why me????

CAUTION: i observed that my sense of humour is bad in the mornings. i rewrote this post in the morning.

Post starts....

my parents work in banks. both of them. so transfers were as common as sardi (common cold). so i was happily living life in Hyderabad, when we got transferred to Delhi. wen i was in sixth class. then i enjoyed four glorious years there. i would have been there even a little longer, but my brother (aunt's son) and my mom were adamant abt me pursuing my further eductaion in Hyderabad and becoming a suucessful Saaaaftware engineer staying the in VOOO.S.A.
sorry everyone. i am neither a saftware engineer nor at Vooooyesa.

so every summer we used to visit all my relatives in Hyderabad, so that my mom would not have any tension of "what-the-kids-are-doing-at-home-all-alone-by-themselves" for the two months of the holidays.

everytime and i mean each and everytime there were three types of co-passengers:

• Uncle's and aunty's whose Son's were at the US
• couples with kids aged between 3 months and 5 years.
• people who start taking out anything and everything which can be classified as "EDIBLE"

SCENE ONE : kids are cute. really. i love them and want to have atleast two of my own may be two / three years down the lane... but picture this situation... it is summer.. second class.. too many people.. tooo much suffocation... everyone is haggling about the seats... all the vendors shouting...aa caffeeeyyaaa ... aaa chhhaayyyeee... buttermilk.... ice creammmmmmmm... idli..vada..dosa

pooor kids... wat else can they do??? every one is crying.. running noses....all the kids want to have ice creams and tiger biscuits.

SCENE TWO : we used to travel in AP express. so, many people know telugu and we get talking... maa abbayi vooosu lo unnadu (my son is in the voo.S) (what is he doing there??? no they dont want to talk abt it...) nooooooooooooooooooooooo.... why dont you go?? what are your future plans?? (my future plan at that time was to successfully get down the train without shouting at any one, or give some rude answer and be treated as an outlaw...) thank God i was not pursuing my engg.. they would have forced me to apply for MS.

SCENE THREE : the third type are the ones who get in with an extra gunny bag of eatables... moongphali, being the most commonly carried eatable. the one with the outer cover... so even before the train starts, the train floor is full of chilke (methinks they are called chilke.) and then comes out the popcorn and chips..they are dutifully offered to everyone around the 100km radius. not that i hate food. i love food. sometimes i wonder if i eat to live or live to eat... but my appetite is dead.

SCENE ONE +SCENE TWO+ SCENE THREE == curtain raiser for the summer holidays...

its been sooooo long since i travelled in a train. inspite of all the hungama, i am missing it. really.

PS: Voo.S.A == U.S.A

Soumya's theory of vada...

Vada as in the eatable..------------------------->
the round one. CIRCULAR...methinks everything happening in the world is coming back to the point where it more or less started. as in it ends where it started.
Picture this...
in the stone age.. people didnt know how to communicate. they didnt have a common language. they didnt have a language at all. so they used sounds to communicate with each other.... then they slowly learnt the sign language... and then slowly various languages.. then they tried to communicate in a common language.
then Alexandar Graham Bell was born.. and therefore the telephone. so people started communicating long distance... then came the computer... internet... and wat not.....

if we observe.. intially even the companies had registers and most of the people who were uneducated put their finger prints. then came signatures.... then the swipe cards.. then the digital ID cards...
but now if we observe, the direction has changed and we are covering the second half of the circle.
now we are using retina scan, finger print to access higly classified areas / data. we are back... to fingerprinting digitally....
then we hardly have time to speak.. no time at all... all of us stopped communicating... its only some strange short text messages.. (KISS: Keep It Short and Simple it seems). no time for talking face to face... no time to see all the hilarious expressions... only some smileys...not that they are bad..but its that we are imagining smileys instead of the actual person....

we are losing all the actual contact with all of our loved ones...that is the most saddest thing...
its been about six months since i met my best friend. we just send some mails, some fwds and the usual "Happy New Year", Happy Birthday cards....

thats the thing. its all ending in the same place where it began....


