Sunday, December 14, 2008

I salute thee

I know not how to react!

I ever stare and ponder
in silent amazement and pain

The light of thy sacrifice and service
illumines my country and I

Your life breath which was snatched by some
runs from sky to sky

The holy stream of thy blood
broke through all obstacles and rushed on.

My heart longs for thy struggle but,
vainly struggles for a voice.

I would speak
but speech breaks into tears.

Ages shall pass and still you will live on
live on in our hearts,you will.

P.S: With due apologies for having borrowed few phrases for the above from rabindranath tagore.

Friday, December 12, 2008

If only he knew.....

It had just struck five .Just like no two women in India agreed, so did no two clocks. His biological clock had always been right. He was missing his old place, where the grass was green, where he could see the cloud effortlessly merging into the green at a distance. The new city life or whatever the people who had brought him here called it was not for him. He had been feeling suffocated since he had stepped in.
This too shall pass, he thought. If only he knew.
This would pass too soon for him to even remember, like a dream. It would dissolve in a split of a second even before someone could say Mississippi.
If only he knew.

The sunlight wouldn't reach him for another hour, he reminded himself. He missed the beautiful countryside he grew up in and morosely looked at the quiet surrounding him. In his village it had been differentia girl in tattered clothes would have started tethering them together all the while singing a quite melancholy. The tune resounded in his head. He wanted to be back with his friends .One might argue as to what was so great about being bunched up together. What would these doubting and questioning kinds know anyways was his answer. He wanted to be free, that's what he was sent to this world for. Or that's what he had been thinking all this while.

As suddenly as his head filled with past images of the girl, the grass, the river by the cottage where he and his friends would bleat together till it was time to go back to the shed, he felt a shadow on him. Then, it happened even before he could shout .He seethed in pain. Even before he could react, it was a blood-bath. He tried talking but only a stammer escaped his mouth. With no choice he surrendered meekly and finally succumbed.

Whilst the man had done his job. He rubbed his bloody hand to his kurta and picked up the carcass. He smiled a toothless grin. This would make the best mutton biryani at home, he thought.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

I ran

(The most hapless I have felt in a long time)

It was not raining, the pouring kinds. It was a heavy drizzle. The weather looked perfect for a quiet day by the window-side, watching the wet world move past while you gossiped with your mom and drank cups after cups of caffeine and munched into crispy hot fritters or anything hot and crispy. I somehow didn't want to do just that. I knew I did not want to just see the world move by, I wanted to be a part of it. The thoughts were too much to take. I quietly motioned to get up from my reclining chair.

"You want anything? Something bothering you?"

“Amma,can we please go out?"

She quietly looked at my face and then my leg. I felt like a whimpering little dog with a broken leg that nobody wanted. I hated sympathy.But, this wasn't S, I knew.

"Car drive? Or a walk? We can't walk, it’s raining and with that leg of yours, I am not sure. Are you sure, priya? Won’t it hurt?"

"Not when you are there with me amma", I wanted to say. But I didn’t. I never said these things.Never.Not to my amma, not to anyone else I loved.No one ever.

I remained quiet and swiftly held the nearest support and stood on my two feet albeit a knee slightly bent. I wanted to tell her that I was as fit as a hum... as fit as, oh it didn't matter. Suddenly, I went weak and fell back on the chair.
"Such an idiot”, I told myself.
My face went red, as red as a hum....yes, a tomato. The mother quietly looked on.

"Ok kanna, whatever you say. But only if you promise you will wear your coat. You can catch a cold, you know"

The whimpering dog was suddenly ecstatic and did a mental dance. In the next fifteen minutes that I took to get into my jeans and my coat, amma was waiting outside.Amma walked in the front as I slowly trudged behind.

"Sit in the back seat, if you are uncomfortable in the front seat. You want to go to your favorite place, no? And BW ku polama?"

"Amma,vendaam.Can we just walk? pleasee?"

"With this knee?Enna paithiyama?"

"Ammmmm....aaaa,please ma..."

"seri,seri.Just today,ok?"

I quietly went and hugged her from the back.We started walking slowly, gentle and cool sprays of rain on our faces. We talked about everything I had missed in the last four months. I spoke in my Marathi only she understood when we felt someone could listen to us. I used my oft ill timed muhanvarey which only she understood. I laughed my bitchiest laugh only she wouldn't take offence to. I asked her secret vattha-kozhambu recipe for the millionth time since I had started cooking. She animatedly explained with the patience only a mom could have. I was listening but I knew I would ask her again the next time. I sniffed the fresh air. It suddenly smelt of her vattha kozhambu.
"Ma,neku iniku vattha kozhambu and keerai mesiyal venum.okay?"
"Seri .Seri"

We walked some more, talked a lot more, enjoyed the weather like never before. The weather and the aura seemed electrifying. I had forgotten my knee.

