Invention to fashion

This post is a small attempt to understand how fashion actually starts. Something crazy or stupid all this while suddenly becomes fashion. It had always been a question mark to me. Suddenly loosely stitched pants named Patiayala becomes the season and within months it fades off, there coming leggings sticking to your legs comfortably sometimes even making others to wonder if there is something worn below. And now comes Jeggings, an improved version of leggings, jeans in the format of leggings…and that’s jeggings.. Those who love denim, this should be loved too.. This is with respect to attire.. The same holds for hair style, slippers, bangles and anything.

What I am about to tell is the invention of fashion in placing hair clips. Sounds crazy no…? But that is fashion.. Anything crazy done with attitude becomes the latest in trend…!!

Fashion in placing hair clips.. Hair clips are meant to be in hair.. but it is found in every other place than it is meant to be. In hand, wrist, fingers, clothes, sometimes ever collar.

The other day, I came out of the parlour with a new hair cut. Came out as if I had achieved something. Yet the irony is I have lost something only…!! Anyway the damage is done.

The beautician told me not to clip it for sometime at least till I reached home since it needs to set. Is it cement to set with the base?? No questions.. I agreed..! My home was hardly 5-7 mins from the place with my bike. I didn’t know where to place the clip. I thought of keeping it under seat box but I will forget it by the time I reach home. (my forgetfulness is so bad), did not like the idea of clipping it my dress. My purse would not close if I keep my clip. Mind you, it was only a tiny foldable purse and not hand bag. So this clip was giving me a problem. So out of the need to keep it somewhere, I clipped it to my watch strap. And that moment I never knew I was creating a new roar.

Well.. I clipped it to my watch strap in such a way it was hanging downsides. I had put it purposely in such a fashion so that it would at least look decent never knowing what an impact it would be making in few minutes. Hardly ten feet would I have crossed, I stopped and applied brake because a group of college girls were crossing the road from the opposite chat shop. It was an early evening of Saturday so not much traffic was there. So it was only me who was waiting for this group to cross. They saw me (they actually turned to see the road and noticed me) and my beautiful clip clinging to the watch. And one of them.. “Hey look at that.. super idea la.. idhan new fashion pola.. naammalum inime adhae try pannalaam” started speaking in tanglish pointing to my clip. I gave one stupid smile and weird expression on hearing that. That was totally unexpected. One of them was even trying to copy it there itself. Left the place immediately not knowing if I should be proud of it or not. Came home and the first thing I did was, check myself in the mirror, not for the hairstyle but for the newly acclaimed fashion. It was actually cool. Enjoyed at the new invention for few minutes and turned to see my mom staring at me. She was giving a sharp look for the haircut and then saw the clip hanging happily in my watch. She didn’t ask anything but gave a naughty smile at me.

That’s when I understood how fashion is actually discovered. Err. Is it discovered or invented..? I would prefer invention because this was not existed before and coming out for the first time out of creativity. Thus whenever I see some weird dress or hair style, I would think to myself the origin of it and smile to myself.

Vizhiyil oru Vaazhkai

Naan Ipo Periya Doctor. Ennai nambi pala peiyar dhinamum varaanga. Aana Ipo naan yen Sujiyai paarka poyikundu irukiren. Ava enakaga kaatru kondu irupaal.

Suji.. Avalai naan mudhal muraiyaai, mudhalam aandu maruthuvathil than paarthen. Apdi oru azhagu. Adhu azhagu kooda ila, oru maadiri lakshanam. Deviga kalai. Andru Dissection class. Aval yen pakathil than nindral… Ilai ilai naan aval pakathil nindren. Ange Cadaverin parts a describe panni kondu irundaar lecturer. Aval mugam suringiyadhu, andha pinathai paarthu. Satru nerathil aval yen thol mel. Aam, Suji mayangi vittal. Mayangiyathu enovo aval aanal veyarthadu enovo ennaku. Konja neram kazhithu aval kann muzhital. Vekkathil mugam sevandhathu. Thanks endru solivittu sendral. Andru Suji ennidim mudhal muraiyai pesinal. Vaanathukum boomikum ulla idaivelai kuraindhadu…!!

Moondru madhathukul aval naanum nalla nanbargal aanom. Engum ondraga dan selvom. Avalaku ennai pidithathu. Andru, En piranthal naal.. Kaalaiyil en alai pesi alariyadhu.. Adhu yen Suji dhan. Sirithu konde eduthen. “Hi suji, Sollu..!” “Happy Bday da.. Hey ipo dhan ezhundirikiya…? Ada paavi.. inikaachu kuli da..!!” Ila Ila naan kulichi koviluku kooda poitu vanduthen endren ..!! Suji keetal.. “so iniku enna special?” onnum ilama usual college ku vara vendiyathu dan..! Hey college a.. Iniku no college.. full day yen kooda dhan.. neraiya plans iruku.. so half an hour la ne enga hostel ku vaa..namma polam…!!

Ennal andha anbu kattalaiyai niragarika mudiyalai… Andru dhan en vaazhaikin maraka mudiyadha naal. Movie ku ponom, restaurant la saptom, beach ku ponom, neraiya pesinom.. neraiya.. ellam “sweet nothings”…! Apodhu naan ketten.. Suji, naama eppo first sandichom nu gyabagam iruka?? Aval satrum yosikamal sonnal.. Hmmm.. nalla.. Dissection class la.. Na mayakam pottu vizhudha podhu. Naan sirithu konde ketten “Enna baiyam apo..??” first time la adhan konja nervous agiten.. Ipo nooru pinam kooda veyu, naa dhil a nipen. Adhuku naan ketten.. apidiya, oru nalaiku ennoda pinathai paarthal ne ipdi dhan irupiya?? Aval ennai uttru paarthal.. mounam aanal.. Pinbu sonnal..”Ila da.. ne engaiyum poga mata.. en kudave irupa.. na unnai epodhum paarthu konde irupen” Naangal sirithom…! Sernthu sirithom!!

