have to go to pubs? Are they going to serve their future husbands alcohol? Bars and pubs should be for men only". This qoute clearly explain the mindset of these men who claim to protect the Indian Culture in name of Lord Rama. Women should stay at home and make food while men can go out and drink and molest women, cheat, murder, or do whatever they wish. Thereby, the culutre will be preserved!

Wanted Bride…..

2009-02-03T07:31:00.000-08:00

I love looking into the horoscope section of Iyer’s magazines. No, I am not searching for a boy for myself. I love looking at the expectations of some boys from girls. Girls are very less in our community. Out of them, boys want a professionally qualified, home-loving and a domestically trained girl. Too less, isn’t it? I say, if you want a professionally qualified girl…why do you expect her to do all the work at your home? Girls are NOT machines and you boys; you are not any sarava-gun-sampan people. I have a great experience in reading those sections and having a good laugh along with my mom. But this one is really special,

Wanted BRIDE: from respectable Kerala/Tamil Iyer family with good Post Graduate qualification, good looking, domestically trained, home loving, with Carnatic Music knowledge and job in Pune or transferable to Pune, medium built, God Fearing, in age group 29 to 32, health wise OK to Mr. Nobody: 29-8-1974, 5’5”, etc etc.

I did not finish it because the rest gives only his details. So, here, Mr. Nobody who is 35 years old and only 5’5” wants a Miss. Everybody to marry him! Whoa man! You will get married soon!

Tagged Myself!

2009-01-30T06:58:00.000-08:00

Since no one is going to tag me, I decided to tag myself which I picked up from Usha’s blog.

Last Movie You Saw In A Theater:
Ghajini. Thanks to my sister who had already seen the Tamil version and had narrated to me the whole story frame-to-frame, I was not able to enjoy it.

What Book Are You Reading:
My Text Books. I read Three Mistakes of My Life by Chetan Bhagat the last. When my mom saw me reading a library book, she threatened me to throw all books along with me in the well if she saw me reading anything other than my syllabus books!

Favorite Board Game:
Anything in which I can win! :)

Favorite Magazine:
Nothing specific. I love looking at pictures in Fashion Magazines and reading Bollywood gossips.

Favorite Smells:
Smell of mud after first drops of rain, petrol (yeah!), freshly cooked north Indian, my nephew’s baby smell.

Favorite Sound:
My nephew’s sounds(they are infectious!), rain falling.

Worst Feeling In The World:
Hey, I knew that answer, but I didn’t get time to write it!
Or
Hey, I studied it, but I could not remember it!

What Is The First Thing You Think Of When You Wake?
These days – Oh my God! I had to wake up early today!

Favorite Fast Food Place:
Any place where they serve good hygienic food. I am more comfortable in Pure Vegetarian places.

Future Child's Name:
Ahem?

Finish This Statement. "If I Had A Lot Of Money I'd...”
sit idle. Do no work. Hey, but I would continue to blog and day dream and gossip and read and study! But, I still do that!

Do You Drive Fast?
No. I am not allowed to drive at first place! My dad is very strict. He won’t teach me even a moped till I turn 18.

Do You Sleep With A Stuffed Animal?
No. Never got many toys. I didn’t have even one Barbie. I still don’t mind having one now either, but don’t see it happening ever. Don’t laugh…I am really hurt Ok! I will buy some Barbies for my nephew to compensate for the loss I had.

Storms-Cool Or Scary?
Scary if I am stuck in it. It’s fine if I am at home.

What Was Your First Car?
I said no, I don’t even own a moped!

Favorite drink:
Lime water, Tender Coconut, Water, Orange Juice.

Finish This Statement, "If I Had The Time I Would .....”
Sit simply and day dream and talk a lot. I would not study at all. I would drive away this thought of board exams from my head.

Do You Eat The Stems On Broccoli?
I have only seen Broccoli in photographs. You expect me to answer this question?

If You Could Dye Your Hair Any Color, What Would Be Your Choice?
Streaks of Pink. I think I can carry it off well.

Name All The Different Cities/Towns You Have Lived In.
Chandigarh, Trichur.

Favorite Sports To Watch:
I am not interested it sports. It’s good to watch cricket. Only 20-20. Can’t tolerate more than that!

One Nice Thing About The Person Who Sent This To You:
I tagged myself. So am I supposed to say good about myself? Nah, I don’t boast about myself!

What's Under Your Bed?
My school shoes which are unpolished for months together…may be for this entire term!

Would You Like To Be Born As Yourself Again?
Yes, but with a better eye sight and hearing abilities. (That doesn’t mean I am deaf. I think I hear little less because I talk loudly.)

Morning Person Or Night Owl?
A Morning Person. Even for exam preparations, I sleep by ten and wake up at 2 in morning.

Over Easy Or Sunny Side Up?
Neither.

Favorite Place To Relax:
Home.

Favorite Pie:
Never tried one.

Favorite Ice Cream Flavor:
CHOCOLATE! I love any chocolate – solid form, melted form…even gaseous chocolate (if anything like that exists!). I like litchi flavor quite a lot.

I don't know how to tag. So, who ever wants to take up this tag are welcome.

