Abhiyum Naanum

My dad was very excited when he came to Bangalore this time. He had just seen this tamil movie called “Abhiyum naanum”. He had the CD with him and he wanted me to watch it. Although he would have wanted both of us to watch it together, which obviously did not happen, he spoke with fervour about the movie that I had to watch it. In his words, with or without him, I had to see it immediately. Also because it was not his CD and he had to return it to his neighbour, who for some reason seems quite touchy about this disc! Whatever!

Anyway, as my nights’ sleep is effectively spoilt because of my work timings, I thought what the hell… let’s watch this movie dad’s been raving about. Bed’s spread- check, pillows all around- check, hot coffee- check, headphones- check, so I started the movie.

It was like someone was telling me a story. I was instantly dragged into the movie and the emotions. I tried pulling out of it for insane reasons but the narration was so powerful that you wanted to know. I remember being this attentive only a couple of times. Once and the strongest memory is when my grandmother told stories of the Gods and Goddess. And the other is when my history teacher taught us WW-1.

I was completely captured by the movie. Their exaggerated but fitting expressions were apt. Their animated voices, which I usually consider very irritating, were comical. Out of the movie ratings that I have - - Yeah why not, Must watch and Must by hook or crook watch it - - I would give it a “Must watch by hook or crook for the daughter-father combo” n yeah why not for the others.

And Oh! if you are the emotional, I love my dad very much type, please keep a couple of tissues ready!

ONO

birth- gosh!

My colleague at work rightly pointed out since I got into my team I have been attending one marriage after another. It is not that I don’t attend weddings but since I finished college, I am noticing many of my friends who are of the same age getting hitched.

I guess summer’s the season!

The real reason for me to write this post is not that I am attending more marriages; it is that among the many, there are quite a number of “arranged marriages”. And the astonishing fact, which I am freaked out about, flabbergasted about, is that the girls are already pregnant!

I am not particularly fond of kids for various reasons, one being I do not have the patience to listen to their garb or answer the questions they keep asking on a regular basis. I am not against getting pregnant if the couple want to start a family. But what I cannot understand is in this time and age when contraceptives are so prevalent, condoms being available for not more than 10 bucks, why young couples who are in the age range of 20-24 get pregnant.

Specifically, when it is an arranged marriage, you have no idea what kind of person you have married in the first place. I have known my friends for more than 5 to 7 years and I still discover new things about them everyday or every time I meet them! Why don’t these girls take at least a year to get to know each other, spend time, have fun and then commit to a long-term investment. Sex is a good thing in a marriage, but reproducing so quickly, for me, is not. Not even when it is a guy you were in love with and married. Take some time for yourselves. Enjoy each other’s company.

Gosh! 

Feeling love

For some reason this song is playing continuously in my head. 

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why 

I got out of bed at all 

The morning rain clouds up my window 

and I can't see at all 

And even if I could it'd all be grey, 

but your picture on my wall 

It reminds me that it's not so bad, 

it's not so bad 

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay, 

my head just feels in pain 

I missed the bus and there'll be hell today, 

I'm late for work again 

And even if I'm there, they'll all imply 

that I might not last the day 

And then you call me and it's not so bad, 

it's not so bad and 

I want to thank you 

for giving me the best day of my life 

Oh just to be with you 

is having the best day of my life 

Push the door, I'm home at last 

and I'm soaking through and through 

Then you hand me a towel 

and all I see is you 

And even if my house falls down, 

I wouldn't have a clue 

Because you're near me and 

I want to thank you 

for giving me the best day of my life 

Oh just to be with you 

is having the best day of my life 

It is a good thing, this feeling of love. Being in love, thinking that you are in love and the satisfaction you get knowing that you are loved. 

I am reminded of a few days – which I consider a few of the best days of my life – and the best part is that I know that there is so much more that lies ahead. 

:)

£%@&*%

Since the day one of my friends made me face the truth -- about plagiarism online -- I have stopped posting my poems on my blog.  This basically has led to me becoming very lazy to take a pen and paper to compose a poem. Others are scraps -- whatever I have written are on bits of papers, or hidden in folders on my personal comp or office desktop -- which basically would take nearly a life time to collate! 

So bottom line is I havent written jackshit and I don like it!!!

poetry... starts with rhymes :)

Things that I dream about in office part 2

I love being a journalist. Although I am yet to break news and shout out from the top floor of the building opposite to the Leela Palace a piece of information that is bound to move markets, I am sure to get there one day! Until that time, I am going to enjoy covering the U.S. financial markets out of Bangalore, India. Let me be a bit clearer, we are a News Wire Agency. So we have what is called the Wire!

In that Wire, today I pressed a link from a press release by mistake and it opened up to that particular company's website. HIT ONE!

The movie: The Butterfly Effect
What: Rippley's believe it or not... Ripple Effect In that few moments of instant clicks, I have already written my sequel for the above mentioned movie. Our heroine is an ambitious, young public relations agent who's job is being threatened, as part of the cost cutting initiatives started by the company during the recession. If she does not help to instigate more people to click on their online website that sells the most amazing product on the earth, she will be sacked!

The small tap from my seat pushed the company's website up on google search, helping the company acheive its sales target for the year and finally the PR lady gets saved. ALL BECAUSE OF ME YOU KNOW!!!

I save the day! Rippley's believe it or not
Now, let me go and save my ass! People might start to wonder whether they pay me to dream!

To Dream a new dream!

Things that I dream about in office

    Certain times, in office, some incident happens that reminds me of movie scenarios. This is one of my "this could happen to me" moments that I conjure up, which is purely based on silly instance or occurring at my work place.
    For example, not a few minutes back the lights above my desk and a couple of others flickered. Anyone would have thought, not thought. Period. So those people who are a bit jobless, like I seem to be now, might have had some sort of idea. Say… "Oh! May be the building is having an electricity fluctuation problem." But not me. A whole movie with alien invasion flashed in front of my eyes.
    The movie: Independence day
    When: Just as the alien mother f**ker, I mean mother ship is nearing Earth.
    Where: In an office which has lots of similarities to the one I am in now. Pretty lights, a big ass television screen (which in my office, the company has compensated by keeping 2-3 sets around the newsroom)
    I immediately have got the complete picture sorted out in my head. The flicker of the lights have something to do with alien invasion. They want to take over the world and have realised from previous attempts that knowledge is power. So they have decided to infiltrate the sources of information. "Info Lockdown" And OBVIOUSLY I am the person who saves the day by "pulling the plug." For more of this story, you need to fund to make the movie.
    Well, there you go... Your Blockbuster, for me ... My Stress Buster :)

BoreDOOM

I really am out of words and this is not a good thing for a journalist. I am annoyed to use the same words to describe the same feelings. And mind you I am not even trying to find the “answer” to anything. I should probably at least let myself write a small book review. Reminds me I want to watch Confessions of a Shopaholic :-)

Until next time


Mood: Bored!