the bloody piece of paper !

no , i 'm not talking about exam paper or question paper !
no . not even stamp paper !

Ambani once rightly said * is not everything , but earn enough * before you say all that shit,
its the piece of paper we all run behind ,
its the piece of paper we all value,
its the piece of paper you and i crave for ,
its the piece of paper which makes the difference between bill gates and i ,
its the piece of paper that we wouldn't use to make a silly boat even if it rains in Thar desert and we were there ,
its the piece of paper we count and count on ,
its the piece of paper that has caused a huge economical difference in this country that has gradually trickled down to determining the social status , standard of living and even the choice of cable connection we have .
its THE piece of paper .

its green in some place ,
its pink in some place ,
its blue in some place ,
its white in some place ,
its value differs ,
but its THE piece of paper .

you might not be able to draw anything on this piece of paper ,
but you sure can draw people towards you ,
cuz i told you ,
its THE piece of paper .

you might not be able to fly a kite with this kinda paper ,
but you sure can fly high if you have this paper ,
(is that why A.R.R named one of his composition as paper planes ? i wonder .)
cuz i told you ,
its THE piece of paper .

you might not have the heart to wrap a kilo of sundal* in this paper ,
but you maybe can wrap the sundalkaaran* if you have this paper ,
cuz i told you ,
its THE piece of paper .

you might not wanna recycle this piece of paper ,
cuz the oldest of its kind is considered to be the luckiest piece of paper.

its the piece of paper that runs farther the more you run towards it ,
its the piece of paper that makes people lose their basic ethics*,
its the piece of paper that has bred corruption,
its the piece of paper that makes people like A. rajah ,
its the piece of paper that you and i dread to shed for the everyday-increase-in-petrol-price,
its the piece of paper that doesn't give the luxury of sleeping in your mothers lap and taking a power nap ,
its the piece of paper that creates an unjustifiable difference in the society ,
its THE piece of paper that sometimes costs the lives of many .



PS : i am desperately in need of sponsors for one of my departmental cultural , hence the post . and oh ! the cultural is called *ethics :D ! if you care to sponsor , post a comment regarding the same . you can post a comment even otherwise . see ! i am nice !

sundal :Legumes. please visit any iyer/iyengar house during golu/navrathri, you might get to taste a lot of its kind . sundalkaran : the man who sells sundal .

vague

i haven't written in a very long while now , for a simple fact that so many things have been happening around me , more posts to follow on that part .
what made me write this post now ?
because when it rains , and when you have tata sky connection at your place and when it says your digicomp doesn't receive signal because of the rain and you cannot watch master-chef Australia , you automatically choose the other option of wasting time ( like how my amma calls it), computer . even when sitting on computer the first thing we all do is to log into facebook , ( accept that you do it too!we all do . I DO .) and when everything on facebook gets depressing like hey-look-at-me-i-am-so-cool-i have-a -dslr-so- i- summa-keep-taking -pictures-or-sad-lovefailure-status messages,or status messages with too many !!!!!!!!!'s or :):P:|:(:('s on them that is when i get into blogging .honest . i follow around 20 other blogs , so reading what the others have written become more interesting sometimes, sometimes ? no, always .
so its a combination factor and a accumulation of distractions that doesn't/hasn't let me write all these days, but from today , i have decided to write something , some random thing, at-least one post per month about whats happening in my life whether you ask for it or not .



okay , so what do i write about in this post ?
all right , remember i wrote a post on the new years eve ?
according to what i wrote and mentioned in that post and comparing the standards of where i am and what i am doing right now , well , i would say i am not even half way through my goals when half of the year has gone by already .
this year for me , is going to be a lot of pressure for en number of reasons like :
1) being in the final year and not being able to answer my parents question of "kannamoodi kanna thorandha april vandhudum , adhukapram enna panna pora ne ? "
translation : within a blink of the eye April will come by , WTH are your future plans ?
2) being a member of the students council (yay ?), managing various activities and carrying out everything successfully (!) PRESSURE I TELL YOU .
3) not being able to understand anything in costing or income tax and the pressure of not having any arrears and finishing my UG and the like.
4) being the first commerce student in the family , the pressure of doing something and scaling some heights.(!)again .
5)the pressure of finishing my diploma by the time i finish college.
bottom line , decide what am i going to do with my future !


