My close pal........

My close pal,my dearest pal and a person to whom i speak nonchalantly ,to whom i share even the crappiest thing ,infact who hears all my nonsense is none other than my dear amma....

Amma the protector:

Mischievous attitude and naughtiness are quite casual for kiddos ,i am not an exceptional....Whenever i did naughty acts she protected me from others and defended to save me...I understood her love towards me…

Amma the guru:

She is my first and foremost guru...When my school teacher siad "Your child is bit sluggish to learn the lessons",my mother took the herculean task of teaching me...Amma still i ROFTL at one thing,the days you used to weep,when i failed to recognize the difference between many of the tamilzh alphabets....

Amma the commentator:

I bet no one can be so open to me other than my amma....If she finds something good at me,she openly appreciates me...Whenever she finds something is worse from my side,she throws directly at my face....I love the openess which my amma holds

Amma the motivator:

Whenever i feel sick,she use to tell me to get out from the bed and continue my normal activites...Many times i have sulked at my mother for asking me to do my activities when i was ill...But later she taught me that the greatest medicine for illness is get out of it and continue the normal work",,Also i bet no one can compete with her when it comes to affection...She use to call me 100 times and enquire my health whenever i am entangled with illness...amma and appa are the two people to whom i share my happiness and gloomy moments...

Amma the best of everything:

Amma is the best in whatever task she does....She is the best according to me..Be it cuisine,home management or whatever it may be she always stands unique....She is the one who gives me the correct independency level to cherish my dreams...She is the one who believes that i can achieve things even when things are really worse...

Words fail to come when i try to write her qualities,she is the close pal ever in my life to whom i can share everything and anything....

Slumdog Millionaire-My review

A film that bagged 4 awards.A hollywood film totally based out of india especially mumbai.All the cast who acted are Indians.A film not only made an indian to win the scholarly GOLDENGLOBE award but also made the entire nation proud...Should i have to give any other clues about this film....I am talking about the film "Slumdog Millionaire" which is based out of the book "Q and A" by Vikas Swaroop...



This film directed by Danny Boyle and co-directed by Loveleen Tandon is one of the film which we hear/read in the form of reviews in newspapers,magazines etc....To add one more feather to its beauty our own prodigy ARR is the music director,who bagged the Golden globe award for his fantabulous music.

The main leads of this movie are Jamal(Dev patel),Saleem(Mathur Mittal) and Lathika(Freida Pinto)...Jamal participates in the show"Who wants to be a millionaire"Jamal a slumdog who answers all the questions and reaches the last question to bag 20 million rupees..Anil kapoor is the host and he is completely astonished to see a slumdog answering the questions...

Jamal is arrested by the police Irfan Khan fearing that he had cheated to win the contest...The flashback starts from here..Jamal explains how each question have relevance with his life..Also he misses his brother Saleem and his lovely sweetheart Lathika..Did he meet his brother and Lathika.Did he win the contest,to find the answers for all these questions you have to watch the movie....

The communal attack,the life of people @slums are beautifully protrayed in the movie And finally the song "JAI HO" is a fantastic number i would say..I hear this song umpteen times but never feel bored ,I guess that is the magic of ARR.


I saw this movie and i liked it..I have seen these kind of movies,i mean about INDIA and about its people in many movies but this movie has its own unique feature..I will not say this is the best movie of ARR because i think some of his other movies attracted me a lot,but definitely a good movie to watch..Lets hope Rahman will bag the prestigious Oscar for his masterpiece .On the whole a nice watch...Give a try and watch the movie...

I am an exclusion

My amma gets up at 5am in the morning,Rushes to the river to take a holy dip,when I enquire her she says “Yidu Maaga masam ma,It is sacred to take bath in river”….Visit the temple and offer her prayers…By 7.30 am she prepares all the dishes for breakfast and lunch…She also helps my appa and my brother ,so that they reach the office/school in time….Then cleans the entire edifice I mean my home,she starts reciting slogas(Starting from Adhithya hrudhayam till Sahasranamam Trisathi-Slogas)….She never sleeps at noon,she says it is not good to sleep at noon again in the evening she starts her culinary work and goes to bed by 11pm..Hardly she sleeps for 5 hours but she never allows the word lazy in her dictionary..My amma updates me the information from Sathyam fiasco to Yuvi’s century in India-Srilanka series….Also she always keeps the house clean(Sigh!!!!!amma u r a perfectionist)….


