little nothings...

Mum Vs RajniKanth Mum: podhunna podhunna inni inni varieties cheyali. 3 different types of breakfast. 3 different varieties for lunch. Okariki rice. Inkokariki pulka. Okaru thinnadi inkokaru thinaru. Asalu nenu manishina machine na? The Brother: Mom = Rajnikanth Mum: Hellooo.. mee Rajnikanth kuda cheyyaledu intha thakuva time la innini The Brother : (with a straight face) Mum > Rajnikanth Me: ROFL! Mum Vs Machines Usually, mornings and breakfasts are like two parallel things for me. They can never meet unless I am on a vacation or at my Mum’s place.  Me: Abba! Amma, jaldi tea pettu. I’m getting late. Mum: Sorry. Can’t help. Adi stove. Nenu kadu neeku kaavalsinantha speed ga cheyyatanki. Mum, the Aunt & the TV serial Mum: Ayyo, train diggesinda adi? Aunt: ya. aame (some xyz character's name) ochi vadi gurinchi nijam cheppesi poniyadu inka aameni. some blah blah follows.. Me: enti a discussion? you guys are discussing as if they are your

Its funny... how it was mandatory at school to take the Indian pledge everyday and when we had to repeat "All Indians are my brothers & sisters" how each of us used  to silently add the words "except one" in our mind and think about that special someone at that time... how there were two ' It girls ' in every school/college and how they used to be arch-rivals GOD only knows why.. how A & B were a couple and how C & D were another couple and how years later  A ends up marrying D and B ends up marrying C ... how someone sitting in the class would be lost in some random thoughts and suddenly calls the teacher  'Mummy' and the whole class bursts into laughs (this happened to me!) how every Maths teacher in a hurry would say 'sex' instead of 'six' and the entire class would get into the silent coos and whispering mode, and all the girls would blush.. how many grandfathers and grandmothers were killed as a bahana fo

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You know, I think we Indians are like irani chai but pretend to be like the noble Oolong Tea from the mountains of China which is so distinctly classy (like  Jane Austen classy) when relished in a fine bone china cup. What we should understand (and also the world!) is that fine bone china cup or not or simmbly the roadside chai-wallahs traditional   ' cutting chai '   waala glass, irani chai is irani chai only. And we are like that only! It doesn't matter how many flyovers are put up and how many hi-class glass-waala high-rise buildings are pulled up  so that externally we look like some frigging developed first world country but internally we are the same. I am sorry but how much ever you try you cannot remove ' Indianness ' from us. You dont know what is Indianness ? Shit Man, Shit! Yea, we cannot control when we have to poo. Or for the matter pee. So when we are at public places we really dont care who and how many are waiting and just run into into the pee-

A 20something girl wearing a pretty white dress, specially a white chudidhar with a nice white netted sequinned duppatta, dancing and jumping around in the rain or simply even playing with the rain drops while a young dashing hero ( with a sexy 2-day old stubble) sees her and there is lightening and thunderbolts in the sky and cupid strikes and the dashing hero falls in 'true' love with the white-ly dressed girl and decides then and there ( without doing any online compatibility tests!) that SHE is the girl and blah blah blah... Do you think all the above can happen at the same time in real life? No. They cant. And, they wont. Because  any normal girl would be more concerned about getting that 'pretty white dress' dirtied in the rains . Because finding another white dress with the perfect fit and perfect cut is next to impossible. and cos our GHMC doesnt do great work and there will be traffic jam and you may not have enough space to dance and even if you d