P.S - In my previous post, I had asked a Question, "Who is Jo?". The answer is "Kambaqt Ishq hai Jo". Very poor joke I know. Kya karen, hum to aise hain bhaiya! Arunima got the answer correct. Congrates Arunima!

Crazy Lyrics

2009-01-13T03:42:00.000-08:00

Here are some of the craziest song compositions I have heard.

Love mera hit from Biloo Barber:
“Love mera hit hit soniye,
Na kar tu kit-pit soniye,
Main tere liye fit fit soniye.”
I know only this part. But this is a serious laugh-out-loud material!

Emosional Attyachar from Dev D:
I actually like this song. I and my sister have made a crazy video on this. May be we like it because this is one of the songs in which singer sings as bad as we sing! Anyways, there is an extremely funny line in this song:
“Bol Bol why did you ditch me,
Zindagi bhi lele yaar kill me,
Bol Bol why did you ditch me,
Zindagi bhi lele yaar kill me,
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE!”
Buhahahaha!

Tandoori Nights from Karzzzz (zzzzzzzzzzzzzz)
What the hell is this? Tandoori Nights? It is actually Scary Nights with a grand combination of Urmila Old Matondkar and Himesh’s nasal singing.

Socha Hai from Rock On:
“Aasma hai Neela Kyon,
Paani Geela Geela Kyon,
Gol Kyon hai Zameen?”
Javed ji, did you forget how to write songs after judging almost all reality shows?

Govinda Songs:
Do you remember “What is mobile number?”, “Main majnu majnu chillaoonga kurta faadke” or the song from Partner – “Woh kaindi PO PO PO PO!”
I actually can’t blame the lyricists, presence of Govinda means that there should be something funny.

Songs with Galis (abuses):
Seriously, lyrists are falling short of words. That is why they have started using bad words in songs. I remember some songs:
“Kambhakt Ishq hai jo, saara jahaan hai woh”
Item song of Ash – “Ishq Kamina” with Shahrukh Khan.
Tushaar Flop Kapoor’s “Nikamma kiya is dil ne”. (This song was hit between me and my sister. If you remember the step- this action is commonly done for losers. We used to show it to each other when one among us became looser in front of other. Though, it was mostly my sister who did it to me.)
The new song of Biloo Barber “Marjaani Marjaani, Khasmanukhani Marjaani”.

Dard-e-Disco from Om-Shanti-Om:
New Generation of sad songs, DARD-E-DISCO. Horrible video, horrible bum shaking, horrible song. God knows how it became a hit!

Not to forget all the songs of Dhoom 2. The songs became hits even though they were utter non-sense! Especially "Excuse me to please"!

Do contribue if you have any.
To end - "Jab tak hindi filmey rahengi, tab tak non-sense gaane bhi rahenge"

and a quesion for you all... Who is Jo? (I will answer in next blog. So keep reading my blogs atleast for this!

My Big-Fat Lies…..

2008-12-23T06:07:00.000-08:00

On the last day after the school, A had been grumbling that she left her umbrella in school and she was scared whether someone would steal it. She already broke her new Dubai umbrella just a few months before and was scared to tell her mom that she again lost one umbrella! I have been notorious about telling big fat lies from the time I was small. So I made use of my ever-famous not-so-good brain and gave her a very good idea- Don’t tell anything until someone asks and finally when the question comes, say that you kept it at home only. When suspicion increases, blame your sister, what are sisters for? (A sister in need is a sister indeed!)

Like this my brain has worked quiet a lot of times to do my ever-famous and always remembered devilish deeds. When I was small, I used to hate eating food, especially South Indian. To my bad fate, my mom used to be so adamant regarding my eating habits that she used to make chapattis especially for me if I would ask for them. (She wanted me to eat at least that). I used to come home and always ask for chapattis. Well, not to eat really. Chapattis are easy to throw you see. So I would dump all the chapattis under the bed and act as if nothing happened. While cleaning, my sister would everyday tell my mom about the leftover chapattis but my mom never believed her (that’s what you call devil in disguise). Anyways, one very pleasant afternoon, my mother solved the case of the leftover chapattis and it turned into not-so-very-pleasant afternoon for me!

In the same way, I used to throw all the rice in one corner where the trunk was kept. Luckily my proud-of-her-eyes sister could not find it and this remained a mystery until we shifted our home. My mommy could not tell anything in front of the workers and so I was saved from a grand flogging.

One of my classmate’s parents were doctors and after school, she used to be with her elder sister for some time till they return. I was in second standard then. One day, she told that she knows how to make tea and toast. I showed my exaggeration skills here too. I came home and told my parents that she knew how to make dal and chawal because her sister didn’t do any work and apparently made her to do all the work. My mom was in “Oh! I see” expression. Even though she knew that I was simply making up stories, she kept quiet and I was satisfied that people believed me.
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My Boxer Nephew!!

2008-11-17T06:57:00.000-08:00

"Jaldi Shuruwat Karne Se Fayeda hi hota hai"

-Courtesy Bajaj Alliaz Advertisment

Well, these are the gloves of my nephew. They really look like boxing gloves in his small hands. So, got an idea of making him like Vijendra Kumar - that cute, dashing and handsome boxer ;-D

Who’s Your Favorite God?

