Thursday, August 31, 2006

Bagasuran

Pitcher Perfect

Autumn Effect



10 reasons why you should forget your ex-boy friend

10. He is not here this moment when you want to show him some new jewellery you just bought at a sale. (If he doesnt know about it in the next 10 minutes, he doesnt deserve you).

9. He is no longer sending you any gifts, and even if he did... you had your new boy friend giving you better and bigger gifts.

8. Things you once loved, now make you cry because it brings back old memories. If he makes you cry for what you like, he doesnt deserve your sympathy.

7. He did not call you to make up when you told him that all he had was the next 10 minutes to call you up and apologise for losing his temper on you.

6. You just realised that he was never encouraging when you wanted to cut short a phone conversation with him so that you could go out with your friends for an ice cream.

5. He now talks of returning back all your gifts because it no longer 'belongs' to him. (He wants you to throw away all his gifts when you said you will return his gifts back to him too).

4. He does not seem to care when you ignore him a little hoping he would realize your absence.

3. Infact, he isn't thinking of you at this moment when every line here is reminding you of him.

2. You just decided that a window of opportunities just opened up for you and you have decided that its far more interesting to hang out with friends than spend hours waiting for him to respond to your phone calls.

1. You just found this new guy who is exactly your ex-boy friend MINUS all qualities you hated about him.

Nandri ketta magangal vida naaigal meladaa

I remember when my dad used to teasingly say these words to us when we used to be kids. All me and my brother will do was to shout and scream and complain...

In my office, we try to discuss some state of the art technologies, which eventually turned boring. So keep up the pace, we picked up politics. Nah! not something I liked to talk about -dropped! And finally, we come up with an apt topic. "Dogs are far superior than humans" -I couldnt agree more. He told me humans are made of 'humans'... they think and act like humans, and so canot do any better than what they do now. Given a second chance to re-live the same life, he is bound to adopt the same choices he made,,, because he is made of the same entities that keep motivating him to take the same decisions.

I remember the day my dog's soul departed its four years' shelter... It was 5:00am.

Till ten hours prior to that moment I discovered he wasnt moving anymore, I was making frequent checks on him. I knew he was in so much pain.. he was whining at such a low volume. Each time I went close to him, he stopped his whining!

Amazing, I thought.,.. think of humans who would want every one around him to know what pain they are going through. They would want all their close ones to be with them at the moment they are going to breathe their last... they want to cling to their close ones, and have one last glimpse.... look what attachments made to him...

Take my dog.. who did not want to show us what pain he was going through. He died in one dark corner of my garden... he was probably thinking that we would never discover he was dead(!?) But its not that I am talking about -its his whole thought process that pressed him not to trouble someone he should really be "loyal" to.

If a dog could do that to his master, and be so thoughtful... think of us humans. Think how much loyalty we should be showing to the others, especially to the spouses. Next time, your wife whom you married through the arranged-marriage-parents-make-the-right-match custom, disrespects you, or treats you bad, you know you could have rather settled for a b-itch!

Through the window, up above sea-level

(Old post: Oct 2005)
I loved aisle seats on board air crafts for no reason that I can think of. All I could think of was to curse the airlines that put me on the window seat on my trip to Dallas. I took off from work at 3:00PM, but the flight was delayed by six hours due to traffic jam at the hangar, and thats a story in itself though. You know all the weird thoughts that get into your minds when the flight is about to take of dont you? The ones similar to what the hero sees in FInal Destination on board the flight? :D
The flight took off, and for the first time I discovered why window seats are usually in much demand. Looking out through the window, down to the earth.. Lo! I wondered for a moment if the flight was going upside down... I saw gazillion shining stars down below blocking the view of earth itself! Rub my eyes. Look again. I almost witness the meteor shower.. with several of those shining little stars below moving as though in a pre-defined path. What a sight that was! American Airlines, you are the best! For giving me the left out window seats, much against what I had asked for!!
Did I hear any of you say that God never stops by earth to hear our problems? Why would He? He is so awe-struck up above us, and gazing at New York's grandeur all night! By the way, say your prayers during the day.
Hasn't God's creation almost reproduced God's own creation? Oops, to some of you out there -I'm not getting into this topic at this hour of the night!

Of Dan Brown and the rest of the world

(An old post: Oct 2005)
Looking down upon the hollow object in his hands, he started experimenting its orb-like features and started estimating its capacity in cubic-centimeters. Why he holding that orb now, of all he could find, he knew not, but one thing was sure. This was his big day. If not today, he would have to wait for the opportune moment until months.
He looked at the huge gate where he was instructed to be at the right moment. He stared at them from a distance, as if studying the engravings. Uncountable thoughts ran through his mind. He knew there was nothing to get distracted. What he had to do this day had been instructed to him well enough.
To get past the line, and sneak into the front row, would be tough and could cost him untold mishaps and he would be the headlines of tomorrow's news papers. Neither he nor his teacher liked to become a public figure; And they wanted to stay out of all controversies, today, of all days. His cell phone was hidden between a piece of black cloth that was tied to his waist -and it did its duty well. It concealed it from public view well enough, no one would suspect he had been contacted about what was going on within the great walls that he was facing at the moment. The moment would come, he knew, and the caller would instruct him to take the right position and he knew he would be served well this day. It was the day he had been waiting for ever since the caller had mailed him the cell phone.
And ring it did. He knew the wait was over. He moved his hands to the phone to pick the call and heard the exact words he knew he was waiting for since hours. The rain seemed to work out in his favor. And there he made his way through the thin crowd and positioned himself well enough. He knew he would be the first one to meet the one getting out when the huge door in front of them all threw open. And it did so at the right time. Ready that he was, in the right place at the right time -he grabbed the orb and held it out pointing it at the ones getting out through the opened doors- and then the only sounds he could hear was like that of copper pieces storming through an enclosed cylinder, hitting against the walls as it made its way to its destination. His eyes gleamed, he knew he was doing his job well. Soon he was done. It was time to call the leader. He did. And told his leader, in a whisper though, "today was the day! the collection is 246 Rs 75 paisa". He grinned. And they both grinned at the end of a rather profitable day outside the Golden walled temple.

Recreating my blog space

I was shocked I forgot the password to my blog account http://padma-pen.blogspot.com
So I'm forced to create this new account.
I chose the black background because.... thats the only layout out there that looks decent (I am too lazy for a custom layout). Black I think, will provide a good background for the masterpieces I wish to paint pretty soon..