I wanted this to be really special. I was thinking of a different way to put this up. I squeezed my pea-sized brain for ideas. The thought always lingered at the back of my head, no matter how important other things were. But still the ideas remained constipated in my mind.
Everytime I thought I had something good in the process, the thought failed to mature beyond a certain level and I would be back to the same place with a blank head. The thought my blog turning into a Nothings & more Nothings led me to desperation. I started to feel guilty that I was doing injustice to this space. I would religiously visit this baby of mine everyday, look at the shoutbox which has now successfully transformed into a spambox. The statcounter was going good. The comments were less, but steady.
And now at the end of it all this sounds like utter fiction and probably crap too.
But this milestone is special to me.
Yes, this is my 100th post !

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Alright, college has begun and its not half as bad as I had expected it to be. Its thrice as worse as I had expected it to be ! To start, my class is located in the middle of nowhere with fans that creak with every revolution, a bench that is a perfect example of frictional force, a board on which no writing done with chalk can be seen (who looks at the board anyways) and a whole bunch of jokers who call themselves as lecturers and handle the world's most boring subjects. I seated myself comfortably next to a window in one of the back benches and of course I needn't tell you what I do all day! I have so much non-academic work to do once I reach home, so I compensate on my sleep at college and during the tediously long bus journey. Anyways, in the last 3 days, I've decided that I have to get used to this lifestyle atleast for the next 3 years. There are zillion other things that are more worthy than academics and I'm not going to let this boring college life affect the other entities. I am what I am and I shall be what I want to !

Amen !

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A lot has been written in the blogsdom about the blasts in Bombay, I've not got more to add than what already has been told. The Mumbaikar spirit flames up and engulfs all the misery and fights back with an undying passion. I was more worried about a relative who commutes by the rail mode and the moment we got the news that she was held up at work and had to take the next train, we calmed ourselves down. Cosmic vibrations I'd call it or maybe sheer luck.
On a much different note, here is a friend who takes me for inspiration to join the blogger community. Welcome aboard Krithika. And as for that inspiration, I'm sure, after spending considerable amount of time in the blog world, you'll have a longer list of inspiration !! (:p)
And my personal life is going towards zilch. College reopens in a week's time and the feeling that I've done nothing worthwhile haunts me again. But I've enjoyed the last 2 weeks really well. I met a few long lost friends, consoled a few, sorted out a misunderstanding and almost salvaged something very dear to me from disaster.

P.s :- I'm looking at a template change if not atleast a few noticeable changes. Change is good !

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7 year old Nandana walked into her contemporary duplex house with a beatific smile on her face. The reason for the big grin was clenched tightly in her little fist. A cup testifying her first place in the singing competition held in her school. She walked in screaming- "Amma, ammaaaa, where are you?" Probably amma hadn't returned from office yet. She ran to the telephone and dialed the ten digit cell phone number. "The person you are trying to call is currently not reachable" repeated the electronic voice. Nandana called up her father's office next - "Daddy, I won the first prize today" she exclaimed excitedly
"That's good darling, now I'm a little busy, we'll talk later baby"
She hung up with a long sigh took the cup upstairs to her disabled grandmother's room. Nandana never liked the room. It smelt of dettol and had the most dull and vapid interiors unlike the rest of the house.
But the moment Nandana walked in, her grandmother stretched her arms out and said - " I knew you'd win Nandu, I'm so proud of you my angel ! Will you sing once again for your grandmother?"
And the smile that was swept off from Nandana's face a few minutes back, lit up the entire room as she sang for her grandmother.

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After a 6 year long wait, Radhika's sister was getting married. Radhika was seated close to the dais looking at the proceedings. She was tired of the multiple rituals before the the holy nuptial knot was tied. People came and went. She was looking at them all until her eyes settled on this man seated diagonally across her. She had never seen him before. Probably the groom's relative, she thought. She gave him a warm smile and he returned it.
She turned her gaze towards the dais. Her sister was smiling ever so quaintly at her husband to be. They made such a cute pair, she thought.
Radhika looked again in his direction, and their gazes met. He was looking at her constantly. Her heart started to beat out of its cage, everytime someone looked at her that way. He'd never seen anyone like her before. Her appearance tugged his heartstrings. She felt uneasy about his obscure stare. He took out his handkerchief and patted his forehead. A few moments later someone whispered something into his ears and she noticed his mouth curve into an "oh".

Who wouldn't feel sympathetic when you are a quadruple amputee?

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A year back, a teenager was introduced to blogging by her friend. She was enthusiastic to get her cryptic mind to churn out some quality stuff and the thought of personal cyber space was way too exciting for her. There she sat, reading all the blogs that her friend had suggested. There were quite some good writers out there and they were really serious about what they put up on their blogs. She started thinking if she would be able to do justice to her space. She didn't want this to be yet another blog. She never liked being a face in the crowd.
But something propelled her to start one, and she started writing on a daily basis. She waited for comments. There came none. She crazily bloghopped and very sincerely left a comment on their posts. Then she started believing that she wrote only for herself and it mattered only to her. A few friends commented religiously on every post. But there were a few who would comment, only if you commented on theirs. Ha! Slowly she forgot about the comments. It didn't matter much to her. She decided that her blog would testify her transition. Later she added statcounters, put up a shoutbox, enrolled for the google adsense for the technological transition. She made some real good friends and learnt a lot in the process of keying in those posts. There are lots of things that made no sense to the world, but meant a lot to her.

Today she sits here typing her 93rd post on the day of her blog's first birthday.

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Aug 24th 2005.
That day is etched in my mind. The day I walked into my campus with a totally apprehensive mind. New place, new people, unfamiliar territories, it was a new beginning. I had my doubts if I would be able to manage all this. Is engineering for me? Its a rat race that I'm joining. I would still be a rat at the end of it. I put aside all these thoughts. It was hard to not let them haunt me.I missed my friends from school, I hated it all. I began to rue my fate.
But then I've grown to accept all this and do note, I'm not saying that I'm liking it. I've just gotten used to it. Semester one passed by and in semester 2 I again started doubting if I had made a mistake. But then all this is over. I've got to finish my course and get a life of my own. I've climbed 2 rungs in the engineering ladder and in the process have learnt a lot of things. Am mentally, academically, physically, spiritually an year older and atleast definitely possess a maturity level higher than what I did last year.
And this blog will stand testimonial of all this.

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Sumana was the single mother of a 14 year old Riya. The unexpected demise of her husband in a plane crash had nearly swept the ground from beneath her feet. She was struggling in the moribund city life to cater to her daughter's education expenses and other needs. Being an advocate didn't have many monetary advantages.
She fought cases and solved almost everyone's problems, but was quite unaware of what was happening in her own house.
Riya had grown up all by herself. She longed for her mother's affection, but Sumana was too busy making ends meet that she was resorted to communicating with her daughter through calls and notes pinned on the fridge. The rift started widening slowly. Riya secluded herself from everyone. Nobody bothered about her. Everyone only seemed to care, no one really did. Her life was so neatly messed up now that nobody could set it right.
Then he came. Slowly, stealthily, like a crook. She smiled at him, he smiled back. Riya was happy that atleast he came to her. She spilled her heart out to him. He proved to be a patient listener. She embraced him and found her peace. Eternal peace.
Sumana cried as she lost her daughter and only hope in life. Death, again! How would she survive this one now?

