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Be (un)comfortable

November 13, 2011 / / 4 Comments

Hello all 🙂

How has life been for you? It has just been fine. Have been digging others’ blogs. Got a few honors bestowed upon me. 🙂 🙂

The first,

Pradeeta, better known as Mystical Skeptical Me gave me a special place in her colorful star-set and am so happy about it. Also, I am happy that she bestowed me with Aubergine Purple. After all, purple has taken over the post of my favorite color, after successfully pushing royal black to the runner-up place. Describing me in a way I had never seen myself, she touched my heart and made me go bonkers with happiness over the next few hours. The way she wrote out the accolades for all of her favorite writers was simply mind-blowing.  If you are not following her already, please go over and do.

Next,

Did a guest post on Adhi’s blog. Just a little story that I wrote and he found it good enough to let me post it on his blog. The story means lot to us both as it is half-true and half-fiction. It touches our lives so deep that none can ever fathom how deep. So, I just posted it, just like that and just for us. Do head over and read, if you feel like. The post is here: Ghosts from her past. Also, let me know your thoughts. There is no great feeling than knowing that someone loves your writing. 🙂

Next,

The guy who is the god of humor, Kalpak, asking me to do a paragraph for the guest(s) post @ his blog. I have to think really hard and come up with something that will be good enough to match the noises of his empty vessel.

Now, coming back to the post, I warn you. It is an advice kind of post but I decided to go ahead and post it because I found it good enough when I followed it and hence thought I would share the same with you people too.

We all live our lives inside a circle. A comfortable circle drawn by us. We never come out of the comfort zone. Very rarely do we break the usual routine of lazy Sundays, sleeping for almost half of the day, eating only the food that we love, doing stuff that we love. Never out of the box. As I was living that kind of routine life, my guy gave me an idea for a change. The idea was get out of the comfy zone and do something for a change. How ever small the thing might be. It might be a different outfit than the usual, a walk home from office though if it is a bit more of work to your legs than you usually give, trying some food that you have shunned long ago due to some reason, getting up early for a change and again if you are an early sleeper, taking a night out from sleep.. Anything! Literally anything you might try. It really feels good once you do it. Gives you a vibe. A breather. Whatever you call it.

I tried to pick this idea up and do one thing that I would normally not feel comfortable doing it, a day. However, due to a lot of reasons, I could not stick to one thing a day. So I just picked out ideas from my mind and started doing it whenever I can and I tell you. It feels good. It makes me get out of the bored shell that I sometimes go into. Makes me love life more. Makes me look forward to every new day. A list of few things that I tried out are (Just to give you an idea and of course, to flaunt what I have done :P)

~ It has always been a “NO” to drinking as much water as human body needs, in my case. I do not drink water more than a glass or 2 at one go, because I hate the gurgly feeling that it gives and I feel like I am having a Tsunami inside my tummy. But then, I decided to give it a go and drank 1 litre/hr for all the awake hours in a day.

~ I walked home from office the entire distance, though I knew that it would take a tough front with the flat feet I have.

~ I joined Aerobics class. This I did for the greater good that it would do to me. I have never been a fit girl in my entire life. A little bit of exerting and you will see me panting my lungs out . This can also attribute to the hostel food, where I don’t get to eat nourishing food. But I wanted to do my bit and hence aerobics. I was afraid that I would make a fool of myself because I have never been good at mind-body co-ordination, yet I did not let my mind think and just enrolled into the class. And now, I am glad that I did.

~ I woke up really early one morning.

~ Took up initiative of certain things at office, which I would not normally.

and so on. However trivial it might be, I found the change a warm welcome. Planning to do a few more things.

So, if you think you need a change, do not hesitate to try something. Trust yourself and do it.

Until later 🙂

P.S: I love PeeVee’s P.S’s. 🙂 Head over to her blog and read them and her posts too 🙂

My missing senses

November 7, 2011 / / 8 Comments

Don’t get the title wrong. I am still sane-minded enough to be around. This post is about a different kind of senses. I did not notice anything abnormal about myself until I grew up. But now, as my evil mind analyses and draws conclusions on every single thing that I do, I find out a lot about me – Some conclusions sane, some insane. It’s hard to escape my judging mind. And that’s one reason I can’t get over regrets soon enough.