2008-11-07T22:27:00.000-08:00

I talk with a girl A always in the van. We never were very good friends until this year, when we started talking with each other in our van. She is an extreme ‘keralite’, i.e. is to say, she is a proper malayalee – too much ornaments lover, doesn’t like getting hair cut and goes to temple almost daily. On the other hand, there is me – well, a Brahmin Girl, for namesake. I rarely go to temple (though it is so near to my home that I can shamelessly exaggerate by telling that it is on my doorstep). When I am studying during study leaves, I hardly have a bath. So you see the difference.

I respect this girl’s quality of going temple daily a lot, because I myself want to become like that, but I don’t get time at all! So I reduce my guilt by praying silently while brushing teeth and at school and before starting studies. But this one question of hers “Ramya, who’s your favorite god ?” changed my whole impression – not about her, but about myself. I now understand that I am better than her – in my belief in God even though I don’t go to temple daily. I don’t worship idols and worship only one God who normally listens to me and showers his blessing on me always – be it my prayer to give me concentration in my studies or save me from shouting of a teacher or to convince my mommy to buy me a new dress or shoes for me or to convince my dad to bring something good to eat – well in short, anything. I don’t personify God and then pray. After all, he is only one. Thanks to A, She reflected my religious face to me, like a mirror.

By the way, I have started my revisions – the serious board exam revisions. I know most of the things since I went though everything for my semesters, but now, I have to open my Question Banks and Specimen Papers, which perhaps, I touched centuries ago! End of my most important academic year till date is soon arriving and I have started counting days! Wish me luck for my preparations…may God bless me!
And also, my 47 days old nephew is trying to turn over even though his neck is not yet fixed. He is just like me…speeds master!

Cute Pic of Sexy Legs ;)

2008-10-24T03:44:00.000-07:00

My Nephew's legs

Peggy- my pet

2008-10-10T05:14:00.001-07:00

adopt your own virtual pet!

Happy Birthday Meenu!

2008-10-09T09:13:00.001-07:00

It is my sister’s birthday today and I thought that what would be a better gift than dedicating a blog to her! Anyways she had been asking me to write one.

Ok, this blog is dedicated to my “bindass”-loving-caring-happy-serious-mad-angry-but yet the bestest sister ever! We have a great age gap between us, so she has seen me growing up and remember all the silly and good things I did. It normally happens that people don’t have a person to tell them the funny things they have done. But that is not the same case with me. My sister remembers even the smallest things and tells it to me (she remembers things which even I don’t).

I have disturbed her a lot. While she used to study for her board exams, I would go and interfere . I used to hit her a lot and it was indeed uncontrollable and thus, she went and complained to my best teacher. I used to hate her for that. Not only this, she used to scold me and hit me, and I used to dislike her for that too. I used to cry after seeing the picture in which she was sitting with my parents in front of Taj Mahal. When I told my parents that even I wanted to see Taj Mahal, she would say that it was there from where my parents found me, floating in Yamuna River! I used to cry on listening that and she used to smile like a sadistic monster! She used to tell me that she went to her school in helicopter and me, poor thing; I used to believe it and feel bad thinking that I only went in a petty school van. She saw my nice toys and said, “This and all is nothing! I used to have Popeye and Olive stuffed toys which where of your height”. I used to cry whenever I thought about this. Whenever I did anything naughty, she would lock me in bathroom and again, I would cry.

But, she was the most caring sister. All my clothes were of her choice. I am a big clothes-lover from when I am small. All my beautiful-beautiful clothes were my sister’s choice. She would take me on her scooty to all the places. We used to pluck flowers from a beautiful house in 47-D Sector near the Lord Ayyappa Temple and fly away on her scooty. She took me to a hi-fi restaurant for the first time in my life for dinner. She used to make charts for me when I was small. And my charts used to be the best in class always!

Then, she went to hostel. I was relieved! At last I was spared from sharing everything with her! When she used to come back for holidays, my mom used to be with her always. And then, I would interfere in their matters. I would go sleep in-between them when they slept together.

She came back after studies and was with us again. At that time, I tried to divide our house between me and my sister (in simple Hindi, I did batuwara between us). I took the bedroom and the drawing room area as it had all the costly things and gave rest to her. But, she said coolly said “Ok” and told me not to enter kitchen and the bathroom! Huh…poor me!

Then she got married. I cried on the day of her marriage. I remembered all the beautiful moments of my life with her. Everything that we did together, the fun we had!

As I am growing, the fights between us have reduced to null and there is a great bonding, we share a relationship beyond a sister-sister relationship. This is a pure-best-friends-forever relation. Although, she does not share everything with me, but I make it a point tell her everything going on in my life.

Now, she is mommy, a loving mommy of her first kid. But she always will say that I am her first kid. Today when I asked her what gift she wants, she said that she just wants her baby, that’s all in her life right now, she and her baby. But, this is a small gift, small dedication from me, to her, my loving sister! I love you!

Reality Shows and Me

2008-10-07T06:16:00.000-07:00

There are tons and tons of reality shows on each and every channel – be it English, Hindi, Tamil, Malayalam and many other languages.

