Dance again:)

Vids....my neighbour in office....asked me for the link to my blog....I am always soooper happy when ppal ask me for that.....but I was also wondering y she was asking this sudd-suddenly...n then I knew...

Vids wanted to check if I had updated my blog regarding the dance event in Bosco......M not writing it only 4 u...Vids.....m writing it simbli coz I was trying to avoid using the comp at home.....as thats wat I do all day in office....n also coz strangely....I never found d time....

Dance to me....even today is something that I totally enjoi......forget abt d fact that I always dance away my blues...but dance as such has always been an obsession with me....it has again ..nothing to do with the fact that I am a great dancer....d fact being that Im nowhere close to being one....But isnt that a good thing...to actually enjoi doing something that U r ...after all not that great in:)

I enjoi watching dance performances.....ppal tell me I transform when I watch 1....simbli coz I am silly enuf to think that Im not just watching them...but Im also performing with them:)....Too complex stuff...right:)...heheheh

After pestering Vids...v managed to get a slot to dance in Bosco Mane ...I still get d feeling that Vids knew how badly I wanted to dance....n was sure that I was dead serious...n not merely joking..when I told her that v will dance...

There r times...when I believe that U just cant do things alone...U need ppal who share ur passion.....thats where Pravs n Shila step in....though I kept threatening them that if they ditched me...I wud give a solo dance perf....hehehhe:)

Shila is 1 miss shy...n d gal...who almost always ends up watching others dance....while it was always clear that she wud have enjoyed dancing herself ....if she cud get away with all that shy business...

Pravs....is like....wat can I say.....Our Shiamak Davar.....loves dancing herself....But I cant tell u how much Shila n me enjoyed seeing the look on her face....when v told her that v will be dancing to Jinke Mari Naaa...song....Pravs....plainly refused...coz she didnt quite like that song anthe....Now ...the twist was that ...Shila n me...simply adored d song...n were very keen to perform to Kannada numbers so that v end up striking a chord with our audience....so apart from Jinke Mari naa....v had Ninindhale(remix).....then.....Gaalipata song...

Shila did all d song clipping n cutting.....while I did all my usual nakras....

Pravs did most of the choreography...while I kept acting as a filler.....

V ended up having a blast practicing ...v did it in 5 hours....admidst a whole lot of moments where in ...I used to wonder y that Ninindhale song had sooo many Ninidhales....or that Pravs was sliently beginning to adore Jinke Mari Naa...song:)

The event was scheduled on a Sunday...n v trimurthis had only practiced on Friday night....Sat...none of us cud meet up...n Sunday...v land in Bosco.....n I was not surprsied when Vids asked me if v had practised after watching us rehearse...where in..I used to stop after every other step n ask Pravs ...which step is next:)

V managed to pull it off.....n Im extremely proud of our efforts after watching the video...n after d children in Bosco .....told us...that it was a nice dance..AUNTY:)

Missesss

Deeeps

M not writing this out of guilt coz I didnt write in earlier...or coz I want this lady to read my blog....this is written with 1 sole intention in mind....read on to find out......

D 1st person I was ever jealous of in school...actually u n Ashwini(remember her)......were d only guys I was ever jealous of.....when I was 6 or 7.....m not even gonna get to the reasons y.....But I guess it had to do a lot with my studious mind:)

There were always 3 ppal my family wud know abt after I came back home everyday after primary school .....One was Kavitha Kuttapa....d 2nd Roseline Nancy n d 3rd U:)....Am not gonna get to d part abt wat I used to tell them....coz again it had to do more with jealousy induced feelings n nothing else:)

After studying in different sections....I think it was after 7th....that we bonded a lot more.....n I think today v bond better than v ever did.....I am always amazed by just how that happened:)....

Forget abt the fact that we decide a million times to meet up...n always end up not doing so ....But U r d only person who gave me a call after the B'lore Bomb Blasts n told me  ....Take Care...Be Safe.....

I have never called u on ur B'days....but imagine d joy u have when a person....u has known u since Kindergarten calls n wishes:)

Rindy

My bloody relative.....in flesh n blood...hehehe..I know how much u hate hearing this....n now U know y I make it a point to always tell this everytime ur anywhere close to me:)

Love bugging her...coz she is 1 helluva straight-forward person...it shows when she is bugged...n half d time..U might also ending up hearing a bit of her mind too:).....But like I care:)

This lady knows me a lot more than I cud have ever imagined...simply coz she takes that trouble with most of her pals....

