Mein aur Meri Tanhayee…! [My loneliness and me]

My third interest and one of the important aspects of my life is ‘writing’. I am not talented and I am not a perfect writer, in terms of world standards and requirements. But, I know I just fine to say a few things about myself and about the things I feel and reciprocate!

Now, I guess reading a lot made me write simultaneously. Even otherwise to improve my handwriting, I had written a few passages copied from other text books and borrowed sentences must have kindled the writer in me! I don’t know when or how I got into writing a few lines to few poems, few stories and then a novel [in my standards]!

I wrote my first poem when I was in seventh standard. Now, how early is that?! That was a sweet poem about a person, who was dear to me by the emotional values [Ok, I hear some musings here]! Exactly, I would not call a love poem or an expression to an opposite gender. But I would like to put it as a state of overwhelming feeling for a person in other standards a human being who had been kind and compassionate to me!

It talked about the various things that person did and how I reacted to it. It was a wonderful flow of emotions like, Wordsworth says “Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings”.

I shared it with my friends and they all praised me…I had written it in a dairy and kept the poem close to my heart as a ‘First Love’ vista! Then, I forgot about it and about poetry as well. Even when I read it today, I can feel the presence of the freshness in mind!!!

I completely forgot about this factor in me for days, then suddenly one day I heard somebody in the school talking about poems and poem competitions…I woke up from my reverie and knew that I too did some thing of this sort. On pestiferous friends, I too wrote few and then there was some praises about it happening in the air for sometime.

They said, ‘Kavitha, it is too good. You should write more’. I said fine and wrote a few in my dairy. I wrote about my dad, my mom, my sis and about varied few things. I was a feminist, I guess in my earlier days of life! I have some poems about female sufferings and female upliftment! Those contexts are related to few of the sufferings and atrocity against feeble women I heard around the place I lived!

I grew up and my thoughts got mellowed and I wrote many others. I wrote to praise beauty, praise nature, love about nature, about my friend, about relations, about aunt, about uncles, a dedication to my friend, in appreciation of my lecturer, dedicated poems to a lady, I wrote about dowry, about man, his laziness, his pride, his love, his passion, his clutches in life, and about every aspect of life in full dimension. These writings used to be companion for me and I used to pour my feelings into them. After a point of time, these little poems became a vent for me!!!
When I was in my 2nd year of college, I remember my lecturer who handled ‘Plays’ for us was a very different teacher. She was very lively and made us do a lot of experiments with language. She did not just come, teach and go. She inspired us to write and appreciate language [I did BA English Literature, as my under graduation degree].

We looked forward to her classes and her classes were fun. We explored a little bit of her and found that she had a love marriage and she married her professor in college. She did her MA English Literature in the Madras Christian College (MCC), the best known college in terms of standards and best teaching for arts and science subjects.

She told us her story and we wanted to feel the love she explained and smiled away to glory. Then later, I came to know, that the professor she married was my maternal uncle’s professor too and he had handled classes for them apart from the regular classes and my uncle had gone to their house for classes.

Now, this is second time something like this happening to me. In school, I had an English teacher who inspired to read and learn the language! She happened to be my uncle’s classmate in MCC?! What a coincidence!!!

My lecturer keeps an eye on me after knowing that I am somehow closer in precedence and then what, I in limelight! Second year, in college in when you focus outside your text books and the reality dawns on you that you are part of the elite group who go to college everyday to gain knowledge[That, is obvious reason, but we do otherwise, isn’t it].

We look out of our text books and there is a literary event in which you take part, the literary committee for which you are an assistant secretary and there is a college magazine that requires articles and it is to be done in another 30 days!! Oh! loads of things to be done, there is a chief guest who is a contemporary writer the best in the world of writing and you have a speech in front of him! All weirdo combinations of work to be done!

The circular reading out for contributions to the magazine does its rounds of announcements and in vain there is no single written document on your hands. The lecturers pressurize you and you in turn look at the class and beg for a single article if not a borrowed writing!

You get some articles flowing in and you breathe in an ease of air…not lasting long. Your lecturer has a different idea; she throws open the floor for a poem competition and then you are trapped in it by your well-wishers. You always have them backing you whenever they are asked to do something. Like in this case, there was poem contest, many wanted to write but the fear of being ripped naked in the crowd, voice for you and call you the most read and lovable poet!!! Huh! The language has so many adjectives, now!?

I am done, or my life. The quotient that was in my dairy was being exhibited to my lecturer! That too the one who knows my uncle?! Now, that calls for serious trouble, she said the poem should be about love and nothing else, as it was Shakespeare class and we were doing ‘Twelfth Night’ a wonderful romantic play!

