To my man, with lots of love!
I'm in a very nostalgic mood right now.. call it nostalgic? no!!! its that state of mind when i need no reason to cry,whine,be sad,sport a sombre look and spoil everything!
I've been lying down restlessly for quite sometime and my mind is full of thoughts about my grandpa with whom i've spent close to 14 years which i would anyday consider invaluable... those years were full of life and i cherish everyone of those happy moments..So i thought i could just write down everything thats in my mind right now...
Born to working parents, mother who goes to work everyday and dad working abroad.. most of my life time was spent with my grandparents... my grand mother used to be preoccupied with her kitchen chores but my grandpa was that simple retired govt servant who was completely contented with his past, present and future life and coolly lie in his easy-chair telling tales from his life.. he believed 'success' is wat we define and if we think we've done justice to our conscience, then we're successful.. as a child, i grew up listening to a lot of interesting conversations between my grandpa and his daughters,who had lots to talk right from getting a farm house in the village or a living space in the city or investing his pension money thoughtfully! he just thought about nothing, hence wasn't worried about anything..all he knew was his morning cup of coffee...a lot of scoldings from his wife.. ha ha..morning walk.. meeting a lot of people.. not everyday do we come across people who can talk to a 4 year old kid for ten minutes, the apartment security, the iron-wala, and his usual gang of friends who were enjoying their 'second-childishness'... his was wat i call life.. the waiter in saravana bhavan still knows me as his grand daughter only, everyday when my grandpa used to go there for his evening's second cup of coffee,every waiter there would come and talk to him.. and a lot of 'thathas' of his age used to talk a lot of wonderful stuff, which i don't know where to find today...
while he returns home from his evening walk, he would invariably be offered a lift by somebody from the autowala to somebody owning a car!
He never found an excuse to stay at home...was too energetic a man, for his age,he used to walk to all places.. to the bank,market,saravana bhavan which all counted to his everyday visits!
one other thing was his passion for education.. he used to be so proud when he says 'my elder daughter is qualified in English lit. and my younger daughter in Electronics.. a proper blend of arts and science!' he was too proud about me too.. and everytime i win a proficiency prize or anything,he would be enthusiastically telling people around about it!
A lot of things, i wish, i acquire from him.. his simplicity, activeness, enthusiasm.. so much more! he taught me wat life was, wat living was, he made me understand wat death meant, wat separation meant..... so much so that, six years after he left me, here i am spending a sleepless night thinking about the lovely lesson called life he had taught me! the sorrow of separation doesn't wither off with time, it just becomes a part of life!
I don't know if i should call it coincidence or an answer to my previous blog post... I was on a month long internship in Delhi.. a development communication internship... been travelling quite a lot...was in delhi,UP,gujarat and ya my dear own tamilnadu....... over all it was nice.. got to spend my birthday in gorakhpur.. my first birthday away from home.. forget my birthday, I've been continuously missing a lot of my friends' birthdays.. time to wish all of them..... a big sorry to my dear dosth pranshu.. I was in a remote village in nagapattinam on your birthday! better belated than never... Happy birthday dosth, my dear jammy boy! hope you had a wonderful day as usual at the ever beautiful jammy! I couldn't come up with a good birthday card for you as you do but here are lots of lovely wishes for a very good friend,a caring listener,an admirer, a very very creative guy...an excellent photographer..i should say your cam should be proud of you! gosh! this is becoming a testimonial for you, pranshu! I wanted to do something very big rather than just apologise and wish you.. that is the reason i still haven't called you up to wish ;) after all dosthni isn't all that creative as her dosth ;) so here is a simple "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOSTH"
and another birthday wish.... to the naughtiest angel, prettiest devil, cutest brat, loveliest enemy, my dear rotten fish ;) and most adorable chudant sonali! sweety, wish you a fantastic birthday dear... ! an oxymoron of sorts, she is... people get lost in her charming looks only to talk to her for five more minutes to understand wat a brat she is!! hey crazy rotten fish.. luv you so much*(conditions apply) ;)
Happy birthday sonali!!
