We are all flu-ed!!

It was five in the morning as I woke up to start my day. After a little bit of breathing exercise, I made my way to the house to have my daily morning bottle of water. Something was wrong with it. Something terribly wrong. It was green! Green water. I waited for amma to finish her nature chores and come to the kitchen. As soon as she did , I burst open.

" Amma! Water is green ma. "

" Theriyum. I know."

" Naa kaarthalendhu paccha (quite literally) thanni kuda kudikala. Enna ma. What is happening? You know last sem, somebody found a roach in the hostel water cooler! Bwaagg. I don't even go near it now."

" hm.... Ok. So?"

" I want water. And not some green, algayish water"

" Hmm... You know all this swine flue chakkar everywhere."

" Ya, that is in Poona. We are in Nagpur! But, why is the water green?"

" You know vilva maram ?"

" The one at the back of our house, no? Enna ma, pudhir podara?"

" Your college has people from everywhere. Its scary whom all you share the air with!!"

" Huh?"

"Besides, In ayurveda such flue viruses can be fought with vilvam leaves. I have boiled the water with vilvam leaves in it. Its good for you only. By the time it is time for appa and me to return back , you will have a strong anti-flu bubble around you."

"It tastes like omam thanni" as I gulped a glassful of the slightly greenish water.

The mother, whom we shall henceforth call Superwoman without a cape (SWAC), is a non-practicing Ayurvedic doctor and extremely wordly wise. Later in the day, I read up about it and our monk who sold his ferrari says the same. I have always been fond of natural sciences, ways and means. Nature, I think, has most answers. To the ones nature asks us and for questions that come up anthropogenically.

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
-William Wordsworth

Heart Calls

His hand turned the golden of the door knob; a shiver ran through his veins on touching the cold metal. He entered the door to his empty home, no not a home, he thought to himself. This was just a house. The home is where the heart is and for him, it was amongst the Lodhi garden where he had let his sister score a ten thousand runs, the mama road staircase where she had written K anna with the mother’s red lipstick, on the study table in front of the window near the guava tree where me mugged for his board exams and the most in the kitchen that was once small but had been turned into what his grandmother pointed out was unnecessary extension by the new lady who had taken over the reigns. He remembered a particular day when he had tugged the sarree of his sleeping chitti at one in the night asking for roti and beetroot subji.
“Also a glass of bormee, chitti” he quipped, as she made her way into the kitchen from the bathroom.
He entered the coldness of the room and habitually switched on his laptop. The Microsoft opening credit gave a little tune to the otherwise serene surrounding. His stomach grumbled and mumbled as his laptop, Archie revealed the picture of his family. He would do anything for a plate of sambar sadam topped with the home-made nei. He waited for the wi-fi to connect him to the world he wanted to connect physically to but couldn’t. He carefully arranged his socks and shoes in the stand. Everything had to go to its rightful place after it was done, he always said.
“What about you? Don’t you have to go back to where you came from? Isn’t your work done in this place?” He closed his heart from taking over his head any further and made his way to the bathroom and took a quick bath while chanting the hanuman chalisa. He made his way to the semi-pseudo-ish God’s zone which he had tried to recreate like his pati’s, bare-chested but for a thread did the sandhyavandanam.He skipped to the kitchen to grab a bite. His mind half wandered through the pages of naukri.com and his institute job site and absent-mindedly re-heated the day before yesterday’s daal and the yesterday’s rice. The monster hunt for a job was taking a toll on him. The recession was sucking from within and without.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have a wife who would make hot meals for you when you returned home? Why don’t you get married da?” the sister had casually pointed out yesterday during their usual morning conversations. She was half hoping he would reply that wives weren’t robots who only cooked and cleaned but equal partners whom you loved and cared for and vice-versa. When he hadn’t, she just rolled her eyes. Men!

(to be contd, when feel like)

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.
yayyyy!!

AH.....Chooooo!!!

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?
G2:hm.........
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!!

:) :) :)