If she is the practical person....the rest of us r waste bodies:)

Punctuality is unfortunately in her blood...n nowhere in my blood:)

If she makes sense ...U dont...If u do...she does:)

Take her name when U intend to return back home late or when u sudd-suddenly decide to go oooru ---sooothifying.....n trust me...Ur parents wont mind:)

Krats

They say ppal change...circumstances change...situations change.....ppal arnd u change....but if I had to find 1 person..who acts n talks d way she does today like she did nearly a decade ago...It will have to be Krats:)

Bindaassss.....very Bindaassss....n 1 helluva kind hearted soul......

I have lost track of d number of times....madam has helped us n IGIA:)

Still lives in the illusion that she can even attempt singing.....But as some1 told anthe...truth is always bitter..

Her sheer presence can change d atmospheric conditions n bring in a lot of cheer:)

Cuuul

A 22 year old bicycle.....a spirited mother...n an even more spirited daughter....change in front tyre...n lo behold.....with d wind in d air...n childhood memories....me peddled n peddled...n felt like I had achieved something in life:)

D weather these days is also awesome...reminds me of times when I used to just finish my exams.....n with spring around d corner...n with yellow flowers....all over my street leading to my house.....it used to always gimme a carefree feeling:)

Concerted!

Had been to my 1st...last week....there were bands playing out all kinds of cool music....loved Swaratma...tho I didnt think too high of all that jazzy clothing...they had a sooopper violinist....n terrific music...

Loved the Cuba man....who sang Latin American songs....n had us on our feet:)....He was introduced like this....The man u c before u....has been a fighter for the human cause all his life....he escaped death n faced prison trials for helping peasants when his home country was facing military rule.....we were told that he had served in South Africa n is currently working in China.....

He looked a lot like Jackie Chan to me.....when he was presented an award....he told us that it was his first ever...n after thanking the ppal who presented it to him...he went ahead n thanked the tree:)....[the entire show was held under the tree]...

There were Kabir inspired dohas, an awesome group who played excellent fusion music......n plenty of other great bands...

The music was awesome...it was performed live in the open....d only thing that bugged me....were the ppal smoking in n around us......if ppal wish to smoke....let them smoke...I have no issues....but do be considerate enuf to think of all the poor ppal who might have to endure that smoke....but I was told they dont...coz if they did...they wudnt do it in the 1st place.....

D strangest part was that v did request 1 person to stop .....he did...n moved to another place...but what the hell.....2 different sets of ppal took that place n ensured that the  place was smokier than ever!!!!!!!!

Simbli ritiiing!!!

Leks was telling me last week...that she used to blog...n then there came a point when there was nothing to write abt......

I was hoping that it wudnt happen to me....that I wudnt run out of topics to write abt...But it did!!

Then came an inspiration...when a pal of mine...told me that she wud blog abt socio-political stuff...n I was like....hey...if I run short of topics...I shall write my mind out:)

When my mother asks me what is it that u do on the comp all nite...I tell her...I write....n I remind her that there are no writers in our family n that one day I wud do all u guys proud:)...ya...all this with that comp astrologer's backing that I wud one day...become a writer.....different thing that some of my pals in office hint that maybe he meant tech documentation.....But I have hopes...n s this blog is my 1st n currently the last:)

Have u had pals who visit ur blog n complain that oh....u havent updated anything offlate is it....n then u know...that its high time....hehehhe

Played out!!!!!!

As I sit in front of my comp...writing....I am sooo goddamn jealous of all the neighbourhood kids screaming and running all over the place......d older gals gang playing badminton...the older boys gang playing cricket...n d smaller kids...running and laughing in joy!!!!!

M not even gonna get to it.....as Pravs puts it all the time...I really dont understand what ur complaining abt?...Seems!!!

I do miss out on all the cute lil stuff that I used to get to do when I was small....summer vacations were easily the most awaited times...simply coz it meant that u were re-united with cousins or that they came home....

It also meant times when my mother never really cared if I played all day on the roads.....

V used to play aeroplane, Marco Polo, Tree tree which tree, Train, Chinese Knot, Running n Catching, Lock n key, Colour Colour...which colour do u choose?.....eeeeeesh me all sad now:(

My sister n me used to love playing Badminton....though most of our playing times were spent in figuring out how to get the shuttle-cock out of the numerous trees in our road ....thats abt the only time in my life...when I use to yearn for tree-free land:)

Its comforting to know that u have like-minded friends at times....so u had the whole lot of us playing Lock n Key like people in a mission in Ayyappa Park in BEL Circle after returning from Brinda's house...or us trying the jarabandis n the see-saw enroute to Hassan or playing train, one-legged race in GKVK, closer to home......