"Are you ok? Can you walk? Does it hurt? We will again go to the doctor tommorrow.seri aa?"

"Nee sonna seri ma"


"sollu ma,enna achu?"

"Ice cream venuma?"

"Ice cream aa?Its brrr cold"

"You want,no?"

"If you wish,let's …."

She helped me up the low-lying stairs as I held her hand tight.With her i would never fall,I knew.

"A double scoop butter pecan and a single cup low-fat vanilla please"she ordered.
Amma's knew everything.They really did.

She quietly watched me slurping.She smiled. I watched her watching me. I thought she didn't know just like she thought I didn't know of the mutual glances. I caught hold of her as tight as before and got down the stairs again. I wanted to tell her something. What something? I never knew what to say. Least in such times when I wanted to tell people this somethings.But I wanted to say something, something very strong. I quietly kissed her on her cheeks as light moisture-filled air made their way through my coat as I opened the only closed button. I threw my arms wide open and I ran. My knee didn't hurt. I wondered why.Oh shoot didn't care about my knee anymore. My hair flying in the breeze, took in the air. I looked at amma.The best memories with her rushed past my head. I was numb. I felt pain but not in my knee. It was a sweet pain. I wondered where. And I did what I wanted to do.

I opened my arms wide open and I ran.
I ran....
I ran....

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Look! A Butterfly .....

Thank you Akansha :) Very nice of you.

Now the rules for passing on this award are:

1.Put the logo on your blog -- I did
2.Add a link to the person who awarded it to you.- here is the link
3.Link 10 other bloggers whom you wanted to share this award to -- I have absolutely no enthu for doing this particular thing.

Friday, November 7, 2008

yayy...a thousand.

An exact thousand hits since the five months of its inception.Yes,i do make it sound like a very grand affair. (Applause)
Now,no need to go that far to give me a standing ovation. :P
Well,thanks for all my visitors but just one crib.I pray thou NOT to send scraps on my orkut profile regarding blog-ular matters instead leave a comment right here on my blog.Thank you in advance.:) :)
The viva-voce/performenace/test week is just around the corner followed by the enticing end-sem week. I already have adrenaline zits on my face and my overdose of caffeine is just worsening the situation.
PFFT.Can't wait to get started with the mugging and can't wait to get them done with.
Beshtu lucku to anyone,anywhere going through the same.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Save Power!

This version of google,our oh-so-loved search engine claims to save 750 megawatt-hours a year.That's quiet a lot.So,help save power and switch to this greener option just like I did.


Really funny,this one.

Chech it out, HERE.

:) :)

Friday, October 17, 2008

Getting A High!

Who need's drugs to go high?
Who need's booze to get drunk?
Who need's Fag to get addicted?


Thursday, October 16, 2008


Proper punchat stuff.
KR sent it to me some time back.Just,opened it today.

Heil sarah!

SARAH PALIN reminds me of Jane umbridge from the Harry Potter series.I never liked Umbridge.I am all for Women power and everything but she is devilish.I meant,Umbridge ofcourse.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008


The law of gravitation existed even when it wasn't discovered.It existed even when it was being discussed and denied by many.It won't cease to exist even if we forget it a hundred,thousand or million years later.

So does God.....

You take a finite amount of time say an hour,two hours or how much ever to learn a particular academic fundae.A lifetime you say is not enough for people to understand you.You,sometimes feel you cannot comprehend yourself.It takes a lifetime to know things,people and anything around you and not without continous effort.But,you expect to know,understand,feel,see,touch God with no effort or little effort.Failing which you deny His existence and claim to be an atheist.
Whose fault is it?

Monday, October 13, 2008

Fenny Benny lava

This video has being doing the rounds for quite sometime.Finally, Tam songs are being recogonised world over.We are going global,even without it featuring Rajnikanth.I hated it as first,even took it as a personal insult towards my people.But,like somebody said Only Sardars and Parsis can laugh at jokes meant at them.
Now,when i think of it.It is pretty funny and equally stupid.nevertheless,Ensoi.....

Here's the original lyrics of the song for people who care,like i did.