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Update:- Thank you all for your sympathies. My thumb is fine now. Environmental engg was the only paper where I had so much to write and I wasn't able to write. Now my thumb is fine and I can write, but have nothing to write. Makes no sense eh? Bah! Exams finishing on 15th. Lots of posts in mind, let's see how many materialize.

Lady luck has always conspired against me in times of need. It is only yesterday that I posted here about me writing a long paper on the environment. Minutes after posting I jammed my right thumb between the lift doors and sported a nice cut behind my thumb nail. After a long tirade from mom on being more careful atleast during exams, I settled down with the book in my lap. I took out a paper and tried writing. The wound stung and I winced in pain. I left it at that and started to rue my fate.
The moment I saw the question paper today morning, my hopes soared! I actually knew most of the answers. Now came the tricky part, I had to write. I held the pen, took a deep breath and started on with what Genetic Diversity meant. It wasn't bad, the wound had healed partially. I swooshed my way through almost all the long answers. That's when the bleeding began. Damn! My bandaid had came off and my palm was sweaty. I had a full section remaining with 10 questions. I wiped my hands on the tissue I had. Blood again. But the tissue was doing a good job of sealing the wound. I managed to put in the key points and submitted a blood stained paper.
Bloody paper that was! Sheesh!

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"When things seem unsure, anxiety heightens."

I've realised a few things in life are worth nothing at all.
I've realised people who really love you, never show it.
I've realised words can never express the inner feelings, tears can.
I've realised people close to you, don't really care, its the ones who are unknown are farther.
I've realised that its taken me 18 years to realise so much!

But better late than never !

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I can't believe I'm actually blogging about something I had dismissed as unimportant a few years back. Health and Nutrition it is. People who know me might actually raise an eyebrow at me talking about this, but I really don't know the reason for this sudden epiphany ! I had never been a skinny girl. I was healthy with no ailments except for a high tendency to get my bones broken once a year! (:p) The first 12 years of my life was spent in Delhi and I actually started adding some flesh only after my first major fracture in Chennai. But then dance classes helped me keep fitness where it was supposed to be. But of lately with no more dance, I've been forced to take up activities like aerobics and enrolling in a gym to keep that flesh in place. Dietary control is something I can never handle. Leafy or fat-free foods don't interest me and chocolate and ice-creams are something that only saints can avoid !
So according to me the only way is to fight those calories off is to burn them ! I hope I stick to this routine atleast. I'm so fickle-minded!!

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It all began with me asking my dad to get the set top box installed two years back. The Shahrukh Khan festival was going to be telecast for one whole week. Not a valid reason. Fine,Star World was going to air the last season of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Cliched eh? I know. I'm a friends(the soap) fanatic. And Michelle was growing older on Full House. I know all this sounds so indolent and my father put me off by asking me to prepare for my board exams!
Now today if I go back to him with the same plea, he'll turn me down saying that the government is planning to take the system off and its wiser to wait. I have started to depend upon DD ,Sahara and Pogo to watch movies!!!!!

And I have to mention the climate here. Boy! Isn't it weird? A few months back, we had water running like rivers on the roads and now a weeks back it was scorching. The heat is slightly showing signs of abatement. Or is the sun playing peek-a-boo??

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After all those encouraging comments, and my own addiction to blogging , I really couldn't stay away from this. I'm coming back with a poem and yes this is just a feeling not an experience !

Love is smiles
Love is tears
Love is full of doubts & fears

Love is cruel
Love is kind
Love is very hard to find

Love is near
Love is far away
Love is not about being together all day

Love is slow
Love is fast
Love is always there to last

Love is about being daring
Love is about being bold
Love is more precious than gold

Love can succeed
Love can fail
Love is like a fairy tale

Love is a reality
Love is like a dream
Love is so beautiful & serene

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The last few days were really testing times for me. I was on a emotional high but now am slowly riveting back to normal. But I have no hopes that things are going to be the same way any longer. I've grown to assume that anything good that happens to me comes with a big price which I can't afford. Life's becoming monotonous, posts seem mundane. This blog is probably breathing its last moments... HOPE is such a misleading word.

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"When the world gives you a thousand reason to cry, show the world that you have a million reasons to smile"
Procrastination is my middle name. I wish I had done things earlier. I'm running a race against time. Trust me it feels as if I'm walking against an approaching storm. Its all rosy and silent, until the mad wind comes and devastates everything in its way.
Tomorrow happens to be the last working day of my semester and also happens to be Day 1 of events of one of my most closest cousin's wedding. I have no other choice than to miss the function in the morning and get all my records signed. I'm so glad that Friday is a holiday and I would not miss the tying of the nuptial knot. I have my model exams starting this Saturday. That's like 7 exams in 3 days.
After that the university practical begins, followed by my university theory exams from 28th. Blogger isn't going to see much of me for a while. I'll be back after a brief hiatus. I need a lot of moral support and the courage to face all this. And yes I see a moment for the Prayer Club to be conjured!

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I got reminded about the tale of the hat vendor and the monkeys as I was crusading along East Coast Road last night. I know there is no relation between the both, lets just assume I decided to think about monkeys and the first thing that popped into my mind was the story about the hat vendor and the monkeys ! We're all familiar with that right? Well, let me add a sequel to it.

40 years after the death of that hat seller, his grandson takes on the legacy. He works really hard and makes better hats.On a hot summer afternoon he too falls asleep under the same tree which once provided shade to his grandfather. When he woke up, as expected the hats were gone! Ah! His grandfather had told him what to do, he removed his hat and pelted it on the floor. Much to his astonishment, the monkeys didn't do so. One of them came running down the tree and told the hat vendor which left him boggled.
The monkey said -
" I had a grandfather too who told me what to do !"

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Poetic words escape me,
I know not what to write,
I'm working harder than ever
My schedule is very tight.

I wonder what to post after so many days,
Imaginations are gone without a trace,
Ideas do seem to mound,
But nothing that is profound.

I know not what else to say,
Attention to other work, I need to pay,
Do pardon me, its the heat of May,
I shall be back soon with something better to say.

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"All my bags are packed and I'm ready to go...." croon the Aerosmith band on my player. I think my player has earned my sixth sense, being with me. It seems to select the right song according to my moods.
Anyways, for all those of you who just let out a big sigh of relief thinking I'm going, save it ! I'm just going to college after a long long long leave. I won't call it vacation. It seems as if the weekend was just extended for a few weeks. After week 1 of sulking, week 2 of planning, week 3 of disappointments and week 4 of fun ! Yes, that's exactly how I spent a month! All the fun came at the last moment, making me want more of it and now I sit hopelessly and totally uninspired to attend college tomorrow.
One half of my mind says that I have just 20 more working days and I should give it my best coz I've had enough. The other half screams that it wants more fun ! I have no idea which one to listen to.
I've no other choice than to attend college for those 20 days, but this reckless attitude isn't going to help me!

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Why is it always difficult to get rid of something as trivial as a withered flower or a pen that no longer writes or anything that has some close significance to you?
I was de-cluttering my shelf today, and I found a sizable number of a myriad of things that I didn't want to throw away.Ranging from old slam books, post-it pages, a few diaries to broken stationary, a ripped toy and lots more... The things that I did not want to throw away seemed to outgrow in number than the things that I actually did part with. As I flip my old diaries, I can almost visualize myself living in those moments and the transitional change that I've undergone. I also got hold of a few tapes in which the conversation between my cousins had been recorded. I was almost ROTFL when I heard their squeaky voices and not to leave out my guffaw and snide remarks in between.
The broken or useless branded goodies might clutter my house, but the memories that I can associate with each one of those paraphernalia is absolutely priceless.

