Time n tide wait for none!
I still can hear people saying "gosh! full two n a half months holidays! u'r college should have gone nuts to give a semester long holiday!". but neither me nor they, can tell me what i did substantially in succha big break. I seriously thought this its gonna be hectic being at home for so long but as days went on, i understood it was the month of may and that means one-fifth of that helluva break is over:p the first few weeks were pretty good with us working in the college only and that was usual. it had all the necessary fun which we usually have at college.
As days went by, some instinct within me or guess a common instinct arose among all my friends that we've gotto try for an internship somewhere. and thus began all this. In a frantic effort we got one atlast and with the permit letters on hand we were all smiles:)
So started my internship. the people there were so nice! atleast some of them were very good n came forward to help us in a lot many ways.
points worth mentioning:
I learnt a lot more of bus routes.
today was the final day there.there are certain things which look great when looked at from a distance but when you are into it and start getting along nevertheless, you start liking it:) I'd love to start working as a journo!:D
internship meant every day eat-outs! i missed home food so soon:P living on uncooked chaat items everyday:D
i learnt to speak formally to others. yeah! introducing myself and meeting more people meant talking to more people and so it was talking. talking and talking everyday!
introducing myself as a journalist made me all the more happy!
i got to get a full feel of horrible chennai climate. the summer here sucks!
It took me some time to get aquainted to the working environment, but in course of time started liking it!
I like blogging:) n so I do!
I came home a bit early today after completing a good assignment! actually, i hadn't done anything in the assignment, but altogether it was good n of all, it got over so early tht i liked it:D i came home whistling after a long time:) this is my usual style of stepping into my house n hearing the whistle sound the doors would open automatically! but off late, as i come very late, i forgot to whistle!
neway, the neighbouring maami was with her own whines at my house. she has a pathetic daughter-in-law. uff! anytime i see her, she keeps combing her hair. i don't understand y she does it so often. but she always combs her hair! a not-so-very interesting thing to see when you go out for work or come back tired after work!
coming back, this maami was with her usual gossips:p "ava apdi solra":p n sorts. my granny has a beautiful way of handling these stuff. she subtly avoids controversial topics n doesn't say a word defaming anybody which might be quoted elsewhere in a gossip.
so with the happy mood, i come in to find my brother playing with the comp. he jus like tht came n hit me n said "look! i've grown taller than u by an inch:p"...i was like "no big deal! neway, u weigh a kilogram more than i do..:p". i find pleasure in making him put up a long face...he looks chubbier then..*pulling his cheeks:D*
Hands free!
An expression of a dilemma arising in my mind often, though not always! People are judged by their body gestures irrespective of whatever they do. And the word ‘gesture’ usually identifies itself with the movement of hands than any other.
A person with a commanding position is always identified with free swaying of hands as he/she walks.
A nervous person always has his/her fists closed. Or sometime, to prevent further embarrassment in an already embarrassing situation, pockets seem to be the best place for hands!
Look! I haven’t cooked anything up here! I remember reading these in an article in Readers’ digest long back!
As far as I’m concerned, my hands have a great role to play whenever I talk. Some movement of my hands accompanies even a very small sentence from my mouth. At times, I’d know, my hands’ movements irritate the listener, but its’ involuntary! The basic dilemma in my mind when I listen to anybody speaking is whether to fold my hands or leave my hands free or fold them back.
Folding hands gives a schoolish look, is what others say! So that option is ruled out. When hands are left down free, folded fists show me nervous though I’m not. Otherwise, my hands go pulling, pricking or meddling with my bag or whatever I have on hand! This is difficult, I tell you, especially when you don’t relish what the other person is talking!
Usually at college when listening to lectures, my hands aren’t that big a trouble. But when it comes to person-to-person conversations, it causes a jumble!
I feel like laughing my hearts out reading whatever I’ve typed! It really is a problem of its’ own kind : P
Celebration time folks!
My counter stats show 10,000 n something…yuppeeeeee!!! Thankoo all who’ve been part of this making!:D:D
Some forwarded messages are terribly funny that I just can't stop from posting them here...afterall one's happiness lies in making others happy!
Read on...
A young second generation Indian in the US was asked
>by his mother to explain the significance of "Diwali"
>to his younger brother, this is
>
>how he went about it...
>
>
>
>"So, like this dude had, like, a big cool kingdom and
>people liked him. But, like, his step-mom, or
>something, was kind of a bitch, and she
>
>forced her husband to, like, send this cool-dude, he
>was Ram, to some national forest or something... Since
>he was going, for like, something
>
>like more than 10 years or so.. he decided to get his
>wife and his bro along... you know...so that they
>could all chill out together.
