Friday, July 22, 2011

All Alone

What all things a person generally do alone? The first thing that strikes my mind about doing something alone is bathing. I don't know why this silly thing of bathing came first, but that's true isn't it. Of course we never allow anyone to be with us inside the four white walls of the bathroom, not even a peep through the hole :). Then I thought of sleeping. No matter even if you sleep with hundreds of people around you, once you had closed your eyes, no one except your mind comes with you. This could be because your brain sleeps and does not know who you are with when you sleep. What else most of us do alone? Before proceeding further, by the word - alone - I mean you are not accessible to some living soul near you whom you know. We do lots of things alone without getting into the fact that it is being done all by ourselves. Such instances would be reading a book. I have never seen a book read by more than one person at the same time. Even in Group Study, we do have our own brain understanding the concept all alone in a corner. And as well said in a proverb - too many hands spoil the broth - Cooking done by a single chef is tasty comparitively. Though the benefits of group work has got more value, nevertheless work done singlehandedly gives you more exposure as well as has its own values. We do shopping alone and I find many people around who have come for shopping all by themselves and they seem to enjoy it just like me. Though we do have our confusions in the final selection, but we get time to ourselves to look around without wanting our dear ones to wait outside the trial rooms when they are just not interested in our madness. Travelling alone - I have done this many times from the time when I had to reach home from college. Usually sleep engulfs me or music fills my void or a novel would keep my eyes focussed. A recent pastime of mine is people watching without being noticed that I am watching them. It is a good time pass and it does teach me many things out of which the first would be patience and to enjoy the calmness amidst the rushy life. I have heard from my mom about one of her favourite author{Forgot his name :P Sorry mom} who just keeps on travelling and travelling and he has gained enormous knowledge out of it and great happiness. The point to be noted is that he travels alone. Inspired by him, my mom has many times wanted to just put on a bag and step out of the home and never come back for a year atleast. But the hard and the compelling truth has somehow stopped her as well as me. What is easy for someone we see is not that easy for ourselves. Many have asked me how do u pass time with a novel and sitting all alone in your room. Even I have somethings which I can't do easily all alone, which is EATING.

I can cook food for myself any number of dishes. Even last week I prepared 4 varieties of dish for lunch just for me. When I said this to mom, the first question she asked me was - "To whom have you cooked all this for". Cooking food alone is not a problem. The thought of eating the prepared food alone just kicks my mind out of nowhere. Today for the first time, I had tried preparing Upma. I had missed adding the salt owing to the time missed when Mom had said salt in the recipe procedure. But the hunger overtook the taste buds and finished the upma. Where was I? - Ya eating alone. Staring at open space with a plate filled with food in hand, checking out the wall clock so many times in between the chewings, thinking how fast the food can be gobbled - this is all quite different but not that difficult. The idiot box gives company when I have the presence of mind to switch it on rather than looking at the mirage of myself in the black screen. The same presence of mind to open the book inside the bag and start reading it came a little late while sharing the table with a stranger in the food court of a shopping complex. I was atleast checking out the kids and the families around me to pass time. The poor lady who sat opposite me just could not lift her eyes from her plate and I could feel exactly what she felt at that time. But something stopped me from striking a conversation with her. Also I had at that time almost done with my lunch and left the place wishing that she too have a good lone lunch.

Similar instances of eating alone happen when your lunch partner in office is on leave and then you are left either to join someone out of the ordinary day. I wonder how some persons enjoy having their food alone daily though they do have choices to join someone. I have personally watched one guy in my office who regularly eat alone listening to news in the idiot box. I guess I had to take a lesson from him how to enjoy doing that. I don't have any hard feelings in doing this eating thing without anyone's company, neither do I always need someone around when my stomach growls. But the art of enjoying it - I got to find out the mystery soon, which I will. Happy weekend to all !!

Monday, June 27, 2011

Women and Dress

Debates, discussions, arguments, conclusions are good way to know one person's thoughts and ideals and they are always healthy time pass for brain too. Once while talking to a close friend, there arose a question from him - why does women dress provocatively? He was trying to get answers and justification for this act of women. I started giving him logical reasons for this by initiating that it is her wish to dress in such a way. He was not convinced. Then I too started digging deep down in my brain asking myself why do I dress the way I dress? Do I provocate or invite looks when I pass by? Am I sending wrong notions to men around me by the way of dressing? The answers to all these questions convinced me but not my friend. He is still in search for his answers. I had promised that I would help him may be after reading this blog lets see if his logically bound brain has stopped searching.

Comfortness - The level of comfortness is the first criteria I look in a dress when I wear it. Apart from my taste, the comfort zone today is decided by people around me. It is the same for any women. When she buys a new dress, she checks if she looks pretty in that to her own eyes. Her taste comes first. Her close circle of people comes next, whose opinion she matters most. I am very sure many girls would have discarded buying a dress though liked by her very much, just because of the fact that she gives more importance to her peer's taste. I don't say this wrong because in turn when people around her are happy she is more happy. But this logic does not suit always. May be for a dress, she can choose other's opinions, coz it is just a dress. There are other things/situations where my decision takes the final upper hand to make me happy rather than the opinion of people close to me.

Next to comfortness, the climate also decides what I wear. In a cold country, I cannot wear clothes that barely cover me up. Also in a sultry atmosphere like chennai, I cannot always roam clad up in a 6 yard saree or the completely covered Salwar with dupatta. The theme of the place is another factor - I avoid wearing jean when I go to temple{where I rarely go} not because I see it inappropriate but for the simple reason that still in India there are few traditional conservative sect of people who do not allow people in jeans to enter the temple premises and I wish not to be left alone outside guarding the sandals. Similarly there are places where wearing western attire seems more appropriate to me.

Coming to wearing revealing/provacative dresses - Who defines a dress to be revealing/provacative? A chudithar{mind it with dupatta} is OK, a neatly pinned up saree is fine, loosely fit clothes are perfectly good - what else a burqua covering up the entire body is 100% covered. On the other hand, a skin hugging t-shirt is not OK, tightly fitted jean is not OK, deep neck Salwar is a strict no - no, a glassy transparent saree - omg no way - that is a big sin. If she goes ahead doing it, she will be looked down like a Slut. She has invited deep trouble all to herself as prying eyes are upon her from all directions in all places wherever she goes. No matter if that is her taste and these clothes are more comfortable than anything she wears. This does not mean that she can be the victim for crimes. And anyone can whistle at her and pass comments and try to come in her private space. How can I forget those cruel eyes which can scan and rape a girl just by their looks? Who gave them those rights? Who has taught them that if a girl dress up that way, she is a free museum article to be looked? Forget about looking - no women is going to be melted when you look at her the normal way you see anything. Why going beyond limits? Why making her uncomfortable? Dress is a dress, thats all. If she wishes to close her skin, let her do it. If she does not wish, let her do that also. Let her define her own level of decent dressing.