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Lets rewind a bit.
Let me take you 7 years down memory lane. Its a breezy evening of August. Its around 9 in the evening. We get a call from a frantic cousin who asks us to come over to their place right away that's just a stone's throw away from our house. My parents and I rush over. The porch light is off. Strange. The drawing room was rearranged. Strange again. I went in first and stood transfixed in my steps. There was a absolutely amazingly cuddly, drooling, tottering fawn colored Labrador pup trying to walk its way from one end of the hall to another. I was literally dumbstruck. My affection and love for dogs surfaced immediately. I learnt from my grinning cousin that the pup was a month old. The fella (pup) could hardly walk and kept landing on his belly for every 2 steps that he advanced. He was already showing signs of being obdurate and adamant as my uncle tried to coax him to drink his doggy syrup. Cerelac wasn't helping either. He was christened "Teddy".
Fast forward to the present.
My aunt and uncle have moved to a new flat from their independent house. And Teddy doesn't like the change. He feels restricted. There is no place for him to move about and keeps sniffing the new place. The change is pretty hard for him. The crammed 3 bedroom apartment with its furniture doesn't fancy him, he seems to want space. Today I'm furious to know that, a few members of the apartment's association approached my uncle and have asked them to give away Teddy. The reason? He barks. What nonsense? The kid upstairs who wails all day goes unnoticed. But a dog isn't allowed to stay for a simple reason that he barks? Its absurd. I feel like shooting the guy who came and said that -"get rid of ur dog, he's too loud". Well is he ever going to understand that it will take anyone for that matter to accustom themselves to a change? And its just a dog. Doesn't anyone sympathize with the other living species? I'm appalled by this reckless attitude of certain souls in this world. I'm ashamed too that I coexist with such heartless creatures! Bah! I can't stand the idea of Teddy going to Blue Cross. Where will those pets go if such absurd rules are brought about in apartments-
Do we send dogs and cats to the zoos?

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My mind is clogged and I know not what to blog!
So, let me tell you the story of how I brought my blog back from the kiss of death ! (:p)

About 2 years back there was an article in the newspaper about blogs in detail with a few specified links. I was excited about having my own space on the world wide web and crapping about all that I wanted to. But then when I visited those links, I was flabbergasted. People were writing sensible stuff !! I thought I should stick to my good ol' journal and hit that "back" button in the top left corner. I didn't want people to start thinking - "How could such nutcases come and just blab away here?" Bah! Ignorance !!
An year later, a super cool friend of mine, with whom I happen to share similar interests, gives me the link to his blog and asks me to comment. Well, I still remember that post of his about kids who sold those yellow dusters at traffic signals. I was thoroughly touched.
A month later I create my own blog and start writing. Exams come up and I forget all about blogs. After the exams I decide to rekindle my blog and I realize that I've forgotten my username, pwd and even the name of my blog!! (talk abt irresponsibility) I created another account. After more than a year of owning an idle blog, I start posting. What I had when I began this post (Writer's Block) had caught me then too.
A week later I post a poem I had written over 10 years ago, and these 2 totally unknown fellas leave a comment behind. My eyes were literally out of their sockets when I thought that ppl had actually read that and commented?!?!
And today, I qualify very well to make this cliched statement -
"... and the rest is history " ( I feel like a cinema star) (lol!)

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In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all and often it comes with bitter agony.
Perfect relief is not possible, except with time.
You cannot believe that you will ever feel better, but this is not true.
You are bound to be happy again
Knowing this and truly believing it, this will make you less miserable now.
- Abraham Lincoln

The above verse was just a reassurance to myself that things will get better.
My trip got cancelled due to some personal reasons. Guess am back to being jobless at home till college reopens.
A very happy and prosperous tamil new year to all of you !

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Bye Bye Bloggers and Non-Bloggers who visit me here.

I'm going away until Sunday on a trip with my cousins. Considering the fact that I was sitting jobless for so long and was making life miserable for everyone at home, I jumped at the offer my cousin gave me to accompany him. Its been pretty much a long time since I went out of the city, so the change is most welcome!!! So no posts for the next 5 days. And of course I won't be around for Tamil New Year, so here's me wishing all of u, a wonderful Tamil New Year !

Disclaimer: Comments asking for pictures or travelogues will not be entertained. Comments like We will miss you are most welcome !! : )

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May 8th 1999
It was a fine day with a light breeze and a perfect evening to play. My enthusiasm for playing and love for outdoors took me to Guindy Park a few years back with a bunch of family friends. After spending considerable time on the swing and glider, I moved onto the monkey bar. I wanted to show my friends how strong I was despite my skinny appearance. I started my climb.The wind was singing slow hums and my side locks were being swept into my eyes. I felt as if I were flying . I tried in vain to push them aside with one hand, but by that time I had reached the centre of the bar. My other palm clamped with sweat lost its grip on the bar and I fell 6 feet to the ground and landed hard on my right hand.

There was no pain at all. But the moment I looked at my hand, the set of bones linking the thumb to the fore arm felt squishy. It looked alienish with my thumb hanging loosely without the support from the adjacent bone. I rushed to my friend's mother and showed her my arm. She gasped and before I could ask anything else, I was whisked off to the orthopedic centre. My parents came rushing to the hospital. The moment my mom saw my boneless arm under the X-Ray machine, she got hysterical and the nurse had to sedate her to calm her down!!
In the Operation Theatre all I remember was a sharp prick on my unharmed left arm and some lady placing a mask on my face. I was asked to inhale deeply. I did feel funny at that moment. A ticklish sensation ran through my spine. I don't know if it was due to the cold metal table I was lying on or the anesthesia.
When I woke up I felt groggy and I imagined a dozen people around me.Someone was patting my head. Some instrument was attached to my finger. I thought I was hallucinating. But a few minutes later my head cleared and indeed there were a dozen people in the room staring at me and that was a pulse counter on my finger !

2 days later I was sent home with a huge PoP bandage covering my entire hand. I had to visit the doctor once a week and had to get my plaster replaced thrice.
The worst part was, I wasn't able to write even after the final crepe bandage had been removed. But the best part was that for those 3 months, I was given royal treatment at home !!

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With less than a month for the university exams and less than a fortnight for the practical exams, I realized from posting the last entry that deadlines for the record submission are nearing. Now that means I have to write a abysmally long screed called Records!!
Circuit theory with its kolam like diagrams and calculations that run to pages. Oh ! I hate this !
Electronic Devices with its diagrams that make no sense and graphs that look really amusing on the lab manual but the way they turn out in the observation is totally absurd. I've been manipulating every graph value to get atleast something similar to the one drawn in the lab manual.! Hmph!
The terrible part in this whole process is that, none of these labs belong to my department. I just have to do it for the sake of proceeding to the next semester.
And so I began my record a thon and still I'm on.
Wurshtesht nelamai !

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Why is it always that when the deadline nears, you remember that so much of work is pending? Well, you can ask what were you doing all these days? But then time passes so swiftly that one moment you feel bored that you don't have anything constructive to do or feel like doin and laze around the whole day. But then suddenly one fine morning you realise about all that is left to do, and you blame all in the vicinity for it !
Well anyways, I attained this enlightenment over my 2 hour telephonic conversation with a friend.

P.s: Attention spammers, I have removed Word Verification coz it started generating sentences instead of a few alphabets. Now if u fellas are gonna be back, well, what more could I do, I'll enable it back on !!

