Beyond

There he sat on his bed, sipping his cuppa coffee which she had carefully made for him. One spoon coffee powder and two and a half spoons sugar. She exactly knew what he wanted, even without him mentioning it. He saw her walk around his room, with her light orange saree neatly draped and her hair left free down her shoulders. He thought to himself how she always adored herself clad in a saree.Suits her well too. Elegant and simple were words to describe her.

He saw her walking close to him, she stopped and bent to kiss him on his cheek. She still smelled like a mint-fresh and cool as she muttered “Take care Sweet heart”. She hasn’t changed much in last three years, he mused. 
He heard her footsteps getting feeble and the door getting slammed and the keys being turned by her to lock the door. He took a long breath and put his legs down the bed corner thereby touching the carpet mat. He didn’t feel the softness of the carpet. He dragged his wheelchair which lay close to the bed and swung to the wheelchair which has been an integral part of his life in this last three years.
 
He drove his wheelchair to the living room and switched on his TV-his second best companion after her. As the power went off, he moved his wheelchair closer to the television and switched off the plug below it and that’s when it caught his attention- his wedding picture, where she was dressed in her beautiful red saree with all smiles and he in his wheelchair looking at her chocolate brown eyes.

 He wheeled himself to move towards the window as he stared outside lost in his own thoughts of how his life changed in the last seven years.

Meera… she was as beautiful as her name. She was like a breeze that silently swept me off my feet. I met her first in an interview, where we were two random candidates waiting for our call to enter the interview hall. Fortunately or unfortunately, both of us did not get through the interview. We decided to exchange our phone numbers with a hope to let each other know if any other interviews came up. 

Time and technology thickened our bond. We were virtually connected every minute and were just a call away.  Eventually both of us got our jobs in two different companies and started our work life.  At one point of time, without her I felt handicapped. She was everything I wanted. She was not all the fall-flat-on-first-sight kinds, but someone who would never fail to mesmerize your heart on having a few conversations.

She understood me like a book. She understood my mood just by a few words I spoke or just by the look at my face. We fought crazily yet we returned back to each other faster than a frisbee. My best friend and my love-was her. I felt incomplete without her and desperately wanted her for the rest of my life. To ask her for marriage was the top most thing on my head then and decided to get her a ring.

Bottom of my heart, I knew she also felt the same and that my love would be definitely reciprocated . After a week  of ring hunting for her tiny fingers, I found a perfect one to adore her small soft fingers.

I mustered all my courage ,also called every god I knew of  when I invited her for dinner at her favorite Chinese restaurant. It was not a romantic proposal. I did not get on my knees or did hold a  bouquet of pink roses to prove her my love. I simply placed the ring  for her to easily notice in the momo basket while she was busy placing the napkin on her lap.

 I waited every second for her to notice the ring, but she was happily enjoying every piece of momo dipped in the special chef made sauce.

Casually as she was about to help me with a serving of momo-she finally saw the ring. Call it innocence or stupidity, her first reaction was to think that the chef had mistakenly lost his ring in the momo basket. But only when realization hit her she spoke “Arvindh?” with a very baffled expression on her face. The next instant her lower lip began to tremble, happy tears filled her eyes and she had the longest ever curve on her face and shook her head up and down vigorously expressing her consent.

I took the ring from her hands and put on the ring on her tiny finger. Since then on, we started dreaming of a  life together, we dreamt of having babies and raising them. Dreamt of cuddling together every morning in the bed and also dreamt of growing old together. Little did we know of what future did hold for us.

 We broke the news to our family and it was all rosy with no nataks/drama from both our families and it was an easy path.

 As destiny had written it, that morning I collected my wedding invitation proof and ignited my car engine for it to start. As I drove the straight road ahead, I had an itch to double check if the Meera’s initial was printed, since I did not remember seeing it on the card in the invitation shop. So I drove with one hand on my steering and the other trying to find the invitation amongst other things in  the front seat. I somehow found it and before I could open it, I saw a speedy truck on the opposite side. Before I could react to the situation, it was too late. The damage was done already and I went blank.

 It must have been days, when I finally woke up. All I felt was pain. I was told that my spine had been intensely damaged and that I would be motionless for a whole life time. The gravity of the situation hit me only when I did soil my bed sheet the other night. All I could feel was my helplessness, nothing beyond that.

I was vulnerable and not strong enough to face any of my friends sympathetic look in their eyes. I avoided to see anyone and felt alone in this whole new world. I was told that my  wedding was called off cos I knew the reason and forced myself to believe that was the best for everyone- especially for Meera and her parents. For some vague unknown reason, Meera had not called me or visted the hospital after the injury. I did not want to ask this to my mom or my sister which would hurt them on asking.

 I was home on my wheel chair the only one who would remain with me for the rest of my life. I spent countless days lost in  a blank space. I wanted to revisit that day and change everything that happened. I cursed myself for my stupidity. What if I had not received the call from the wedding cards shop to collect the invitation? What if I had started late from home? What if the initial of Meera was printed in the wedding card? A lot of What-if’s remained unanswered.

The landline rang and my sister picked the receiver from its cradle. I sensed hesitation in her voice when she called out “ Arvindh” Pause.“Its Meera on the call”

I felt a pang of guiltiness burdening me heavily that could ground me to the floor. Maybe cos I messed it up all. That I burst her happy bubble without any caution.

 A: “Meera”

M:“Arvindh”

A:“Meera…sshhh don’t cry… I am alright”

M:“Am sorry Arvindh. I did not have the courage to meet you all
these days”

A:“It’s okay Meera I perfectly understand”

M:“Can I take you out for dinner today?”

I was sitting there in the same Cascade Hotel in our same comfort spot, except that this time I was on my wheel chair. We ordered our all time momos again and sat there in silence ,not ready yet to exchange words. I adjusted my wheelchair closely to the table and opened the momo basket to find a ring with Meeras name carved on it.
 
I gave her a blank stare and she took my hands on hers and gripped it with firm as she asked  “Arvindh, would you marry me?”

That evening Meera came home holding a bouquet very dearly and gave it to him with a warm hug as she whispered in his ears” Happy Fourth Anniversary Sweetheart… Want to know what's the surprise today?” and winked at him….

The Brown Girl

When I sat down to watch a movie, I was bothered to see the number of fairness ads telecasted while watching a three hours movie. Why are we so obsessed with fair skin? Does our mindset ever change?

Having taken my dad’s complexion, I have been the darkest kid in my entire family. My parents haven’t treated me any different from my wheatish sister, nor did I have any agony aunt who pointed to me that I was dark. I did not realize that there could be any discrimination; until I was rejected for a prayer song in my school for parents day program-cos the rest of them were all like Barbie dolls. It just pricked me at that instant, but I quickly brushed it aside due to my distracted nature then.

But subconsciously I started trying all the products I could get my hands on from any fairness tube, compact powders to face masks that would promise to make my skin lighter. Also, I stuck only to brown color assuming that it is the only color which would best suit me. I was against wearing white or any light color dresses.

One day, when three of my fair skinned giggly girls and me had gone shopping when we all decided to get a white tunic for another girls birthday party. I gave them indirect messages to go for a brown color but I finally walked out with my white tunic packed in my bag. So we all got dressed and went for this birthday party and I was taken aback when one of my super model like friend (who was also wearing the same dress) told me how she envied me for how I carried myself then. And from her serious tone, I knew she meant what she was saying.That really made me look at the whole thing in a completely different angle. I was told this many a times but now I genuinely believed it.

