O.K. The He She Blogs are hence forth being Re-christened to Avan - Aval, due to suggestions from various quarters.. er..ok.. One person..:) :D.
Thanks for the responses/comments/brickbats and destructive criticism. I am not going to stop.. !!!!! Also, there were a lot of requests to avoid, serious stuff. So Henceforth restraining.
Aval - Hey, Nee enna panrukka theriyuma ?
Avan - Onnum Pannaliye. Enna di solra ?
Aval - Unnoda recent He-She bloga padichaen.
Avan - Seri. Epdi irunthathu ?
Aval - annn.. Mannagatti.
Avan - Enna aachunu intha reaction ?
Aval - Unna Yaaru, nammala pathi un blogla poda sonnathu ?
Avan - Hey..
Aval - (cutting him short) Ithula, ennoda dialogues ellam vera mug up panni anga quote panra...
Avan - Hey.. Ithellam onnume illa.
Aval - Un Bloga naanum neeyum mattum padicha ok.. Un friends ellam vera padipaangala ?
Avan - Friends mattuma ? Ennoda Akka...(realises that he has spoken the wrong words)
Aval - Maaname pochu. Unga akka vera itha padipaangala ? Aiyooo.. inime entha moonji vechukittu avangala paarkaporaeno..?
Avan - Intha moonjikku enna korachal. Onnume illatha vishayatha en ipdi oothi perusaakara ?
Aval - Naa fuss panraen nu solriya ? Correct da... Un blogu, Un life, nee enna venumaanalum pannuvala ? correct thaan...
Avan - Hey.. ippo naa enna sollitaenu nee ipdi over-react panra ?
Aval - I don't have a life da.. You are right. You are my praana-naatha. Swami. I must spend my entire life, worshipping you. Correct Correct.
Avan - Theivame... Enna mannichidu. Inime naan namba conversation ellam blogla poda maaten. Ippo enna pannanum solra ?
Aval - Nee post pannatha onnum panna mudiyathu.Free a vidu. Nalla velai.. naa athukku munnadi sonnathellam nee quote pannala. Solli irunthae.. mavane..
Avan - (Hanging his head down).. Hmmm..
Aval - Enna Hmmm.. ? Mavane.. inime nee blogla etha post pannalum, en kitta kaatitu thaan post panra. Sollitaen.
Avan - !!!????
And this is where, The Quest for Aan-Urimai Begins.. !! :) :D
P.S:- Its Avan Aval.. not Aval-Avan.. Paavom Avan.. Ithyleyavathu First varattume.. :) :D :P
Archive for March 2010
O.K. The He She Blogs are hence forth being Re-christened to Avan - Aval, due to suggestions from various quarters.. er..ok.. One person..:) :D.
Inspired from Prabhu Ferrari's HeShe Blogs.
Read Part 1 Here.
She calls up He on his mobile.
She - Hey, enna da. Unnoda extension busyavae irruku ?
He - Hey, naa oru session la irrukaen.. Konjam caught up. Aparama pesaraene ?
She - Seri. Bye.
She - Hey, lunchkku polaaama ?
He - Hmm.. Polaam. Naa en building kizha varen. Nee en building kku vaa.
She - Hey, OFC venaam da. NFC polaam.
He - Hey, NFC vantha, neraya paera paarka vendiyatha irrukum da. Aparam hi-bye nalam visarithal. Un kooda pesa mudiyathu.
She - Hmmm.. OFC la, orey cheesum panneruma thaan irrukum. Naa weight watch pannitu irrukaen. En diet kettudum.
He - Seri, Health Ideas la pasta saapidalam.
She - OK.
At the food court, after getting each a plate of pasta and a comfortable seat.
She - Seri, Kekkanum nu vechuirunthaen, yaen morning lirunthu, mail illa, buzz illa, message illa ? Romba busy aayitiyo ?
He - Athellam onnum illa. Oru juniorkku KT kudthituirunthaen.
She - Hmmm..
He - Hey ava semma sharp theriyuma. Seriousa
She - 'avala' ?? Athaan da ...
He - Hey.. enna ipdi oru reaction. Ava peru M. Chennai la irruka.
She - hmm... resume va karachu kudichirupiyae.
He - (ignoring) Hey, you know, avaloada parents ellam, Kanchipurathala palla therula thaan irrukaalam.
She - (ignoring) Naa intha weekend oorukku poitu varalam nu irrukaen.
