Hold on! till I cross this bridge

Monday, October 31, 2011 , 0 Comments

Wrote to one of my friend's composition... 



Hold on!
Hold on! till I cross this bridge...
Hold on!
Hold on! till I reach for you....

come to me, 
lets reach out and play
Won't you say? 
what I want you to say?

Can't you stop?
wait for me to hold your hands and walk... 

closer...
when I stand next to you, my mind is fogged.

Hold on!
Hold on! till I cross this bridge...
Hold on!
Hold on! till I reach for you....

Will you turn?
Take me in your arms and kiss....
make me forget, 
the age old rules and risks
you breathed, 
leaving hot trails on me

there! your fingers played, 
every fibre in me screamed for release
I lay; 
I lay; close to you....
blazing; 
blazing; Thought I knew for sure 
I love; 
I love to get scorched this way
You won;
still there's time for another game
I love; 
I love to get scorched this way

Swear!!!

Swear to make love to me this way everyday...
Swear to make love to me this way everyday...
Swear to make love to me this way everyday...

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Funny, exasperating banking experience

Wednesday, October 26, 2011 , 4 Comments


I love money, but last Saturday I came to a conclusion that I hate banks.

A privately held bank... what the heck...! Its my blog and I am giving the name Karur Vysya Bank (KVB) which had my money and made me stand in the queue for 2 long hours to get my money.

Since I have few other accounts, which has the convenience of online banking, I go to this bank very rare.  My dad and mom who are ardent devotees of this bank, opened my first account in KVB and till today, they ensure that whatever savings of mine goes to this account.  Technically speaking, they know that I hate to go there and they help me in depositing money and that way they can have an eagle eye on the transactions made... :) no offense... If not for my parents, I would hardly save money and they know its safe with KVB, as I hardly go there.

It so happened, last Saturday, it was dire emergency situation and my parents were not home and I had to go and withdraw some cash.  Didn't have the ATM or cheque leaf as it was with my dad.  Went to the bank around 10.30 AM and being a Saturday, they work only till 11.30 which they stretch max to 12 Noon.  I took a loose cheque leaf, filled it and they gave me a token which read 32.  There were two queues in the bank and with the token, I went and sat on a chair and opened a book to read.

After 15 minutes, it suddenly dawned, that they were not reading out any token no.  When I went and checked with them, they looked at me strange and asked me to stand in the queue.  My wail "then why did you give me this token?" went unanswered.

After one hour only 4 people got their cash and we were left to wonder, why the queue was very slow.  Before me there were 17 people now and next to me, in the depositors section 14 people. "Wow! I wondered, how clever they are.

There was a commotion, the guy who was standing first was frustrated and started to shout.  The teller said, "If you want cash, you have to wait or you leave your phone number and we will call you when we get enough cash and if you don't hear from us today then check with us again on Monday".  The guy was furious but had no other choice than to wait.

The queue moved very slow, some people were made to wait and others were paid cash.  I couldn't understand why and I stopped a gentleman, who got the cash and was leaving.  I asked him, when others were made to wait, how he got the cash.  He said that the counter don't have the cash and they are collecting the cash from depositors and giving it to people who withdraws the money.  If the amount is more, then they make them wait.  I didn't know then if 20K is a small amount or great for this Bank.  Just hoped its a small amount for them.

It was then, I got curious about the depositors and started to watch their hands and their appearances, if they wear jewels, if they are rich or not... to my relief the guy who stood first had stacks of note which can definitely not be a lac (those people who were waiting, needed a lac or more) but close to 30,000 rupees and as I judged right, I was given my money finally.

I called my parents and told them that now I believe them, when they say my money is safe in KVB's hands.  

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Love lasts forever

Monday, October 24, 2011 , , 0 Comments



Thinking about you early this morn,
When Sun, dew rested on the leaves of dawn,
My heart happy as I murmured your name,
It came alive thwarting me, like a flame...

Here I am...! writing a song,
A song that will live, after I am long gone...
Tucked safe just for our eyes,
In the cocoon of our love and delight...

What is it, that I desire?
Your proximity my dear...
Love me hard; love me strong,
I will sing, my heart's song...

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Kulambiyagam - a blog that makes a difference...

