little nothings...

" I don't know really where I should start. I guess with how I feel. I feel like a complete failure. I've let the bulimia take over again, and I'm slowly crumbling into nothing ." These words were the first entry in Sarah Siskin's journal she started in 2003. Sarah Siskin , a nineteen year old who succumbed to bulimia after a dreadfully long struggle of seven years. What started as a high school experiment ended in a slow suicide for this young girl...full of life and full of dreams..and a lifetime of tragedy for her family...I was so moved by these words when I read them that I read them over and over and over.. a hundred times... until they were permanently etched in my heart... feeling helpless and not knowing what can be done to save a million other Sarah's worldwide.. This isn't the first and sadly, not the last..the number of young women and men being diagnosed with eating disorders is on the rise. Over a million men and over seven million

I want to write.Just keep writing. Endlessly. Till my fingers pain and refuse to write any longer. Till my mind is free from thoughts and doesn't let a single thought stray by. I want to write. About those kids that are making so much noise right now outside my window. About their angelic smiles and innocent questions. About their playful tantrums and  cheerful taunts. I want to write. Write about the Standard Chartered Bank's quest for World's Coolest Intern. About how much I want to be THAT intern. About why I should be selected for that internship. About the experience it would be. About the people I get to meet and the things I get to learn. But, my mind is blank and is refusing to think. It just keeps re-iterating the words of Dusan Bogdanovic. "Stay cool, look professional, and pretend this is very, very easy." I can!

Do weird things happen to you? Or is it just me? Every time I feel  my life is becoming boring and pray for something magical to happen, its like up up above someone hears me and instead has a wild laugh and decides  to make it weird instead!! Being the sportive star that i am (like I said earlier, it is my blog and I get to brag), I blog about it as the top 10 weird things that have happened to me. 1) Kareena Kapoor wears a cute little red helmet in 3 Idiots and I scouted like 4 shops in the city to buy a similar one. A couple of days back, I was riding my scooter on the Telugu Thalli flyover at 80 and the helmet  decides to take off and crash land on the middle of the road. There was traffic dodging it at high speeds and people laughing at me while I was trying to cover my face with my scarf and retrieve it. I can imagine what a funny sight it had been!! 2) A pigeon came hopping across the road while I was driving my car and brought me to a halt. It was hopping all across the ro

Hyderabad - living it all.. A morning walk on the Necklace Road abutting the Hussain Sagar lakefront, watching the sun rise over the 17m tall statue of Gautama Buddha adorning the island called The Rock of Gibraltar in the middle of the Hussain Sagar lake.. A morning cup if irani chai at the roadside cafe is the most delightful way for a Hyderabadi to start his/her day.. A laid back attitude and calling 11AM as 'subah-subah' or early morning and using the trademark dialect of nakko, kaiko, hau, kiska - the hallmark of a Hyderabadi .. Read the entire article here..

Apparently, today is #vinayakachavithi's nomulu day and supposedly, i ought to perform the # thadiya-gauri-vratham because technically, I have the eligibility now and unfortunately, i can't eat anything until I devotedly perform the #puja and give my #mother-in-law the first #nomu and fortunately that I have a blog I happily resort to blogging to successfully overcome my hunger pangs. I am anxiously waiting for tonight as I will be watching # Komaram-puli, painstakingly or not, I will know in a few hours but honestly, I am not a big fan of the #powerstar but seriously, I want to watch the movie to see if it is appropriately worth all that hype. Frankly, i am not a big fan of hash-tags on twitter either and unhesitatingly i accept that surreptitiously, I do stalk a few humorously nice people on #twitter. Sadly, I have nothing to do but #blog until hungrily the rest of the family devours on the deliciously made delicacies. Till then you will have to patiently bear with me. Su