when you finish schooling and come out, you concretely know that you have to do some UG in some college / university , but college life doesn't work that way .you make your future after college . THAT choosing the right decision just cannot happen in the inkypinkyponky way , no matter how badass you are . i am 19 now , turning 20 this october* and i am simply not able to digest the fact that i have been in this world for 20 years now and still am confused about what am i going to do in the future .not being able to decide what i exactly want .
my problem is i get content with what i have .(* inner voice - "change it mahalakshmi , change it" *)
best part , people are talking about getting me married already ( the oldies in the house are a problem sometimes)


so atleast by the time i write my next post , i should have scrutinized the areas of my interests and narrowed down my future plans .(!)again.
wait for the next post .






*yes , my birthday is on october , exactly on the day of diwali this year (YAY) , so dual wish me :D also my end semesters start the very next day . i choose to watch the regular awesome sun tv festival special programs and movies . so semester = god is great story .
and i am not able to digest the fact that ladygaga is being featured on india's more desirable - irrelevant , i know , couldn't control writing that. okay . go now .

கடவுளே

sometimes life gets dull.
it gets boring .
you wont have anything to be proud of while others will be happily marching towards their "goals" , or it might seem so to you .

this feeling of complete boredom and lack of interest in everything ?
well , i am going through it right now .

the reason why i am probably writing this post is because i am extremely pissed with ONE question which is asked by every possible person i know .

"what are your future plans ?"

firstly , how is anything that i am going to do in my life going to affect the person who asked me that question?
why cant he / she just shut his/her mouth and walk off?
they see me and give a sly smile and yes , THAT question follows without a pause .

secondly ,
my replies and motives and my so called " future plans " keep differing every single time .

thirdly ,
i HATE answering that question , for a simple reason that , i do not know what i am going to do in my future , that justifies my second point .

i am this person who takes life as it comes , and travel with the flow of it .
when i try to be honest and tell this as the answer ,
you should seriously see the reactions that i get to face .

one big lecture will follow , with all the " i had to walk without slippers to my school and college . you have everything , you should focus , hare rama , hare krishna .
gqdgrfirjg hrjwijdj"

I JUST FACED one of those 5 mins back , from no one else but my father .
what did i do ?
tried to make a mango banana smoothie ,at 11:45 pm , cut all the fruits and poured half a bottle honey + vannila scoops and turned on the mixer , without closing the lid .
i mean , that was NOT intentional , my mother was surfing channels in the living room and a favorite song of mine came on tv and i got so engrossed in it that i did not realize what i was doing .

and then comes my father ...in to the kitchen , immediate response to my " ohh f****" as loud as it could get , and gives me this death glare and of course , the lecture .



but
why would he ask me my future plans at 11:45 pm , in the kitchen , when i am standing like a buffoon with a quarter glass of smoothie all over my face and hair , all sticky and dripping , and the rest spilled all over the kitchen ?

why would he ask me " why the hell are you making a drink for yourself now ?
WTH ?
CANT I HAVE A DRINK WHEN I WANT ?
its my holidays . i mean i have the license to do cranky stuff non stop .
sleep whenever i want .
eat when ever i want .
do whatever i want .


i told him tat .


"kjshurgjsadhcd ifh ivdjlifh" followed .
i cleaned the kitchen .
all over .
lost my smoothie .
sat on the comp .
typed a useless post .

irony

I have always wanted to look fair .
So any fairness product commercial gets my attention instantly .
Recently I purchaced the product X , it “ promised " definite fairness overnight !
We are human .
We are greedy .
Well , I tried that .
Next day morning , the first thing I did when I woke up from my bed was to rush and look at myself in the mirror .
I could not find any difference .
250 rupees GONE WITH THE WIND !