Sunday, October 23, 2011 , 9 Comments

A long pending post...

Who is a blogger?

Someone who blogs about things that interests him.
Someone who writes in an engaging manner.
Someone who entertains.
Someone who doesn't misuse the space given to him and acts responsibly.

I found such a blogger in Vasu.  Vasu co-own a blog with his friend Gokul and their blog is always an object of surprise to me. Our thoughts and also known as  "Kulambiyagam" which I think means "coffee house".. Though I tried reading few random posts of his, I was not able to decipher why he chose this name for his blog.

Most of the posts are in Tamil, written in a lucid style and laced with humour.  A consistent blogger, who doesn't blog for the sake of blogging and contribute a message through every post of his.  A voracious reader, who is not biased and allows himself to learn about different cults, genres and different styles and do not forget to share what he read in his blog with back links and you can be assured that you will be getting something out of his blog, every time you visit his blog.

Its amazing to note such a busy person, who holds a key postion in an IT company updates his blog regularly. Not just one blog but he runs two.  His other blog is on software testing which too is shared with Gokul.  Few of Gokul's post, I had read in kulambiyagam, make me feel Gokul and Vasu can be passed for twins.  Haven't met him yet. Gokul, I would request you to be active too, that way we get to read a lot...

Posts I enjoyed in his blog:

MGR series
Telengana
2010 - a glimpse
Manmadhan ambu - review
Caste certificates - Marriages in temple
A memorable meeting
Poetry, Mathematics, Computers

They are in Tamil and I request Vasu to write few posts in English too.  That way it will reach a broader audience.  But, I really love the eloquence of his Tamil posts and I don't want to miss them and "உள்ளம் கேக்குமே மோர்"...

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Parenting

Saturday, October 22, 2011 , , , 5 Comments

I dedicate this post to my friends Manoj and Yamuna, Hari and Hema who recently became parents and enjoying their parenthood..



Congrats guys...!

Few words of wisdom/caution to you :D

Aren't they cherub while their eyes are closed and a smile or grimace adorning their lips at hospital cradles?  They are.. That's where these little angels sleeping 20 hours, make their plans for the next few months.  I failed to miss that thoughtful look in my son's face when he was in the hospital bed soon after he was born.  I thought he was just a baby. But underestimated what "just a baby" is capable of doing, once he reaches his haven.

A little addition to your family, your child has the power to make you too damn happy one minute and go out and ram your head on the wall the next.  For those who keep quizzing if they are doing it right and for the baby sitters who doesn't get paid for baby sitting.


How to avoid ramming your heads:

  1. When they sniffle and twists their bodies, attend to them immediately, either they are hungry or they wet their pants.  If you do not attend to them immediately, you are in a soup.
  2. When they cry don't assume they are hungry, it can be hunger or tummy ache or they are cutting the teeth or simple they need a pat on their back and in need of a fart or a burp.  Farting and burping are not as simple to them as it is for us.  The unwritten Bible for mothers from time immemorial through out the world, insists on making their baby burp after their feed and it's not that simple.  At times, I have lied to my mother that Ani burped and put him on the cradle after a 15 mts haul.
  3. They are babies, they don't understand your language nevertheless don't try to insult or irritate them by changing your voice and think you are speaking in their language by coochie cooing them.  Just because you change your tone and talk in rhyme, it doesn't mean you talk their language and Yes! they laugh hard, not because they find it endearing but they find you funny.
  4. I remember buying a teether and rattle for Ani.  I bought it because I liked it, and thought mickey mouse and donald duck are kid's favourites. When I brought it home, he let out a screech and threw it on the floor.  I looked at him with a stupid expression and tried to thrust it again the next day and he did the same.  He didn't like it period and he showed his anger by searching for that toy and pee or do potty on it.  Still couldn't understand his hatred for those toys.  Better take the baby to the shop and buy whatever he reaches for.  Mostly they like spoons, plates and their jarring noises... *rolling my eyes*
  5. Don't take it to heart or take it personal when you carry them on your shoulders and miss a step while you walk.  I bet they love that missed step and they laugh and laugh, till they hiccup.
  6. Your heart goes to them, when they smile ain't it? You feel pained and miserable and know not what to do, when they cry, right?  Remember they have mood swings too and till they start crawling or walking and they are dependent on you and you should keep them engaged. 
  7. Don't try to make them go to sleep, when you feel like sleeping.  Better you catch up the sleep when they are sleeping.  Take turns in watching the baby.  Make sure there is a "night watchman" on purview.
  8. Now you have lived with your baby for 6 months and gained some wisdom. Remove the breakables and expensive things to higher platform and leave the lower quarters bare.  Avoid glass or crystals at homes, pack them and put them in your loft for better days.
  9. Yes! they love to visit your uncle, but don't trust their innocent smiles the way I did and let them wander free.  You might get involved in a conversation, forgetting its not your home and there could be glass wares in that house.  One moment Ani was there and the next gone... My mom smelt Phenyle and we stared at each other for a second and we rushed inside along with my aunt and uncle where they had the floor cleaner.  We saw Ani inside the kitchen patting the floor full of glass and phenyle liquid and he looked at us and said out "dhu dhu" meaning milk. The Phenyle was kept behind the LPG cylinder in the kitchen and probably he thought it was milk and dragged it.   Thank God! he was not hurt by glass pieces and to my horror my uncle pointed out an acid bottle behind the cylinder.  I was shocked, cursed myself and grateful to god, took him to the temple immediately and did special prayers.
  10. They are mischievous brats, who bear with all your miserable lullabies; keep wake and when you go to sleep your energy drained, they start to have fun.  They think you are a mountain and climb on you and climb down.  Only that they forget they are on top of a cot and are dumb idiots and I heard Ani fall down and there was a huge greyish, greenish lump on his forehead and it was 12.45 in the night.  And Suresh and my brother Srini stood scowling at me.  "Are you a mother?" they seemed to say.  Little they know, how I had to keep my eyes clipped to watch him the whole morning, afternoon and evening.
  11. Think again if you dream that kids watch cartoons.  They don't till they start schools.  They love commercials and few film songs and you are in trouble once their favourite commercial ends.  They want them played back. They howl till the commercial is played again or probably an ant crawling in vicinity. Ants are good snacks for kids, you need not bother with boiled vegetables, they hate them.  You will find them squashed in unexpected places.  It can be shoes or below sofa cushions. 
  12. When they use walker and spot a pillar before them, they head straight to those pillars and want them to move.  If they don't it's not their problem, they turn to look at you HOWL.
  13. When they are silent, it means trouble in CAPS.  I am not going to tell you what they are up to, mostly 100 percent disgusting things.
  14. Don't pick the dropped items and hand it back to them.  You can be 100 percent sure, it will land on the ground and he/she would expect you to pick up and hand it back to you.  They are not bored, when it involves your physical labour.  It's their private joke on you.

Few handy tips:
  1. Buy a buckled swing and hang it on the living room facing TV.  Now you can do your chores quickly.  You got exactly 8 minutes.  
  2. Give news papers and it will keep them engaged for another 4 minutes
  3. Play with them, gently nudging their head with yours and you will have to do it for the next 10 minutes again and again and again until they are bored.
  4. Clown around them and pull a face and it will keep them entertained for another 20 minutes.
  5. A stroll, on their pram but with out a toy, can be their favourite pass time.  If you take a toy, then make sure you have a companion, to pick the toy from the road.
  6. If you want them to eat, don't put it on strawberry designed plates.  Put it on the floor and you can be sure they will eat with out a fuss.
If everything fails, have a duct tape handy:


For visitors who visit the baby and new parents:
  1. Johnson's baby kit is what we are reminded when we think of a kid.  But, unfortunately everyone think of them as perfect gifts.  Not to exaggerate, I still had a kit, when Ani was 8 years old.
  2. Laces and frills looks good but before you buy probably you think how you would feel wearing them.
  3. Go for toxic free light rubber toys and not heavy teethers and rattlers,  until and unless you have a particular enemity towards the new parents.
  4. You can buy baby utilities, can be little furnitures, a chest to arrange baby's dressers, a pram or stroller, or foot wear (3 to 4 set of booties), a nail clipper, digital thermometer, set of napkin pins.  A collection of small needs, which the parents may not find time to go and shop.   
  5. Please avoid huge teddy bears, you might find them cuddly, but for infants they look like real bear and would frighten them. And, NO NO for a remote car.  Suresh and I took turns playing with the car and actually forgot Ani for few hours.  We don't need diversions, if you can't help us, that's OK but please don't divert us from our duties.
But friends, I want to add I am not trying to frighten you.  I am stating facts.. Period!

