tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17717051624833224152024-02-18T23:07:04.508-08:00The Inner VoiceRandom Thoughts :)Meenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09760951406947981419noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771705162483322415.post-41017530035176516532020-04-03T21:23:00.002-07:002020-04-03T21:23:24.048-07:00Sheets of wisdom in shreds...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Not so long ago, ok..how long is long? Tricky question right?</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Anyways,when I was a kid I remember eagerly waiting for a Sunday just so I could get a hold of 'Young World' (obviously after fighting for it because we lived in a joint family and all of us were eager to get a hold of it, by all I mean even the elders.ok let's get to it..) to solve the 'Jumbled Words'. The satisfaction of solving it,oh I tell you it was amazing. Also I somehow always admired and envied the kids who used to send out their lovely drawings and paintings to be published in the newspaper. I couldn't even colour inside boxes properly.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Gradually over the years it was about reading small paragraphs in newspapers to improve vocabulary but sneakily we would end up cross checking if the timing of the broadcast of programmes on tv channels have changed because we wouldn't want to miss out on any episode of our favourite cartoons and have major fomo at school the next day. We wouldn't dare to. Oh, how the times have changed now,you just have to swipe up and down and you will get to know what show comes up and when even a day in advance. The element of surprise died with the 90's.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Ok,I am out of track as always.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Ah,newspapers! Are you someone who has never tried to solve a sudoku? Yes? I have no time for you! Kidding. Solving sudoku,no in fact learning how to solve sudoku was by itself an amazing experience. Having solved them,waiting for the next day to see if your answers were right were a nightmare. A sweet nightmare. This was a phase, grabbing the newspaper just to solve sudoku. It was always at the last page or somewhere tucked between some sports news and as always these headlines were catchy and it's never easy to miss. The sports headlines. Obviously related to cricket. I mean, come on that was an easy guess right?!</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Learning was fun back then, to someone who had no idea about any sport but landing on the sports page in the intention of solving sudoku, but in turn getting to read and have some understanding about different sport was a blessing in disguise. Missing all the pages and diving directly into the sports page was a phase.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Obituary, we came to know about the death of a very old milk maid through the newspaper and I was shocked to learn that they put up these details on the newspaper. The curiosity grew to know if all dear ones were doing ok but the anxiety overpowered it every time I opened up this page. Slowly I started skipping it out of my routine because it was getting to me.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Before the sports page, short articles get published and I fancied them for a while. I still love short articles unlike this long neverending write up.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Ok don't stop do read on.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">My happiest memory of newspapers was when I cut out pictures of my favourite celebrities and stuck them up in a notebook, which I still hold on to. There was a very short while where I read the newspaper to know about what was happening around but slowly it stopped. I was getting tired of reading about rapes, murders, corruption, politics, poverty, riots and what not.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Now we have stopped buying a newspaper at home, no one gives a damn because we were just laying down the paper sheets on shelves to keep things on top of it so that the things don't end up getting dirty.</span></i><br />
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Meenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09760951406947981419noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771705162483322415.post-59745270911972292942018-08-08T22:50:00.000-07:002018-08-08T22:52:48.096-07:00 When..When..Whine!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">When words fail to explain how you feel.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">When you want to stay happy but are unable to.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">When you are around a lot of people yet feel lonely.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">When you try to smile but you cannot even move your lips.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">When you try to wake up with joy but you just wake up grumpy every morning.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">When you wish to enjoy and live life peacefully but breathe to merely survive yet another day.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">You! Yes, You must know that no one can save you unless you know 'When' to stop over thinking and 'When' to let go!</span></i></div>
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Meenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09760951406947981419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771705162483322415.post-50455134553162295712017-09-25T23:30:00.003-07:002017-09-26T11:12:56.578-07:00Aftermath of cooking<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">We had a family get-together over the weekend after so long. We generally spend less time on food so we opt for home delivery and more on having a gala time together. Although, this time mom had different plans. She wanted to cook for all of us and trust me she is a great cook.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">We had a feast.</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Lemon rasam</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Aviyal</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Potato</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Semiya payasam</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sweet payar</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Fruit pachadi</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Vendakka thayir pachadi</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Manga oorga</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Appalam</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Thamarakazhangu vathal</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">If you are someone who has not had '<i>Ela Saapadu</i>’ in ages , you would curse me for merely</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">mentioning these tasty dishes. Generally we go for pizzas, pastas, naans and sabjis. Though this was one hectic cooking process,it was worth it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I cannot even match my mom’s cooking. I do not know the ABC’s of cooking ,but I am good with washing dishes. Mom mocks that I have a great job as backup. I love washing vessels. My friends who are bachelors and extremely good with cooking often warn me saying 'Once you know to cook you will never ever find washing vessels as fun'. I use it in my favor and bribe mom with washing vessels.