I realized that beauty is something which is skin deep and doesn’t exactly have to depend on your complexion. I have started accepting my color and it makes me feel really really good when someone addresses me as a dusky or chocolaty person. On the brighter side, I need not worry about how much I would tan after a day out in the hot sun or worry about the temporary dark spots which would not really make any difference on how I look. How much dark circles would be even visible on my face?

What if you are dark? Instead, you might have the best smile, best figure or shiny hair or wonderful cheek bones or sparky eyes. God is not all that cruel you see,he must have blessed you with something of how you look. Find it out yourself, or ask your besties -what’s best in you and flaunt it girl.

It has been a very sensitive topic and I have mustered all my courage to write this, for I felt the urge to share it here hoping that there would be at least one person who silently nods and thinks” this is what I wanted to hear” when reading this post.

Cheers,
A-confident-dusky-woman
He he.. I just called me a woman….

P.S: Now don’t ask me or think” But I thought inner beauty is all that matters?”

Yeah I agree, it does matter but still people decide you on how you look before they get to know the actual you.

Do Not Flag this Post

P.S: If you are a boy, please stop reading when I ask you to do so.
Am sorry for not replying to the previous post’s comments, not that I was busy. But I simply didn’t know what to reply.Is there something like comments-reply-block or commentomania?
Please enlighten me on that.
So one of them asked me, how is that all these humorous incidents happen only to you. The trick is –to find humor in whatever circumstances(read:s$#t) life throws out at you. Okay fine plus my absent mindedness too
And one of my hostel mate, who is a Viscom student wanted a model errr me ,for a photoshoot;-) yes , that’s true.. she wanted expressive eyes and I still wonder why she chose me

Three reasons why she shouldn’t have preferred me:
One, I am not even relatively close to the models who are featured in the local tv channels ad.
Two, my eyes are the least expressive ones you could spot on a crowded Ranganathan street.
Three… grrrr.. I think I just had two points to say…

But deep down I was all excited about this. I wanted to give in my best expressions;-) I in fact slept thinking about various expressions I could pose –like the ones in classical dances or like a page 3 girl..
Oh wait.. I am not going to start over with how the photo session went. I had already blogged about soit. So I will let it pass.
But you will have to know what happened in the parlor and the after effects.

Okay this going to turn gross from here and I want all the male gender to close this page now  

I haven’t been to the parlor except to get my eyebrows/haircut done. And now, I was here with my ultra-modern roomie who accompanied me in this painstaking task.

The parlor girl, looked at me with a cold stern thinking if I was living under the rock all these days. And she started saying things like” you shud do something to your hair, face, neck and all that.”
So I thought I would start with my hair cut( Mind you , I had just taken a hair bath with my Pantene shampoo then).

Lady: You will have to get your hair wash done
Me: But I just had my hair wash twenty mins back
Lady: *touches my hair* followed by a *frown*” I suggest you wash it again, it’s in a bad condition
Me:But?
Ultra-modern roomie:Don’t argue melani. Do it as she says

So after a wash , I am asked to sit on a rolling chair(read it in Santhanams style) while she comes back with her scissors.

Lady: *frowns at my hair for one more time*
When was your last haircut?

Me: Two months ago
Lady: Where? It’s not done properly
Me: Why? I had it done in bounce. 950 rupees. Senior hair stylist. That’s where even jyothika gets her hair cut….. I instantaneously fired at her
Lady: Okay Okay…I will do it better than them now.. *smiles like a maniac as if trying to pacify me*
And then, I got a cool bleach and facial which made me glow like a 90 watts bulb and the photos turned out as an evidence for it.

Wait, its not over… as I was paying my bill, I beamed at my ultra –modern roomie *posing like a page3 model with my face at a side angle* eagerly waiting for her compliment like” wow, you look fabulous “ or atleast something like that

She: What you didn’t get your hair cut?
Me: I did, see properly

Okay, I come back to office and I walk past my friend ten times for her to notice my new look. But after so many failed attempts, I simply walk to her and say “Hey, look at the new me”
She: uh-huh?whats new in you?

Only one question to ask now: Why me,my Lord?

P.P.S:To All the guys who read this post completely in spite of my bold warning, all you get is my *tongue out smiley*

What were you expecting from my blog anyways?

Of Nothing In Particular

Last night, after having two servings of mutton biryani in my team leads wedding-I swore that I would start dieting(again!!!). I ve put on 57 gms since my last weight check. Since then(Read: last night)the whole world has been conspiring against me and my strong resolute-one of them from onsite has returned and has got ferrero rocher to be distributed. Cursing my bad luck and resisting my urge to ask “ can I take two?”, I behaved decent and took one.. relished the chockie for full 60 seconds and got back to work. Now what? I am craving for chocolate again… therefore I decided to blog –my distracting factor.

P.S: I like to kill time and don’t mind helping others do it either(My employer will love me for this). SO there you go, with all the random things I would want to tell you.

1.My friend Swathi walked me to Mom and Me showroom.No No.. She is not going to be a mom or was planning to gift some expecting mother. She completely freaked me out when I was told that the stretchable pant she was holding , was for her -given that her tummy was rising liking sensex.

2.I was riding a scooty with my friend behind me and I don’t know what I was thinking when I honked at the speed breaker expecting it to move. The stranger guy who was riding beside me in his two wheeler-smirked at me. I ended up showing him a thumbs up sign and by grinning to glory showcasing all my 34 teeth. Sigh.. Such is my brain-finger coordination. (Do you get the drift?)

3. Bored and have nothing except for biting nails in your to-do list? Watch “dreamum wakepum” song from aiyaa , followed by “open gangnam style” in youtube. Fits of laughter guaranteed.

4.As I write this, I realize it’s a very bad idea to eat cookies when you type. A crumb has settled under the letter “s”. Is “s” the most used word?

6. Everyone keeps asking me the history and geography of my name and I finally ask my dad about it. Instead of answering me, he simply laughed stating that the father drank a glass of water after christening me. And ping ,there was a vision of what must have happened then.

Father: I hereby anoint this baby girl “ Josephine Edel Melani Rayen.F”
*coughs inetensely*
Father: ”may I have some water please?”
Will be back with a most sensible/cheerful post soon..

Till then,
Mel A.k.a Josephine Edel Melani Rayen.F ufff… *does finger exercise*

Citizens of a Paradise- Lessons Learnt in sharing a Room

Have you ever shared a room with five other complete strangers?

Did you ever believe that sharing a room would teach you lessons for life? (On a positive note )

I was first cynical about staying in a hostel. After a search which seemed like an eternity, I found this Royal Women’s Hostel in Nungambakkam(A better and safe place to stay- sarcasm at its best used here)

It was a Monday morning- and I had just started my hostel life in a 12*18 sized room, where there we
re five beds spread across in a fashion which reminds you of a hospital atmosphere at the first glance. It had an attached bathroom which had a western closet and I cringed at the sight of it. Yes, I had issues sharing a closet with four others. I was worried about my things and wanted to get a lock at the first chance.

