A Labrador and a Beagle under the same roof

In case you didn’t notice, there are two new pages on this blog now — one for Khloe and one for Pumbaa and Khloe — and of course, the evergreen one for Pumbaa. 😀

This post is JUSTLY for all those people who melt into puddles when it is to do with dogs, and Pumbaa in general. Oh, or it that the other way around? 😀

Yes, clearly, I have no time to blog, but I don’t want you to abandon this page 😀 Just because I’m not here. Pfffft!

Oh, and while i’m here, let me also say that this blog has successfully crossed 101,805 hits since…naah! No ‘since’. That doesn’t matter now, does it 😛 No, wait! Don’t try to find… Fine! Be that way.

Best people off to one of the best travel destinations ;)

We had planned this once in 2008…but, like all Plan As, it didn’t work. And we didn’t have a Plan B then 😀  So, in 2010, we directly named it Plan B. And it’s working! 😀

Started off when one person just took the initiative and sent mails to everyone saying “We need to meet!” 😀 Guess time’s not just a healer, it also makes people sensible 😉 Because, this time, we quickly invested money and made bookings: so, now, no one plans to opt out.

On the 12th and 13th of June, 10 of us are going to be at Munnar 🙂 At the Elysium Garden Resort. And we’ve already set the mood through a Facebook page we created for this. It’s brought a lot of memories and forgotten pics back to life!!!

This is our Facebook Page’s description: Before the group began we mapped out three primary goals: 1) to see and meet every year 2) to make our bonds and relationships stronger and 3) to love each other more every year. Brilliant words, Lee!

The mail has already run into threads that crossed 100. A couple from Dufaai Dubai, a couple from Bangalore, a couple from Kochi. A girl from Bangalore, a guy from Aluva, another from Kochi and yet another from Dufaai Dubai again—we’re all discussing this, making fun of one another, making back up plans, deciding colour combos for the photo-shoot 😀 😀 😀 (so that a few years later, we won’t look like a bunch of something the cat brought in!)

We’ve arranged a tempo traveler. We’ve booked the rooms. We’ve asked for campfire and music. And we’ve planned to have a night out…to relive our college days…to refresh those memories.

People say it might rain there. So, we even have back up plans:

  1. A big umbrella and one adoring husband to hold it for his ‘paavam merlin’ and all her friends who’ll huddle beneath it ;))
  2. Uno Cards
  3. Pictionary
  4. Ludo 😀 [we used to hold championships at college; it’s part of our team’s existence ;)]
  5. Photo shoots (the gang’s favourite past time; guess we did more of that than any studying at college ;))

It’s amazing how friends always catch up like there hasn’t been a day of gap. None of us ever call each other every day (or week, even!), most of us don’t mail to/chat with each other…and yet, when the trip plan popped up, we’re all in, high on enthusiasm and spirit…and memories come flooding 🙂

The last time we all had a trip was when we were in college. 16 of us went off to Thekkady-Kodaikanal. We still have very good memories of it. Thankfully, time has erased the not-so-good ones, which were few! 😉

This time, we’re hoping it’ll be a brilliant one…and that time won’t have to linger around with the eraser 😀

Just 10 more days to gooooooo. Yippeeeeee 😀

Munnar…here we come 🙂

a strange weekend…actually, two!

No no… I did not disappear again. Had made an impromptu trip to Trivandrum, my hometowncity.

The trip turned out to be one of those “totally unplanned, outright fun” ones! All the cousins and second cousins and uncles and aunts were cooped up under the same roof — and we all had so much fun there! Apart from marriages, Onam, and a once-in-a-while first-birthday party, we don’t get together like this: and I can’t really remember the last time we all were together like this…the last time we all had such fun. About 40-odd people — adults and us ‘kids’. Everyone forming tiny little groups in every single space available and chattering, laughing (and even singing), merry-making…

Occasionally, when our laughter crossed the allowed decibel level, aunts and uncles came barging in, admonishing and ordering us to behave ourselves. Yet, at the same time, we could see the ‘elders’ in the family sitting around and sharing old-time stories…their childhood and their pranks — and laughing their hearts out!

But it was all very strange throughout — this merrymaking in the family; the neighbours must all think we’re a bunch of sadistic, barbaric  tribals! Well, can’t really blame them: because it was not really one of those “planned get-togethers”; and I was not really on an “unplanned, fun” trip. I had hurried off to Trivandrum to attend my grandmother’s funeral…

Grandma’s death was much anticipated…and entirely “prayed-for”, I might say. She was slowly entering a phase of immense suffering…and everyone was hoping she’d be called away before too long. So, in a way, we could defend ourselves, saying we were celebrating her ‘escape from sufferings’ or such crap.