Have fun Parenting! It's worth all the difficulties to see that one angelic smile in your child's face. Have a camera and a camcorder handy, don't miss to picture the funny faces they make, their first crawl, their first step and the loads of cheery, memorable moments.

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Spicy sweet love story

Sunday, October 16, 2011 , , , 5 Comments

Scene - 1

The baby looked golden in the morning sunlight... Mom and Dad were loving the sight of their baby and amazed at the way he was created... pretty neat he looked, nestled in green cloak, he looked good enough to eat and they were proud.

Scene - 2

Just few miles away, there was another cry and a baby girl was born and she looked sweet and cherubic.  She was looking pretty with her peach and cream complexion.

Scene - 3

He saw her and she saw him. But, that wasn't enough for him, he hated all those relations surrounding them.  He had to wait for others to move, to get a glimpse of her.  But, the first moment he set his eyes on her, he was sure he was made for her.

Scene - 4

She just got a glimpse of him looking at her and she cursed for not being tall.  It was love at first sight.

Scene - 5

He decided she was for him and rehearsed on how to confess his love to her... determined to win her affection, quizzed what women love the most and it came to him, "jewellery"...! So, he bought the most beautiful silver necklace for her.

Scene - 6

She was delighted at his gift for her and confessed her love for him too... he looked at her flushed face and thought he is the most luckiest guy on earth.

Scene - 7

They broke the news to their parents, friends and relatives... They wanted to have an elaborate wedding and selected their wedding suits and rings.

Scene - 8

It was their wedding day and as every bride looks, she looked radiant and blissfully happy.  He looked handsome and dashing and waiting with a smile...

Scene - 9

I, take you to be my friend, my lover and my partner.  I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health, in times of joy and intimes of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph.  I promise to cherish and respect you, to care and protect you, to comfort and encourage you, and stay with you, for all eternity.

Then the wedding feast, cake and dance... Oh! how they danced...!

Scene - 10

Their first night and full of fire works.

Scene - 10

Honey moon the most wonderful period of anyone's life... They chose the place, the bay and she wanted to sun bathe, sadly she forgot her sun screen... He mocked at her, calling her skinned chicken...

Scene - 11

More nights, more fireworks, started with chemistry and ended in Biology... She became pregnant...

Scene - 12

Baby's arrival

Scene - 13

Years passed by and they grew old.  He came in after a tiring day and under the sun, with out the sun screen and she mocked at him, calling him a 'skinned chicken" and he shouted, "SHUT UP"... After all the love and fights, they lived happily ever after.

Epilogue:

Till the day they died, they fought like crazy and made up their fights like crazy and Oh! before I forget, they asked me to share their photos with you... The most happy and blessed family, I've ever seen...  Their hops, their pops, their sweet spicy love story and photos dedicated to you... Do leave your wishes, in the comment section.

Him:


Her:


The necklace:

Our wedding:


Wedding vows:


Wedding night:












Honey moon:


Our Babies:


Our fights... Tit for tat... I was waiting for  this opportunity

Fair tale end: We lived happily ever after
Common! I did tell that the story can get little Corny.... Don't blame me, after the fair warnings I gave you.  If you read this, its at your own risk and Hey! hey! easy...! easy...!!

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A love story - Teaser

Sunday, October 16, 2011 , 2 Comments

After a terrible writer's block, I am planning to resume my writing. Please make sure not to keep sharp objects like knife next to you.  I warn you ahead, I am not responsible for any of your acts.

With this word of caution, I am planning to write a love story of two young hearts.... Just remember, that I am out of a tough writer block situation and be sympathetic and empathetic and leave generous comments...

Please forgive me, if you don't like my love story, as I am bit under the weather at this moment. But, the story can get a bit corny, and I strongly feel that's how it should be...


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25 years later.....at Chepauk

Wednesday, October 12, 2011 , , 2 Comments


A phone call:  "Viji, would you be interested in watching a Cricket match today?"

My response:  "Yes, please".