I scanned the room once again, there were no locks on any of the cupboards. I wondered how the inmates trusted each other and left it unlocked. I quickly gazed at the photographs and other stuff which were on their shelves. The pictures conveyed all of them were happy people and seemed to be at ease staying here. I waited till evening for all of them to come back to the nest . And then it all started……

Since that day, I have seen people of different kinds in the same room. The aggressive kinds, the submissive ones, the one who would not nudge at all, the ones who always keep talking irrespective of whether you listen or not, the one who always snubs you, the cleanliness freak, the lazy ones, the calculative ones,the moody person,the one who is always on the phone, the one who screams over the phone when all others are sleeping, the one who would not switch of the light. And I have survived all of this.

There were a lot of extremes that I felt time and again.

I was hyper when I stepped inside the room, they wanted to get cozy on their bed after a hard day’s work.

I was thick skinned and wanted the ac to show 16 degrees throughout the day, they wanted it the “human way”.

I did not mind eating on the same plate/road side, they sulked at the very idea.

I hated to cook and wash, and they were sweet enough to even pack my lunch box.

I wore a new dress for everyone’s b’day and would be dressed for their cake cutting, when my friends hid me in the other room, so that I don’t spoil the surprise essence.

The was a person who would always maintain zen like calmness, which people like me would attain only after reading ten self motivational books and after attending twenty workshops on the just said.

On the brighter side, in spite of all these differences I have been one happy person there.

They taught me how to press my shirt, fold my kurti, make my bed neat after I got up,. They taught me that there could be other colors except for “brown “ in my wardrobe. They taught me table manners, how to cook, how to relish my food. They taught me how to share things and they understood my mood swings perfectly.

Till my last breath, I would hold my memories of all the surprise b’day parties, the lovely time spent window shopping, late night dance moves,screaming loud enough to scare the next room people while watching horror movies,fighting on who gets to use the bathroom and the mirror in the wee morning hours. They taught me how to tackle the strict warden,how a heart-to heart talk would be a solution for any difficult problem. I was fortunate enough to know all the hotels in Chennai through them and most of all they taught me how to use a kajal and mascara which I would not have known otherwise.

And not to forget gay(gayathri). There were times every time she spoke ,I would resist the urge to stuff an unwashed sock into her mouth or use her like a treadmill or break a bottle on her head or at-least break her nose. We argued and fought so much, that it would’nt have shocked people if we slit each others throat.But she taught me how a smile and a hug after a fight could set all things right.

I sensed sisterhood with them.

As I write this, I cant express the extent of my nostalgia. Such is the gravity of my thoughts.

I have no regrets till date on my staying in a hostel for last two and a half years. These lovely roomies have seen my peaks and lows and have made me a better person from what I was.

Finally I learnt a valuable lesson- Life is all about small compromises and adjustments, that would make it seemingly beautiful.

P.S : This post is dedicated to all the people who share their rooms. Now that, I am left with a new set of people completely and thrown in the sea of new fishes, I still look forward to have wonderful memories.

Till then,
Mel.

Randomness

P.P.S: People around c2 blogs have been saying nice things about my writing and for the person I am. I am not sure if I live up to even half of it or even deserve it. But my love to all you people around who follows my blog closely for some alien reason I don’t understand. Thank You from every bite of chicken puff.. uff I don’t know what that means…

P.P.P.S : P.S is missing? Yes, that was intentional.No, no, not another crazy blog. Fine, it maybe one.
I am addicted to randomness, so I’m going to be just random in this post .Okay? Okay.

1.Something keeps fidgeting in my nose and I have been behaving like Sudheep from Eega(naan-ee) in the process to sneeze. This drama has been happening since morning i.e for last three hours and have failed literally in every attempt to sneeze out that foreign particle. So after losing all hope, I googled on “how to sneeze” and resulted in getting weird ideas. It gives you super 14 ways to sneeze -out of which everything seems bizarre. Want to know what they are? I insist, even if you don’t  Ways to Sneeze
Also wikihow enlightens our mind by saying how to sneeze cutely. I still wonder how one can sneeze so cutely that you would not take your glued eyes from that person. *rolls eyes*
Hereon Sneeze Cutely

2.Some girl called Sahana has managed to woo 50 people ,got married to all of them and even coned them. How is it so easy for her, when I struggle here day and night and haven’t even managed to turn one male-head to look at my side? Shame on me.

3.My other friend who had gone for a vacation to Singapore gifted me a Gucci bag. Oh now wait for it, it’s a fake one (but who knows that ) Everytime I walk on the floor with my handbag swinging by my side with my hair waving behind my neck like in shampoo advert-people turn to stare with that soft question “ who is that girl?”. Whoo I simply love that attention

4. One of my colleague(no names disclosed for my security reasons) happened to put a mokka of the highest order,from which I haven’t recovered yet . So here goes the conversation
Me: need some part of an information
Coll: info
Me: what? *rolls eyes*
Coll: info-part of information.
Buddu buddu* wicked Laugh*
Me: *bangs head on the wall*

5. My roomies fiancé has got her an audi car as a wedding gift. I just gave a heavy sigh as my reaction. Anyways I get a ride on that brand new car next weekend.. vrooommm…

6. They ve blocked facebook again. No comments on this.

7. I ve started watching 7C, Saravanan Meenakshi and airtel super singer. Why? Because I have nothing better to do. Needless to say more.

8. And finding a good cup cake in Chennai is like spotting a polar bear in Sahara desert. Do you get the drift? Let me know if you could be of any help on that.

Am done for now.

SO everyone who snoozed, wake up and leave 

Till then-
Mel

Humor Contest

I was in my second year college then, fifteen minutes before my semester practical exams I realized that I had forgotten my labcoat. Coming from a strict college, I was very sure they would not let me do my practicals without a lab coat at home. My smarty friends asked me to rush to hostel(which is like 5-7 mins from the main building) and borrow one from the hostelites. (Will have to tell you here, that I was in the hostel in my first year but later shifted to my aunts home).

I ran to the hostel and on the way stumbled on one of my hostel friend who was walking to college. Explained her the situation and she happily gave me her room keys and instructed me that her lab coat would be on the top shelf of her wardrobe.

I opened her wardrobe and checked out the top shelf and picked the white lab coat. I panted for breath after the long run, while everyone was already inside submitting their records and picking their experiment sheets. I walked in as I tried to unfold the lab coat and to my horror,I was holding a pure white petticoat.Yes, I had mistaken a petticoat for a lab coat.

After a lot of embarrassment, I was let to do my practical’s without a lab coat for the first time in history of my college.

All I could react was to laugh sheepishly for the next one week till everyone forgot the incident

P.S: Not sure if it would count under humor category

Who doesn't take advantage of darkeness?

Who doesn’t take advantage of darkness? When there is a power cut, all I could think of is to pinch bums. The next moment after a power cut, I would randomly pinch someone’s(who ever is lucky to stand next to me) bum and run away. This continued till the dark day- I was there in some wedding reception in the evening standing besides my mom. At that awesomest moment, when it had gone dark, I happened to pinch my mom’s bum and there was a screech which I easily identified as not my moms. Disastrously, it was some other lady’s bum. Since then I have retained myself from this habit to save other people’s embarrassment.

I must have been eight or nine then, when my dad sent me to the nearby store to buy “1/4 kilo current”. The innocent me didn’t know that it was one of my dad’s stupidest game on me. Even now after so many years, the shop owner asks me “ ¼ kilo current venuma?”

