Mora Sayyian

It is 12.23 a.m. and the freakin, f#%&ing current decides to go take a stroll. I maintain sanity with this playing..Beautiful..Thank God for mujic:-)!

Rain rain go away, Come again another day..

It rained here last night..out of the blue. The current went around a zillion times and the fitful sleeper that I am; I hardly slept (pout!). So I had almost declared today as ‘cranky day’ (for me, if I don’t get my 8 hours of sleep {beauty included:P}, I can be a not nice person to know..atleast in the morning:)..but au contraire..I feel happppyyy today:)(If you’re happy and you know it, blog today..clap clap clap clap)..Its’ so much cooler..a definite respite from the sweltering garmi of Hyd..

But then, this post is about how I absolutely hate/detest/abhor (bachhpan mein kissi holiday homework ke liye yaad kara tha, had to use it sometime na;)) rains..yes, yes..you heard (read) it right..I am one of a kind afterall..I know many(n-2) people who absolutely louve the rain..but yes, fellow beings, I am one of the chosen few (the second being Bond..not the James waala) who cringes at the thought of rain..today being an exception:)..

To make this short and sweet (you see, some guy named noFingWay had left me a comment (which I didn’t quite approve of..huh!) about my previous post saying: ‘Word count.. 660. Who's gonna ever read it?’..I am going to be kind and benevolent to the non-readers of my blog:P and list out why rains don’t amuse this otherwise amiable(cheeky grin) person:

1) Clothes don't dry. And when they do, they stinkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk (wriggling my tiny, little nose;))!

2) Its' too eew to walk around..all the slush and kheechad..oh boy, I just hate it!

3) Tends to get very depressing..can't go out..sitting holed up inside your house..and even when you do need to venture out (cos you have no other option..read go to school/office), its' back to point #2. Talk about vicious circles..bah!

There are two images engraved in my mind related to rain which make me just love them so much more. One is in standard 5^th I think. P’s mom used to come pick P and me up from school (This started after a boy started teasing me by saying ‘Maneater, maneater’..referring to my ‘Monitor’ badge..hehe..sounds so lame right?! and my sister was also not there as she was down with jaundice at that time). So aunty had told us to wait outside this big tree next to our school. It was the month of July, and it was pouring like crazy but us being obedient children, inspite of the rain, we just stood under the tree and waited for her to come. And as Murphy and I have janmon ka rishta-naata..aunty was late that day:)..happens! Nevertheless, P and I stood like idiots in the rain for around half and hour or more and were completely drenched (surprise-surprise)..after this, aunty told us to wait inside on days when it rains..Sparing this incident, I believe I have high degrees of common-sense..humph!

The next image..which is actually a whole lot of images..is of F and me on the bike (seeee..I finally mentioned you on my Oh-so-famous-blog..happppy?!:P)..I know rain is almost synonymous with Kerala and everything..but how, Oh Almighty how..did it always have to rain as soon as I perched my assets on his bike..Lord Indra with delirious pleasure would bless the route from my hostel to town (as we used to call it back in Cochin;)) with rain like never before..we used to have no other option but to continue with the ride as there would hardly be any shelters. You know, it was like buckets full of water being thrown at us..sploosh..sploosh..and sploosh again..Oh my good Lord, thinking of it only makes me so mad..YES, I HATE RAIN! Of course, the person riding is the one who has to suffer the most..but what of the pillion rider who is extra-sensitive and riding with a fellow who just uses one contact lens? Sigh..(of relief of course!). On my visit home the next time, to be all prepared [me with all my foresight (wise-ass grin)], I brought along a rain coat..for the next fight..want to guess the color? ..It was yellow:D..I have a preety fotu of mine in that..but I guess that can be put up some other time..maybe for some comic relief or something..:D..aaj ke liye bas itna, baaki ??..adios..tc children..

Anybody there?

Hullo..I know this time its’ been longer than usual but I don’t presume I was being thoroughly missed eitherways. I don’t quite know what ignited me enough to write after this long {I think its’ a combination of being dead bored + reading umpteen number of blogs (Courtesy: Makku) + conversations with Bones}, but anyways, here it goes {I don’t know if I do my species (as in females) any good by taking this up}..

Women! We are as vain as one could possibly be, love all those who love us, we crave for attention, bask in the warmth of allll the love (read gifts..the more expensive, the better) showered upon us. A guy with a bike (during college days) and a car (during working ones) probably fall in the 'true love/Mr. Right/Never let go' category. Its' of course a different thing that the occurrence of this falling happens at regular intervals of say 1) End of school; 2) End of college; 3) Change of company/Wedlock with a totally different person altogether. But please ladies and gentlemen, I am definitely not the one who has set these intervals, the intervals are at ones’ own discretion based on ones' own set of rules varying from 'Long distance doesn’t work' to 'Sorry, there’s someone else (umm..richer and smarter than you I mean..throat clearing)'. The catch phrase-'There are many fish in the sea' is I guess an inscription on the extra X in our chromosomes as compared to our fawning other halves.