Aval kilambum neram vandhadhu.. Auto kul aval.. veliye naan.. “Ennaku ne Bday gift ye tharala?” endru naan keten.. “Apdiya.. nalla yosichi paaru.. naa koduthachu.. ennavida costly vum periya gift yaarum kuduthirka maatanga…inimel kuduka vidavum maaten” Auto Sendradhu.. avaludan en manadhum dhan! Satru neram andha auto pogum padhaiyai paatru vittu ulle vanden. Kaadal ennai aravanaithadu… Naan ennakule sirithu konden… Avalai patri yosithen.. Vanathil midhande! Hmmm.. kaadalin kirukuthanagal enakum vandu vittudu pola..!! Avlo santhosham kodutha kadavuluku nandri sonnen… Evalo neram apdi irunden nu ennuku theriyadhu.. Pinbu suyanenaivuku vandu alaipesiyil avaluku call seithen.. “enna suji, poi serndhiya??”

Vandha bathilil en vaazhkai irundhadhu… Pesiyathu aval ilai.. traffic inspector.. Aval ponna auto Accident.. Spot death.. Spotku vara sonnar inspector.. angu sendru paarthen.. Sujiyai ambulance-il yettri kondu irundargal… Sujiyin mugam muzhuvadhum ratham… Thudithen.. Azhudhen.. Kadarinen.. En suji thirumbi varave ilai…!! Kadavulin vilaiyathu apodhu dhan purindhadhu.. “indha thunbathai thaanga than avlo santhoshamum.. Indha ninaivugale ennaku podhum”.

Indru 5 aandrugal agivithadu.. En suji engum poga velai.. avalai paarka dan naan poi kondu irukiren.. Avalum ennai paarka kaatru kondu irupaal… Aam.. oru kanadi bottle-il aval kann ennai epodhum paarthu kondu dan irukum.. En Suji adhu…!!

(Apologies for the transliteration done. Could not avoid this due to some "technical difficulties")

The Touch of God

There are certain things which are beyond the expression of words. It was one of the gloomiest days of work. The previous night fight with a "CLOSE FRIEND" followed by sleeplessness made the morning a very sober one. I was in no mood to go for work. I knew I would not be able to give my best at the day's work. Still I started because it was much better than to stay at home and answer my mom's questions.
My day was going uneventful until evening.Ii was not in my usual cheerful mode to my patients. Just made it a professional way. Only during the end of my day's work, the secretary came in and told there was a VIP patient waiting and to be checked at the earliest since she is some 85 years old. I grumbled to myself, i hate VIP patients because the check up required an extra care and an artificial plastered smile during the whole testing. I loathed myself. I was definitely in no mood to smile. I read the name in the file, "RALAPALLI SITALAKSHMI".. Sounded strange.. I just called the patient in an usual tone (with no extra stress)!!
The old lady made to the room slowly with a walking stick. "Her poised smile makes me feel very uneasy", I thought to herself. I started my usual work up but I definitely felt something unnatural there. Was it the old lady's presence??, No.. I was just imagining things. I continued. I asked her to read her the testing chart. She did not read properly, she was stumbling and reading out in effort. She infact read only two lines less than normal. It was almost okay for her age. For no reason, I felt pathetic for her difficulty in reading. I told her to take her own time and read slowly. This is was definitely not me. What is wrong with me?? I have even seen patients with no perception of light as a unequaled medical professional. There was no reason for me to be so compassionate about her.
I almost finished my routine check up and was about to send the patient. She also started to leave, she crossed me and went, but then she came back a few steps to me...... She kept her hand on my head and told, "Bless you my child, you are adorable.. You are undergoing some turmoil within yourself, everything will be fine by today... Believe me child" I was totally speechless and stunned for few minutes. I searched for words to reply but all I could manage was a smile. Believe me guys, the moment she touched my head I felt something within myself. I felt like something was taken out of me. Just within a fraction of minute things changed.

Miracles are miracles. The moment she went out of the room, all I wanted to do was speak to my friend. I found no ego problem in talking first. I searched for my mobile. But again a surprise was waiting for me.. There was an unread message waiting for me to open. It was from my friend, the same friend who fought with me. I opened it excitedly. It read, "I am really sorry da.. I would have really hurt you a lot... I am really really sorry.. Speak to me if possible.. I am waiting.. Miss you" It was like some magic to me.. It was sent exactly some few minutes ago when the old lady was keeping her hands on my head. I searched for no logic. Tears were flowing down. I immediately called up and spoke to my friend. I wanted to tell about this to my friend then, but somehow something was stopping me to tell. I felt I might sound stupid and the total incident might be even become absurd. I wanted to relish it within myself.(At least for sometime).
Was the lady a God? Or someone with special powers? Or all these are just my imaginations? But how could so many things be coincidental? Anyway i really did not need any explanations.. RALAPALLI SITALAKSHMI definitely made my day!!!

……..Because she was 22………

Below are some instances... And there is one similarity between all these… Find them??

Hint: The age of the girl is 22.

Incident 1:

She stops an auto to travel to a particular place. He, as usual charges double the rate. She says what she can give and walks off deciding not to enter into any argument. But the auto-driver hesitates for a moment, stops her and accepts the charge she told. She smiles at him and gets into it. (Probably that is what he expected).