And as days passed, I started entertaining everyone with my epic dance moves and lovely singing voice every time there was a power cut. Once my roomie, locked me off the room when she couldn’t handle the torture anymore. Such is the power of my love torture. Do you want some love too?

And I love power cuts for another one particular reason- which made my dad gift me a laptop. He couldn’t stand any of my nonsensical talks he had to bear during power-cuts. Love him for that.I think that must have been the reason why laptops were born.

And its fun, getting dressed in the dark. Select your favt dress in the dark and match it with your favt shoes.Put on your accessories, if you think anything would go well with it. Try a new hair style, apply masacra, lipstick,kajal and wait for the lights to come back to look at you in the mirror. You will be surprised to see the new you Haven’t you tried it yet? Trust me there is no other ultimate fun in this world.

Now that I have grown, how do I handle these power cuts? I make use of that time, to catch up with my friends and call back all the missed calls I had received since the last power cut.
And not to forget, this has been my conversation starter with people to whom I have nothing else to talk to . “ mine is 10-11..whats yours?” and its easy from there to keep it going.

So what do you do when it is dark? Tagging Kalyani if she isn’t tagged yet

Sorry for not adding links to tag-be kind on this lazy friend:-)

Getting High on Comments

So what makes you get high?

This minute if you ask me, comments on my blog post makes me go high that playing 1000 illayaraja songs on loop would fail to do.

Such is the power. Such is the bond I share with my blog.

I ve always wondered how a simple press on a radio button(Follow Button) could make my day. That defines my happiness here at office.

On the other news, I ve been beautifying PPTs(i.e changing background colors, changing dates) endlessly for last one week. I am so obsessed that I dream about PPT with slides shows. Yes,it is that creepy.

And on reading Aishus Blog, I was reminded of my problems encountered with Maths in my school days. You might call me strange, but I count with my toes too Toes come in to picture when I have a tough problem where I have to subtract any number from 11 to 19 with any other number. Say 13-9 , I always had to bend down to touch my toes to see how many are left over, to give them my answer. So pathetic I was. And my mom(Ramanujam of my family) came up with this bloody brilliant idea.

Little did she know that her precious daughter would get humiliated every time she started to count. I once wore slippers for my maths exam,since shoes made my task difficult. Anyway I digress.
This practice gushes in me every now and then. Recently, the keerai-kattu karan was startled to see me getting uncomfortable with something in my toes. Poor thing, how does he know about my counting habits.

So , Please tell me your weird habits and what all makes you high on my comments section

Writer's Diarrhea

Bits of posts-posted all-in-one to stop spamming your inbox..social service you see..

Off late, have been reading many bloggers tea-table-talk about “writers block” Whom are we kidding here? It makes me feel I have a writers diarrhea syndrome.

Okay, back to the point.The first two posts stay put on my drafts for a long time, which is now edited and posted here. And in the last two posts I introduce to you my giggly girls gang-1.
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Post1: Hunger strike @home

11 a.m

War has indeed been declared. I am not planning to talk to anyone at home today or tomorrow or anytime in the near future. My sister is munching some chocolates which my mom had got after her trip to her home in Srilanka. I saw the fridge filled with chocolates. No no, I would not let me be tempted that easily.

11.20 a. m

Hunger strike. I am going to officially announce my hunger strike at home. This is the only way to make my sis and mom understand that I am not really okay with their impossible ways.

11.25:

Mom is making mutton biryani and chicken gravy. My sisie is doing something with the custard powder. Oh she must be getting some dessert ready.

11.35:

Mom is adding spices and ghee to the biryani. It smells .. ummm… delishus is the word.

11.37:

Hunger strike!!! Who did even think of that? Gandhiji? Anna hazare? It’s a test to my strong will . I will not give up..

11.45:

Stomach makes some weird noise. Ignoring it.
Is it hunger? Nope.. no never.. not that easily mel.

12:00

Mom announces that the biryani is put on dum and is ready to be eaten in next 15 mins

12.15:

Sis is right in front of me with the biryani on her plate. I move to the next room so that I could dodge the smell of those yummy yummy biryani

12.30

No matter where I go in my home, I cannot help but smell them. Moving to my neighbors place for some time.

12.35:

I just got settled with my plate of biryani and the juicy chicken. Uffff… mom has touched base with my weak point. Whatever it is, mom is at her best when it comes to biryanis

Ofcourse, I need not say, the hunger strike starts tmrw after my lunch. .

Post2:Rant alert:

Please read at your own risk.
I am far beyond intelligent, only crazy at times.decently educated, decently payed. Ofcourse, how does it matter when it cant get me a rich, very well educated business man who will forget his mom the second he sets his eyes on me?
Since I have reached the ripe age,i.e 23 and don’t have a handy boyfriend, my family including my younger sister, my cousins, my moms 9 other siblings, my dadas 8 other siblings, their families, their kutti potta kutties(Yes,my family multiplied like rabbits)and also my friends and even their friends have started me to hook me up to some random guy.
Ok confession : I am not 23
I am 24

Post3:Balloon shooting

So yesterday, given that it was a month end and cos all of us had turned paupers(read here) twenty days back- we decided to go to marina.

With only fifty rupees each, three of us walked towards the plank for shooting balloons and agreed on a deal. The one who guns down the minimum number of balloons will sponsor for the molaga bajjis to follow.
Me being the heroic of all, shot 7 out of ten..mind you, all targeted ones(no blind shooting)

Roomie2: shot 4/10
Roomie3: after 5 failed rounds, now looked at me with those sad eyes, like a puppy which needed help

I enter the scene now, and give her all the tiny details I knew about this shooting business.

As instructed, She aims at her half brown-half blue balloon. Holds her breath after she sets her target. Fires.
THUDDDD goes the lamp.

She missed her target and shot the lamp besides the balloon. After all the mercy pleading, we were made to sit like an accused in k3 police station.

What next? We had to call one of my roomies boyfriend so that her knight in shining armor came to rescue his damsel(s) in distress and not to forget,we all got our mollaga bajjis too

Post4:Guindy

Disclaimer: You might have to stop reading it here ,if you don’t like any nasty/gross/disgusting jokes.

P.S: Alert again, stop reading if you have any second thoughts about it and stop judging me once your done with your reading.

VENUE: My room

CAST: Anupa –My new malayali roomie Me: the same devilish person

Anupa: Melani, where is “gundy?”
Me:lol…*breaks into a fit of laughter*
Anupa: Whats wrong? *asks me with her jyothika like big eyes*
Me: Ask me again *continues laughing”
Anupa: where is “gundy?”

Finally, after all my laughing was over. I turned back to show her where “gundy” is. You get the drift?

Oh, please don’t give me that glare now ,for posting such cheap blogs it hurts

This and That

Being immersed in hell lot of work,I have no idea why I had an itch to blog. I ve been trying to find happiness in work since morning, and this is what I found.

Open a big folder
check its size
compress the folder
check the size now
voila, 7.25 MB to 653KB.

Don’t you feel like some magician?

On other news, I just pulled my hair to make a pony and found a big tag sticking to my new kurthi. That too with a big font screaming aloud”30% off”

Have been moving around like an headless chicken like this since morning…my colleagues must have confirmed that am some mad case left loose on the floor…

Sorry for wasting your time… time to unfollow me ,isn’t it?