She asks me to stand and a few others and she said, ‘First you guys attempt at it’. She gives me a sly smile as I stand there with my head focused on something below my feet!!!

I too start raking my brain for words and I knew I am a William Wordsworth, could not churn out poetry without a feeling attached! Finally, it pours and I start writing and take it to my class. Did I not tell you the topic given to us?! Oh! Yes, I basked it in one single mistaken word –Love, but speaking very directly, it was “First Kiss”.

We all in the class fought for a change of topic but the lecturer did not budge. The next day, it was ‘read-out’ day, luckily I did not have to read out my poem, but she did make a point to ask me if I had done my share!

I nodded coyly and said ‘Yes’, don’t read out but tell me what comparison you made. I did not want to tell her, and pointed at the others to reveal first. My friends, the best companions could not resist that and made an anthill out of nothing and made me speak in the lowest volume ever possible in my entire life.

She asked me to raise my voice to audible levels, reluctantly I did and then after hearing a few lines she put her right hand to her forehead and sat! The whole class looked at me and I was under a hundred watt spotlight, glittering and gleaming!

When I finished, all she said is, “I think you have never been kissed” the whole class swept into laughter and giggles. There were secret giggles amongst us and for that she said…’Oh! This class has a lot of experiences, let me catch them next class and left!!!’

After she left there was no time gap for my class to pour in their advices or grievances. The next day she advised me a lot and said, ‘Your poem is good, your writing is good, but don’t be a Meta-Physical poet [the poets of the era of English Renaissance -17th century] but be a romantic poet and write about nature, cat, dog, animal, love, rain and all the beauty in life!!!’

I still remember her words and they echo in my ears whenever I try to write something meta-physical. I went on for higher education and along with it I continued my writing, it brought in new flair and there was a varied subject that I wrote on. I got into the writing arena of paper industry and developed an interest in writing articles, post and covering certain events for the newspaper. I parted my poems as ‘Birthday Gifts’. Since we were doing management studies, my friend suggested we could use my skill to write ‘Greeting Cards’ and sell them across world and become successful business woman and men!!!

I slowly developed articles and then I wrote my first short story, at the age of 22 years, inspired by own life and giving it a twist and turns and making it very romantic and painful at the same time. My first short story, I did send it to ‘Womans Era’ magazine, hoping that my story was one among the best short stories that were being published in the magazine. The short story got returned within a week!!

Being in an IT company, the access to the Worldwide Web, the e-media, the advancement of Technology, and the advent of online personal dairy – the blog…gave varied dimensions to my writing. At first, I was indisposed with the idea of writing something personal on a media that is accessible around the world; I came across a lot of blogs that spoke about personal experiences and only them!

My work being mainly focused on English and writing, I was asked several time by the interviewers and fellow people, as to why I did not have a Personal Blog apart from an Official Blog page, for the only reason being ‘Writing is my Primarily Skill’. I pondered over it and the proposed to have one blog page, just not to be left alone on the path.

I created one and started writing and thus continued to write…till this one!

PS: The poem on ‘First Kiss’ turned out to be fiascos coz; I had compared the event to a daily chore in a man’s life such as Brushing!!!

My Tryst with PG!!!

Does this title invoke oddment in you; believe me more riveting in reading it!? I will clarify the shortened form of the title does not refer to any ‘Censorship Certification’ for any film that I am to demonstrate!!!

It has been few days; I have been thrown out of my comfort zone and let me be wandering in the wilderness.

I am lost and there is darkness all around me. I look up at the skies above and see darkness and that too in different shades of it…I was lost totally lost! (God damn, the sky is cloudy, enough to welcome me with a torrential downpour as if to cleanse me!). I had nowhere to go…I was given a piece of paper and asked to talk to someone unknown entity! They said, you can live here and that too for a limited period and you had to find your own accommodation.

I was on my knees asking them to forgive me, let me go, send me home to my family…who even if they did not want me will certainly show some forlorn love to me…but it never happened and I landed in this ever mass of land!!! At least, I sighed that I was on shore… (Oh! One shore deprived land to another, my mind said!).

Setting my feet on this land, I was reminded of the land I was in and it flushed my mind with memories of yesterday and drove me to extend of being lost amidst my own men!

But then I took my soul and wandered deep into the woods and found myself a vehicle that could transport me to the vegetation and the ‘promised land’. I set my journey, which lasted more than my entire trip from the ‘Land of Nawabs’ to this ‘City of Angels’ – Bengaluru (Can’t give up the idea of writing –Bangalore, Alas!)