I am smart enough to say that I HATE watching reality shows and they are STUPID. But, I am stupid enough to follow them. No matter how much I try to avoid them, by one or the other means, I will get to know what is happening in them! For example, I hated this Splitsvilla show on MTV. It was the biggest mistake of MTV ever. But, somehow – from friends or Orkut, I would get to know who was dumped and what the ‘highlight’ of the show was.

I have been following all the seasons of Indian Idol and I feel Abhijeet Sawant was the only deserving winner. I don’t even remember the name of the second season winner and the third season winner, that soldier seems to be busy protecting our nations…that is why we don’t see him at all!

I took a pledge this year not see any reality shows, but I ended-up watching the Indian Idol Auditions. I must add that Sonali Bendre is looking really nice. Anyways, some of the audition rounds were really funny. I don’t know how people dare the dance violently shaking their bums like bad belly dancers and singing even worse than Imran Khan in Jane Tu Ya Jane Na and Himesh Reshammiya in all his albums! And if you watch the auditions, notice one thing for sure --- they make all the selected people to run outside the auditorium and make them do stupidity like jumping into water or shouting and saying “Main apni maa ka sapna zarror poora karoongi/karoonga”

The ICSE Cultural Fest

2008-09-30T08:31:00.000-07:00

I had a big chance to go for the All Kerala ICSE Cultural Fest which was conducted this Sunday in MMR Residential School, Chenganoor (don’t ask me the full form, the name is very confusing.) 59 schools had participated for the event and there were almost 1500 participants from both ICSE and ISC sections participated in various events like declamation, debate, recitation, extempore, mock interview, dance, group song and many more.

I was a participant in Hindi Recitation. My poem was Jhansi Ki Rani by Subhadra Kumari Chauhan. It is a very famous poem. I was unable to get any prize, may be because I must not have been very sincere like others. The only thing I wanted was that I should not stop while reciting. Luckily I said everything without stopping. The most surprising part was that all the participants were “good accent Hindi speakers” and me stupid; I was thinking that I will be one among the very small population who could speak in good Hindi! And moreover, my poem was said by many people. No, they did not copy me even though I was shouting and reciting in front of them and showing all my invaluable expressions. I understood this because two of the girls recited the same poem so horribly! They had same expressions on the happy, sad and angry parts! I was way better than them!

R had also come for English Declamation. The MMR Authorities turned out to be really irresponsible. Our school didn’t get the letter regarding the topics of the items. And after calling a hundred and one people, some “couldn’t careless person” told that the topic was “To be or not to be” – Hamlet or Martin Luther. We thought we could pick any one topic out of them and selected Hamlet. It happened to be that, Hamlet was the topic of ISC Section and Martin Luther was the topic for ICSE Section. So, R was not allowed to say her declamations. I felt really bad for her.

Anyways, the trip was really nice. It was like an excursion. Return journey was really nice. We played Atlas for sometime and then all of us then shared whatever we had for eating!

Like that, this competition is over and now I have 3 BIG projects to finish which I am planning to give only after a month because I have to prepare for my Semester Exams. They are fast approaching on 16th October and all the chapters form starting are coming i.e. almost 15-16 chapters for every subject and I am not exaggerating as I always do! It’s going to be really stressful and I am starting revisions from today night hoping that my portions finish before I enter the examination hall!

Pics of my prince...

2008-09-24T06:17:00.000-07:00

A new member in our family

2008-09-21T08:04:00.000-07:00

My sister gave birth to a baby boy!!!!!! :D
Oh my God! I am so damn excited amd happy and have all the good feeling of this world!
Ok, he is really really cutie and so small, and is like a small pink blob. I can't describe more because I can't find words to describe my happiness and him.So, at last, my nephew is born and I am an Aunty. But, I am not going to let him call me aunty. He will call me Ramya.Oh I just can't describe my happiness. I have imagined his whole future - I, Ramya Iyer, will make him a camplete flirt who is a nerd. Got it eh?
Even though I have very very less readers(almost null), I promise all my readers (i.e. some of my relatives and friends who are forced to read my blogs after me sending them long scraps on Orkut or by pestering my classmates at school) that I will post the his pics as soon as possible.
Yippie! I am an aunty!

Onamalle!

2008-09-12T09:12:00.000-07:00

Onashamsagal!

Its Onam here and all of us are preparing for Onam! Duh… preparations! My mother is so adamant that she will not buy new clothes just because I have been getting tons of clothes. So I will be wearing the dress I wore for my sister’s seventh month celebrations. On Onam we should wear dresses which we have never worn but I will be wearing the dress I have worn before…sigh!

Anyways, it’s special this time. My sister has come here for her delivery. So, with her around, it’s real fun always. And then, so many new movies are coming, so mainly I am planning to see them. All the new movies are coming but I planned to see Classmates and Chocolate (Malayalam movies).

Ok, so like a good girl, all these days I got up early and made pookalam(flower carpet). The main pookalam is going to be really really special. Even though I have not prepared, I am sure it is going to be really nice.

I am really excited for the enjoyment. :)

Grandpa’s Little Girl

2008-08-18T08:55:00.000-07:00

It was my grandpa’s first death anniversary today. It has been one year but still I remember every second of the days last year…

My exams had been going on, and I was really tensed and worried. In between my grand father was really sick. He had bronchitis and he used to take real heavy breaths. It was really sad to see him suffering. During my night studies, I used to feel really disturbed and irritated when I used to hear his groaning voices. You might say that this girl is a ‘block, stone and a heartless creature’, and even I think so and I am guilty for that.