>
>But DUDE, the forest was reeeeal scary shit...really
>man...they had monkeys and devils and shit like that.
>But this dude, Ram, kicked ass
>
>with darts and bows and arrows... so it was fine. But
>then some bad gangsta boys, some jerk called Ravan,
>picks up his babe (Sita) and
>
>lures her away to his hood. And boy, was our man, and
>also his bro, Laxman, pissed... And you DON't piss
>this son-of-a-gun cuz, he just
>
>kicks ass and like...,all the gods were with him.. So
>anyways, you don't mess with gods. So, Ram, and his
>bro get an army of monkeys.. Dude, don't ask me how
>they trained the damn monkeys... just go along with
>me, ok... so, Ram, Lax and their monkeys whip this
>gangsta's ass in his own hood.
>
>Anyways, by this time, their time's up in the forest..
>and anyways...it gets kinda boring, you know... no TV
>or malls or shit like that.
>
>So, they decided to hitch a ride back home... and when
>the people realize that our dude, his bro and the wife
>are
>
>back home... they thought, well, you know, at least
>they deserve something nice... and they didn't have
>any bars or clubs in those
>
>days...so they couldn't take themout for a drink, so
>they, like, decided to smoke and shit...and since they
>also had some lamps, they
>
>lit the lamps also... so it was pretty cooool...you
>know with all those fireworks. Really, they even had
>some local band play along with the fireworks.. and
>you
>
>know, what, dude, that was the very first, no
>kidding.., that was the very first music-synchronized
>fireworks.. you know, like the 4thof July
>
>stuff, but just, more cooler and stuff, you know. And,
>so dude, THAT was how, like, this festival started.
>
>
>
>So dude.....Happy Diwali.
>
nothing
Straight from my mind
I was craving for an internship at a good place, And now that i have got it, I am held up everyday there.i never thought of being busy this hols and was even planning to learn car-driving:D now its exactly the opposite and i come late everyday!i had a lot of free time early this hols, but wasted every moment of it blissfully.even some basic stuffs like drawing a dd for my fees, vehicle service, cup-board cleaning, book-shelf cleaning, cleaning up my comp, renewing my library membership, returning a book at the local library, :(car driving classes, my technical writing project,phew! Gosh! the list looks scary! i'll stop here, without listing the telephone enquiry, clearing maths doubts for my cousin, helping my other cousin out with her entrance exams, meeting up with friends and the second order ones!until the moment i listed everything down, never in my dreams did i expect it to be so long! anyway, life has to keep going though not at the same pace always!
But i should add, my internship is fun and would be a very helpful experience!gawd..look at the time now..can't these clocks take some rest?...huh!
THANK YOU ALL!!!
This was one of the sweetest birthdays ever with a lot of surprise calls n surprise guests:D
This blogworld is amazing:D am really happy to be a part of it:)
Thank you shobha for your surprise call:D *whoa, u're mentioned:P..satisfied:D*
Thank you sweet bhai Dee..
Thankoooo dosth..the teddy was cute:D
Thankoo Ashwin...hehe...*my chocolate is (..errrrr chocolates are) on the way..yayyy!!*
Thanxx..cutie sonu, I did party my tail off:P
*hugs n kisses* babez alak, thankoos:D:D
neha*hugs*..u r the bestest friend:D
thanx my bloggy buddies..gans, reiyu, sat, anju, vighy, nattu, megha n alpha!!
all thanx to my coll buddies..archie, harini n others..sweet they are:)
Thank you all who thought of calling me, n forgot n called me up the next day with a belated wish:D
thank you all those secret readers of my blog...n all those who dropped an offliner or a card,,....or those who forgot to wish me:)
Thankoo malzie..n nanba for u'r belated wishes..U'd be mentioned:P and here you are!
here is a big thanxxxx:) Posted by sree at 11:05:00 pm
Another year gone with the wind!
Here I am, taking a giant leap, into my NaUgHtY NiNeTeEn!!:D
Guest Appearance!!
Yo! This was a very beautiful article, i read recently in The Hindu. Reading every word of the article was like reading my own mind and you bet the title, which i just stole :P and the flow is awesome.
There was one quote in the article, which I beg to differ.
"The first day a man is a guest; the second a burden and third a pest"
This is not very true in all cases. The entire process depends upon the type of guests we have. I can bear kids as guests to a certain extent, unless and until they are cute kids and not irritating monsters! I greatly welcome guests of my age; I mean my elder cousins and friends! And elderly guests are fine until they are young at minds. But as there is always a disgusting other side of the same coin, some guests are a real pain in the neck!