I got here and just settled on the piece of land my small brain reminding me to search for a permanent settlement and not get carried away with the life of living in a ‘Guest Accommodation’.

Here, it was heaven, you have a cook who makes you hot roti (bread) and waits for you to have the last bite of the roti on your plate, to drop an steaming hot one with tasty dal (lentil gravy) and sabzi (vegetable cooked with onions, tomatoes and spices) that’s mouth-watering. (I guess, every food that is even not palpable will look good and inviting if you are lost and starved)

You have the housekeeping to attend to your needs, they fill your bottles with drinkable water and see that it is always to the brim, even if you tend to take only a few sips in a day, leaving the bottle always filled, like the ‘Akshaya Patra’ (magic vessel) (Oh! yeah! the same one given by the Sun-God to Yudhishthira, during the exile! Yes, the exact vessel that did not go empty!)

You can leave your bed not done in the morning and find it ready for you to slip into the warm sheets in the evening, neatly binding to the ends of the bed and inviting by the time you get back.

This all is for another week, tells me, my stupid and senseless mind that prop up in times of dire ecstasy and lets me down when in dire need. It makes less of decisions and only suggests!!! What to do, can’t change my mind or bargain for a new one, have to live with it! So, I ask it to clam down and let me think.

I set on a mission, now I have the Worldwide Web at my office, I can’t afford to crib that if only I had the access, I could browse for some advertisements and get some numbers to call people and start looking around.

I had it and had to use it, I went ahead and logged on to a portal that exhibits advertisements of the sort, Sulekha.com and got some several numbers and the most appropriate locations.

I send them to my personal mail id and kept thinking that Saturday and Sunday will be a day out!!

As they say, “A job well begun is half done” on the pretext I too laze around thinking that I am almost there and it just needs some tightening of loose ends.

But no the title cards have only rolled by, the main picture is yet to roll on, as in to make me an assurance, it wasn’t only Sharukh’s famous dialogue in ‘Om Shanthi Om’. I dilly-dally over the week in the new office, meeting new faces, and new avenues, kind of adjusting to the new offshore connectivity cubicle or desk for myself and droll in the glimpses of heaven given at the guest accommodation(Huh! the word ‘guest’?!).

The dreadful day comes in quicker than I could bat my eyelids twice. I gear up not losing hope and being pampered to a real delicious breakfast, I venture out with all my gears and gadgets ready….I walk on to the street below my heaven and look up with a weary face and the closely hugged dearth of losing ground.

I set on my hostile expedition, I have no clue where I stand and what the place is expect with a piece of paper that I can read, which says the address of the place. The phone numbers I had on the paper, had markings as available with food, without food, 2, 3, and 4 sharing…and that’s all.

Now, knowing the local language is a BOON or DISGUISE, I did not know until I started talking. If you know more than one South Indian language, I am sure you are to get confused and or at least speak in a language that almost has an equivalent meaning for each thing you want to describe or pronounce. That’s what exactly I faced, when I had to converse with the auto-wallahs in Bengaluru!

(…to be continued)

Mein aur Meri Tanhayee…! [My loneliness and me]

Series -2

Hmm…it has been a little too long a gap between my series 1 and 2. My second interest in life after music is books!!!

I started this flair also quite young! I remember, when I lived in Calcutta (now, Kolkata), I used to travel to my hometown, Salem by The Coromandel Express. These train journeys were fun and great thing to look forward.

The meal in the train, the home food packed in dubba’s (boxes) that lasted only for one meal through the entire train journey that lasts for two whole days…in the days gone by! And we had to open the dubba’s and eat the food as soon as we got in, coz they used to be so deliciously made. They were mostly of favorite stuffs such as, poori with alu sabji or tomato rice with alu fry or lemon rice with alu fry or some soft idlies with that perfect chutney or just some chapathi’s with the tomato curry……Man, even now my mouth waters thinking and writing about those delicacies.

It was great fun to manage the stuff on your lap and eat…without spilling them on to the floor of the train. Otherwise, it would be a big mess, unless somebody comes cleaning it, normally this cleaning would be done by some grown-up kids or some physically disabled person, a means of earning for them!!!

Just the thought revolts, my dad used to pay them appropriately coz, even in their plight there are people who used to walk away without doing the deed and would be perfectly able. Some lazy guy, who sought means to earn a penny by mocking an act!!!

Ok, deviating from the topic…I am talking about the habit of reading. So you know, by now, where does my scenario come from!!

On these long journeys, when I was in school and very little about in 3rd or 4th standard, I started reading the Amar Chitra Katha, Tinkle, and Panchatantra stories….!!!