One day morning, I got up listening to some of the cries of my grand mother and consoling words of people. That day, even though my tear glands didn’t secrete tears, but my heart cried. I felt shocked, guilty, sad... everything at the same time.

That day I remembered all the days I spent with him. He was really really cute. My grand parents used to live in Varavoor before, and we used to go there for vacations. First thing I used to do after reaching Varavoor was sitting on his chair with him and tell him about my journey. He then would go and buy some sweets and toys for me. He used to talk in a little bit English and very less Hindi. He used to talk so much; he has so many experiences to share. About him gambling with his friends, about him cooking, about my father and about all the naughtiness all my uncles did. He would admire me singing stupidest songs, me doing stupidest moves…he was very nice.

I loved him very much…and I miss him too.

Excitement is in the air……

2008-08-09T23:33:00.000-07:00

Time flies like something. It just seems like a fortnight before I cried in Alukkas Jewellery when we were buying gold for my sister just because she was getting all the attention and me crying when jiju was tying “Tali” (A chain that the groom ties around the neck of the bride as a ceremony in marriage) around my sister’s neck. I know I know people might think that I am a real cry baby but what could I do? I was a little poor tormented creature who was not given much attention, being separated from her sister. And that too, we both would live on two ends of India- me in Chandigarh and she in Bangalore.

My sister is seven month - pregnant and it was time for her “Seemandam” (a kind of function conducted during 7th months- well I cant tell much because I attended this function for the first time and I didnt understand half of the things goinn on!).

So, I went Bangalore for the function. From so many weeks I had an excitement to see my sister, and finally I got to see her. She looks like a proper balloon! Her hands thin and her tummy like a big birthday balloon.

She has been a very loving and caring and cute and understanding and lovely and bestest sister always. She is going to enter a new stage of her life – motherhood, and I am sure she is going to be a very loving and caring mother.

There is so much excitement between us what child is going to be born. My mom and dad are not much interested in all such discussions, but my sister and I are really excited and we will not stop discussions. Actually, both of us love to have girl child, but I have started liking even boy child these days, so no issues.

In India, here we say that if a woman looks charming and beautiful in her pregnancy, she is going to have a girl. But my sister seems to be completely opposite, so I expect a nephew! I have already decided the name, my sister’s name is Meenakshy and my brother-in-law’s name is Shiv. Lord Shiva and Goddess Meenakshy had sons – Karthikeyan and Ganesha. So, I suggest these names for boy child. As for the girl child, I suggest Sanghamitra because I love this name from when I have studied this name in history. Actually she was the daughter of Ashoka – the great.

The function went on well. I and my cousins had a great time posing for pictures. That is all we did! My sister had been complaining that she expected her 'tangakari' i.e. smaller sister to help her, but could I do?

60…50…40..30..20…10…………… AND THE SHOW BEGINS!

2008-08-09T04:36:00.001-07:00

The opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympics got the Summer Games -- billed as the greatest show on earth -- with an explosive start on Friday. China opened the Olympics on Friday with a burst of fireworks at a spectacular ceremony that wove ancient Chinese history with modern wizardry. Drums thundered, strobe lights flickered and 14,000 performers poured through the Bird's Nest stadium in a dazzling extravaganza that offered up a vision of global harmony in line with the Games' motto 'One World One Dream'.
I just loved the flickering of the drums, costumes were awesome. I felt like being there for the event instead of sitting on the sofa and watching it on TV! The whole show was so well coordinated and done well. China had kept it a secret, no one knew what was going to happen. Friday's ceremony caps seven years of work.
Deafening firecrackers launched Friday's ceremony before a series of giant fireworks in the form of footsteps were set off, blasting above the heart of the capital, crossing Tiananmen Square as they progressed to the steel-latticed Bird's Nest.
The theme song was really nice, and then the was the torch was lit was simply breath-taking, actually everything was breath-taking and I simply loved it!

My thoughts after that exam…….

2008-07-09T05:31:00.000-07:00

(I got A1 in Arts in 3rd for drawing this picture)

Our Moral exam normally finishes very fast. I finished my exam in 20 minutes and started my usual time pass.

I started to doodle the most common drawing that I used to make when I was small (I drew the same picture that I have posted above :-) ). I went back to the memories of my childhood……….

All the sweet memories came into my mind like chapter after chapter of the history lessons I studied last night. I used to be so carefree and jolly. I really miss those days. I miss the innocence and ability to admire anything that I had in childhood. There were no worries at all; it was just my world full of dreams and enjoyment,
People might say, “This girl is only fifteen and she is talking like this.” But, I can’t help -- these thoughts are just popping in my head.
It was my birthday on 30th and on the next day, we had our history exam. I was continuously studying and I was really pissed off when the portions were not getting over. The next day, after the exams, I just thought about it, and now I feel “What has happened to me?” I was never like this, I used to celebrate my birthday or at least enjoy completely on my ‘special day’. Things have changed. When my friends from Chandigarh where calling to wish me, I didn’t even talk to them well because I was in a hurry to finish my portions. I am really stressed because of the ‘10th nightmare’ and I really want to perform well in my boards………

Happy Father's Day

2008-06-14T22:56:00.000-07:00

"I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection."