Now, the same incident with a small correction.

She travels with her parents. Her dad stops an auto and bargains for 5 minutes and finally settles down for Rs.10 less than the auto driver. But if she was alone, she would have travelled just for half the rate of this.

Inference of the story…???!!

Incident 2:

She enters a supermarket. Buys shampoo and conditioner. When the bill is put she notices that shampoo is priced less than MRP while conditioner on the same price of MRP. It was just a matter of a rupee of so but still she asks for the reason. The person on the counter, without any answer, changes the bill by reducing the amount of the conditioner as well and hands over the new bill with a sly smile. She smiles back, thanks him, pays the bill and walks off.

Now if she enters the supermarket with her mother. Buys her shampoo and also other groceries as well. While billing her mom asks why conditioner alone is priced more than MRP, he says it is some programming mistake, cannot change it immediately. Her mother sighs at him, scold at the price hike and move off.

Inference of the story…???!!

Incident 3:

She enters a vegetable shop to buy vegetables. She walks down to pick some tomatoes. The person in the shop instantly comes to her help, asks how much kilos she wants, picks up the best quality tomatoes of the lot, puts them in a bag, in fact puts some free curry leaves on her bag and sends to billing counter. All she has to do is pay the bill, give a thankful smile at the helpful vendor and walk out of the shop with the curry leaves as well and the maximum discount.

Now with her mother, she enters a vegetable shop and purchases few vegetables of their own. The person standing near-by doesn’t show any willingness to assist them. At the billing counter her mom has to fight to for a meager discount and picks up some curry leaves while leaving, and the vendor says grumbling like “people pick up so much since it is for free”. She has to hear so much before she walks out of the shop.

Inference of the story…???!!

Incident 4:

Bus had already started moving from the stop and she was running towards the bus as if she collide with it. She tried her luck by waving her hand to stop. And there, it almost instantly stopped in front of her. The people in the bus gave a grudging look at the conductor because they had just witnessed the bus move a few minutes ago without stopping when a middle aged man to tried to get into it.

Inference of the story…???!!

Inference:

1. The hint is the answer here. All these differences are because she is a grooming 22 year old female. Guys might think how privileged girls are. But the truth is all these privileges are like a double-edged sword which also has its own dangers.

2. I could hear some people shouting, why 22 years when girls have these concessions always. And Some time more when they are in teens. Somehow, the truth is slightly different. Girls are immature, physically and mentally, in their teens. She turns to a woman only in her early twenties. Until then she is just a girl or even a child. And that is why any woman in her 20’s looks drop dead gorgeous even without much make-up and more with them

P.S: 22 years is just an example here and doesn’t mean that girls look bad if she is 21 or 23 years.

P.S:Teenagers need not always be immature in looks and thoughts. It is just a personalized opinion.

3. The woman in these incidents is not a female of ravishing beauty or make heads turn in their First look. She is woman of tan-skinned with the looks of girl next-door. She is a beauty of herself and like any other girl in her age. Because girls are at their best only at this age.

Innocence at this peak!!

My niece is the cutest lil angel in this world. We both share a lot of similarities.Whenever my dad used to get a doll or stuff toy I name it and play calling its name and make it as yet another family member. And that habit has transferred to my kutty also. Whenever I get her a new doll, first question from her will be “Pavi what shall we name her?” Then we get into a deep discussion session of choosing and ruling out. It would be fun do to this because even I enjoy doing it.

Some of our friends at home are Cadbury (A big bunny), Daisy (A deer), Dora (of course Dora herself), Dolly (A cute gurly doll), Dhoni (A smart boy doll), Snowie (A white Teddy) and many more. And to join in this bandwagon is Simba (the Lion). We used fight on whose name wins the poll and finally settle down on it. So I think this makes it clear that we spend quality time on this important occasion of “name keeping ceremony”!

She was playing with the new arrival Simba. It looked more of violence than a child play. She was sitting on top the lion and kind of hitting it. I was quiet angry and asked her what she was doing. She said, “When ever you call him (the lion), you call it as ‘Simba the lion king”. I do not like it. I do not like him to be your king, I should only be your king, queen and all”. (Oh, you sweet darling!!)

I told, “Oh sweetie, you are only my angel always. But do not stamp like this over the doll. It will hurt the simba da”. I continued, “See it is Rs.400 toy dear so don’t play like this” (This is to ascertain the value of money). She asked, “Oh, it is very costly huh?” I said, “Yes dear, of course!” She was silently thinking to herself and asked me, “Where does it come Pavi?”

OMG.. Is she asking me about the origin of fur? (I myself do not know the answer!) Is she asking me the history of lion? (Oh, I am bad at history Varshu). But I cannot tell her all these things because I am supposed to a “Know-All Friend”.

So I asked her to re-confirm the question, “Which one are you are asking about?”

She said, “This 400... Does it come in A, B, C, D or 1, 2, 3, 4…??

Ohhhh.. What a sweetie pie you are..? I just hugged her loving the innocence…!!

A hard hit lesson...!!

There was some severe problem with my windows 7 for past a week... And because of that i had to hear all sort of scolds from my dad... So I called up my brother who was the one who installed this in our system. (This brother is actually much younger than me. This is for records ;)).