I brought them for a price of Rs.5, which could buy you a lot of things. My dad used to not get those saying it might hurt my eyes…and other things. But I insisted on it and would buy them. I had two wonderful bound books of varied stories and legends….but some friend of mine flicked it from me…! Alas! I will not forget her deed, even though I forgot how she looked!!! The irony is that I lost them in Bangalore, the same Bangalore where I am right now?!

I used to get on to the train, wait for the train to leave the station and then devour on the food that we carried and hold on to the window seat and sit comfortably with the legs folded underneath my lap and open the book and read the lines….and drift into a world of my one…Kavitha in Wonderland!

I used to love the cool breeze across the face and on my hair…I still love traveling by the window seat and the breeze on my face!!! It feels like heaven!!! You can see the dry and wet lands pass by, the greenery, the forgotten lampposts, the devastated temples and buildings, the big round well in the fields and the varied trees and pathway that get you lost in to cities and towns you never know!!! The graphic representations on the books would used to come alive on those vacant spaces!!!

I developed my reading habits with these small kids’ books. Then, I slowly got into reading Tin Tin, Archies, Asterix, and various other comic books.

Slowly, I got bored with them and moved into big series books such as Edin Blyton – The Famous Five, Robert Stevenson – The Treasure Hunt, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn – Mark Twain, Charles Dickens – The Oliver Twist, and David Copperfield, and many likes!!!

I was in fifth standard when I went to watch a play - A Midsummer’s Night Dream by Shakespeare enacted by a troupe of London Artists, in a violin shaped auditorium in Bangalore(now, Bengaluru). This violin shaped auditorium is called Chowdaiah Memorial Hall. We all received an adapted version of the play in easy understandable language as a hand-out. I remember having the hand-out close to my heart locked in a cupboard for long!!!

I was surprised by the way the play was done, the curtains, the costumes, the make-up, the artists and the whole thing. I guess, I decided to do a little bit of acting myself. I had in fact shook hands with an artist and felt like a queen…as this privilege was given to very few of them!!!

I have played the role of ‘Lady Macbeth’ the main protagonist in the Shakespearean play ‘Macbeth’ during my school days. The acting stint of mine was also due to a movie, I got to see early in my life an English movie in a theatre, ‘The Sound of Music’. This movie influenced me to learn the English language in the right and proper sense!!!

I was very much impressed by the play and fell in love with Shakespeare as well!!!(Still do). I started reading his adapted versions of his plays by various authors…!! Plays like As You Like It, Merchant of Venice, Midsummer Nights Dream, Macbeth, Antony and Cleopatra, Twelfth Night, King Lear and The Tempest.

Thanks to being in a central board education, the best of my companion in school was my English books…they were two, one Non-detailed and another Prose and Poetry text.

The non-detailed text book had these adapted writings of the famous novels and several short stories, which were from some of the famous writers, R.K.Narayanan stories and novels, Ruskin Bonds stories, Charles Dickens, Shakespeare, and many others.

I started carrying them instead of buying novels and short stories coz, they were costly and my dad did not believe I could understand all that stuff….!!!

Then, when I slowly grew and got into college it was mostly fiction and then when I comprehended the world and the knowledge spread across the world I got into non-fiction stuff and got interested in reading books on various genres of writing.

I have read a lot of them starting with Sidney Sheldon, Robin Cook, Jeffery Archer, Arthur Hailey, Robert Ludlum, Irving Wallace, Jawaharlal Nehru (One better Indian Writer), Gandhi (the worst writer), Rabindranath Tagore, Girish Karnad, R.K Narayanan, Ruskin Bond, Ayn Rand, Sarojini Naidu, Adolf Hitler, Bernard Shaw, Benjamin Franklin, Milton, Napoleon Bonaparte, Shiv Khera, Robin Sharma, Paulo Coelho, Khaled Hosseini, Shashi Tharoor and many more……….!!!!!

End of it what, obsessed, I am obsessed with books and book stores, you end a messed up reader who goes mad after seeing a bookstore and picks up books more than you can read at one time!

Mein aur Meri Tanhayee…! [My loneliness and Me]

Series I

I am transfixed by the sentence, ‘Leave me alone’. Heard this sentence from the days of school and had even wondered what it meant, until I grew up and started confronting with my parents for all the things they asked me to do and I royally reflected back saying, “Leave me, alone…”

These ‘Leave me, alone…’ sessions were so huge that they brought in many activities that later became a latent talent inside this poor soul. These sessions were filled with soul turning music, books of all kinds, geography, history of places, writing poems, short stories, having fun and frolic, chatting with friends, pal friends, and what not. Eventually as I grew, I grew tried of many things and some basic qualities I guess, I possessed stayed back, like writing, reading and music.