He - Hey, appo namba Angeethi plan ?
She - Nee 'un-junior' kitta kadala pottu kittae thaniya saapidaen
He - Hey, ippo enna sollitaen nu nee munji thooki vechutu irrukae.
She -Onnume nadakala da.. Onnume Nadakala.
He - En intha virakthi ?
She - En veetu address enna ?
He - Rainbow Apartments, Tolichowki.
She - Hyderabad address illa, Chennai la enga veetu address enna ?
He - hmmm...er.... theriyathu. (voice is very low)
She - Avaloda parents Kanchipurathula, Palla therula irruka la ?
He - (silent)
She- Ava karpooram vera illa ?
He - (silent)
She - En da.. Enakku aethuvume puriyathu nu nenachittu irrukiya ?
He - Hey. Apdi ellam onnum illa di.
She - Onnum illamaya nee lunch timela evlo oruthi pugazh paadra.
He - Hey, sathiyama apdi ellam onnum illa.
She already has a thin layer of water on her eyes.
She - Unakku engagement aayidichu. Nyabagam irrukku la.
He - (silent, looking down)
She - Enna pidikalana neradiya sollu. Enga veetla solla thairiyam illana, en kitta sollu, naa enga appa kitta sollikiraen. Intha mathiri ellam pannatha.
He - (silent)
Both are silent for 5 full minutes.
He - Ippo ethukku onnum illatha vishayatha ipdi oothi perusa aakara ?
She - (angrily gets up), Naa onnum un junior paarthu ellam porama padala da. Enakku velai irruku. Bye
He - Hey... ippo enna aachunu ipdi munjila adicha mathiri pesara ?
She - Naa porama padaraena da ?
He - Hey, naa antha arthathala sollala
She - Illa da.. Nee ethayumae mean pannala. Naa thaan thappa edunthidurukaen.
He - Hey. Look I am sorry. Sathiyama naa onna antha ponnoda compare pannala.
She - Aparam ? Vera ennavam. Ava karpooram mathiri irruka na.. Naa thathi nu solra mathiri thaane ?
He - (sighs and silent)
She - Onna thaan kekaraen.
He already has a thin veil of water in his eyes. He tries to blink them away. She knows this and does not want to create a scene.
She - Seri, enakku call irruku, bye.
He is left alone, eating his pasta.
He and She don't talk for two full weeks. No calls, No messages, No mails or forwards.
2 weeks later ...
He has got an award and She feels that she should call him.
She- Hey, congrats da. Unakku On-The-Spot award ellam kuduthaangalame...
He - Hmmmm..
She - Itha nee yaen en kitta sollala ?
He - Sonna enna panna pora ?
She - Ippo ethukku ipdi bihu pannikira ?
He - Intha award a naa refuse pannitaen.
She - En intha vetti scene ? Namma companyla recognition kedaikarthey periya vishayam. Ithala awarda refuse panra alavukku ivar periya manusano ?
He - (smirks)
She - Ethukku intha villathanama sirippu ?
He - Intha award ethukku kedachuthu nu unakku theriyuma ?
She - Ethukku ?
He - Nee rendu vaarama en kooda pesama irrukarthukku karanama irunthale oruthi, M nu.. ava ennoda training pathi pugazhnthu pesi, en manager kitta avan romba nallavan. Girl friend kitta kooda kadala podama enakku modules solli kuduthaan, athu naala, intha awarda avanukku kudunga nu mail potta. Athoda vilaivu thaan ithu.
She - Seri.. Nalla vishayam thaane. Ithula awarda refuse panrathukku enna irruku ?
He - Ippo nee ipdi thaan solluvae. Naa awarda vaangina aparam, Junior recommend panna award, athaan konjam kooda vekkam maanam soodu soranai paarkama, fiance kitta sanda pottalum parava illanu award vaanginavan nee nu solluva. Ithellam enakku thevaya ?
She - Semma gaandla irruka pola.
He - Cha cha... naa yaaru kova padarathukku, sollu.
She - Seri.. Seri.. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Thappu enthu thaan. Enna mannichidu.
He - Seri. Unnala epdi di en kitta pesa mudiyama irunthathu ?
She- Romba kashtama irunthathu da. You won't understand.
He - Hmmm...
She - Seri..How did you cope up ?
He - I couldn't.
She - Puriyalayae.
He - Enna nerla paartha puriyum.