When was the last time?

Posted by Edel Melani Rayan, Josephine

 

 

When was the last time, you danced for a song when you walked on the road listening to your favt beat?

When was the last time, you ducked out after throwing popcorns at your front row people in the movie hall?

When was the last time, you laughed out heartily that you almost had tears in your eyes and your stomach had started to ache?

When was the last time you sang to someone, though they knew that you were terrible when it comes to singing?

When was the last time, you spent a whole day with a kid-played with the kid,helped the kid dress, took the kid to closest store and bought everything it demanded for etc etc?

When was the last time you flew a flying kiss to a kid(or even a grownup for that matter)sitting in the car at a traffic signal?

When was the last time, you realized that the best things in life can’t be bought by money?

When was the last time, you flirted with someone?

When was the last time , you had your adrenaline rush?

When was the last time , you said “I love you “ to your mom and dad?

When was the last time you did something really really crazy that you would not share the incident with anyone?
 
When was the last time you were content with your life?

When was the last time, you sat doing nothing and not thinking about anything?

When was the last time you were happy for no reason at all?

We have only one dear life ,so live it to the fullest. Haan now what are you waiting for, go ahead and do it…

Till then,
Mel…

I Wish

I wish

Posted by Edel Melani Rayan, Josephine

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I wish

That we had a popcorn machine in our workplace

That I can stay at home and watch tv all day, but receive my pay slip every month end without fail

Or at least I can work at my ease, 3 days a week, 4 hours a day and get paid like the CEO

That I could eat everything I like and still manage to not get fat

That I could comb my hair and don’t find any hair sticking to my comb

That I stop beautifying ppts and start making an actual one

That my growing tummy decides to obey me from now on

That I open my wardrobe and always find something new and nice to wear everyday

That I never had to pay my credit card bills

That I had a lovely boyfriend who is romantic, knows how to cook, also has a good road and civic sense but vanishes every time I wanted to be with my girlies

That I never have to say good bye to anyone

That I came to office by helicopter every day ,skipping traffic

That everything on flipkart was for free

That someone sponsored a world trip for me and my girlies and also for my supervisor to grant me my long vacation leave

That I stop looking at someone’s nose when they are having a serious conversation with me

That every webpage I found interesting was not blocked here in office

That I could write a sensible blog for once

Am I asking for more?

Crap

Last week when I was home, mom pestered me and my sis to clean my cupboard which I had dumped with papers for last two years. Which included right from bus tickets to gems packet covers.

My sis said” you brought Crap for 1200 rupees”

The smart me answered” lol.. that’s what we have been doing for last ten years;-)”

Sis:”but who gives you a bill for that?”

Snatched the bill and turned it backside to see “Crepe salwar kameez”

What were you expecting?

Cupid strikes the two for once- Genre: Romance

Disclaimer: Dude/dudette its completely fiction.

P.S: This is my pathetic first attempt in trying to write something which hasn’t happened in my eventful life. How I wish it was true. So this post is open to criticism. Please don’t mind the loose ends, which I had no idea how to cover up. The whole idea was inspired from the movie Teri Meri Kahaani-where their phones get exchanged while they bump into each other.


So after the train tickets fiasco(Read my previous post), my kind soul (dada) managed to get me a bus ticket to my place. I have stayed away from traveling alone for a really long time cos my brain being a busy place never stops thinking. This time, I can’t brush them off.

I got into the bus and occupied my seat. Opened my window panel and gazed outside and let my mind wander in its own world.

Career and relationships are two messed up categories in my life.

I wonder how people have their whole career plot chalked out. Even my younger sis has a five year plan. I am here in an IT job to which I nowhere relate to. I feel dim that way.

I think I should be a home maker. Not that, I am some responsible person dying to raise three good children. But cos I could live of someone else’s money and watch tv all day. Could even try my hands on cooking. Mind was way too preoccupied with other things.

And relationships, it’s even more screwed up. Why it always, the person you like is obviously likes someone else? Why can’t the cupid strike the two of us together? And on top of it, all the good ones were already taken-either married or committed.

I woke up next morning, with the bus cleaner shouting out the place I had to get down. I got up with the thought wondering why a human mute button wasn’t invented yet. I checked out the time to see it was only 4 a.m.His voice got deafening, as I swiftly fetched my bags. I bumped into someone and happened to drop my phone.

The cleaner guy’s stare scorched me. I picked my phone and got down so that I could rush home and crash on my own bed. It was not even early morning by my standards.

This time my phone rang aloud. I wondered since when I started liking English songs to set it as my ring tune. It was an unknown number. As I turned to silence the ringtone, something hit me hard. It was my mobile number. Me getting a call from my own number? Ridiculous..Panic attack…

Ghosts really do exist?

I answered the call.

Me:“Hello”
He:“Hello Mel?” *its not a ghost, it actually talks”
Me:“Yes, and you are?”
He:“Krish, I think our phones got exchanged in the bus”
Me:“How did you get my number?” I fired without a pause.
He:“Well I did not have to know your number if I was calling my number right?” I could hear him resisting his snicker at the other end.
He: “So let us meet and exchange our phones? “
Me: “Okay let us meet first thing now. I might miss some important calls” I beamed.
*What important call? Nobody even bothers to call me, except for my roommate who calls me when I get late while taking a stroll in the nearby park*
He: “I am a bit tied up now. Can we meet this evening?”
Me:“Okay DSF plaza coffee shop at 6.30? I suggested
He: “It’s a date then” he finished.
He was grinning. What was so funny in this? And how come he is so cool and composed? Does he lose his mobile every alternate day? No panic at al..
Me:“What if your girl friend calls me and I pick the call? ”
He:“ I am single” now yes, the reply was curt..
“Ok bye” “bye”

I checked out the phone again. It was the same galaxy ace which I was using too. But a different wallpaper. A white pearl in a black background was his wall paper. And it was locked with a security pin. Darn.

By 6.45, I walked in and scanned every table to see if there was someone familiar. There was a man in his late twenties, with dark black hair. Tall and dark. Must be 6 feet..He waved his hand at me. There, it was a scintillating smile. I melted like an ice-cream under the scorching sun on a summer afternoon.

He: “hi Mel .. here is your phone” sounded more confident and his voice had its own charisma.
I returned his phone. “Coffee?” he asked.
“Fine.. sure” He placed our order .
Me:“So Krish, how did you know my name?”
He: “Your phone is not locked” he grinned.
‘How dare you could go through my phone’ I thought.
He: “I checked out your phone, to see if I could get some details of the rightful owner” with THAT(Read above to know) smile. He had read my mind.

We checked our phones one last time to ensure that there was no err this time. After an awkward handshake, we parted ways.

Five minutes later, I got a new message alert.

Krish: “Coffee tomorrow? ”

Train Fiasco

20-June:
I am going home in next three weeks. So I will stop washing clothes from today and take it home to be washed.( Yes that lazy I am…)

2-July-Monday:
I told my roomies that I am leaving home this weekend and asked them to make alternate plans.

Tuesday:
I bought a pink dupatta and bottom for the white kurthi I bought last month. Will my sister say I am pretty in that dress?*ponders about it*

Thursday:
I packed my shampoo, conditioner, matching slippers for the white kurthi and checked every item on my to-take-home list.

