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A new attempt

I recently discovered that there a concept called Vignette in literature. My curiosity was aroused because the tool I am working with at office is also called Vignette. So I thought, “Well, it doesn’t hurt to give this a try” and here it is. I am not sure if it is good or even if I have written a Vignette. But, well, this is my blog and where else can I post my feeble attempts at writing 🙂 😛

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Real Beauty

She hurriedly stepped inside her Mercedes and nudged her husband to get the car going. The rain had started splattering on the window harshly. The rain had already made her saree wet and she felt that her carefully done make-up had been smudged. Irritated at the rain, she took her compact from her handbag. She was suddenly flooded with the thoughts of her past, for no reason. It was a hard time then, without even being able to afford 3 meals a day.But back then, she was that innocent girl who thought that humanity existed in every human.She had thought that in this world, help would be given to those who asked for it. She learned that she was wrong and that she learned it the hard way. She no longer believed that helping others is a concept in this inhumane world. She had been taught by her experiences that much.

She was shaken out of her reverie by the knocking on her car window. A little girl was begging for money. The car had stopped at the signal. The water drops had stopped. The constant knocking on her window irritated her. She had stopped helping, the day she realised that the world is full of nothing but just cold-hearted robots. After a few more knocks, the little girl gave up and went to a man on the two-wheeler nearby, who dropped off a ten rupee note on the tiny palm of the girl. The girls little brown eyes turned wide at the sight of ten rupees. She watched the little girl run to the tiny shed beside the bus stand and call out to all her friends. All of them started shouting with joy and headed towards the tea shop. They got some brown buns that were hardly enough for all of them. Yet there they were, munching on the buns happily, taking turns in having a bite, feeding each other. Something stirred inside her. She looked down at the unopened compact in her hand. She put it inside, stepped out of her car and headed towards the little ones at the tea shop. The water drops started falling,again.

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Until later 🙂

Of all the cities I have lived in!

First things first,

Last weekend, I did some blog-hopping and hit upon this blog and was awestruck. Because not only I like her language, style and everything, I could see shades of myself in her. I spent a while reading her blog and got a lot of inspiration and ideas. Thank you, Spaceman Spiff!!

This post is dedicated to all the cities that I have lived. All of them, who have seen me through the various phases of my life.

Trichy:

Starting with my native Trichy- I owe this city big time, obviously. It has seen me from when I was born to until I became that adolescent teenager. The city is famous for its wonderful Rock fort temple which also gives another identity – The Rock City. The Rock fort temple, the Srirangam temple, the Kaveri bridge and the windy rides to the doctor’s in my two-wheeler, the circuses hosted there, the exhibitions held there, the cycle rides to my school, the hatred for Half Saree and my higher secondary school, the small streets and the big bazaar (just by name 😛 Even the big bazaar streets are small), the swimming lessons at Jenny’s residency and later the hour-long bus ride to BHEL township to enjoy a swim at the Kailasapuram Club, the early morning rides to tuition classes, the speech competitions and much more. To think of those days is to think of my whole childhood. They just come rushing back in random order and bring out the emotional side of me.I never really appreciated the city until some time recent. I always wanted to go a college which is out of town and study and I achieved that quite easily. That’s when Coimbatore came into picture.

Coimbatore:

I arrived at PSG Tech, Coimbatore with great hopes and was filled with the joy of being more independent. The city held new excitements and the college life was really fun. To talk about the city, it had the best climate I ever experienced. I loved it for its chilly winters and not-so-hot summers. Unfortunately as the 4 years passed by, even Coimbatore had started becoming hotter. 🙁 This city holds some of my fine memories and some of my sad ones. This city saw the worse side of me as well as it saw the better side. As for the life I had there- the movies at KG, the shopping trips to Gandhipuram, the roaming around in Peelamedu, the stay over at Rathi’s place, the college and hostel life. All those are stories now but I have had some of my most valuable lessons learnt and experiences lived there. Though I may not have roamed around the city and saw many places, which is one of my regrets now, CBE had its fair share of my life.

Bangalore:

During the last semester, came Bangalore for a small period of time. I chose to visit Bangalore for doing my internship. But, even before that I knew the city for all my relatives have camped up there 😛 The internship period taught me to think better and not to run into random decisions. Though, that’s a trait hard for me to leave even now, I have been worse before Bangalore. And in my opinion, Bangalore is a city buzzing alive with people who are non-natives. The food, the language, the culture- everything there is a mixed one. I have recognized this identity when, I had long walks exploring the locality and during the flying visits to places with my relatives. I have never had the chance to see the true side of Bangalore with its own identity. Maybe, that my bad luck. I know I am gonna end up in this city, someday. Just waiting for that day to come. Maybe then, I will explore more about the true nature of Bangalore 🙂

Chennai:

I can say that this city is definitely not one of my favorites. Again for a short period of training, this city served my home. The city, as I know, has 2 faces. The most elegant one and the most embarrassing one. I got to see both the sides. Of course every place will have it’s own pros and cons. But in Chennai, I felt the differences were more visible and emphasizing. The ever-busy T nagar, the over-crowded buses, the OMR road, Velachery and Guindy were the only few places I got to see there. (Of course apart from the Koyambedu terminus, Central and Egmore railway stations). The city could have been far better if not for the negligence and misuse by the politicians and of course the ignorance of the residents.

