Tuesday, March 31, 2015
And what happened after? I (wish it was a real one) was hit by a "lot more things important than blogging" truck and slipped into a block-blogging coma, for 7 years. Its a medical miracle. My hippo-campus suddenly activated. I remember things. OMG I revisited my blog. OMG Its still alive. I'm able to log in to my blog. I am actually typing in it. Thank you blogspot. Huge thanks to you.
So, what next? 7 years story simplified in 7 lines
2009: Pregnancy, Broke from work, Delivered a beautiful baby boy after a 5 years ordeal.
2010: Amma left heavenly abode; Lil' sis delivered a beautiful baby girl.
2011: Stayed at home as a Mother of a 2 yr old toddler. Greater realisation on relationships occurred.
2012: Experimented as a marketing consultant to gain momentum. 100% fruitful experience. Another beautiful baby girl to the Palat family by Lil' sis.
2013: A nearly an year passed working as a VP marketing for a prestigious new wave tech firm.
2014: Nested a business idea for 6 months; experimented for another 9 months. Red Carded once.
2015: Ban Lifted, Inaugurated a marketing consulting firm, backed by family. On my toes to accomplish as a successful entrepreneur.
OMG those things, they ain't any less important to get keyed on. May be I felt no actual readers, so why waste time? Is that so? NO. I DON'T WRITE FOR OTHERS. I just feel happy if its read. May be I wish to key in or share things that are less affecting me personally. MAY BE., YES. And when lot of things hit you one after the other, hitting you so hard that your every muscle moves either to confront or to seek comfort human brain's hippo-campus deactivate certain things to help you focus on a very basic thing, SURVIVAL; TO SURVIVE THE SITUATIONS. AND YES THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED. Its a medical miracle you know.
So, why now and why not? Why now- for the obvious reason my hippo-campus activated. I remember showing one of my blog entries by 2013 to my then boss and it effaced my memory- that I had a blog. Never once occurred me to think about it. And why not -Though not a day after day social bee, always had been able to read, write, link, like, share, tweet on social network. Almost doing it thrice a week (seeking comfort you see). But Never occurred once to revisit, less to say to remember about this space. It just occurred to me, only now and I am willing and making an effort to make use of this space, both for personal and professional use, by placing my thoughts on mundane to mandatory happenings in life.
Ok. More told, what now?, Happy to be back on feet; Happy to be on a leading front; Blessed to be a mother of a well disciplined, obedient, not so fussy, but not willing to study, exploring 5 years old lil' adult. Needless to say he is such a loving, caring and sharing personality so far.
And what am I willing to say through this post?, that "I am back". No way, I am saying that. Cause you will see me doing that. Until my next post, I give a wake up call to all my sleepy, weepy, creepy fellow bloggers who were active bloggers once and forgot blogging since. Remember always; ONCE A BLOGGER, ALWAYS A BLOGGER.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
A – The first letter of the Alphabet, The first letter I started identifying anywhere it is written when I was 3. My mom was so proud of me by then having great hopes on me.
Ammikkal and Kuzhavi – The Grinding stone and rolling pestle.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Thursday July 3rd of 2008. 7:30 p.m IST
I became restless what to do about it? How to do that? When to plan?
Clueless about what I was blabbering? Ok. The dawn next day would see me on the completion of 4th year of my wedding to Mr.G. So I became too excited about celebrating our 4th anniversary. I wanted to finish the tasks of the day really quick. I wrapped it up by 8.15 p.m and all set to go.
8.30 p.m, same day.
I went to collect my new salwar kameez from the tailor, took it from them and drove back home tardily while I was totally engrossed in the memories of my married life so far. It was drizzling. So was my memories about our meeting; our early days of love affair; the socio-cultural indifference we had; our silly fights; our long heated arguments; the pain we both shared when we decided to part as friends; the whole night telephonic conversations; the emotional bond which brought us back; the way we declared our parents; how matured they dealt with the situation without hurting anyone; and how we became wed locked on the same day 4 years back. The 40 min travel looked like I’ve traveled around the whole world. Yes the world of mine.