Friday :
9:00 a.m:
I ping my manager to tell him that I am leaving home and so I have to start early this evening

5.00 pm (DOT)
Walks out of my bay with a glee on my face.

6.15:
Waits with my big bag of unwashed clothes ,for my friend to pick me up from my hostel

6.30:
Just got my idiyapam and gravy parceled. Reminds myself *Mom has asked me to eat only steamed stuff when I travel*

7.15:
Waits in the platform for the 7.45 train to my place.

7.25:
Friend gets me the water bottle and asks me “Have you taken a print out of your ticket?”

7.25.01:
Bites nail like playing a mouthorgan… eyes bulges ten times as the woman who made her Guinness record…thousand questions pop up… next moment they all go in a zig-zag movement.… mind goes blank… almost at the verge of crying as I say “ I forgot to book my tickets”

That awesome I am….

To-die-for list for your Rumbling Tummies

I am a big foodie. Food is right there at the top of the most-important-things-in-life list. I don’t care if all the junk food went right into my butt or thighs or where-so-ever. As long as my tongue is happy, I am happy. Ahem…I am talking only about the food, mind your thoughts. Coming back, my small intestine is a piece of art.

A couple of pounds wont kills us right? Yes, right.

So are you in a mood to get fat? Come, hold my hand. I will take you on a guilt trip and tell you where to eat what ,there by enlightening your taste buds.

For once, let my readers get benefited from my blog.

I hereby present you the to-die-for list. You might agree or disagree to my list here.
But for that you have to try them before you die( in no particular order).

1. Pani puri –road side stall, near KFC,Nungambakkam.
2. Coconut lagoon-Hot steamed rice,Kadala curry, aviyal,Two papads. Extra happiness-karimeen pollichattu.Ask him for a medium sized fish.
3. Gangothri –Strawberry milk shake. Opp to Stella Maris college .For desserts, you can ogle at the random college going good looking girls.
4. Saravavana Bhavan-Appam Side Dish, one plate idly, medhu vada. Finish it with their filter coffee.
5. Idiyappam curry in roadside. Opp to star bazaar,near a small pillayar koil,Pondy Bazaar
6. Mutton kottuparotta in Midnight Express,Mylapore
7. Special anjappar chetinad gravy with idly. Opp to ispahani centre
8. Devils own with ice cream minus whipped cream-Coffee day,ispahani centre
9. Grand sweets- kuzhi paniyaram,annanagar. Served hot between 4-8 in the evening.
10. Jalebi-Sachin ka Dhaba, Teynampet
11. Benjorang-Some chicken wrapped in banana leaf. Don’t remember its name
12. Cream and Fudge Icecreams-Kadhar Nawaz khan road. They make ice creams with Ferrero Rocher chocolates. Carry a heavy purse when you visit.
13. Pasta Vento Bar-Mud pie.(burtkit road,tnagar)
14. Road side Alsa mall sandwiches- Experiment new sandwiches every time you visit.
15. Copper Chimney Fried Icecream-Catehdral road, RK Salai. In the same building as Zaras.
16. Panneer Payasam in Madharas Cafe-Ispahani centre basement
17. Mulberry Banana Shake –Fruit Shop at Greams Road(Annanagar)
18. Cinnamon Rolls-Parafait3,velachery
19. Sparkys buffet –Friday night
20. Karpagambal Mess.-rava dosai near mylapore temple
21. All meat Sandwitza- Pizza corner,velachery
22. Chicken 65 at Titanic. Stall at Marina beach
23. Tuscana Pizzeria-Tiramisu,Khadar Nawaz Khan Road
24. Cauliflower Dosai in Karthik mess. Blue star,annanagar
25. Dhokla at Sree Mithai- a Rajasthani eat out near Vadapalani Saravana Bhavan
26. Chicken sandwich at prima bakery, Annanagar
27. Rangoli-pondybazaar for awesome thalis. Please skip breakfast and lunch if you plan to have dinner here
28. Creamy Donut in sathyam cinemas
29. Chicken momos in Wangs Kitchen with their special sauce made by chef
30. Kobeys for chicken volcano sizzlers.Express Avenue
31. Sandys Chocolate Factory –Khader Nawaz Khan road. Try their chocolate bomb.
32. Schezwanchicken fried rice- near Kfc Nungambakkam,a decent road side shop.

Whatever it is, an OC treat is the most delishus of all….
Last but not the least ” Information is Wealth”

P.S: This is a fool proof list, but it’s not a guarantee if you end up looking at the menu card and placing your own orders.

With love,
Mel.

Pic for Matrimonial Purpose :-)

“ Baby, please put your chin down”

Arrghh, how ironic it is when the only person calling you a  “babe”  is a 40-year old bald photographer.

I was at the photo-studio to take a picture , in my blue sari. I zeroed on the blue sari, when that was the most liked picture in my face book profile. No of likes:60-not joking.

I am a plain Jane and I have given so many pictures taken in my mobile, also the above mentioned blue sari pic to my dad for wedding purpose. But it’s very difficult to convince a dad, who thinks his daughter is some princess on earth. He says ” get me a better pic” as though he is on search for his calendar girl. And my mom wanted a  pic in which I would look like a daughter-in-law  every mother in law would crave for.

So, now that the pictures have come, I wonder who that girl is who I see  in the pic .  A high alert alarm buzzed on my mind.  I shook my head to confirm what I was seeing. Definitely not me!!! At least it doesn’t look like me. I look like an anemic rasagula. I appreciate the photographer has done a fabulous job in making me fairer. How did the photographer manage to come up with something like that?

I wonder the creator learns a little lesson from this photographer, so that all his creation looks effortlessly beautiful.

So my point now here is, why give the boy a picture which doesn’t look like me and disappoint him when he sees me later? What if he reacts” this is not girl I said yes to ,on seeing the pic?”

I am lost here. I am not going to share this pic. But I could put them on my facebook profile and title it as “honestly photo-shopped”?

As I am writing this, I have shared the pic on my wall. Likes anyone?

Why do i Blog?

I have no idea why others blog or how I got into this blog world.  This minute- if you ask me what  my passion is,I would answer BLOGGING.

When I was young, I used to write down on my journal and read it when I was alone. Everytime I read it,I turn nostalgic.Also, I was the only reader of what I wrote
.
Later when I was introduced to internet ,I started blogging. I let others read what I write( not everything tho)

Technically it all started, cos I want others to read what I write.So I Publish them-Yes you don’t need to approach a PRESS to publish your write-ups.More than everything,I had freewill to write anything I wanted to. Nobody would edit it…nobody would question me why I wrote it.. neither does it make me answerable.

Well there are other reasons for me to blog.I write: To express myself. To confess things.To pass the message to others. To convey someone what I wouldn’t tell them in person(it gives me a lot of courage this way).To entice some. To nag myself. To analyse.To share what I experience.

I blog to let others know the ups and downs of my mind and my life.Perhaps, I blog to talk to my inner self. Maybe I blog to astonish myself and others with my WISDOM.

Confusions of Being 24

So Here I am 24.I tell you being 24 is certainly not a nice age to be. You are miserably confused as always(though you are always confused, being 24 is even more confusing).You have no idea what future has in store for you. You are uncertain if what you have is what you want? Or should you ask for more? And all this happens because all of a sudden you are being pushed to the so-called-troublesome-adulthood. You now know you can’t dabaichufy-anyone-anymore. You can’t step out of your life and say I will start from scratch.( idu kallatam, kotta mudala irundu podu!!!)