It's as simple as this. (Guys..read this part thoroughly).Women are suckers for guys who are dependable. Someone who can care for them, who can fulfill every whim and fancy of theirs {for eg. Ice-cream at 2 a.m. (If you don’t get this, your Bollywood/Tollywood gyaan ain’t something to be proud of my dear friend), who can get their shopping done from Ameerpet to Central, from Charminar to Begumpet without as much as an ounce of disgust or protest}, listen to them boasting/cribbing/bitching/whining endlessly as if there was no tomorrow. Basically, if you are equipped with a vehicle and are capable of pretending to be really listening and can nod your head at regular intervals in awe/appreciation when she’s boasting or with disgust when she’s bitching, you are set! Congratulations my dear bakra..uh oh..friend:-):-(..(mixed emoticons, hope you understand my predicament..sigh!)

As cynical as I might have sounded, I don’t want to end up sounding judgmental. Neither am I going to take any sides. From experiences (personal as well as friends/acquaintances), I don’t think any of it is deliberate. In this short life of ours (another topic which I would love to write on), we are lucky to meet some and unlucky to meet some. Some of them become our cherished ones, while some you’d willingly throw off a cliff (ouch! I’m not so evil :-)). By saying that meeting new people, falling in love, ditching them or getting ditched is a cycle or part of life I might be wholly wrong..or perhaps partially right..but one thing is for sure, its' inevitable.

For all the emancipation and the 'we don’t really need a man you know' that we women cry ourselves hoarse about, its' always nice to have a man by your side (Yes, yes this is the real 'Must Read' part boys). And not just for the 'driver' (haha..this is fun) and the money etc. part of it. For all the other real things too. For the shoulder you have when you are down in the dumps and want to cry out aloud, for how you don’t even need to tell how you're feeling about something, for the way he can make you feel special only the way he possibly could..Priceless! A girl who can love you for your worth and not your net worth is what should be for keeps. But then don’t worry, if she thinks you’re worth it, she won’t let you go..atleast anytime soon that is.. :-P

;-)

The line..

Below is the line between "self-respect" and "ego":















Do you see it?..I don't!

:-)

It's a heart..

It's bound to hurt..:-)

By Request - Part I

My previous post was posted on the 5^th of July ...being the honest person that I am [: P]...I’ll tell you how I used to check if kissine bhoole bhatke iss nacheez ke blog par comment likha ho..well..that check was on an average..umm…once everyday [: P]...One fine day (as it always is)...I saw Mr. / Ms. Anonymous leave me one...

old movies, new movies, reviews etc...

Well for one...I am not quite pro about writing such stuff. Of course I have my reasons but then I guess you’d already have read so many already..i guess I’d just end up sounding irritating...for one, it’s difficult for me to like a movie and not criticize...quite difficult...and then I’ve also not watched quite a few “must-watch” movies...

But when I asked for topics, Mr. / Ms. Anonymous was the one jisne meri thodi laaj rakhee..so this one’s for you..

The past few weeks I watched three movies...out of which “Partner” outdid itself...to displease and disgust me (but of course)..Phew...It sucked...BIGTIME! If anyone was to ask me...this would be one of the last movies I’d recommend. Thankfully I watched it in a local theatre...so it didn’t pinch all that much...it’s plain crass...and for people who’ve seen “Hitch”...stay away twice as more...you’d just feel sorry. But then, there was this one gentleman sitting behind us who just couldn’t stop rolling with laughter...so I guess it’s all up to one’s...ahem...(I guess I should try be polite now)...tastes;-)...but I do like the songs...very danceableJ..I guess I don’t quite need to take up the acting abilities or the lack of it:-P of the lead actors...

Then there was “Naqaab” which I really, really wanted to watch...what with the title of “The most shocking thriller of the year” title and all...but what of it?...I was filled with sheer disappointment…The new girl Urvashi’s not bad...Akshaye and Bobby as usual...but I was definitely expecting something a 108 times better in terms of story (that kind that would jolt me...well, the title kept running across my mind you see)...I waited ki ab kuch hoga, ab kuch hoga...but alas...moreover the movie’s predictable eventually..so, so much for that... I remember “Shabd” was another movie that thoroughly disappointed me...

Then there was “Diehard 4” which surprise, surprise...I DIDN’T want to watch (well am sure the person who asked me for reviews must be cursing his/her bad judgment)...I even offered my ticket to a friend who wanted to watch it badly...but then he politely refused and I saw my first diehard movie (OMG, OMG..am I a kalanak on planet Earth?)...and boy was it fun?! Have always loved Bruce Willis...what an attitude!...now I’m all eager to watch the previous parts...all the sequences gave rise to this recurrent thought of mine...”When do we make such movies?”...anyways, this was definitely paisa vasool stuff...must watch!

I am going to stop with this much now as I’m a lil scared that I sounded boring...just let me know ok? So until next time...ta ta..

People..

After yet another long, long sabbatical..I’m baak! If only I had some amount of patience, I would have loved to write regularly..even if you like it or not:P..

People (not many, mind it) have asked me why I haven’t posted in quite sometime. My lame answer (which is actually not quite so lame) is that I don’t have no good topics. Suggestions would be welcomed with *%*&#@..can’t quite get the right words you see..it’s a dangerous world out there:P..alright,alright, I'm stopping right now.. Eagerly waiting for atleast a few of you to come back to me with any possible topics..Lets’ see if I’m gutsy or colorful enough to take a stand on em and write..

Hoping not to disappoint..I’ll be waiting..

PS: I know there’d be people who’d say my life @ CUSAT..well, all I can say is..All in good time folks!