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March 24, 2008

Only Heart : A tag post, after a long time!

Filed under: Tags,Uncategorized — Teal @ 8:56 am

It has been a really long time, since I have been tagged. Senor Brat has done the honours, so will do! [Can’t refuse that guy 😛 ]

  1. Put your iPod (or other source of music) on shuffle mode.
  2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
  3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!

Simple, ain’t it? 😉 Here we go!

“If someone says ‘Is this okay?’, you say?”
Mr.Mister – Broken Wings
Oh my! What do I say for this one?

“What would best describe your personality?”
Jamiroquai – Canned Heat
You know this boogey is for real …. Got canned heat in my heels tonight baby!Well now this makes a wee bit of sense 😀

“What do you like in a guy/girl?”
Ilayaraja – Janani Janani
My ideal guy should be a god? Metaphorically, maybe?

“How do you feel today?”
Tum se hi [Remix] – Jab we met
Well, it’s a monday morning, so you decide. Btw, the song has no relevance with how I feel today!

“What is your life’s purpose?”
John Mayer – My stupid mouth
Keeping my stupid mouth from getting me into further hassles, but that is a precautionary measure, not Purpose!

“What is your motto?”
Apolcalyptica – Nothing Else matters
Forever trusting who we are, and nothing else matters. Life is a crazy journey, you just have to believe in yourself and take a plunge without wondering if there is a safety net anywhere in sight. Consequences will happen no matter what the nature of cause. [Getting too philosophical here, I think!! ]

“What do your friends think of you?”
Thiruda thiruda – Raasathi en usuru ennuthilla
They love me to the point that they will die lest I leave them 😉 No I am not being narcissistic! Merely translating the lyrics of the song. . .

“What do you think of your parents?”
The Corrs- Summer Sunshine
Yep, they are the rays of sunshine in my dull boring life! 😀

“What do you think about very often?”
Something Something – Nu ostharante na odhanntana
Hmmm, yes I have always wanted to act like a raving lunatic, strum electric guitars like I am possessed in front of a respectable middle aged crowd. [Oh come on, who am I kidding!] The jugalbandi part is fun, though 😉

“What is 2+2?”
Linkin Park – Points of Authority
Forfeit the game, coz tomorrow when it’s all done, you reap what you sow. Annual hike around the corner, and I know that some undeserving twits will get more than me, and as per top level management math, 2+2 can be anything from 3 , 10 or even 15% Many mathematicians have voluntarily checked themselves in at Arkham, fearing a torrent of diplomatic crap as justification from the afore mentioned people 😐

“What do you think of your best friend?”
New York Nagaram – Jillunu Oru kaadhal
Well, this song reminds me of only one person, and that aint my best friend! 😉

“What do you think of the person you like?”
Usher – Yeah
Got nothing to say here. Shuffle mode gone LOCO! Interpret this the way you like!

“What is your life story?”
Dekho nashe mein – RACE
The world has gone nuts. Lots of stuff going on inside. One thing very weird, when any question of my life props up here, all dance related numbers are coming up! I cant dance to save my life! :-S

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Aerosmith – Living on the edge
Yeah baby! I want to take life head on and live on the edge, with no fear or worries! I want to change quite a few things about this world, too.

“What do you think when you see the person you like?”
Deep Purple – Never Before
Err….

“What do your parents think of you?”
INXS – Never tear us apart
My folks love me LOADS 😀 To the point that they don’t want to part with me. The additional factor here being the youngest kid at home!

“What will you dance to at your wedding?”
Fort Minor – Believe me
“I guess that this is where we’ve come to, If you dont want to, then you dont have to believe me. Just so you know now, you are on your own now,believe me!!” Probably this is what my parents would warn me about my married life :-S

“What will they play at your funeral?”
The Beatles – The Long and winding road
People are going to miss me a LOT, looks like it!

“What is your hobby/interest?”
Tom Petty – Into the great wide open
“Into the great wide open, under the sky so blue

Out in the great wide open, a rebel without a clue!”

Need I say more? Yeah I’ve always wanted to travel 😀

“What is your biggest secret?”
The Corrs – What I can do to make you love me?
As if I would actually be LOCO enough to divulge my biggest secret in such a public forum.

“What do you think of your friends?”
Guns and Roses – Sweet child of mine
It takes a lot of time, tests and life’s trials for me to consider a person my friend. Many seldom cross the line between acquaintance and friendship. And yeah, all my friends are my sweet children 😀 I dote on them all!