Date: 4th October

Team: CSK (chennai super kings) and New South Wales.

Location: Chepauk Stadium

Plans were made impeccably and little did me or my friend expected that atleast 50 or odd spectators would turn our side to watch us instead of cricket match.  Cursing the traffic that delayed my reaching the stadium, entered the stadium with my bag and eager flitting eyes... The security guard stopped me, probably feared the over excited appearance and my huge bag.  Guess he suspected that I could be a human bomb and called two lady police and they searched me thoroughly in short of asking me to strip.  Finally he let me in.

This friend of mine, with his lithe frame started to climb the stairs three steps at a time, too excited about watching the match and also about his new plantronics voyager, was engrossed in talking to our friend Harish who waiting for us inside the stadium. Had to rush to catch up with him and when I finally did, he turned at me and gave me a devlish grin...

 "Where?", I asked and he showed me the fifth row from the end.  For a second my heart stopped and resumed to beat but faster.  I yelled, "NO! I am not climbing any further." By then people started to look at me weirdly and I had no other choice but climb and 'climb' I did.


The world was holding right as long as I was showing my back to the ground and concentrating one step after another.  When I turned to sit, I realised that I was standing atleast 5 to 6 floors high and right below my feet was the pitch with tiny liliputian players, I had to swallow the bile in my throat and sat clumsily at the first seat I found.

I have this unbelievable and unexplained phobia for heights, vertigo or any fancy name you give for that, the fear is a fear. More than the fear for heights, my fear was that I might fall down squashing those innocent folks sitting in the rows below me.

Half turned to my back, held the chair behind me tight and refused to watch the match, instead watched the back rows. God only knows what those people who were seated behind me, would have thought...

Dog, Pig and other unparliamentary words flowed out of me easily, whenever I looked at my friends and they were amused.  Manoj patient, controlling his laughter asked me to concentrate on looking down three rows at a time and I did just that and to my utter disbelief small boys jumped and climbed from one row to another and I felt ashamed of myself.

Guys signed for the popcorn and bought popcorn cones and stretched one to me, my one hand busy holding the back of the chair, while other the front of my seat and asked, "How the hell do you think, I can hold the popcorn and eat, when both my hands are engaged?"... Manoj with that grating smile said, "Common Viji! you have to face this fear of yours, this is the best way of doing it".  I shook my head, he shrugged and ate my share of popcorn too, my stomach growled loud.

Heard whistles and howls whenever, "chennai super kings ku periya whistle adinga" was played... It was NSW who batted first and by the sound of it, it was all 4s and 6s...Slowly, I turned and noticed the huge camera swinging above the pitch this way and that way, it was like a ride in a theme park and was wondering what if that thin wire that held the Camera breaks, the 5 feet camera might squash someone on the ground.

Gritting my teeth and clamping my lips tight, finally looked at the ground, and turned to Manoj and asked the most dumb and stupidest question. I can only beat my own records in asking such dumb questions, "Where is Dhoni?"... "wicket keeper" he said and I swallowed my next question, "which side?" hurriedly, remembering there can only be one wicket keeper representing one team.  I am not ignorant and used to be a great follower of Cricket, but fear made me forget everything.  

I started to notice people around me, and those cheer girls... lovely English/American/Australian (don't know their race or region, they were all blondes) chicks who danced to our "ringa ringa" and naaka mukka song... My eyes were searching for one person, it was for him that I went to cricket that day, it was 25 years since I saw him. Slowly, I turned to Manoj and asked him, if Ravi Shastri would be there.  For those who read my blog regularly would have known about my love for Ravi Shastri. He told me that Shaaz should be in the commentator area, the disgusting tone of Manoj, stopped me from asking more... Men are jealous lots was my thought and scanned the commentator area, which was too far and couldn't make out anything.  Sad, I couldn't spot him.

It was 11 PM and CSK was on the verge of losing, we started to leave.. grateful that I was leaving, fearful if I would fall, even more fearful that away from public eyes, Manoj might push me under a running bus and upset at not meeting my crush of school/college days, half heartedly took the exit door and headed home.

I loved the stadium that existed 25 years back... It was not this high and I remember watching the net cricket from the first row... SIGH..! Still my heart missed Shaaz :(


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