She - Seri.. Fine. Vaa coffee saapida polaam.
At the coffee shop.....
He - Hi.
She - Hey, ennada ithu.
He - Enna aachu ?
She - Enna aachu unakku ?
He - Athaan sonnen la... I couldn't cope up.
She - Dai.. seriousa kaekkaraen.. Ethana naala saapidala ?
He - rendu vaarama.
She - Appo sanda potta annilirunthu.. saapidavae illa ? correct ?
He - Hmmmm....
She - Seri.. en shave pannala ?
He - Naa thaan sonnen la.. Manasu seri illa...
She - Enna manasu seri illa..? Oru phone panni iruntha, ellam seri aayirukkum illa ?
He - Antha phone a neeyum panni irrukalam la ? Ippo theriyutha ?
She - Enna ?
He - Nee illama en life epdi irruku nu ?
She - Ithukku onnum korachal illa.
He and She both smile sheepishly at each other.
He sees a bunch of papers jutting out of She's bag. He takes out bunch of papers. She tries hard to prevent him from reading the papers. But He manages to read one of them. His mouth is agape. He is unable to close his mouth. There is a thin film of tears in She's eyes.
She - Kaettiyae, epdi cope up panraen nu... Ipdi thaan.
He - Do you really love me this much ?
She - (nods her head, and then bends her head down, trying to hide her tears)
He - (holds her hand and pulls the chair closer to her)
P.S:- OK. I agree. This one was a bit serious. But then, eppo paarthalum comedya panrathu ?? Konjam seriousa irrupome .. :) :D
Ah.. Food is a big big problem in Cairo, if you are from India.
You get only Basmati Rice or else the Egyptian 'mota' rice. Which a typical Tamizh guy will never be able to eat. I have a McD near my place. A Pizza Hut and countless number of slaughterhouses (where slaughter of animals takes place live) and 'n' number of bakeries.
O.K. The locals don't seem to have lunch. They order something from some coffeeshop. Falafel is the usual stuff. I've had plenty of this, when I was in Muscat. But the ones here are slightly different. They have 'Rajma' filling. Seriously it tastes so good. Then we have the 'Foul'. Again, Tasty.
Then, comes the Magnum Opus, K O S H A R Y. Period.
Nothing can beat it. For those who know me personally, good enough. Don't worry. I have not started eating non-veg. Wiki calls it as Kushari, whereas the locals call it Koshary. Its a mind blowing dish. Take it from a Vegetarian.
"Koshary is a traditional Egyptian meal that consists of a strange combination of macaroni, spaghetti, rice, black lentils, chick peas, garlic sauce and a spicy tomato chili sauce, all topped with fried onions."
At first look, நம்ம பாய் கடை பிரியாணி மாதிரி தான் இறுக்கும்... ஆனா இல்ல...
Setup, Vessels எல்லாம் பார்த்தா, நம்ம முனியாண்டி விலாஸ் பிரியாணி மாதிரியே தான் இறுக்கும்... Romba Romba tasty. I've fallen in love with it.
My lunch consists of One Medium Sized Koshary from Tom & Basal, that is right on the street. There is FelFela right across the street, where I can get my Felfela and Foul, in case I need some change. But at the moment, Koshary is all that I can ask for. I personally find it quite healthy too. Just make sure, you don't have too much of the chilly sauce that they provide.
One very strange thing about restaurants here. A take-away costs you less than a 'order-and-eat'. Take-away Koshary is 4 pounds. Order and Eat is 6 !!! and of course, you are expected to tip your waiter, quite handsomely. So, needless to mention. We just 'take-away'.
Then, we also have the Khaboos. This is the Iranian version of our plain and simple Roti, except that it is twice as thick and twice as heavy, and is made up of bread dough. When it is freshly baked, it is the best thing that you can have with any pickle. When it is cold, it is probably best had with some hot vegetable curry or sambhar or gravy.
Ah.. I forgot the Bakeries. The bakeries thrive here. Seriously. All different types of biscuits. For me, it was akin to a child lost in a Candy Store. So many choices, all looking equally tempting and delicious.
As for the vegetables, there is a vegetable mart for every two/three streets. But that is a different blog post altogether. :) :D
OK. This is a milestone post. 300 Postswala. :) :D
I do remember very clearly that my New-Year eve post was a 250. Well, this is a triple Century.
First Century. Double Century. Triple Century.
O.k. Enough bragging for the day. Start Mesic. !!!!