“What should you post this as?”
John Mayer – Only Heart
Yet another relevant answer. Damn you, you vile walkman phone!

I leave the choice to people on my blogroll or any visitor of TEALSPACE to continue with this tag 🙂

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March 23, 2008

Badam ‘Shek’ anyone? :-D

Filed under: Humour,Life — Teal @ 8:20 am
Uploading an image was sooo much simpler in blogger, I miss it sometimes 😦 Hmmmm but what to do, I happened to glimpse this thallu vandii offering people Badam shek and Kaju shek and the like on the way out, so thought might share this one with you all! 😀

Here is another one. Heights of marketing, even at the cost of vandalism of public transport!!!!! Took the picture below while precariously hanging in the foot board of a 21G.

I also happened to glimpse a place that offers Veg Sandwitch as a specialty dish! So much for thinking that witch burning was done with in the medieval times 😐

March 18, 2008

Of Masses and “Mass” modes of communication

Filed under: Life,Sobriety,Whatever — Teal @ 10:08 am

A decade or 2 back , had you gone to our parents or people from our generation and told them, “Yo guys, snail mail is going to be a long forgotten relic” they would have probably burst out loud with laughter and dismissed the whole statement. But look at the dismal state of human beings and most importantly communication today. Snail mail is a relic [with reference to the metro’s and the emerging cities of course] and we have probably the fastest and quite effective ways of communicating, yet , sad but true, the warmth of a letter is something precious and irreplacable.

Many of my school buddies had left me in the 9th and or 10th grade to shift to other places, given that scenario, we had no mode of communication, save letters. I still remember coming back home on my trailblazer and feeling a thrill when my mother used to hand me the letter that had come that very day. Although the news in it, would be atleast a week to ten days old.

I remember tearing the envelope impatiently and reading all the contents in a hurry, and then perusing them at a much slower pace. The handwriting and sometimes the smell. My friends used to apply some perfume on the letter before sending them across too. [Sounds crazy but used to feel damn good back then.]

Yet the more means of communication, the more we are drifting away from people. You might have that ultra bulky expensive state of the art phone in your hand. But what good will it do, if you are not using it contact people you love or who care for you?

We as a species have dominated this world. Gone are the days when we used to hide in caves fearing carnivorous predators. All we are doing is inventing more gizmos which can make our already ‘simple ‘ tasks all the more automated and in consequence, enlargening our carbon footprints and screwing up the ecological balance.

Even some social networking sites have enabled ‘mass messaging’ or ‘mass scrapping’ that has lead to more harm than actual good. So what is your point Teal? You may ask.

My point is simple.

You may have a blackberry, a blueberry or even a basket of gooseberries. But there is no point if you lead to life to an extreme neglect of people around you. Will serve you right , when you have the ample or more than sufficient technology to send out messages or communication, but there will be no one left on the other side.

March 13, 2008

Save the Tiger!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Teal @ 9:51 am

Sign the online petition here at the WWF India site, and show that you care.  This just makes me wonder what is the bloody point in having a Dept for Forest Services if they are sleeping while these animals on the verge of extinction! X-(

And if I may add, I am going to get me a conservation band sometime this week.

You can get a WWF conservation band by ordering here.

Here is the Tiger’s anthem from the WWF Site, that I have put up here:

Tiger Anthem

My son asked me the other day
Do we have tigers only in the zoos
My teacher tells me the forests are gone
The deers are gone, wild animals are gone
The king of the junge now kills our cattle
Poachers on his trail
Now people live where once he lived
His skin is up for sale.

I said son, your teacher’s not fully right
Tigers are in danger, but still they survive
You can still see them in the wild
Sure I will take you there someday
The future of the tiger still hangs by a thread
But the battle is still not lost
We don’t wanna see tigers only in the zoos
We’ll save them at any cost

And its now or never, for the future of the tiger
It is time to decide if we wanna see the tigers in the wild
And he looked you in the eye, When you shot him, before he died
It is time that we ensure we gave the tigers a safe home.

Well son, the tiger needs your support
In you his future lies
If the tigers live, the forests live
And we need it for us to survive
I take the vow not to buy anything
That has tiger part
And I will try my best to gain all support
For the tiger with all my heart

And its now or never….