It has been taught and deeply rooted in the minds of everyone that men and women are not equal and there are always different laws for both the gender and the fairer sex ends up having the strict rules ever designed. The attitude and the look has to be changed. Right from the young age why are not everyone taught that men and women are equal and every one needs the same level of respect and the rules. In Indian Peak summer, a man can dress up in shorts and sleeveless but why not women can do the same? She does not go out bare body, she know the level of decency in dressing. When he wears a low waist jean and a t shirt reaching his hips, he is a cool guy but when she wears something in the no - no list, she is called a slut, she is a dark spot in the country which defines culture and she has forgetten all the traditions. I feel like uttering all the bad words I know at this point of time. But for the sake of not making my blog a place for garbage, I shall restrict my language.

Can the Slut walk happening all over the world started first in Canada and then in major cities like New york, London, Sydney and soon to happen in Delhi brings a change in the way this issue is looked? To give a small intro to those who are not aware of the Slut Walk - a cop in Toronto gave a statement saying that women should be more careful in dressing to avoid the unnecessary crimes happening against them. To show their opposition and to bring awareness that attire should not be deciding factor, women all over the world have joined in this Walk in which they wear the so called revealing and provacative dress. In a week's time, curses started blowing towards the canadian cop and heated arguments why is the walk named Slut Walk? Is the walk needed? What is the use of this? Is there going to be a change? As far as my perception, of course there will be a change. Nothing turns up in a day's time. Revolutions and oppositions like this alone can let others know that something wrong/unjust is happening to the fairer sect of the society. Leave out joining this cause, let us atleast be aware of such incidents and let us take an initiative starting from our home to teach the young boys to give due respect and equality to girls no matter what they wear. Let the dress be not the deciding factor for a women's safety.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

3 in one

Its been a long time, that I have written about my books. This time it is quite a complexity to write about each one of it. So here it is 3 in one. All three of them were specimens on their own context. The first one is by Michael crichton where he talks about The Terminal Man. A computer genius getting unusually violent at times is diagnosed to be psychiatrically sick by a team of expert doctors. As a part of treatment, they implant a machine inside the man's brain which according to their 21 rhesus monkeys shoud counter attack the seizures making him violent. The genius becomes a man-machine. With the additional brain implanted in his body, he starts to control his brain. He begins enjoying the counter attack given by the machine involuntarily and voluntarily tries to achieve that pleasure by invoking seizures at regular intervals. He slowly moves towards acting like a psychopath who can kill anyone at his sight when he is being attacked. Does the doctor team help him recovering from this wierd scenario or will they accept their defeat? 250 pages of pure science and pure technology needed my brain to be fully concentrated on the novel and nothing else. A few times, I had closed the book with so much confusion. I appreciate that Crichton enriches with me so much information and particularities related to human physiology and anatomy, but then my brain has a limit especially after a tiring day in office. It was quite challenging for me to get into myself what the author has intended to say. In that way I would say I quite enjoyed the book and would definitely read many of such genres of books.

The second novel was started immediately after Crichton in order to have a light read. It was a short story kinds of some 50 pages. 3 months back I was struggling so much to read a few pages in tamil, but that day I finished that 50 pages in 30 minutes. The novel is about and named Jothi - a twenty something women who is so happy about her life and was so excited about her marriage found dead in her room on the previous night of her marriage. You may be thinking that the novel is about to find whether it is suicide or murder? That is what not said in the story. You may ask what else is about? The author just tells the 2 possibilities about her death and gives reason for 2 possibilities as well. Which one should I take and calms down my thinking? Wrong book at the wrong time was mind boggling and too much after a totally science fiction novel. Was a different experience altogether.

The recent one is Eppothum Pean("Always Women"). I tried so much not to read this book. Stories with sad ending never attract me yet happened to finish the novel in 3 nights. When in bookshop only, Mom and me found out that there will not be any pleasantness in this read. But the author's magic and the title's name was like magnetic power and it pulled me. Thankfully it didnot suck me inside it like a black hole. I was cautious that I should not get disturbed by this novel and I succeeded as well. It is as usual about the women's sufferings and the numerous conditions put upon her life in every stage of her life. I am not sure if the things said in the novel still happens in this century because I found many things irrelavant to my present and in the world around me. I am grateful to people who made my world irrelavant to things happening like this in each and every corner of the world. I have nothing more to say and not much to quote from the novel. One thing alone I wonder about is how come as a man, the author could go this deep inside a women's mind and write exactly what she feels? Not once or twice but everytime every minute what the protagonist thinks is said from the mind of the author though inspite of being a man was 100% right and crystal clear. It is always natural that when a women narrator tells about women, you get more intimate towards the character rather than when the same is said by the opposite sex. But in this novel, Sujatha Rangarajan managed to tell more minute details about the XX chromosome much better than anyone whom I read till date. Thats where the success of the novel lies even after 25 years.

I have finished the En Iniya Iyandira(My lovely Robo) novel as well in the past weeks in office :P. So the title of the blog is quite wrong. Loved the Juno Dog like anyone who have read it. Nothing more is needed if a pet like that is gifted. Got only 2 more books left to read. Will grab some more books this weekend or join the library soon :). My weekend has already started and wish all my readers too a soon and a happy joyful weekend. Wish I have something to tell on Sunday morning to the ever intriguing question - How was the weekend?

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

B'day

Yet another year goes by in the birthday calendar for me. I am here far away from family yet enjoying the special day of my life just the way how I used to always. Started this habit of wearing saree to office on birthdays from the past 2 years and managed to do it this time as well - Thanks to mom, uncle and Dubai Postal Service :) Usually when I open my notepad and think to write a blog, words keep flowing and I don't stop unless someone in the next desk complains of the repeated key strokes made in the keyboard. But today I feel little different - I don't have anything to say - nothing to complain as well. Is it a good sign that I stopped thinking so much or is it that I am hiding something? :P

One good thing I am and I have started doing from this birthday is I am going to put aside a few bucks from my pocket every month for charity. I should thank my buddy who celebrates his birthday with me for inspiring me to do this. Happy Birthday to you as well young man. Ok chalo I shall tell you all about the birthdays I celebrated all this 25 years of my life. I don't think when I turned one, there was this big hush and party bustle. So my first 3 - 5 birthdays should be like any other days in year. All the 14 years of school life, never had been a year when I went to school celebrating the day. I have many times requested mom that I would celebrate 5 days later which is June 1st so that I need not wear the regular uniform and I can give sweets to all and get a birthday song sung by the whole class. But as you all know, mom is strict and has somehow all times, has deceived me well :) But then being simple is the mantra in our home and I don't have a single regret for it. I was never fond of birthday gifts and parties. So it didnot made any much difference.