Kalluri vaanil kaayndha nilaavo?
Maanavar nenjil meyndha nilaavo?
En madi meedhu saayndha nilaavo?
Ennidam vandhu vaayndha nilaavo?
Haikuvae haikuvae... high speedil vandhaaye…
Eye browai male thookki, I love you endraaye…

Kalluri vaanil kaayndha nilaavo?
Maanavar nenjil meyndha nilaavo?
Haikuvaai haikuvaai… I love you endraale…

Male: April may eppodhum
Female: veppaththil veppaththil
Male: Endraalum ennangal
Female: theppaththil theppaththil

Female: Dolphin gal thullaadhaa...
Male: Ullaththil ullaththil
Female:ullukkul undaghum
Male: vellaththil vellaththil

Female: Pollaadha aadavaa...
Male: Naan pooppandhu aadavaa?
Female: unnaale imsaigal undaagum podhum podhum
Male: imsaigal ellaamay inbangal thaanammaa…
Female: ichchendra saththangal undagak koodum koodum...
Male: saththangal ellaamay muththangal thaanammaa…
Female: Puppuppu poochendae… puyalil poraadum…
Male: Kalluri vaanil kaayndha nilaavo?
Female: Maanavar nenjil meyndha nilaavo?

Female: pennOda pulse enna?
Male: paarththene paarththene…
Female: stethoscope vaikkaamal...
Male: solvaenae solvaenae…

Male: sevvaazhai maynikkul
Female: ennaiyaa ennaiyaa?
Male: scanning naan seyyaamal
Female: sollaiyaa sollaiyaa

Male: naan paarththaal paavamaa?
Female: naal paarththu paarkka vaa...
Male: urgent aa operation seygindra case um undu
Female: anbay dhaan naan seyyum operation case alla…
Male: Ellaikkul nil endraal en nenjam meerum indru
Female: Kannaalaa nam kaadhal kargil war pore alla
Male: tha tha tha thallaadhay… ilamai yerkaadhae…

Male: Kalluri vaanil kaayndha nilaavo?
Female: Maanavar nenjil meyndha nilaavo?
Male: En madi meedhu saayndha nilaavo?
Female: Unnidam vandhu vaayndha nilaavo?
Male: Haikuvae haikuvae…
Female: I love you endraayae…

I always hated anuradha sriram,the female lead singer of the song.She has this supremely irritating nasal,pseudo-highpitched voice that gets on my nerves.

Thnx to shanky for correcting the lyrics :)

Sunday, October 12, 2008

The Three Mistakes of my life!

1) I read his first book and thought it made sense and was a terrific first attempt.Even though,he literally translated Hindi to english.
2) I read the second, thinking he might have improved.I was clearly mistaken.
3)I was Ms.Scrooge McDuck (my childhood hero and long-time crush) to have picked up the third over a Rs 350/- novel which i knew i could get for the aforementioned book's price in the pirated market while on a train from Delhi to Nagpur.

The cup half full;
1)A mail last night from appa said the book made for a fantastic manure to his garden.And,he was overwhelmed on knowing the price.He has ordered for a few more.

P.S:- 1)I wish people would stop using the fairer sex as cat's paw in their plots.
2)An equally fair amount of us believe that life is not all about smoking it up,drinking it up or sex'ing it up.Are we really too normal to be protagonist's in a book?

Wednesday, October 8, 2008



Navami h.52-45 , Uttarasadha Nakshatra h.54-38 , Atiganda Yoga h.02-08 , Balava Karana h.20-37

The last day of Navratri and yours truly has finally risen from her slumber.I wanted to post a lot of things for the last few days but too many journal,assignment deadlines coupled with quiz/sessionals/tests have prevented me against my wish to do so.
The season of coulours,dances,celebration,sweets,food was here.The celebration of
Shakti/Devi,the consort of Shiva/Vishnu in all her glory.The celebration of Womanhood.Nine days of pure,unadulterated festivity.Brilliantly colored rangolis,pulchutridonously
clad women,the bengali-pandals,the gujurati stick-dance and garbas and my Tamizh golus.

For the uninitiated,this is what the hindu festival of navratri is all about.

Goddess also known as shakti or devi is worshipped in three forms with nine names.One for each day.
Durga,the annihilator of everything evil and wicked is worshipped on the first three days.
Lakshmi,bestower of material wealth,money,power,fame on the next three days.
Finally Saraswati,the goddess of wisdom,education,knowledge is venerated on the third.

((The three together could be considered an equivalent of the powerpuff girls.))