I sat down and gave a thought about what I was actually doing .
Firstly why did I even buy that product ?
If that product gave the “promised” effect then why are so many people , who are capable of spending 250 for a cream and have the want to become fair , still dark in this country?
And I realized!
Advertisers and copy writers are geniuses!
They convince you , SO EASILY!
And apparently we fall for it .

Seriously !
how can a person with an abnormal melanin secretion become fair overnight with a cream ?
They say its been formed scientifically , well they do not understand that what they promise actually contradicts science .

Like I mentioned earlier ,
Advertisers and copy writers are such geniuses !


They know what they actually try to sell , they know what it is made of ,
So finally at the end of the advertisement they put a slide that says
*conditions apply !

but WE ?
never care or even notice that .
all we want is an immediate result .
what lack of patience can do to a person I tell you !
we would not mind spending 250 rupees for a 10ml cream ,
but! We want instant results.

Advertisers know the psychology of consumers .
They target them emotionally .
introducing a slimming gel targeting fat women ,
showing lustrous hair on a mans head targeting the bald ,
they would not care about womens thyroid problem or the man's heredity !
all they want is sales ,and they would do ANYTHING for it .

Half the time the advertisement might not even relate to the product .
Best part ,
They depict women in inappropriate ways,
for what joy?
They do not understand the cultural differences in each part of the world .
Showing women in bikini is absolutely natural in the west , but in countries like UAE and India?
just absurd.

And not to forget the stars who promote the product .
The ambassadors are sometimes given more importance than the product .


The basic purpose of an advertisement is to educate the consumer about the product ,
Create awareness about the product ,
In an appealing way .
Most of the advertisements these days fail to do that .

Advertisements have become completely irrational ,
Absolutely irrelavent ,
But highly irresistible .
*conditions apply .

yes , i am angry with the manufacturer of product "X" , thats why i wrote this post .
now go off you !

no .i din go clubbing

its 12:47 am , January one , of 2011 .

i bet its going to take me at least a week to write 2011 correctly , instead of 2010 in the date column .
just for one simple reason that 2010 had been great for me.
for starters i got to know a lot of people .
people who talk and make sense.
people who want to create a difference in this world ,
people who have created a difference in this world ,seriously !
people who inspire ,
people who irritate ,plastics and people who are made in china (if you know what i mean).



what have I done REMARKABLY in the year 2010 ?
nothing that would change this world ,
nothing new i can claim that i am excellent in .
honestly i had been very inactive .



so what am i going to do about it ?
well i made a plan ,
i wrote a list ,a long list of things that i want to do and achieve in this new year
and by every month , i am going to make sure that i get a tick mark next to everything in that list .
one by one .
this process is going to be honest , and with sheer dedication just for one simple reason that the world has no time for losers.


i of course am not going to disclose what my list contains ,
take it from me ,it doesn have anything like
" i should put on some meat"
"i should become a mommy"
"and then i should get married " and horse shit.

but
its genuine ,
its attainable ,
it requires some sacrifice ,
it requires absolute dedication ,
it requires effort,
it requires strength ,
it requires knowledge.

and this year ,
i AM going to make a difference, if not to the whole wide world , at least to my world .
i am .
i will.
i bet.





2011 !
you better be nice to me , else i am going to make you be so .

amma's signature sambhar

i am typing this furiously cuz my mom is looking at me through the corner of her eyes ,
and i want her to know that i am actually doing something productive now. (!)

every mom and daughter will have this thing ...
or at least we do .

i don have a sibling , and she becomes my sibling sometimes -
sister , more like a younger sister who 'd pester me for everything and take all my cosmetics and spoil my lovely shoes* ..



we argue .
a lot ,
for almost everything ,
and it ends up like this ...
she'l rush into the kitchen and start frying something
( i am assuming she imagines what ever she is frying to be me / my dad sometimes when they have a fight )
and i 'l throw whatever is in my hand and sit in front of the comp and start typing something ,
its during these times that i actually find the time , 'find the time ?' , yeah , to do something like an incomplete record ,
an incomplete accounts notebook with over ten question marks in red ink on one page ,
(common , i arrive at the balance sheet straight without calculating anything else in the problem and , even the balance sheet ( copied from my beshtie ) goes ridiculously wrong ! )
a company law project that should be submitted the next day morning at eight sharp etc .