There were some years I remember when I used to celebrate at my aunt's place. My aunt had that time owned a bakery and she would order for me a special cake. I would be so excited to check out how my birthday cake is made. I remember standing inside the dark oven place where the baker would be very neatly icing my cake :) Nice to see my own cake baked and getting ready for me na. Once or twice I celebrated in my granny's place where my uncle make sure that I have my best day. Later when in college, the usual bumps session and the surprise thrown by friends in hostel made my day. I remember the super surprise water balloon birthday which my cousin arranged for me 4 years back. With eyes closed, I was taken into a room decorated well and darkly lit. Once I entered, some 4 souls started hitting me with water balloons and i was like screaming and shouting. That was a lovely birthday I had of all times. Thank you Akshaya dear :)) and She gave me on that day a cute cute teddy - my tuffy which I miss so much today.

Stories and histories apart, I am thankful to all who has made my birthdays till today wonderful and will be always be close to my heart. Thank you guys. And one more thing - my gift to the girl who is celebrating her silver jubilee birthday is this.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Angel in my life


People who read my blog and who know me personally are well aware how close I am to my mom and the priority I give to her in my life. What other day would be most appropriate than today to express my gratitude to my mom and to let myself reminded how much gifted I am. I am sure everyone have their own kind of bond with their mothers. But very few like me can hold every type of relationship with a single person. Yes - name any relation - friend, girlfriend, boyfriend, sister, kid, companion, shopping mate, guide, teacher, philosopher, enemy, stranger - name anything and I see that in my mom. She is everything to me many a times and I am what I am today because of her. Wish you a very happy happy Mother's day mummy. Not alone on this day, but I would like to wish and thank you all days of all years for being the way you are.

You have always been my inspiration and will remain to be. You had pulled out my maximum strength and let myself know about my own capabilities. The trust of yours alone had taken me to great heights. Your expectations upon me have been the positive vibrant for me always. The never give up attitude of yours in fighting for a beautiful life for your kids - I can never make people understand that fight with my silly words. But I can feel that and I understand that completely. A small thank you would never be enough for all that sacrifice and for all that toil. Let me just make u feel proud today by letting you know how much I owe you and what difference you had brought in me through this blogpost.

I remember the days when I recite my lessons to you from the first page to the last page. If I said something wrong, I wish to recite it again from the first so that I finish it error-free and you used to be so patient enough to listen to it any number of times. I look up to your patience always. And the nights when you used to sit beside me with pin drop silence at home not to disturb my studies and the early morning wake up when I had to attend my extra curricular classes. Never had been a day missed by you to wake me up at the right time - be it when I was a kid, when I was doing my schooling, when I was in college and even today - more than my alarm I trust you. Even after well planning, Akka and I never get to sneak silently out of the room in our childhood. Though your eyes used to be closed and we think you were sleeping, but you are always awake in your brain for us.

It was your continued effort,care and love that made my immune system a little stronger than I was earlier. How much I have troubled you by falling sick every week and you got to carry me every saturday to hospital and the never stopping puking of me. I am really sorry mom - I didnot know what to do that day to keep myself healthy. And how funny I was to keep nagging you every day with my 7 o clock crying and telling you some 100 times a day that its boring. The change today you had brought me - I am healthy enough to take care of myself as well as you :) and It is now you who has turned to tell me that it is boring :)

The way I look today as a matured women - my features and my complexion - I am so proud to resemble you. I feel more than happy, when someone tells me that I am a twin of my mother, though it s not true 100%. I miss those night outs we used to do talking about everything under the sky. Usually the talks start with the family issues then it just moves to the nature of men around us, slowly to next level of feminism. Our topics of talk had touched many a times about communism, socialism, capitalism, globalization, Local, Indian and world politics, History of India, History of world, civilizations, religion, epics, literature, art, books, architecture, debates, reviews, singers, auteurs, artists, writers, singers and of course romance. What have we missed talking about mom?

Over a period of time we both have both acquired similar taste in many aspects - be it listening to Vani jayaram's song, or watching KB's movie some 20th time, or shopping for a beautiful kurta at a minimum price possible or getting tired of people criticizing our way of life or criticizing ourselves and our own actions or gaining enormous energy to roam around doing errands for others in the family or the style of organizing and planning everything we do or striving to be independent and self dependant at any cost or crying and consoling each other thinking about our lives or laughing madly and enjoying small things around us. We have become quite inseparable over the years.

Apart from the books I read, The knowledge I gained from you is countless and you never stop to surprise me by giving me facts and figures about the world. The Wit and the wisdom installed in me by you had redefined the way of my thinking. You are my best as well as my worst critic at times :P. How come you have never felt tired of explaining me the solution to the same problems for which I come to you every now and then. You had always pampering answers to me for everything or atleast you show me the way to find out or at the minimum you be a silent listener to me. And you can never stop your brain thinking about your children. How many times akka and I have asked you to stop living for others even if it was for us and to start living for yourself. You remain the same mom and you can never change and is that nature of you makes you that great?

The vibrant I see you in your eyes whenever I skype call you and the big smile that reach your lips everytime you see and you cuddling me - I wish to get you as my mom every time I get born in this world and get your love the same way I do today. People call me sometimes that I am over pampered but am I mom? I guess no - I have not been taught by you to behave so that you got to reprimand me anytimes. And I shall never give a chance to get upset with me and I will try till my last breath to make you proud enough. I am sure only then I will be cajoled by you like this. :)

And finally It would not be fair enough if I miss to thank my chithi and my periamma who at times have taken the role of my mother and have given me the same care, love and affection. The responsibilities you have taken and the steps volunteered by you both, and being by my side whenever I need support, the motherly touch and the concern for me - I am grateful to you both as well. Neither me nor my mother can repay for what you have done to us. Wish you both a very happy Mother's day. Thanks for being there always for me.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Memories to Cherish - Part 4

Its been quite a while that I recollected my wonderful memories. Today I have this small piece of memory little alive in my grey cells and I am going to make it eternal by giving it a shape. There are lots of games played nowadays by kids amongst which most of them are one or the other way related to the gadgets like playstation, videogames etc. But when I was a kid we never had great knowledge about these gaming consoles and yet we had so many options to pass our time.