My Week ended before it started !!! :( :(
I feel like crying aloud. My Sundays are working once again. Feel so bad, that all my friends are happily enjoying their weekend when I am slogging my arse over here.
Well, Got up late, this Friday. We cooked !!! Onion Saambhar and Hot and spicy, Potato curry. Nothing like it. It was quite late, when we had lunch. Close to 4 in the evening. I got my room slightly re-arranged. Will post the photos, post some more furniture re-arrangement.
At around 7:30, we went outside, just nearby. Got some vegetables and biscuits. Wrote a He-She story.
Next Day, again late waking up. Fuse went in one phase. No power supply in Kitchen, bathroom and the three bedrooms. Had a tough time trying to reach the houseowner. Finally called the house keeping guy. Had to literally rip our heads off in trying to explain to him, what the problem was. Finally he got a guy and got things fixed, atleast temporarily.
In the evening, went to Khan-Khalily. A post on it is in the offing. So for more details, Watch this Space !!!!
Ok.. Ok.. I know you must now be cribbing that reading the title of this post itself took a lifetime...
This one is actually a dedication or should I say copy-cation ??
I've been reading He-She Blogs for quite some time, and to say the least, I've fallen in love with them, Head over Heels !!!
Chanceailla.. Semma writing. Very realistic. One of the best writings in recent times. Actually I came across this, very very recently only. About a month ago. It was a very old forward that made its way into my inbox, and I spend the rest of my day, laughing, crying, feeling down, feeling better, sometimes shy, sometimes coy with He and She.
I must thank Prabhu.Ferrari for giving me the permission to go ahead and continue the writing on my blog. Nothing can destroy an idea, as my hero, the Vaudevillian Veteran says in V for Vendetta, Ideas are Bulletproof. And nothing can stop an Idea, whose time has come.
Remaining of this post will be part Tamizh Part English, Transliterated text - or rather Englizh or Tanglish. So non-tamizh speaking readers, kindly excuse. Others... Annen Aarambhicitaen... !!!!!!
He and She are working in the same company and are engaged.
She calls up He to enquire whether He side photos had come.
She - Hey, busya irrukiya ?
He - Illa .. Sollu..
She - En oru mathiriya solra ?
He - (sigh) Onnum illa da... sollu.
She - Onnum illa.. (curt and right)
He - Ippo enna aachu nu kochikara.
She - (silent)
He - Hey, romba sorry. Enakku inga konjam tension.
She - Enna aachu ?
He - Ippo enna venum unakku ? Vilavariya timeline pottu excel anuputa ?
She - (silent)
He - Seri..ippo enna venum ?
She - cuts the call.
He calls up She.
He - Hey saaptiya ?
She - Hmmm.
He - saaptiya ? vazhakama neeyum naanum thaane saapida povom ?
She - enakku bore adichuthu, athaan seekarame poi saaptaen.
He - (silent)
She - Seri, enakku vela irruku, naa aparama pesaraen.
He understands the matter.
He - Seri..naa unnoda building lounge kku varen... Neeyum yerangi va.
She - Hey, enakku 2 o'clock ku meeting.
He - Mani ippo 1:30 thaan aarathu. Just 10 minutes.
She - Seri. va.
He - Hey Listen, enna aachu na...
She - Naa unna kaekkavae illaye ...
He - Please di.
He says this with such earnestness that She's heart melts.
She - Seri.. sollu.
He - Oru patch client delivery kku anupinathula, system crash aayiduchu. Avan Show-Stopper issueva raise pannitaan. Nethikku night 10:30 kku office vanthaen. Naa innum veetukku pogala.
She - Ada paavi. Appo nethikku night en kooda nalla kadalaya potta ?
He - I was here at that time. Yaarume kooda illa. So bug fix pannikittae un kitta pesittu irunthaen.
She - Seri..appo morningla en erinji vizhuntha ?
He - Morning 8 o'clock, Engagement Manager phone panni kaatu kaatu nu kaatitaan... Athaan... orey kaduppa irunthathu. Sorry da.
She - Itha nee nethi nightae en kitta solli iruntha, naa company kuduthripaen la ?
He - Nethikku nee vanthiruntha na, unna thaan 'fix' panni irrupaen.. Bug a illa... (grins sheepishly)
She - (flustered) seri.. romba vazhiyatha. Saaptiya ?
He - Illa.
She - Morning enna saapta ?
