My Mom is the gREATEST pErson on Earth...~~!!!

To start off , I know the title sounds like this post is going to be "as emotional as can be". True..! So anyone who doesn't like the taste of certain sentiments,can happily skip this post.. But please don't comment that you actually "skipped" this post..I can do without that..! ;-) So, to me,my mom is the greatest person on earth.Those who value sentiments,and probably, those still reading this may question "So what? It's the same for everyone.." The fact is, most of us would only take the fact for granted.Most of you wouldn't actually openly express that thought or acknowledge the fact that she is the greatest soul on earth...And thats exactly what I'm gonna do now..I wonder why I didn't give it much thought for so long... I take all pleasure in writing about the dearest, sweetest ,most loveliest creature in my life - My Mom..! :) My mom was named "Miss Usha Devi" by her folks and has now become "Mrs.Usha Devi Gangadharan" to us...Though I never liked her second name much, I've never told her that. Usha seems like a nice,short,cute name which fits her profile - Short nCute! She is an amazing cook, always trying to satisfy one person or another ,be it my friends or her in-laws or her greatest treasure and expert judge -My Bro Vivek.. ;-)Some of the things in the dictionary of Food became out favourites truly due to her adept cooking. We(me n bro) have experienced other unkempt hands at cooking too, and we feel blessed to be fed my a certain Mrs.Usha Gangadharan (Skipping the "Devi" I don't like). From all that she has told us, about our childhood days and her early days,just after getting married to a dark n handsome "my Dad", she has been a "Survivor" of all kinds. She definitely has gone through all the hardships of a woman, going against reality,marrying a man of a different caste, doing everything possible for a 4 letter word Love..! Yes, everything which is now portrayed in every other mega serial on television these days..! Everything...! I salute my Mom for her strength and survival instincts. Mom is very practical when it comes to handling financial situations. No one can beat this woman in Mathematics (A subject in which both me and my bro are pathetic enough to bring her all disgrace ;-) ) She sometimes boasts about her score 693/700 in her Bsc Mathematics. Now, there's the proof..!
Ever since the accident, I have this sudden urge to do the things I've always wanted to do. Just taking full control of my life. One of such things was telling the people I love , exactly how much I loved them.Started off with bro and naturally next probable target was Mom. .A person who has spent so much time in looking after me, treating me as a thumb sucking three year old,giving me the love I wanted so much, to spin back into Life...! I guess, that's partly why I am blogging about this woman..I'm lucky to be born to Mrs.Usha and Mr.Gangadharan...I love her...truly...madly...deeply...!!! She deserves more than just the occasional hugs and kisses we shower upon her..She Rocks! ;-) ;-)

P.S: I'm so glad to write this post about Mom..Just yesterday, I was telling her exactly what Testimonials in Orkut meant.She asked me immediately,like an inquisitive child, "What if they are not actually sincere?"..I replied " It's what an individual thinks about you..so it depends upon the person..".. I bet she is wondering the same thing,while reading this post.I can just imagine her expression - the most beautiful expression of surprise, overwhelmed with emotions. Amma..I love you so much............!

feb13th..definitely not my day

I bunked college on a wednesday,a day before the 14th of feb 2008. Me and a friend had planned on starting work on a poster, for a presentation coming up the week end. Friends at home, is forever a compulsion for mom , to bring out the wonderful cook in her. That auspicious day,she wanted to fill our tummies with her yummy bisi bhela bath. She wanted some masala to be brought from food world near our house. I din't want my friend to think it as a waste of time,and gave her some stuff related to our paper to read while I was away. I took my bike and that's about the last thing I remember of the D-Day. I had met with an accident on my way to Food World and had somehow ended up with a head injury. My memory is completely blank on the details and how exactly I found my way into a hospital gown, lying on a bed, surrounded by nurses too many, taking fast glimpses at my Iv line. Mom's face amidst those faces was a relief. I had a stream of visitors from college. Everybody dropped in and made my day brighter. My best friends were there and I was wondering if something was seriously wrong with me. Then I understood, it's something that could have happened to any of them. Hence that brought them into a close understanding of the situation. Maktub - its written, came to my head immediately.
The doc said I was out of danger. I thought I'll have to transform into kamal hasan with a memory loss and spend the rest of my life trying to remember the last time I shared a cake. But the doc very effectively put a NO to all that,and as per his advice, I am to be at home, on "complete" rest till the first of march. That's so very sweet of him ;-) Helping me in a way to escape "jail" (a.k.a. college). I feel elated to be still alive. I feel like God has chosen me as a person who deserves a life. And I 'm gonna live my life completely,like I truly deserve. I find an angel residing on my head these days. Anyone visiting me seems to greet the angel first ...! Am I glad?!
The angel has now stepped down my shoulder, and is urging me to add stuff about people who saved me.
Thanks to - Auto driver kabali and dhobi anna - for carrying me all the way to the hospital and admitting me there. For informing my mom about my state.