Hyderabad:

This is the city where I am now  for my job. Though the distance from my home is taking its toll, I should say I am loving this city more and more everyday. I have found Telugu to be very easy after all Bommarilu-Magadheera-Happy days-Arya2 episodes at colleges and now I take pride in saying that I can speak Telugu almost as fluent as a native person. The climate here has all its phases just like a human being. The best, the worst, the in-between. It is just like the mood swings that we have. The places I have heard about here sound interesting but I have not been to any of them. But I am not going to do the same mistake I made at Coimbatore, Bangalore and Chennai, here too. All those were situational. I am going to explore this city as much as I can. And that I am going to get a proper company for the same 🙂 I have a feeling that among all the issues of being far away from home, not having enough friends around etc I might enjoy this city the best. Let us see.

Until later 🙂

Looking back!

Long gone are those days, when homework/assignments/exams to be submitted were the greatest headache. Things change and as the clichĂ©d truth goes-“Change is the one thing that never changes”. It is amazingly wondering to look behind and see that we have come past so many things and have experienced “Change” itself in full glory. The transition from our perspective doesn’t seem to happen at all. But lo and behold, 1 day you look back and you are forced to accept that those days seem like a million years ago though in real you have been alive for just 20 odd years.

When I look back,I see a range of colors in my life starting from the excitement of sharpening a new pencil to playing Happy Aquarium endlessly and now to think of it, I could not wonder if it was really me. Even when I go to places where I grew up or studied or even when I see photos of places where I have my nostalgia, I cannot help but realise that what I miss the most are really not those places but my childhood that I had there. The memories that I had there. People have been in and out of my life and I have been in and out of other people’s life too. However, I am happy where I am and who I have now. It’s just a reminiscence to see how people change with life.

The level of mental mind-set, opinions or perspectives or maturity – Call it whatever! It doesn’t just seem so that we and our perspectives change based on even the smallest of incidents that happen in our life or in the life that surrounds us and yet, we don’t notice it. I don’t deny that we still cling on to certain things like in my case, still Harry Potter ser??ies is the same to me how much ever times I read it and the “Friends” sitcom is the same how many ever times I watch it and my iPod collection sounds the same to me. It’s just time that tells you when you will grow out of it and if you will at all. Some things/people run deep that you will have them until you live, even after our perspective towards them changes. And others, we just move on because we have to.

All these traffic is because of me reminiscing about certain things that I had but do not have now and about certain things that I still have and will always have. 🙂 I have the best things possible going on and I am looking forward to them and at the same time I also have my insecurities and fears but I know I will just be fine.If you are in the same boat as me, leave your thoughts here. I’d be glad to know.

I know I have come a long way. And I am definitely happy about it.

Until later 🙂

Attitude

I got the below lines as a good morning mail. Ever since I saw these lines, there’s been a change. Everyday is being a better one than the before.

“It’s ok to have fears
It’s ok to make mistakes
It’s ok to give up on something
It’s ok to be quiet sometimes
It’s ok to cry when everyone laughs
It’s ok to laugh at a joke if you liked it
It’s ok to love the one who may not love you
It’s ok if you dance like a duck gone wild
It’s ok if you sing like a frog gone wilder than the duck
If being what you are, makes you happy then it’s great to be yourself!
Love yourself and life would have a crush on you!”

Now, I don’t hesitate to sing a song that I like just because my room mates might think that I croak like a frog (which I do really, but the difference is I do it because I want to do it). These attitude change mails and messages-I have received ‘n’ numbers of such stuff before. But, the essence just sank in 🙂

Until later 🙂

Vantage point trouble

She was just walking down the street hunting for a general stores to buy a water bottle so that she can return home soon and rest after the long, tiring day. Just then, spotting a general stores, she walked up the stairs. At the entrance, stood 2 guys in full-hand formals, looking like IT professionals. There were inspecting a bucket with great intent as if they are checking if it could bear their weight instead of the water’s. Another guy, in normal-looking clothes stood blocking the entrance. His posture was like that of the I-am-the-incharge, not leaving way for her to enter.

She: Idhar water bottles hain? (Are there water bottles here?)

The guys inspecting the bucket change their interest from the bucket to the conversation.

He stares blankly. She thinks-“Oh, Maybe he doesn’t know Hindi”.

She: Ikkada water bottles undha? (Are there water bottles here?)

Again, a blank stare for a moment. The guys who were inspecting the bucket suddenly burst into laughter.

The blank-stare guy hits himself on the head and says-“Naa paristhithi ila aayi poyindhi!(My state has come to this!)” and moves aside.

Then, it dawned on her that she had mistaken the IT guys’ friend who also came to buy a bucket and who might also be a probable IT professional, as the shopkeeper guy. Red-faced, she mutters a sorry and at the same time wonders why she couldn’t control her laughter at that embarrassing moment. Hurriedly buying a bottle from the shop she comes out, with the guys giving her a weird look.

And after a while she realizes, it was not an embarrassment  to her after all 🙂 😉 It was the guy’s 😛

Until later 🙂

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