He - Athaan sonnaen la, Nethikku nightlirunthu, ithu varaikkum, rendu coffee thavira onnum ulla yerangala.
She - Ada paavi. Seri, vaa saapida polaaam.
He - Nee thaan change venum nu saaptiyae.. Aparam ethukku time waste pannitu ? unakku thaan call ellam vera irrukae ?
She - Athellam onnum illa. Chumma olalaikku.. Naanum saapidala. (grins sheepishly)
He - Nee ivlo nallavala ?
She - Seri Seri... Next time, intha mathiri aethavathu nadanthathuna prompta sollu.
He - Seringa madam.
Unlike the original, I do not want to give bulb to He or She. Both are infinitely close to my heart and I cannot bear to hurt any one of them, atleast as a writer.
P.S:- If you find the story to be a mokkai, I am sorry, But you have to digest it.
P.P.S:- More to follow, depending on the comments. :) :D
This will be the diary of my Cairo Travels (and travails). Here are some really random things that I liked and found in Cairo, in my one week stay (till now)
The first thing that I noticed/realized, when I came out of the plane was the cold,chilly air that hit me. Transported me back to Ooty days. The immigration procedure is goddamn simple and straightforward, Just one stamping. Khallas. They don't even bother to ask you your Name or purpose of visit. Or is it because, you know, I looked so professional ?? !!! :) :D The procedure to collect your bags is horrible. They have placed the conveyor belt in such a manner that it is impossible for more than 20 people to collect their bags at the same time. Also, there is no place to keep your trolleys too. If your bag hasn't arrived, you can afford to get frustrated. Then comes the check out. The problem here is that the checks are quite random, and you never know when the folks will ask you to open your baggage.
The first thing that I noticed when I came out of the airport was an obelisk. And somehow I felt at peace. Cairo International Airport is slightly small, from what I could see.
Transportation in the city is of many types. We have the Taxis. Mini Cabs. Government Buses. The taxis are unlike our taxis. Some are very good. Some look totally ravaged. Mini Cabs are just like the ones in Muscat. Haven't traveled in a Government Bus till now. I have to travel in a cab/taxi from office to home and vice versa. The distance is close to 15 kilometers and takes about 45 minutes in peak traffic. The best point of my journey is the underground tunnel that opens up to Opera Square. The best 4.5 minutes of the whole journey. I am transported to Die-Hard 4.0 the moment I enter the tunnel. Traffic sense is very very poor in the city. All cars have some sort of nicks and dents. I have seen 3 accidents in 3 days in my travel from home to office and from office to home, till now. Plenty of old cars in the city. P U H L E N T Y !!!! And of course, I could see, plenty of old versions of my favorite car, the Beetle !!! :) .. Unfortunately, all the Beetles that I could see were heavily ravaged. :(
My office is right in the heart of the commercial area. Something like Ranganathan Street back home. Mind blowing. The street is empty in the morning. But if you have a look at it during the afternoon, you'll be blown away. It somehow transmorphs itself from being a plain, non-descript street in the morning to a full-blown commercial street, abuzz with activity later in the day. When I get down from the building, in the evening to get home, I just love the atmosphere. Its full of life. Plenty of people, walking about here and there. Many shops. Boutiques. Coffee shops. There is so much of life in the street !!! Man I just love the street.
My apartment is good. We are having a problem with the Internet. I guess that will be fixed before Monday. Hopefully. Inshallah !!! Talking of Inshallah, You cannot, note CANNOT, survive in the city, without knowing Arabic. It is becoming increasingly difficult to navigate in the city, without knowing Arabic. We are trying to live ourselves out, by shopping mainly in big malls and grocery supermarkets.Plenty of KFC's, Pizza-Huts and McD's all around the place.
Cairo Diairies Will continue ....
....is that, I've never ever reviewed or re-read my answer sheets.
N E V E R !!!!!
I know that this sounds quite crazy, but I've never done this. For me, when I write something, I will write it with full concentration, fully aware of what I am writing. In that case, according to me, If I re-read, I would be insulting myself.. :) :D :P
P.S:- This is especially true in case of Hindi Papers... :)
I've never reviewed a Hindi Paper in my life. Not even during Board Exams !!!
P.P.S:- My Hindi exam sheets till date, have not contained even a single manual correction (unless and until they were major changes, I've never corrected them.)