The most favourite and the top one which I have played is the cooking game. We hold small sizes of cooking dishes made of handmade clay/wood/steel painted beautifully. The miniature vessels range from a dummy stove, cooking pots, Idly cooker, serving plates, spoons and almost a replica of many things in our Live Kitchen. There is two variety in this game - one is to use the edible products like sugar, salt, dal, rice which are stolen from mother's kitchen without her knowledge. And the other is when the chance of stealing fails, we opt to go for the easily available sand and clay :). Especially when it is more planned and played by experts like my cousins in my maternal granny's home, we used to play with the edible stuff and I remember once we prepared channa dal idly and it tasted so yummy. We also used to make our own clay pots/vessels by mixing right amount of water to the clay, knead it well, then give a proper shape, dry it, then reheat it. Those vessels will be prepared on the first day of summer vacation and they will last for 1 month :). There was a lot of commotion one day in the backyard and all the uncles gathered and scolded us kids like anything since we had used real fire to cook using grass and sticks and there caught a little fire in the bushes and everyone had to run away from the spot. That ended our little adventure with cooking using fire and after that everytime we used to play without fire and water. The imagination alone had driven us to play the game for hours together.

I lived as a part of a big joint family with my grandparents and my uncles till my high school. Our house was quite big and there is a small terrace in the first floor and we had walls left to us to scribble anything to our wish. Every evening back home after school and of course only after our eating/homework sessions{mom is strict} we used to come to this terrace and simulate the school environment at home. The simulation has a variation - we become the teachers and the students of our class are just plain imaginative souls wandering here and there. There are so many walls and each of us have our own green boards{the walls were painted green}. We decorate our board with colour chalks and start teaching. Our parents never say no to this game alone, coz in due course of this game we would have revised our lessons twice :). When there were lots of cousins at home, the younger ones become the students and we tend to get prizes/school trips/gifts from our elder cousins when we excel ourselves in the classroom. My maternal granny's home atmosphere is different. They have painted one wall in their home - black and it is dedicated till today for the teaching game for all the kids to come :) to use as a black board. Next time I visit my granny's home I should take a snap of this corridor, where I had spent hours together. I remember we had our separate note books, homeworks for this home-school sessions. What a wonderful time they were. The images of them are still etched and I am sure it will be in all my cousin's memories. Thank you so much guys for giving me a great childhood.

And the next in the list is the one which I hate to play I got to be a part of it since I will not be left alone by my playmates. It is the wedding game and we kids used to decorate ourselves and recreate the wedding scenario using bedsheets and shawls. I will be the scape goat most of the times and be made the bride and my groom used to be a little younger to me. What a great embarassment that day for both of us to play that game. I remember, we both used to cry and try to run away somewhere whenever this game is played. It brings me a sweet smile today recollecting all of them now. I didnot have great interest in this game, So I had purposefully deleted many memories of it long back from my brain. :p

There are lots other indoor games which I used to play with my aunt,uncles and cousins and to name a few of them - we used to play with a rectangular board(pallanguzhi) with cowry shells, Board games - snake and ladder, 8X8 Ashtapada, Bank, Monopoly. We also used to play so many word games which will enrich our vocabulary and refresh our memory. Antakshari and Dumb Sharats were inevitable in family gatherings and during relaxed weekends.

How could I forget the ever entertaining card games which used to extend for hours together round after round. I have played cards with so many so many relations including my granny who used to be our favourite partner and she used to play it with so much concentration that she ends up winning many times. Today she has become so old, that sometimes she forgets the tricks of the game. The varieties of card games improved with age and till date long distance journeys never get complete without them. On top of it, mom also used to give me company in card games sometimes when I am alone at home. Yes we both play cards - just the 2 of us. But I was never been allowed to be a part of the game when my uncles used to play with real money. Even today if I call my uncles for a game with money, I am sure they will say that I have not grown up to do so. :))). The cheatings done while playing and the fights following it -- Gosh they were just awesome and I would love to go back once to that day and play it again.

Apart from these, at school, just like any other kid - I had also played hide&seek, running and catching, colour catch, koko and other varieties of running and falling over one another in the process of catching. I was never a sports girl and I knew nothing of serious sports and I am just lucky enough not to arrive last in the running race. So my pastime never included any physical work like playing cricket,football etc but mostly the ones which I said above. Also even as a kid, I could never stay in the sun and I have avoided many times playing with my sister who is exactly the opposite of me and love to enjoy the sun's rays on her skin. Rest apart, these memories today took me to those days of unlimited entertainment and pure fun. I am sure each and every one of you would have your own stories like this to share. Don't let those thoughts get fade away - you will definitely have a great time to share them with your kids and grandkids. Let me also know which one favoured your list.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

தமிழில் என் முதல் பதிவு

நான் பலரிடம் கேட்க நினைக்கும் கேள்வி இது - நீங்கள் எந்த மொழியில் சிந்திக்கிறீர்கள் ? ஒவ்வொருவரும் தங்கள் தாய் மொழியில் தான் 90 சதவீதம் சிந்திக்கிறார்கள் என்று ஒரு கருத்து உண்டு . ஆனால் நான் பாதி நேரம் என்னுடைய தாய் மொழியில்லாத ஆங்கிலத்தில் தான் சிந்திப்பேன் . ஏன் அப்படி என்ற கேள்விக்கு என்னிடம் பதில் கிடையாது . மீதி பாதி நேரம் என் தாய் மொழியிலும் சிந்திக்கிறேன். என்னைப் பொருத்த வரைக்கும் அது போதும் . எந்த மொழியில் சிந்தித்தால் என்ன ? சிந்தனை நன்றாக இருக்கும் வரை . என்னுடைய தமிழ் உச்சரிப்பைக் கேட்டு எத்தனையோ பேர் என்னை கிண்டல் செய்ததுண்டு ; ஏன், நான் தமிழில் தான் பேசுகிறேனா என்று கூட கேட்டதுண்டு . அப்படி கேலி செய்த சிலர் நான் ஆங்கிலதில் நன்றாக பேசுகிறேன் என்று சொல்லுவது உண்டு . எது எப்படி ஆக இருந்தாலும் சரி - நான் தமிழில் எழுத காரணம் , என்னால் எந்த மொழியிலும் என்னுடைய கருத்துக்களை சொல்ல முடியும் என்பதை எனக்கு நானே சொல்லிகொள்வதற்கு தான் . தமிழில் நான் எழுதும் போது தான் தெரிகிறது , இந்த மொழியில் நான் எவ்வளவு பின்தங்கி இருக்கிறேன் என்பது . என் தாய் மொழியில் நான் எழுத ஆங்கில எழுத்தக்களைப் பயன் படுத்த வேண்டி இருக்கிறது . அதற்கு அப்புறம் , ஏதோ ஒரு மொழி மாற்று கருவியின் துணைக் கொண்டு தமிழ் வடிவத்திற்குக் கொண்டு வருகிறேன் . இதில் எத்தனை எழுத்துப் பிழை , எத்தனை சொற் பிழை !! என்னுடைய இந்த புதிய முயற்சியைப் படிக்கும் அனைவருக்கும் எனது சிறு வேண்டுகோள் - என் பிழைகளை மன்னித்து , அதைத் திருத்தி கொள்ள எனக்கு கண்டிப்பாக உதவ வேண்டும் என்பது தான் .