He came yesterday, checked out a few things, questioned me few things which i never even understood what he was trying to ask? But later only I understood that all this problem was because of me.. I had clicked on some pop up window asking for some "update".. that is when this problem arose.. By interrogation my cousin found out this info and finally told the diagnosis that the OS has to be "RE-INSTALLED"....!! (This means my laptop has to be re-born)

I feared so much to convey this to my dad because the last time when i updated from XP to Windows 7, the MS office was gone. We downloaded it again but in vain, because my dad uses only Outlook and doesn't have any other mail id's.. When we installed a new MS Office all his old "official mails" were gone with the old Outlook.. Once again because of my mistake since i did not keep any back up. So when my brother said the dreaded word of "re-installing".. I Literally feared thinking on the consequences. But he told there was no other way than to re-install and asked me to have back up of what ever I required unlike last time.

He said he will turn up the next day meanwhile asked me to keep the back ups ready. Day dawned and went on as well. Evening had also started to show it's face but i never even initiated to keep back ups (Though i sat on the computer for other works). It wasn't that i forgot either. I remembered but dint wanna do it. Not 'cos of laziness but 'cos of apprehension that I might go wrong and that would be an insult for my brother who thought me how to do it. (It could also be taken as not willing to take up risk and responsibility on my shoulders). I knew that the first thing my brother will ask will be about the back ups for which i decided to answer the truth. "No, I didn't do it since i didn't know how to do this"?

But suddenly something dawned from some other side of the head and struck me hard. "Haven't I heard this dialogue somewhere else?" Yeah, I have. I used to take tuitions for my younger brother, especially maths and science tuitions since he was poor in it. (It doesn't me i'm too good in it, it is just because he very young and i knew that i could cope up for that class). At the end of each class, after revising the whole portions I would give him some sums to work out at home so that I understand that he understands the concept. But invariably he turns up next day without doing it. But it wasn't that he did not understand it because he could do the same sums without any help when I'm beside him. I used to scold him, tell him softly and tried all methods but he never did those sums alone. Once i asked him patiently what was his problem? That is when he said the truth, "I do not have the confidence to do it alone. I fear i might go wrong somewhere and that would hurt you because you are one who is teaching me. That would be like insulting you if I haven't understood it properly" I was dumbstruck for few minutes. He was hardly a 12-13 years old boy and never assumed he was so mature enough. But hold on, what does this have to do with my story now? Bingo, It was the same reason i also did not initiate to keep the back up. Thoughts of the advice I gave him was flooding inside me.

It struck me hard that I was also doing the same mistake which my younger brother was doing. I remember advising him, "try doing new things, then only you'll understand yourself better. Take risks, that will mold you better". But I failed doing it myself. I felt ashamed. I had been yet another example of just words and not action. I felt sorry for my li'l bro. There were some thousand emotions running inside me in that second. IT IS DEF"NY A HARD LEARNED LESSON. I promised to myself of never repeating it again. Never advise something which I myself do not do. Not to advise anyone until I cultivate it. (Sounds good na?)

P.S: For those who wanted to know what happened next. Did i then initiate to back-ups?

Here it goes... Of course I did not.... ;) ;) But it was because my another cousin told there was another way to resolve this and need not re-install it again. I smiled to myself.

I was relieved (for 2 reasons) ;) ;) Yippeeeeeeeee....!!

He and She Snippets

(You would be finding this He and She Snippets regularly hereafter. This He and She can be anyone i come across. It can be my parents, my sis and her husband, my aunt and uncle, my grandparents, my friends parents or even your parents. ;) it talks about all interesting small witty chats between them.)

HE: Wow.. Smells Good.. what is that you are making??

SHE: It is a special rasam which i read in the internet...!! :)

HE: Oh.., It is great to hear that you find time to visit recipe sites from your usual other "very important sites"...!! ;0)

SHE: Enough.. Now pls switch off the stove when it starts to boil well while i'll change my dress and we'll sit together to eat...!

While serving for him,..................................................!!

SHE: How does the rasam taste? Good na?

HE: Yeah, But a little salty dear!!

SHE: Uhhh.. how come, but I added in right quantity only...!

HE: Oh.. I also added some thinking you would have forgotten as usual....!!

SHE: ###$$$###$$$$!!!

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3 idiots Vs. Five Point Someone

Now we have talked about some personal experiences, attitude, humor and a kind of book review, why don’t we also do a film review? After all, that is what my alohomora defines. Unveil all the magical doors and talk about everything.

Now on to the most hyped and happening movie-3idiots. Well, I got to watch this film on the first day itself so fortunately without much expectations I enjoyed the movie. It is one of the “Feel good” kind of movies which is for all class especially for youngsters. Now on to the most heated topics on newspapers-Five Point Someone vs. 3idiots.

I have read the book and watched the movie as well so I take the rights to speak and compare on both unbiased. FPS is about “what not to do in IIT” (as the Chetan Bhagat). It is one the bestselling books which talks on 3 IIT-ians who try to be different from the usual geeks due to which life takes a roller coaster ride. The main characters in this story are Hari Kumar (yet another ordinary guy who tries to be others), Ryan oberoi (The Brilliant rich and spoilt guy who wants to be unique in everything) and Alok (boy from poor back ground twined with family problems), Neha (Hari’s girl friend and the daughter of the HOD of dept in IIT), Viru (A strict usual IIT-iian faculty who judges students only on GPA), IIT campus (integral part of the story where all important episodes takes place).

3 idiots- Story about 3 individuals Ranchodas Shyamaldas Chanchad aka Rancho (Aamir Khan), Raju Rastogi (Sharman Joshi) and Farhan Qureishi (R Madhavan) and their vile, vindictive college director Viru Sahastrabuddhe nicknamed Virus. Now it is about 3 friends with different backgrounds who meet at one of the most prestigious college “Imperial College of Engineering”. Story travels on Farhan and Raju going in search of their missing friend the intelligent and Unique Rancho. Rancho is the one who influences his friends to take right part and suddenly disappears after college. Why? His girl friend is Pia Viru (kareena Kapoor), daughter of the HOD of IIT-ian and a Doctor. Do they get married, do the friends meet? Why does rancho leave abruptly? What happens to each of the idiot’s life post college is the story.