9.15 p.m not necessary to say the same day.
I booked a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses with just 2 red roses in the centre of the bunch. I’ve asked the florist to deliver it to my friend who lives in the second floor in my apartment, so that I can collect it later to surprise G.
I went to a factory outlet of Van-Huesen nearby and selected 2 pants in dark grey and crème shades; a silk shirt in light grey colour; two T-shirts of Pepe Jeans. When I reached out my purse to pay…Alas, I left my debit card with him for some or other reason. Needless to say that I dint have hard cash or a credit card to pay such a big bill. The only way left was to call my husband, to bring my card. (I dint think to call my friend or my brother-in-laws coz I dint remind any of’ em, that it would be my anniversary, the next day). To my amazement he came hurriedly thinking I’m in trouble but not having a clue of why was I at a gent’s fabric store. (Coz I dint tell him anything apart from that I needed money and where I was). My husband – so ‘No Wonder’.
When I told him I’ve selected some clothes for him he raised his eyebrows and dared to ask what the occasion was. Should I tell you that I felt like killing myself? After letting his soul to know about the wedding and the importance of anniversary, he managed to tell that it was not effaced from his memory but its just that he dint realize it was July 3rd. Guys, and their own ways of tackling situations! I was happy in a way that it also gave me an opportunity to gift him something which he also tried and felt. He complained that I was egoistic not to remind him about it, and only because of that he was unable to plan for anything. After so many times of his confessing, I accepted to take a kurta of my liking and his choice. (But – yes it looked good on me… Okay. I looked good on it). At last we both returned home gleefully with the bags.
I cat-walked before him with all the newly stitched dresses obligating his mind to say I look good on them. I pulled up a plan of having lunch at “The Crown- Residency Towers”. Everything accepted and I went upstairs to collect the bouquet from my friend by 11. 30 when he went to fill water in the jug. By the time I was about to hide it to surprise him by 12 mid-night with the bouquet, the suspense was out because he saw me hiding it behind the couch. I also felt very sleepy and wished him a happy anniversary, tucked myself in bed felt asleep with a great hope of waking up on a great day.
Friday 4th July 2008. 6.30 a.m
I woke up by 6.30 a.m without the help of an alarm or a cockcrow. G was sleeping like a child as usual. Kissing him with another wish I started to make coffee on a dilemma whether to work or to be off. Finally I made my mind, called my boss and told him that I’d be taking a day off. Leave granted. I Switched on the TV and plunged into the couch on a relaxing mode. Settled at Sony Max to watch “So Close”. G woke up by 9 a.m in a haste to tell me he had to open his office, for his staff who usually opens the office was on off.
I let him go reminding of the previous plans we made. He nodded and left by 9.40 a.m.
10.45 a.m: Mobile rang; I was informed that the machines were down he was fixing the problem. He’ll return soon.
11.20 a.m: Mobile rang; I was informed he had to do the installation as well. He’ll return soon.
12.55 p.m: I gave up the hope of going out for lunch. So I started cleaning the Kitchen. (If you’d have thought I did that to prepare for lunch – I am sorry you’re wrong.)
1:30 p.m: Mobile rang; I already knew what it would be conveyed. So I picked the call without much expectation. Hundred times of apologies for being not able to return home half way through the installation from his end.
3.10 p.m: I was asked what was there for lunch. I replied I started cleaning the entire home, and the phone was banged.
4.00 p.m: When I picked the call, I stormed him with thousands of words of dismay and rage to find him at the door after few minutes, leaving the installation as such, with a parcel of biryani. Meanwhile my friends who remembered my wedding day started calling and wished me. So my mood was lit up.
5.00 p.m: So what? Fights; fights and fights for an hour, complaints and compromises, we both were really tired.