சரி இன்று நான் எழுத போவது என்ன ? நான் படித்த தமிழ் புத்தகங்களைப் பற்றி . கடந்த 1 வாரத்தில் நான் 2 தமிழ் புதினங்களைப் படித்து முடித்து விட்டேன். தமிழில் வாசிப்பது இது முதல் முறை அல்ல! ஏற்கனவே ஒரு முறை வீட்டில் பொழுது போகாமல் இருந்த பொது அம்மாவின் புத்தகங்களில் இருந்து - யாரும் யாருடனும் இல்லை என்ற அற்புதமான படைப்பை ரசித்திருக்கிறேன் . நடந்து முடிந்த புத்தக கண் காட்சியில் புகழ் பெற்ற தமிழ் எழுத்தாளர் சுஜாதாவின் புத்தகங்கள் சிலவற்றை வாங்கினேன் . இங்கு துபாய் வரை அதை சுமந்து வந்திருப்பது வீணாகவே இல்லை. அதில் ஒன்று - பெண் இயந்திரம் , மற்றொன்று - நில்லுங்கள் ராஜாவே . அவரது எழுத்தை பற்றியோ , இல்லது அவரது புலமை பற்றியோ பேச எனக்கு வயதும் கிடையாது அனுபவமும் பத்து . நான் ரசித்ததை மட்டும் இங்கே பதிவிட விரும்பிகிறேன்.

பெண் இயந்திரம் :
இந்த புத்தகம் வெளி வந்து ஏறக்குறைய 25 வருடங்கள் இருக்கும் என்று நினைக்கிறன் . ஆனால் அன்றைக்கு நடந்த அதே சம்பவங்கள் இன்றும் பல பெண்களின் வாழ்கையில் நடக்கிறது என்று நினைக்கும் பொது என்னால் இந்த உலகத்தில் மாற்றம் என்பது நடக்கிறது என்று நம்ப முடியவில்லை. எத்தனை நாள் தான் இந்த பெண்ணின் வாழ்கை போராட்டத்தை பற்றி எழுத்தாளர்கள் எழுதினாலும் , அவள் படும் பாட்டை சொல்ல இந்த நூற்றாண்டு மட்டும் அல்ல ஆயிரம் நூற்றாண்டும் போதாது என்பது தான் நிஜம் . இயந்திரமாக மாற்றப்படும் பெண் தன்னுடைய வாழ்கையை தானே செதுகவது , அதில் அவள் நேரிடும் தடன்கங்கள் எல்லாத்தையும் சுஜாதா அவர்கள் உணர்வு பூர்வமாக நமக்கு தந்திருக்கிறார் . கடையின் இறுதி வரிகளை படிக்கும் பொது , என் கண்களில் கண்ணீர் வர விலை என்றாலும் , என் மனதால் நான் அழுதேன் . ஒரு நாள் முழுதும் மனம் மிகவும் அலை பாய்ந்தது . சோகத்தில் அம்மாவிடம் புலம்பினேன் , பிறகு எப்போதும் போல இதுவும் கடந்து போகும் என்று மனதை தேதி கொண்டு அடுத்த புத்தகத்தை எடுத்தேன் .

நில்லுங்கள் ராஜாவே :
இந்த புத்தகத்தை படிக்க எனக்கு ஏறக்குறைய 3 நாட்கள் ஆனது -- நேரங்களில் சொல்ல வேண்டும் ஆனால் 3 மணி நேரம் . தமிழில் நான் படிக்கும் மூன்றாவது புத்தகம் இது . இந்த வேகத்தில் படித்தேன் என்றான் , சுஜாதாவின் எழுத்து எனக்கு மிகவும் பழக்கப்பட்ட எழுத்து என்று தான் சொல்ல வேண்டும் . இன்று ஆங்கில கதைகளை படிக்கும் போது கூட நான் அகராதியை பயன் படுத்துவது இல்லை . ஆனால் சுஜாதா பயன் படுத்தும் ஓரிரு ஆங்கில வார்த்தைகளை நான் புரிந்து கொள்ள அகராதியை தேடுகிறேன் . ஒரு மனோதத்துவ கதை இது - ஒரு மனிதனை யாராலும் அடையாளம் கண்டு கொள்ள முடியவில்லை . தன்னை தான் என்று அவன் நிரூபிக்க அவனிடம் ஒரு ஆதாரமும் இல்லை . அதை தேடி அலைகிறான் . அவன் சொல்வது பொய் என்பதற்கு ஆதாரம் இல்லை . அவன் நிஜம் சொல்கிறான் என்றால் அதை நம்ப யாரும் இல்லை . அவனை பைத்தியம் இல்லை என்று மருத்துவர் சான்றிதழ் கொடுத்து விடுகிறார் . ஆனால் அவருக்கு ஏன் இவன் இப்படி நடந்து கொள்கிறான் என்று ஒரு சந்தேகம் எழுகிறது . சுஜாதாவின் புகழ் - கணேஷ் வசந்த் இருவரையும் மருத்துவர் கூப்பிட்டு விடுகிறார். இந்த முடிச்சை அவிழ்க்க முயலும் போது , திடுக்கிடும் ஒரு தகவல் தெரிகிறது . கடைசியில் அவன் தனது அடையாளத்தை பெற்றானா ? மற்றும் எழும் பல கேள்விகளுக்கு எளிதில் புரியும் வாறு , மிகவும் யதார்தக்மாக பதில் சொல்லிருக்கிறார் சுஜாதா. படித்து முடிக்கும் பொது மனதில் ஒரு திருப்தி . ஆனால் நேரம் தான் மிகவும் ஆகி விட்டது . தூங்க வேண்டும் . காலையில் அலுவலகத்திற்கும் செல்ல வேண்டும் . அதனால நேற்று இரவு கதையை மீண்டும் மனதில் ஓட்டி பார்க்க முடியவில்லை . என்றும் என் நினைவில் இருக்க இன்று எழுதி விட்டேன் என்னுடைய இந்த வலைபக்கத்தில்.
இத மாதிரி நிறைய படிக்க வேண்டும் . நிறைய தெரிந்து கொள்ள வேண்டும் என்ற இச்சையுடன் எனது முதல் தமிழ் முயற்சியை இத்துடன் நிறுத்தி கொள்கிறேன் . எப்படி இருக்கிறது என்று படிப்பவர்கள் தான் சொல்ல வேண்டும்.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Missing my way!!