I have decided to call my future child 'omlette'. No, not for the love of eggs and omlettes. Yesterday, I met someone who loves the name 'Rahul'. She is so much in love with that name that during her college years she had a teddy bear named' Rahul'. Years later, she named her first baby Rahul. Post Kuch Kuch Hota hein, SRK popularized the name so much that every Sita,Gita and Nita named their baby boy Rahul and the name kind of 'epitomized' handsome,youthful,charming lads. For instance, if you walked into any classroom and yelled Rahul, there will be 4 or 5 Rahuls turning to you. and every girl's secret boyfriend of the dreams would be called Rahul. Naming a child is a very difficult task. I have seen couples taking months to decide a name befitting their offspring. Why give fancy names and then feel disappointed when your kids don't live upto those names? Like you name your child Rama and he is not the 'raamudu manchi baaludu ' type

At 1:24 am, instead of sleeping yours truly is going through another one of those deep-never ending-thoughtful-soulful-retrospective inspection of the last 25 years of her life and about things that shouldn't have been done and things that could have been done with the end result being a 30 before 30 list..I was just thinking of those times when striking off things from the to-do list gave me so much happiness that I wanted to go and party and dowse myself in a few martinis. I have a strange wish: to swim in a pool of Green Iguana's apple martini sipping little little every now and then. If you ever visit Tampa , Florida, you should try the martinis served at Green Iguana on Anderson Road and then you will understand why I wished that wish. Aah! How can I mention Green Iguana and not talk about their Fajitas?? They are simply so yumm yumm yumm. Yes, they are totally worthy of three yumms. I have this habit of digressing from things that I'm doing or things that I'm tal

I am very much in favor of immigration in Hyderabad, almost everywhere in the city, except the areas around Hitec city, Madhapur. The mostly green slyvan suburb of the 'pearl city' that housed more than a thousand trees - was a favorite haunt for my friends and I just after finishing high school - has now become home for those tall, un-dendritic, not-so-fiesty buildings, very much like all those areas stripped out of trees and the earth crying at the sinking groundwater levels. As I drove through the place, I couldn't recognise the gallis anymore. I didn't feel at home at all. I did't feel this lost since the last season of ' Lost '.The boys that stole flowers and fruits from those trees dont know what to do anymore. They also feel lost. Just like all those people that enjoyed cruising through the gallis of Madhapur with their puppy-loves. It is shockingly saddening that an entire generation now doesn't have a place for their clandestine conquests.....an

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Indian weddings are typically fat. In the last few years, there has been a steep rise in the rate of obesity among Indian weddings. The economy worldwide may have taken a sudden down turn but it failed to remove the extra cheese from Indian pizzas and dampen the spirit and extravagance of the Indian wedding scenario. The increase in the spending power coupled with peer pressures to show off and display are touted as the reasons behind these obese weddings. The sluggishness of the IT people also plays a small but important role. Fancy destinations, mind-blowing backdrops, designer clothes, exquisite jewelry, huge variety of food and lip smacking sweets are the consequence of the big fat Indian wedding. The big fat Indian wedding helps in bringing together distant cousins and provides them with an opportunity to bond over food, booze and taash (poker of the East)! They bestow upon young’uns the good fortune of meeting fellow young’uns and are places where new love stories take birth. Th

an email forward I couldn't resist myself from posting here... Four friends, who hadn't seen each other in 30 years, reunited at a party. After several drinks, Vikram had to use the rest Room. Those who remained talked about their kids. The first guy Keith said, 'My son is my pride and joy. He started Working at a successful company at the bottom of the barrel. He studied Economics and Business Administration and soon Began to climb the corporate ladder and now he's the President of the company. He became so rich that he gave his Best friend a top of the line Mercedes for his birthday.' The second guy Mahendra said, 'Darn, that's terrific! My son is also My pride and joy. He started working for a big airline, and Then went to flight school?to become a pilot. Eventually he Became a partner in the company, where he owns the majority Of its assets. He's so rich that he gave his best friend a brand new jet for his birthday.' The third man Hims said:

Today is one of those days when I don't feel like doing anything..don't feel like answering calls or replying to texts..don't feel like talking to anyone..It is one such day when regrets of the past and insecurities of the future all come at once jabbing the s#!t out of me and when I feel like stabbing in the chest of every person I come across..especially those trying to make unnecessary conversation with me..I usually don't use words like s#!t in my blog, but today is an exception. Growing up is just not fun. and If you are looking to read something meaningful then read no further. Thanks and have a great day! Whoever said twenties are the best years must be hanged until death. Komalthecoolk tells me 20s are the new 30s. During your 20s, there is so much pressure from all directions to settle down professionally and maritally??I dont know if there is such a word but I hope I conveyed the point. If you still dint get the point forget it cos I will tell no more and