What was even more comforting was to hear my 13 year old cousin tell me that I wish my friends were like urs.....apparently some of her classmates play other classy games:)

Cycling was another fav sport of ours...n racing d best part...till date...Im sure my racing companion does not remember also...But I have always beaten her to catching Mrs.Garud's classes 1st....

My cycle has gathered rust...the tyres have given out their air to their atmosphere decades ago...when I was mentioning to my mother...that Pravs got herself a new bicycle ....she told me that lets get it repaired n then u can cycle again:)

Do not have the slighest doubt...that Cma will let her cycle die its death...coz the coming weekend....she is atleast gonne see if someone can unleash new life into it:)

Aiming Fiction!!

I used to dread the fact that my father was Shankar. To the rest of the world, he was the champion of the Cause in SriLanka. To me, he was the man who used to wake me up in the middle of the night, once in a bluemoon, and give me money to buy sweets.

I was born in Dangyuppa in SriLanka. I wasn’t allowed to study or play in peace with the rest of the neighbourhood boys, as I had to play the real game of dodging bullets and bombs to stay alive.

When I turned 10, I was suddenly smuggled by a group of people in the middle of the night to a small boat waiting to take me to Rameshwaram. I knew they were my father’s friends, but my only worry was that my mother was not with me. When I kept crying for her, they told me that she had been killed and that I should leave Dangyuppa immediately or face the same fate.

I will never forget the journey that night, which was going to take me away from my birthplace, my mother, the only entities I owed my existence in the world to.

My mother used to despise the fact that my father used bloodshed to fight for the cause of the Tamils. She used to tell me that when she was a small child, there was hardly any hatred between the native Sinhalese and the Tamils. My mother always blamed politics to be the cause of the mutual hatred the 2 communities.

That night, when I was on that boat, there was just one thing that I was sure of, I would return back one day, suitably armed.

I got enrolled in a refugee school in Salem. That was my first tryst with the outside world. There was so much to learn and to discover. It was then that I understood that knowledge is power and if I had to lead, I had to do it by initiating the change I desire to see.

It used to hurt me to be passive about the injustice, we were subjected to by our matron. There were times, when I used to see sick boys being asked to work even though they could hardly get onto their feet, thanks to the matron, who thought he was King and the rest of us, his slaves. I launched a protest to see to it that he be removed, by getting the children to disobey all his orders. Strangely, I thought I would be the lone fighter, but was surprised by the amount of supporters I had. Though I could always live in the illusion that there were more female supporters than male, I was sure that they were only fighting for their cause. We were rebuked, beaten up, but we never gave up. After 3 long days, we won our battle. We had a new matron!

After my schooling, I knew I wanted to be a teacher, start a school, impart knowledge to those who cant afford the same and enable my people to fight for their rights. If you have ever read of stories of people who work by the night and study by the day,you are talking about me. I will not die the death of a man who did not try enough or give his best shot in pursuing his goal in life.

When I held my degree in hand, strangely enough the only person I thought about was my father. After returning to Dangyuppa, I was told that he was still alive.

When I met him, I hardly felt anything for the man. All I wanted to do was to strike a deal with him. I told him, that I wished to stay in the camp, not as their sympathizer, but as a teacher. I could tell that he was laughing at me. Not that I cared, I was determined.

I started on rather unconventional and shaky grounds.I almost felt like Bhuvan in Lagaan. My first class was held in the open, where I just went around the entire camp, talking about the History in SriLanka. Not that anybody even bothered to listen, probably they didn’t shoot me, as they knew my dad! But thanks to one enthusiastic kid, who came running after me with gun in hand, and asking me if such things actually happened in the past, the entire camp came to a standstill and I knew that this was the moment.

I was threatened to leave. I was asked if my lecture included the facts and figures of the women who had lost their dignity, of the men their families and of the children, their lives.I told them that by returning the atrocities, in all these years, did they gain anything at all? I promised them, then that the whole world would know their story and they would know what the rest of the world was upto!

After making it clear to my fellow campers that I was a non-violent person, I was the unofficial teacher on duty. My lectures catered to space, combustion engines and rockets in male dominated classes and poetry in the female dominated classes. It was a different matter that my classes lasted hardly for a few minutes. But it was a start of sorts.