You no more talk about road-side Romeos to your best girlie .

Flashback:

”machi ado anda black shirt paaru-soopera irukan la?”

 You call someone desperately from your landline-

“hoi sikiram sunmusic paru..alaipayudhey song podran tvla”

Current conversations with friends now are about

“evlo bonus potanga?”

 “enda boutiquela decent nalla salwar cheapa kidaikum?

 Aarrrgghhh. How you wish you never stepped out of college. Your maximum worries then were about your viva questions and forgotten lab coats and shoes.

Your priorities are being forced to change and suddenly you realize that the whooshing sound you hear these days is-the time just flying past you.

So coming back, whom do you blame now?( oh don’t we always need somebody to blame for our own mistakes and problems).Haan jii,yes now I  know. The kootu kalavani was-your own collection of books and movies. Thebooks and movies which has made you what you are now? You realize, that there were certain set of ideals by which you have lived.(at least believe you did) The ideals you yourself built by reading those 100+books and the movies you had watched wasting al the vetti time you had.You wish you could have got a master size bed in all that money you spent on it.(nalla thoonga vachum senjurukalam)

Coming back to reality now, you wish you could just throw all those books out of the window and burn them. You wish you were illiterate or had spent all these years reading Mills and Boon  and Ramanichandran(would have atleast made you slightly a romantic person )

You read Shivkera and he makes you think you can conquer this whole world. And now suddenly all that comes crashing around you when you realize how you were easly fooled, you are nothing but a perfectly ordinary person and how mokka your life goes. You reach that point in life where reality strikes you and you realize that the ideal world exists only in books and movies. It’s almost like the child who realizes that Santa doesn’t gives you gifts on Christmas(that is your dad who hides them under your bed) or Airvoice owner Sanjay Ramasamy  doesnt even glance at you when he waits for traffic signal.
You read books and fantasize a world where everything is exactly the way you want it to be.. You are the strong character helping everyone out there and the one who everyone turns out to for help.(remind yourself-not to read Sujaths novels anymore)

 You build a world around those characters whom you have visualized in your books or the ones you see in movies. Forget making the world happy, you cant even make your close ones feel happy. You are torn by your own ideals (stupid as they are) and the real world (real, loving, amusing and colorful as it is).

So there are two people inside your head right now: one which says” the best is yet to come dear .So stay calm and live this routine nalla-pulla life” 

The other which says-”Who wants safe? Safe is for wimps. Go rekka –katti-paranadufy. So what if you will regret it 10 years later.?Pona-pogudu,at least you would have tried”

Your life now is an all day porratam(struggle) between those two parts of yourself. All your attempts to merge them fail and it’s almost like suffering from multiple personality disorder.

You wish that time flies even more faster-either backward or forward(edho onnu)but surely not to be in 24.A simple decision seems like Himalayan task at 24.

18 was nice. 30 would certainly be nice. But not 24 You don’t want to be 24.Sadly 24 is sad. And worse still is when you look around and you see people handling 24 gracefully and you wonder “How the hell do they do it ? “.

You see people who are 24 getting married and having children and you want to run and hide under your table .(In my opinion somebofy has to ban Facebook in India).Thudikudu bhujam-when you see your not-so-close school friends and college friends posting chin-to-chin photos wid their hubbys.
You cant blame god because you are relationship with him is even more complicated.He is nice to you but never understands you

 You cant blame your parents because they were sane and sensible people, mature and composed when they were 24.

You cant blame your friends because most of them are married or at least they know what  they want when they turn 25.

You cant blame your sister-cos she is more matured than you,even if she is younger to you.

You cant blame your stars because you are skeptical about astrology.
Its just you

Oh my God. (ranting stops) Are you also suffering from quarter life crisis a year before you  become a quarter century old? Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrghh!!! (Going under the table now)

List of Small Little Things that will make you HAPPY

Happiness is a choice and I chose to be happy. I ve been asked so many times how I manage to be happy (tho I have a lot of things to rant/complain about and make a fussy drama about it). So there I had an answer “Small plus small plus big equals “

Path to happiness is not something when you get an Oscar Award or when you get into Harvard University or when you get first bucket in your appraisal rating. Its when you learn the art of being contented with the small little things you experience in every small instance. I have my own customized list of small little things(beleive if fits in yours too) which makes me happy below and I am planning to update it time and again.. not necessarily in the order. You can add your own onto the comments section. Had I known anyone in this blog world, would have started a meme. Feel free to tag anyone from here.

• One hour shower bath-singing and dancing(need not be embarrassed that you are not a good dancer)
• Having roadside panipuri-esp the one,opp to little Italy in nungambakkam
• Reading the last page of a novel(curiosity kills the cat)
• Going home for the weekend-where you can be you,not having to worry about brushing or not taking bath…nobody even cares cos they know how dirty one can get
• When your supervisors are late to office(silently prays that they don’t get to read this)
• Listening to your favorite play list ,that too when there is nobody for your company
• When you read others blog and you feel happy that your life is 1000 times better that theirs
• When you pray and believe that the supreme force is sumwhere around you

• Receiving flowers and gifts(particualrly when you bug your friends to get you bouquets and chocolates on Vday, just cos you have always been single)
• One month countdown to your bday, newyear or any other long awaited occasion.
• When everyone you see wishes you on your birthday
• When you watch a wonderful masala movie(brownie points if its got cheesy romantic lines)
• Day dreaming with super-high-fantasies
• First sip of saravana bhavan filter coffee
• After a Sheekai hair wash
• When they give you extra neck massage in the parlor cos you are friends with that parlor girl.
• Leaning on your dads chest(The security you feel and when you give a damn to this world)
• Listening to peppy songs when sitting on the backseat of a two wheeler over a bridge(even fun when you losen your arms like flying)
• Holding hands with your loved ones.
• That moment when only you still laugh for a joke when others have already stopped.
• When only you find things funny when others are seriously discussing about it
• Girls talk when you get back to your room even if you are dead tired after work
• When you see romantic scenes from movies like Roja,Jillunu Oru Kadhal,Ghajini Asin,Thalapathi(and the list goes on)
• When the road side dog konjuifies you when you get back to your room
• When your old dress fits you perfectly with no flaws(collar thooki-uttufy)
• When all of a sudden you feel you tummy shows only a little bulge.(when it is actually big)
• First bite of pizzas and lasagna in your favorite italian restaurant
• When you dance cut loose(not bothered who thinks what)
• Extra minutes of sleep you get( I keep alarm at 4 everyday to only make me realize that I ve got another too hours to sleep,even more happy on weekends)
• When you walk after rain(provided the roads are neat,try annanagar when metro works are over)
• When someone hugs you when you need it most.
• When someone smiles at you
• Cuddling in the bed on lazy mornings
• Walking bare feet on grass(feeling grass and sand between your toes is the awesomest thing on earth)
• Walking in the beach either in the morning or evening,the cold breeze hitting your skin
• Watching sunset and sunrise
• Seeing a full moon from mottamadi,particularly when its hid slytly behind the tree leaves
• When you listen to entha poovinulum vassam varum song
• When you look clean and fresh all through out the day
• When you get the window seat when you commute by bus
• When your dad brings pepsi home when cooked biryani for lunch
• When you listen to 80’s and 90’s song
• When you suddenly realize how much you are blessed

