Friends For Life !

I never thought the time would come for me to say bye to my family and friends,but alas it has.. so i guess the decent thing to do is to take the news fairly in a nice manner and move on... at this moment i would like write about this special,wonderful and equally painful friend of mine without whom my life would have never been the same...thats DJ (she feels being called so,is coool...lol )..

hey DJ the stuff below is purely emotional, so be ready with your tissues before you read.....okkkkk... here we go ;)

I first met you in my neighbor's place, you posed yourself as a calm,composed,shy girl...i swear you were all those things initially ...but once i got close to you things were different... i understood you had the capacity to scare others to death with your immensely loud laugh or your exceptionally large white eye balls..lol..

We have always been partners in trying something new...be it dance,music or math class..we stayed long enough to understand the simple fact that we were "JACK OF ALL TRADES BUT MASTER IN NONE"...;) but the fun we had is something unforgettable..

There was a small gap of about 2 years in between,during which we had no clue about what the other one was doing..it was partly my fault and i know you were pretty pissed off with me.. i am soooooooooo sorry for whatever happened..i was totally in some other world wherein i did not know how to make you participate..

And again when we got back together in 9th on the so called "pretext of studying ",things were back to normal...i am so glad we were given a second opportunity to grow the bond of friendship and be for each other..

As things got moving, we were blessed to see the worst side of each other which made us grow closer and not a inch apart, as it usually happens in other cases.. you were there for me in the worst of the worst situations and also in the few most beautiful moments of my life..for which i cant thank you enough...

I can never forget the innumerable sleepovers we had at each others place..seeing endless romantic comedy movies,and eating what we could lay our hands on and screeching and screaming for no reason and making unrealistic plans like waking up early in the morning and going for a walk,the "lets talk about feelings" sessions,the vigorous walks in the boat club road while bitching and cursing about each and everything in life,the countless photo sessions,the nice masala tea we used to have at midnight in between the movies,the almost successful shopping trips,the bear hugs and sweet butterfly kisses,the fierce shuttle cork games,are all few things which i can never experience with anybody else.. rather i don't want to..

I always loved fighting with you..not because i hate you..but because i love making up and almost forgetting the fact that we just fought like crazy animals ;) These stuffs always gives you a feeling that someone loves you in spite of your dents..

I am usually not the type who expresses things emotionally unless and until wanted but i decided to write this today because i know if things are not said now, who knows probably i would never get a chance to say it again..

I have no clue how i am going to manage living through a day without your constant "baby boo whats up", "darling ass","dum ass,piggy gal" messages,or looking at the clock at sharp 7 and thinking what the hell is she doing without coming home??or without seeing your blushing face that always carries a wide scary smile...

I guess the separation is a tricky stuff to test the strength of our friendship... i am sure we both will pass without the slightest iota of doubt..

On a final note..hmmmmm hmmmmmm hmmmmmm.. what do i sayyyyyyyyy ????????? nothing other than LOVE YOU SOOOOOOOO MUCH (doesn't say everything ) ;)

Screw the Bloddy Male Chauvinist Pigs...

The below content is purely a narration of an incident and is not written to offend any gender and kindly excuse my language.....

It was one of the worst days of my life so far.. the day started fairly well.. i had gone out to finish some work with my friend and was returning home after a visit to the plant nursery and getting one of those beautiful samanthi plant.. i was driving at a reasonable speed.. when i had to take a right to enter into my flat.. i slowed down my speed to 5 km ... and just when i was making a half U turn.. i saw at a distance of about 5 m, a bastard coming in the opposite side at 45 km speed ...i instantly screamed asking him to slow down..he tried doing it, but due to his speed he was unable to stop the bike .. and it hit the front of my vehicle and the the next thing i knew was , i and my friend were on the ground.. with a vehicle on one side.. all badly bruised..

My BP level rose too many levels high.. and i started screaming in the middle of the road not really taking notice of the crowd that has encircled us(bloody typical Indian useless crowd).. everybody including the driver himself, knew it was his mistake..but he refused to admit it.. i did not leave him there, i continued to verbally abuse him(something which i have never done before in public)and i even pulled his bike and demanded him to pay me compensation for the damage done to the bike.. as usual the bloody f***** male chauvinist pig asked to me go to hell and challenged me to do whatever i want and walked off as if nothing ever happened..

i looked around and still there was this jobless useless crowd standing around me and gaping at me as though am a gorilla in the zoo.. amongst the crowd most of them were men
( at least thats what they call themselves), what shocked me was there was no single soul to support me in a neighborhood were i have been living for the past 20 years..