Appa gets up by 4am accompany’s amma to river also visits temple….I have never seen my appa with bare forehead I mean at all the times he applies the sacred VIBHUTHI on this forehead….My appa loves gardening and next to me and my brother he grows the plant like his son/daughter…The smile which my appa pose when he see a sprout from the plant is no par to anything else in this world….He waters the plant daily…If any of you need to know about the tips pertaining to gardening,you can approach my father….He is a person with oodle of positive attitude…I have never seen my father uttering a single negative word…….He always keeps himself busy with his work….He helps the neighbours and a very good friend of mine…..I roam with my dad starting from markets to temples,I speak to him all the crappy things to the politics…..He is a person whom I respect a lot,,,,


My granny even at the age 80 never misses her sloga class daily…She not only attends it but practices the slogas regularly….She and my amma together chant slogas for hours….My granny also collects the slogas from different sources and maintains a separate notebook……


But me…I am exclusion….I am not a perfectionist like my amma,I never keep my place tidy,when I recite sloga I yarn, laziness is my friend…..I never read newspapers…sigh!!!!
I am not a optimist like my appa,I mutter negative words,I never water my plants but eat the veggies…..I never keep my Bindhi and after several request from appa I keep the bindhi….But I roam with my appa,I figth with him,I pester him to get me books,Appa don’t forget about the Q and A,which you have promised to get me….My granny learns hard but I relinquish learning,I never collect anything pertaining to studies…..I am the most sluggish creature on earth……Sigh!!!!But my parents never scold me instead they teach me to impart those lovely qualities,But god alone knows when I am going to be a so called good gal….


PS:I glad ,I really glad,after a very long time I did watch the India,srilanka series and what a match in the history of cricketing,simply awesome…
Yet another medal from Australian open……Hmm I am a sports freak……
Thatz it from my garrulous mouth…stay tuned to hear more…..

Mission Cleaning--Part1

When you have two intelligent hard working and very importantly workaholic persons sharing a same room in a hostel,will it be possible to clean their room daily,obviously no….
I guess I can stop my overacting,I am definitely not a workaholic or a techie but my roomy is definitely a workaholic and one very important thing about her(ofcourse good thing only, She never dumps anything in our room…she always keeps her shelf neat…..


Ummmm when you have a roomy who always have the habit of keeping her shelf tidy,with no other go I am forced be like that(I mean to keep everything clean)…..But naah I don’t follow that I dump everything on my shelf(Now now my amma is not here to bellow and appa is no here to keep my things back in place( miss u too) or I don’t have my brother here to whom I shout at when I misplace something)…
So now you should have understood how clean I keep my shelf….


Today I felt of cleaning my shelf just because my conscience was pricking….Obeyed my mind and opened my shelf….I have heard about amudhasurabhi but for the first time I witnessed in my shelf….Things started to come out one by one endlessly….I was puffed and panted and was gasping for breath(because of the dust,once in a blue moon I clean you see, so yidellam sahajam dhane)…..


First I found umpteen hair clips(I have the habit of collecting good poems,nice articles,the crossword puzzles of hindu and million other things,I was astonished,did I have the habit of collecting hair clips????naah) then came the next section handbag…..whoaaaa my cousin came from Bombay and she bought me a handbag,I said ahaaaaaaa,My aunt came from US and bought me a handbag,I said uoooooooooo, my mother went to purchase and she got me a handbag now my reaction is ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………………I have nearly ummm 10 bags ,I use only one (I have the habit of using only one thing which I like,rest I ignore)…Now all the other 9 rest on my shelf….I openly declare plz my lovely relatives if u want to get something for me plz don’t get hand bags,instead get me a platinum chain ummm if it is not possible get a diamond ring arrey if that is also not possible get me a gold biscuit yar…(Now I know you are appreciating me for a humble and a very normal gift)….



I almost lost my strength,stamina or whatever….Then came the book section novels(I will never ever throw and curse those lovely books,then quantitative aptitude by agarwal again quantitative aptitude this time with different author….Oracle,Java and cobol book…Why on earth I have all those books that are not relevant /no way being used my me……
I am gonna give all those collections(ya techie books to my friends)

I was almost tired so I decide to continue my Mission cleaning part 2 sometimes next week…



Moral:

1.Please don’t dump anything on the shelf..
2.This is applicable only for me(Don’t study,don’t take printouts,don’t have techie books(Gowri(my another name) is the most suitable person to follow the moral)….

long hair

Looks and appearances are deceptive….I totally agree with it…..
But being a gal fortunately/unfortunately having a long hair is/was the most deserving quality(Is it??!!!)…..
Me and long hair never coincide with each other….


Long long ago I had a lengthy hair(courtesy:My amma told me umpteen times)…..When I came to my 10th std I did cut 3/4 th of my hair and
I had a reasonable length of hair…..(Now you have to imagine how hard I studied for 10th)….


From there till now it didn’t stop , I mean whoever has to try a new hair style or whoever has to practice their trimming (hair trimming) skills
They just call Gowri and I rush to their spot….Being so chweet(why doubt, itz me)…I offer my hair to them..Amma,cousins,aunty,Pakathuvu vitu aunty,yedutha vitu aunty everyone tried their hand…
At this time you have to appreciate my patience…After so many trimming incidents I felt itz always better to have a hair that falls exactly on my shoulders,so that I can always reach the office exactly on time(we are workaholic u know??!!!).If u have along hair,you have to comb(cha what a brain I have) it,clear the entangled hair, apply oil,wash thrice or four times a week…lotta works and me being extremely lazy (the most sluggish creature and procrastination is my friend)felt a short hair will suffice my need….