now lets come to the point ...
why is she so mad at me ?

because i refused to tell her what exactly i do on Facebook for hours together everyday ,
and she was bloody curios to know .
i did try on my part to explain what it was ,
refer : Google's social networking sites literal meaning cuz thats exactly what i told her .
but she is MY mom .
she wanted to sit next to me when i go on Facebook .
i refused .
obviously, i do not want her to see who i am " married to " and who my children are "
yet she dint give up .
she kept walking inside my room pretending like she had some work , just to have a sneak peak into my Facebook world .
hilarious it was !
so i made her sit next to me and explained how the whole site works ,
how the whole world is connected through it ,
how to waste time on it . literally !,
how to access games ,
how to block friends ,
and all how to's related to the same .

she did not get as curious as i tot she would get regarding my relationship status or who my children were ,
but she got curious about something .
guess what ?

fishville !

she had always wanted a fish tank , but she dropped the idea of having one cuz someone told her that the entire house begins to stink if the tank is not cleaned properly , and we iyyengars aren supposed to have fishes and other so called - considered- to - be - "impure" animals.
rubbish ! i know!

when she saw this fishville thing , she got sooper excited .
so everyday after i am done with my regular facebook routine , she 'd play fishville through my account ,
believe me or not , in two weeks , she had over two fifty fishes in three differnt tanks .


now i had logged into facebook ,
i was busy checking some random profile .
okay , not some random profile ,
the profile of the guy who my younger sister ( cousin) was dating ,
i had to see if he was worthy enough , oh! common , she is MY family ,
she was online too
and we were busy discussing about him also his "i am a super cool guy pictures" .
that is exactly when amma wanted to play fishville cuz it was time she sells her fishes and cleans her tank or her fishes 'l die .
she cant use the laptop cuz she needs an account to access facebook/fishville.
and i denied to give the comp/use my account .
i told you .
i was busy stalking .
i tried convincing her that i was "busy "doing some "important" work and i'd let her use the comp when i am done ,
we argued,
she got pissed ,
and i immediately logged out of facebook ,
she couldn do anything about it ,
hence the frying's of India happening in the kitchen now .


its time i go and apologize to her
after all its amma
plus i am able to smell her delicious sambhar =D
trust me , its DELICIOUS .
dinner time .







PS :amma is not like any younger sister .
never uses any of my cosmetics neither does she spoils my shoes .
in fact she never uses cosmetics at all and
she is the beautiful-lest woman i ve ever known slash seen or even heard .

but you got the picture there right?
2.almost every post of mine has a PS , o.O!
3. and i am hoping that amma actually thought that i was doing something productive till now on the comp else i am screwed .

okay .
bye .

hey ! maha .. right ?

five hours of freedom at college .
bunking.
shopping at Chennai's biggest mall.
bumping into my 4th grade classmate, who was apparently my best friend then .
having lunch together and yapping a lot ,
college ,
politics,
boyfriends,
breakups,
achievements , (!)
cricket,
ups and downs ,
AIDS awareness, (!)
commenting on random people,
daring to pull a guy's ponytail ,(who was also wearing aviators INSIDE the mall . STYLE! )
wanting to buy sooo many things and making a list of them as drafts in our phones,
comparing our current tastes , likes and dislikes,
zuckerburg-ing AND successfully finding two of our 4th grade batch mates ,
(one lives right next to my place and the other at Sydney)
goodbye gifts and hugs ,
ride in the rain,
back home ,
blogging .


moral (s):
1)bunking is best part of college life.
2)i always bump into someone when i go to any mall .
3)shopping is too much fun .
4)i can recognize people even after 9 years , no actually she did.
5)facebook is a part of our lives now.
6) perfect girls day out is when you don't plan it but just let it happen .