My next mission was to highlight the cause of my people. The way I saw it, I could see 2 sides fighting the other and causing each other doom. My studies on the Tamil population in Jaffna, showed distressing results.It is not a surprise that we are a minority, but the appalling fact is that we are still a suffering minority, and our rights or the laws against us have not changed in decades. I do not recommend violence to be the solution. I only think that it has only created more damage than good even after all these years. But I don’t understand the government’s agenda. If they want the militants to stop terror, they must root out the cause for such terror.Who would live in a land, where the law is against them, people are against them and where they don’t have the freedom to enjoy a peaceful night’s sleep.

My appeal goes to the international community, the government and to all the people of SriLanka. Help us save our nation. Life is short. Many of us have spent all our lives, away from the solution. Talks, peace treaties and laws come and go. Soldiers come and go. In the midst of it all, I have lost my right to lead a decent life. But I will not stop all of this from ensuring that my people get their rights, where their knowledge would supersede ignorance and their hatred to peace.

Mane

Vid took me to Bosco Mane........now Vid used to take classes on "Life Skills" as part of Dream a dream foundation's initiatives....

I promised her that I wudnt disrupt her class...if she took me along....actually..I dont think I have ever disrupted a class in my entire lifetime....simply coz I was always a big boring studious student :)

Vid was to conduct the class for the ten children studying in class 10.........n I was all too happy to get back to a classroom...

Buddhivantha effects

My 1st n last Kannada movie in a theatre till date has been the "REAL STAR" starrer Upendra's Buddhivantha....which was a total paisa vasool experience....I can pretty much manage the dialogues of this movie...n when I heard Raghavendra n Narendra start off with the Howdu Judgeeamma Nanavanalla dialogue....I made the mistake of telling them the Pushuk antha love bandhanthe dialogue :)

To those of u who have not watched this movie...n r seeing stars....the hero plays a conman n is accused of cheating gals....n thats when the hero defends his statements in court...telling the female judge ...that It wasnt me....

The Love wallah dialogue is actually cute....The English translation is as follows:

There was this guy who was riding a bike on a single wheel...n this gal .....like it happens in telugu n hindi movies...fell in love with the guy....

Buddhivantha apart....let me now take u back to Bosco Mane.....

Vid's topic for the day was "Goal Setting"

Age: 10-14 years

D' Souza was working in a hotel in Mangalore as a "Room Boy"....He has no family.....did not go to school...was earning to survive.....

Ganesh was working as a cleaner in a Darshini....again did not go to school...had to support himself....

The other boys were either employed in cracker factories or in railway stations....n had very little chance to study....

The only thought that came to my mind was that....these boys were all real people....who had no other choice but to earn to survive....forget about studies....they were people who had begun their lives struggling...sometimes without a roof over their heads....or otherwise....not knowing where their next meal would come from....

Age: 14 to 18 years

Most of them are in Bosco....n want to study hard....Suresh wants to work as well as study...so that he can start saving now for all the courses he has in mind....

Age: 20-25 years

D'Souza told us that he sees himself working.....but he seemed rather laid back when compared to the other children who told us inspiring stuff....made me wonder if D'Souza was just telling himself....that ...there is no use dreaming that I will be that...or I will be this....I will take life as it comes.....

Sunil wanted to open an office.....

Narendra wanted to be a software engineer...

Ganesh wanted to be in the Army....

Another boy wanted to join the police force.....

Kumar wanted to be a swimming coach....

But 1 thing they all wanted to do in common....was to give back to Bosco what Bosco had given them....

Bosco's Service

Vid took me around and explained the work that Bosco was involved in.....Bosco rescues children from the streets and sets up rehabilitation centers for them.....I am told they have booths in Magadi Road...in Majestic Railway Station and Bus Stand.....

After the children are rescued ....their roots are traced.....if they have families....they are united back....n if their family is ok with Bosco supporting the kid's education.....then the kids stay in Bosco Mane...attend school....n are supported till they earn a livelihood.....

If the parents are not supportive....the children are handed over back to the parents....

I was way too impressed with the approach that Bosco had ...coz I saw a difference in the attitudes of the boys I had interacted with....Bosco gave the children plenty of avenues other than studies...so u had Kumar...a swimming champ....or Sunil...an artist.....n all of them were people who looked determined to make the most of the present...