To be frank, this is first time, I have been without accessing my gmail/blog for more than 4 days at a stretch continuously.Half of this post was written At Dubai International Airport, when I was waiting for the transit to Cairo. :)
I haven't been exactly honest and truthful in my blog here.
Three months ago, I had butchered Vettaikaran Songs Here. But the songs have actually grown on me !!! I am actually embarassed. But
Come On And Get Me With Your Loving Machan
Undress Me And Then Caress Me Aatan
And I’m Feeling The Sikkal And Show Me Your Love
is simply too too catchy to miss.. !!!
Another fact is... Yes, the cat is finally out of the bag... I am on Twitter... :) :D
Kaari thuppavendaam.. Please...
I know I have blogged in negative about twitter, here and here.
O.K.. I am in Cairo now... There was confusion at the Airport, (once again..:) :D) and somehow, I reached home, safely. Got a chance to visit the Egyptian Museum...
Hey I saw the Mask of Tutankhamun and all his treasures.. Trust me, It is nothing that words can express. It was like an atheist coming face to face with his god. The museum cannot be seen in a single day... Its too large and too many artefacts to be seen in a single sitting...er..sorry... walking... Didn't go to the mummies section.. Enough mummies outside...though...:)
Saw the river that gave life to Misr... Yes, the second largest,or is it THE longest river in the world... The Nile. Couldn't find the time for a boat ride... All in good time...
The city is like a scene right out of my imagination. I had imagined the city to be like this, and it was exactly like that. Not a single picture was out of place. Seriously, It was quite a shock for me... Culturally the place is a mosaic of cultures... So it is really a great experience till now... Let's see..
How to completely enjoy a Train Journey, especially when you are alone....
1.) Try to be over friendly ... speaking of being friendly, over-friendly includes, checking out the names of the people in your compartment, and the number of females, in your preferred age-group, included. Then, when they get into the compartment, say, "Hellooooo... I was waiting for you only... Mr XYZ. How are you ?" The perplexed man will now smile a confused smile at you, and look back at his wife, as if to enquire, if you are some long lost relative of his wife, as he is sure, you are not one of his own ! :)
2.) Buy a lot of eatables before you board the train ... that way, when the train actually starts, try offering your snacks to other folks in your compartment. You will not be disturbed for the rest of your journey.
3.) To silence that old man or old woman, who keeps talking about the good old days of 1960's and 1970's ... Insist on them accepting a cream biscuit or an orange or a peeled banana from your hands. 98% they will not approach you again. Better still, offer them coffee or tea from the flask that you carry. :)
4.) Keep staring ... er.. at the luggage, whenever a new family boards the compartment. Smile or smirk indicating the number of baggage that they are carrying, or at the weight of each baggage. Look at each baggage intently, as if you are going to mark it with some chalk piece. The lady (if any) would get so pissed off, that she is bound to give you a rude stare and push the luggage under the seat, with her leg.
5.) Lure the children with all sorts of eatables.... initially. The children would obviously be interested in eatables, anywhere and everywhere. Your 'package' should be very attractive. Atleast 3 different types of lollipops and candies are a must. This way, you are increasing your chances of the child's parents avoiding you completely and putting the child to sleep, as early as possible.
6.) Be overly fidgety. Keep Asking, if the destination has come, and how long it will take. Keep asking these questions to every person who comes and sits in your compartment. This way, you will not be disturbed for the rest of your journey.
7.) Suddenly look up and sing aloud the song running in your mobile or iPod. Just a couple of lines.. and look up to the sky and open both your arms, as if to say, 'Alak Niranjan'. This will ensure that your fellow passengers look upon you as some seer.
8.) Have a sinister smile and try to be as shabby as possible. Try to have atleast 2 weeks unshaven look and dull eyes, that seem to be darting everywhere. Once in a while, look at the mobile and laugh, and then look around to see if anybody is looking at you and then suddenly stop laughing.
P.S:- The above mentioned steps are more than enough to get you a night's stay with the RPF.
P.P.S:- RPF stands for Railway Protection Force
P.P.P.S:- Offence for overnight stay being - suspected Biscuit Bandit or 'Kidnapper'. :) :D
This was revelation that came to me, when I was in Hyderabad airport and was stranded at Mumbai.
There was not a single phone number in my mobile (apart from the closest family circle), that I could actually call up, and talk. Felt very bad when I realised this.