Today for the second time, I got delayed by an hour to reach my destined place in Dubai.

The first time was on my first day in Dubai in the evening when I had to return back to my hotel from office. First day morning was smooth. I had a few people known to me who had kindly directed me how to get to office. So in the evening too I had waited for that kind friend to help me out. Unfortunately I couldnot find her. Neither I had my mobile number activated nor I could do a call to her from anywhere. I had two options infront of me - wait till the person come back or hop into a taxi. The second option looked less time wasting and little exciting. Hence walked out of the office and then waited for the taxi. None of the taxis stopped. I was wondering if I am waiting at the wrong place for the taxis. So I crossed the street and waited at the opposite side. Still none of them stopped. Later on I came to know that the timing when I had waited for the taxi was closing hours for a particular shift. A kind lady at the bus stop advised me to cross the road and go near the Metro station where I the taxis may stop. Ok, so now I need to find where is the Metro station? It was just infront of my office, but I didnot see that the other day. Hence walked walked unnecessarily taking a round about way for 20 minutes and reached the station. Again the same - none of the taxis stopped. It was already 45 minutes from the time I stepped out of office. I was cursing all my stars and was looking dumb in a new land waiting for some soul to pick me up. The kind soul finally reached. Thanking my stars again, I hopped into it and gave him my address. When I had relaxed a bit in the taxi - the next alarm rang. It seems there is so hotels in the same name. What an ill-luck!! I asked him to drop me at the hotel which he knows. I was sure that the two hotels would be of the same management and the hotel staff would help me in reaching my right hotel. My intuition was right and I reached my room after nearly one and half hour from the office, which usually takes just 10 minutes :).

And today it is the second day. I had missed my office bus owing to my extended sleep hours. Instead of taking a taxi, I took the RTA bus which took me on a day of sight seeing in Dubai. I know the shortest route from my home to my office. I am also aware that the RTA buses take a longer route. But today it was too much. The bus stops at all places in both sides of the road {Note both sides coz they take U turns after U turns to let me know what is there in both sides of the road} in all the areas near my home as well as near my office. This way in the morning - I was sight seeing the Consulate offices in Dubai, the unbuilt flyovers, the unopened Metros and so many new roads to office. At the end the surprise was the bus didnot take the final road to my office. Instead it just bypassed it and stopped 2 km away from it. I had to walk all the way back to office and this all took me 1 complete hour of ride in Dubai on a beautiful drizzling morning. Thankfully my mp3player had power and the long trip didn't make my empty stomach to fall sick after all those u-turns. One first thing which brings me smile even after a delayed morning is the beautiful pink & purple flowers laid all along the footpaths in Dubai. The fresh flowers can cheer you up very well plus the sound of small small birds coming from no where. Nature has its own way of bringing peace to your life, only if you wish the Nature to disturb you. Now I am happier if I dont find my route, rather I wish to explore new routes and new paths and experience new and lively days rather than the monotonous way of life.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

A twist again!!

Three months back on the eve of Christmas when I landed on the city of Chennai, I had relaxed so much thinking that my life atleast for the next 1 year is going to be little same and i didnot expect any kind of surprises nor any more expectations from life. Coz I was very sure that expectation will ultimately lead to some or the other slight frustrations. So as usual I was content with what I had got and was happy. There passed one month so well that I got slowly settled down, adjusted to the new office as well as personal atmosphere around me. Then came the knock at my office door giving me an opportunity to travel abroad (UAE), which I had requested some 6 months back in Hyderabad. The excitement and the euphoria in life started again with me packing my bags and leaving the country for the first time.

Preparing to fly across borders happened in a spur of moment. Convincing family and surprising friends were done so fast that I would have definitely missed announcing my departure to many people out there. I hope they don't curse me whom I had missed. I could not recollect now what all I had planned and what all I missed before the travel. The first time travel to International terminal, first time filling up of immigrations forms, the time waited for the visa to get stamped, the midnight flight, the midnight landing on a totally new place, again immigration check, safely cuddling up in an alien land with the relaxation that I landed safely -- gosh the emotions I had gone through - it was just awesome to recollect now after nearly 20 days.

Now I am in this country of Oil in the work front. But I just feel like I am in India - the weather, the resources I get and the comfort with which I commute everyday. There is nothing much a big difference in my life - thanks to the country of comfort. The first thing what my friends had asked about Dubai - How is Dubai? How different is from India? Did you like India? Do you like Dubai more? I tell you all, I love my place - whereever I am. I can make any place comfortable to me. The process of making it comfortable just takes time. May be it took me one month to get peace and settled down in Chennai. Here it took me half a month - that's the difference. The difference and similarities - I shall come up with another post some day, though I don't find much.


I am just convincing myself that any change is better for my monotonous way of life. I met new people, made new friends, getting accustomed to new environment and now wishing for some dormant period and a ever smiling week :).

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Happy Surprises on Weekdays

My days from Monday - Friday usually is a routine just like many others where I go office and after a day's work return home, have home food and sleep after night surfing in the TV/reading a book. But today and yesterday were a bit different than the rest. The reason is I am back in Hyderabad for a official trip and the week is going fantastic till now. Yesterday at 4.pm in the evening, I had this sudden surge and overwhelming desire to hit Coffee day and treat my taste buds with the chocolate dripping brownie. I can't resist myself to such sudden cravings. I rarely feel eating chocolate - and yesterday was one such day. I was fortunate to have my sister giving me company to Coffee day. We ordered that Sizzle Dazzle Brownie and it was just really fire and ice meeting together. The chocolate brownie filled with nuts and the dark steaming sauce dripping in the sizzling plate with a vanilla scoop on the top -- it was mouth watering. I tasted and enjoyed thoroughly each and every spoon of it. I was like over-excited and put a hot spoon of the sauce in my tongue and it burnt my tongue and I can feel the difference in the tongue even after 24 hours of eating that. :) :) After this wonderful desert, ma and my sister had a nice roaming in the craft village near by and the day ended with a finger-licking KFC dinner treat.