Then, it used to be bliss to be alone…listening to good music lying on the bed with the lights off and surrounded by darkness, swinging to the music and enjoying the aura around you. Shutting the words of the parents too early then they start and increase the volume of the song to decibels beyond normal hearing….

Sometimes it was the Sony Walkman or the Sony CD player that used to be companion for long hours and the music used to play for hours together without any intervention when not surrounded by friends.

My grandma, if she did not find me hanging around with the player earplugs on my ears, she used to ask me sarcastically, “Yenge unnoda sevutu, machine? [Where’s your hearing aid?]”
I used to just give her long gawk and then reply angrily, “Ithu onnum sevutu machine, illa. [It isn’t my hearing aid.]”

It used to bring peace within and the surrounding…whenever it played. I used to look forward to such sessions and had great fun listening to music this way rather than play it in a big stereo system. I felt the words were clear and I found the singer close to my ears singing.

Slowly, I was addicted to music and kept listening to different genres of music. I could not be separated from music and whenever I heard a song or music, my ears would be tuned automatically to the sound and randomly scan my brain for the details of the music that is being played. My mind started to acquire data and store them at a rapid pace.

The small talent of mine, [Yes, I call it that way] got into an asset and do not know when people started asking me about the various music genres and the various songs!

I listened to a wide variety of music, chose some of my favorites among the genres, and stuck to them as mud would to water, until today. I became familiarized with not only Indian Music genres but also with International Music; I started with our very own film music. The days of Vivida Bharathi, Chaya Geeth and the Fauji Pasand were some favorite programs that brought the North Indian Film music to my ears.

Being in Tamilnadu, at an age when I could comprehend things beyond the surroundings, and myself. I was exposed to a lot of Tamil film music too. I heard and being an ardent fan of Illayaraja’s Music, listened to his music more! I belong to the period of his towering fame in Tamil film industry where eight movies out of ten that released had music scored by him.
I went on to learn more about music, but stopped after a point, as I could not understand the ragas and their usage. Nevertheless, later when more knowledge poured in I understood them! I had never been crazy about carnatic music and never bothered to listen to music from a raga’s point. I love film music and had been happy grown up listening to it. I slowly listened to ghazals, pop, reggae, disco, rock, soft, love ballads, fast love songs, love songs and listened to them all in my loneliness and they became a companion.

I was motivated to learn music one day that I joined a class of ‘Classical Hindustani’. I was baffled by it and wanted to master it. Alas, it was I, who had to travel from one place to another, this time it was my master who got transferred as her husband was supposed to join his another branch office. There went my taunt at music along with her. I was good at it and even practicsed every day at home, what she taught me. She was surprised and told me, ‘It is amazing at the pitch you are learning things.’ There I guess, the eye of warth fell on it and my venture on music remains unchanged!

Whatever said and done about the roots of the main stream music, such as Hindustani, Hindustani Classical, Carnatic, Western Classical, Western…these all fall sort some way, when it comes to Film Music of our Indian Subcontinent. Indian Film Music has almost all the elements of these various classifications in a right mix and composition!

Film music has played a varied role in our lives and still is we have seen our parents melt at the songs of their period and we at our era and the younger generation at the music of their era.

It seems to enthrall us all….be whatever the period, irrespective of it, was it SD Burman, RD Burman, Bappi Lahari, Anu Malik, Louis Banks, AR Rehaman, Harris Jayaraj, or Illayaraja. We have surrendered our hearts to all the wonderful singers of whatever the era and still feel happy to listen to them and surrender to their voice! We sometimes try to imitate them in their singing attire that we lose our own identity.

We become mad of the lyrics, the music, the voice, the joy in the song and are happy as if it was for us and only us the song sung! Our parents say their era had wonderful soul whirling music and consider their age a golden age, agreed but if I sit back and listen to our era, I feel it is not behind that distinct mark.

Yeah, now, the music is taking a significant change and have gone into more western music and western sounds, but people have changed so is the music, what say?!

Anyways, the golden era and the silver era isn’t behind and we even find many music directors who are trying to recreate the music of these eras for the young people with a dash of western sounds to it!

Washrooms of IT Companies!

A particular act of the masses has been so much levying on my mind for some days that I am not able to come out of it and how much ever I try to rationalize with the act, in vain.

With the advent of civilization came the usage of baths, toiletries, toilets, and places of private usage. But in today’s modern world in the concrete buildings and huge structures of offices in cities, this small enclosure that is used to excreta the human wastes has become more in demand for all the other things than its intended use.