My definition of calling up and talking is, I can call up anytime, and expect the person to listen to me patiently, without making any judgements/comments/cribbing. Unfortunately I realised that day, that those days are long over and Here I am stranded.
Sigh. Life Sucks !!!!
I am back in Hyderabad, after a week in Mumbai. Mumbai life was good... tempted to stay for a longer time... but nothing like Hyderabad.
Hey.. Mumbai is good. Or rather better. I liked the hustle bustle. But not the crowd in trains. The colleague who, did not pick me up, when I landed in Mumbai, apparently, was in Pune and had had bhaang, resulting in 'chadta nasha' , a super charged high and an equally super-long hangover, that resulted in his realising that I was due that day in Mumbai only in the wee hours of morning, the next day (Tuesday morning), 1:30 AM to be precise. I was still mad, but he more than made up for it.
On Friday evening, we spent about two hours, me singing and he strumming the guitar. H did a great job. Frankly if only H practices some more, he can be a real pro !! Some songs that we sang were 'Papa Kehte Hai', 'Kaise Batayaen Kyun Tujhko Chahein', and then strummings from Ilayaraja's compositions. Of course, H kept insisting that I sang superbly, and that I should get trained. !! :) :D. On Saturday, when we spent the whole day shopping, like two college girls out to spend their fathers' money. :) :D NOM Ladies !!
Here are some things that I did, when I was in Mumbai.
Mumbai Trains !!! Everyday, up and down from Bandra to ChurchGate Stations. Was great. Actually was surprised to see, so many posters on trains. I've been on Chennai's electric trains too, so nothing much of a difference, except the crowd and the huge number of posters on quacks and magical remedies. The crowd was almost triple the average crowd in Chennai.
Panipuri !!! Ah.. This was a damp squip. Not much of a thrill factor.
Bhelpuri !!! Ram and Shyam's had a fantastic offering of Bhelpuri.. slightly expensive, but kinda worth it.
Vadapaav !!! Yes. Good. Nothing so special.
Dabeli !!! Yes. Very Good.. :)
Mumbai Auto's !!! Among the most reliable transport systems in India. And the drivers are very honest too !!! Wish there was such a system in place in Chennai !!! Then truly it would be Singara Chennai.
Mumbai Taxis !!! I just had a short trip. Hardly a couple of kilometres. But it was nice !! Would love to go again.
VT !!! Did a Jai Ho! and boarded the train to Bandra :)
Dalal Street !!! Saw the economic powerhouse from afar.
Shopping !!! Truly a shopper's paradise !! Great things at very affordable prices, provided you know how to bargain. They start quoting at 425 and then you buy it at 150. The seller would still make a margin of 50% :P
Girls !!!! No comments. This is truly a 'sight-seer's paradise to say the least. Enna range !!! pa pa pa pa... !!! Superubbu... !!!!
P.S:- Work was very hectic. All my shopping was done in one day. :( Too bad.
P.P.S:- One day shopping pannalum, nalla thaan irunthathu. :D. Franka sollanumna, oru vithamana high a irunthathu, shopping pannum bothu... No wonder, shopping is a wonder drug (for the ladies)
Regular visitors to my blog would definitely see a change today.. :).. I've changed my template after a long long time.. I hope its good.
I have been changing templates like anything today... Not exactly inspired by anybody, but just felt that I too needed to change with the times.. :) :P
This particular template is called Cumulus and has been downloaded from btemplates.com Some minor changes have been done by tweaking the html.
Hope you like it.. !!! Comments are welcome.
Some more template changes are in the offing... Let's see... :)
Ah... Came across this hilarious blog called Just a Mother of Two by Preeti Shenoy... :) She's mind blowing (and pretty :P)... Seriously... Don't forget to read her cute 'mama-moments'!!! Too too good...
BTW she's an author of the book - 34 Bubblegum and Candies, and writes brilliantly (on the blog).
Another blog that I've been reading for quite some time is the 'Life and Times of an Indian Homemaker'. Some of her posts are really good, though idealogically, we may be at loggerheads. Pretty much feministic and she has a cult-like following in the blogosphere... check it out. :)
God Men of India... Continue their லீலைகள்....
வாழ்க நம் மக்கள்... வளர்க தமிழ்...
Great work there by Sun TV by boldly telecasting it on TV...