Today is more exciting than yesterday and a bit surprising even. Before the surprise, a small recap - I am a small fan of Michael Crichton books. The speed with which his story moves enthralls me. Some years back, when my cousin was clearing his old book shelf, We(me and my sister) had borrowed(read as:need not return) few old books of Crichton, Sheldon. One book is the "Sphere" novel by Crichton. 3 months back, I got hold of the old novel and started reading it on a journey from Secunderabad to Chennai in Charminar Express. Missed the book in the train itself due to my negligence and felt so bad so bad in losing a precious book. It was a wonderful book and I tried searching it almost everywhere I could, in Chennai but with vain. Tried buying it online even, but ended up reading a e book format. The passion to finish the book was so much that I downloaded it to my phone and kept reading whenever I find time Finally, after all these days, today when I was roaming around in Hyderabad, I found this second hand book shop close to our old home. I was damn sure that I will not get the book here too. But to my great surprise - the book was there and that too in a throw away price. I was thanking the book storekeeper so much and smiling the whole time from then. I shall finish the last few pages left soon - may be again in a similar journey from Secunderabad to Chennai 2 days later. Ain't I so lucky today?

People who read my blog might be knowing that Landmark store at Somajiguda in Hyderabad is my favorite place in the city. How can I not go there after coming all the way to Hyderabad. Yes this time I hit the shop and got another new novel about which I would come up with a different post altogether. Wish, my 2 more days in hyderabad go smoothly with more surprises and luck favoring me :)

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Street Harassment


Came across reading about this issue in TBG's blog as well as another link in Facebook. So thought of pouring out my views and my personal experience on this. I wish to find the first person on the world who has given the rights to a guy/who has taken the right himself to harass women on public places. That person has to be crucified. Those who try to misbehave with the fairer sex think themselves as some super heroes and take liberty to enter into the other's personal space. They can't justify their act for any valid reason. Ogling at women in super markets, in parking lots, trying to get their hands upon women in public transport, commenting upon looks while walking on a busy road etc etc - the list could be endless. I am very sure that not even a single women in India is spared from all this.

I remember an incident during my college days when I and my friend were travelling in bus from our college to the main city. We were seated in the front in ladies seat. I was close to the window and my friend close to the aisle. Then there was this guy who tried to misbehave with us. We were quiet for some time to ignore him - no use, then complained to the conductor about him - no use, tried hitting him with our bags - no use, a kind aunty came forward and stood near us after which he could not come close to us. We finally ended up joking within ourselves that even if there is a women doll made to stand in the centre of the bus, they will not stop ogling at it. This happened 4 years back. Why is this still so fresh in my memory?

Another Incident, Once, it was close to 8 in the evening in Hyderabad and it was a holiday and MMTS stations were pretty deserted. I usually get inside the ladies compartment in trains, but since it was late and the train which came didnot have a separate compartment, I got inside the general one. The crowd looked decent except for a drunken fellow who started to show off. The travel was just 15 minutes, but it looked to me as if I am crossing a 15 hour journey and tried to avoid him by moving close to the door. He followed again, but could not cross his limits as I had to alight at my station. Not even a single soul in the train tried to stop him from following me inside the train. I had witnessed this kinds so many times - once a women had removed her sandals and hit a guy so fierce fully since he had misbehaved with her. Another time a friend of mine slapped hard on a person's face which had given a full palm impression on his chin. She ended up having a pain in her hand for
2 days, though.

True, that Counter-attacking persons who violate our privacy is the only way to safe guard ourselves from these road-side romeos. But to how many people shall I go and teach/hit personally? Especially when they are drunken, whatever geetha upadesh, I give him -- its just going to cost me severe. For the fear of these incidents, I stopped using bus transport most of the times. I can carry pepper sprays, compass needles, a umbrella, wear a high heel, appoint a body guard to handle them, but what is the use? Are they going to stop? I feel sick to tell this that some guys in my college{who were engineers with a big NITT tag name} had ogled and passed comments on my MOM in front of me at a college festival. Should those guys be taught what is right/wrong? Or don't have the decency to keep their mouth shut and eyes at the right place?

The issue of harassment is not going to stop unless men are taught the basic sense to respect women and leave her on her own terms. Ignoring them and being un-reactive most of the times had helped me, but not always. If the genetic make of the X chromosome is faulty then I don't know how to deal with it.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Can't a women stay ALONE?

How do you stay alone in a home? Don't you feel scared? Are you OK to travel alone? Why are these questions asked to single WOMEN in a big city like Chennai? And especially these questions are asked by close family members and a few friends who know a very little of us and the smirky looks given by neighbours. I can understand that it is a matter of concern they try to give us. But I just wish to tell to everyone out there who ask us this question -- We are OK and we are totally totally FINE by ourselves and we do NOT need any kind of sympathy look upon us. Please stop telling us that there are dangers everywhere when we go out alone. We can take care of those dangers and of course we are genuinely aware of them.

But then why are these questions not asked to a MAN? Is it because he is sexually stronger than WOMEN or has every single Men in this country has learnt some kind of defense art? I just despise those people who do this gender biasing even in this century. I have known lots and lots of women who stay alone and who are just enjoying their life. We too want to do the same in our own ways. So please spare me with these silly questions from now on. I guess people out there are just jealous of our freedom and our independence. They try to inflict a kind of guiltyness inside me for which I am just going to give a damn. Next time, when someone try to ask me "Is your mother staying alone when you are out of city? or Are you staying alone when mom not in city?" --- I can appreciate if it is a concern for us but not if it is going to be non-stop nonsense.

We are grown up people who know the good and bad of the city. We know to guard ourselves from expected dangers. We know the best & safest route to take to home. We of course of aware of which transportation is suitable for us. Even if it is for a life totally, we can stay alone and remain single. It is a decision made by us and made only for us. And we make sure that this decision of ours is not going to disturb anyone's life out there.

So come on people, WAKE up -- Please do not intrude into other's privacy. Don't try to act over-smart when you are not supposed to do anything. Stop giving smirking looks at women who live her own life and on her own rules. Treat her the same as you would treat her when she stays with a son/husband. She is in no way less than anybody else just because she has decided not to depend upon anyone. Leave out supporting them, you can atleast be not discouraging to them. You can all think that just by answering everyone why dont I just move on? No I cannot answer every damn soul I come across, coz those questions make my mood off. The very thought of those ignorant questions give me a pathetic look on them. There are few nice people with me who genuinely care about us when we are staying alone. I hope all becomes as matured and understandable as them.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Madras Memoirs - I

My earlier post about the uneasiness I face to fit in the city I reside had so many comments from a variety of friends. Some even felt that I am so much frustrated in life that I am not able to digest the basic things in India. At the same time a few felt the same way I feel and could match with what I wrote. And a few said that in due course of time, everyone get used to all such things. I tell everyone of them strongly that "Getting Used" is definitely not a solution to any problems. It just makes you weaker. But I agree that fighting against the system is really mad because as an individual you dont match the opponent in this case. What I finally concluded is to enjoy the good things I come across and this post is about those small small happiness which I am going to cherish as memories of Madras.