I don’t know if I can generalize this act, but for the line of reasoning and to come to a rationalized necessity, I am generalizing it and using it for both the genders of human kind.

The most private and the enjoyable place of human inventions are the Washrooms, no doubt about it. It is 100% the best relaxing centers, seats of discoveries and salvation’s to everyday problems, OK. You people are getting the point; I can already hear smiles and nodding of heads.

Archimedes, found his theory of determining the object density when he was in his bath, the volume of water displaced must be equal to the volume of the part of his body he had submerged. Such is the worth of that private enclosure.

Yeah, so where we were…that place has so much to offer to us, in return of the SHIT we do there. But, who cares!!!

The toilet seat is the best and the convenient place on earth, none of the comfy sofas and beds would offer us such comfort. We are almost comfortable doing anything from reading a newspaper to magazine, a fiction to a non-fiction writing, doing mathematical calculations, working on our interest rates, the balances in the savings account, pondering over the ever increasing credit payments to be done, recollecting the outstanding bills to be paid, every damn thing we can think about sitting on it, which we can’t process sitting in the comforts of the sofa, air conditioners, the lavish rooms, the personal computers or along the waves of surfing that we do day in and day out.

When it has so much to offer can you give away your piece of heaven to someone or with something that disturbs you. Exactly, I can hear your “No’s”…I sympathize with you.

This is the comfort that it offers anywhere it is be it common place washrooms like the shopping malls, cinema halls, airports, railway stations, highway gas stations, restaurants and our very own offices, we can open our God given personal computers, our ‘brain’ to ponder over all the things that we forget the instant we are out of it, Alas!

I know we come to office for the job that is offered to us. But, at any point of time you can see at least one-fourth of the population, oh! You think it too much, Na…it might be a little exaggeration, but it’s fine, ya. Thank god, there are intervals in people taking their time… Ahem! Let me get to the point…

The point of my rationalization with the act is I find the afore said place is being used for all the other purpose along with the intended purpose.

Let me start with some good introductions of usage-

1. It is a phone booth. You can find all kinds of conversations, I guess the emptiness and the solace of the compartments make people move to it, as if the other places are crowded, anyway, conversations of cajoling, laughter, romance, brotherly, sisterly, mother-daughter, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, husband, children, boyfriend, one0night stand, newlyweds, newly-engaged, newly- in-love, introductions all kinds of conversations possible.
2. It is a relaxing center with the phone on ears. They comfortably sit on the washbasin stand and that too with stretched out legs and clasped hands, thanks to the ear phones and mikes, you don’t’ even have to hold the phone in your hand. Don’t whom or who is on the other end, you don’t whether they are talking or listening to the silence, who is benefited the ‘Service Provider’.
3. It is a place for all the private talk. This is the most common phenomenon; people come in groups and go in groups. I seriously don’t understand how this is ever possible. And even after they are at the private sinks they don’t keep quite, they continue with the over the door conversations, and if you ever hear you really go mad, at listening to all the code and decodes in the sentences. You never know what they are talking.
4. If you want to pick a fight with your loved ones, this is the place. You can scream at the top of your voice nobody hears and you can also hear the sorry and make-ups to follow.
5. The best part, if you want to have talks about the gossips going about in the office corridors or things like who gives a stare at whom, who is impressed by whom, who gets the most allowances, who is going around with whom, what are the affairs that are legal and non-legal…Oh! what not, a plethora of details and stories, indeed!
6. You can also hear the vivid descriptions of the most happening discount sales and the wonderful collection of clothes and accessories in the town and across the city! The best places to eat, shop, roam and hang-out! You can even catch one or two beautiful reviews of the movies that are running in the town !!! Not to forget you also get a medical help to the several or lighter problems in life which is a mix of all the ‘pathy’ of medicine known to human cure!
7. Last, but not the least, the intended purpose. Hmm…at last peace in using it for the right purpose.

I am not able to understand how they can deny the privacy and the peace of the place and putting it use for the right work. Some people even still talk with the phone on behind the closed doors of the closet. I wonder how they do it!!!

It is very disturbing when you find someone in there talking, laughing, arguing, cajoling, and doing what not. It sometimes feels as if they might be laughing at you, with no purpose. It is so senseless and I wonder, why, they hell they built the washrooms in the first place.

Or sometimes, I am really motivated to write a letter of requisition to the authorities asking for a phone booth area for all the love talk these people want to have or conversations of magical importance to themselves and let me do my work in eternal peace.

But, what should I have the subject line of the mail, keeps me dropping the idea…I feel tempted to say, ‘Allow some peace in the private closets of the Washrooms.’