I will end this write-up with what the head of Bosco...told me...when Vid asked him if she could take me around the school....He said something like this..." You know these days...there are lots of young people ...who are tired sitting in front of their computers day in and day out...working...n want to make a difference....So they come to our schools...n try to help out.."....

I looked at him n smiled....that sounded way too familiar:)

Untitled!!

The title here is titled intentionally!!!

I dont think I can message the ppal I am writing abt...n tell them that...hey..I have written abt u...coz I know for certain that they wont read this posting....but I sure hope U do!!

Lakshmi Paati:

Our earliest memories of MoC is that of Lakshmi Patti...who used to hug us telling us " Ayyo....my children....they have come to see me.....I love u maa"...............

V used to visit MoC once a month...n there used to be times...when I used to get held up with other stuff...n used to miss the MoC trips....Finally on 1 such visit....Lakshmi Patti had left us.....

Rajeshwari

She is my Aunty in MoC......every month...I used to run to her..asking her if she remembered my name....She used to always call me Sangeetha....n when I used to tell her..no....she used to flash an extremely adorable teethy smile..n call me "Ceeema"......

Anitha

Anitha loves Pravs....that explains y she always comes to me..holds on to me...looks at Pravs...n tells her ..Tu...Tu.....

She is d most enthusiastic person I have ever met...she will run to see u off....she will give us updates on d other inmates..there have been times when she has taken us to her friends....n asked us to talk to them too....:)

She was d one who told us abt the rituals they have in MoC...She is our guide.....

Rita

There are very few ppal in this universe...who..say...even if I were to be seeing them for the 1st time in my life....I can tell that they r adorable....n genuine....

A wonderful dancer.....always asks about u.....if u have had food....if u r doing ok...Watch her dance..once....n u will feel ur heart go out to her!!

Bindu...

Pravs wasnt able to make it to MoC ....d last coupla months.....n our very own Bindu madam....who is blessed with the most adorable smile....I have ever seen ........asks her today in half sign language n in half words....why didnt u come all these days???

Whenever Bindu watches me...I somehow always feel that she knows what Im thinking about...that she can see through my mind.....Must be the smiley charm:)

Anonymous

I am always bad with names.........but I really sad I forgot her name.....My next mission is to find out her name....

She has d official duty of helping out the inamtes of MoC who can barely touch their food....eat....I have seen her feed ppal after ppal....n she does this with sooo much of dedication...that I have always admired her dedication........

Aunty...

This is how she will call u...n then all she wants is for some1 to speak to her....n to be heard....n it makes up her day!!

Talk to me!!

I used to always see her in a lonely situation.....she didnt seem to be the ones who wud interact with others...so I was heading off to her..to try my luck....

Thats when I realized that she is one cute sweetheart.....she loves to have ppal around her...but wont quite accept it:)

Amazed

U will be amazed by the number of times....v have just uttered a simple hello....to ppal....n by the amount of love n affection ....they will shower in return.....

There have been ppal...who on 1st impression wud look like ppal who were introverts or ppal who kept to themselves...but talk to them...n then u will know:)

Paatti

Paati was very sick when v met her last....n another volunteer Veni was feeding her porridge....with so much of patience....that Paati was finally able to swallow food....n Veni told us.....that ..u c..I have a son...who makes a big fuss about eating....My patience n perseverance comes from running after him with food....

Rooooopa

Rooopa loves to talk to ppal.....she will take u to a comfy shady place....make u sit next to her...n start off ...n if u happen to stand up in between...or if u try to coax her telling her that u wud come d next time around.....she will ensure that u sit back:)

Flower

She is the best dressed person in MoC...She loves flowers....a very practical person....by nature...she is not one who gets swayed easily.....she has her head firmly on her shoulders...n is extremely adorable.........

Naaani

She was amongst the first few friends we made in MoC...n v used to have long conversations with her.....V were only required to sit beside her....n she would talk to us abt just abt anything....

Didi

She greets u with a long flowing sentence in Hindi...n that always leaves me struggling for words to frame my replies:).....If there is one thing that all the inmates in MoC love n admire in common....It is Moses....

Y not?

If u see a whole lot of them clustered around a radio with deep attention listening to the news or songs....or if u have volunteers or children performing for the grannies ...or if u have special Christmas or Diwali celebrations....U know who is the driving force behind.....

Baby

She is a destitute who was brought to MoC .....a ver sweet person...who will complain if u r late...or if u dont speak to her:).....