March 7, 2008

God’s Anomaly

Filed under: Manic depression,Poetry,Rage,Sobriety,Whatever — Teal @ 10:44 pm

I dont believe in fairy tales
nor do i believe in sheer dumb luck
whether i like my life or not
this is were I am stuck

Belief crawled it’s way out of my mind
Faith lost and people unkind
During more pressing times these thoughts unwind
Looks like all the while I’ve been blind

Friends say I view through a stained glass
grief, rage, retribution I seldom let pass
Let go is a statement, one tells real easy
But arent the sane in the mad world, crazy?

Who I am? What do I seek?
Is a question all ask, from the brave to the meek
Seems like someone from above is to yet to tweak
with my fate, the worms held by my beak

Redundant to say, but the days drag on endlessly
All images and sounds mingle needlessly
The answer to my question, I have come to see
I am nothing, no one but god’s anomaly

March 2, 2008

My perfect happy ending

Filed under: Fiction!,Stories — Teal @ 1:31 pm

Ok.So you are Tam Bhram , female and are 27 years old, and single. Given the ways and tendencies of your generation it seems pretty normal, but leave it to the parents to get hyper about it. Since my 25th birthday, my folks have been bugging me day and night to get married. My happily hitched friends and classmates , and Asha aunty’s daughter who gave birth to triplets although she was 2 years younger, were definitely not helping! Leave it to my mom, who thanks to the moms in reel life has enuf strategies of emotional backmail.

“You know, Kunju’s daughter Bama has become a grand mother, I dont know when I will be able to hold my first grandchild in my arms . . ”

“I am not getting any younger, when are you going to get married!”

“Get married when appa and me are in proper state of health!”

Aaargh , aargh! After hearing enough violins and flutes in the background [not to mention shehnaais] I agreed to get hitched. To face the guillitone.

Friend #1,2, .. . n: “Good! Glad you made the right choice, you really need someone in your life, after all career is not everything!” . .

Humph!

Well, the only thought that strikes me now, is whether i should tell my folks about Him. I can already imagine the reactions from my family members. . .

Dad: What nonsense is this! IS this what I sent you to the states for? Against Amma’s wishes! [Reaches out for the hunting rifle mounted on the wall]

Amma: [Violins and Shehnai music in the background] Shiva shiva … Why did I live to see this day?

Younger Bro: U actually found someone? YOU??? Enna koduma saravanan!

Ok, lets rule that option out for now. Shall we?

As I sat out on the thinnai outside my house, Appa called me in. He was seated on the giant teakwood swing in our living room. “Come here kutti, sit beside me.” I dutifully sat next to him. Appa looked at me with pride. “You have no idea how happy we are to see this phase of your life!” He affectionately patted my head. I smiled at him.

“I have shortlisted 3 candidates fit to be kings for my kutti! Now, cmon kutti. You have no idea how hyper amma is about this whole event.Her everyday conversation with your chitti revolves around nothing but this! The first guy is a … the second guy is a . . . You want to see the pictures?”

“Appa, anyone you chose for me will be perfect. I have never done anything against your will, and never will.”

Appa looked a little dissappointed.

I hated that look on his face. So I smiled, and mustered a non existant enthusiasm when I asked, “Who’s the 3rd bakra? 😉 ”

Appa laughed. “The 3rd bakra is Sambasivan, Kicha mama’s son. HE is also a big shot like you, Us Paddipu and working there also, nearby where you live!”, he thrust the photograph on my eyes, literally. And then, enters Amma, with a wicked grin on her face. Oh No. That grin usually means I am going to be forced to do something I detest, something i will refuse, something tat Appa and Amma will gang up and force me to do, with megaserial style emotional blackmail and something i will end up doing anyway! Sheesh . . .

“I just got off the phone with Mrs.Kicha, Sambu is in town!”

Oh good lord!

“We’ve decided that you both should meet tonight for dinner, to get to know each other 😉 ”

How thoughtful.

“Appaa! I just came from the US, have you guys NOT heard of Jetlag?”

Appa grimaced, “Kutti, you came a week ago!”

Aargh, wrong timing and most importantly, wrong line of defense 😐
Called up a friend to crib about the [yeeech] blind date, only to get teased all the more. Something that my female relatives have been doing on an installment basis. But it turned out to be more of a grandmaster style conversation, where she did a rapid fire of questions, for which I had no answers, not to mention interest for.

“Oh wowie! Photo paarthia? Handsome aa irukaana?”

“What are you planning to wear?? Whatever you are wearing, leave your hair open!”

“Are you excited? I am!!”

“We knew your time would come soon!”