Now looking on the gist itself you would have noticed certain similarities between the two stories. Well, that is the problem of today. The movie was said to be adaption of the book. Though the screenplay, script travels differently one cannot deny the fact that it travel on the railway line called Five Point Someone. That was what I am going to do here. Let us list down the similarities and differences between the two and see which weighs more. At least this might be an initiative for the solution.

Similarities:

• 1. Background of the story- IIT and Imperial College of engineering.
• 2 . Both of them talks about the ridiculous and strenuous college education system and the pit falls in it.
• 3. Characters of the story- 3 stupid friends with different backgrounds. Girl friend and HOD of the Department.
• 4. Description of the story- Both of them are told in first person with Hari speaking in the book and Farhan (character similar to Hari) in the movie. Both are told in a very humorous way throughout.
• 5. Alok (Book)/Raju (Movie) family back ground. Paralyzed father, Mother making roti’s, Fat sister waiting for marriage.
• 6. Ryan/Rancho’s influence on the other two.
• 7. Alok/Raju moving away from friends for short period.
• 8. Ryan/Rancho unique different project.
• 9. Alok/Raju’s suicide when he is told about expulsion.
• 10. Ryan/Rancho cheering up Alok/raju from his trauma and bringing him to normal.
• 11. Snipping of question paper from the HOD’s room.
• 12. Approval of Ryan/Rancho’s project.
• 13. Ryan/Rancho helping Alok/Raju father in admitting to the hospital.
• 14. Neha/Pia’s brother suicide and the reason for it.

Wow... that is a decent number of similarities. Now let us see if difference outnumbers this.

Dissimilarities:

• 1. Here the girl friend is for Rancho and not for Hari. (I am sorry but that was first obvious thing I noted). (Heroes are always heroes)
• 2. Though rancho and Ryan are shown intelligent. Ryan in the book has always been the last in the class unlike Rancho who tops the university. (Heroes are always heroes only- Repeat).
• 3. Here hari(Book) does not steal the keys for taking the out the question papers instead Pia itself gives it to Rancho. In fact for reason for stealing is also different.
• 4. There is no vulgarity in the film unlike the book.
• 5. Here Farhan does not get into a job unlike Hari but moves into his field of interest.
• 6. Rancho’s success in later life.
• 7. Ryan/Rancho family back ground. Though it initially seems similar there are some obvious differences.
• 8. All is well concept.
• 9. Here Raju only stammers interviews unlike Hari.
• 10. Pia’s sister delivery scenes.
• 11. Here the three friends are not detained from a semester unlike the book.
• 12. In the movie there are no helpful soft hearted teachers unlike the book. It’s all Aamir Khan here, who else do you want??

Well that is all I could notice between the two. It’s almost a near matching number only but definitely the similarities outweighing the differences. So this means the laurels first goes to Chetan Bhagat for his original story. Whatever differences are there, the base is FPS. It is something like a Pizza. There are hundreds of Pizza’s each with different taste and ingredients but one cannot deny that the Pizza base is same for all.

So now I am forced to support Chetan Bhagat and his justifications. Whatever contract has been put earlier and changes have been made it is important that he should have got a better projection in the film. It is pathetic to see his name scrolling at the end of the film in small fonts as “Adaption from the book Five Point Someone by Chetan Bhagat”. Gosh, this book must have been Chetan’s life. He must have put his soul and blood and lived with this book that too being his first book. It is unfair to see his name in small fonts somewhere down after the movie is over.

Now more on to the movie. Why is this movie so much hyped?? Of course the whole movie has been like a joyous ride, hilarious right from beginning. All witty, smart spontaneous humor. But this is not a new thing for Tamil or Malayalam film industry. We have already seen such witty humor from Crazy Mohan, S.Ve Shekar or in Fazil movies. I am forced to accept that probably this kind of humor is new for Hindi audience but not for us. There are also some clichéd kind things which are changed for just for movie. The hero is always being projected in a big way. Lovable guy by all, Super intelligent in his own way, gardener’s son (to pull some sympathy), the finally he is shown rich just to tell that he wins the bet. Hero has to win always no??!!

But there are definitely some applaudable things in this film. First and foremost, Aamir Khan. 44 years and he is still acceptable as a 20 year old college boy with no qualms. His mischievous facial expressions fill the screen. The way he and Chaturamalingam define “Machine” and when he is told to get out of the class his definition of “book” is awesome. Next is the originality and realism in college scenes. Usually colleges in films are used for boy and girl to meet and love and it gets over with cafeteria and parking. Hardly classrooms will be shown, and even if it comes it would be shown in an artificial and foolish way. So applauds for not being the same. I am also forced to appreciate the unity of actors in Bollywood. They believe more in story than heroism.

So whatever it is, this film is must watch. One of the best film in the recent times. A stand apart from others. Hats off to Aamir Khan for his different acting.