Off late, I haven't been regular to blogosphere and neither have I typed the url of my blog for long. Nothing tickles or pinches my vein so much that I can rave or rant about it on my blog. Not much interesting stuff is happening. Anyways, interesting stuff happens only in movies! Like an ape falling in love with a human or a godzilla ramping and raging along the streets of Manhattan. And a vampire falling in love with a human and the scent of the human's blood driving him crazy! yeah, crazy indeed! who would want to fall in love with their food and then abstain from eating it? Can you resist the urge of eating a plate full of gol-gappes placed right in front of you? If I were Edward Cullen, I would have relished Bella Swan at the very first instant and saved so many people from the torture of the New Moon. Interesting are cab drives with chatty drivers! On one such cab drive the driver told me that during new moon people tend to act crazy and that's how the term lunatic ca

S has what A wants and A has what S wants. They are stuck with what they have and being the best of friends, they cannot exchange what they have to make each other happy. All they can do is laugh at what they have, what they want and what they cannot do. Someone said, when life gives you a lemon, make lemonade. They also said, when life gives you a lemon , look for someone who has vodka and enjoy the party!! Life gave S and A the lemon and vodka, but, is not letting them enjoy neither the the lemonade nor the party, cos they dont have the knife to slice the lemon. Such are the ironies of Life! Can anyone donate a knife , please!! We will give you some lemonade or vodka!

Today, I want to puke hard at celebrate the approval of the 33% reservation for women bill..... puke so hard that my small and large intestines become twisted and tangled and all messed up so that finally I die of suffocation celebrate with so much fervor that I die out of happiness. And because the bill would be the cause of my death my mom would totally deserve a place in the parliament. Yes, because she is the mother of a martyr who sacrificed her life not being able to see her country become backward and backward young girl who died out of happiness because of the country’s not so innovative efforts towards women empowerment. India is a land of discriminations opportunities and hypocrites sensitive and hard working politicos, who go to any extent to amass so much wealth that they would need to hide it in their coffins too uplift the emaciated. It is a dream come true for the most powerful woman in our country, Sonia Aunty who supposedly gave a statement “LALU has s

the world is all geared up to celebrate another overrated-media-hyped 'Women's day', I cant help but smirk at the corporate drama and the number of offers introduced for this one day. All the clubs in town are offering free drinks for women. Big Cinemas is letting women watch movies free of cost.Jet airways has promised a 10% discount during the entire month of March for lady travelers and is giving 500 additional miles to all the female Jet privilege members for travel between the 5th and the 15th. If I were in Jaipur, I could use the public transportation free of cost for all my travel during the day. Whoever the marketing strategist is behind these dumb ideas, take my word, you ain't worth my two cents. This day or any day, I can buy my own drink and pay for the movies that I want to watch. And, the number of award functions and shows shouting ' aaj ke naari ke liye', 'we salute the gr8 women' and the likes; endless!! Blame it on my dumb dna or whate

Anup Yama is Asia’s number one and the world’s number six in roller-skating. Anup is also a professional Ice figure skater and is currently ranked first in India and third in Asia. The twenty four year old with his partner Avani, steered the nation towards a jubilant victory at the 13th Asian Roller Skating Championship (2008), in China. It was a huge victory for India after 20 long years. Besides, his individual success is three gold medals and two bronze medals at the same championship. To read more about Anup, click here