Mumbai!! Some cities, at the very first instant, can make you feel at home. And, they'll be in your heart forever. I have heard so many stories about Mumbai; few of them nasty and few about the great love for Mumbai..and about how the city shaped that so&so or how the city made him/her what he/she is now. All this stories have made Mumbai an enigma to me that I wanted to experience.  Mumbai! There is some incomprehensible charisma to this city. An aura. The charm of the old colonial buildings, the smell of the sea in the air, the stylish clubs and varied places to eat, contemporary designers with their creations showcased along the glass walls of their chic boutiques and  that feeling of I-can-be-anyone-I-want-here ...everything about this city is unbeatable. The city truly has a spirit. And yeah, style ;) I am simply in love with this city. Did I say city? No! Mumbai is a phenomenon!  The city is everything. It is a hundred cities put together at one place and a  hundre

I was never a big fan of birthdays. I always felt they were a reminder that we are growing old. Though I loved celebrating them and specially shopping for birthdays, I was never completely happy as there was a constant fear lurking in my heart that reminded me that I am another year old and that there is sooo much to do. There were several reminders since morning that I will be 30 in another 3 years and can no longer say that I am in my early twenties, that I can no longer act crazy and that I should behave like a matured adult. Yet, I loved this birthday. I felt completely happy and can say this was the best birthday in as long as I can remember. Thanks to wonderful friends & family who have flooded me with calls and my timeline with messages wishing me a very happy birthday, an amazing husband Rakesh and an equally amazing (they prefer the word ‘rocking’) team of Internfever Campus Brand Ambassadors who have started the celebrations on the 23rd evening itself. My mum

A fellow blogger and tweeter S told me sometime back that I should write a description about how I go striking things off my 30 before 30 list. I recently got done with No.26 on my list. Watching 3 movies in a day - 1 Hindi, 1 Telugu and 1 English. It was like giving the CA exam. if you fail even one course, you will have to take all the 16 (or so) exams all over again and I have heard stories of people and their multiple attempts at being successful in clearing the CA exam. This was my CA exam. It took me 3 attempts to strike it off the list. They say things happen the least when you expect them. i dint meet P and P's twin sister P2 ( : P) in almost 2 years now. One fine Friday night, out of the blue we text each other and decide to watch a movie on Saturday which becomes 2 movies and I am like 66% close to achieving No.26. So I go home and convince mum & dad to accompany me to watch another movie that night so that I will be able to strike it off my list. Remember this i

A cream for those dark circles under the eyes Another for that blemish on the cheek. A cream for those chapped lips Another for those dry hands and feet. A cream for those ugly stretch marks on the hips and Another for that unsightly dandruff on the head A cream for those cracked heels Another for that Glow on the face.. And then you call her a natural beauty!! (??)

Sometimes some moments are really close to your heart. Nothing fancy about them. You just feel like freezing them down the memory line to reheat and savor them at a later time. There was a power cut today and the brother and I not knowing what to do at home decided to go on a looong drive. We dint know where we were headed to. We just kept driving. Picked up a friend S and drove and drove and drove. We stopped at a resort , had a couple of drinks and did nothing. The little that we spoke was random shit recollecting moments of social faux pas and managed to laugh at ourselves. Family, work, future, career, expectations, life everything took a backseat for a while. We just drank and laughed for a long time. On the way back we sang along with the radio until our throats ached. Not that we did something worthwhile, but it just made me realize that how little we need to be happy. I also realized that the brother and I dint spend time together in a long while. Before starting , I asked

Dear God, Thank You for 2012. I know I haven't written to you before and I know you are surprised by my writing to you now. This will be my first step towards settling things between us. Really. The entire world is going abuzz with the world ending on 21/12/2012 and I may not be there to write then. Or even thank you for 2013. But then, thank you for 2011,2010,2009.... 2011 sucked. so did 2010, 2009. I dont remember abt 2008. So lets leave it out of the picture for now. And brownie points for me for taking the initiative :P I haven't asked you anything before. And will not specifically ask for anything now. But just try to avoid showering me with things that I dont want . Here is the list of things I dont want for 2012 . kindly do the needful. (do ppl still use statements from the British era like ' kindly do the needful' while writing formal emails? ) Ok. Here it is...in descending order of importance That feeling of being hungry all the time. Yes. It is ver