The one man army at home

Pa is one person whose life has been nothing but sacrifices. He is one who sculpted me to whatever I am today. He has held my hands to teach me to walk and still continues to hold it. I should definitely illustrate certain examples here. When I first learnt to drive bike, he sat there at the back and kept instructing me. When I was about to about to put the bike down and fall, he just pushed me aside so that I wouldn’t get hurt the bike falls on him. That speaks of his concern. (But the tragedy is he still instructs and adjusts if i drive with him on the back ;())

Even when I sleep till 11 in the morning, he doesn’t wake me up and scolds mom not to wake up and says, Paavam let her sleep she can enjoy all this here only. He has taught me love, affection, sharing, discipline and everything but in a very sweet way. He loses his temper but it was for all our good. And the best part is, he loves his daughters so much that he cannot be without talking to us so comes back immediately consoling us. I would proudly say I am the pampered daughter of my father, the gift of being second and last in the family. But I am definitely not a spoilt brat. He is my first hero. I admire him a lot. Probably every girl on the earth expects a husband like her father only. She expects the same care, unconditioned love, his courage, his smiles during tough times. Wow… You are the best always…!!

I love the way he teases me. I am an ardent fan of actor Madhavan. So much so crazy that I watch any crap movie just because he comes. I would be watching alaipayuthey 105 or 106^th time in the TV and he gets home from office. He would give me a smile like, “Nee thirundave maate kind”... He comes back and sternly says I want to watch news so give me the remote. So I would give it half heartedly.

And get back to my room. Suddenly I hear Pacchai Nerame song so loudly that I run to the hall to see it. My dad would be waiting for that moment and would immediately change the channel just to tease me. Though it would be irritating I like the way he does it. Pa, I love you so much. I do not even if I would be able to tell these words ever to you. But I wanted to tell the world how much I love you. I know you are not even aware of my blog or this post. But now the world knows that your daughter loves you so much and thanks you for everything.

I guess it has become too very sentimental. Now on the lighter side let us see some pathetic moments of my Pa. As I first said dad has always sacrificed everything. But I feel may be he was forced to. Because we were 3 women against him. And sometimes with my grandmother at home, it was a clear 4:1.He was the only man and had no choice. Every single day, he would have to listen to conversation about clothes, beauty accessories, matching nail polishes, shoes, recipes, stuff toys, Barbie dolls, handbags, sarees, salwars, did I say clothes?, Or the fights over the same dress with my sister. Sometimes about pakkathu aathu mami, or ethir veetu mami. Poor pa.He would just nod his head with a book in his hand and or utter a mere uummm to whatever we say because men are like that. I don’t know if he really understood our conversation. Or even doubt if he gave his full ears to listen to those gossips. All cupboards stuffed with girl clothes and girl stuff, shirt hanger used to hang handbags, office table spread with teddy bears instead of the paper work. All the papers he keeps for rough accounts use, being actually used for drawing rangoli or coloring some cartoons. Even the cupboard in the bathroom stuffed with face packs, moisturizer lotions. Hair bands hanging in the shower nozzle. Hair pins, safety pins, dupattas, tees scattered all around the house sometimes I even keep my favorite hair clips in his brief case without his knowledge so that it wouldn’t get lost in the mess. ;) Then my sister got married but these dupattas and hair bands never changed. Still we subject him to conversations on slim fit jeans, handbags, salwars, pink, Cinderella, Dora, etc etc with the only difference in the ratio being 5:1. That’s my little niece joining the bandwagon. Yeah, women are always like that only.

DAD YOU ARE THE BEST AND I JUST ADORE YOU SO MUCH. LOVE YOU PA.

My Little Devil

It was a cozy January Sunday. I was in my deep sleeps with all handsome dreams. Handsome because it included all hot heroes like Maddy, Surya, Ranbir Kapoor, Shahid Kapur, SRK.

It was when I heard my name being called somewhere distant. OH, Was it any of these heroes calling out my name. I listened again. No, It was a female voice calling out. SRK in female voice?? Noooooo..

It was my mom... "Pavi, Get up its already 10..!!"

I slowly opened one eye to check the time in my mob lying beside me. It showed 9.40am.

Why do all mom fast forward the time??

Me: Ma, 5 mins..!!

I heard some distant mumbling of mom. But i was already back to my Maddy and Surya.

2 mins later, again a soft shrill voice calling out my name. Definitely not Maddy.

Yeah, Its my niece.

Niece: Pavi, Its 10.30 get up. (That was like 2mins with my Favourite Heroes around. Time in my mobile glowed as 10.20 am.. This is definitely my mom's training).

My niece is one specimen. She doesn't get sleep before 1.00 clock in the night and after 7oclock in the morning. She is just 4 years old though.

Me: 2 mins da kutty.

Why do people bug me at this wee hours on Sunday?

I was trying to get back to my Aamir Khan, SRK while my niece was talking to my dad.

Niece: Appa, 2 mins na edhu varaikum??

My dad: count till 120.

Then silence.. Aaaaa.. I see my heroes coming back. yeah,. come..!!

Suddenly i hear something like 14,15,16... 27,28,29,30... 41,43,44,48,49,50...!!

My Maddy.. 59,60,64,66,67,68... Surya... 76,77,78,82,83,85,89...

What the hell is this?? Numbers and my heroes..

It was my niece who was loudly calling out the numbers. I asked her, "Enna di panra?" She innocently replied, " Nee dhan 2 mins la ezhudukuren nu sonna. Adhan count panren!!"

OMG.. What the hell is this?? 92,95,97,98,99.. Where are the in between numbers?? But she is skipping out numbers to finish it soon and get back to her Cartoon network..!! 100..

I knew i will not get sleep anymore. I lazily came out of the blanket and saw the brightly lit face of my niece.

She was shocked, "Pavi, Nee thoongu.. 2mins finish aana udane i'll wake you up"

Idhu vera..!!?!

But i can't deny her words and went back to my blanket.