Anyways despite all that is left to do, am off to watch Kuch Kuch Hota Hai on TV now ! Hail Doordarshan !

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Making plans within the click of a finger is what my dad is known for. Suddenly at 8 pm he says we're having chinese food tonight !
I'm not a food connoisseur, but then I couldn't stop myself from posting this from the dinner I had last night.
The decor with its soft lighting and a few touches of contemporary Chinese paintings and motifs were found everywhere. The waiters in their smartly clad black chic dresses glide effortlessly between the tables and catering to all your needs.
The spiced lettuce, sugary cucumber and the Chinese tea which is nothing more than warm water boiled with cloves and mint is on every table as a compliment.
Being a vegetarian can be quite a hindrance when it comes to Chinese food. We had Crispy corn and golden potatoes as starters along with Sweet corn veg soup. I couldn't stop myself on those corns and got half full by the time we reached the main course. Well, the main course turned out to be Garlic and Capsicum Fried rice with Hakka noodles in Schezwan sauce. Teamed with all this was a Munchoorian dipped in sweet n sour sauce. Truly mouth watering!!!
By the time dessert came, I was sure I would not eat for the next 2 days atleast.
But when I saw Daarsaan (thick flattened fried noodles bathed in honey) along with butterscotch ice-cream. I forgot about all that I had eaten.
The bill and the stomach was content and I must say the service is really good. So if you Chennaites have a inkling for Chinese food, we can boast of Mainland China !

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It was one of the very important days in his life. Chetan had been waiting for this day for a long while. As the day neared, he found himself striking off days on the calendar in his room. As he looked around his room, he saw all those things he had so proudly owned till now. He had a long way to go ahead, but still. There was no more room for the past. It was time.
His parents had carefully looked into the nitty-gritty of the party details. A banquet hall in one of the most posh hotels in the city was booked and even the decor and food was selected according to his choice. They made sure that Chetan would not have anything to worry about that evening. They wanted everything to be perfect.
It was already 6 pm. Chetan went into the shower and rubbed himself squeaky clean. As he descended the stairs of the hotel, he looked absolutely stunning in his navy suit ,a light blue shirt and a shade darker blue tie and shiny twin tone shoes.

The party lasted only for 2 hours, but Chetan's parents decided it was a triumph afterall. The children ate too much of the Mickey Mouse cake and puked all over the Persian rug, they fought over the toys and cried themselves hoarse when their balloons burst.
Despite all this Chetan tried his best to be a perfect host, handling himself with great dignity and aplomb. What more could you expect from a child on his 3rd birthday party ?

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Today as I see this little girl and her grandfather play in the park I'm reminded a lot of my Thatha. I've spent most of my time with my grandparents than parents, hence my partiality to this man. A multi-faceted person that he was, would be able to talk with a 6 yr old and a 60 yr old on any topic under the sun. He was unorthodox yet had us stick to our culture and ethics. He has been my inspiration, role model, teacher, philosopher, guide and the best of all a real good friend.
Love for music.
Enthusiasm for writing.
Passion for books.
These 3 things that he passed onto me, now form a major 2/3rds of my life.

His morning prayers still linger in my ears.
The way he used to call me his princess.
The long walks in the Delhi parks that he used to take me for.
The manner in which he used to make me recite poems. (My love for poems continues)
His major attraction towards stationary and art forms had us musing in Landmark for hours together.
His fervour for experimenting new things.

So much unsaid, but then I'm sure the next 4 words will explain it all.
"I Miss You Thatha"

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After 3 consecutive polambal posts, I realised that this place is starting to seem like a cribbing forum and Somethings & Nothings will ultimately become Nothings & more Nothings if I don't stop it. So am back to my cheery disposition despite all the crap happening around me and the temperature on the rise in Chennai.
Now that I've got so much time on me; I seem to be spending most of it usefully by sleeping, playing, listening to music, watching my newly acquired season of Full House and trying my best to finish reading the Lord of the Rings.
My cousin gifted me all the 4 LOTR books for my birthday and I've been trying my best to get past page 75 of book one. I never seem to be having this problem with any other book (even my college books). Guess I'm going to ditch it and get back to watching Full House.

Awww, Michelle is so cute and did I mention John Stamos looks just awesome. *drool*

p.s: All of you who owe me a birthday gift for the last 18 years, get me those google amukks.

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Words are lost,
Uncertainity prevails,
And all is reduced to ashes
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When will the Phoenix appear?

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This day, last year. I was done with my board exams and was way too busy attending strenuous yet redundant AIEEE classes for 6 hours at a stretch everyday.
But I remember with what fidelity I attended my Physics tuition classes. Almost the whole of Psbb (my school) used to attend Mr.Sundaresan's classes. He was a great disciplinarian and punctuality was something he insisted more than studies. We were made to go back home in case we were late even by a minute. Completion of assignments on time and scoring above 65% in the class tests was mandatory. All of us used to dread his assignment discussion classes, where he would randomly ask people to give the answers to the given problems. If you hadn't solved the question, you had to submit the same problem done about 20 times.Another thing that I always admire about him is the way he remembers the name of each an every student who attended his class. (80 per batch and there were 2 batches per year)
More than the knowledge that he passed on, the passion for the subject that he imbibed in each one us was terrific. I used to loathe Physics until my 10th standard. But today I owe everything that I learnt in those 2 years to him. Be it, Punctuality, Moral Values, Principles and of course the love for the subject !

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Thanks people, All your wishes have materialized atleast momentarily for me !
Today's exam was cancelled and tomorrow has been declared a holiday. (Yaaay! ) I feel better too. Is that a silver lining in the clouds ?? Now I hope that I don't have 3 exams on Monday!

In the midst of all those exams and over-worked schedule of mine, I found time to play around with some colors. Yup! Holi celebrations with friends and neighbours. I wasn't able to play for long, but I managed to get my blue shirt, face, hands, nails and ears turn pink.
I've tried my best to scrub it all out, but as always it takes 3 days or more.

Like whatever King Midas touched, turned into gold.... that day whatever I touched turned pink, which includes my neighbour's cute little doggie too!!

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Almost 12 hours at college
Mid-term exams after college hours on consecutive days
5 hours of sleep
A sore throat
Fever
Experience is all that I have to gain withstanding all this.

Life just ain't just too rosy at this moment !
The times ahead will bring better moments.... I hope!

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After a week long of what was called self-deserved leave. I'm going back to college tomorrow. The next few weeks are going to be really hectic and with my 1st year of engineering coming to an end with mid-May, I'm just too glad to be getting rid of a lot unwanted theory papers.
Just to chronicle all those agonizing moments with
*Useless Engineering Drawing in Semester one
*Boring Enivronmental Engg in Semester two that proved as Poetry writing sessions for me
*Complex Circuit Theory
*Bidding Physics and Chemistry adieu with this sem. yaay!
*I hate Math syndrome continues
All classes are going to be resumed in full swing, so posts might become irregular. Oh! how I wish I could let this moment last forever.
Do take care of my blog and shoutbox.