6.00 p.m: I was on my new clothes, with a hair-do of my college days. So was he in his new pants and T-shirt, promising to take me out. He stopped at a Titan Show room –Pondy Bazaar. He got me a beautiful, elegant looking watch of my style. I selected an eye gear for him from fast track; he was looking dashing on it. After which we went to my Mom-In-Laws home, took blessings from the elders, I was offered money by my FIL. I happily took it, parted on a happy note and returned home, where I made dosa and tomato chutney for dinner.
This is the end of “the great 4th wedding anniversary of D.G” :
But We had a hearty conversation, and G was all apologising that he screwed up my plans and pacified me that mere gifts and grandeurs do not only glorify the occasion. It is the love - beyond any expectation which makes our lives better. How true?
So I'm telling you this, it is not that I forgot to tell you this .... I just dont want to make you know that 'I love you beyond anything and everything and that is why I call you 'Mom'.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Just to keep myself reminded of certain things happened all these months; I am listing down what important things happened during all these months
April: Something very bad happened personally, but all for good. Set out on a trip to Kerala to attend my sister R’s house warming, as well as to visit the new born. Aashitha is amazingly beautiful. She was all smiling at her 3 months to see this Valiyamma and was happily clinging on to G’s shoulders. I really had a good time spending time with Aashish and Aashitha.
May: On the very first day of the month, I and G were at Vaitheeswaran Koil. We both were stumped by the chiseling art of the Naadi Josiyar there within the Devaswom Complex. We not only felt deceived but also defeated. But the trip to Naganathaswamy Temple at Thirunageswaram and Mullaivanathamman Koil at Thirukarukkaavoor made us flippant and we started enjoying the heavenly bliss. Beautiful Amman I’ve ever seen. I’d love to visit time and again to the temple. My heart was filled with peace as if I am surrounded by all the goodness in the world. Strange feel though.
Something good to the core happened on the professional front. I was in seventh heaven with what all I’ve got. I thanked God for all his blessings and G for his tremendous support.
June: Had been a month of crucial happenings. Daddy was operated for Hernia. I saw him shaken on the day of his surgery and was unable to see him mildly groaning because of the pain after surgery. But as usual, he got back with vim and vigour to the ward from the Intensive care the very next day. That’s Daddy.
“Shankara Valiyacha” my achayammas husband left to heavenly abode at his age of 70. I felt very sad and very bad. I loved him for his soft spoken nature, his helping tendency, his charming smile, his love for gardening, his care for his plants, his meticulousness to do things perfectly, and above all his unconditional love for his family. Love you Valiyacha. You are definitely “A Hero” and will remain as the same in my heart and thought forever.
So New Place; New people; New dress; New ID; Lots of new-new things. I am happily enjoying my work.
OK... now what triggered my impulse to post something is “Dasavatharam”
I am not a hard core Kamal Fan. I am neither a movie buff. I’d love to watch selected movies on theatres only for the quality you get to feel of watching it in a big screen. G being a reluctant person when it comes to theatres, or even movies, agreed to take me because of my constant kvetching that he doesn’t care to take me out to watch movies. With so much anticipation caused by the reviews and the hype about the movie, I prepared to watch the movie. But all my expectations were turned off after the sequence took flight to the bio lab in America. Apart from the presence of Kamal nothing seems to be fulfilled in the movie. I was sunk into the movie “Anbe Shivam” so much so fully for at least 2 weeks after I watched it. I loved to have the high resolution DVD of “Thevar Magan” for my favourite movies collection. I even now can sit and watch the whole Michael Madana Kamarajan from start to end inspite of watching it for more than 20 times in all these years.
The algorithmic approach of Kamal to kill the deadly virus shown in the movie looks like anyone can guess the sequence of the movie. A small kid sitting next to me of age 11 started telling what happens next in the movie nettled me for such a poor screenplay(he said he was watching the movie for the first time. - “Kadavuley”). The only relief was the few twists the movie had with the “Poovaragan Character”; the tall Kalifullah Character (I liked him for his innocence and I have this feel because of him 200 lives are saved); the bronze Perumal ; which slid from Asin’s hand and landed in a perfect posture (I got goose bumps watching the Perumal doing it). The narration of the story in Kamals voice and his unflawed pronunciation deserves a special mention.
