This arrives today...Its on its way!!
After some much deliberation,dilemma, diatribing the various cell phone service providers and discussion,I decided on the much needed cell phone.
The story of two girls...
Girl A and Girl B planned on a trip to Bangalore from Chennai, just for a weekend. They wanted to meet up their guide at the IISc, but mostly they wanted to roam the streets of Commercial and Brigade road..(Girl A was the bigger clotheshorse and Shopaholic). They were going to stay at Girl A`s aunt`s place. However, in the last minute,as it usually happens,Kahani mein twist..and Girl A`s mom decided she was coming along too, to meet the Aunt and catch up with family gossip and other such stuff...much to the girls` chargin.
So,all planned and they are off. The bad part of it being tht girl B suffered a bad bout of food poisoning and was throwing up all of saturday & sunday but refused to stay put at home and went about the shopping trip and the perfunctary "meeting the professor".
Come sunday night, the girls and the mom go to get their train back to chennai. They get into the train and find their seats. A man and his family come up and say that the seats are theirs. Girl A...(the "trip manager",self proclaimed of course), insists that he is in the wrong compartment. Poor man is baffled and goes away.
By then, the train pulls out of Blore station. And the TT comes by with the man who was sent away by Girl A.
To cut a long story short, Girl A-the impeccable-trip-planner read the tickets wrong and they are on the wrong train (but still on one going to chennai, thankfully!)!!!And they are out of Banglore and they missed their actual train!!!For a fine, and much persuasion by the Girl A, mom and co-passengers (Girl B is pretty dehydrated and tired after the illness), the TT let them share seats. Girl A given a good lecture by Girl B (who`s perspective has not been lessened by the absence of nourishment and the loss of fluids) about the different options available, what they could still do etc etc & by her her mom for her carelessness...and they all take turns in sleeping on the berths.
What was the outcome of this incident??
For many months and years later, Girl A swore (and still does) that she was sure she booked them on the train that they actually travelled in. Girl B for all her part made sure she pulled Girl A`s legs as much as possible adding all possible spice to the incident and never let her live it up. It was all not too new for Girl A who was already a good target for all the teasing that went on in the chemical department and hence it was just one extra reason she was teased and did not bother much about it.Mom was distraught that her daughter was so careless and wondered if that reduced her matrimonial marketability.But her worries were unfounded as everyone came to know much later.
But about 5 years later, Girl (Woman is more like it) B blogged about it.
So,all planned and they are off. The bad part of it being tht girl B suffered a bad bout of food poisoning and was throwing up all of saturday & sunday but refused to stay put at home and went about the shopping trip and the perfunctary "meeting the professor".
Come sunday night, the girls and the mom go to get their train back to chennai. They get into the train and find their seats. A man and his family come up and say that the seats are theirs. Girl A...(the "trip manager",self proclaimed of course), insists that he is in the wrong compartment. Poor man is baffled and goes away.
By then, the train pulls out of Blore station. And the TT comes by with the man who was sent away by Girl A.
To cut a long story short, Girl A-the impeccable-trip-planner read the tickets wrong and they are on the wrong train (but still on one going to chennai, thankfully!)!!!And they are out of Banglore and they missed their actual train!!!For a fine, and much persuasion by the Girl A, mom and co-passengers (Girl B is pretty dehydrated and tired after the illness), the TT let them share seats. Girl A given a good lecture by Girl B (who`s perspective has not been lessened by the absence of nourishment and the loss of fluids) about the different options available, what they could still do etc etc & by her her mom for her carelessness...and they all take turns in sleeping on the berths.
What was the outcome of this incident??
For many months and years later, Girl A swore (and still does) that she was sure she booked them on the train that they actually travelled in. Girl B for all her part made sure she pulled Girl A`s legs as much as possible adding all possible spice to the incident and never let her live it up. It was all not too new for Girl A who was already a good target for all the teasing that went on in the chemical department and hence it was just one extra reason she was teased and did not bother much about it.Mom was distraught that her daughter was so careless and wondered if that reduced her matrimonial marketability.But her worries were unfounded as everyone came to know much later.
But about 5 years later, Girl (Woman is more like it) B blogged about it.
Triolet!!
My hand at writing a triolet...
And whats that now??? go here for more on triolets...
License to Rhyme
Where is the poetic licence?
Only a triolet, she says
Oh! I m not allowed any of my non-sense.
Where is the poetic licence?
Sigh! I will have to show obeisance
All the rules down she lays
Where is the poetic licence?
Only a triolet, she says.
And the main reason for writing this piece..My triolet goes to Ammani for her triolet collection!