I am a person who always believed in women's power and never accepted the so called fact that men are superior to women.. (i still don't agree) i just realized that if i had been a man then things would have been different.. i would have either hit him badly or taken away his keys and walked off till he payed and begged me for pardon.. ( am serious)..just because am a women and because i live in a bloody conservative society i had to keep my fists to myself and walk inside, in fact even the abusive shouting in the road shocked my friend and she considered it as an unwomanly act..

That day i regretted for not learning karate so badly that i wanted to start right away (this time my mum asked me to go to hell)..

I walked back home, half in tears and frustration.. my father promptly gave a "complaint" to the police. its been 2 days and there is no update or any action taken against that guy...

For the first time in my life i regretted being an Indian.. i guess its dam easy in India to even a kill a person in an accident and walk off as an innocent ass hole.. i kept thinking how the same issue would have being handled abroad.. i felt ashamed to be living in a country where the law and order are washed away somewhere down the drainage system...

When i was blowing off my top and reciting the story to my cousin, he "jokingly" asked me to get a licensed Gun and try shooting such people.( i knew the comment was made to cool me down)..i had a good hearty laugh at the time, a moment later i was thinking "God, How am i ever going to survive in such a country for the rest of my life???"

Thank you prayer!

It was a typical hot boiling summer day in Chennai ... i stormed into my home from the scorching sun. i was very tired,extremely hungry, and totally pissed off.. i walked across the hall cursing my college for not being open on the day i wanted to check my results.. i was thoroughly annoyed as i had to go all the way to college in bus,only to know that the college reminded closed that day..

My mom who was a bit relived that i would not be coming back home for the next one hour and was lazily chatting with the house maid,she was startled to see me an hour early and all hungry and on the verge of tears..she started to quicken the process of cooking...after what seem like just a few seconds..she was in my room with food all ready...still my mood did not change...i grabbed the plate and started attacking the food..

When my stomach stopped growling and was nearly half filled, a thought struck me.. have i ever been able to control my hunger? have i ever been able to control my temper when my stomach starts throwing tantrums..Then how do people in Africa,supposedly to be the most poverty stricken country bear all this?how do they continue to live when they are denied the most basic amenities of life like food, water, and shelter.. how much they would long to get what i have now...i mean even at least the half of it...

All of a sudden guilt overwhelmed me, i put my plate aside and washed hands.at that moment i thanked God for giving me wonderful parents, a beautiful home, and almost everything a person would wish for..

I prayed for those deprived people and promised i would do everything i can in future for the cause of such people and try to make their life a little easier..

As these thoughts were still running in my head,my mom popped in and said "have u finished eating!!!you had very little, you would be hungry later", i smiled and thought "i probably had much more than i should have had"..

The Moonlit Beach..

As i walked in the vast expanse of what felt like a never-ending beach..my feet experiencing the hotness of the sand,with music playing in my ipod, and with the chattering of my sister and her friend in the back ground ,i lost myself in thought..

My thoughts went through the same few questions which i keep asking myself as to "why such a thing happened", "why did this not happen","what would have happened if things have gone in a particular way",etc ..the answer to which i knew did not exist..even though my mind tells me "it had to happen that way so it did", my heart still keeps searching for answers.. thats when i understood that "The logic of the heart is absurd."..

People around me are talking,i can hear the sounds of the waves as we are near the beach,but my heart and thoughts are alien to whatever is happening around me..questions,wondering 's,anger,possibilities,what if - thoughts, keeps going in my head in a vicious circle.

Something cold and smoothing touched my feet,i looked down and realized that we have finally reached the sea after what seemed like an eternity,and it was the cold waves which was caressing me.

For the first time ,i looked up and saw what was happening around me. still my sister and her friend and their blah blah was invisible.. what caught my eye amazed me,made me stand still and wonder if anything else could be much more beautiful,made me forget all the emotional trauma i was going through,and put me in a confusion as to where i was and with whom,it was nothing else but the full yellow moon showcasing its beauty on the even more beautiful sea.. the reflection on the sea water was so perfect and so full of compassion.