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I got to work soon after everyone was done eating. I cleared the surroundings, set my territory and with music turned on started my chore of the day. Ten minutes into it , not exaggerating, somehow the vessels kept on piling and all I could relate to was the '<i>Akshaya Pathra</i>’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Through this 'back aching, hand sogging , mentally getting ready for the next meal' chore I had a refreshing happy memory flash by - <i>Prema Amma</i>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Her name is Rajeshwari . We fondly call her Prema Amma (Prema, her child). I grew up in a</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">me, my sister and my cousins.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>How she managed to wash vessels day in and out in a household where food was prepared for </i><i>nearly twelve of us, I wonder.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A big salute to people like her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This was such a happy realization for me.</span></div>
Meenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09760951406947981419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771705162483322415.post-20824386573451173792017-05-27T02:40:00.001-07:002017-05-27T02:40:19.687-07:00Why the fuss? Take a bus!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>People crib a lot to take a bus and go to work. My relatives with a very concerned look question me, 'Is it not tiring?’ Don't you get vexed?’ ' Aren't buses suffocating’. I give them a big NO and their faces reflect their shock.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>From my childhood my mother always made me take buses. When it was something of an emergency we used to take autos . I have seen the woman wait for hours to get a bus even today, though in the meantime I would bug her to buy me some food. May be that impacted on me and I gained enough patience to wait or even travel in an extremely crowded bus.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>The wind blowing hard and taking away all the effort you put into setting your hair right; in one Poof! Probably the only thing I hate about taking the window seat, though getting a seat makes your day.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Getting a seat in a bus is what I would call in for a celebration, that too when it is a nice one in particular. Always avoid sitting in-between a bunch of loud group of friends. It can turn out to be a never ending journey. I can totally relate to the feeling of many when I used to travel with my friends during college. Oh! Our never ending laughter can get anyone on their nerves but those were few moments to cherish.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Coming back to finding a seat, never dare to take a seat in front of the conductor. That is the path you dug for yourself to the deaf road - those loud whistles. Somewhere in between would be my best choice where you get to hear nice stories of fellow passengers. Some are depressing , a few spark that moment of realization that you are blessed in life while there are people out there struggling to survive every day.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Striking a conversation with the person sitting beside can do wonders to you as long as you avoid controversial topics like 'Amma or Chinamma’ 'Vijay or Ajith’ 'DMK or ADMK’. Those can get worse I tell you.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Bus journeys are fun let aside the constant fear of being groped by a pervert soul in a crowded bus. With these occurrences getting common day by day your mind does not stop to think of every creepy possible way you can get molested and all the moves you can perform to protect yourself.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>One of my favorite moments are when you come across a kid (Ha, obviously not the annoying talkative ones - result of bad parenting) with whom you communicate with crazy facial expressions. That is bliss I tell you. A smile on a baby’s face can make your sweaty journey into a sweet one to remember by.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>I might be the only one worrying about the conductor not giving change. My mind fights for all arguments to put forth if he turns out to be the arrogant one. It gets to my head when I find him giving back change to everyone else but me. One reason why my purse is stocked with changes rather than notes.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Like I said earlier, window seats can ruin your day . At times it can make your day even better.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Ask me how?? Those are the best seats to get a hold of when all you want to do is to snore and sleep through long journeys even when the sun burns your face with rage.</i></span></span></div>
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Meenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09760951406947981419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771705162483322415.post-50992022413932887162017-04-20T01:47:00.000-07:002017-04-20T01:50:27.457-07:00Flow of thoughts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>In our busy schedule we forget to think about life until that one day when we plan to stay at home to stretch out </i></span></span><i style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; white-space: pre-wrap;">and relax , thoughts come rushing from nowhere. Boom!</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>There are times when we feel lost; our mind wanders around confused and gets stranded somewhere between past present and the future that we have been dreaming of. In search for peace we get our heads straight and try to distance ourselves from our own thoughts though they keep coming back to haunt us.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>There is just so much to life which takes years for people to realize.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>Everything remains unclear until we manage to pull ourselves together ; take a deep breath and fill us with surplus amounts of caffeine accompanied by a soothing song for the soul; console and convince ourselves that our life is on the right track.</i></span></span></div>