So, back to the point, I have noticed that I miss certain senses that are easily classified as reflexes or at least common in most people. First of all, a sense of direction.  Explain a way to some place with just words; I am sure to get it wrong without any help from people on the road. Ask me how to drive to a  nearby town from my home-town, I wouldn’t know. I would rather tell you which bus to catch, where to get down and all that but never the direction in which you have to drive. I wouldn’t even know if that is within the range of a few kilometers. I am pretty sure that later on, in the future, if I decide to get somewhere by driving my car, I will get lost. I have always gawked in wonder at my uncles who drive their cars to different cities without even having to ask anyone on the road.

Direction                                 Image Courtesy:http://www.cartoonstock.com

Next will be my sense of balance. Irony is that my zodiac is Libra the symbol of which is balance scales. 😐 Though I am not the Bella type girl from Twilight saga, I do not have a pair of feet that would support me indulge in adventures like hiking, trekking and such fun stuff. I have always wanted to do these, but I know too well what will happen. I remember too well the one incident that made me realize that I am not a person of balanced feet. During the IV trip in first year of college, my friends climbed up a small mountain kind of thing for fun, rather than taking the normal road route. It seemed fun and I did it. I got to the top and then I couldn’t climb anymore because the path had become too steep. I felt that if I take a step up, then I would be rolling down in a matter of seconds. So, I decided to climb down the way I came up. Even that, I couldn’t. With each step I tried to take, I felt the steep ground giving away. To top it all, the strap of my sandal decided to give away at that exact moment. (I mentally made a note that I’d have to talk to Murphy and ask him not to be so biased towards me.) Frustrated with my vain attempts to climb up/down, my friend came up again and literally dragged me down. After this show in front of my whole class, I don’t think I will dare again to do such stuff. Adventure was not meant for me. 🙁

Balance                                 Image Courtesy: http://www.orbitalsounds.com/

 The next one cannot be exactly classified as sense, but I have suffered enough and am still suffering of it.  A sense of mathematics or rather analytical thinking. Ask me to think logically, creatively, innovatively – I will try and come up with something that is worth, to say the least. Ask me to think analytically and then I am at a loss and hence so are you. Even now, doing mental maths is a herculean task for me. I will rather ask someone by my side the sum of 242,897,323,9273 and 1545 or use a calculator. It is not laziness, I swear. By the time I finish doing this mentally, you could have had a little nap. Railway timing baffles me, Still. 🙁 I need time to think it out. Distance in units baffles me. People ask how far is my place from Hyderabad and I blink. I will say 18 hrs travel instead of 899 KM (I googled :P)If you say that so-and-so place is 40 KM from here, I wouldn’t know how long a drive it would be. If you ask, how many days is December 17, 2012 from now, you will have to go have your coffee and come back for answer.  I think you get my plight.

That's my style                                           Image Courtesy: http://3.bp.blogspot.com

Above image is my style, when it comes to Maths.

I am not sure if everyone goes through this. But, I have been with enough people to know that my brain is wired wrongly, at least in such aspects. So much, for being the daughter of a man who has an excellent sense of direction and a sister of a guy who absolutely shines at analytical thinking. I seriously think my bro took all the good stuff from my parents’ genes, being the first child. Hmph. 😐

Have you been always comfortable with all these stuff?

Until later 🙂

Murphy’s law ruling my life

August 29, 2011 / / 0 Comments

Mr.Murphy at his personal best in my life:

In the morning rush to office, when I find my headphones in at their tangled best, just when I want to call family. This happens every day without fail, how much ever carefully I fold them in neat circles, the previous night. It is like they conspire against me over the night.

I will get a call only when I am washing my tiffin box or washing clothes, to keep it short, only when my hands are busy and I cannot attend the call.