The sight gave me immense joy,a huge ray of hope,a feeling which rightly cannot be put in words.That moment something inside my heart said

"Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known,so just wait and watch."

i was so jubilant as if i have attained everlasting peace and actually forgetting the fact that only few seconds ago i was grumbling in frustration.

At that precise moment the words of "Christian Nestell Bovee"-popped to my mind which goes like..

"When all else is lost, the future still remains."

Thanks to my companions who left me totally undisturbed and letting me enjoy those few minutes which made a difference in the way i see things in life.after few murmurings from my sister about its time to go back, i rose to leave,and made a deal with God nature that " i would come back again on few occasions with such pessimistic, never ending vicious circle of crappy thoughts,but i expect the same kind of gratifying experience i had today,as if nodding in agreement, a cool breeze blow my way taking away the last few wrinkled lines off my forehead ..

RAINBOW

hey this piece of writing is totally dedicated to my college buddies who has borne with me silently for the past three years..we named ourselves " THE RAINBOW" ...we decided this name as we are seven in number..

Initially we were in different groups..and after almost a month of the reopening of college,we got to know each other and thus started the journey of fun and friendship. we are seven different people with seven different lifestyles,attitudes,thinking,taste etc..but yes we did jell on pretty well..

To give a brief introduction of all the people...

Niru (Me) - non stop nonsense,spends most of the time in loo(according to my friends..plsss dont believe)loves music,reacts late to things,needs things to be repeated a zillion times before understanding the hang of it ...

Janani - a patient girl with lots of love for her family, ultimate mokkai at times, pretends as though she never got a mokkai just after receiving one and continues with her story ,a very appointed gal ( courtesy - miss.janani)..lolz...

Preethi - a girl with a lot of capabilities to handle big responsibilities,loves to give lots of mokkai's to people whenever possible,introvert in many ways, extrovert in a lot other ways,rarely gets the enthusiasm like that of a child and acts crazy...lolzz..(remember: the jalsa song )...

Lavanya - a yap yappy girl, just like me ...can start talking easily but finds it extremely difficult to stop,loves vetti and mokkai talk, talks in english when she gets angry...lolz..always the first one to make up after a fight....

Saranya - extremely committed and loyal to few things in life,gives a lot and expects the same amount of stuff from others,moody,loves to kalaichuphy people at the right moment not missing a beat...

Kp - sweet loving,carefree girl,loves to be in the lime light,amazing dancer,emotional,up coming star...lolzzzzzz.....acts like a kid most of the times,one of those lucky people who gets marks without hardly touching the book (of course with a little help from kanmani....lolz..), and runs at the word of "project"..lolz..

Swarna - calm and composed girl, rarely shows her emotions..a silent killer i mean she is a girl of few words but kills people by talking at the right moment at the right time and says something which can never be forgot by the other person on whom she comments..lolzz..,she keeps the phone when someone talks in english.

so now i guess the introduction would have shown a clear picture of how the people in the "RAINBOW" are like.

Three years have flown too too fast..It still feels like the first day when i felt all alone after DJ left..but things worked out better than i expected and i had the most amazing few years with you guys..

i can never forget the vetti talk sessions during the market research periods,the innumerable plans we make in order to make one single outing successful,the serious bingo games played during the SDM presentations,the large number of so called model poses given at various occasions,unsuccessful group study sessions,the famous flicking of items in the name of SAMI PEN,PAPER,etc...lolzz..,the adithadi sandai for booking people to drive each others bikes,the late talk sessions at the parking lot,the begging and pleading to make people coordinate for a outing,all of us talking at the same time in a conference call ultimately creating a ciaos and noise pollution,the little pangs of "J Factor" that we get when someone tends to get a bit close with others,the imaginary figures we assume to be stored in the "FUND" which in most cases does not hold more than 200 bucks ... i can keep on mentioning....

we have had our share of fights,arguments,tears,agony,misunderstandings,dissatisfaction,etc..but all those things looks so silly and small now...the small little incidents that has happened between us taught me so many things which i can never forget for a lifetime..

Thus to sum up and end my longggggggggg essay..... i would like to say that you guys rock and each one of you is special in your own way to me...plsssssss keep in touch...thanks for being with me and sharing the most cherished moments of my life..love you loads... :-)

My First Step All Alone!!