First thing, I am really really lucky to find a home - a decent 2 BHK very close to my office which is hardly 2 Kms from my door. In my initial days here before buying my Aviator, I used to walk back to home from office with my earphones plugged in and enjoying the breeze of this sea-city. It was amazing to walk alone with just happiness that you are enjoying this moment and thinking of nothing else. And Of course I was the slowest walker in the road in those times :P

The extensive network of railways connecting the corners of the city enthrills me much. Whenever I had to travel, I am relaxed now a days as I know for sure the time take I am going to take to reach the destination. The trains are never delayed here and are more frequent than in hyderabad. I know that Delhi Metro neatness and Mumbai Suburb frequency can't be compared to Chennai local trains, but I am happy with this. The trains keep you away from traffic and also from pollution and I can also travel safely without someone in a close proximity.

I used to hate beaches because everytime I go there, I end up sweating like a pig and returning home with a dark tanned face. But after our last trip to Mahabalipuram my entire view of beaches changed. We had a fantastic time by playing like kids on the sea shore in an isolated beach (fishermen's village). We built our own small sand castles{of course they crashed in the 2nd wave :P} and got us drenched inspite of mom's warnings. I would love to visit that place again sometime and get totally drenched from head to toe. The beach was so neat for a change and there were not many people, other than the fishermen who took so much pain to start a small boat and we saw live fishes being caught from the sea. The blue sky and the blue see captured that day with my eyes will stay alive for years to come.

And the language - I no longer have to interpret everything for my mom here as she is far-versed in Tamil than me. Also as it is my mother tongue I am obviously bound to like this city. I dont know the reasons for this. But as everyone say, many people's thinking language would be their mother tongue. I guess its mine too many a times and I think this would help me to achieve one of my resolutions for this year.

I can travel to my loved ones' home as and when I need. Its just a night travel and even less than that in many cases. The geographical closeness let me travel in weekends and have a nice time. If not in chennai I would not have seen all my loved relations in the same month I got settled in this city. Thanks a lot to Chennai for that.

I am also happy that my mom likes this new change. She is happy and so I am happy. She has got her own space in life and we are trying to make that as comfortable as we can. I wish there is a sequel to this post soon. Till then, happy weekend to all.

Monday, January 24, 2011

The changing face of Metros

Does the city, where we reside belongs to us and are we entitled to use the term "My" city? I am not sure about this because though this Metro has been a haven to many people, I somehow don't want to be too connected to this city. And I dont want my identity to be related to this place called as CHENNAI in the map of the world. I had come to this place to make a new home for myself and seek peace for my ever-rambling mind. But all I had faced in the last one month is not peace but more tension to my boiling spirit.

As many of you might know by now that I had got recently transferred to Chennai - the land of tamil speaking population, which is also closer in geographical terms to my relatives. I cannot give myself a solid reason now to tell why did I shift here? Me and Mom had a huge discussion for this transfer taking into account the + and - ve aspects of the decision. You will not believe me if i say that we had put down in paper, a comprehensive comparsion chart between Chennai and Hyderabad before the shift. The 3 points which we feared the most was 1. Climate, 2. Traffic and 3. People.

Although the climate hasn't turned worse till now and we havenot travelled anywhere far to struck up in a heavy traffic, we can never be invisible to people around us, who are ready to provoke us when the chance is grabbed. Say it anyone - neighbours who would like to interfere in our daily way of life, auto drivers who charge heavily and speak so rudely, the internet service provider who speak so well in the beginning but end up giving us a wrong bill, the cable TV operator who fail to submit our papers in time, the mobile operator who end up giving us a totally faltu number and never activates a new connection inspite of repeated requests, the 2 wheeler showroom person who doesn't bother to give us full information which we need and the list could be endless if I have to be 100% pessimist.

I am scared that my attitude might change in midst of these kind of people who haven't got the least attitude towards fellow citizens.Leave out the respect, why dont they do their assigned work well? Why does it we got to push them/call them so many times to get our work done. No one whom I said above belong to any government concern where the system expects us to bribe them to do their work. Every damn person belongs to a private concern and everyone out there whom I faced tried to either cheat me or get away easily without doing what is needed.

It is so sad to see the state of how things run in this city. When a person is ready to get fooled, he is sure will be cheated by anyone. You got to be more cautious in getted doomed by these petty criminals. There cannot be a seen a tinge of sincerity in the work they do. But the expectations of them is really high. The basic attitude seems to be wrong somewhere in their minds. If not for a stretch of < 2km everyday each auto driver would not try to charge me different rates for the 1 week. I can understand their economic situation, but do they have to rob me. don't they have any standards to follow?

I guess this is the reason, why many Indians fly away abroad, unable to withstand the lack of honesty in people around them. Does this happen to everyone who settle newly in a city? Or does this happen to women alone who try to individually put up a home for herself? or Does these things shouldn't be allowed to bother one's life? or Can awareness be created to people making them understand that a slight misdoing in their work can affect people indirectly? Or Does Metro city runs only this way in India - Is this a hard written fact?

I am ending this post with all these open ended questions to which I find a answer soon. But I fear "getting used" to this way of life, as I strongly believe that getting used is the worst solution for all problems.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Welcome 2011 – My resolutions

As anyone else does, I too want to take some resolutions for this New Year.

  • 1. The first and the foremost resolution for the year would be that I got to get strength and energy and so much endurance to fulfill all the below resolutions.
  • 2. Gymming – My first day of the year saw me cycling for 15 mins, the first thing I did today morning. I wish I do the same every day and stay fit.
  • 3. I would like to read so many books. My target is atleast 50 and to achieve it, the first step is that I had bought two books today in Odyssey.
  • 4. I am planning to learn a new language this year – some foreign language. Give me some tips to choose a language to learn.
  • 5. I got to control my anger a little as I am getting so much frustrated when things go wary and out of order. This way I am sure, I can reduce the tears I shed often.
  • 6. I am going to plan for at least 2 vacations - One plan is under progress now and the other is a small vacation as of today. Apart from this I wish I plan for 2 more vacations to rejuvenate myself from the daily chores of life.
  • 7. In the last year, I had closed the doors to romance in my life twice mercilessly and the coldness in my heart has grown so much that none can enter the four walls that have been built so strongly around me. But this year, I got to definitely break the wall and be a little ease so that romance and love embrace me and last forever.
  • 8. Do less shopping – Got to use the new clothes and things which I have bought till today. If I use them all, I am damn sure I need not shop for anything new this year. I had done enough in 2010.
  • 9. Rather than spending more I would like to give to the dire need and do a bit of social service to my level possible.
  • 10. And of course, like last year and more than last year, the last resolution would be to write many posts in my blogs and note down all the happiness and sadness I experience. Planning to write a different genre of writing – may be I would either write in my mother tongue or try out fiction in my blog.