A New World !

Witnessing a birth ! Something that I guess happens to every woman when she has one of her own. I have always wondered how people go through all the pain. True, we end up having one of the most wonderful, incredibly cute babies at the end of it. But I've always wondered, how is that women find the strength in them to do that.

Very recently I got to be with someone who was delivering a baby. It was the first time, for her and for me. I never realized how cathartic the experience could be. Though the baby was born by a c-section, I never really understood how much pain the woman went through to get there and through it. I saw it happen and I realize how hard it is. Men talk about nurturing woman, taking care of her ...but I dont think they will never really understand the depth of the bond, that a baby and a mother share and the amount of patience she puts in to get there, to have her baby, to hold it close and nurture it for the rest of her life.

I dont think even the children that come out of mothers like these(like me...) tend to understand how hard it for a mother, to go through all that. Especially if she has to do it all alone. My friend has a nurturing and caring husband to be there and take care of her. I am truly amazed when I think, how my mom did it... All alone. I remember my previous post about moms being exasperating. Well I guess I gotta eat my words now. They have all the right to be exasperating, considering what they go through for us.

Hats off to all the wonderful mothers out there ! This one is for you !

Sweet Torture !!!

I remember reading Paroma and Dev's posts. So much meaning to it... So true guys.. Moms are the best as always. But just like friends whom we tend to miss after they leave but fight with all our mights while they are with us... Moms can be exasperating... A lot of times..

Call it second childhood or senility... but to act like a stubborn child, none better than my mother to do the impersonation and at times, I feel like a mom to her. Its like we switch roles...

Be it small things, which she starts to sulk for, or blow out of proportion, or big things which all of a sudden seem mighty funny to her, that makes you wanna scream, " I am serious !!!! Will you please listen ?"... They turn into total children... As much as I enjoy and laugh along with her during her tantrums, it would be a gross injustice if I didn't mention that it does get on my nerves sometimes.

You feel sad for her, deteriorating health-wise. And you want to help her... But when she throws such a tantrum regarding something, that makes you wanna say, "Ok ! You know what... I guess I don't have to do this at all. Guess you have everything under control after all... ". Asking me to do things, and then doing them herself, because I didn't jump up the very moment the order was uttered and sprint to finish the job. Just because, I am tired myself and had just put my legs up, and sat as comfortably as possible after a long day...

Mothers ! As much as they are exciting, they are exasperating, at times !

But at the end, We can't live without them either, can we? I sure can't !!

My Dear Friend !

Where do they start ?
Where do they end?
When will I ever forget...
How I met you my dear friend !

Time has flown past.
Memories galore !
But how long will they remain...
For a year, or for more ?

Wise are the ones ...
That keep their minds open
Coz' when the friend leaves ...
It is bound to be broken.

But how do we get through
All this heartbreak and pain
I guess I would just have to start...
All over again !

Exhilarating...

Nothing short of that word, could explain better about how it felt... Nokia Express Music Voice Hunt...

I remember my first time, when I was on that stage singing before thousands of contestants and being turned down by the judge then(Pop Shalini) cause I sounded a lot like her. I would be lying if I said I took it all in my stride. It did hurt a lot...

But I guess I just grew up.. and when this show appeared again, with a tinge of unease I went and auditioned for it, all the time telling myself, " I'm not going to get selected anyway so what's the big deal !! " But when they called me for the second round, it came as a shock ! I couldn't make up my mind till the last minute, whether I did want to put myself through the torture of getting turned down again. But then I decided.. What the heck ! Life goes on... and I went anyways. This time, as cool as I was outwardly, I was shaking inside. And it showed when I got on that stage and started to sing. I had people pointing and laughing at the way the microphone in my hand was quivering while I sang... And at the end, the judge(Suresh Peters) only had to say, " I'm surprised ". Musing over whether it was a good one or a bad one, I walked off the stage...

When the ordeal was over, and I was trying to cool myself off, I remember... Craig(The SS Music VJ - he is almost their mascot... It is like SS Music - Craig.. Craig - SS Music) walking up to me and saying, " Dont worry ! You did well... Just let it go... What are you so worried about ? "... I went through the entire program with the team, till they packed up. My day ended, talking to Pooja (Another VJ of SS Music) . We had a nice chat ! Very nice person and a very beautiful lady ! SS Music...where do you find people like these ??

To all my surprise and consternation, I did get through to the next round. I was positive that I wouldn't, that I din't have the style or look that it required... But hey ! Who am I to judge ? I doing bad up until now anyways... Here, I was informed that the crew was coming home to shoot an individual interview of the contestants with the family.. Due to various reasons and considering the fact that I live in a godforsaken village, the team couldn't make it.

So we were invited for a shoot, in VGP Universal Kingdom. The seven standouts, who hadn't finished the interview yet... I would like to take a minute to mention every one of them... Shyama, Ravi, Sonali, Jitha, Waja, Al Rufian(Sorry if I have your name wrong buddy..lemme know ! will correct it..) and Saurav. We had a ball ! Craig at his usual best, the team was helpful, lively and a lot of fun to be with... They kept pulling stunts that had us all in splits most of the time... I lost in one of the games we played and was asked to sing to the statue of a monkey(Ahem ! A boy monkey... in a state of total undress...Ahem !) God ! it was embarassing, and fun. I wouldn't probably have done anything more crazier in my whole life and I loved it...