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Granma

There! She was the last member of that generation’s lot. Now, apparently, “we all” will never ever get-together like this anymore. Grandma had perhaps been a unifying factor: the reason why everyone got together under that roof occasionally. Now, each to one’s own.

Guess it’s true; four of my cousins are in the middle east; one’s in Delhi; one’s in Cochin; one’s planning to go off soon to Australia; two of us are here in Bangalore; one is off to UK…and God knows when we’ll all see each other again. Unlike those good old days, none of us seem to be really pulled home by force, excitement and urge to attend to weddings and childbirths in the family any longer. We all have our excuses: projects to be completed; horrid bosses who grant no leave; new job, so no leave; exams, so can’t skip school/college; low attendance, will get into the professor’s black list ; out of the country, can’t be bothered to make a presence…and so on. Somehow, a death seem to bring a jolt to each one of us (and to the bosses, teachers and professors as well, God-knows-how!) and everyone turns up somehow or the other.

So, maybe sub-consciously, we all knew it was one of those “this-wont-last-too-long-and-may-very-well-be-the-last-time” times together…and must’ve taken full advantage of it. Bonded with each other asap…sang, danced, wrestled, fooled around, had palmistry sessions, had PJ-sessions…had “tonne kanakkinu fun, fun” (like the tagline of a local radio station goes)!

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Now, its all over. Everyone’s gone back to whatever they were up to before 3.00 a.m. on July 16th!

Four women…and the cycle of life

ONE→ — she was a goddess! She had the heart of a…well…I can’t find a single person / thing to compare her with. Love seemed to be the very reason behind her existence…and love is all she ever had in her. From my earliest memories, I can only take out snaps of her angelic face…with that never-fading smile. I could never determine if they were wrinkles or laugh-lines that blanketed her face.

She was always concerned about every living thing’s welfare. Meet her for the first time in your life…and you’d still be asked the one question which was so characteristic of her: “Have you had any food, my dear?” There was not a single person who hasn’t felt warm being asked that. There were only good things she had to tell about people.

She was everyone’s darling — a hot favourite in that neighbourhood. The perfect woman: which put heavy demands on her daughter 😉 .

When she died at the age of 94, even the plants in the house seemed to wilt!

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Two — born the eldest in the family and followed by two brothers, she was a pampered sister; a disciplined daughter; a liberated wife.

Her childhood — in the role of a daughter — was a supressed one. She longed to wear glass bangles; but when she finally got  a few and wore it, her dad smashed them all into bits. She longed to dress up, but  feared her dad’s reaction to it. She longed to be liberated: and that’s when she got married.

The husband danced to her every whim; gave her all she wanted; treated her like his goddess. But alas! She never became that loving wife he thought (and expected) she would. Money became the reason and the ‘everything’ of her existence. Even when her seven kids grew up, she treated them all on the basis of who was richer…and who gave her the best benefits.

Throughout her life, all that ever mattered to her was money…and her own well-being. Anyone / anybody who came in the way was treated like dirt.

She is now 90. Health is deteriorating; beauty has faded; all that remains is the arrogance, self-indulgence and love for money!

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Three — probably was born as an angel and sent down to earth for the welfare of a few select earthlings!

The one person in the family who lived for the family. Right from childhood, she took it up on herself ‘to care’. Everyone was always treated like kings and queens by her. Even when they (almost always) forgot to care for her welfare, she’s never had a complaint.

She is beautiful, angelic. And has a heart that matches her face. Love seems to be the very reason behind her existence…and love is all she ever has in her. From my earliest memories, I have felt only the love that overflowed from her heart.

No matter how people treat her, she is always available and ready when they are in need. Nothing ever deters her from helping someone — even while she’s in the worst conditions.

She is everyone’s darling…and will always remain so. She’s the kind of woman every woman would love to be: which places a lot of demands on the daughter 😉

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From the cycle of life depicted here, Four is likely to follow Two. But she’d be damned if that happens. Knowing her, am sure she won’t let anything lead to that!! She loves Three and that’s who she’d love and strive to be like.

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This is the story of four consecutive generations in a family…

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Oh! By the way… Four is me.
It’s too early to really write anything about 😀 😆

Life through a Window!

We often talk about perspective, about differences in opinions and views. We talk about how life is unfair to fair people sometimes; how luck never favours the unlucky (??!!!); how opportunity knocked, but the butler was on leave; how ‘good’ things seldom seem to happen to good people; how life sometimes…ok ok…stuff like that.

