Wednesday, December 23, 2009
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Friday, October 30, 2009
AUTOGRAPH / TIME MACHINE
Yesterday I chanced upon my slam book from college yet again. My numerous excursions to this part of my world have always been short lived, basically for want of time. It would invariably be to find the exact date of a friend’s birthday. In my constant race against time, I could not afford a storage card dysfunction in my brain so I best left it to my slam book to keep the information intact. But this time I decided not to make it yet another excursion.
I read what every single girl had jotted down for me. Word by word. My best friends, my gang, the three I shared my front desk with, the girls in the row behind us, the last benchers… they were all there. Alive, fresh, charming. Just the way they have always been.
I had been nice to everyone but never the top contender for the best PR person award. But still, every single person, even those classmates I hardly knew, had had only good words to write. Reading their words was truly humbling. It takes a big heart to be so pleasant. My lesson for the day.
I have decided to find them. As many as I can. Meanwhile, if you chance upon this entry my dear friends, do drop in a line. Miss you all.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Madam, I’m not Adam
“Madam, personal card’aa?”, she interrupts my thought train.
“Aamam.” (Yes.)
“Ungaloda ?” (Yours ?)
“Aamam.”
“Appo, ponnu peru?” (Bride’s name?)
Oh! So she has figured out the groom’s name. Pankaj has started laughing already. When the joke is on me, it’s always convenient, isn’t it?
How difficult is it to follow that the other name on the card has to be of the girl? Gotcha! Rajani cannot be a girl! That’s her problem. Does she think this is a gay marriage? I hope not. For her own benefit. I don’t think this religious-looking, deep-in-tradition woman would have the stomach for it.
But I’m learning to enjoy these @#$%^& ideas. I used to get irritated. But of late, I’m highly amused as to how people are religiously bent to making me male. I refuse to give up.
PS: As per Citibank credit cards department, I’m “Madam Mr. Rajani Nair”.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
You can’t SNOOZE mom.
Beep…. Beep…. Beep….. beep….
[Snooze]
5.25 am
Beep…. Beep…. Beep….. beep….
Tsch. [Snooze]
5.35 am
Beep…. Beep…. Beep….. beep….
Goes the unrelenting alarm.
Mmmmm [Snooze]
5.45 am
Beep…. Beep….
Yawn! [Snooze]
5.55 am
Beep…. Beep….
Oh, Shut up! [Snooze]
6.05 am Beep [Snooze]
6.15 am Beep [Snooze]
6.25 am Bee.. [Snooze]
6.35 am B.. [Snooze]
6.37 am “Shankar will you just get out of bed?”
7.00 am
Shankar is out the door fully dressed for his gym session.
You can’t snooze mom after all.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
What’s with me?
I have not been here in a while. Sure, there’s a lot I’ve been
wanting to put down. I have been wandering from place to place, from one thought process to another to another, thinking up as many as 12 different things at any given moment, creating problems, solving problems, pitching, arguing, fighting, laughing, laughing so hard I cry... It’s been so much fun, so much learning and a great deal of inspiration.
So, what’s with me? Too busy? Too lazy? Writer’s block? Yes? No? I don’t know. But write I will. It’s my means and end. And yeah,
I’M BACK.