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Meenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09760951406947981419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771705162483322415.post-64879238419100114212015-11-13T13:11:00.001-08:002015-11-13T13:11:43.639-08:00One Cheese Fries Parcel! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I feel it is time for me to build my own rocket and head to some place far far away. Away from this planet, where no one will judge me for how "fat" i am.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Who am i? That is something i would like to ask myself and i don't need to hear what a random stranger who makes sure that his opinion does the rounds from his friend to his friend's sister's sister(probably that is me) about the kind of person that i am.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What makes you assume that i am fat because, i eat a lot or that i never exercise or most importantly the "fact" that i am lazy? What makes you assume that i am fat because, i...? Because, i....? Because...?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Let me ask you something! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The one who makes fun of me for being fat. Who are you to judge me for how i look ?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Please pile up all of your shit and run for your life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I love my body! I don't need your advice. Please.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I know when to exercise. I know what to eat. I know my medical conditions. I know my body.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have been asked how i became fat?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Do i ask you how you were born with so big a head with nothing on the inside? Some questions always remains a mystery. Don't they?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The most brilliant, much needed for life questions that i have come across and wished for to get right back at them:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">5.<i> Doesn't your bed break?</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> <b>I am sure you got the joke. If you did not, well i am quite heavy. Oh Please! Please laugh.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">4. <i>How do you find clothes your size?</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> <b>I am naked now. You see me everywhere with no cloth covering my "fat" body, because i am a fat sized "elephant" (Don't get me started on the elephant jokes) who has no decent outfit that fits, to show off my curves.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">3. <i>Was that you who danced? Could sense the tremors, Beware! (Laughs at his/her own joke).</i></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Yea, that was me who buried you deep into the ground.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">2. <i>Don't you think you should reduce a little weight ? Not that you are fat but, if you try and reduce your weight, you will look more pretty.</i></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Oh! Trying to be nice? Yea sure! You lost a good friend for trying (with a wide smile on my face).</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Best and the most frequent question that is put across to every "fat" girl .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1.<i> How will you get a life partner if you are this fat?</i></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Setha moodindu porela!"</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">(Translation(Brahmin slang):Please shut up and go)</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You commenting about my physique doesn't make me stop craving for the food that i love and will never give me the rush to start exercising the very next day. It sill make me so furious that i want to punch you right on your so called "thin stomach" that your bones crack.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">If you want me to look like you, you are advising me to lose my individuality.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Individuality which once lost cannot be gained back but, the weight you lost can.</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I would love to be the same "fat" girl living life L size! :-)</span></b></div>
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Meenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09760951406947981419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771705162483322415.post-72535435670679128012015-01-27T10:33:00.001-08:002015-01-27T10:34:10.687-08:00From Time To Eternity<p dir="ltr">It has been a month. It has been very difficult for us all, for me. Everyday i enter our class,my thoughts are with you. I still remember the first day i noticed you in college, telling myself, he must be a nice guy. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Three years later, you managed to be the nicest guy i know. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It all began with random Facebook chats, getting to know each other, the interest we share in TV series, to... mad shitty talks.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I miss those crazy talks, german conversations, adult stuff,  constant annoyance.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Communication lab! Sigh! So much fun.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Never can i forget the coolest guy, getting all tensed up on the interview day (many do not know). I, of all people trying to cool you off. We got placed. Man, i am gonna miss you a lot at work.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I wish i could make you pronounce 'acoustic' correctly one last time (Argghh). </p>
<p dir="ltr">You should know,you would be the first to hit my mind if i ever come across 'Siemens'. :'(</p>
<p dir="ltr">So much. Really. :-(</p>
<p dir="ltr">I will never forget that last Hi5. That last day i saw you. That last moment with you. That last goodbye. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It has been really hard this one month. I really do not know how long it is going to take for me to get over you. To let go off you. I try not to.</p>
<p dir="ltr">A wise person once said that 'something's are just not meant to be, but can only hope'.<br>
I wish he had stuck to the latter. </p>
<p dir="ltr">See you on the other side brother.</p>
Meenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09760951406947981419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771705162483322415.post-10168170839070172042014-11-22T11:29:00.001-08:002014-11-22T11:57:23.895-08:00My Girl Friend<p dir="ltr">She was different,she was one of a kind,she stood out of the crowd,she was unique. She was unpredictable. She was a mystery and i was glad to have solved her. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It goes way back to childhood when we met. There was a spark in this little girl,who was always the good kid,teacher's pet,popular and breathtaking in every way possible.</p>
<p dir="ltr">There were times i used to wonder if she would ever be my friend,me being the new comer not that many noticed.</p>