On the ninth day all of us who normally claim to study hard throughout the year, give it a rest and let our brains and books cool.That is on Saraswati puja.
The next day ,on the eve of ayuthu puja we clean,bathe and dress all the intruments that make our living possible.Anything from a pen,scooter,AK-47,Bazooka,needle,zhadu is cleaned and given its share of manjal, kumkum.
Then,we have the Vijayadashami which is considered an auspicious day to start anything.Also,on this day we pay our
obeisance to our teachers or guru's.
On the final day we celebrate Dusshera.On this day an effigy of Ravana is burnt in most parts of northern india symbolising the victory of good over evil.

According to smartha tradition Devi is considered as one of the five supreme powers.An equivalent of wonder-woman of the smarthan justice league.She is the female aspect of divine sans whom the male power becomes null and void.Hence,this festival celebrates the female divinty and power.
Three cheers to WOMAN-POWER! :)

Some of my best memories are associated with this time of the year.The most obvious being the GOLU.
Few things i really missed owing to me not being at home were:
1)The cleaning and laying of the ziggurat like golu padi and the dolls,which i claimed to hate but secretely loved doing, amidst all of my mom's obfuscatory instructions.
2)Cloying amounts of protein overdose on all nine days from all of my mom's friends.And an even priceless discussion of it's palatability ranging from "thu,ennadi idhu"."blech,yevlov uppu/oil","besh besh,perfect".
3)Sitting through croaking mami's singing who gently reminded us,"ippo thondai seri illai,avlova nalla padu midiyadhu".While, me and my friends discussed

"I wonder what sen aunty and gumbal are doing.i wish i was a bong,cha!"

"don't worry,you can still marry one di"

4)Waiting for the list of people invited to pack-off home so we could run off to our dandiya night,just to watch our gujju sisters majestically frugging around the dance floor while we desperately tried to catch on or just watched gapingly.

5)Misti doi,moti choor,sweet sundal,rasgulla,milk kheer......(sigh)

6)And ,not to forget the hours spent getting dressed in pink,orange,kajal,bangles,huge ear-rings and everything else.

Festivities are not times you just pray to a deity for something material,for me it is a time i thank Her for the family,friends and everything else i am blessed with.It is not about kolu,dandia,dressing,sweets ,it is about the memories and the people with whom you enjoyed all the above.

Here,i take this opportunity to give my season greetings to all mami's,mama's,uncle,auntie's,friends,pati,tata's,fellow tams and blog readers.

Yah,better late than never!

And,here is a small surprise for you.Since,i could not be at home and be a part of everything i wrote above.Here,is a little something i could come up with.Before that a small description.

KOLU means a sovereign sitting in her royal durbar. As per belief, the concept of arranging these Navrathri dolls on the plank is to depict that Goddess Mahishasuramardini is sitting in her Kolu, prior to the slaying of the demon Mahishasura.

Thanks a ton to SHANKY for helping me out with this.Few errors but i was too lazy to do it again.

No.You are not getting sundal until you sing or dance or mimic or show any one of your talents.Whatever it is that you do well,just record it and send it to me and i will showcase your talent on my blog.Then,you will be sent a complimentary pack of sundal,vathalai pakku,kannadi,pottu,seepu,valai. :) positively!
And for guys,will take you to the next dandiya raas :) positively!
you are just a camera or recorder away!


(By the time most of you read this,you would have already digested all the edible and non-edible thoughts/entities of the celebration.Not my fault,Education kills.)

Sunday, September 21, 2008


Three of us were sitting jobless when....

Me: "I have added this 'My follower' on my blog.You people go and become my followers."
Friend 1: "UM.....All that is ok.But what do we get??"
Me: "silence".pause (oh yeah!i can speak with my silent button on too!) "more silence."
F1: "Tell.What do we get in return?"
Me:"You get my blessings" (feeling very smart)
F1:"Even when we do not sneeze?" (with an obvious smirk)
Me:(lol look)

five minutes later.

I got up to leave.

Friend3(who was sitting there all along listening to the exchange of words very quietly but intently): HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA......(rolling on the floor)HA HA HA HA.

Me(was almost out when i came back running in):What happened?(With my eyes the size of tennis balls)

F3:"That was so funny"(all along stifling a laughter)...."even if i don't sneeze part".....ha ha ha ha ha ha.

I quietly but finally exited the room with a smile writ large on my face.

Talk about TubeLights!!


lemon and lime

In the hostel today,near the white tiled hole which i call the sauna this was the conversation between two girls waiting their turn at the wash basin to wash their cups and glasses.They were holding their respective Vim liquid soap bottles.