Here’s a story that’ll tell you how your perspective and attitude is what matters in life — and how those are the things that open life’s windows for you into the wide, wide world!

Life through a Window…

I’ve written humourous posts, I’ve written sad posts, I’ve written hate posts, I’ve written despair posts, I’ve written book-review posts, I’ve written nostalgic posts, I’ve written funny love posts (if a tag can be considered 😀 ) and I’ve written some other kind of posts too. I’ve even written a poem (4th grader’s though, it is) but I’ve never written a story! So, here’s one!

(Sakhi, watch out. I might just be a better story-teller than you! 😉 😛 )

Life through a Window!

Not so long ago (around 4-5 months back), there lived a frog named Yey!. He lived by a patch of grass on a road’s dead end…and in his ‘neighbourhood’ there were a couple of trees, a pile of stones, a pile of bits and pieces of clothes (probably waste from the tailor’s place), screaming people who lived in big houses, 4 dogs and a corner which was always occupied by dog-shit 😀 . The four dogs tried to annoy, irritate and humiliate Yey! all the time — whenever they spotted him, they’d chase him, scratch him, paw him…but never killed him! Yey! never complained. “How ironic”, thought Yey!, “I never feel like my name. Never!”

Yey! had, for some reason, imagined that this was the best place to be! He used to hop around town, searching for bugs and flies and any sort of food — but irrespective of the state of his tummy, by 7.00 he’d always rush back ‘home’. Because, every night, between 8.00 and 11.00 p.m., a girl would come out on to her balcony and stay there, chatting on the phone to God-knows-who (some wanna-be frog?).

Yey! used to hop around her, wondering when she’d come to her senses and kiss him (yeah…too many fairy tales, I know!) In fact, she and her on-the-phone friend had named him ‘Yey!‘ — surely, she wanted him to be happy and feel ‘yey’ all the time, he thought. Yey! yearned to get her love and attention. That never happened, and soon after that, the girl moved out of town too.

Yey! was heartbroken. He began to notice the kind of life he was having…dogs and dog-shit and screamer-at-dogs neighbour and piles of clothes and stones and dust and…and no water! Not even during the rains would a puddle form, where Yey! could swim around in joy! And what was worse, he did not even get the girl who’d given him a name, an identity! Yey! realised he was missing ‘life’ big time. Yey! decided that it was high-time he took some steps. He did.

The steps led him to an electronics shop. He bought a laptop. He decided:

I’ll make friends…
I’ll find a job..
I’ll socialise…
I’ll even blog!

And, my friends, he installed Windows XP! And got a Life through a Window! 😀 😀

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P.S.: Today, Yey! is a successful frog. He is happily married to Eeeks, one of the most beautiful females frogkind has ever seen; has 3 kids — Nge, Hain and Wow; works towards eradication of mosquito-borne diseases; blogs at frogspot.com; and has 871 friends in Orkut. Yey! does not believe in fairy tales anymore. His laptop is named ‘Mac-mac’. 🙂

The 1993 Grand Slam…

the grand slam...only, it wasnt a racquet in hand, and my dad wasnt in white shorts 😀

…was served by my dad — and received first, by me somewhere on the back of my right thigh, and after approximately 3 seconds, by my brother at more or less the same spot on his 😀 !

It was some time in April 1993, during our summer holidays! We used to live in this awesome house set in the midst of 1.5 acres of white sand and lush greens…in the then little town of Guruvayur! I was 8 then (my brother, 11) — a naughty, impish girl who used to create havoc within the house all the time, and when thrown out, amidst my brother’s friends! 😀 .

We considered ourselves the luckiest among my cousins (who all lived either in crammed apartments in huge cities or in little rooms put together in 2 cents of land and called a ‘house’!) 😛 and I used to walk around singing praise of this beautiful house and the space around it.