“You are not one bit excited, are you? 😐 ”

I sniggered on the other side of the phone. Pays to be resistant to nonsensical teasing. Of course it seems nonsensical since i am on the recieving end and that i have taken the same line of action many many times before.I looked sadly at the clock. It was 5 pm.

After a 2 hour struggle for power, that would put WWE to shame, I emerged the victor in ousting my brother from the computer. Phew! Logged in, finally after a week, to check mails. After replying to my official mails, I logged into my personal mail id.

My eyes were decieving me, Right?

It was a mail. A mail from Him!

“Hey, Listen. This mail may seem rather short for my usual standards. 🙂 And I also know that we’ve not been chatting very often. I had taken a sabbatical to decide some things for my life, to set somethings straight. But that doesnt mean I have not been reading your mails. I have read all of them, every single one. Your back in Chennai right?
I reached this place a week before. Could not inform ya bcoz mom was sick and i had to rush back to know she was ok. I am still here, and will be for another month or so. This is not one of those apology mails, bcoz I believe I deserve a sound thrashing, and I know for a fact that you think I do too. So .. er .. you know what? Give this thrashing to me in person. I will be waiting at Snowdown for you, from 7:30 pm onwards, armed with a
giant bar of Toblerone as my only weapon of defense. 😀 Will divulge details in person. Please do show up. Need to talk loads.”

Oh great!

Him and a meeting with a potential husband, could life get any worse! My eyes quickly went to the bottom right of the screen, where the clock screamed out “7:10”!

Egad!

The phone rang, at that very minute. Amma rushed to pick it up.
“Hello … Aamaam … sollungo … Oh is it, parava illai, the dinner will be at 9:00? Anyways that will give her more time to get ready! Hahaha , yes will inform her! .. Kutti?? Your ‘date’ has been pushed to 2 hrs from now, the groom has gone to meet a long lost friend, will pick you up from the house at 9pm, is that ok?”

I did not wait to respond.

I fumbled for my wallet and scooty keys and rushed to the door, hearing my mom’s voice fade away in the background and the ignition of my vehicle. I was fighting the wave of squeamishness, but the thrill had come up to my throat. I was not even able to think out loud!

My Mind had numbed out. It was not deducing the usual main and worst case scenarios it always did.

Crap!

Stuck in traffic, with adrenaline pumping in my veins.

My horror knew no bounds when i looked at myself from a car’s window glass. Lookin as unkempt as anyone possibly could, my pony tail was barely holding my tresses, and i was still in the faded tracks and Tee that i wore in the morning. It’s too late to back and change. There is too much at stake to lose here.

I finally reached the place at 7:50. It looked just the same as before, yet tonight it seemed to glow with a beautiful , pure and almost scary shimmer. I looked up at the all too familiar billboard and then my gaze led to the sky above. It was a full moon, and the stars lit up the black velvet sky. Not too bad for a city considered to be an astronomer’s nightmare. 5 minutes and plenty of deep breaths later, I walked in to Snowdown, the manager at the desk giving me a look of recognition and a welcoming smile.

“Uncle, the usual.”

“Looks like someone else has already ordered for you, ma’am.” He winked.

Aah.

I saw one solitary shadow of a person seated on the last row of the right extreme of the icecream parlor. It was dim lit and so I could not see his face, I saw 2 bowls of ice cream waiting at table too. My heart wanted to rush to the table yet my legs firmly refused to flich even an inch! A struggle of a walk ensued, which had me walking a few paces and then dutifully, I stopped and stared.

At the visible distance I saw him get up and walk towards me. Oh my god! I felt my eyes go wide open as the man with the Motley Crew T-shirt walked right up to me, holding the giant toblerone bar like a fighting staff. He towered over me, but looked down and grinned.

I could only stare.

“Had you come a little late, you’d have a bowl of milkshake waiting for you instead, you nutter! I honestly doubt if you will be able to eat this up after ice-cream. Oh that reminds me , where shall we head for dinner , Miss Mahadevan? Are you angry i pushed our dinner a bit?”

I found myself grinning ear to ear at Sambasivan Krishnamurthi.

“Not before I fry you first!”

Statutory Disclaimer: This story has nothing to do with me or anyone in my family,or for that matter, anyone I know. Any resemblance to any person is strictly co-incidental. This is just something that had popped up from some corner in my warped brain. And Amigos, no jibes about this one either! Majorly inspired by ‘You’ve got mail’ and of course, Harish’s stories!

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