Girl1: Arey yaar!Kitna time lagate hain yeh log.Bai log hato hato.Jaldi.Mereko ED karna hai yaar.
Girl2:(all the while not paying attention to what G1 is saying) hm........
G1:Kya sadma pohonch gaya kya?
G1:(jerking G2 forward and backwards)
G2:huh?!? Tera vim yellow hai aur mera green.aise kaise??! (with the most confused look on the face of earth)
G3:Arey simple!!Mera pakka nimbu aur tera kachcha nimbu.

I found it incredibly funny and i had to put it somewhere.GH rocks!!

:) :) :)

Thursday, September 18, 2008


Lately, i have realised that a lot of my friends don't follow english songs.Not just for its lyrics but they hate the music ,the videos and sometimes they simply don't see the point.Fair enough!
Considering a good proportion of us know nothing about our regional music and dance forms.I do not know a reason as to why we must follow phoren stuff.I am not saying all of us who do shouldn't, but if we do listen to it ,it must be for our genuine liking and not because our circle of friends or any xyz follows it.
For instance, a lot of my friends religiously follow metal,the likes of metallica,nirvana and other blahs!I find it highly suicidal and i like to listen to music that leaves my anvil and stirrup in-tact once i am done reacting to the beats or music!Well,thank you,sir!
The point i am trying to make here is ,we always have this prejudice of considering everything english and filmy stuff cool and yo!Why do we do that?Most of us listen only and solely to english or hindi (dhin-chak) music.
Why do the majority of us feel bored in a classical concert?Why don't we try and feel a raag and try to find it's meaning just like we do for an english or a run-of-the-mill hindi song.
When will WE,the present generation discover the old masters in their musical embellishment.
Indian music is the miniature of life's harmony in sound.It has sacred undertones and uniquely synthesises the senses,psychology and spirituality.More than being a sensate pleasure it comforts,soothes and touches our soul.

I will try an illustrate a certain point i had made earlier about feeling the raag.

Below,is raag bhairav.It consists of all the seven notes and is usually sung in the wee hours of the morning.After listening to it continously for a couple of months you might be able to follow it.And,listen to it deeply with love and reverence and you will realise the expungence of negativities in our mind.When the music is playing we must allow it to love us by being willing to involve ourselves into the music.


P.S:I wrote this post for a reason.Very recently when i was telling a non-musical friend to get his beats right by using the tri-tal,i was made fun of by an on-looker!I usually do not care about fun poked at me but it irritates me no end to see unsolicited advice or humour regarding my religion or music thrown at me!A lot of us don't have an idea or neither try to get an idea about the theory of relativity or metaphysics or any scientific fundaes in general.But we don't have the balls(pardon me) to comment about it in public.DO WE?But why do we rant upon something we don't understand just because no-one is going to punch you on the nose?

Having said all this,i just want to clarify how i don't hate western or dhin-chak music.i absolutely adore pink floyd and ABBA.And i sing a lot of hindi songs in public or otherwise. :)


Monday, September 8, 2008

ONCE UPON A TIME, when i was tagged....

A certain Friend of mine verbally tagged me with this task.
I first thought it would be totally stupid to try out something like this,but eventually i did give in.
Here is the basic idea...

  • For the questions that have been asked, write down your honest answer (in a word or two).
  • Type your answers, one by one, on an exactly-as-written-on-paper basis, in the search bar of any image search engine that you prefer (Flickr / Google Image Search etc.).
  • You MUST use the same search engine for all the answers.
  • For every answer, only from the FIRST page of the search result, save exactly ONE image.
  • Once you have a list of images, each corresponding to one answer, compose a post in line with this post that you are reading right now.


DISCLAIMER: I HAVE written my answers in the same font size on the left hand side corner after every picture.but,do try to understand what the pictures says before you peep.It is so much fun!!trust me :))
1) I am passionate about


2)My favourite place

a quite breezy moonlit night

3)I have a thing for
chocolate cakes

4)My comfort zone


5)My favourite animal


6)My kind of art

7)The town where i was brought up
not one ,but two.

8)The town where i live

9)A past pet
my bruno :'(

10) A past love


11) A current love
me,myself and aye!?

12) Best freind's nickname

13) I want
to be contended....sigh...

14) screen name
soak your head

15) A bad habit

16) A dream
i want to go to mars

17) First job

long way to go.....

18) I miss


19)What am i doing right now?

hoo haa haa.

Pictures speak louder than words.Need i say more??

