Musings of a mermaid

After taking a sabbatical,here is a short story. He stood still looking helpless, totally stymied by what had happened. It was so unexpected…so sudden…life sure can throw unpleasant surprises at you, he thought miserably. What can he do now? Nandita wanted to move out….ASAP. He had never thought this day would come. He had been happy as a bachelor and had assumed Nandi was too. After all, he was approaching 40 and Nandi was just three years younger. Their lives were half over. He had assumed the arrangement would go on forever. He had been totally comfortable living with her. There had been no awkwardness, no discomfort. And marriage was one thing that both had sworn to stay away from. They both had felt very strongly against it. Naveen had been a witness to his parents’ constant bickering; he had made up his mind long ago that the fringe benefits of matrimony weren’t worth it. Nandi had seemed to be of the same mind in this, hence their arrangement had worked out fine. He h...

Iam a bad raconteur but this is just a scoop of my life presently presenting an anthology of snippets :). Treat this as an amphigory Have fun! Our college is not a johnny-come-lately.After that hurling of caps event in june by super seniors and being welcomed by a musical water fountain am here to scribe a few things. It’s a Prof-centric college they say.But it’s a TA centric I have to say.All powers lie with them. How much I hated that bias.Cramming over endless (end-the-list) sessions,those high funda KSM{for people who don’t know it’s Knowledge Sharing Mode},those cribbing and hollering at the top of voice after surprise test and other tests are worth mentioning. Venting my woes: I have already become 2-point-someone{CGPA for 4 you see }.Already formed a DCH/2-point someone track here with Seema and Sreeja as the other protoganists. Some introduction: Seema,the over enthued,ever smiling,heart-throb of many is the SAC member(Student-Activity-Committee).She was the one primarily respo...

Basking in the lap of Nature A Rustic View.................. N a t u r e ' s M a r v e l

After a tiresome night cupping in an exam I opened my Inbox to find an e-mail with subject named "An interesting game" sent by Mayank Raj which has been circulating in blogosphere.In a quest to refresh myself and Arvind started off with it(took 2 hours :( ).Voila I could see the granny dancing \o/ whose pic reminded me of the grandmother of Peter in Heidi. Try playing this: http://www.freestuffhotdeals.com/hacker/1.html Its awesome. The first few flips might make you feel boring but the pages post 12 took me on a ride. Every page carries a sufficient hint to the subsequent page. Navigating through the first page is pretty simple. Type 2.html Since the word two was punched there,it carries hint for third page. Type three.html. Page 3 has roman numeral hint.So understandingly the next page has to be iv.html. Lucid explanations stop here.Page 4 is written as ruof enough to carry hint.Type evif.html Page 5 says:ffiivvee,nevertheless the next link ought to be ssiixx.html. Page...

The valiant voice of a valetudinarian finally rises vehemently in vapid speech pondering beyond the veil killng off vestige of potential passion woken from delirium by the vociferous clan, his visage contorted in anguish.Having no viable verdict in an attempt to vivify all in experience that engage his heart and intellects and after many vicissitudes of fortune sunk into abject and hopeless problems in veritable terms. Finding no answer and having changed position to the veranda still having not got any viable response wrung hands and erased the eerie trying to vividly remember about the voluptuary virtuoso who had been so virtuous was bit by a virulent creature wincing in pain for sometime before venialling the creature. Trying to veer my thoughts I thought about him,a vegan by nature vermilion smeared on his forehead ,highly voluble and veracious who loved velvetten ,a vexillology hobbist,a humble vaudevillian veteran vowing to vanquish vice,never vacillates and hardly vacuous,versat...

Finally here am after loitering in my new college campus after weeks of dillydalling taking off time to post about it. The first days of my stay in B'lore was scary.I lost my bag and stuff.That makes another story altogether.Brings me to shudders.Visited Iskcon temple was awesome.Gave me immense solace when I visited. Talking about the college now: Though the college campus is small,situated in Electronics city,Hosur road the verdant lawns,maintanence and infrastructure deserve a big mention.Cool breeze wafting around, the first time I drenched in the rain here,those sprawling lawns,the dew settled in the plants and grass are worth a talk.Thankfully I don't wake up from delirium by the sound of screeching brakes now. The weather is quite chill when compared with Hyd.Eveything is fine except for the cost of living which is exorbitant to say the least. Seniors here are very affable and hospitable and the very thought that we have to take up a project in first sem makes me cold. P...

Yesterday while skimming through the channels I happened to watch this show called "The Big Ticket" in Headlines Today.Assuch I love the way they whistle the songs in movies.There was this interview where a "Nagesh Sarva", person associated with bollywood for 30 years now has been interviewed.The whistling sequence in "Main Hoon Na","Barsaat",the forthcoming "Dhoom2" were all contributions.What started as a prank whistling girls now is his passion. I love whistling very much and wish i'll start humming a tune someday. Whistling started in the days of R.D.Burman with khamoshi being a hit.Later in "chori chori jab nazareein mili.." from kareeb and many more to site are ambrosia to ears. I wonder how we fail to give credit to them and I tell you it's a bit difficult to whistle than to sing and get the tune according to lyrics. Has whistling been overshadowed by singers?

As the time is ripe for me to headstart to Hosur I had this neck deep work of cleaning home(read house keeping operations).Just when I was dusting my mom’s cupboard an old notebook caught my attention.Awed I opened.The papers were a pale yellow ocher but the designs were mesmerizing with simple dots and serpentine curves done with a pen which unfurled many memories. That was kolam or Rangoli or Muggulu ,a skill interwoven with traditional family life in TamilNadu. I remember how my granny an early riser herself started her day by first watering the trees then spread the dung all over the frontyard evenly allowing it to set for a few minutes and drew kolam making it look beautiful with her skills with minimal erases.Dots would turn into wonderful designs in a matter of seconds and Voila! the kolam would be bordered beautifully. Come Friday or any auspicious day there would be something called “ padi kolam ” with all horizontal,vertical and diagonal lines neatly drawn and bordered with ...