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This is a direct lift from an email forward.... 1. Narasimha Naidu - Narsing Yadav 2. Parugu - Uruku 3. Akkada Ammayi Ikkada Abbayi - Aada Pori Eeda Poragaadu 4. Siddu from Srikakulam - Mallesh from Malkajgiri 5. Chaala baavundi - Zabardastundi 6. Avunanna Kadanna - Au Malla Lee Malla 7. Sankranti - Bonalu 8. Ammayilu Abbayilu - Porlu Poragaallu 9. Palnati Brahmanaidu - Karimnagar KCR 10. Naari Naari Naduma Murari - Pori Pori Madhyana Tiwari 11. Chantabbai - Chinna poragadu 12. Kaumaram Puli - Kaumaram Sher 13. 47 rojulu - 47 dinalu 14. Seema Sastry - Telangana Sastry 15. Sorry naaku pellayyindi - sorry naaku laggamayyindi 16. Idiot – Dhed Dimak gaadu 17. Varudu – PENDLIKODUKU and finally..... 18. POKIRI - FALTU BADKHOW

Everybody loves Life. Their life. No one has the right to steal life from anyone. Imagine sitting in a garden full of flowers and nipping a bud even before it could bloom into a beautiful flower. Neither do you have the right nor I or anyone else in this world. I came across a video that was intended to create awareness against female foeticide. It really moved me. Laadli is an awareness campaign against female foeticide. It breaks my heart how those insensitive people can forget the womb they came from and kill their own daughters. My dad always told me daughters are a gift and daughters are the forces that bind the family. I am shocked to know that there are 27 lakh crimes related to sex determination in educated India!! In the rural sector, female infanticide is very common as the access to sex determination facilities is limited. Many families are of the opinion that a girl is a burden on them. Since, a significant portion of one’s income needs to be spent in raising a child

the nomadic mind that I have and the fact that it is like a bee flitting from one flower to another often frustrates me. What frustrates me even more is when a conclusion cannot be reached. What frustrates me more and more is the fact that we are still a developing country blessed with an affluence of problems and fortunately or unfortunately, completely unaware of where/how to find the solution and if found, how to implement? population explosion, pollution,poverty, lack of basic health care and infrastructure, corruption, lack of civic sense, unemployment, religious prejudices,child labor,sexual abuse of women and children, female infanticide and feticide and I bet a several hundred can be added to this list. I tried brainstorming to come up with measures that could be taken to eradicate all these and a million other unseen overlooked evils, but, couldn't comprehend as to where could the 'grassroot' level solution to all these problems be. Awareness? education? Most of

Give me some sunshine Give me some rain Give me another chance..I wanna grow up once again.. I might have listened to this song a thousand times in the last one month and not once has it failed to flood me with memories of school and college life, friends from school & college, crushes, cat-fights, suspensions, ragging, all-nighters, and on and on and on...Not just the memories, it gets me thinking as to what I would change if I could grow up once again..I am sure each one of us would be able to relate to it.. i would love to know if, given a chance and you could grow up once again, what/how would you change (in) your life?

My mum and I were shopping at spencers , Hyderabad today and during checkout we noticed that the instrument scanned a Rs.17 item as Rs.170. This is the second time that this kind of a thing has happened to us at Spencers in the last 2 months. When we complained, one of their representatives did rectify the error and return the amount but only after a wait of 15-20 minutes. In justification, he said that this kind of an error is common and happens almost 12-15 times EVERYDAY!!! For a retail chain that claims to be "one of India's largest and fastest growing multi-format retailer with 250 stores, including 36 large format stores across 50 cities in India", isn't this a big problem and shouldn't they be working towards correcting it? I mean they have been in the business since 1996 and isn't it long enough for them to overcome sch problems. I was just thinking of all those times we were too lazy to check the bill and all those people who don't check their bi

These days, thanks to my joblessness, I get to spend more time with my kid cousins and realized how creative they are. Creative not in terms of art but the way they make peace with angry elders. My 5 year old cousin, famous for his notoriety and dadagiri, started pating his chest gently and saying ' All is well, All is well' when my aunt was getting ready to give him a lashing. I was like 'waaaaaaaaaaaaat' and my aunt n I couldn't stop laughing at his actions. And then, to entertain us more with his antics, he started tapping his rear and singing "All is well" like it is done in the movie 3 idiots. Once, when I asked him what he did at school that day, he replied " My friend Avishtha wore a pink frock today. She was soooper." and to top it, he is such a big story teller that he comes up with so many stories showing off his dadagiri that I started calling him Fake-u. He is so mischievous and when ppl at home start shouting at him, he goes ' I