November 18, 2009 at 11:01 am (My Small World, My World!!!)
Tags: Celebs
Humming Do-Co-Mo Tune??!!! from the title.. Well… its a tune for my blog too 
Any guesses about the post??!!! My blog turns two coming January.. And I’m so very happy..!! Sorry blog I forgot your first year birthday..!! But see… this year I shall make you more special.!! I have also caught eyes of about 2000+ readers. That makes the icing on the cake..!! Thanks to all the readers who stopped by and left their valuable comments.
November 17, 2009 at 1:13 pm (My Small World, My World!!!)
Tags: Dreams, Thoughts
Recent days, my blog has been getting several hits with the search keyword “baby sleeping” , and for the blog which i posted here with a baby sleeping pic. I don’t want to miss the opportunity of getting more blog hits, also i wanted to post something related to this topic from very long.( Ahem.. am trying to be honest and modest here..!!)
On the Diwali night we got a call from some unknown number late at night and the ring went on for long. we are all fast asleep, since we were very tired with the Diwali celebrations. The crackers, the guests, food, diyas, kids, new neighbors et. all. I tried realizing that it was a phone call and not some hymn in my dream, but a bit late. When i reached for the phone, it stopped ringing. I stood near the phone for sometime for it to ring. After sometime my sister’s phone rang and She started blabbering something in her sleep.. ” Hello… ya.. Namaskar.. Very good.. oh ok.. bye.. bye.. sleeping.. huh.. sleeping.. ” I couldn’t make out anything of the conversation, but i thought it must be some of my friends prankster friends. I was angry on her, that she and her friends don’t have any sense of communication timing. Woke up in the morning and i informed my mom(like a very good elder sister in a hush hush.. voice) “Some call came yesterday night..hush hush.. Sister.. phone.. hush.. shush” and then my mom got excited and replied.. “Oh that.. that was your uncle.. he got a baby boy” . Normally I get very excited hearing about kids, and when I heard that my uncle had a baby, i was more excited. That’s because even though I don’t count myself as the very dearest one in his house, atleast i get to see the kid.. Yeay! His wife always used to be tension free when they visited us, that’s because I was there to take care of her kid(the elder one) and God! was she from a naughty bunch..
21 days gone , and I get to see the kid. So we arrived at my uncle’s place. After a tiff with my father from don’t know how long, we finally went out somewhere. althought not with the cheerful faces from inside, it was as if each one of us had stuck a big smiley infront of our faces with fevicol. So, finally we reach there. My granny had lot of old relatives who she didnt meet from almost when i was born. And she recognised them. I tell you, my granny says she doesnt remember numbers or our names, but remembers faces pretty well.
The first glance on the baby. The feeling i got by just looking at him….aww.. its just cannot be explained. Similar post about kids was written in satish blog. The baby was so tiny, it was just 21 days old. I had never seen such small baby. It started crying out loud when so many people were gazing at him. And then everyone dispersed and i was left with a couple of aunties in the room. The baby was ready with a new gold ring, bangles a very big dishti pottu (nazar tika in hindi). And then my sister asked em to take a pic of the baby. I was sacred to take the pic of the baby, thinking whether he would get scared of the flash light, and if he would start crying again. My mom was standing next to the kid and talking with the kid. The kid took the honour of purifying my mom with the very old tradition of babies. Mom got a wet saari and all the aunties shared the giggles, talking to the baby. We were all from the oriya community and all of us were talking in oriya. Just then an aunty entered in a kanjeevaram saari with her daughter and announced ” This is tamilnadu.. talk in Tamil. Even i want to talk with you all”. I was little ignorant to her idea of talking about state. No one disagrees we are in this state. She could have told this in a very good manner, without making everybody dull. I mean, Where the hell does state come from. We are all here to share the joy of the new baby. And the baby doesnt understand any language other than love and care. Finally, in the whole room, i could hear noises. No, not any fights, noise being, every aunty tried the best of talking in their broken tamil, and to be it sounded more of noise. I wonder how the aunty would have understood. I couldn’t make anything out of the noise. The aunty asked someone to translate what another aunty spoke. Everyone started murmuring, I volunteered and translated. The aunty was surprised to hear some good tamil in the room.(not perfect.. but at least descent enough to be understood and it did NOT sound as a noise).
Finally all the grannies one side, Aunties one side, and kids one side. Oh! God the kids were so so naughty. One girl was so naughty , i showed to my sister acting behind her back, with circles on my head depicting she was crazy. the girl saw me doing that and she jumped onto me and shouted “yes.. yes.. I am crachie prachi.. everyone calls me like that.. U ha ha..” (her version of crazy is crachie)I was dumbstruck. I said to myself , “will my kids also behave like this someday…Please god give me the strength to bear them”.