And whats that now??? go here for more on triolets...
License to Rhyme
Where is the poetic licence?
Only a triolet, she says
Oh! I m not allowed any of my non-sense.
Where is the poetic licence?
Sigh! I will have to show obeisance
All the rules down she lays
Where is the poetic licence?
Only a triolet, she says.
And the main reason for writing this piece..My triolet goes to Ammani for her triolet collection!
Vazhikaati...:)*
Copyright © 1996-2007 Garmin Ltd.
*-Sincerest apologies to the Tamizh differently abled readers.
Dont Put Pressure ya!
Where is the baby?Where is the baby?
I need to be "upgraded" to aunt/uncle,grandma/grandpa,great granma/great granpa.
Oh,It should be a boy.A boy.
Dont touch this. Dont do that. (Replace this and that with appropriate verbs (could be nouns too) depending on your state/language/caste/creed/subcaste etc)
Study.Study.Study.Only Centum in Math.(*)
Dont play all the time.
Dont watch TV.
Study Engineering. (*)
Study Medicine.(*)
Go to the US.
Mebbe now...Go Abroad. (Germany,UK and Australia are acceptable.)
No foriegn women (or men for that matter). Mind it.
Get Married. Get married.More specifically,Marry this boy/girl.
Where is the baby?Where is the baby?
I need to be "upgraded" to aunt/uncle,grandma/grandpa,great granma/great granpa.
Oh,It should be a boy.A boy.
And there we go all over again.
The frequency of the repetitions again vary only with the degree of deviation of the family from streotypes or they are absolutely bohemian and not adhereing to any so called "norms of the society" which is as frequent as finding logic in a TR/Captain co-starrer (God-Forbid!!). (read none).
(*) - Denotes that the chances of hearing this increase ad infinitum if you are Tambram. Every elder you meet from Thatha, Paati to your Mom`s twice removed uncle`s daughter`s husband`s father or some such random person would have told you this in different terms.
Note: This post is a culmination of several discussions with a few friends &( inspired from a post by Krishashok) from different Indian backgrounds and realizing that our upbringing has considerable stereotypicality. (if thats a word). All pressures have not been necessarily applied to me.
I need to be "upgraded" to aunt/uncle,grandma/grandpa,great granma/great granpa.
Oh,It should be a boy.A boy.
Dont touch this. Dont do that. (Replace this and that with appropriate verbs (could be nouns too) depending on your state/language/caste/creed/subcaste etc)
Study.Study.Study.Only Centum in Math.(*)
Dont play all the time.
Dont watch TV.
Study Engineering. (*)
Study Medicine.(*)
Go to the US.
Mebbe now...Go Abroad. (Germany,UK and Australia are acceptable.)
No foriegn women (or men for that matter). Mind it.
Get Married. Get married.More specifically,Marry this boy/girl.
Where is the baby?Where is the baby?
I need to be "upgraded" to aunt/uncle,grandma/grandpa,great granma/great granpa.
Oh,It should be a boy.A boy.
And there we go all over again.
The frequency of the repetitions again vary only with the degree of deviation of the family from streotypes or they are absolutely bohemian and not adhereing to any so called "norms of the society" which is as frequent as finding logic in a TR/Captain co-starrer (God-Forbid!!). (read none).
(*) - Denotes that the chances of hearing this increase ad infinitum if you are Tambram. Every elder you meet from Thatha, Paati to your Mom`s twice removed uncle`s daughter`s husband`s father or some such random person would have told you this in different terms.
Note: This post is a culmination of several discussions with a few friends &( inspired from a post by Krishashok) from different Indian backgrounds and realizing that our upbringing has considerable stereotypicality. (if thats a word). All pressures have not been necessarily applied to me.
Halellujah!!
2006...
From this...
Atrocity
(link thro`Sang)
To this...in 2008
revolution
...is no mean feat,espicially in rural South India,and that too involving such an issue where female infanticide,ostracization of the female child,gender violence and crimes against the girl child are not uncommon!
Am I impressed!
From this...
Atrocity
(link thro`Sang)
To this...in 2008
revolution
...is no mean feat,espicially in rural South India,and that too involving such an issue where female infanticide,ostracization of the female child,gender violence and crimes against the girl child are not uncommon!
Am I impressed!
Ode to a Booger
It is not an original, but it is certainly worth reproducing
"You can pick your nose
You can pick your friends
But you cant rub your friends on the sofa. "
Disgustingly funny!
"You can pick your nose
You can pick your friends
But you cant rub your friends on the sofa. "
Disgustingly funny!
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