Sunday, January 27, 2008

Hello..Naan XYZ Pesaren..

Caller: Hello, eppdi irukkenga?
VJ : TV Volume kammi pannunga
Caller: Panniten ga
VJ: Hello..unga per enna
Caller: Naan Bharathidasan pesarenga , tivanmayoor lendhu.
VJ: Maruthidasan-a??
Caller: illanga bharathi bharathidasan
VJ : Oh appdiya..nallarkeengla? (the VJ still did not get the name right)
Caller:naan nalla irukken ga..neenga ?
VJ : enna pannrenga? TV volume innum konjam kammi pannidunga. (standard dialogue again!)
Caller: naan mechanic a work pannrenga
VJ : appdiya..yennoda car la problem irunda solve pannuvengla? TV paathutu la concentrate pannunga ok va?
Caller: kandippanga..enga ooku vaanga..enga veetukku vanga
VJ: kandippa varenga.Enna paadal venum?
Caller: edavadhu nalla MGR padal podunga
VJ: kandippa ..dho ungalukkaga inda paadal..yarukkavadhu dedicate pannanuma??
Caller: Amma, appa, paati, tatha, maami, chitti,chitappa, nai kutti and poona kutti kki appram nethi zoo la paatha yanai kutti kaagavum kooda 'dedicat' pannaren.

Promptly a 'actor' Sivaji Ganeshan song comes on screen!

So much for wonderful Live Shows!! You need to wear tight fitting clothes (i am all the time scared for the people, i feel they will soffocate and wont be able to breathe in those clothes), glaring/jarring make-up, Looong earring, speak tam like english, be an expert at messing up names,places etc,and giggle needlessly, and oh yea, play the Wrong request. This is great entertainment.Period.

New Look!

Yipeee!! Just decided that my blog looked way too coulourless and cheerless...So just for the heck of it, changed it to my all time FAV colour. You may think what you like, but PINK it is and PINK it will be for a while! Just reminded me of all the then frequent shopping sprees..used to pick up pink t-shirts, pink shoes, pink salwar kameez, pink bangles and pink what not much to my mom's "how many more pinks are you gonna just bought 3 pink tops the other day Vasu...please stop it!" kind of looks ! I even wanted my bedroom to be painted pink, but did not quite express the desire, since this is not going to be 'my' permanent home sinf snif.Well. a fact actually. Howmuch ever i wish to live with my parents all my life, not quite possible.Thanks to the lovely society we live in.Take a bow society dearest. No clue, why i am being so cynical today, but what the heck! I till love PINK and all shades of pink. Baby pink especially.Looks nice on anyone and everyone.

Pink is here to stay to chase my blues away! Oh My! day by day improvement teriyardhu Sue :-)

Sunday, January 6, 2008

New Year..

Bharani called to wish me a Happy New Year and told me that she was going to an NGO called 'Nele Nagendra' to distribute some books, pencils,bat and ball and some eatables for the 75 odd boys in the ashram aged 3-15.

This truly was one of those days that taught lessons on sharing, being for one another, being kind to another human being, spreading smiles. I did not do all this.I learnt all this from those little ones there. Bharani gave a buiscut to a little boy there,who had just gotten back from school (obviously hungry), he immediately broke it into two and extended one half to me! I could not belive my eyes! I was amazed at their love for each other and those smiles, despite knowing that they had no parents. Some of them had parents, but they had just left them in the ashram and never bothered to visit to check on their wards.

They sang for us, we made them tell stories. I sang a little prayer song for them. The caretaker noted down the song and promised to teach them.
In all, a day that moved me very deeply and made me take a resolution that i will never crib for small things or sulk. Also resolved to do whatever little i can and return to the society that i take so much from. A new year day that i will remember for a long time to come.

With a silent prayer in my heart for every child in Nele and in other such organizations, i would like to end this post.

PS: Thanks for patiently reading and request you to do what little you can to brighten up the lives of these kids.They surely deserve a much better life.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

She weeps

She weeps.
Her tears did not disolve his resolve to leave.
the pain tore her heart to pieces.
She knew she had to move on.
Her feet would not move two inches forward.

What could she do other than weep?
nothing she said bought him back
A hard reality to live with.
A constant pain and a constant memory now is left.

Why? she asks time and again
Come back. she says and again tries to stop him
He shakes her off and goes away.
She weeps.

PS:No clue why i wrote this.