104, 105, 109,110, 113, 114, 116, 117,118,119,120..

"Paviiiiiiiiiii... 2mins over.. Ipo ezhunduko!!"

And i had to.....!!!

She was running over to my mom to share the victory of waking me up. My dad was sitting there mischievously smiling at me. PLAN PANNI PANRANGADAA.....!!

ENNA KODUMA SIR IDHU...!!!

Mysterious Woman

This is yet another thought dawned at the wee hours of night. I initially thought of not even revealing the gender of the person but since i felt difficult describing i decided to reveal the gender.

Yeah, a woman who has got a lot of my likings nowadays. And all this is happening even without her knowledge, that is the interesting part of it. She doesn't even know she has such a fan nor i doubt she would even know about my existence. But i do not bother to reveal myself to her(At least for time being).

Now more on HER. She is not a public personality, she is not a national leader nor some social activist. She is yet another common person but with different thoughts. I liked her, like her and will like her for her uniqueness and her individuality. She has marked an impression on me and indirectly has been a motivation for what I am today. But all this has happened without her knowledge. ;) :)

I have been silently observing her from one corner and adored her uniqueness so much. Always felt a woman should be of her kind only. BOLD, INTELLIGENT, BRAVE, BEAUTIFUL, ADORABLE....!!

She is such a common woman mingled in the crowd that many of you do not even know, might even wonder what speciality does she hold? But to me, she stands out, It cannot be explained, should be felt. Liking is a feeling, an emotion.. An instantaneous liking flowed when i came across her. She remains a mysterious woman to the world but a world of creativity's to me.

Right now i cannot reveal anything more. But definitely one day i will get back to this same blog and reveal my mysterious lady. Until then then the world wait.

Sivagamiyin Sabadham

Sivagamiyin sabatham (The vow of Sivagami) is one of the best written Tamil historical novel by Kalki in 1944. It is infact believed by some to be one of the first historical novels in Tamil. It was originally serialized in the weekly Kalki for about 12 years (Goodness.. 12years in a weekly magazine) which was later published as a novel. The story is set in 7th-century south India against the backdrop of various historical events and figures. Honour,love and friendship form important themes that run through the course of the novel. At the end of the book, I swear one would doubt if it was really an imaginative novel. It had been woven across so beautifully that you are forced to believe that it had actually happened.


First of all, I thank my friend who motivated me to read this book some few months back. After insisting so much I started to read this book, finally I read it in a full stretch of a week's time all the 4 parts. Kalki is such a classic writer that he forces you to emote along with the characters. I know people really don not find time to read such huge novels and appreciate its literary work. I am just a small time writer and cannot really review on such good books. But a small effort of appreciation on the master piece...!!

Some Pivotal Characters:
Mahendravarman
He is the father of the hero of our story. Kalki portrays him as a connoisseur of arts. He is also someone who was well versed in disguising. Kalki also portrays him as a compassionate king who was easily accessible and who sought and got advice from his courtiers. Though he gets converted from being follower of Jainism to Shaivism he remains tolerant of other religions and respects their practices. He dreams of a day when peace reigns and kings do not have to fight war with each other. But at the end just like any other villain father, he becomes the reason of the separation of his son’s love.

Narasimhavarman
Though he was outshone by Mahendravarman in the first half of the book, Narasimhavarman takes a life of his own later on. He is the prince who is head over heels in love with the dancer, Sivagami. His love for Sivagami even makes him promise her that he would even relinquish his throne if there was precondition for marrying her. After all that is LOVE. He is portrayed as an obedient son and more importantly someone who understands the practicality of a situation when he agrees to marry the Pandya princess to avoid any problems when he is planning is attack on the Chalukyas when he is forced to take over the kingdom.

Pulakesi
The Chalukya king, one of the villains in the novel, is portrayed as being ruthless and almost barbaric. Unlike his brother, Naganandhi, he does not have an inclination towards art and sees them as being a waste of time. He has deep respect towards his brother and mentor, Naganandhi. Kalki paints a clear contrast between Mahendravarman and Pulakesi. While the former's courtiers are shown as respecting the king for his wisdom and knowledge the latter's subjects fear his ruthlessness. While the Pallava king consults his ministers and acts on their advice the Chalukya king acts more on his instincts.

Naganandhi
The fictional twin brother of Pulakesi (Ya, if you browse a bit you would interestingly find there was no such character in history) would probably qualify as the main villain of the novel. He dons the role of a Buddhist monk and this provides him the license to move freely between the various kingdoms. He has an eye for the art and is also portrayed as a cunning statesman and spy. But his love for the beautiful Sivagami changes his life all together. But his love for Sivagami has more to do with her artistic abilities than her physical self. He uses the visual similarity that he has with Pulakesi to his advantage to save Ayanar and his lady love. Having spent his childhood and most of his youth in a Buddhist monastery under highly challenging circumstances he possesses a body that is immune to any poison. He dedicates his life to the well-being of the state and his brother. Though he is portrayed a negative character, we find a sympathy towards the end in his character because though he does everything for his love, he treats Sivagami alone with such dignity.

Sivagami
Our Heroine or rather the lady hero around whom the entire story revolves. The most bold beautiful and the mystical dancer who Mahendravarman claims can portray even those postures and nuances that the creator of Bharathanatyam had not thought of. Her dance is described to be of such beauty that the person who watches it sees the goddess itself in her. She is in love with Narasimhavarman. Being alone in the sculptor's settlement she only has a parrot and deer for her solace. Her fame had spread to distant lands. She is also portrayed as being selfless and generous. She is ready to undergo punishment for the sake of freeing the captured women from the Pallava Empire. And there starts her vow and the twist in the story. How she suffers in remembrance of the king and awaiting his arrival for freeing her??