Happy Father’s Day... don’t forget to wish your daddy!

Well, it’s my birthday according to my star sign today and it is my daddy’s day too! We normally don’t give gifts and to each other, just wishes and love is enough! So for the first time in my life, I wished my parents for some occasion before my sister. Otherwise, she is the one who always wishes them first and then does anything and everything to make me jealous.
[Ramya: Big sisters are always like that but they love you very much.]

My father has been my role model and best friend from when I am small. He has always been there to advise me when I needed. He has taught me till I was in 7th which any father would rarely do- he used to come from office and used to sit with me and teach me everything. He is a ‘Math Genius’, he taught me all my basics. He is ready to help me with my subjects even now. I have a little problem is studying Java and even though he does not have basics of the programming, he will come and sit when I am studying computer and listen to everything I recite.
[Ramya: He has taught my sister till her college and he would have taught her even in her MCA but she went to hostel so he was unable to do so]

I have had some great times with him. He has been half-bald from when I have seen him. Whenever we used to go for a hair-cut he used to tell me to get a ‘stylish’ haircut like his. I used to tie ‘fountains’ on two sides of his little oily hair. He has pierced ears (they used to do this in kerala before).Me and my sister used to try our new drop earring on his ears! He is a real hang-out material, when he is in mood – he jokes a lot and he has a peculiar expression on his face after seeing which, you will automatically laugh.

He is very encouraging. If I really want to do something, he never stops me from doing things. While in Singapore, I wanted to do the ‘Extreme Swing’ in Clarke and my mom and sister were restricting me from doing that as it was very dangerous, it was father who sent me for the ride. He has always encouraged in all my undertakings.

As all the fathers are, he is very experienced and you can anytime go and ask him for his ‘expert’ advice. He knows the best ways and it is best to always take up is advice. He is always there to give show me where I am mistaken and what I should do to improve my mistake.

And not to forget, he is an excellent cook. He makes tasty dishes (though they don’t look that good). If makes something which looks good as well as tasty, he simply says, ‘Galti se acchha khana ban gaya’. :)

''That is the thankless position of the father in the family-the provider for all, and the enemy of all"
True! My dad is the only man the house among me, my sister, my mom and him. He has to face all of our shouting and he has to tolerate we three ladies fighting among ourselves for silly reasons. Still he does not complain.

"By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he's wrong."
Being an angry teenager, I sometimes don't understand him and his theories and cannot tolerate him. But when I told this to my sister she said that even she was the same and now, when she has grown up, she realises that how very correct he was when he advised her in 'those days'.

He fulfills all our wishes and does everything to keep us happy. Me and my sister are the luckiest as we have him.

He is the bestest bestest bestest father ever ever. And we love him! Mine and my sisters life is incomplete without our father and he completes our world.

It’s her again………

2008-06-07T23:06:00.000-07:00

‘My name is Megha Elshon Nair’, she says in her beautiful and confident voice.

Mahi, the small girl of the family which lives for rent in our house says this. This three and a half years old girl is ready for her first day at school. Her school reopens this Monday and we people are more excited than her herself!

She is a very stubborn kind of kid. With combined effort of her mom, me and my mom, she learnt her ABCD and went for her admission test. So, this Megha Valsan Nair told to the principal that her name is ‘Elshon Nair’ and swallowed ‘Megha’. She ate up 9 alphabets while telling ABCD after a hundred and one requests from her would-be principal. At last she got admission and we all are making everything ready!

Well, starting with basic things, she has got a new ‘Mickey Mouse bag’ and a ‘Hippo’ pencil box including new special pencils which her mom bought after seeing the stupid advertisement of ‘Mere pass hai Flora Power!!’ . We all are very excited to see her in her uniform, to listen to her reciting nursery rhymes, to listen to her learn telling ABCD properly, to listen her count from 1-10.. Well in short we are excited about everything!

I just feel that it’s so good to see a sprouting flower to begin her ‘Journey to Knowledge’. And I am sure it is going to be an emotional beginning. Her mom says, ‘the children actually don’t intend to cry but if one starts crying, the rest will so the same’. True, it’s a pleasure to see the young fledglings bawl and cry and shout on their first day to school.

I wanted to take her to school but I cannot because I have school then. I would have taken an off if I were not in 10th but I cannot afford to take leave in 10th standard :( .

Story of a ‘Wise’ girl

2008-06-05T05:11:00.000-07:00

As a small girl, I always thought that I knew everything and I used to act in the same way. I used to say ‘main jhoot nahi bolti bas mazaak karti hoon’.
Recently this girl-who-knew-everything made the wisest decision ever..

I bought a 22$ photograph from Singapore Zoo, a photograph in which I am sitting on an elephant. There are reason behind this wise decision- 1) My Dad took the picture of the beautiful leg of the elephant and not mine. 2) He took the best picture from some other camera of some other Chinese girl. I got angry and bought the picture. And after buying the picture I got to know what stupidity I did.