Coming back to our hero of the day “The utti papa”, thats how my cousin calls him in her slang (Kutti papa or small child in tamil). So the papa made rounds in the whole house and as always, my aunt came to me directly and handed me the kid. She was always sure, that her kids are always safe with me, since i am a little soft to her daughter and fulfill her wishes like visiting the palk, telling her stolies, her medichins, her drechess, her hair, her lisptick(as she says) , her urgencies.. etc. Now the baby was on my lap, and i was looking at him, waiting anxiously for him to open his eyes. And he did, he yawned and opened his right eye to see where he was. I thought he was asleep and was just going to put him on the raaj gaddi ( king’s throne in hindi). Just when he started weeping and he was turning red, I felt really pity and brought him close to me. He stopped crying as he was feeling warm when he was close to me. He was there with me till we left the place, and i had to bid the baby good-bye till we meet next time. With a kiss on his soft and tender and a very tiny forehead i said him bye bye(My mouth is much bigger than his forehead). He watched me with doubt where i was leaving with only his right eye open. We googled and got hold of many names for him and labeled him with a very nice name Thank me.. I was the I.T genius to suggest google.. 
Yesterday night, I was feeling very scary and restless. And only after a proper conversation i felt a bit better. I shivered for sometime out of scare then I started imagining myself as if I am cuddled and taken care of, and I could hear S comforting me. Saw a lovely dream as if I’m teaching my kid to talk and spell his name ‘Sonu’ and then playing with him in the beach. I dont know from where this dream came, but thanks to it, I had a very sound sleep. I didn’t realize when it was dawn. The scary night was gone and a new morning awaited for me to make a new beginning.
November 3, 2009 at 2:58 pm (My World!!!)
Tags: Random, Sad, Thoughts
Early morning, Wife wakes up without any alarm. Marches towards unlocking the gate, and picking up the newspaper and the milk packets lying next to the gate. When she comes back the rest of the house is still sound asleep. Kids are still sleeping in their rooms and granny is almost ready to wake up. Granny wakes up and first thing she asks the wife, “Can i get some tea?Do I get anything in this house?”
Wife bends her head and kick starts the work in the morning. Starts preparing tea on one side of the gas stove and the breakfast on the next. Washes the vegetables, cuts the vegetables. Husband wakes up. As soon as she hears him at the wash basin washing his face, she gets ready with the newspaper and the warm lime water he drinks before tea. Serves the tea to her husband. Chats with her about many things happening in the world including news and gossips about all their relatives.
Rushes to kitchen to stop the whistle of the pressure cooker. Forgets her tea. Starts breakfast preparation. Kids wake up. One of them gets ready to college. Starts yelling to the wife asking whereabouts of the books, the dresses, matching duppatta etc. Wife comes to her room, starts searching them for her. By that time, husband asks for the hair-dye and mirror. runs to him gives hands him everything. Back to kitchen prepares the breakfast and serves it hot to the daughter and husband. She had been in the kitchen since morning and did not even breathe fresh air. She stinks garlic and onion now. And she’s all drenched in sweat inside the kitchen.
Once breakfast is served, she sits besides the husband and daughter to hear about the plans for the day, or if they need something. The husband screams at her breakfast. Says, ‘In my whole life time… I have not eaten anything whole heartedly.You spoil the dishes I like.I dont know what you have learnt in cooking.If you dont want to cook and take rest, then tell me, I will cook before leaving to office and serve you.These kids are also good for nothing.They dont have a life other than chatting and college.Tell them they arent doing any favour by studying degrees. And the Elder one, she thinks she is the boss of the house. Tell her I’m not living on her money. I work and eat. You have spoiled everybody in this House’. Wife says ‘You dont get tensed, finish the breakfast, you have to take the medicines. Don’t stay hungry’. Husband leaves home. Daughter leaves home.
Wife back to kitchen, wiped her huge tear drop, thought nobody noticed. As it dropped, the elder daughter watched the whole episode, and finally out of her room looks at her mother. Prays God and leaves home without eating. Not because the food wasnt good, but because she can’t digest the bitterness put in.
PS: This post isn’t related to any particular individual, just a random thought which struck my heart.How many houses does this happen everyday? Please make it a Home before its late.
In dedication to all the house wives who strive hard in putting the family together, their real individual existence is lost in the daily family chores.
October 8, 2009 at 1:25 pm (My Small World, My World!!!)
Its long since I have posted something on my blog.. But one good thing i did was, i dint forget to read the updated blogs on my blogroll. Good to know that they have something to write. After a busy two month, I have something to put down into my blog.
I myself wondered today, What was i doing for so long , that i didn’t find a time to post a new blog??