About tagging somebody else.Well,i can think of a few names who i would love to tag but none who would oblige.
So,anybody who reads this and likes it and wants to try it,consider yourself tagged.ah...lest you forget, my name is PRITI. NOT preetthhii,prithi,pretty,prity, get the point,don't you?

(the spelling was for everyone who tagged themselves after reading are obviously going to give me credit right?? :P :P :P)

Thursday, August 21, 2008

barsaat ki raat....

No.No.This post has nothing to do with me feeling romantic and dancing in the rain with my hair let loose.
Lately,it has been raining and raining and ah yes before i forget ,raining.Now,on one such wet day as i came home dripping wet and all that i wanted to do was to sit in front of the T.V. with some hot "masala chai".
It did come true.partly.
Fifteen minutes later,i was holding a cup of hot steaming chai.ah!heaven.And i was sitting in front of the T.V. watching a certain lady named abi who was the sun tv's take on the epitome of womenhood.All tamizh mami's agree!I see her as a stupid,terrible tamizh speaking lady who walks around everywhere carrying a purse on her shoulders!I have been waiting for 2 years to see her put that purse down.I have given up.
I absent-mindedly picked up the 2H pencil lying on the table and an empty drawing sheet.
half an hour later this is what i came up with.
Yea,his vehicle looks a little wierd with split ends in its tail.After a little contemplation i realised how sub-conciously i had made the above photo.I had been praying to God to stop the rains and also to kill everyone at Sun TV in a tsunami which should happen only destroy the whereabouts of the channel.How would that happen??I don't know.

So,you see how incredible our human mind is??What we think comes out in some way or the other.
Genius or what???? :P :P :P

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Race against Time

I got this mail from my brother yesterday.I cracked up after reading it just imagining my brother sitting with his usual "i-cannot-believe-this" expression.This reminds me of a similar incident just not-so-long back.

Hi Priya,
IF you ever happen to come across this movie named RACE. Race against madness, insanity...... ; that truckload of crap. please stay away from it and save from wasting three hours of your life and the countless hours regretting it.

with that cheerful not/admonition

Karthik anna

This experience of his reminds me of Fanaa.It had been two months since i had gone for a movie with ma.Just me and's always a pleasure to go out with her.Time when you can talk utter crap ranging from religion to philosophy to life to teachers to almost anything and getting in return some seriously experienced fundaes from a best friend i call "mom".And the absence of two males who raise eyebrows on any girly talk was a much needed change.
This is what happens when you have the right company but choose the wrong movie.The movie was three hours.But they say a movie is as long as it feels and by the time we were out mom had aged 200years and me a 100.I would have aged only 50 but for my mom's constant cribbing throught out the three longest hours of my life.

Having said this i would just like to thank the makers of these movies for having made such debacles.It relatively helps us appreciate the other really good ones.right?

Relativity.I hate relativity.Why should everything be relative?
Time,Space,grades,performance,adjectives and just about everything.Why can't somebody be good and that's it! Why should someone be better,best or badder(?) or worse??
It never works right for me.But it works for the world.The damn relative world!!
The RACE from RELATIVITY continues.

Monday, June 23, 2008

geht Deutscheland!

I have been highly charged up through out the EURO 2008.It's wierd how i like the sports i don't play on a personal level.I don't think i have ever watched badminton so rhapsodically.It's amazing to see people who actually live the game.The game,the players,the crowd ooze out so much vigour.
Pity our india can make an Australia every year but can't beat them at the game we try to be so passionate about.This clearly tells us where our gaming loyalties lie :P!

Notice how Trix and Flix are wearing bangle like things.They look so insanely cute.

So all fellow deutsche supporters say "geht deutscheland!!"
Hüftehüfte hurray!
Hüftehüfte hurray!
Hüftehüfte hurray!

Thursday, June 12, 2008


woo hoo.
woo hoo.
dhin chaa.dhin dhin.
This is the song for my i-am-elated dance.
Why is she so elated?One might ask.I have started my own blog.duh!
Have been reading some blogs for few months.Some real nice with big barron words and everything.So much so that i check the URL just to be sure that it does not say,others that were written with the sole motive of making the readers mind as miserable as the writers.In case,i turn out to be one of the latter,it is not my fault.Some unknown forces are scheming against me.There is no way i am becoming the first.Out of choice or that's what i like to think.

So,now i am a part of the's see how my tune goes.When i think of a band ,i see myself playing the bagpipes for some strange reason.So i assure we are going to have some tough jam sessions ahead.
Good Luck to me and to you, my dear readers.

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