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Vinay was one guy who was never able to look at a girl and speak a few coherent words. He was brought up that way, his life void of girls. His interests were nothing more than Sports and his dear friends. All through the day he used to roam around the city on his bike. Neither Vinay nor his friends could ever imagine that one day he would fall in love. But the inevitable happened.
Sunanda was the daughter of Vinay's father's really close friend. She had grown up watching him. Sunanda was the most trustworthy person her friends could ever come across. Never did she believe that she would be liked by any boy despite several proposals that she dutifully declined. Vinay always held a special place in her heart. But then, she never had the guts to ask him. Now was her chance.
She stood at the beach, her long wavy hair being blown in all directions by the salty wind. She had checked her mobile's display screen for 2 things umpteen times in the last few minutes; a call from Vinay and secondly the time. He was late already. She was getting nervous. It was his first ever moment with a girl alone. She wanted him to be comfortable around her. Ah! Finally, he appeared like a speck at the bend around the corner. Her heart started racing. Her eyes followed him on his bike. He had crossed the place where she was standing. Damn all those instructions that she gave him about where she'd be standin! He parked his bike a few yards away and marched his last few steps to a relationship where he lost his single title. He still didn't have the guts to look up at her. He dragged the last few steps with his head bent. He knew it was now or never. He looked up and saw the girl he had been silently admiring all his life. She hadn't changed a bit.
Do I deserve her? Will she be happy with me? Does she like me at all? All these questions were answered by those longing eyes and that smile on her lips.

P.s: Long time since a romantic post, that's why !

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Yesterday is History
Tomorrow is a Mystery
Today is a gift, that's why we call it the Present !

And so goes the tag line of the following gifting site.

www.amohagifts.com

Kudos to my aunt who conceived the idea and materialised it all by herself.
Spread the word ppl !

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Suresh had been married for the last 20 years. His was a small family with his wife, son and an ageing father. All of them were going through a very delicate phase in their lives. Each one facing a different sort of trouble magnified in their own way.
Suresh's father had spent over a month in the hospital after being diagnosed with Cancer. The Chemotherapy making him weaker day by day. But he didn't lose hope. He kept fighting against his illness.
Despite being from the upper middle-class society strata, Suresh was bogged down by debts and he had none to share his burden either. He was working overtime and pushed his last penny to keep his family intact. The once bright and radiant face of Suresh's had baggy eyes, dark circles and lines of tension engraved across the forehead.
Suresh's wife Gayathri was running between 2 worlds. She was the submissive, gullible, soft-spoken, responsible home-maker. Gayathri was a person who struck a terrific balance between work and family.
Suresh's son was the apple of his eye. He would do anything for him. He was attempting his board exams in a month's time. The tense atmosphere at home didn't come to his rescue either.
Suresh was in a state of mental imbalance with so many things on his mind. His brain simply refused to co-operate with him anymore. The pressure was building up.
One fine morning, after visiting his recovering father in the hospital, he came to his cabin in his office and saw this one mail from his friend that just said -

" Hope is all we have when everything falls apart, Use it well ! "

That was the magical phrase. It shed light on a lot of void space in his mind. A whole new vista opened, showing him numerous ways. Energy multiplied. Plans propped up in his mind. Hope gushed its way into him, reaching every cell, every neuron in his body. All because he had forgotten that one word that now added so much meaning to his life now, H O P E !

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All the fun, high spirits, screaming, bunking, and the unusual routine has taken a U-turn and has bid adieu for this year. Lethargy has started to creep in and books seem to alienic. Sitting in class for the whole day seemed so wierd.
Adventure comes in the form of an Electrical Workshop Lab which I've started dreading now. With all those big big instruments and complicated circuits, I sit looking nonplussed with a bunch of bulbs and wires in my hand. If I had more hands, they would be found tugging my hair in all direction. My partner in crime is no better either. So ultimately at the end of the 3rd hour, I somehow figure out what to do and manage to get my observation book signed after several entries in the breakage list.
It seems exams have been advanced this semester due to the elections. Accepted that college days will not return again, but then I feel its time to move on.

Life is just too melancholy and monotonous now.

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The busy days have finally come to an end. When have good things lasted long? Hmph!
I witnessed my first ever college- level cultural show yesterday. It was our college culturals and unlike the other institutions, we compete between our own departments. The competition is on par as the population is pretty large with more than 15 departments. Each department is given 40 mins to showcase their talent. There are the Highlight Performances apart from that, which is supposed to be the best.
We, the freshers perform as a separate team and are always the 1st to perform. That always gives us an advantage to look at the rest of the show uninterrupted.
I must say, the stage was simply mind-blowing, the DJ playing Fanaa in between performances, and the list of the chief guests was exciting as always. Gracing the occassion with their presence were the following stars-
1) Grace Karunas with her Seena thaana had the crowd dancing and screaming for more.
2) Srikanth who said that he didn't even attend his own college's culturals and came to ours.
3) Suchitra, who sang a fusion of all her songs and wrapped up with the cliched "Semma hot machi "
4) Chinni Jayanth who sang Aalavandhan, his 1st musical debut on a stage and of course he mimicked Rajni and Kamal.
5) And finally a bear like Dhanush, who passed on the words of wisdom given to him by Superstar.

The show began at 8.30 in the morning and went non-stop and ended at 10 at night. Atleast for me it worth all the tiring hours through the week as my department won the overall championship and also the Most Creative Performance Title. It sure was a delightful moment when they announced that -
"The Department of Information Technology wins the Overall Championship for the third consecutive year"
Screams, Howls, Whistles, Drumrolls, Claps and the numerous voices that cheered and yet were heard as one.

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When there is a combination like Mani Ratnam, Sabu Cyril, Rajiv Menon and Vasanth, you just can't cook up excuses. As expected, the set was magnificent and majestic at the huge Jeppiar College grounds.
The show was late by an hour, the introduction being a recorded video that had Revathy thanking a long list of people. The black and white stage was graced by a huge projector screen in the background that sported different pictures, sometimes even motion pictures as backdrops for every performance apart from the huge theme prop's like bridges, pillars, swings, trees and so many more. Each theme got better as the show advanced.

The night began with a kathak dance sequence by Banupriya and moved on to 60's and 70's songs performed by Prakash Raj, Vineeth and Shreya(of Mazhai fame). Interjected was a fusion performance by danseuse Shobana. The 80's songs started with Shaam dancing to the tunes of Ilamai Idho Idho... the disco set was a marvel to the eyes. The next performance came as a shock to most of the crowd. A fat Simran and an emaciated Simbu dancing for Rakamma kaiya thattu. The jhatak matak of Simran seems to have lost its charm. But the crowd continued cheering.
The show resumed after a break to hear Blaaze sing his rap going with the theme of the night. When Blaaze sang Adankaka, the crowd went berserk. With his accent and the tongue twisting lyrics, we were more than grateful when he went back to his rap.
I'm really sorry, I attended the show only till this performance and had to get back due to an emergency.

But I must admit, Sabu Cyril had done a brilliant job. Each song had a different look. The costumes were beautiful and looked graceful when teamed with brilliant choreography by Kala and Brinda. The old songs had used minimal colors, the majority being Black, White and Red. But as the era modernised one could spot more of Gold, Pink, Blue, and more jazzy shades as it advanced to the current period.

I missed Kamal Hassan's performance!! sigh sigh.

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The last few days have seen the other side of me, the busy side. With the intra-department culturals round the corner and the sports week going on, I've been engaged in a lot of work. I have registered for so many events, that I even forgot which ones I enrolled for. The lecturers also don't seem to take pity on us and and are breezing through the syllabus in a mad rush just to finish the portions. Yep, my semester gets over by mid-April. It seems like I was cribbing about E.D just yesterday and my 1st year is about to come to an end in almost 2 months. Maybe its because of all these activities.
Today I was on my way back from college and this cute little boy hardly 3 years old comes running to me and pulls my dress down. I bend down to pick up the little fella and he asks me to take him for a walk around the apartment. :o) I agree and soon I find myself surrounded by little angels each one with a request so honest that you just can't deny them! Oh! Kids, they are such pure and wonderful souls.
Ah! But I'm reminded of all the work left in the moribund life. Nothing good ever lasts forever.
This too shall pass......