Whenever I want to dry out my clothes, the lines will be full of other peoples’ clothes.

When I am on sick leave for that 1 particular day thinking there is not much work. The mishap has to be planned and executed on that day. Yes, somehow there will be more work and people who are supposed to work as my back-up will screw up and call me once in ten minutes for some doubt or other that I will wish that I had gone to office instead of facing this.

When I get really frustrated about Hostel food and decide to make Maggi for myself. The kirana shop will have all types of noodles, foodles and what not, but except the simple Maggi masala, which is the one I want.

When I buy something and find something better than that. Why? Why me? 🙁 🙁

When I am on travel with my mobile dangling on the last point of charge and my compartment’s charging point does not work.

Whenever I am awarded something at office, I will not be able to be there to receive it. Someone has to receive it on my behalf.

Whenever some function comes up in my family, it invariably gets fixed on the date when everyone will be planning for a leave and hence I have to play deal or no deal with my colleagues to get them to be my back up.

When I am craving for Mom’s dosa, a friend sends a mail with zillions of photos of varieties in dosa and I start thinking about the option of murdering the sender and going to jail (secretly hoping the food there will be better than the hostel’s).

My room has 4 plug points apart from the TV slot. Still I cannot find a place for connecting my internet modem and find a comfortable place nearby to sit and use my laptop. After trying all the permutations and combinations, I officially gave up and strew all the wires across my room and set it up in the lousiest yet best possible arrangement in my room.

Our team will have the most number of huddles, meetings and discussions, when I am working without a minute to spare. God sir, how good it would be if you could lend some of your hands. (But, I am not sure if I will refrain from strangling the person arranging such pointless meetings, with one of your hands.)

Until later 🙂

P.S: Post is prone to be edited as Murphy decides to try me with newer tricks.

P.P.S: This blog will be on long leave since I am off to my home starting tomorrow and will not be back for some 10 days. Bro’s marriage it is. Yay!

Of all the cities I have lived in!

August 5, 2011 / / 2 Comments

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 🙂

From P with love

February 20, 2011 / / 2 Comments

 

Hi IS,

How are you? I know you will not be feeling too good after what happened. I am writing this letter because I want you to get to your senses and also get over what happened. After having been friends-for-life type of a friend with me, what made you get so mad at me that you hit me so hard and crippled me? Did I do anything to hurt you? I do not remember doing any such thing. Even if I had unknowingly erred, you could have come and talked to me to have sorted it out as we usually do with our daily problems.

I suspect that you did not attack me acting on your hatred for me, but due to the provocation by someone new to our circle, X, because I know I did not give you any reason to hate me. What confuses me is, how could you have been so tricked by someone new to our place into attacking me, your friend. I know very well that you are the best defender against cunning people as X. It was you who taught us that we meet both friends and foes in our daily life and not to trust outsiders so easily without making sure that they are indeed friends. After all that you taught us, how could this happen? How did you fail to notice that all she did was to create a rift between us? How did you lose your senses and attack me blindly? See what we have come to. It is me who is crippled physically for life and you who is crippled emotionally because of the guilt of attacking your friend.

I am not saying all this to make you relive all of that and experience agony, over and over again. I am just saying this so that none of us make the same mistake again at any point of our life. Yes, I am not mad at you, for you are and will always be my friend. None of our other friends are mad at you. For, we all know, deep down in your heart, you never meant to attack me. Yes, we know it was not your fault. So cheer up my friend. All we need now is proper cooperation between us and unconditional support from our other friends to recover. Together, let us show the world that we can do much better.

Yours,
P

This is a letter written by the pancreas to the immune system of a person having Type 1 diabetes. Juvenile diabetes aka Type 1 diabetes is caused due to the inability of the body to produce insulin. The exact cause is unknown, but most likely there is a viral or environmental trigger in genetically susceptible people that causes an immune reaction. The body’s immune system mistakenly attacks the insulin-producing pancreatic beta cells, thus destroying them.

The inspiration for this post is Adhi and his diabetes.

Until later 🙂

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