You can read a detail of a 'Men's Room' here at my friends blog :
http://mota-blogs.com/2009/07/17/my-stint-as-a-sw-prof-part-ii/

Umpteen Ways to Seduce Men, But 10 Best I Know!

Here is my contribution to this blog. I am not saying whatever, I henceforth; say is absolutely right or wrong!

I just felt like saying this after all being spent my life till now in an environment that has been cohesive to both the genders of life. I drive some nonsensical theory to the all accumulated glib about the other gender with whom I spend about 1/3 of my lifetime right through schooling till I finish off with my official duties!

Read on, men folk if you agree to what is being said here, I appreciate your cooperation and the women folk who feel this is a piece of information to follow please, rethink!

1. Behave intelligently, but be Stupid!
The turn on for most men is the intelligent part! If you want to be intelligent then get yourself equipped with the most intriguing subjects and interesting articles. Learn to speak intellectually and if you cannot do that just take care enough to keep yourself of the knowledgeable group. Carry yourself as the most knowledgeable one and put up a fight to every other thing the man says! Do not argue for it turns him off.

Try to tell things in a way you inflate his male ego and put in on a dais that treats him as a man of great unconquerable knowledge! Nevertheless, the tough part is though being so intelligibly, intelligent you have to behave stupid coz, men like being stupid. They need somebody to be as stupid as the concept of ‘rain clouds’. You got to be saying, rain clouds is created by God, who pours them on the town or city which has the maximum number of innocent and good people, like him on earth!

Now, I know that it is an unreachable goal but that is how it is! Try, you can do it! We are women of today’s world we know how to play our parts in the play!

2. Be a Kid, but also be a Woman to lean on!
You got be a kid who does all kinds of tantrums and jumps up with joy at the sight of a Cadbury bar. You must also be the woman who can be the person who should be able to decide when he is lost, which path is correct, which restaurant to go, what food to eat, when to go and come, where are the things…etc, etc…,

3. Be Attractive, but not Sexy!
You should be the perfect woman he flaunts in front of his friends but you should not over do the flaunting. Meaning the flaunting should never turn to flirting even if it is from the other side. The friends should not go up to him and say, ‘What a woman you are!’ Even if the person had said in the rightist sense of the right, sense ever said. This episode will be a crime and will remain etched in his mind even when he is subconscious! Never overdo the liberty given to you or to his friends!

4. Be a Listener and Intimate him about his things!
Now, this is the toughest part and you need odes of strength to do it! You need to be listening to all his crap and never raise a word to him. He will not be able to keep his contacts, he will not able to remember dates, even if it was today, he will not remember where he kept things, he will not know what to do in fever, he will not know how to light a stove, etc.

You have to listen to all that he says he cannot do and agree that it is terribly hard and bad on the nature that his small brain is not capable of doing so many things. In fact, you have to help him learn all this and then even remind him of these in a way that, you do not sound BULLY.

If you do all these things perfectly you are an angel, but when you ask him to remember of help him remember it, for example, you casually tell him, Tomorrow is your mother’s anniversary, it will be a blow on him. He might scream back, or tell you with a grudge that he remembers it perfectly and thanks for the help! You have to tell him things in a way that he recollects things in a unique way out of his small brain! Each brain reacts in a perfectly apt way, so be cautious!

5. Right combination of Homeliness and after Dark!
The woman has to be homely that is very much the girl next-door image that is cute and strongly recommended by the immediate blood relations. That is not what is required here, you need to be also the girl who knows how to shake a leg, make a drink, enjoy a drink, and give the right moves and all that in the dark that is not available in the light! This very hard to describe, being naive are gone with those days, when Hema Malini tried to woo Dharmendra! These are days of Kareena and Saif, Shakira and Baby face! There is lot to do in this small world and limited time, that you try to enjoy everything and end up hanged-up or hangover!

6. A very Normal Person with ‘THAT’ Unique Quality!
Hmm…what should I say about this. Haven’t we seen several movies, Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, Rab Ne Banadi Jodi, and many more? It is not the Quantity that matters here as in the unofficial terms, but the in the official terms the ‘Quality’! You got quality that is it. You are a Boomerang; things keep coming to you, not you going to it! You are the centre of gravity, this quality can be anything ranging from a small slop sided smile to the long painted nails…but you should have Quality man!This quality will make him crave and walk upside down but never let you down.

This quality will set you apart the thousands of attractive people and miss worlds and universes…none comparable to you! You are the world and the world is nothing, it is all that unique Quality, mind you! Quality is the motto of life!

