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B is for Bugs: No, not Bugs Bunny, the cartoon character, but Me. Bugs as Im popularly known as...and have been known all my life (not all my life mebbe from class 4!!) and it just stuck. Long ago, I had slightly bunny teeth, too! Oh yeah....Bugs is a big, walking, talking contradiction.
B is for books: My first love. My love affair with books started long ago and continues till date. Books, the only things that can hold my attention for a considerable period of time, in other things my attention span varies from 5 sec to 5 min (im exagerating, here!)
B is for bread: Ohh, soft, crusty, crisp...I love bread. Bread in all its forms, flavors. I could eat bread anytime of the day. But I need variety, in bread too. Fresh baked, its a plus.
B is for Besant nagar: Home!!!!!! The only place I will ever live, If at all I have to live in Chennai. Never lived anywhere else all my life. The only place with which I d associate memories too...
B is for the beach: I love beaches....At one point of time, I was found hanging around in the beach of the aforementioned Besant nagar. I love the sun, sands, the waves, the smell of the sea...
B is for being brash: I have always been called brash and boistrous and I will not contest that at all. I see brashness as a positive trait and for me its just being gutsy and bold towards a higher order of being a wee bit rash...yep..nothing bad about it.
B is for believing: Believing in God and believing in yourself. The two things that I have always believed in believing (!!!!) and I dont think it fails. Believing in others - something that I am learning...slowly but steadily.
B is for Banality: Something I dont really like..being banal, boring and predictable. Especially banality in books, advertisements, pick up lines, conversations...I believe in new ideas, being creative in every day stuff as much as possible.
B is for breaking free: Breaking free from work, from monotony of everyday life, from tradition, from establishment.... basically living life...the way you want to.
B is for balance: Maintaining a balance in all things that I do. And its not so easy. But I shall strive until I perfect the art..
Before you all wonder what this is about, this is a bloggers` meme. Yet another of my attempts to keeping my blog as well as a few others` alive and kicking.
Here`s how it goes:
You would have to comment on this post and ask for a letter. I shall bestow upon you, the boon of one letter, with which thou shalt pen down 10 words beginning with that letter and what the words mean to u and why. and then you may pass these to others willing to play.
So, whats holding you back? comment, ask for a letter and you shall be awarded with one...
Meme courtesy: Mahima and Miz B
As I sit here trying to cool off after a hour`s workout, i know I have to post as I have something to write about. Yesterday was memorable after all.
It was the first concert after we took up as SABHA committe members. It was an awesome violin recital by Vijay Kumar. He kept us all spellbound. His violin seemed to sing the words out with all the feeling. " Yenna Thavam seidhanai" was so full of soul as he played it....
The accompanying artists, Kalyan and Vasu are good percussionists too. I have heard them play before and they were as good as usual, probably better.
After the concert, we rushed to Vsantotsav, which is the spring festival - a night of Indian music,dance and food. The dance floor rocked as usual and I danced like none was watching. Oh well..not that I care, but I just used the expression. The highlights were the koothu i did with DC and the enactment of " Woh Ladki hai kahaan.." with N, which was hilarious!!!! Im wondering if anyone has snaps of me during this one..Im sure twas quite funny!
It had a real good time and I was glad I went. Initially, I had second thoughts about attending it..but Im glad I did!!!!
over and out
Bugs
It was the first concert after we took up as SABHA committe members. It was an awesome violin recital by Vijay Kumar. He kept us all spellbound. His violin seemed to sing the words out with all the feeling. " Yenna Thavam seidhanai" was so full of soul as he played it....
The accompanying artists, Kalyan and Vasu are good percussionists too. I have heard them play before and they were as good as usual, probably better.
After the concert, we rushed to Vsantotsav, which is the spring festival - a night of Indian music,dance and food. The dance floor rocked as usual and I danced like none was watching. Oh well..not that I care, but I just used the expression. The highlights were the koothu i did with DC and the enactment of " Woh Ladki hai kahaan.." with N, which was hilarious!!!! Im wondering if anyone has snaps of me during this one..Im sure twas quite funny!
It had a real good time and I was glad I went. Initially, I had second thoughts about attending it..but Im glad I did!!!!
over and out
Bugs
A fitting Tribute
I dont know how to start this, this is by far the only piece that has had me searching for words even though I know exactly what I want to write. It has been an emotional roller coaster to put down all that I want to. This post was long due. But it really dint have a pupose or meaning. But now it has, as I know that she has started reading my blog from India!!!