Million Dollar Question: how many time did i use the word "then" in this article....
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Rush in your entries....
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Identity Crisis........

its weekend again... bcoz right now, there are only a few malls here, come weekend and all the people in the city along with all their cats and dogs throng to these few malls. and the stamepede starts.. but then that is ok... no problem... we are used to pushing and shoving... bcoz we Indians are tolerant people...... the air is full of smell of corn (masala corn.. cheese corn.. God knows wat else..), popcorn, pizza, cakes, chocolates and what not...
still ok...

the only pathetic thing is most of the crowd in the age group of 20 - 45 (hopefully) are wearing their company ID cards.. for God's sake... the card is around our neck like a dog's chain from monday 8:00 am to friday 7 pm. ok agreed bcoz the company is paying for our bread and butter.. and bcoz we are loyal (hahahahah) or bcoz we will be fined if we dont put them around our neck.. we have to use them...

but really i feel all the people wearing them even on weekends are suffering from a major
identity crisis. me thinks they have this need to be noticed.. or some worse than that....
it has become a sort of status symbol.. Thank God and the companies for not mentioning teh designation on the cards.. i dont even want to imagine what would have been the size of the ID cards then...

the other day it was our new year (Ugadi).. so i went to say hi to God... lo and behold.. there is identity crisi at the place of God too.. there was this guy who had put on his ID card... God save all of us.....

most of them are from the service industry... and most of the are Saaaftware engineers...who are coding on Voracle and Jaaaava. ( i dont mean to offend any one.. in fact i work for one of the saaftware companies too...well sort of)...

i am unable to find a proper end to this blog. thats it.

of jasmine phool and air coolers

its that time of the year again.. time for YUMMY mangoes... time for more and more ice creams... time for power cuts and aaaahhhhhhhh the cool evening breeze.... and the fragrance of jasmine.....
summer nights are heaven
unfortunately bcoz some of us were forced to grow up... no time for summer holidays......

my favourite memories of my summer holidays were at my aunt's place. and the best part was that my sis and me were treated specially bcoz we used to come from Delhi for the holidays...
they have an independent house... so all of us cousins used to sleep on the terrace... that was the best part....
though till midnight we all would be attacked left right and centre by the mosquitoes... but then the cool breeze starts... aaahhh... no cooler / AC can be as cool.... and then it was absolute heaven... till 6:30 in the morning...
we had a rule that all of us had to get up by 6:30am... and then get ready by 9:30.... all of us kids..
and then after having a delicious breakfast / lunch (watever)... it was time for indoor games...
carrom board was an all time favourite... follwed by ludo (if any one knows wat it is), snakes & ladders (anyone who doesnt knw this can die in a spoon of water)... all the games were played only in the room which had an air cooler.. no AC's at that time...

and then it would be time for hide and seek... with all the kids in the street.. wooow it was fun....

and then poor little chubby me grew up... came to the "very-important-intermediate (+2 for those who dnt understand intermediate)-which-can-make-your-life-if you-study-very-very-very-very-hard. and there is always that intelligent cousin / neighbor who is always the brightest student in the class and always getting first rank..
i never understand how people can get first rank always... cha life would be sooo dull... always getting first.. no change... no thrill of not knowing the answer and using God's gift of creativity... pooor kids...

all of my friends in my colony used to go for morning walk.. it was sposed to be a brisk one.. but we literally crawled...get up at 5:30 and go for the walk.. we used to come back after 2 hrs...of gossiping and gossiping again. and then came engineering and MBA ... hmm way too long to write in this blog....

now Soumya is a responsible girl, working for a good company... but no summer holidayssssssss...

mummyyy i want holidayssss


and hence i conclude that teaching is the best profession.. u get to atleast show a way to the future of the world.. admire their intelligence... learn a lot from them... come home by 5:30... and the best part is TEACHERS have summer holidaysssssssss ( apart from fun.. i think teaching is the most honest and the best profession.. no place for stupid cut throat competition.. and also the satisfaction after the day's work is incomparable)

finalllyyyyyy i tooo have a blog. but by now ever person on this planet and their cats and dogs already have a blog of their own. so may be it is not a big deal. but may be again it is-- for me.
methinks there is a prdestined moment for everygood thing to happen in life. and unless that time comes no matter how much i try, or cry i cant really get wat i want to, the way i want it.. may be most of the people i knw will consider it a loser's attitude.. leaving something to detiny means i am not working hard enouh to get what i want or that i am not ambitious enough.... may be they are right and may be they are wrong....
but if there is no unexplained and unexpected stuff happening in life, may be life wouldnt be as exciting. we would know wat would be the result of doing smething even before we do it. no excitement.. no awaiting... no elation... no happiness that we got what we wanted... because we already know the result... boring is what i feel....

so because my predestined moment of me having my blog has arrived.... i am writing this post now.

(hey bhagwaaaaaaaan i wrote so much of unconnected stuffffffff )