Jitha with his Papa Jetty color Shirt... Saurav with his Grasim Mr. India muscles, Sonali with her Fritney Fspears... Shyama with her three heroes(Waja, Saurav and Jitha..) A wonderful pot-pourri of people we were and I enjoyed every single moment I spent with these wonderful people...

This post is an ode to all those people, who made my day a LOT more special than it was bound to be... Thanks to Rehan.. who gave it a great start in the morning. Man ! We laugh too much....

And a special mention to the camera men.. Mr. Saravanan and Mr. Tamizh ! Mr. Surya, The Producer Mr. Nithil, Mr. Aswin, The girl(I am sorry I dint ask you for your name...) everyone...who were so patient with us, while we goofed around... Thanks guys ! You are the best...

I am really looking forward for the next round... and when I think about it, I remember what Craig says at the end of every episode of Voice hunt.. That going on that stage and singing, the best part is not the winning but the experience. I have to say...

Amen to that !

The Bane To Blogging...

The moment I decide to do something…I see an inevitable hurdle always pops out of nowhere. I have seen this happen, every single time, I make a crucial decision. Call it fate, or just sheer luck, but I Swear it happens !! The minute I wrote that I need to blog everyday; pop went out my phone lines and my broadband along with it. Been out of sync for a week.

After cursing BSNL for like the zillionth time (for those who don’t know, this is the highest used phone subscriber in all of India) and since it is the only subscriber available in the godforsaken village I live in, I resign to fate and accept that I have to stop the blogging. At least till I can post what I write… That is till I get the connection.

Sad but very true story ! I hate you BSNL !

About Blogging...

Something I want to do on a regular basis. Something I think I should always be doing. Like sleeping, or eating :)... Something I know I wish to improve on, by using you guys as scapegoats ( yeah ! I am talking about you....The one who is reading this post !)...

Something I want to take up seriously.. Something which provides relief like no other, a great vent to all my feelings... Something that is a source of pride, when I see it commented about ( Good or bad ! It shows that someone had the patience to read it completely )...

Something I am doing now ! And wish to keep doing....

Disco Debacle !!!

My brother, who laughed his a**(forgive my French) off on this story, asked me to blog it quite sometime back. But dint find the time to do it. So here it is now bro...

Ok ! I give up ! I concede to the fact that I have never been to a disco before. Oh yes ! I am 24 and in a time where night life is thriving, here is a strange being who's never been to one. Or this is how I was treated, whenever I told people that I have never been to one. I had this strong resolve to go to a disco, one to shut the wagging tongues out for good and two, coz I really do enjoy dancing !

So, the plan formed on this wonderfully late Sunday evening, when a colleague of mine, asked to take me and another girl friend out for dinner, coz it was her Marriage anniversary. This colleague of mine was a Disco virgin too, and we in our unending quest to go to one..finally chose dinner over it and after a lot of speculation and phone calls and enquiries, decided to go to Le Flame in Le Meridien (one of the top notch hotels in Chennai, Tamilnadu). And oh ! the efforts we put into finding out if this were the right place. We wanted our first experience to be good !

So, I went back home, all jittery and excited to get all dressed for my Ultimate Disco experience. I dressed in the most classy top I could lay my hands on (all my mom didn't do was catcall ! Whew!) , my mom wishing me luck as if I was going to the Boston Tea Party !

So finally, all of us got together at the girl's place(the one who was taking us out..listen to the story..come on !) . Counting heads, it was the girl, her husband, our mutual girl friend and yours truly ! Four of us ! All whoopy and excited about the disco (thankfully, the other girlfriend was mellow..coz she wasnt a rookie..) ..

Driving twoz on our mo-bikes, we made it to the discotheque', my adrenaline at its peak as we entered. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that women had free entry to any disco anywhere, which seemed like a pretty cool rule to me ! So happily, joking and tripping each other...we went down to the dance floor !

Opening the door, bracing ourselves for the jam inside, we walked in and our smiles froze !

The floor was completely empty but for the four of us and the bartender to the side !

I turned and looked daggers at the husband and muttered, "You did this on purpose, didn't you ?" He swore on his life and love that he did not. What we did not know, was it being a Sunday, was not a great day for people to get sloshed and get high on dancing. Bad timing ! Dejected and all let out of air, we finally got our great disco experience, just the four of us....having sandwiches on the bar... dancing alone like idiots ....

Jeez ! for all the planning in the world !!!

A Kindred Soul !

Sometimes in life, you come across people who strike deep chords in your heart. Bang out of nowhere do they appear and we are blindsided. Such coincidences we see between the two of us, it is eerie to even think about. But hey ! who am I to comment !

Met a kindred soul today ! We share so many similarities, yet we are so different. We hardly know each other, yet we share a certain comfort.

Hard to put to words, harder to understand... The Mysterious ways of life !