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He is my love,
He is my friend,
Don't mistake me about what I intend.

Distress, Joy or Anger takes me to him
Emotions about to overflow, they are reaching the brim.
Things galore he has to share,
He is one among the many about whom I care.

Numerous secrets he does hold,
Many more of them are yet to unfold.
You are reading about the one whom I told...

Mr.Bloggie is what I call him
He's my love, my sweetheart, my darling !

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As you people would have noticed, I've made minor changes in the appearance of my blog. I've made it look all monochromatic. Black and White, 2 of my most favorite colors dominate the blog along with a hint of grey here and there.
I tried finding a template that would suit my needs n tastes, but all I have is a day's time and very little patience. So, I kept the basic template and tweaked around with colors.
I also found a picture for my blog title that seemed in sync with the name "Somethings & Nothings"
Doesn't it have a retro feel to it?
Do drop in your comments and suggestions.

P.S : The cliched shoutbox also has been added. So scream away....

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Everything in this world is created twice !

First, in the mind

And then, later before the eyes !

Dream your life

Make dreams a reality

For you deserve every moment that you live !

The best way to make your dreams come true is to

WAKE UP!

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Yaaay! My 1st tag!! Here goes,

6 weird/random facts about me :- (dunno how wierd they are)

1. I'm the only girl in a family of giants.
2. I like talking to dogs.
3. I can't study unless I clean my room inside out.
4. I am not home-sick!
5. I never cross my 100 SMS per day limit.
6. I mix up languages while talking. English+Hindi+Tamil+Malayalam+Telugu+ some more crap which I can't figure out myself.

I'm not the angel of mercy, but anyone who doesn't know what to post can take up this tag!

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She felt the hands slipping away,
She struggled to hold on,
Time was not a friend this way,
She tried it all, but in vain.

He was longing to see her,
Monochromatic was his life, until she came.
The distance was not helping either,
Times can be so unpredictable like water droplets on a window pane.

State of the art technology,
Wireless communication,
Slick gadgets, nothing can ever compensate
For the times spent in recollecting the memories with a loved one.

He was gone,
She was lost and broken,
The search has just begun,
Lots to discover, boundaries to cross, feelings sunken.

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With the results much to my surprise, a 85% aggregate has me grinning for the last 24 hours. So much that, even my cheeks hurt now. Anyways, with that I saw the end of a tortuous E.D. Ugh!! How I hated it. This time I've got 3 electrical lab classes, which is no way related to my department. But I'm sure anything could be better than those diagrams that I couldn't even comprehend.
We began Sem-2 today officially with MGR's birthday celebrations in our campus. Gracing the occasion were "Gabtun Vijaykanth", Director-Actor "Bagyaraj", comedian "Vivek" and a not so popular stunt master.
Guess classes would resume in full swing from tomorrow and that means getting back to a tight 11 hour schedule. Which also means, I need to wake up at an ungodly hour of 5.30 in the morning.

How I wish I could fast-forward my life!!!

Disclaimer: I barely scraped thru E.D. Just Escape!

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I'm being such a paradox. I'm bored of sitting at home and doing nothing, yet I don't want college to reopen on Monday. In the last one month of the so called Semester Holidays, my social life was varying from 2 to 4 on a scale of one to ten. But still I enjoyed every moment of all the nothing I had to do. And yeah, it is quite a task in itself to sit and have nothing to do. Now, I don't want to disgress by explaining how I had nothing to do, despite my sudden realisation a few days back that infact I did have quite a bunch of errands to run. I'm rushing off with those now and also trying to relish every moment.
As I sit before the eerie glow of my monitor in this wee hour, all these vivid thoughts come rushing into my mind. Had to pen them down, so do pardon me.
Hopefully, from next week, I'll be having something better to blog about considering the amount of nothings that I've posted over the last few weeks. And hey! I justified my blog title too !
Also as I delve deeper into engineering, I could do with some luck !!

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Prudent thoughts creep into my mind, now that college reopens in a couple of days. With the books putting on weight as I climb the next rung of engineering, I delve into my shelf for the hall ticket. All unfinished tasks are remembered now, and with a solo performance from mom every morning on the procrastination theme, things don't seem to get better !
Trepidation creeps in as I read those little words printed
"Results will be announced on the reopening day"

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I hail from a tall family. Err.. A family of tall people. Atleast my generation is. I don't know any genetic theories to support this, but here's my go at it.
My grandfather was tall. My grandmother is short. My father and mother are of average height. Now don't ask me what average is... Its a relative term in this context.
All my cousins are over 6 feet. Giants. LOL ! But then I don't know why, I've always had a fancy for tall guys. ;-) Maybe coz my family consists only of tall guys?? If not all, atleast most of them.
After swimming, cycling, walking, jogging, skipping, jumping and stretching, I managed to reach a decent (well I presume so) 165 cm. Of course some credit should go to my family for the genes and DNA and blah blah blah.

But now, the "grow taller" syndrome is getting back to me. So, of lately I've gone back to a few of those above mentioned routines. And the difference?? It seems slow, but definitely was worth a try.

Well, I'm taller by a centimeter now.!!!

P.S : Do I take all ur comments at THE CHANGE to be applicable for this post too?

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The day I received a comment on my blog, I was surprised that someone actually was reading all that I was crapping about. That's when I started becoming conscious of what I started posting.
This guy Sujith was the person who was the lucky one to comment 1st on my blog and the only honored soul who has commented on all my posts.
Sujith you're the best. You rock. (Do you? )
His posts have a personal touch (err maybe coz they are?) and can have u in splits. Guess that's natural for jokers like him. A sensitive soul that he is, he was slightly troubled by the readership of his blog. A really lazy bum that he is... he hates the concept of posting regularly. After much nagging from none other than me, he would get bugged and post something which by the time you finished reading, the rains itself would have stopped in Madras.
Anyways, in case people who are reading this, do visit Sujith here and let him know that we chennaites also visit people of other states.
And for the selfish geek that I am, another post is in queue. Do read that too. And Sujith, keep commenting and do continue posting atleast at a higher frequency. There are a few deprived souls like me who do visit you. ;-)

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Its been a long time since I tried my hand at romantic fiction after THIS. So here goes something out of my attic.

"Love is something that can happen to men and women who know each other" When she read the quote, she found it really amusing. The thought of falling in love with a person she knew all her life, seemed farce to her. Her brain started rolling out names of people who were possible prospects. Just then her mobile beeped.

He was leaving to Kodai with his friends the very same day and had thought of messaging her before he left. So he pulled out his mobile and messaged her 4 little words "leaving now, bye bye". Message delivered. He was too pragmatic to consider the notion of falling in love.
But both of them didn't realize that, this was the starting point to the change their lives were about to undergo. She messaged back.

All his friends were in several stages of sleep. He wasn't able to sleep, thanks to his nocturnal habits. He messaged her again from the bus. She wasn't like before today.
There was a major power-cut in her locality and she couldn't sleep either. Just then her mobile beeped again.