All sorts of pranks, mischiefs and tomfoolery were allowed for by dad and mom. “Ee praayathil nalla akramam venam pillerkk”, they used to say (It’s the age when kids should be naughty). 😉 We used to dress up the poor cow in its own dung; we used to hide behind bushes and throw huge, but dead, Eveready batteries at poor Raman Nair, the old-man-with-bracket-legs, who used to look after the trees and the soil spread over 1.5 acres; we used to steal mom’s starched sarees from her cupboards and make tents with it (we thought she never knew!); we used to pack pepper leaves in small packets and throw it on the road, catching some poor betel chewer unawares! We used to go to the temple every morning just to get the yummy prasadam; we used to make mud-pies (i actually tasted one!) and serve our friends; we used to play lagorie/seven-stones (i used to get badly hit by the guys!); we used to catch thumbis and then guilt-ridden, let them go; we used to build tents and make dad inaugurate them, urge him to step in (every time, it would be too low for his height, too fragile and would collapse over his head) and blame him for the destruction; we used to frolic all the time in the wide, deep pond without the slightest fear — until I drowned once! But that was never an issue. I decided never to drown again…and we continued our swimming adventures 😀

Didn't quite have the time to notice dad's expression...but am damn sure it was something like this -- an evil grin mixed with surprise, anger and that just-up-from-sleep blankness!

The only thing NOT allowed: we were warned never to scream while dad was asleep. And that’s just what I did that day in April 1993. 😀

We were playing police and thief. When it was my turn to be thief, the ‘police’ came chasing and I ran for my life (and loot)! Went rushing into the kitchen from where mom shooed us out. The only place left for me to run into was my parent’s bedroom…and, forgetting the fact that dad was enjoying his after-lunch nap, I let out a blood-curdling scream and ran into his room. By the time I’d half-circled across his bed and reached the other side, he was up! The first thing he got in his hand was my grandfather’s walking stick.

I ran, he swung. The timings clicked. That aristocratic-looking smooth, 1-inch diametre stick kissed me — violently on the backside of my right thigh.

Silent. Breathless. Motionless.

Too late to realise, my brother pushed me ahead. Dad swung it high again. My brother found himself in exactly the same spot I had been approximately 3 seconds ago. The timings clicked again. Apparently, the stick was highly confused in matters of sexual interests! It kissed him too! 😀

Silent. Breathless. Motionless.

We both strode across the huge hall, entered our room, locked the door, went to our respective beds, pressed our face down into our pillows — and screamed in pain!

Some slam it was! Oh my god! I felt like I was a sheet of crumpled paper that had been floating around and suddenly settled down in a fire, flames licking at me with their rough tongues!

My dad never hit us ever again. In return for that favour, we never screamed while he slept. 😀

Now, tell me this — do you have a ‘hit’ story that can beat this one (no pun intended) ?

P.S.: In 1993, the Grand Slam was Steffi Graf’s too! The US Open, Wimbledon and French Open 😀

all my bags are packed, i’m ready to go…

The perfect song for me now…

“Going home” is generally a very happy feeling…especially when you have super-lovely parents! And till about a week back, I was all excited and doing the countdown. But well, now that 31 July (that’s my last official working day) is just 4 days away, I’m already feeling the 😦 that has set in…

Resource Communications…i still remember the day I first heard about it from a friend in Bangalore. I was in Trivandrum then, on the lookout for a job. The website implored me to apply and make sure i get through. But when I actually send in my application and got called for a ‘copy test’ (I applied for copywriting), I was thrilled and anxious at the same time. After the test, I booked my return ticket–I decided that it was the worst test I ever attended (blame my lack of talent) and wouldn’t get through 😀 And so, when a call came for the third round of interviews, I had a better opinion about myself! 😀

How a whole year, and a month after that, passed…i cant imagine!

Today, Resource for me is a totally different experience…its all about a lot of passion, hardwork, dicussions–heated and otherwise–ideas, blastings, dressing downs, meetings, reviews, trips…and most importantly, a mix of totally different kinds of people with a lot of passion!

And perhaps, the only organisation where food plays a high and mighty role in each one’s lives 😀 😀 😀  There are daily meetings where we discuss what food is yummiest where…organise breakfast trips, lunch trips and dinner trips 😀 😀 😀 And being an integrated ‘Indian team’, we have had our share of North-Indian, Karnataka, Andhra and Maharashtrian lunches till date.

But nothing matched the excitement we all had on the day our MD made masala dosas for all of us!! Hehehehe…yes, you read it right…our’s is a small team…12 main people and 5 support staff…so, anything that’s done in office, is done collaboratively! Again, the most striking thing about the MD-cooked-lunch was the passion and integrity with which he did it !! Well I still owe everyone at office a Kerala lunch 😀

Will probably do it when I come back from Kerala in a few months’ time and join back in this same lovely company!!! Well, when bosses refuse to accept resination letters, what else to do? 😀 (I’m so glad he did that! 😉 ) It will be like “coming back home”…

Lunch and food are just  of the few things in a typical Resource-day…if you set out to find a better place than Resource, you’ll invariably land up in front of a green-gated cosy building called Resource 😉