Days of disorientation…

…have been on for a long while now and they don’t seem to come to an end! And I don’t like it one bit. One bit!

And unlike others, when I vanish from my blog, nobody cares. Nobody calls up. Mail do not flood my inbox asking me if I’m alright, where I am, why there are no posts… Nothing, none of that. That depresses me. Nobody cares πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€Β  Ah well, Scribby did ask. She cares…and I now love her for that!

I missed a lot many of your posts, but most of them, I read. Some I “like”d, some I just read, smiled and closed off. No favouritism there πŸ™‚ Just too lazy to “log in to WP to ‘Like'” πŸ˜‰

It’s been almost 2-and-a-half months since I blogged last. Not because I had nothing to blog about — in fact, a lot happened over the last 2 months and 10 days. It’s just that I’d been wallowing in depression and disorientation, I’ve not been able to make myself log in here and crib write about it, or about anything at all, for that matter.

  • Celebrated Onam well, minus the pookkalams like last time. Pumbaa had his first ever Onam Sadya — and drooled all over the place while I made him pose…and slurped and gulped it all down in a jiffy! πŸ™‚
    Pumbaa Nayar Thomas' very first Onam Sadya ;)

    Pumbaa Nayar Thomas' very first Onam Sadya πŸ˜‰

    • I quit IBM. I put in my papers early September, and I went into depression. Well, it was my decision, but I had really liked working there. There was something comforting about that place, the team, the work… Learnt a lot, went through a lot, lost some “friends”. Gained some real awesome ones πŸ™‚Β  — the only thing I’ll miss so very terribly for a looooooong time! So well, though it was my decision, I do regret it at times. But things did change drastically recently (which may also have fuelled my decision to leave; certain people and their principles did not agree with me, though quitting a company because of that may sound an immature act. Well, you need to be there to know it, so don’t judge me yet πŸ˜‰ ). And for the record, she also quit on the same day πŸ˜€Β  And like I told a manager, I referred her there, and when I left, I took her along πŸ˜‰
  • I went on a team trip from office early October, to Pondicherry. Was it awesome!!! πŸ™‚ We left on a Friday late night and reached back Sunday night — after having a ton of fun. I loooooooooooooooved the beach time. The bunch of us walked into a private beach on a sizzling afternoon, around 2, and stayed on till about close to 6. It was splendid. And the Sunday morning walk…it was bliss. Thanks for that, Binoy πŸ™‚Β  I don’t think I’d have gone on that walk alone — and if you hadn’t come up with that idea, it’d have been a loss! Thanks for the trip too. I owe you a whole post for being such a great friend πŸ˜‰

    The beach was all ours! :)

    The beach was all ours! πŸ™‚ -- at Pondicherry

  • Pumbaa turned one (Happy Birthday, Pumbaa!) on October 10. We celebrated his birthday, decorated the house, bought him a load of gifts and made him a special “beef biriyani” birthday cake πŸ˜€ The grandma painstakingly carved out “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” from carrots, because Pumbaa loves carrots πŸ˜€ He downed it all. It was pure neglect and sacrilege on my part not to have posted at least that. Paaavam Pumbaa 😦 I even posted the pics on FB quite late! Here’s a pic. More here.

    Happy Birthday, Pumbaaaaaaa :)

    Happy Birthday, Pumbaaaaaaa πŸ™‚

  • I went for a “Nostalgia Night” at Resource Communications, the one place I had ALWAYS loved working in, and the one place I’d love to work in, any day πŸ™‚Β  It was on a Friday night, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it. But I managed to, thanks to Suraj. It was perhaps one of the BEST decisions I’ve taken. It was awesome being back there, meeting all those people, walking around in that awesome place. Thanks for hosting it, Jayadev and Chicku! You people rock!

    After a night of Resource...ful memories!

    After a night of Resource...ful memories!

  • It was my birthday too, recently. Well, no grand gifts this time, but got a FABULOUS cake — of Calvin & Hobbes. It was sooooo superbly done! I wanted a cardigan, so while Suraj took me shopping, the brother, father and mother decked up the terrace, set the cake and balloons and waited for me to come back! It was awesome πŸ™‚

    The god-awesome Calvin&Hobbes Cake :)