The messages kept pouring in. All the emotions within them started pouring out. Both of them thought they knew each other really well, but everything proved wrong that night. Neither of them were bothered about their phone balances being screwed. The roaming charges for him and the postpaid non-free SMS pack for her.

Topics untouched were being spoken. He found a new person in her. She felt like talking her mind out to him. Thanks to all the communication gap between them which was being bridged now. She was battling against herself whether to ask him or not. But by the time she decided not to, her fingers had already reacted faster than her mind. The message was sent.

"I've always liked u, I tout u didn't like me" He knew no joys like this, when he read that msg from her. He replied... "Ofc not, I've had a crush on you for so long, I tout u didn't like me" She was too shocked to beleive her eyes when she saw his reply.

The 4 hour messaging session that night, had brought in a new dimension to their lives. A change in which both of them are living today. A change that neither thought would ever happen to them.

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2006 has begun well.. Touch wood!!
A caring family
Loving friends
Mouth watering food
Gifts galore
Numerous calls
Uncountable messages
A few mails
A bunch of cards

But still its not the materialistic things that matter to me. It pains me that I'm not able to spend quality time with my dad. My most beloved cousin is oceans away from me. My best friend is leaving the country. My little nephew is learning to crawl.
Here's the bonanza -
College reopens in 14 days and that means I have to face the ramifications of my exams in 2 weeks.
I hope all this is a reverie. I'm going through a myriad of emotions now. I wish I could alter time.

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This post being my last for this year,
I'm bidding 2005 adieu
Without a tear, but with a cheer!!

Thanks 2005, for all that you gave me and put me through. It sure was a nerve-recking year, starting on a nostalgic note with the farewell in school,
Board Exams.. Results followed by a long wait for the admissions.
How can I forget the 5 month long holidays that defined something called FUN !! */Grin/*
Then the fresh start of a new life in a place called college!
The new people.. new friends.. mid-sem exams.. model exams.. and finally the end of semester one with a month long holidays until Jan 16th.

With the new year on its way, A time so fresh, Moments unexplored, Faces unseen, Joy limitless>>

2006, here I come. You better be good! !

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The moment I tell people that I'm the only daughter to my parents,

And the moment I add on that I'm the only girl child in my whole family,

And next I say, I'm the youngest of the lot,

The immediate response is " Oh! A pampered girl !"

But I definitely don't think so.

Family.. Relatives..Cousins.. I've longed for these. Not that I'm orphaned.

I've grown the first 11 years of my life away from relatives, just with my parents and paternal grandparents. I do remember occasional visits by relatives, but still I never got to know anyone of them well. The day we landed in Chennai 7 years back, I was totally new to southern customs, traditions, relatives and even the language.

Nothing helped, I had no friends, for I was new to the city. No siblings to share things or thoughts with. I used to long for a brotherly love and affection.

But then, things changed. The secluded girl grew out of her cocoon. She is now totally different to what she had been.

In case any of my cousins are reading this,

"Thanks a lot for all the warmth you've shown. I love all you guys. You mean the world to me."



P.S : Going with the Tsunami year cliche here's a post written long back

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Dashin thro' the snow on a one horse open sleigh
Over the fields we go laughing all the way
Bells on Bob tail ring making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight

Jingle bells Jingle bells jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride on a one horse open sleigh


MERRY CHRISTMAS !!

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Pray for easy lives

Pray to be stronger

Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers

Pray for Powers equal to your tasks

Then the doing of your work shall be no miracle

But you shall.

These few lines caught my eye when I was loitering around in Spencers with my friends a few days back. But, still I enjoy being jobless. Its nice not having anything to do for a while.

Of course I've worked hard for these holidays. One month of doing nothing. I can see a lot of you turning green. But imagine, November and December, I've worked all 7 days a week, having 2 model exams per day. The days with the drafter were agonizing. I'm so happy to be away from physics, chemistry and the most dreaded math atleast for a while.

I've been glued to my monitor ever since Dec 17th. Bloghopping.. Chatting.. Music. And the only jobless soul giving me company is my cousin in Philadelphia who has also apparently finished the first semester of his masters. Both of us sit and yap away about our good old days when we had some Real fun. But ultimately it ends up in "How I miss being there" and me consoling him that it won't be long until he makes a visit.

This post has no coherance at all. But the central theme is My Life. I'm living it afterall.

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The wait seemed endless. She couldn't stand it any longer. She had called him up countless number of times that day. She needed an answer now. She wasn't able to talk to anyone. Her friends were furious because she wasn't in touch with anyone of them. It was all because of him.
Only if she had called him up earlier.
Only if she hadn't misunderstood what he had said.
Only if her battery hadn't given up on her at that time in the midst of a massive power cut.
Only if she had not got carried away by those stunning words.
Only if she had read that little bullet that said *Conditions Apply
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But, her wait ended finally today. The most awaited message came, she knew no joy like this could ever exist.

Dear Customer,
Your Airtel mobile plan has been shifted back to Student Pack. You will not be charged for your SMS anymore. But the 30 paise per minute calling charges are not applicable anymore. Thank you for contacting the customer care, we would appreciate your feedback on the interaction!!!

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Buy a Cigarette and get Cancer for free

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The place which housed me for the last 8 years
The place where I spent the maximum hours in a day
The place which moulded my character
The place that gave me limitless opportunities
The place that housed my dreams & aspirations
The place that made me understand the spirit of life
The place that guided me in the right direction
The place that taught me values
The place that saw my joy, sorrow, success and failures
The place where I laughed, played, cried, studied a little and enjoyed a lot!

In remembrance of the 8 years which were the best part of my life.
To PSBB, with lots of love.

Sri Gurubhyo Namaha

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Wanna be young - the rest of my life
Till the angels come - and ask me to fly
Gonna be 18 till I die

A little bit of this & a little bit of that
Not gonna worry about the future
No cribbing about the past either
Happy Birthday to me!

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"The University declares holiday on 05-12-05 due to heavy rains. "
Yaay!! It should read, The university declares holiday because it needs time to surface from underwater.

"06-12-05 Tuesday will be a working day. "
Oh no!!

"The University exam to be held on 06-12-05 will be conducted as per the exam schedule. The reschedule dates for the cancelled examination will be announced on Tuesday. "

The best part is that I don't have an exam tomorrow. So that means...
Waking up at 5:30 am
Wading through that icky water.
Wandering about in the campus till they announce the dates for my exam that was supposed to be held today.

What a day!!! It just got better... yaay
Called up the admin dept of my college just now

Admin: Hello
Me: Anna, naliki college varanumaa?
Admin: Enna department?
Me: I.T
Admin: Vendam ma, varaadhey...
Me: Nejamaava?? Aha! Thanks anna, neenga sollatiyum, naa varadha illai
And to contemplate on the day, it wasnt all that bad.

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This is the sole occupant of the relief Camp that I opened a few hours back.
Found him taking refuge from the rain on my window ledge, and he was courteous enough to pose for me too.
Everybody say hi to Tinklebells.

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In memory of all those students who were waiting for the bell to ring.....

The brain is such a complex thing to understand.
It functions 365 days in a year
7 days a week
24 hours everyday
but
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stops functioning the moment we enter the examination hall.

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Yeah ppl.. Another template change.! Now this one has a proper reason... or atleast I try my best to justify it.

Reason no.1 - It reflects my current state of mind i.e before the exams. (White and blank)

Reason no.2 - As I turn into a major in another 12 days...((Dont hunt for the calender its Dec 8)) I thought my blog must try to look a bit more mature...