Till recently I had a good length of hair….I always stare at gals who have long hairs,i am really astonished by the way they take care to maintain their hair…For quite somedays I was
Staring at a gal and to reciprocate it she stared at me…Fortunately she became my friend because of all the staring concepts….She told itz really hard to maintain such a lengthy hair…I felt so delighted and felt like jumping from my seat ,flying in the air to have a cute(really???!!) and shorty hair….(ahem ahem)



Last week I asked my amma to trim my hair….My amma practices all the varieties I mean the hairdo with my hair…She said that side was not even cut and this side was not even cut…
Finally now I am with a very very short hair,should I call it as a Pony tail???Horse pony will kill me…Now my hair is very much above my shoulders….It takes jus 2 minus naah a minute to comb my hair…But my father bellowed at me “Kalyanam ara ponnu yipdi pannalama” as if I committed a murder…..whatz wrong in having a short hair…It was hard for me to console my appa….


May be after somedays my so called relatives may try some new styles and may be I will get a Tom boyish hair style who knows…
No no no now I am not ready to offer my head…My appa will kill me…I have a little pony and atleast I have to protect it…Sigh!!!!
I guess I can have a lengthy hair only on my dream……But being a lazy,sluggish sloathe I feel this short hair will be the best for me(Yidi sollidan manasa thethikanum)…….

My weird habits

I am becoming insane...That is not new to me i mean sometimes i am sane and many times i am insane...But nowadays i possess lotta insane qualities
that portrays me as a complete insane person..Phew...Below are some of my weird habits that make others to laught at me...

1.It happens most of the time.I put my mobile on charge...After sometime i forget about my mobile and find it is missing....Then i shout at my brother to help me in searching my mobile...Will make my house topsy turvy....Then my mother comes to the rescue operation and points the mobile....My mother very well know that i always place the mobile on charge and she correctly spots it...My brother always give me a look meaning "You insane dumbo creature ,you are not able to remember the place where you kept the mobile,how come you are handling your work"....Damages are common na chalo....

2.If i carry multiple things in my hand i am sure i would definitely miss something...Mostly i carry my handbag,hand kerchief and some rupees to get something...Most of the time i miss my kerchief poor me,I have missed a zillion…..sometimes i miss my money too and if kind hearted people see this they call me and give it else i loose it sheesh....How absent minded i am...

3.I hate boring and lengthy lectures i always prefer a crispy one...But i am damn good at giving a gesture that means "I am a good listener" and i also have this weird habit of shaking my heads to mean i got your point boss...Sometimes back me and my friend attened a lecture...Suddently i turned towards my friend to see her dozed eyes,immediately i pinched her slightly..(yeah yeah fearing that she may bellow if I pinch heavily and we would have become the centre of attraction and thinking about the aftermath ,i did pinch her slightly)..After that she pretended to listen...I as usual started to shake my head,actually i started to dream...Yeah i have this weird habit of entering into dream when someone gives lectures..After the session my friend asked me to explain the crunch of it..I said i was on dream and i didnt listen...She said you seemed to be attentive by shaking your heads....I burst into laughing....People beware next time if u see someone Who shake their head,dont feel they may be a good listener...Some may fall under my category too


I dont know how i will come out from my weird habits....

A comparative analysis

After reading the title plz dont assume that i am going to compare the economic crisis in US and India,Who is the best Roger or Rafa,Whish story
captivated us "The pursuit of happiness" or "Last lecture".I dont have the hi-fi brain to analyze and submit a report on the above topics,but if you ask me
to compare hostel and home i can do it very well...
I had never been in hostel till my college...After joining into work with no other option i opted to stay in hostel...I always make a
comparative analysis between my home and hostel...So Here i would like to exclusively present my so called analysis report...
A typical day at home always begins with devotional songs...Thanks to Patti,appa and amma who not only indulge themselves with the spirituality
but also make others to get out of their bed,yeah how can you sleep when the volume of the TV dominates the entire house,but it never bothers my sleep,its a
lullaby...A voice from somewhere "Hey getup,itz 6.30am"...6.30AM???!!!!!my god it's actually very early to get up na ...After lotta arguments with my
dad(that someone's voice was my dad's) i will get additional 5 minutes(Yeah precious 5 minutes)...Oops with no other option i will get out from my bed...If you ask me "what accordng to you is bliss or solace" definitely i would say my mother's filter coffee,chance se yilla...Filter coffee and Hindu paper is no par to anything in this world,and i definitely enjoy this...While at home i never miss anything
tiffin,brunch,lunch,dinner,snack...The only thing which i do perfectly is i keep on munch something...Hot and spicy Idli,sambar my god i am drooling over it
would be served,on the other hand in hostel after zillion times of pressing the snooze button without any other option i get out from my bed and the first
thing that splashes my mind when i get out is "Run and rush,see whether the bathroom is free to take a bath".....Coffee actually its not coffee it is mixture
of 80% water,10%milk and 10% decoction,i never dare to drink it...I skip my breakfast because i dont have the guts to eat the elastic,stone like hardened
idli....When at home if i skip the breakfast my mother will plead me to eat ..phew i miss it.
I really miss my home,my parents my house,my naughty things,on the other hand hostel has taught me a lot.It taught me how to adjust
with others...Those gala hours with friends always stay green in my mind...Finally Hostel life brings some sort of pleasure and home bring another sort of
pleasure...