THE CULPRIT/CAUSATIVE AGENT :





hehehehehehe...!! It's all in the Game... ;-) ;-) ;-) :-)

There are more things i've learnt from this accident :
1.Love your life like there'z no tomorrow...
2.Quit worrying about trivial issues in life..."Why do ye have to go and make things so complicated!?! " There's more to L-i-f-e than just taking a ride on emotional roller coasters.
3.I have decided not to Hate people for no reason. Well,I believe in one God who created the universe.Every individual came into being because God sculpted every soul on earth.So, when people were just being themselves, just the way God made them,why hAtE them for no reason? ? ?So as long as their actions don't affect mine, I don't have any hate lists..!
4.Never postpone saying things right from the bottom of your heart. Show people that you care.Never assume that they'll know, they'll understand or whatever.And last but not the least,Be true to yourself!...!

"The greatest thing in life is not just survivng it...But surviving it without "any regrets"...! "

-s()mSie!~!

Fear of the Zip Obsessed..:O

Corny start? ? ? Intentionally planted lines for a "perked up" start. Just an idea of what's coming. Now..wait a minute.. it's got nothing to do with pornography, rapists or anything concerning *matter*... It largely revolves around a 4 letter word. [*wrong guess again, it doesn't begin with F ;-) *] R-A-i-d.. It happens once in a while,once in a while being monthly once. A pack of gangsters barge into the classroom, bringing us divine beings sleeping away to glory, back to mother earth. They almost start diving and digging into the bags, underneath desks, etc etc etc. The entire process involves a lot of zipping and unzipping. Sometimes accompanied by struggle with the stuck zips, which raises the suspicion even more, and the poor zip gets unzipped more harshly than the rest. All this to check if we had anything out of the list of things to carry to school (!!)-books , "college benchmarked "notebooks, calci, pen,pencil,rubber,rough notebook. A list of "non-bringables" being
1. novels of all types - Be it the Mills and Boons or the R.L.Stine types, the archies or the tinkles ,and God forbid - Potter(s)!! ;-)
2.Mobile.(beware - even basic 2100 model gets snatched away.Want to get rid of old antique models ? - Join the club)
3.Music Cd's, Dvds,Matter Cds, Comedy Cds, sometimes even "Authentic" Project materials
4.iPods, mp3 players,portable mini Radio , transistor, walkie-talkie set
5. Last but not the least - Hindu newspaper- mainly Friday review, if it happens to be Friday (the 13th?) or probably metroplus. Deccan chronicle -( more severe offence due to the party stuff in the last page)

Well..with that note, I would like to end like a "hardcore" optimist....Just one more year left, to live in fear..!! :) ;) ;-)

Coffee ? No please..!!:)

Every time I think of something interesting to blog about, something or the other keeps coming up,to an extent of making me forget what had initially set off my writing sensitivities. . . This morning, one such incident happened. But this time, not letting the other things come in between, I decided to blog under an ASAP Code.Here I go....
The title suggests that this post has something to do with the following things :
1.Coffee
2."NO"
3.The person saying a "NO"
4.The person saying a "NO" with a "Please" tailing behind
5.And the reason behind the "NO", with or without the tail.

Before I drive a few of my readers "crazy" and a few"craziER", let me start off with what's bothering me this time, that I'm here to give a new post. The Idea of "Polite" Refusal is what is bothering me...This might give an impression to a few that I'm fast approaching the insanity threshold.Maybe you're right, but noone's stopping me from saying what I got to say.. ;-)

Ever since I was a kid,the first lie I was made to utter was "say no,when your heart and mind correlate for once,prompting you to say a YES..! For instance, an aunty in a flowery sarree came upto me and asked me if I wanted juice. It was something like a silent prayer answered, when my heart prompted me to say "yes please", but the dagger throws from mom made me refuse with the tail attached. Its not about whether I wanted the juice very badly or not. It's just that for a person who doesn't really want the juice, the NO would be meaningless,as the many aunties in the flowery ^infinity sarees would naturally assume that the person was just being formal. With a cackling laugh coming up from the kitchen, you would hear a shrill voice commanding you to take it, and stop being so formal . So whether or not a person really wants what is being offered,he/she has to struggle a bit before making them understand the "real NO". Wouldn't it have been easier if there was no such concept as "Polite refusal", that people were allowed to speak their mind and say yes or no as and when they felt it coming and not out of a forceful , most probably reversible outcome? And most importantly, not being mistaken for "the first time YES". I don't think most would have even given it a thought. So..what's going on ? ? ? Why does this refuse to leave my head? ???

Note :
Any theories are welcome in the comment section ,as long as they don't end up confusing me even more.