I have known you all my life. You still tell me that the first time you saw me was when I was 3 or 4 years old. Then years later you came into my life again, playing a small part. Years passed and then you played a little more important . But all along, in all my teen subconcious, unassuming,unrealizing, I had began to emulate in you in some ways that I am even surprised of.
Then I left school, and then you " graduated" too to a new position in my life. Now a small but very relevant digression: I read some where that while growing up most kids tend to have a sanctuary in somthing, someone or some place. Its like that they find solace in that place away from turbulence or the monotony of life or peer pressure. I dint think much about it then . But now I know. Your place was my home away from home, that solace, that sanctuary. That place that felt at home yet away from it.
You were ( and are) my inspiration in so many things. I absolutely owe my writing skills to you, and I have no problem in accepting it. There are so many things for which I look up to you too...I really cant list them enough. I cant help but think of all the evenings spent with you. Would give anything to get those times back.
I cant find words again for a lot of stuff. You have been my best critic for everything that I do, my motivator, my sounding board, my shoulder, my pillar of support, my fashion consultant, my friend, philosopher and guide. I dont know what I do with out you.
All said and done, you have provided that stability to my life when I needed it most ( more that what you d ever realize). I am at a loss for words. I cant carry on anymore with this. All I can say is that I admire you for what you are, love you for what you have been to me and cherish our relationship forever....
I have known you all my life. You still tell me that the first time you saw me was when I was 3 or 4 years old. Then years later you came into my life again, playing a small part. Years passed and then you played a little more important . But all along, in all my teen subconcious, unassuming,unrealizing, I had began to emulate in you in some ways that I am even surprised of.
Then I left school, and then you " graduated" too to a new position in my life. Now a small but very relevant digression: I read some where that while growing up most kids tend to have a sanctuary in somthing, someone or some place. Its like that they find solace in that place away from turbulence or the monotony of life or peer pressure. I dint think much about it then . But now I know. Your place was my home away from home, that solace, that sanctuary. That place that felt at home yet away from it.
You were ( and are) my inspiration in so many things. I absolutely owe my writing skills to you, and I have no problem in accepting it. There are so many things for which I look up to you too...I really cant list them enough. I cant help but think of all the evenings spent with you. Would give anything to get those times back.
I cant find words again for a lot of stuff. You have been my best critic for everything that I do, my motivator, my sounding board, my shoulder, my pillar of support, my fashion consultant, my friend, philosopher and guide. I dont know what I do with out you.
All said and done, you have provided that stability to my life when I needed it most ( more that what you d ever realize). I am at a loss for words. I cant carry on anymore with this. All I can say is that I admire you for what you are, love you for what you have been to me and cherish our relationship forever....
Tell Me A Story...
Continued from here...
As he walked home lost in such thoughts, he could not help but notice a small clearing ahead among the conifers. He did not remember seeing something like this but thought it was his memory playing tricks on him. He sighed. He was no longer twenty years of age when he was a tall strapping youth and could remember all that he was told and all that he heard.
As he ambled on, almost mechanically, now even more eager to reach his destination, he heard noises. Noises he hadnt heard in a long time. Noises that were sinister to this part of the world - his world. A kind of a swish-swish, as though a broom was used to sweep a dusty floor. He stopped. He strained hard to listen. And then out of the instinct that possess those people such as him who have walked the earth for many many years, he turned towards the clearing. There was nothing.
His pace quickened. He hurried as fast as he could not wanting to catch glimpses of a time, long gone. Of people, long gone. Of memories that have been buried with time. Now he realized that it was indeed that time of the day that did not belong to him or to anybody on the earth. Thus reflecting, he walked the rapidly descending road. And dusk gave way to night....
To be continued here
As he walked home lost in such thoughts, he could not help but notice a small clearing ahead among the conifers. He did not remember seeing something like this but thought it was his memory playing tricks on him. He sighed. He was no longer twenty years of age when he was a tall strapping youth and could remember all that he was told and all that he heard.
As he ambled on, almost mechanically, now even more eager to reach his destination, he heard noises. Noises he hadnt heard in a long time. Noises that were sinister to this part of the world - his world. A kind of a swish-swish, as though a broom was used to sweep a dusty floor. He stopped. He strained hard to listen. And then out of the instinct that possess those people such as him who have walked the earth for many many years, he turned towards the clearing. There was nothing.
His pace quickened. He hurried as fast as he could not wanting to catch glimpses of a time, long gone. Of people, long gone. Of memories that have been buried with time. Now he realized that it was indeed that time of the day that did not belong to him or to anybody on the earth. Thus reflecting, he walked the rapidly descending road. And dusk gave way to night....
To be continued here
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