Paranjothi
The able commander of the Pallava army, Paranjothi is portrayed as being a brave soldier. One of my favorite characters in the novel after Sivagami. Such a manly guy. His entry in the novel itself would be such heroic. After acquainting with the King, His Nobel service to the Kingdom becomes vital. He remains a history for valor, friendship, love and honor. The best part of him is when after the final brutal war how his mind changes and understands the importance of human life and finds solace as his new life. (To find out what his new life is, read the full book…!)

Ayanar
Sivagami's father and master sculptor is portrayed as someone who is fanatically in search of the secret behind the Ajanta dyes. He was so curious to know that secret that he was even ready to risk his life and escape from the Kanchi fort and wanted to talk with Pulakesi to get the information. His love for arts and sculptor are beautifully described.

Satrugnan, Gundodharan
The spies of the Pallava Empire. They are portrayed as being extremely capable and have a very good sense of humour. They add the spice of humor in right propositions.

Vanama Devi:
The princess of the Pandya kingdom and later becomes the wife of the great king Narasimhavarman. She is portrayed so beautifully but you just cannot avoid her innocence and her true love for the king in spite of knowing his history.

Kamali:
The best friend of Sivagami and Wife of Kannabiraan. Portrays beautifully the meaning of friendship, the pain when sivagami is in danger. One of the stand out characters in the book.

Therotti kannabiraan:
His respect and obiedence for the royal family. His valour when it comes to war and how he sacrifices his life for the country. He is known for his humour and fun filled nature.
Apart from these there are few other characters but these are only the highlights of it.


Plot:
It would be tough to point out who the real hero of the novel is. Mahendravarman I, the Pallava emperor plays an important role in the first half of the story while his son Narasimhavarman comes into his own as the novel progresses. But according to me the real hero will our Sivagami and vow. The plot revolves around the vow which she takes and how and when that was completed. The story itself is divided into four parts

Part 1: Paranjothi's Journey
Part 2: The Siege of Kanchi
Part 3: The Monk's Love
Part 4: The Shattered Dream

The plot is simple but it is weaved around extraordinarily. You cry with them, laugh out, flirt with the love, and express the angers, the revenge and all other emotions. Probably I feel that is the success of the book. I enjoyed it hope everyone who reads it will love the language and the novel.

Attitude and Life..!!

Atttitude.. A very tricky word indeed.. You could use it in any sense infact...!!

The word which i believe shows your true color.. Well am i here for some lecture...??

I am updating my blog after a verrrrrrrrrrry looooong time with so many struggles of what is the next topic??

I dunno why i made up my mind to write this topic after so many thoughts.. I guess i have learnt who I am now only.. Identified the ME inside...!!

I came up with this quote at the cinderella hours and then decided this is gonna be my next topic for blog... And here goes that quote.. "Living on earth is tough and expensive only; But it does include a free trip around the sun every year.. Life is all about Attitude; So live life to its fullest..!! "

So that statement makes it very clear what life is all about.. Simply, it is how we look at it...!

I have been looking at a very different angle all this time until i sat under the bodhi tree to change so drastically.. If you had asked about me to my friends a few months back.. they would have given a very worrying picture.. cos i always found lonely, mood off, anger, deeply upset and everything.. almost on the verge of a big depression.. one foot more and i would have fallen into it...!!

But now.. I am chirpy, happy, jumping around, smiling even when the worst things happen.. I am myself loving so much nowadays..!! to be truthful i should have been much more depressed now only.. Leaving the job, dunno what next, family pressures on "settling down"(or marrying).. Life should have been like entering a dark tunnel with no signs of light and end...!! But still i find myself happy each moment.. no regrets for anything... ready to face any new obstacles and handle it as some new exciting adventure...!!

I really dunno what brought this change and even bother to think about it.. whosoever or whatever it is.. A big heartfelt thanks...!! I never life had so beautiful shades and even feel bad that i had missed all it all these days.. blocking myself from those beauties..

I am not gonna advice anybody here.. but some few tips to those who feel life is so monotous and there is nothing interesting in it.. there is no use of me being here and all..

life was awful for me even... it took the most unexpected twists and turns.. some of them were totally out of my hands to control.. i felt dreadful about life.. was even pushed to the extent of "self immolation or simply suicide".. i started even planning deeply about them than living on this stupid world... But luckily, it was my friends again who stopped me then... if only i would have done that i wouldn't been enjoying life like now or would have been at hospital if only the attempt was a failure just like me...!! Yeah, i was a loser all these days.. Dint understand the true meaning all this time.. was searching for something which doesn't exist only,..!!

guys... the moment we came to earth the countdown of our death is started.. then why do we have finish it earlier that the dead time...! why are always in a hurry... to finish it earlier than the stipulated time.. why has life always become a race.. chasing behind something or other.. sometimes it is money, love, greed, job, affection, girl friend, revenge, time or worst case it is death...!!

one moment.. live for yourself, smile at an unknown person, dance along with the first drops of rain that fall on the earth, play with the smallest kid in your family and lose the game with them, try out a new dish on the menu card and enjoy every taste on it.. after all life is also like that only... has so many different hues and shades.. yet it remains new and afresh... we are sure of this one life only.. you are not guaranteed for same parents, same friends, same lover next birth also... Infact we are not even sure of next birth then worry on this very precious birth.. load it with so many worries... Take a change and give a right ATTITUDE to life.. it brings miracles to your life...!!