P.S:- It's no longer Rama Krishna... Neither its Hare Krishna Hare Raam... Its' siva siva... :)
P.P.S:- Apparently I wanted to write a bigger article....which I will be doing soon... Till then ... Swalpa adjust maadi... :)
I've finished Chitra Bannerjee Divakaruni's One Amazing Thing. Well, this one's much much better than William Dalrymple's Nine Lives. I felt Nine Lives was bland, this one was surreal and biting.
The story is pretty much simple and straightforward. Again 9 People, with completely different backgrounds, are at the helm of affairs. They are at the Indian consulate when an earthquake strikes leaving them trapped beneath tonnes of rubble. What follows next is a simple story of survival, as each one of them recites one amazing thing about their lives.
The book is very very real, and to the point. The choice of characters is also excellent, though I am able to see a typical 'southie' touch in this 'eastie' author. Conversations are simple, fast and to the point, and frankly and surprisingly enjoyable.
I am reproducing the part of the blurb that got me hooked onto the book.
Late afternoon sun sneaks through the windows of a passport and visa office in an unnamed American city. Most customers and even most office workers have come and gone, but nine people remain. A punky teenager with an unexpected gift. An upper-class Caucasian couple whose relationship is disintegrating. A young Muslim-American man struggling with the fallout of 9/11. A graduate student haunted by a question about love. An African-American ex-soldier searching for redemption. A Chinese grandmother with a secret past. And two visa office workers on the verge of an adulterous affair.
When an earthquake rips through the afternoon lull, trapping these nine characters together, their focus first jolts to their collective struggle to survive. There's little food. The office begins to flood. Then, at a moment when the psychological and emotional stress seems nearly too much for them to bear, the young graduate student suggests that each tell a personal tale, "one amazing thing" from their lives, which they have never told anyone before. And as their surprising stories of romance, marriage, family, political upheaval, and self-discovery unfold against the urgency of their life-or-death circumstances, the novel proves the transcendent power of stories and the meaningfulness of human expression itself. From Chitra Divakaruni, author of such finely wrought, bestselling novels as Sister of My Heart, The Palace of Illusions, and The Mistress of Spices, comes her most compelling and transporting story to date. One Amazing Thing is a passionate creation about survival--and about the reasons to survive.
Here are some of my favorite quotes from the book.
This one comes right at the beginning of the book,just after the credits and I liked it.. :)
If no one knows you, then you are no one.
"Looking back, I could not point to one special time and say, There! That’s what is amazing. We can change completely and not recognize it. We think terrible events have made us into stone. But love slips in like a chisel—and suddenly it is an ax, breaking us into pieces from the inside.”
"Now she was filled with sorrow and anger: sorrow for the boy he had been and anger because he had not ever trusted her with the truth. "
“I don’t think Ravi was in love with Nirmala,” Lily said. “It was probably infatuation because she was so different from the girls he knew. Maybe he was secretly relieved because she went with Gopalan—like when you have a boyfriend you don’t really like anymore, but you can’t tell them, and then they start going out with someone else.”
"You’ve been speaking of events that shatter lives in a day’s time: wars, betrayal, seduction, death. In my case, my life was turned around by a man I didn’t know helping his wife take off her coat."
"...Is it fair to ask me to remain in a relationship that’s killing me ?"
The book is pretty much short and readable. Worth a read, if you are interested in people's lives... :)
P.S:- I started reading this only day before yesterday :) And I finished it today... So not bad at all... :) :D
I am at my company guesthouse in Mumbai, as I am typing this... To say the least, this place sucks, coupled with the fact that I was left in the lurch and stranded when one of my colleagues who was supposed to pick me up, did not even bother to pick up my call (he still hasn't) and thanks to the lady (again, my colleague) who gave me some of her attitude for free, when I asked her directions. Thanks Folks.. You really made my day, and I am really looking forward to meet you folks ...
It was a deja vu` all over again for me...
Best part is, no body knows where the guest house is, though everybody keeps saying, take an auto, it is very closeby.. अरे भई काई का ऑटो ?? एक भी ऑटोवाले को पता तक नहीं था... अरे यार पास में ही है... सत्यानाश हो तेरा !!!
I had to board and disboard 2 autos, before I could pin it down to the region !!!! Then I had to walk close to 2.5 kms in 'square' circles to find out the location which I eventually did. And the best shock here is The room in which I am supposed to stay, does not even have a proper tubelight. The icing on the cake is that all cupboards are locked and the housekeeping does not even have a clue as to where the keys are ...
Great (mis)management folks !!! Keep it up... You suck !!!!!