Well, my sister got a chance to make fun of me. She and papa both tell me - Even though I am from Kerala, where people get money to sit on elephants, I gave 22$ for a photograph and that too of an elephant which does not have tusks! And to add to my misery, this great deed of mine will told by my sister to my children and grand children!

So this is the story of a very wise girl who gave Rs 616 for a picture of her sitting on an elephant who did not even have tusks!

We will miss you ma’am

2008-05-05T09:43:00.000-07:00

The twelfth standard students called her a ‘cute little princess’ and indeed she was one.
The moment she used to enter the class, me and ‘A’ would look at her sari and the matching danglers, bracelets, hair clips and nail paint she had worn. She is the cutest and shortest among all the teachers. Even I am taller than her! I am talking about our beloved Environment Education teacher- Amitha ma’am.

She started teaching us in 8th standard. She was a new teacher then. I remember that we used to make fun of her behind her back as she used to stammer (Sorry ma’am). We used to count the number of times she said ‘OK’ (I counted the number once- she said 'OK' 52 times in a period!). We imitated her by telling, ‘Listen to here’. But at that time both me and 'A' never ever thought that we will start liking her and her teaching in 2 years time so much and now, she is leaving us, just when we have reached 10th!

She is a gifted teacher, she has got that talent of teaching an even she knows that! None of us can forget the way she took the 10th standard portions for us in this January and February. One day me and ‘A’ had been talking that we are very lucky to have a teacher like her who is so hardworking and dedicated to her work. She is serious yet funny while taking classes- a perfect teacher you can ask for.

She loved to clear our doubts. She simply loved it when we bought some extra information on environment education. Above all- she simply loved to ask questions and beat the children who didn’t study. (I am good girl so I never got a beating but it seems it is really painful.). And also, she simply loved to give 10-20 chapters for revisions!

Today she gave the news to us that she would be leaving the school and we were disheartened to hear this. I envy the previous and the before previous year batch to have her teaching them in 10th. Today, we shared some of the last moments with her. She was saying, ‘you all were very good students. Though you troubled me a lot but in all I was lucky that I got a chance to teach you’. She was saying something but I didn’t ‘listen to there’. I felt that she was speaking in a sad tone and I could see the sadness on her face. I felt like telling her ‘Ma’am if you are so sad to leave then why are you leaving?’

I remember the day when we said to her that we are the unluckiest batch and she was surprised. But I told it to her today that we really are the unluckiest batch because she is not teaching us! And then we bid farewell to her and as she walked out of the door, I realized that one of the most important and influential person in life my was just leaving me! She was the person who made me environment friendly to some extent, its all because of her that I chant mantras of pollution and global warming. It is she who taught me and it is all because of her that I consider being an environmentalist as one of my career options!

When I volunteered for a show in Jurong Bird Park in Singapore, I got a calendar with pictures of birds that were endangered. I was very happy and kept telling that I will show it to her when I go back to school but now how will I show her now? I am sure she will be really happy to see it!

We will really miss this cute little princess. I will never ever forget you ma’am.

Exams and Results

2008-04-27T22:14:00.000-07:00

The Exams started on 13th March. And I got the heat only on 10th. ;D
Well, studies began on 11th and never stopped till the exams finished on 27th.For English Literature exam I didn’t sleep the whole night – nothing much to study actually, just 10 short stories, 10 poems and 7 BIG scenes on Julius Caesar. This is the specialty of ICSE English, we have to study a lot (and we hate it!). Though I studied the whole night, I left some 4 or 5 short stories and 2 or 3 poems but exam went well and the person who had set the question paper didn’t put even a single question from the chapters which I had not studied.
Exam preparations went on and in middle of all these last moment revisions I had one thing in my mind – Singapore! Yes, a trip to Singapore. Most of the days I could not sleep so I had no chances of having dreams while sleeping. But I proved that I am very good day-dreamer. Whenever I took a rest I would dream about Singapore, me going to Singapore, things I will do in Singapore and above all- the dresses I will buy there!!! I was even worried about the things I need to take there. My mom was not much excited so obviously she was fed up by hearing my plans. But I was never tired so I chose to tell my plans to my friends. ‘A’ is a bigger day dreamer and discussing with her gave a speed to my flying horses!!
Though all this was going on during exams, I managed to get good marks. I am promoted from 9th to 10th with 92% and an A+ in my kitty! The most surprising result was of chemistry- I got 80! (I was actually mentally prepared for being failed). Most unexpected marks were in Hindi and Physics because I got 98 in Hindi and 100 in physics!!
[Ramya – I heard shah rukh telling this in an advertisement ‘Kehate hain do din ki chandani aur phir andheri raat’. I hope that this never happens with me. I am going to be in 10th and everytime I think about this I feel there are worms and germs in my stomach and my stomach gets overloaded with Hydrochloric Acid secretions but yet these wormies are not killed!]

Who's that girl?