Reason no.3 - Words will add color to my template...

Reason no.4 - Alright.......I was bored ! Thought of playing around with some other template. I seem to be giving a slight complex to the chameleons.

I better get back to my book now.... now this didnt take long... (sigh)!

updated on 29th Nov 2005
I go for my 1st semester exam tomorrow... wish me luck fellas!!! And I need special prayers for E.D on 3rd December!! Please!

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On an exceptionally pleasant afternoon,in the comforts of his room, Chimanlal Charlie sat down to think of his life. Of his aged mother who refused to wear anything short than a mini skirt, his father who loved to read Tinkle comics and of his brother who had married a cow.Chiman often thought that people looked at him wierdly. He never understood why anyone dressed in orange floral shirt, red pants, violet goggles and blue hair be considered abnormal. Its fashion right? Ah! How would these mere mortals know about fashion? He thought about Jalsa Mari - his girlfriend. Well not officially - because he had competition. And guess who it was? The handsome hunk Mufatchand Murari. Jalsa with her rainbow colored eyes, a hair color that changed according to her temper and a height that even gave Mr.Big B a great complex, was declared The Best Beggarwoman in the Jhumritalaiya township for her exciting new techiniques for begging. Now, you might ask such an appearance does sound a bit unfamiliar. Why wont it? Coz this is a historic love triangle in Neptune, something like Romeo & Juliet in our planet.
Now who gets Jalsa's attention? Chiman or Mufat?
Chiman is brought back to his senses by ----

Who is next? Comment n continue it from where i left

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Right! Enough of E.D .
So here's an effort to cheer up my spirits and probably yours too....

There may be days when you get up in the morning and things aren't the way you had hoped they would be. That's when you have to reassure yourself that things will get better soon.
There will be times when people will disappoint you and let you down. But those are the times when you must learn to trust your own judgements and opinions.
There will be challenges to face and several changes to adapt to, and it is upto you to accept them.
Constantly keep yourself headed in the right direction, for it may not be easy at times, but in those tough times of struggle, you'll find a stronger sense of who you are.
So, when the days come that are filled with frustration & unexpected responsibilities, remember to believe in yourself and all that you want your life to be.
Because challenges & changes will only help you find your goals that you know are meant to come true for you.

The higher the goal,
The harder the climb.
But taken each day one step at a time;
The goal is accomplished.
The dream is attained.
And the prizes??
The Wisdom and Strength that are gained.

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Chennaites were only too happy to experience the sun after a long wait, and yeah, I found quite a number of blogs requesting the Sun to shine back. But then it didnt last long.... yeah Mr.Rain is back, lashing the city once again. And to top it all, I had my Model Exams.
My college that was already half-submerged in the rains that struck a few days back, had just managed to float back to its surface. But now..... back to square one!
The best part was on the day I had my E.D model exam.(going by the comments of the previous post, nobody seems to like it)
6:40 am
My bus stop :
Waiting for the bus in the rain, trying to juggle my umbrella.. a 5kg drawing board and ofc the drafter.

9:30 am
Examination Hall (E.D)
After spending a worthless 20 minutes on how to change the given diagram to orthographic projection, I gave up all hopes of passing this exam. But then I managed to draw something, that made sense.

10:00 am
Examination hall (E.D)
Alrite, I'm done with the exam. Got one whole hour left. What do I do?? As always I'm sent to the last bench to sit and well... do nothing and not disturb the others who were tugging their hair and "trying to" draw something! After staring at the head of the person before me for a good 10 mins, I got bored and tried looking out at the rain. My campus looked like an island from there.
The next few mins were spent staring at the crows that came sopping wet and sat on the window ledge.
The last 30 mins were no good either. I fell asleep on my drawing board and the invigilator woke me up and asked for my paper that hardly had anything.

11:40 am
Corridor
Yaaaaaaaaayyy!! E.D exam is over and guess what, I dont think it was all that bad. Looks like my chances of passing are bright, but Mr.Rain doesnt seem to get tired at all. Take a break.. will ya??

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My textbook which had a thick layer of dust on it until yesterday defines Engineering Drawing (E.D) as the medium of communication for engineers.
3 months back when I joined this stream, I sure did expect quite a few lifestyle changes. But then the moment this subject was introduced for my department in my university (only from my batch!!), things haven't been... Well.... very pleasant.
This man who fits into my description of Humpty Dumpty, walked into my class 3 months back introducing himself as our E.D professor for this semester. Right from day 1, I didn't have quite an affinity towards the subject. Humpty Dumpty kept encouraging us to explore our creative sides in his class by asking us to draw a few shapes very confusingly put together to form something that quite represented modern art.
He would ask us to draw something which I would do very sincerely, only to find the correct diagram drawn exactly upside down or tilted elsewhere in the book. Ugh! Talk about creativity!
Anyways, I've managed to somehow scrape through my mid-semester, but then the big one (University exam) is fast approaching and only God can help me by making me understand these abstract diagrams in my textbook which would give M.F Hussain a run for his money.

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Yaaaaayy!! The sun was out and shining bright after a whole week today.
The rains kept me wondering as to what kind of reservoir God had up above there. Gosh...! The roads are totally water logged and in some areas where it managed to drain, the water seemed to have swept away the thin layer of the so called tar along with it that the corporation fellas kept re-laying one on top of the other. So all that remains on the roads now are big puddles of water with large potholes and man.. its like going on a bumpy ride in an amusement park. It leaves you shaken totally even after your feet are on steady ground. Bless our auto waalas, who, I dont know how though, manage to take you on those impossible to drive roads,.. trying to avoid one pothole only to land up in a bigger one.
Oh my.. I'm not even done with this post, and the sun has already gone elsewhere and are those raindrops that I'm seeing from my window or is my neighbour's shower leaking?? Oh lord, looks like its going to be a long time to experience a proper madrasi sunny day.
No cribbing!! Am having fun sitting at home and having my exams postponed. But not for long!

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Somebody asked me to list down a couple of simple things that brought joy into my life -:
So here goes....
1. Sitting by the window, listening to the rain go pitter patter....
2. To hold the hand of a loved one and go for a stroll...
3. To realise that your old pair of jeans fit you back...
4. A nice emotional conversation...
5. Laughing heartily...
6. Waking up before your alarm goes off...
7. Switching on the radio to find your favorite song being played...
8. Getting a message from an old friend after a long time...
9. To realise that someone in the world is thinking about you...

And I tag everyone who reads this post

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The seconds are swallowed by the minutes,
The minutes are swallowed by the hours,
The hours by days, the days by weeks,
And it so goes on, ,
Time swallows everything.
The cycle of life goes on,
Life is multipled from time to time,
And each generation is succeeded by the other ,
We are caught in the whirlpool of life,
We struggle to survive,
In this game of life,
There are winners n losers,
Success is hailed, Failure is mourned,
We suffer disappointments,
There are moments of rejoice n regret,
Why not?
Life is an anxious bag of varieties

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Peace is non-existant now
With war raging on between countries
One of the countries claims it won
But in reality they won none
For they destroy the land
And the loss of lives goes beyond claims
Harming the people of the land
And destroying their lives.

If this is not stopped,
How much more will the Earth assimilate?
With their hell of burning fire,
They keep harming someone's desire.
Peace is all important,
Or the enemy will be gallant,
Remember, no men are foreign
And no countries are strange.

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Oh Earth! How huge are you?
So beautiful in our view
From space you look so blue
Who made you?
We have no clue!

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