Whining thoughts continue..

The year 2009 wasn’t too bad but yes,I did take a few bad roads, and did fall into some shallow pits ! Dame Luck saved me from formidable scenarios. Still I feel I should refrain from few routine tasks that I get caught up in!

-I will stop eating rice( God help me with this, I can't control when I see a platter of rice..sluurp) and reduce at least a kilo this year (trust me it isn’t easy)

-Will never mail anyone who writes in editorial columns, criticizing them even if I find the article futile.

-I will ensure that my wardrobe remains neat and tidy ( mission Impossible)

-I will never use hair drier daily and lose those existing ten locks I have now

- Reduce the decibel of my screechy tone and endeavor to add on a bit of bass to it.It probably may help people from complaining of headaches once I start off with my never ending conversations!!

-Will never trust colleagues

-Use Face book and Orkut sparingly and concentrate more on online courses at office (am lying. I can’t do that!!)

- Obey my better half to the last letter and be a very good pet cat ( this is just to please him ,if ever he reads this :)

-Attempt to read better books than Champak, Tinkle and Archies..I am sure it would help me sleep off faster than now!

-Resolve to wear less colorful and less fashionable clothes because I intend to be more mature and solemn in 2010. Sober shades may probably go well with my new profile.

-I will blog more often at home and not at office

- Definitely keep in touch with my friends whom I miss out to call back often. Sorry guys .I won’t repeat that again!!

- Will neither tease any one nor indulge in a running commentary about any person of interest seen at the malls or busy streets

-I will gossip less ( I’m lying again!!)
-I Will not lie (oops I already did)

I have hell loads to change spaced out from these ,but that can still wait as I have more years ahead of me!!! 2010 is in precedence at the moment :)

I wish it’s going to be a good year with new hopes and many surprises and yes loads of happiness and fun for you and for me !!! Cheers!!!

We recently bought a Canon D500..." This equipment can make u look prettier, fairer and may be at times like Julia Roberts" the most convincing statement made by my brother (who has been flattered by orkutters to believe that he is a professional photographer) and I fell flat for it.

Upon his verdict I purchased this 2kg black "puttu kutti" (something like a long cylindrical vessel used to make Steamcakes in kerala)

Caressed every minute with a wipe, covered in the softest muslin available, regular checks on whether it has rashes(scratches) and what not!!
Well,the new entrant was the apple of our eyes and the mewling new born next door would have been jealous!! Iam Sure!!!

I sort of felt the cam’s excitement to be at our place and imagined that it may be craving to write an autobiography about its looming 5 star life style!

The stuff seems to be pretty tricky and can be used only if there is something 'above' for the user! Exactly... you are right. Brains ,Talent and skill in photography!

As and when we entered home with Canon baby we rearranged the décor of my room,I wore my new salwar and applied thick kajal, lipstick and all the other accessories I had, all set for photo session. I struck a pose even before he could insert the batteries as my excitement knew no bounds.

One of the 1st pics clicked was displayed. What I saw was a freak!! It had two heads and four hands!!! It could not be me for sure  Gulp!! My dreams of looking like Julia Roberts were shattered....forget it.. it wasn’t even close to her old pug’s features :(

The optimist in me dared for a second click!! That was a disaster! Three eye brows and I looked worse than Krur Singh!!(the most popular villain in the epic Chandrakantha)

Shutter speed, exposure, modes everything was greek and latin to us!!! We did spend a lot of time researching about this model,though practically it wasn't that easy to handle. To hell with it!! Both of us were completely flabbergasted!
The big holes in our pockets were still fuming and we remained aghast not knowing what to do with that good for nothing Canon Baby!!

The weekend was spent as judiciously as possible! Skipped the usual dine outs to compensate for the lost thousands!!! Minds kept muttering "What a squandering”!!
Monday went on as usual with routine chores..got back home to see the frown gone off from my better half’s face. For a change after one week he looked delighted ,and then with a twinkle in his eyes explained to me that Canon was organizing a 2days beginners Training Program, for proud owners of their Product!:) We are looking forward to the weekend to attend the session which we anticipate will enhance our photography skills and enable us to handle our new Canon baby!!! I’ll get back with few good shots later!!!

Well, I used to be tigress kicking up tantrums at home every other minute but a lamb the minute I step outside the house during my school days....Not a "smart kid" is how I would assess myself if smartness is measured in terms of the quantum of energy released!!! This happened when I was in std 1.Me getting embarrassed is not something new,it started right from class One, when one day Sister Cicilia, my class teacher, decided to vehemently make me participate in a drama for the Parents day Celebrations at school!!
Practice sessions started full swing and the only dialogue I had to say in that skit was "What happened to you Tom"?

Everyday I used to get back home and recite the dialogue and mom used to teach me the exact expression and the way it had to be rendered. Since then any one who comes home was greeted by me asking "What happend to u Tom?" with bizarre facial expressions....Well they couldn’t do or say anything much but just look at me and my parents with loads of sympathy.
To be honest I enjoyed the practice sessions at home and when enquired why I was going on repeating the same dialogue at home ,Mom would humbly say “she’s having a skit next week for which she’s practising”!! And immediately I would enact my sequence…Believe me I just loved to show off my acting talents ;)

Sister Cicilia had given me the list of stuff to be purchased for the skit.The inventory included paraphernalia like a pair of white open shoes, Light blue skirt ,white shirt, blue hairband ,blue earrings and white stockings!!! That weekend mom and I went shopping and I was seen crying inside every other shop as I had my own choices and mom wanted to adhere to what sister had listed out.I either didn't like the blue color,or wanted micky mouse on the hairband ,else was unhappy with the white shoe and demanded blue instead. Well Mom had a tough time dragging me out of each shop as I used to scream out loudly when she said 'No' for my ‘out of the ordinary’ demands ... Tired of my tantrums, mom and dad decided to go shopping without me and got all that Sister Cicilia wanted me to have !!