• When you read passages about kunthavai in poniyin selvan
• When you extend help to someone and see how much they are happy about it
• When your dad takes you out for a ride/drive
• The random song that comes up in shuffle play listand makes you think, “YAY! I love this song!”
• Coffee – any time, anywhere
• Afternoon power naps
• When you smell good after bath with rich soaps and shampoos
• When you find your lost things
• When a kid smiles at you
• When you see colorful flowers(the ones in TCO corridor too)
• When you lie down in the bed happily while it rains outside heavily
• When your mom hugs you everytime you leave home
• When you laugh brushing away your tears
• The thrill when you visit a new place
• Bed coffee
• Evening ginger tea
• Getting absorbed in Poniyin Selvan

• When you smell babies
• When you secretly drink gripe water which is for the baby
• When you chose the right flavor on your hotdog or icecream(especially when your friend is not happy with what they have ordered)
• Getting rid of the tight clothes when you reach home(which you have managed to wear the whole day,for the sake of looking good)
• When you find the right fit dress on super discount sale
• When you stare in front of the mirror and find you beautiful at that particular day/time
• When you come in formals forgetting its friday today( so that you need not work one more day)
• When you draw on a misty mirror
• When you sing-and when the only audience is you.
• When you see wonderful fireworks(though you have principles against child labor,you forget them when you lookat the sky)
• When you hear birds chirp
• When someone laughs even at your stupid jokes
• When people call you sunshine or any other cute names
• When you get the the last spoon of dessert when shared with soemone
• When your office crush talks to you
• When your hair is naturally bouncy curly when you are right form your bed
• Someone gives you a lift from office
• When your office toilet is dry and clean
• When your roomies/siblings are bunking office/college,so that you need not get up early to use the batroom
• When you watch green trees or shrubs or plants or wateva green
• When you happily stretch your push back seat to lean
• When your office bus driver stops exactly where you want to get down thereby you needn’t have to walk much
• When you weep seeing a movie(recommended:PS I love you,sweet November,Vanatai pola,Unnai ninaithu etc)
• When you can surf OC/free WIFI
• When you lick the left overs on a chocolate paper
• When you exactly remember how you spent every penny after a shopping marathon(ask a girl and she knows how tough it is)
• When you have chilled bournvita in one single gulp
• When your friends declines your incoming call and calls you back(haan jii,saves your money)
• When somebody compliments you,be it for your dress, hairstyle ,nailpolish or anything you hardly noticed in you.
• When you can walk easily with your high heel(no embarrassment of slipping)
• When you sleep on a clean bedsheet

Keep adding:-)

Miss You Harish

This is my first “Miss You” blog I write and I make my silent prayers to the one in heaven that I wouldn’t have to write one more like this .

I write when I don’t raise my voice on an issue, when I don’t know how to react to a particular situation ,when I am helpless and when I think out aloud..In a nutshell my blogs are the outcome of my inability, my helplessness on things that happen around me and about what goes out of my control.
 I ve lost him now. Another sad plight where I was able to do nothing, except for being a mute spectator. I miss him terribly and i want to put it in words so that I would feel better.

I was in Adyar cancer hospital to visit my friends kid admitted for a tumor surgery.My heart melted.This was when I had my calling. The calling to unveil the meaning of my life.

A week later, I walked into Adyar Cancer Institute for the Kids. I spoke to Dr.Ranga there who told me that i could work part time here. There was always shortage of volunteers here unlike other ngos.
I walked through the whole corridor of the hospital. Only then I realized that the kids here were quarantined. Their cancer cells had put down their immune system completely. Unlike other kids they stayed away from their homes, they never went to schools, they never played for long hours(not even minutes), they were always dehydrated,tired and that their taste-buds never sensed anything anymore.
I chose to teach those special kids.That was on my second day when I met him. He sat for my evening class and i was reading to them when i heard a feeble voice
.“akka enaku vayiru valikudu”(my stomach hurts)

 I went near the six year old kid and the next instant he twirled in pain clenching his stomach, I ran through the long corridor screaming loud, so that the warden could hear me. The doctors then took the kid to the emergency room. I was then told that the kid was suffering from stomach cancer and his digestive cells are not functioning anymore and wouldn’t make up more than a month. He was fighting hard against this evil cancer. His parents had a ray of hope that he would go through a miraculous recovery and had not taken him home

.The next day I got him a Ben-10 t-shirt( I assumed every kid loves ben10). Little did I know that these kids were never exposed to cartoon channels. I was embarrassed when the kid asked me who Ben-10 was and when I had no clue either. I gave my usual sheepish-smile. He said with a smile” paravala,irundalum ungalukaga potukuren akka”(anyways I will wear it for you)

He wore it next day for the class and had been my favorite kid since then. He was sweet, he was naughty, he questioned me about everything, he was on his laughing fits every time I sung for him, he kissed me every time I asked for one, he walked me till I stepped out of the gate every time I left the place.
I have never helped someone when they were sick, when they puked(even when my dad was sick).I have never held urinal pads, I have never stroked a child when it sleeps, I ve never prayed for anyone else’s well being and I was doing all of it here. For the only reason-God had given me another chance.

It was then when all my life puzzles fell in place .The reason ,why I was in chennai leading my life aimlessly , why i had never made wise decisions in my life earlier, why I had left every opportunity let go,why I am not married yet and most importantly it answered my question why I lived in this planet.

Last Thursday, the kid was on its death bed and was taken home.I was called on Saturday night to see him. He lay on the bed unmoving; the kid had shooting pains all through the day. He was tired and still managed to smile at me. I controlled myself not to cry there. I dint want to hurt him. His parents were already wounded. I stayed there all night singing and reading for him. I was  not able to come back to my place even on Sunday morning.

I wanted to pray for the kid for a painless death. I walked out of his home and visited Santhome church. I sat there for hours-don’t know how long, when I finally gathered myself to walk to his home. I saw him lying wrapped in a white fabric-on the coffin box.

It more than 24 hours since this has happened and I am still not able to come out of this. Why did GOD not heed to his prayers? Why doesn’t god treat everyone the same? Why so much of indifference? Why cant GOD acquire all drunkards and smokers life and spare this kids life? Why doesn’t god give us brainy heads in this world and let them find a cure for this terrible life taking disease? All these questions in life remain unanswered.   

Getting Started About Me

HI I’m Melani.

The End.

Oh wait, you want more? =)

 I’m just a 20-something girl who has one foot here on fantasy and one foot on reality,in whose life reality never meets fantasy. I dream all day for self-amusement and am addicted to happiness. I am not what I studied, I am not what I work, I am not what I dreamt I would be.Its still okay to be that way and I believe in sin and karma.

 I love music. And books. And clothes. And food. And music. And shoes. I love Poniyin Selvan and the movie Kanda Naal Mudhal and my blog is a place where I write about all of these things, and a whole lot more! My mind is a busy place, and writing helps me to de-clutter my head and perhaps find some clarity.

I have maintained an internal blog all this while in my office and importing all the posts to this public blog , so that i give you my gyaan and wise words for your happier living too.

 I hope you like it here. You’re welcome to stay for as long you wish.

cya...