<p dir="ltr">She was kind enough to make things work out the way it had to. We found each other go crazy over one another. Fight. A lot. Through letters. Ah! Those days. Sigh! I remember cribbing to her the most about how sucky life is. She had the patience to hear me out and comfort me with much love.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Now, we merely talk, nor fight through all the hectic schedule. <br>
I know friend, you try a lot and am overwhelmed. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I recall, you are the first girl friend i really had. The one i trust,love,care and would do anything, for this journey to travel past all the bumpy roads. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The way you admire me, support and guide me, hit me hard to realize my mistakes, and teach me to be happy and blessed with this awesome life.</p>
<p dir="ltr">You are my beauty, my soul sister, my treasure, my bestie.</p>
<p dir="ltr">My unsung friend. </p>
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Probably hints that you are in love.<br>
He is going to stick around to see you finally happy and content with the love of your life.<br>
When things go wrong you have him waiting for you to crawl back into his arms.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So you ask me if the friendship fades away between a guy and a girl,when they find their soul mates? No.</p>
<p dir="ltr">There are people who misinterpret the friendship at first. They ask you both why you did not hook up when you both know each other so well?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Duh!Seriously? Even me and my sibling get along well,would you ask me the same question? I am asked this just because my best friend is a guy. Do not judge me Stranger.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When a new person enters your life,things change accordingly,misunderstandings do come as an additional package.<br>
At this point the same people try to sympathise about your friendship. They add fuel to the fire on how your relationship has ruined your friendship.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The friendship which was built on trust,promises,love,you and him.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When your partner understands your friendship and values it as much as you do,you have a new best friend.</p>
<p dir="ltr">You can lead a happy life with no worries as long as your friend is around you. Nothing is changed between you both,it never has and never will because,he is a silent guardian. A watchful protector. A dark knight.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Your best friend.<br>
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<i>Eyes in search of shelter,</i><br />
<i> Legs submerged in water,</i><br />
<i>Running to the door,</i><br />
<i> Struggling through the downpour,</i><br />
<i>Water splashes,</i><br />
<i> News flashes,</i><br />
<i>Hot cup of tea,</i><br />
<i> In front of T.V,</i><br />
<i>Gazing through the window,</i><br />
<i> Hunting for a rainbow,</i><br />
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<i>Black umbrellas and</i><br />
<i> blocked roads,</i><br />
<i>The season has arrived</i><br />
<i> to make paper boats.</i></div>
Meenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09760951406947981419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771705162483322415.post-20116919989654029742014-01-07T06:49:00.002-08:002014-01-07T06:49:16.122-08:00Twenty And Counting :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i><span style="font-size: large;">Another year comes to an end and all I can think of now is that, I am growing old. Twenty now and I already need to act all matured for I am a teenager no more.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Bam! Next minute i end up questioning myself, 'Why you so serious?'<br />
Life has it's ups and downs.This year was not much different compared to the previous years.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">So what made it special? I introspected.<br />
I turned 20.Yay!!</span></i><br />
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Now,I do not know if i should be sad or glad about it.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Although I would not be hearing anymore of 'You are just in your teens,you would never know' or 'Shush and go to your room,adult talk' ,at the same time i would be hearing a lot more of this, 'You are 20 now,act accordingly'.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Turning 20 is special in every way.<br />
When i look back my life has always been a happy place with a very loving family,cousins who are so much like me,and childhood days which can never be replaced.Now I can only be able to picture a wide and a stupid smile on my face.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">The next phase of life-School.The best set of friends.<br />
Laughter,fights,pranks,getting caught for something you never did,first crush,first love,heart breaks,bitching together about someone you hate,teasing,culturals,birthday cakes,treats,passing notes in class,letters,singing and dancing together,food fight,hangouts,hugs,and swaring to be together forever.<br />
I indeed am blessed for having such a wonderful schooling.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">College, it is going to end before it started.A new atmosphere,new people,new faces.<br />
A very small gang of friends always getting caught for something we never do,bunking(literally running away when your professor is calling you),hogging,singing and texting during class, taking pictures during punishments.</span></i><br />
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When all this is going to end in a year,I now find friends who accept me for who I am and know me more than I know myself.I wish I had known them before but it's always better late than never.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">When my past is filled with fun fun and fun,my future needs a lot more of grooming of myself to rule the world.Ah,now that is going to be my new year resolution.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">A many thanks to everyone who made me what I am today.Twenty years of happiness, every minute spent with precious people.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">2013 was indeed special but it's time to bid goodbye and welcome a more happy and an awesome 2014.</span></i></div>
Meenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09760951406947981419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771705162483322415.post-79204111408156992162013-10-13T01:58:00.002-07:002013-10-13T01:58:46.886-07:00All Alone!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Never can we solve a problem on our own,nor can we keep our sadness to ourselves.There is no day without partying or laughing out loud ,TOGETHER.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When do we have time for ourselves if we keep chasing others? Always! Being alone for sometime leads to depression and we look forward in being comforted.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Even when we are with an acquaintance we cannot stand that awkward silence and build up a conversation.We can never stop all the chattering unless and until we are fast asleep.(Even then we make sound. SNORE:-;)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">'Forever Alone' (troll) never happens in real time.We compulsively are in need of a break from everything just to share the most unimportant gossip which we would have heard seconds ago.With the fast growing technology this is never a doubt.</span></div>
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Meenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09760951406947981419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771705162483322415.post-47870129446856064312013-05-04T11:37:00.000-07:002013-05-04T11:54:49.448-07:00Understanding Woman!!<span style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"<i>You never know what is on a woman's mind</i>." </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">This statement that is often made is completely true.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><br style="line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /></b><span style="line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Being from the same gender I should be denying as that is what we generally do., but I beg to differ because am so proud to be a woman that too, a fickle minded one. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is difficult to figure out our likes, dislikes, reactions, our expectations, what is on our mind, our future plans, our next move etc. At times it is hard for ourselves to find out ,which makes us special and interesting. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">An example, we think of something and we stick to our feelings about it, but in the end it turns out that we feel the very opposite.</span><br /><span style="line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">We have loads of options and we tend to pick each one each time and ultimately ending up picking everything. Reason being, we like to explore and exploit everything around us to the FULLEST.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Also, it's a good thing people do not really understand us. If everything is provided to us on the plate then when will we actually learn?</span><br /><span style="line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">This one is for the male population of the society, who generally complain about not understanding a female's reply or response. You would not understand her only when you are in deep discussions. At these situations she is transparently SARCASTIC which is an implicit warning to please differ.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">All the five fingers in our hand are not of the same size. Likewise, no one in the world is perfect. Anything viewed on a good notion always turns out to be good.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is believed that only bombs,guns,knives are some dangerous weapons that are used to cause death. <br />
But a more powerful and dangerous weapon can kill and tear us apart into pieces.</span><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trust.</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You trust a person, fall in love only to end up being their prisoner. Anything be the relationship you share, the minute you start trusting someone you fall in love more than you know, and the only end you can find for the relationship is your death.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The more you start loving someone, you expect more from them.And when your expectations are not fulfilled ,you are hurt more than you deserve. You would not be able to let go off them only because of the love you have for them.You stop living a life for yourself. The heartbreak leads to your loneliness and eventually death.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A proverb in Tamizh -"<i>Alavukku meerinal amirthamum nanju"-</i> has an inner meaning, anything beyond limits leads to bad happenings. It is the right age to realize this fact and act accordingly.</span><br />
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Meenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09760951406947981419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771705162483322415.post-44679722278045493712013-01-08T08:58:00.001-08:002013-01-08T09:02:22.161-08:00The Inevitable<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
2012.<br />
A year that was predicted as end of the world, turned out to be a troll. And this showed us that nothing is ever predictable.<br />
Nor is death.<br />
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This year has been really rough. Filled with the demise of many near and dear ones. Some things in life cannot be questioned nor answered. And death reinforces that. It surprises me on how the demise of people we hardly knew, can also shake us deeply.<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">Yes, we always assume everything happens for a reason. But how can we accept the ever increasing rates of</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">In a positive way, people who have left us behind are in a better place now than this World</span><span style="text-align: left;"> .</span></div>
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They have given us memories to cherish.<br />
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Every new Beginning comes from another beginning's end.<br />
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So let us look forward to a better year this time :)</div>
Meenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09760951406947981419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771705162483322415.post-20887744174349184182012-11-24T15:48:00.001-08:002012-11-24T15:52:09.540-08:00The beginning :)<p>Everyone has that one friend who is given more priority among others.<br>
You tend to admire that person.You share all your secrets with them.You begin to become possessive over them.You hate anyone who talks bad abt them.You cannot live a life without them around you.<br>
You fight,argue,irritate ,but you would not be able to go to bed without apologising or hugging each other.They support you whatsoever and you do the same,without having any second thoughts.They have your back throughout.</p>
<p>You start to wonder,what is soo special about this person.</p>
<p>Is there supposed to be a particular reason fot this person to be special?<br>
The person himself/herself is a pressious little gift of your life.You treasure them throughout your life.</p>
<p>This is to that one friend who has been with me throughout all the hard times,who has given me a lot of wonderfull memmories to catch up to,and who inspired me in writing this:)</p>
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