The 'D' day arrived and I was all set with the right expression and style of dialogue delivery-it was more like one eyebrow raised a bit, cheeks to one side and then with the correct accent ask "What happend to you Tom?"
Back in the green room I was forced to put all that makeup which I hated.Big pink round patches on either side of my cheek ,ideally supposed to make me look like a blushing cute kid (which I never was!)...and all that foundation which never matched my complexion...I looked like a kid who had just fallen into a bucket of flour and my reflection in the mirror startled the life out of me! Mom was beside watching them torture me...and finally whatever she could wipe off my face she did before I could step on to the stage. I was extremely fagged out after this perturbing session and mom blessed me with a 'good luck' and said "your father and I will be watching you from there...do well"!!

Finally on stage we all were positioned at our respective spaces before the curtain was raised... and I could see Sister Cicilia on her toes ,totally tensed as the skit was about to start off. I saw a huge crowd before me as the curtain went up and all eyes were glued on us. I wondered where my mom and dad were seated. I was hungrily waiting for my mom to wave at me,how ever hard I tried I couldn’t find them among the audience .I felt that they had left me alone and had gone back home...my mind muttered..."How rude...how could they leave me here on this stage and go off..."!! I was disturbed, thoughts chased thoughts..I wondered if they had all gone to the museum(my favorite hang out during those times) without me?? That reminded me of my previous weekend at the trivandrum museum where I ate cotton candy for the 1st time..i could still feel the taste at the tip of my tongue and while I was enjoying the flavor of it,i could hear Sister Cicilia screaming out from back stage...”Hey you....speak up”!!! Pinky who was near me pinched me.I wondered whom they were referring to ,and I could see the curtain going down.. The burlesque was over!!!!
Fuming Sister Cicilia marched towards me, pulled my ear and asked me "What were u dreaming, girl?? Why didn't you speak up???”!!!
I was thunderstruck!! Before I realized, it was all over ....the curtains came down....I did not deliver the dialogue.... As I stepped out of the stage I could hear Sister Ciclia cribbing about me big time to the other teachers ...I couldn’t just take it when Jobin (who was my enemy in class )chuckled at me with that stereo typed sad expression of his!! I was isolated and my friends gave me disgusted looks and there I saw mom walking towards me.I was soo happy to see her and just ran towards her and hugged her tight and cried my lungs out :( I could only tell her in my weeping language that I forgot about the skit while looking out for her and dad among the mass.I didn't have to waste my time justifying my act to her as she knew me pretty well.As always moms forget and forgive soon..but Sister Cicila never did!!!
A month after this we had Christmas celebrations at school..Sr Cicila was still upset about her skit which was screwed up..but made sure she never gave me a chance again!!! But here Iam still craving to get on stage and ask "What happened to you Tom"? 

Seldom do I get time to be alone at home...even when i was a kid I always had people around me irritating me ,pampering me, scolding me advising me and so on that I never got time for myself.
But these days whenever Iam alone I spend time as judiciously as possible…

Few of the activities that I get drawn in are

Looking at the mirror and enacting few scenarios like the ones below:

-Imagine to be the CEO of my company and address the workforce on discipline
-Do performance appraisals and explain why he/she has been rated so badly
-Metaphorically scream at the lady whom I hate at office and tell her everything that I had to tell her right on her face (which I envisage is on the mirror)
-Enact movie actresses and their affectations when interviewed.Iam sure my mirror if it could,would have spat on me seeing me facing it with loads of attitude and an eye brow raised (habitually my target would be Rakhi Sawant)!!
-Make all possible monkey faces,boo,rather hoot at myself..
-Try out all old bits and pieces of clothes and make a new style.. typically ends up to be something like Malaika Aroras outfits, which I wont even dare to wear and walk out.
Once i get bored of all these I...
-Go through my contact list stored on my mobile, call up all my friends whom ive not spoken to for months and irritate them asking why they never bothered to call me..(well did i call them is out of question;))
-Try out the Hips Don’t Lie steps and then realize how inflexible Iam or rather how rigid my bones are..
-Uncanny hair dos for which I have my own names like ‘shocky, cranky, dog licked, mountain, monkey ,fountain and so on which only results in emptying the bottle of hair Gel
-Keeping my ear close to the wall rather stuck on it, when the couple next door starts off their fighting spree..they usually puke words on eachother which I would have never ever heard in my life ,Listening to them helps me improve my 'vocabulary' is what i feel :)
-Watching the most boring movie ever….
-Shoot mails to some of those who publish articles on the editorial columns of magazines(basically to criticize or appreciate and mostly it would be to irritate them ;))
-Spend time on writing blogs about every other aspect of life
-Stare at my wardrobe and realize that it badly needs a sorting done…and then simmer down to the conclusion that it can still wait..

These i think are tested and proven ways of wasting time which i really enjoy

Sometimes being lonely helps me understand the real me and it gives me a chance to be everything I wanted to be in my wildest dreams. Be it a CEO ,an actress ,a writer ,an orator, a dancer and what not… I enjoy such short periods of loneliness just for the sake of that momentary happiness it gives me… 