After me!!!

There are days...when the whole wide world is after me....telling me that Cma...High Time...U did this....high time...u did that....Today was one such day.....n the strange part being that a whole lot of them were strangers!!

My driver asks me the question I dont like.....Do u drive?...Y dont u learn??.....My driver is an extremely sweet person.....But me a fully stubborn non-driver!!

I hate Deutsche bank debit cards....n if u went through what I did today....probably u wud feel d same....I blissfully forget to carry cash from home....on my way to MoC this morning.....n land up in a petrol bunk with 100 bucks cash n a Deutsche bank debit card.....Something inside me....kept telling me that....wat if the card doesnt work.....ask the petrol pump guys to put in 100 bucks worth ka petrol only.....But my alter ego....which has been putting me into trouble in the recent past..disagreed strongly..telling me that ...WTH....U used the card a few days ago only naa.....

So...yes....Our car is loaded with 500 bucks worth ka petrol.....n Im holding out my card for any1 who wants me to pay....n yes...yes....the card refuses to work....

Incase I wasnt clear anuf...n Im pretty certain I wasnt....I dont drive!! or rather I cant drive!!...I have been able to overcome stage fear...shaky legs...scary heights......dangerous...by my standards...trekking sites....But road fear.....Not yet!!

So....with 100 bucks in hand...I rush to my driver....asking him if he has cash.....n turns out he is as poor as me....

Have u noticed...that when ur in trouble....strangers land out of nowhere n hurl their unasked for suggestions...which is soo irritating ...that it makes me think....Y cant they mind their own business.....there was this UKP who asked me to keep my mobile phone with the petrol bunk...n to try an ATM elsewhere....I know....He doesnt know abt my everlasting love for my phone.....But seriously..how foolish can any1 get....

The petrol bunk ppal....were firm that one of us had to stay....while the other cud go get the money....To me..It was like a movie scene....where they keep heroines on hold...till the hero rescued her out....

I was no hero...n my driver ..no heroine.....

I admit I was totally responsible for getting myself into this mess.....But it was only yesterday when I was complaining that my life had very little adventures...n God was listening.....I must admit...

D auto driver wud have thought this gal is nuts....coz after taking an auto from the bunk asking him to take me to the nearest ATM..n after knowing that the auto charge wud fall less than 100....I kept laughing when my card refused to work at any of the ATM centres......

Finally....Moses who was in MoC came to my rescue.....n I actually wanted to hand over the 1000 bucks ka note to the petrol bunk fella...n tell him.....Keep the change.....But.....It was only a thought....

After picking Pravs from MoC...who BTW starts off with y dont u learn to drive lectures.....n I give her the most insanest..actually foolishest of excuses....abt how I cant drive....wont drive!!....want to spare other mortals...their lives.....thingy n all....

In MoC...my office team had already left..n I ..the latecomer...dragged Pravs.....to MoC again....Pravs...who had bid them goodbyes 15 mins ago...was back wishing them helloo....all thanks to me!!

Since the ppal in MoC knew I was late....they wanted to know how I had come....n they wanted to know if I cud drive :)

After getting back home...my mother dragged me shopping.....now this is not one of those hep shopping escapedes......this is rice n provision shopping in RMC yard ..Yeshwanthpur.....which BTW is always sooo crowded ...n gets me all dusty n sad.....coz u c a whole lot of labourers at work...carrying huge huge mootas of rice......n other groceries on their backs...on their heads.....n after 1 guy carried 50kgs of rice to our car.......I cud hardly lead them to the place where our car was parked amidst all that dust...commotion....n crowd....we were asked to pay him 20 bucks..imagine!!

On my way back to the shop....d person who carried all that load....asked me..y didnt u park ur car closer...I told him...no place...God knows what caused him to ask me "Do u drive??"...I told him..nopes.....he told me one more sentence...n walked off.....City nalli idhu...neevu yaake kalthilla??

Wat to do!!!

Sometimes...no...no...no...actually....these days tho...I keep wondering every other time...I have the time....about what I am doing....and about what I could be doing....given a choice....yes...am coming to d wishlist of things I have always wanted to do!!!

Pravs got me introduced to it....n I thought it was d coolest thing ever.....

So what is this whole wishlist thingy??

U make a list of stuff u always wanted to do....set a timeframe...n then u will be amazed by the number of things u have actually been able to achieve....now the list should have stuff u have yearned to do....n definitely not only stuff that u know will happen...