The only element in the movie which gave me a satisfaction that it worth my time and money was, “the 12th century sequel”, the portrayal of Kamal as G.Bush and the black stone Ranganathar. Apart from that I had an empty feel about the movie. But one should definitely applaud Kamal for the pain and efforts he took to be in 10 different characters. No other actor in the world would have dared it even in their dreams. He benchmarked it. But again it looked like he took all the efforts only to pacify the craving artist within himself to outperform. For normal movie goers there wasn't any surprise to be bowled out.
It gave me a sense of pride to look at K.S.Ravikumar for his vision and verve to take this kind of risk. And I salute Aascar Movies for investing such a huge amount to take one of its kinds - Tamil cinema to the entire movie world.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Later on my early employment days April fools day had become just pranks playing day. But that was also fun to some extent. But when you grow up in the corporate ladder, it had become so typical stringent professional behaviour, that I couldn't see someone to fool me or do antics. I started from home to office yesterday with some beam of hope, that I'd get fooled today by any of my collegues and how should I dodge it and all. But what a wonder; my office spoke about unmet deadlines, forecoming targets, quarterly reviews, oh even the cost cutting on print papers. They did not have the least possible symptom of remembering that it was April 1st. Come on guys!. Already life has changed a lot, you can not do anything about it, but pls "Altleast - You can change your attitude". People who thought its unneeded to have fun on April 1st can perceive it as an occasion to amuse someone, and oh ya People like me also can change their attitude not to worry that they were not made a goose.
What you say??
Monday, March 31, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
It happened to me to visit lakshmusings.wordpress.com. few months back. Since then it had become a daily routine to read her blog. She penned in her blog about her latest attempt to do the following list, she was tagged to,
A.List 5-10 things that you have in common with the human race and/or nature.
B. List 5-10 things that you may have in common with the human race and/or nature. That sent an impulse to my central nervous system to seriously think. So here goes my list.
The List of 5-10 things that I have in common with the human race and/or nature.
1. I breathe air, drink water, eat food to live
2. I react to an external stimulus
3. I sneeze if some irritant enters my nostrils
4. I complain a lot many things
5. I Question a lot, but tried not to find resolution for all
My list of 5-10 things that I may have in common with the human race and/or nature.
1. I get upset for petty things.
2. I really would not know to conflict certain things the right way which I feel wrong or not right.
3. I love to be called "beautiful" and "the best".
4. I shrug if I remember something I wanted to be erased from my memory.
5. I like to have hot masala tea on a rainy evening.
6. I have this Monday Morning phobia.
7. I feel pity for the poor for a moment, and I move along the next moment with my life.
8. Oh ya last but not the least... I sing in the bathroom.
You know what, it took nearly 30 minutes to really fill this list and definitely it ushered a big realisation. Apart from the 1st thing I feel as a common thing with the human race i.e breathing air, drinking water and eating food, I was struck for few minutes to really think what I shared common with the human race. But since I feel the same as the other human ( atleast I assumed so) I dint hate myself for being one. Anyways its a nice task which really contibuted something to look at myself. So why don't you think of doing it...
Yesterday, when I heard about one of my best friends sister passed away, I was literally off for the whole day. I always thought of that akka as a mentor and she is someone who I really liked in her family.
I started to go home from office this evening, came a message to my mobile phone carrying veteran Actor Raghuvarans demise. Some days back I read his interview to The Hindu where he was photographed amazingly clad on his cream suit. Just because I like him as a villain though, I read the whole interview. Normally I won't read sort of interviews.
I feel really bad and I pray for their souls rest in peace. But I would say this month of March 2008 as a mourning month for me... And God pls no more kinda news to me... Pls...