2008-03-08T23:23:00.000-08:00

This post of mine is dedicated to 3 year old girl called Mahi. Her parents live on the top portion of our house for rent.
She is an amazing and completely naughty girl. I have always believed that naughty children are very cute and she proves this belief of mine. A cutie pie bought up as a young little princess. She has beautiful Almond shaped brown colored eyes. Her voice is like the whistle of our PT sir!! An extremely beautiful girl who loves to talk and walk!!
She is one among those people observe their surroundings well. She knows where each and every thing is kept in her house. She even knows where things are kept in my house!!
She wants to know where my mom is going if suppose she sees the latter dressing up.
She is a very busy girl. She gets up in the morning and goes to her mommy saying ‘Mummy, Mummy’ showing hand movements of a bird. She sits on the kitchen slab and drinks tea. Her mom dresses her up for her play school. After coming from her school, she goes out to play. She comes back to have her food and then takes some rest. In the evening, she has lot of work- she goes to temple and then cleans the road side by pulling grass. She then cleans the porch of my house with the dusting broom. Her mom tells that at the end of the day she becomes soo tired that she sleeps without have food.
She is very friendly. She knows more people that anyone in mine or her house!!! You can her Aunties and Boys calling her name as she walks about the streets.
She is very caring. She loves her 1 month old brother Piyush and takes very good care of him.
She makes me jealous. She runs about the whole house while I study.

The fun she is having now always makes me recall those days of mine when I was like her
I wish there was a Rewind button in life.

A Class of Affairs

2008-02-19T02:58:00.000-08:00

School is one of the most important part of my life and so are my friends and classmates.
Being in High School I hear of many Affairs going on in other classes and in my class.One of my friends ‘G’ is a PRO (Public Relations Officer).She came to school only in 8th and she knows almost everything that is happening in school!!!
Recently I heard of something very interesting from ‘R’ via ‘G’. A boy in my class was telling to a girl ‘Lekhuuuuu inna thota iniki Clintuuuuu vilicholu thoo’.Well well this is Malayalam and this means that ‘Lekhuuuu call me Clintuuuu from now OK’.LOL………What a stupidity!!!!! Though I don’t become a part of all these things it is very interesting to hear all this!!
So, I and my friend ‘R’ have planned to go and intentionally stand on his way and tell him 'Move Clintuu'. ;D

Valentine’s Day Prank Episode

2008-02-18T02:59:00.000-08:00

Our school Annual Day got over last to last Thursday and then there was Farewell party and just after the weekend THERE WERE EXAMS. All of them are over now and I guess all went pretty well.
It was on last Sunday, I was rushing with Geography portions. As usual I got a doubt and I called ‘R'.After clearing the doubt she was telling that she hasn’t got any heat for exams and blaa blaa blaa and she told me that she was ‘thinking’ to play a Valentine’s day prank on someone.
So me and ‘A’ built up a plan and we decided to play the prank on ‘Ne’ (not Neon gas).The plan was to give her a letter addressed from some guy.
O.K. we made up a romantic poem and I wrote it on a paper and surprisingly the handwriting came out really different and we were all set!! I arranged a 7th standard friend of mine to give the letter and a classmate of mine to keep ‘Ne’ occupied but we had to give them toffees as ‘commission’ and ‘A’ brought Artificial roses.
So…the exam was over and almost all were outside the class for the short recess and the 7th standard girl came and gave the roses as on as she got the letter the girls who were there in class started shouting and screaming and squealing and shrieking!!!!!! I pushed some girls apart to see ‘Ne’ SMILING!! My voice was already in the worst condition after almost shouting and studying for history and I had to shout!!! I shouted at once ‘You are sitting and smiling and He has insulted soooooo badly’ Then came the heat in her and she got up and came out angrily and tore the letter and threw outside and was about to go to that guy BUT a girl stopped her and told her the truth and then she started sobbing..
Well…this was not exactly what I planned. I actually wanted her to go to the guy and shout at him without even hinting anything about the letter, it would be soo nice to see her shouting at him and he looking blankly at here and there not knowing anything!!!
Anyway the plan worked quiet well as me n ‘A’ just wanted ‘Ne’ to cry… (a devilish smile)

Farewell

2008-02-16T20:38:00.000-08:00

It was a Farewell By the Juniors but For the Seniors and Of the Seniors.

Just some days before farewell..'D' told me about a community that 10th standard students have made on Orkut and told me to check some ‘other’ things in it.

So I just searched and saw the community..the posts…and found no special things..I was about to leave the community thinking to murder 'D' for making me waste my time ..BUT then I saw a poll.. ‘Do you want farewell from the miserable 9th standard juniors’ I was surprised!! And then I went through all the comments and I got to know that we… the 9th standard students are ‘miserable’; ‘loudmouths’; we come from a part of world that cannot be controlled by the teachers and 9th standard girls are feminists….

Well we were all very angry and we were waiting for taking a revenge…One among us made a community on Orkut and we have written bad about 10th standard that they are just jealous of us and we don’t expect much from their batch in 10th standard exams and our batch is better than them in all means ;)

The farewell preparations started and we were told to give 100 bucks..
The dress code was very dangerous.. 1 week before the farewell, our class teacher came and told us the dress code. ‘Girls, wear modest dresses.. you cannot wear jeans or pants. You should not wear T-shirts. You should wear either skirts with Kurtas or churidars…n churidars should not have small tops and Kurtas should not be tight and skirts should be below knee length’
Haaah!! Truthfully speaking..I had none of these ‘modest dresses’ so I got a new patiala stitched... :D

The Farewell went pretty well and the food was good too..atleast worth 100 bucks!!