We Shifted:I Shifted my house within the same locality to another better house. The house we stayed almost drowned during the rains last year in Chennai. So we thought we can move to a new house on first floor. First floor since we cant move more than that, My grandma has problems climbing stairs and whichever ads we saw, we found houses/apts without lifts. Also, the dog and cat in the next house often visited home, and us being a pet fan, always had fun keeping them at home and feeding them something which wasn’t liked by our owner. It was a very big house and ha a big backyard with lot of trees. Trees which rarely fruited, but brought in home, lots of mosquitoes and dust and dry leaves. So finally when the owner wanted to increase the rent by another 2000Rs, we thought we had enough in that house and thought of finding a better change. I tell you, house shifting is the mammoth thing compared to any other thing in this world. Even wedding can happen within a day or two with a month preparation but house shifting, no matter how much prepared we are, we always land up missing something or the other. Its been 25 yrs of my life and i have lived in around 15 houses over India all rented. We had enough of staying in a rented house, so we planned to go in for building a new house with the latest interiors and design.
We Sold:In the crowded city of chennai, we owned a small apartment, when i was doing my graduation. My dad had brought it as a part of the investment , but the house was really a warm one. One of the tenants got wedded, one of them fetched a better job, one of them got a job in his own hometown and so on..The house had turned lucky for each one of them. And we had never had any complaints so far(touch wood) And finally the day had come when we posted and ad to sell our house.Thanks to the web service of Sulekha Classifieds, our house found a very good buyer and they brought it as a gift for one of their sons.
We Brought: We brought a new bike I am now a proud owner of the new Honda-dio. The recent model with the graphics and the double shade is really too impressive.The scooter doesnt make any noise as that of other scooters. Its more kinda bike than a scooter and I love every bit riding it, except the fact, when i have to carry someone along with me, it turns more heavy So, I love my scooter and my scooter loves me Yay!
We Never Slept: Its been more than a week, since my team here has gone for a sound sleep. We have been having calls early our morning and stay here till late nights. I know its a new project I’m working on, and it will still continue for sometime until the application is steady, but i dont have option but to accept whatever the manager here orders. I keep thinking in office , when would a day come when i get a managerial position, I would try to be little bit empathetic towards the team members too. Its easy for the manager here to ask to come early and go late(even if the work load is less, stay just for the sake of staying) but the team is the one who is facing the heat. The onsite has been given so much importance that, they think they give us the bread and butter and they always have a “No” to whatever we deliver. I mean, a little co-operation among the team will give fruitful results than, the blame-game and then making everybody follow rules, which one thinks is right. I got really pi**ed-off today when they has cancelled the meeting their noon time, meaning our late night, without any intimation. And when we reach, what we see in our mailbox is a cancelled invite. Why are the application support mobiles given? Just to hear fancy-ringtones?playing it all by ourselves. Gimme a Break.. All i need is a break. I’ve already planned for a day leave, and i want to make the best out of it. I have also planned lot of thing on that one-day leave. I cannot go for a trip 
I really miss going for one. I’m more of a trip loving person, but my parents aren’t. They think its a waste of time, and there are other things on earth to do Please let me have a trip this year.. i didnt have any.. other than the one to Bglr, all alone and returned alone.. I cant even call that as a trip.. *Sob
We Drank: I cannot believe when i say this, but this is what I have been doing, Any restaurant or small snack stall i visit, I make sure I take a good coffee and complete my meal/ snack. I am hard-core “No” against Coffee/Tea. Not any particular reason, but i do believe that, one must not get addicted to any thing for one’s own pleasure(even if its coffee) No.. No.. am not getting philosophical here, but i hate seeing people or listening to people who say, “Got a sever headache without a tea/coffee”. And also, i have made everyone at home like the smell/ flavour of coffee too. I said.. I still cant believe when i say this.
This is all I have been doing.. without making a new post..
August 29, 2009 at 8:03 pm (My World!!!)
For long I have been thinking what to pen down into my blog. So much isnt happening around that I’m not getting a perfect topic to write down. From the day I have joined the BiG company, the first impression I got was, BiG place, bade log (big people in hindi), badi baatein(big talks in hindi). I sometimes feel very small infront of all. I have turned slight introvert here, and i feel it is someway good for me to keep myself away from unnecessary problems. For eg., In my earlier company, we started a tradition of celebrating everybody’s birthday in the team. Some lighter moment to celebrate out of the tight schedules and boring office environment. It so turned ways, that I was the only one left who had to collect contri, arrange names and cakes and then pull everybody to the cafeteria.
It so happened once, that we were celebrating Mr.N’s birthday and his team member had brought a nice big music candle for him. We were all singing the song when we saw people running down the stairs from the glass door and everyone looking at us with the look..(What are they doing here??) And so it happened a group of security guards came parading towards us and said, fire alarrrrrrrmmmmmm… we couldnt hear the noise because of the huge noise we were making and the fumes. Finally we all had a hearty laugh over it and people staring back at us with the same look.
So it so happened that the tradition continued and i came to be known as the organiser… sick!! I mean… I like making people feel happy as its’ their birthday but for that reason the team started taking me for granted as an event coordinator and i started getting noticed as that. Finally at this place I have made this strong decision not to get noticed for wrong reasons , but for my work alone. ofcourse fun should always be there at work, but i have grown enough to leave the fun behind and some serious work!!
Wait.. am i getting.. older… Are these sings of my old age….