The azure sky glimmered in the first streaks of dawn.I trudged into the forest humming a mild tune.The Sun splashed its first rays on the ground. At the fork I took left;"This path is less taken I thought",with the dense overgrowth covering the entire path.There was sepulchral silence.Basking in the lap of nature I was cock-a-hoop about its glory.I headed further.A Magpie chattered somewhere,a blue Jay snazzingly cooed in its rustic mood ;the hot Sun was bearing upon me.Then I heard a soft gurgling sound making me stop at my tracks,curiosity gripping in I turned towards the sound.A small waterfall emerged out of the blue in my view.The sight made me awestruck for moments.I felt as though i would rock in a swing and sleep blissfully amidst nature's marvel.Following it a cold breeze blew which ruffled and caressed my hair.The scene resembled as if it’s been scooped out of a movie.My eyes swept across the ground and from a distant view a small lake emerged into my view..Afte...

I was tagged by Rajeev{after assuring that I’ll blog consistently and won’t disappoint him this time}.It is called some simple pleasures in life.Sounds good.Atleast makes my grey cells active and thankfully something apart from the ubiquitous siesta and fiesta to some resilience.This is the buzzword in blogosphere from quite sometime.Here are the 10 from my end. 1.Snuggle in a cozy bed with a good novel to skim through, by the side of window with nice breeze wafting in, mellifluous song being played(quaint songs double pleasant) and in parallel have something to munch and no one to disturb me. 2.Relish mango pachadi and poran poli that my Mami makes and all the yummy dishes Jeeju prepares{Slurp!!absolute delight}.Paratha’s ,icecreams and chocolates anytime ready to grab and if nothing comes my way the ubiquitous curd rice with lemon pickle{so divine} will do. 3.Enjoy the Monsoon with its myriad of moods and connotations.Drenching in the rain and then a cup of nice ginger tea,some pakod...

"Vini Vidi Vici" It's been a long time since I updated my impoversihed blog.Hence this post. First news :Finally I'm a 100% Engineer.Yeppie!!!\:D/ . Hey I had my results out recently,I din't flunk u see ;) Presto,we had fun in our farewell party ,ofcourse it was a tearjerker.*sob*. All good things should come to an end as they say.I miss my Engg. life for sure. This is a post to contribute my success to so many people who made a difference in my life somewhere at crucial stages.This is the best way I thought I can honour them. My job..hmm..it was a Marathon in itself.Always at the receiving side of not holding one :P..life was tough thanks to my great cousins holding plush jobs ,plum sals elsewhere.Well,there came a moment where I painted the town red saying I hold one too.LOL About my D-day I made into WIPRO .Feel elated and at peace.Thanks to my Brother-in-Law.We had to combat somany thinks in between and that was the day I landed up in Hyd attending another ...

Apropos to the day,I often wondered what is such a big deal about " Birthdays " except for the fact that the person is born on this day.There is no reason to go gaga and it's all about the hype,totally being pampered by everyone thereby creating fissures in my ever resilient mind,may be.With a Oh-It's not so great day for me attitude that remains etched in memory and apparently the celebrant has no reasons to celebrate,except perhaps his or her survival. Well,to be very precise I would Thank my Mom for all the Marathon toil she put this day 20 years ago,enduring great pain,My dad and sister for all their affection and good culture they have inculcated in me.Yet,Iam still unaware of a society which gives gifts to Mother,a congratulatory reminder of her accomplishments. Instead the offspring has all fun.Birthday presents are reminders of how palpably unfair life is:The person who puts in the least effort reaps the greatest rewards(well stated by Shashi Tharoor). Yes,it ...

One of my personal favourite posts being posted to retain consistency to my impoverished Blog:) Celebrating the Monsoon!! Shall come up with a new fine post very soon on a special occasion ;). Read More.. Happy Blogging till then.Greetz and cheers!! Do keep commenting buddies.

Language has always been a vital tool for communication.We are indeed lucky to have so many words at our disposal-To explain,define an object or idea or to communicate. Having come across many words originated from Greek and Latin as in root words or likewise,certain people were responsible for the origin of some words . We have boycotted many people,objects and events out of disgust and exasperation From our lives.The word ‘ Boycott ’ owes its origin to Charles C Boycott,an English land agent,who had a thoroughly difficult task of collecting high rent from Irish farmers.In protest the farmers ostracized him,not even allowing him to make purchases in town or hire workers to harvest his crops and the word boycott entered into usage to denote ostracism. The word ‘ silhouette ’ came into popular usage just before the French revolution.The then Minister of Finance Minister of France,Etienne de Silhouette,advocated a simple life so that excess money could go into the treasury.from then silh...

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Where is Happiness?I have always pondered over it.Does it exist in external objects,things,money , people....hmm the list is endless.Nope.In true sense it lies within oneself because if one is dependent on external things the moment it ceases to exist happiness disappears along with it. A poor man can be happy aswell.It is all about the state of mind that matters.It can be realised in small things around oneself. Gorging on Mom made recipes,piping hot rice with pickles or being with chirpy friends,A baby's smile gives eternal bliss.If one is naturholic then watching the “elusive” rainbow, its vivid colors, drenching in the rain with arms akimbo,splashing water,jumping in puddles or making paper boats turning umbrella upside down and watching it move swiftly, having a hot cup of coffee ,staring at the azure blue sky on a sunny day,cuddling with a favourite book or just experiencing the lovely weather could gives immense happiness.These can be forever be etched in memory.What say? It...