Loving Strangers...

I was told not to talk to strangers all my school life...

I wonder why...
The best experiences in my life have involved complete strangers, who became so much part of my life for a while...
They came into my life waltzed through it and out of it, before I could blink...
Some took away a part of me, and from others I took a part away...

But I continue to dabble with them...strangers...
I ve no interest for those I have always known...
An element goes missing with them...
But the stranger has it...in plenty...

I should say I ve been lucky till now...touchwood...
Maybe anyone of my strangers could have landed me in deep troubles...
But they haven't...they ve been as harmless to me as I am to anyone...

But what will happen if some new stranger decides to be different from his predecessors? Will this thought be enough to scare me away from them?
Will I ever be scared of them?

I feel threatened by those who I know...
I cant be anything I want to be with these people...
They know me and know me well...

But with a stranger, I can be anyone...
Can't I?
I can remove the blemishes in my character...
Be someone new...be born again...

Why would I be scared of them...
My strangers...
I ve tried...hard...
But I cant and now,
I wont.

There is this one guy...

There is this one guy...
He is my dude...
He makes coffee that is
OUT OF THIS WORLD,
And that!

I ve started loving
PJs only becoz
Of him...he cracks them
ALL THE TIME!!

Tell him he pampers me
He'll refute it with
All rightful indignation...
But, hey...:)

He lives for me,
And two other women
We are his everything
He is ours...

He is a walking dictionary,
I boasted to my friends
As a kid...and
I believe it till date...

He is my inspiration
My own personal
WALL...
My all!

He is...
Versatile
Energetic
Nerdy
Kute and,
Youthful

Venky a.k.a. Kullu
Is a handfull
Even at 50+
But most importantly,

He is THE best dad...
EVER.
Our blessing...and
Our prayer.



Love you appa...:)

Another vain triumph...

I moved my hand...
A swirl took place
In a wine glass...

A light spill...
That a tissue
Took care...

...While the space between
Expanded
And then, some more...

I played with a strand
That had escaped
But still stuck to me...

We looked and
Looked away
But

He dropped his eyes first...
All to my vain
Triumph...

I still held ground, for
I was the insulated one
I was the one who

Could or wouldn't
Swirl the drink
That the wine glass

Of his life
Tempted me
With...

Her Danger

She always smelt it...the scent of danger
Her mind loved that smell...
Intoxicating, with possibilities aplenty
She wanted to take up...

He friend tutted her back to the world
Her mind reared its head shakily....
Wanted her to glare at the friend
She didn't want to be away...

From that heady feeling
That was Danger to others...
She wanted to do its bidding
Just so that it wouldn't leave...

She couldn't take her mind off it
Not until she had her way with it...
She loved the idea, the presence, the scent
Of Danger- her survival tool.

I want to talk...:)

I truly believe in Climate Change now....
It's the time of the year when the north-east monsoons hit Chennai...
It first gets delayed by almost a week...breaking centuries old met records
Then it makes the place so unlike what it is...even during this time of the year!!!!
The wind is cold and chilly...that's not something i ve known Chennai for...
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Good Morning Chennai is going to begin THIS very friday...
Does anyone realise what that means for a TV student in ACJ??
NO. Well...its this breakfast show that is supposed to run for 90 minutes...
And...WE STUDENTS PRODUCE IT...

We bring in guests this time...goof-ups wont be funny alone anymore...
People are going to form opinions...
We need to move from one set in the studio to another...WITH THE MIC STILL ON!!!!!!!!

We need to do FIVE MINUTE STORIES....like one minute stories weren't enuf to make us understand!!!! ANd this time...the anchor doesnt even have a teleprompter!!!!!!!!!!! We have to gas on our own...ON THE SPOT!!!!!!!!!!!

Oooo Maiiii Gawddddd....:D

I dunno...I think we'll go mad before it gets done...:D

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Asha went home today...so I too decided to go home...after all I did have to wash my hair...
If i dared washing it in the hostel(...which i have a couple o times out of dire compulsions like anchoring the evening bulletin...) I think ill lose the final four strands o hair left on my head...

Am PARANOID about the water there...:((

I have a bike now at the hostel...but still decided to take a bus....i ve a direct bus bak home from Madhya Kailash..:) In this weather, an empty bus..a window seat and my zune can do wonders to my mood...:)

The wind on my face is one of the finer feelings im capable of...:D
I type this from home now...that makes me traa laaa laaa hapeeee abt it :D

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India is doing pretty well in the match with Australia which s going on now...
I can hear the TV buzz...and the crowd seems happy...the commentator is pretty excited :)

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Our hostel is in Taramani...right at the beginning of the IT corridor in Chennai...
Its a long stretch of well laid road..with really wide, desolate and unlit streets branching off the main road. This is not a residential area...the place is filled with educational and other institutions...which shut by six in the evening...
Ours and the Central Government's Polytechnic college are the only ones with a hostel in that area...

Now....CPT is filled with the cheap and rowdy guys who lech and eve tease ACJ's women...its horrible. Add to that ACJ guys getting mugged, bashed up and robbed. It's pathetic.

But these were incidents to which I wasnt in any way directly connected. There was the distant lack of understanding. But a few days back, when a group of 7 girls were on the very well lit main road, I saw it happen and affect me directly.

As we were standing on the sidelane near the overbridge contemplating if we could jump the median and avoid climbing stairs, a guy on a bike tried snatching Asha's bag...

One moment we were all looking at the crazy speeds in which vehicles moved on that road...and the next we heard Asha's surprised cry....then she fell down...and got dragged on the concrete as that bastard tried till the end to snatch that bag...when he knew he couldnt go any further or when he knew all of us knew what was happening that bastard let go and sped away....

She had deep bruises on her back from being dragged on the concrete and a HUGE lump on her head where it had hit the road.

I was literally shaking...and i was swearing profusely...It didnt really strike me that he was tryin to snatch her bag...but later when the others who were more calm told me it made sense...why would a normal person who s seen that girl fall drive away so FAST??? Im sure human curiosity is better than that.

Anyways...I made my dad come to the hostel and we took her to the hospital...we had to rule out a concussion...the duty doctor said it was nothing to worry. Relief.
By the time all that was done it was around 12...or maybe 1 in the morning...
She had to have something before she cud take her medicines for the night...

So we forced-plead a Dominos guy who was shutting shop to make us a pizza....the damn nice guy that he was agreed and yay!! We were going to have some pizza after all the drama :D

We went to my cousin's place that night...no power in my house alone, thanks to the north-east monsoons in collaboration with Tamilnadu Electricity Board :

We had our pizza sitting on the swings in the park within the flat...and scared ourselves talking abt spooky stuff :D :D

It was GOOD.

She is fine now...walks slowly...extremely uncharacteristic...:(
And everytime we walk from one place to the other it usually used to be me who had to trot next to her...she walks that fast that sometimes i have to complain :D

Now i ve gotten so used to walkin at that pace that half the time i leave her trailing behind me in her slight limp...and after a few minutes of brisk trotting for no reason but habit, I guiltily turn back and wait for her to catch up....today i apologised for that...when i was REALLY limping with my crutches she walked right beside me ALL THE TIME. Never once did she leave me alone...
I owe it to her...

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Pseudo-nerd....hahaha!!