I guess its been really long since i blogged...where is the time between hectic schedules like eating, sleeping etc .....tooooooooo tiring....lolz...jokes apart...i have been wanting to blog for a long time, but hardly had a minute or mood to think about it..

So now the mood is all set, and the thoughts flow is at the right level to pour out...so here it comes.......

I was pretty happy when i got the first call letter to attend an interview at ICFAI in Hyderabad for a MBA seat..

So off i went all alone for the first time with a lot of apprehensiveness,insecurity,tension, happiness...etc etc...you can add a whole lot of emotional crap to this list..
I was at first too scared at the thought of managing myself the whole day..now i understand how freaked out my mom would have been while bring me up.....lolzzz...all

I was concerned about not trying to act stupid and end up looking like a fool at any circumstances..(which i am very capable of)...lolzz...

One look at the girls and guys who were my co-candidates freaked me to noo ends .most of them had turned up with either one of their parents..and i was all alone and felt too small and little amongst them..almost like a school kid waiting behind the big bullies for a chance to get the audition..

Of course they were a few good souls who were sweet enough and made friends with me and stayed with me throughout the day in spite of my mokka and vetti talk...lolz..
we formed a group of 5 people..amongst them i was the only girl and the only non hindi speaking human...that day i realized three things

1)to learn hindi (if i have to survive in Hyderabad /Bangalore)

2)how irritating it is when people walk straight to you and start talking in the language you hardly understand as if the world is filled only with people knowing that one language...

3)how ridiculous it is to hear people talk english as hindi,tamil,gujarati,or marati...

It was one big agonizing day ...the process took the whole of the day from morning 6.30 to night 9.00...the first part was good as i was with my acquaintance...second part was bad as i had to go through all crappy procedures like giving a presentation, waiting for like three hours before the interview..only to be ended up with finance based questions posed by the interviewer...(exact contrast to my marketing background)...and the third part was a mixture of stuff like..happiness,a bit of disappointment,tooo much of exhaustion etc...wherein i had to wait for my results for like a eternity...

I got through IBS bangalore...which is a pretty decent campus, but i actually wanted to get into either Bombay or gurgoen...but i had no regrets ..whatsoever..at the end of the day..all i wanted was good food and a soft bed..but i got more than that..i had the opportunity to meet nice people,had a chance to improve my socializing skills, and yeah the best part...got a shot of vodka from my uncle as a reward for going through the tough day all alone..(it was actually to knock me down,as i would not just stop talking about what happened the whole day)....lolzzzzzzzzzz....;-)

Bombay Trip!

I was extremely excited when my parents decided to take a week off and attend my uncle's 60 th birthday celebrations and i was on cloud 9 when i heard my brother was coming back home for a short visit and would be able to spend a week with us in bombay. i had the most amazing one week which turned out to be a welcome relief for me from a hectic and tight schedule.

so off i went with a big dreamy smile thinking all about the fun we would have and without the slightest guilt of leftover submissions and a big list of things to do.

when we reached bombay, to my surprise my cousins vijay and kartic had also turned up for the function, i instantly knew the party was gonna rock and that we would surely have a awesome time..
though we did not have much time , we visited the gate way of India and the marine drive.. which was totally cool...and yeah we had gone to shiradi sai baba temple which was some 3 hrs drive from thane....

The party took place at a open resort uphill ,which literally felt like a forest.the night was dam cold and breezy.

At the party,i was for the first time treated as a grown up lady and was offered vodka which i took without much fuss :-)

It was really after a long time that all of us( cousins) were together so it felt so good and nice.we all turned crazy and partied hard till midnight, then stayed up late chit chatting,seeing photos and videos.

During that one week we made it a point to eat as many vada pavs,pani puri, and bhel puri's as possible and as if we would never see food for a entire lifetime.

Remembering the fun we had makes me wonder if we would be able to gather in such a large no and have so much fun ever again.

Totally to sum up, it was a great amazing week , something which i can never forget..dunno how much it meant to my other cousins, but it meant a lot to me..

Saying bye to everybody and especially to my brother was pretty difficult.

While i was just dreaming how great it would be if all of us can stay in the same place and same way forever without no commitments,no deadlines , no project submissions, my cell phone rang bringing me back to reality and plunging meanly into my fantasy world!!