My good luck

Good luck follows me EVERYWHERE.
literally.

6 months of pulling yourself to work at ungodly hours is punishment enough. but add to it - being stuck inside an MRT compartment with crying kids and smooching couples - the ultimate killer combo.
If i stand on the escalator, the couple in front of me will hold hands and start smooching soon. SG's fault, i always assumed.

Today, I took the awesome green Pallavan bus from KK Nagar to T Nagar. The moment I sat in a seat, a guy n a girl sat in the seat in front of me... they were in a very heated discussion about how to speak to her father about something. Since it was interesting, my ear automatically tuned in there. It took just a few seconds to realise that my good luck had followed me here too! This guy held her hand then put it around her.. then took the liberty to pinch her cheeks.
Something in my heart cracked... You too Chennai?

Then stepped in our Hero... blue shirt conductor to the rescue.
" Dei savugraki, pakathla ponnu irunda odane kai potruviya ni? unnalaam police la pudichu kudutha daan da urupduveenga. ootuku thalltu poi idulaam pannunga da. bus la kozhandaingalaam vardula? ipdi galeej panringa, arivilla?
ennama ni... dejent illama. un appa ku fone potu pesava? .........."

They got down at the next bus stop and left everyone in peace. vaazhga Madras.

LTA shud abolish EZlink system n introduce such conductors in MRTs!

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God save me

My friends...

once case, sees a dog.. she rushes to the dog and asks it its name... and expects the dog to reply!

another case, sees a 4 yr old child.. and in order to get us snapped on her camera phone, runs behind the boy, shouting, ei payya, ei payya.. thus effectively scaring him away!

speak abt a broad spectrum!

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Hi,

A random visit to the temple today... a temple Iv never been to before.. the whole setting was so beautiful. The atmosphere was charged with the goodness that can be found only in a temple. The nadaswaram and mirudangam complimented each other and produced wonderful tunes that added to the great atmosphere. I felt really peaceful.

The men on the instruments started playing a familiar tune... " Prabhu ganapathe... paripoorana vaazhvarulvaaye.."
I remembered the last song you were teaching me.. the song that is never going to be complete...
I remembered how I loved hearing you sing this song right from when I was a very small kid...
I remembered how your voice would glide smoothly over the notes, and not sound too shrill, even in the highest notes...
I remembered your promise to teach me this song and the great times when you really did try to teach me ... the song that was never going to be completed. Only, we didn't know it then...
I remembered the way you always smiled to yourself when I tried to unsuccessfully imitate the way you sang...


I remembered the coral chain you used to wear... and the way any coral chain anywhere reminded me of you through my childhood and now.
I remembered the day it broke and my promise to myself that I would get you the same chain the day I got my first salary... the day that is never going to be...

Some day, I hope to learn the whole song... and sing it - I hope that where ever you are, You will hear me sing... and smile to yourself...

I miss you everyday...

Love,
Preetha

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I had a really really crappy day at work today...
I was sapped of all energy and enthusiasm. So, very morosely, I was on my way back...

I saw an old aunty going through the contents of the dustbin ...to see if she could salvage anything from it...
I saw a waiter clearing up messy tables... he looked very tired.
When he cleared my table, I thanked him and he looked very flustered....

I lead a blessed life.

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The relationship you share you with most ppl is similar - ' u dont bug me and i wont bug u' types. Very ppl really make a difference in your everyday life. It's these unique relationships that mould each of us to what we are. When one such unique relationship dies, a part of you is no more the same. The person is so special that you cannot behave the same way with anyone else and feel the same.

But what if you can no longer find that person?

The longing for the days by gone is so strong sometimes that you try looking for the lost person in others and when realisation strikes that it will never be found, a new hope is dead.
The longing, the hopes, the reality and resigned acceptance - is this all life is about?

I miss you... everyday.

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A few years back, my only mode of telecommunication was the telephone - the telephone with no caller id! Now, it is the Internet or the cellphone. A simple phone call reminded me of how stuck up I am with the past. 

While using the telephone, I picked up the phone unaware of who would be at the other end and for whom the call was. There have been many times that I have willed the call to be mine when the phone rang. If someone else picked up the call and it was for me, the walk to the telephone would fill my mind with a lot of curiosity - who was calling me, what would it be...

Half my time home was probably spent on the phone discussing the most useless and redundant stuff me and my friends could come up with. It was a part of my life.

Now, the mighty cell phone is permanently in my hands or within my arm's reach. The caller's number is displayed and it is usually one of the persons whose call I am expecting then - the only other scenario being someone unexpected and my immediate thought would be " why on earth is xyz calling me!? " - even before I pick up the call.

I realise I don't really relish this!

Today, my cellphone rang. On the display, a single "." flashed - apparently, someone whose name I had saved as "."... My mind starting running in anticipation again! I was racking my brains to figure out whose name I had stored this way. I picked up the call and was SO pleasantly shocked to hear the voice of a very close friend in a different country. The smile it put on my face hasn't faded yet!

Cmon everyone - you must experience this too. Right away, please delete all the contacts on your phone so that you are also pleasantly shocked as many times as possible, while I get back to reality!

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Why?

lack of companionship?
hormones?
general boredom with the monotonous life?
the need to be accepted by someone?
peer pressure?
too much time on hands?
watever

but why!?

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