    The god-awesome Calvin&Hobbes Cake πŸ™‚

  • Hate being at home, in a state of indecision and confusion. Hate taking it on others, so trying not to talk about it much. Would love to enjoy it as a vacation, but there’s work keeping me occupied and worries keeping me in a perpetual state of disturbance.
  • Love the weather. Bought a cardigan (finally!) and promptly lost it the very next day at the bank — and didn’t realise it until after 4 days. Bah to me, seriously! Ugh!
  • Want to get back to blogging — like I used to. Wonder what’s stopping me 😦
  • The only place I want to go to, to live in, EVER is Goa. There! I’ve said it, put it down in writing. Goa, Goa, Goa. Not Kochi, not anywhere else 😦
  • The parents have decided to relocate back to Trivandrum. We’ll miss them 😦  They’ll miss Pumbaa 😦  Pumbaa’ll miss them 😦
  • Vimmuuu relocated to Kochi, and likes it better than Trivandrum. Bah to you, pseudo spidey! I don’t like you anymore 😦

Okay! I’m done for now. I wonder when I’ll be back — both, to being myself, and to my blog. Too much time, is sometime, very little! Sigh!

all-time buddy…broken-toe buddy!

Friendship…it’s a weird thing! And friends…they’re weird people! πŸ˜€

They come into your life when there is no space left. And then, there is no time left! Your life walks over, takes an entry ticket to the nearest circus grounds and gets a seat on the most violent roller-coaster πŸ˜€ It’s an amazing phenomenon…

They say “Everything in life will change…only friendship remains the same.” Well, though I don’t agree totally to that, I do think friends are some of the most dynamic things that happen to you! No one else can be with you and create total havoc in your life πŸ˜€ …

There have been many friends who’s come, stayed, left and come back again…but none has mattered more than Jaya. Well it’s not Friendship Week or Friendship day; its not her birthday. What prompted me to write this is a really funny thing that happened to Jaya! πŸ˜€

Its quite easy to say “He / She is my best friend. We have a lot in common.” But in our case, the ‘lot in common’ has always been a bit too literal! πŸ˜‰

Oh, the fun we’ve had!

Of all that we have in common — attitude to life, interests (books, hobbies, bitching and guys), memory failures, i-live-to-get-into-trouble syndrome and what nots — the most striking has always been our voice! And the things we’ve done with it πŸ˜€

Hehe…everyone — from her parents to her boyfriend — always had (still have) trouble distinguishing her from me and vice versa. I once had the most embarassing conversation with her boyfriend πŸ˜€ Anyway, we have intentionally and unintentionally fooled many people and laughed our guts out!! Those stories are quite personal (and I’d be murdered if I publish them here πŸ˜€ ).

Well, coming back to the funny thing that happened to her… Yesterday, she broke her toe ! πŸ˜› (No no, I’m not a sadist friend who is overjoyed at her toes woes πŸ˜€ )

Flash back πŸ˜€ : Two years ago, I went to the beach with a cousin and we were shooting sand at each other with our feet. At one point, my foot met his! He screamed at me for the little layer of skin I accidentally peeled off his leg — while, I wasnt even aware of my broken toe till I reached home πŸ˜€ I couldnt believe it! I’d broken my toe in the most stupid way one can break a toe πŸ˜€ . With that broken toe, I went off to Mumbai the next day with Jaya (for our project completion) and climbed every single available foot-over bridge at all most of Mumbai’s stations — across VT, Andheri, Juhu, Dombivali, Thane and Mahalakshmi πŸ˜€ …and then we went to Goa…with that same broken toe (you cant expect a toe to form bone, zap in 10 days)!!! And my dear freind teased me for being “the committed student”. (I looked at it as a chance to freak out in Mumbai and Goa with my best friend πŸ˜‰ . Project? What project? Toe? Aah…slight pain there! πŸ˜€ )

Yesterday, Jaya had Thiruvaathira practice at her office. The girl by her side put her best foot forward — but

a thiruvathirakkali in progress somewhere ;)

a thiruvaathirakkali in progress somewhere πŸ˜‰

at a time when it was uncalled for — and Jaya broke her toe! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ Thiruvaathira is a dance form that gives no room for violence! It’s one of those slow moving, peaceful dances. C’mon! If she’d been practising break dance, I can understand πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜‰ Hehe…knowing Thiruvaathira steps, and having done it myself a few time, I’d say she broke her toe in the most stupid way one can break a toe πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ (but not as stupidly as I managed). And the “committed employee” is in office even today. Took no leave, could not stay away from work (or is it the practise?) πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

Edi, njaan athum kond nadann odukkam 3 weeks-il heal aakumaayirunnathu took 3 months. Maryadaykk veetil irikkaan nokku πŸ˜€ . Get well soon, honey! Mwah! Love you loads, my broken-toe buddy ! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

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