There was one guest recently, a couple whose daughter is working in the US of A. They had come to invite us for their 'House-Warming Ceremony'. When the doorbell rang, I instantly jumped off and opened the door. Opening meant not just opening but also greeting them with a smile and a "Hello Aunty! Hello Uncle". They came in and sat. Everything went on perfectly fine till a glass of juice! After that they had their own story running about their daughter, grandson and the lifestyle there.
It then drifted to the topic of “bhindis” (yup! I wasn’t having one :P) He just started talking about how culture has changed youth, especially girls, a lot! He didn’t want any of his words to be opposed, he was pretty adamant!
Its only at these circumstances, I’d feel, guests at our place are under our control and they just can’t talk whatever they feel.
That person after every sentence of his would say, “I am very open, I’d talk out whatever I feel!” hahaha. And would tell me about that being one of the most important quality of a journalist. I would shake my head up and down, decorated with one of the most artificially cooked smile and an “Exactly!” This is just one example, there are lots and lots like this, which have slipped off my memory!
I like guests who are concerned about us. And who really have come traveling a long way, to meet us. I’d love to spend my time in their company. There are some people who literally come to boast their own trumpets and boss over us like anything!
Being hospitable is a two-way process. It depends on both the Guest and the Host!
If guests are turning pests, I bet hosts are turning ghosts!
Altogether, this culture of having and being ‘guests’ is going to face deterioration if people’s way of looking at things doesn’t change!
one other funny quote from the same article:D
"An ideal guest room does not have guest in it":P
this was the game which kept my comp pre-occupied , when my cousins were here:P God save them...n of everybody, i had to teach them play this!
update!!
this was just sooper hilarious...tht i cudn't just keep away from posting it here!
A man checked into a hotel. There was a computer in his room, So he
decided to send an e-mail to his wife. However, he accidentally typed
wrong e-mail address, and without realizing his error, he sent the e-
mail.
Meanwhile.....somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home
from her husband's funeral. The widow decided to check her e-mail,
expecting messages from relatives and friends.
After reading the first message, she fainted. The widow's son rushed
into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer
screen which read:
To: My Loving Wife
Subject: I've Reached
Date: 1 June 2004
I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here
now, and you are allowed to send e-mails to your loved ones. I've
just reached and have been checked in. I see that everything has been
prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you
TOMORROW .....
Yours loving,
Hubby
lolllllllzzzzzz....
guess wot...I'm back!!
I really don't know why i took a break? and has this break helped me by any chance...well, the answer is definitely a big "NO". it was in one depressed mood by which i'm carried away often which made put up the previous post! it happens with me, tht feeling of inferiority or whatever which just sweeps the whole happiness and creativity out of me!:)
the past few days have been of those whirlwind sorts with too much of work on one side and unlimited fun on the other hand!
i watched aytha ezhthu!i wouldn't call that a disaster but i didn't relish the movie! see its like an ant commenting on the structure of an elephant if i keep reviewing manirathnam's work:P but the movie had hell a lot of incomplete threads. and this time the usual manirathnam's "months before" and "months after" theory didn't work out well!
I've finally got an internship for this month in my dream place!:D one other reason for my happiness!
My cousins had come down here for some three days. they were all quite young (3yr, 10yr and my brother 12yr)and me being the eldest had to take care of all of them. I tell you those three days seemed like some three thousand years, with us not knowing wot would happen the next minute:( they were constantly like, akka give me this and akka give me that. i was in shatters. great god! the youngest one, a 3 yr old, was like "sree akka, lift me up! i wanna see whatz in the shelf." and i said "no da, its all glassware out there, come lets go out and play". saying this i walked ahead, hoping she'd follow me. and the next moment i hear a thud!! the room turns dangerously CALM! i go there to see this kiddo, and what to say...oil was dripping from her head and she was standing like a temple idol with oil all over her hair, face, dress:)). and above that her silent tears were dripping on a different layer above oil!!she had jumped up to take something from the shelf and hit the oil squeezer and ultimately had an oil abishekam:)) funny kids. but i was talking to a kid after so many days, so every moment was funny too!:)
i managed to meet shobhs, who was here last week!:D it was one luvly experience, because there never existed a feeling of meeting her for the first time:)all thanx to yahoo!:D
i've so much to write about the meet. but it wud be better if i persuade her to do tht:P because we almost talked about everything under the sun!
so this post is to let you know tht i'm back to my most lovable hobby!