Something tells me i'll be back to blogging...... woman's intuition?! ;)
Becoming a very responsible journalist was never my aspiration... or rather becoming anything wasn’t my ambition at all... it was always the most comfortable answer I had for those perennial… wat do you aspire to become? And rite from my schooling… the most common answers doctors et engineers... never caught my admiration! I remember when one guy... a school kid at that age... from my class... right! Deepak… broke the monotony and answered… “I want to become a police… I want to serve the nation… make the nation free from corruption!”… that was a very revolutionary reply.. at least to me and my class mates who were sinking in the monotony! He received good applause and there I was waiting for my chance…. And my mind busy thinking of an answer that would be appreciated by my teacher! Then on police also became part of the regular answers! And hurray my chance came at last… the teacher asked me the same question and I had an answer… a very novel answer… I want to become a journalist... and the class applauded my answer too!! :D but my teacher had something else in store.. she asked me how are you going to become a journalist? And to be very frank…I didn’t know there exists a special course for journalism… I had no clue how people became journalists... and wat was the job of a journalist was another question mark! Why on earth did I choose to give out this answer.. I could’ve followed suit… answered police and coolly forgotten it immediately! But I just gave a very stoooopid answer.. I said I’d go to college and study B.Sc.Journalist…. lol!! The last thing I expect anybody to say today! It didn’t stop there… the teacher asked us to write five steps we would take to achieve our ambition… and that was when I knew what journalism meant as a career… It was all over long long back! But today again when I’m left with no internship and I sit back and think as to what I’m going to take up as a long-lasting career… journalism still shines before me as a very promising option!! After the video magazine, my interest towards television news has grown so much… I really wish I find a television internship soon!! The real thought of getting a job and working everyday… meeting them everyday… doesn’t enthuse me all that much! I rather prefer a very friendly work environment… where even if I’m not allowed to do what I really like... I can at least express my thoughts! May be I’m irresponsible... and this is why the mere thought of work... job irks me so much!
My Sugary Spicy Life...
Life hasn't been free like this! no exam tension.. done with my exams! no project too.. did very well of course with a lot of irks! wat next? yup, a very boring question indeed!.. no internships?! ya.. no internships as of now! but i cannot remain so vetti at home always.. :( should really start working on something! my regular schedule goes like this.. oh well.. should i start with sleeping or waking up? anything chalega blog mein! ;) sleeping at 1 o clock in the night..getting up at 10.. and if i have some work at coll.. drop in there.. then come back home in the hot sun.. chennai is HOT! unimaginably hot! sitting in my comfy bed.. in my not-so-hot-not-so-cold room and reading a book.. newspaper.. listening to radio..munching a snack..sipping collllllllllld coca-cola... wow! bliss i'd call it! okie...coming back to coming back home.. eat watever is available and then sit sit and sit back to waste time till its dinner time! and then the rest is history.. dinner and hit the sack!! wat have you guys been doing?how do i kill time?!?! suggest something good.. not these reading book.. cleaning room.. washing vehicle et all.. something very interesting..which would interest me.. say something like mountaineering..hmmm! something which can be translated to reality :P .. atleast going to st.thomas mount? who knows!!
i remember those days when i used to be completely addicted to the internet and with the dial-up connection our telephone bill would shoot up to a few thousand.. and one particular vacation.. whoa! it reached the maximum. three thousand three hundred and eighty!something very high for my house's scale then!! and there i was just praying if the telephone bill itself didn't exist.. and all that was just a dream! na.. it wasn't! some of my old blog pals would be knowing... those were the days i was addicted to blogging.. was hell bent on posting some crap in my blog daily.. be it about my electronics lab classes or just about chennai.. road ..water and everything! but i had to write a post daily! and then found this interesting blogosphere.. a lot of people with similar interests in blogging..reading etc.. and it still is a very nice journey! hope it just goes on and on! miss ya bloggy!
okay.. this post is never-ending! i'm in love with cnn-ibn! rajdeep is amazing! Ms.Rajdeep too.. lol sagarika ghose i mean! wikipedia says it if you didn't know! i couldn't resist from writing this! its in my mind!!
Face is the index of mind, they say! i guess god had just this sentence in mind when he created me... for every little thought process in my mind has got 100% reflection on my face..be it deep thinking or happiness or a silly mood off or even the slightest disappointment... my face has it etched neatly in a clear cut manner so that every damn person under the sun (and moon too!!) can understand! you wouldn't believe me.. i admire people who can just hide their anger, tears and just get away with it.. that quality is to be appreciated i feel! Freedom of expression.. ya right! if i'm angry i'm angry.. i cannot stand a second more at that place!
earlier i used to be so adamant.. and yell at people who come and talk to me.. now i've just learnt to get away.. may be its because i attach too much importance to unnecessary things!
i don't know where this post is heading... i'm thinking if i should really post this! wat the heck.. my blog.. and its my life! i'll post this.. for me to come and read it again and enjoy tomo!!!