7. Be an expert cook and be a non-professional in cook!
It is said and widely accepted, that ‘The best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’. Meaning to say, if you cook him delicious food and make him eat, he is almost there for your every peck and call! You need to cook in the perfect taste and color, that he licks the remains of the food without leaving anything for you! You serve him with the utmost patience and love that he feels eating more even if his stomach does not allow him.

Nevertheless, when he gets to cooking he is the utmost adorable person you know! He might not know ABC’s of cooking, but one bite will tell him that there is something missing in it. In addition, that missing you thing you would have added! He might be able to tell you what is wrong with it, but knows for sure that something is missing.

When he gets into the mood of cooking then you need to forget the art of it, coz any amount of telling him will not work! All the ingredients are there without fail and he might have added some more thinking that it might give him that extra flavor that you always missed! Believe me, you feel like a non-professional in cook even after several years of listening him to praise your cooking and adding on those extra kilos!!!

8. Take life seriously and be prepared for unplannedness!
Yes, you got be taking life seriously. After a certain age you cannot be going fun and frolic. There is a time to play and make fun. rest of the time you are supposed be worried about your future, think and plan for your future. Correct your past, learn from mistakes(even though, they don’t!).
You are supposed have a proper plan for everything you do. You got to know things in advance plan for it and not take things for granted. But, when he is ready for a unplanned trip or event then it is all fun and you need to join. Coz, that is how life is unplanned and unexpected. Come on, ya what is the fun doing all the planning. Tell me does it make sense?!

9. Learn to read roadmaps and never ask for help!
Yes, you heard me right learn to read roadmaps. You might not know what is west or north but if you want to impress him, learn it quick and perfectly that even you are lost in Antarctica, you know your way out of the mess with the help of the map!

What holiness it is? You are not supposed to ask a man or a passer-by for the way or help to guide you. You are supposed to take the address of the place with and adhere to the address, it says lane no 3, then it is exactly after lane no.2 even if you don’t find the lane 2, you have to find it to get the lane 3.

Who said you can approach a person, and ask him for guidance? Don’t you have manners? What will he think? You got to know which part of your house if facing which side. North, south or east, west? What you did not read geography and history in schools?

You can get back home even without finding the way and call up your friend and discuss on the phone for long hourts how you went about the same street again and again but missed the exact spot where you had to take the fright turn, but not ask a person who passes-by for the address!
That’s exactly how you read road maps. You don’t know how to read them, now use the technology, use Google Earth!

10. Be a complete woman, but never a Dumb!
Last but not the least the whole thing of being totally a woman in all sides and angle. Don’t forget your curves and angles to be intact for you are out of shape, you have competition and comparison waiting for you!

There are a whole lot of people who come in front of you from all sides and remind you of being a rounded off figure to some extinct territory! Beware, you got be a woman with the ultimate combination but, still be the woman who is a Woman for the Man!

The ultimate combination is ‘Beauty with Brains’, that works all the time, when his is not working and intact! I know your beauty should do all the chemical reactions and the brains should do the talking without hurting the male ego! Oops, did I say that……..na…na…The brains do the talking!!! You get that!!!

Disclaimer: The above written content has nothing to do with the men I know and with the men I might know. It is just an extension of my thinking mind! What to do I am woman inthe whole sense of being a human!

No intended meaning, here. Thank you for taking it in the right sense, possible!

What to write?!

It has been two months since I touched this blog of mine with some good or bad write-ups or even written about my expressions to my life.

There has been lot happening at this side and the world across. I had been also been affected by some two major episodes of life at large in this world.

The big and most devastating news of the 'King of Pop' - he reigns no more!

He was a legend and he made music for the very meager men who knew not about music but knew to copy his dance moments and thought that they could also make fame like him!

I have heard the songs of Michael Jackson, on the outskirts of Chennai city, where English was a language not known to many. I have heard them down south in almost most of the small tea shops on the highway and the houses of the unknown in the villages!

I have seen small boys, trying to imitate his dance and glorify the act to an unbelievable event!

He will live through these small acts of appreciation in years to come! I wonder what about the future generation who will not be able to see him perform in LIVE!

The next thing that affected me was the marriage proposal of Archie Andrews and Veronica Lodge.

How come, Archie could do this to Betty Cooper? How is this possible? What about Betty, then is she getting proposed by Jughead or Ronnie?!

Why the hell did Archie fall for the snob, Veronica?! How could the writers do this?

I was wondering about them as real characters. But they are the characters of the famous comic of ‘Archie’ that still instill the reality in all our minds when we read them!

I am great fan of this one comic book and it is a absolute read during the journeys that you make up and down every now and then....the two companions of my journey will continue to enthrall me as long as I am there, no worries if they don't know me!!!