little nothings...

Last week was a dream-come-true week for me. Not that 5 years down the line 'i-shall-become-an-IAS officer-and serve-my motherland' or ' i will own a Maserati  ' dream dream, but, whatever be the magnitude and aptitude of a dream, a dream is  still a dream! The last week saw two of my dreams come true. And when two dreams come true, you begin to wonder if you have any psychic powers and should take up reading tarot cards as a part-time job... 1) Taking into account the wandering mind that I have, the only consistent dream so far has been the one where I am introduced as a writer. Last night, I was at a dinner party with a few of my undergrad college seniors and their respective wives. S introduces me to his wife as ' She is a writer. She writes blogs. And she runs her own business blah blah'. My mind stopped after the first 4 words (Technically 3. Is 'a' counted as a word?) What was that? Writer? Wrrrriiiiiittteeer??? Awwww... You know that scene from...

1) The 'This- road- my Baap-Ka-jaagir' kind of drivers This kind of people drive to the extreme right side of the lane (where you are supposed to be the fastest or overtake from technically!!) and  are typically seen cruising around at speeds not exceeding 20 Kmph and are in total oblivion of the looooong line of vehicles behind them and the constant crying of horns. You can honk your heart out but these Nawabs will not move an inch to the left. They could be thinking about anything: from romancing their girlfriend in their head thinking the road to be their lush green field to dreaming about their wife preparing lip smacking Jilebis. Dude, I know you may be hearing to romantic melodies about love gained or love lost and reliving your first crush/date in your head, but just get out of my way!!! With due respect to the Baaps, i feel these kids deserve one strong smack! Given? Ok. Next category. 2) The 'I'm a busybee-my world crashes if I don't take this c...

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...