Jagamum naan Ahamum naan

With Harini’s help; here I am to write 5 weird things about me, again !!!! Lemme think how much I could cook up. 1) When I eat spicy food and eyes are red, tears running down, I end up drinking hot water. I somehow feel quite comfortable with that. 2) I can stay without food and water a whole day but can’t keep my mouth shut for long time. I love to talk, talk and talk. Many times it turns out to be non- sense too.. Ahem… 3) My mom hates when I get wet in rain. I really love to see those popping eyes of hers when I get back home wet from head to toe. Though getting wet in rain is something I really love; many a times I have wondered whether I did that just to see my mom getting irritated. Harini; “5” is too huge a count. :-) And to just add up, this is my 100th post. Thanks to all the wonderful friends out there who read and pooled in their comments that encouraged me to keep writing.

Once upon a time, long long ago, so long ago I was tagged by Harini . I think next time I meet her without finishing this she would be ready to smack me.[I could see faces brightening up; sorry don’t be so happy she will not do it hopefully] I was officially declared to be a member of executive council of technologists [Atleast for sake of being declared engineer; I should be proud about it right??] last Saturday. Yeah it was my convocation. We just attended the function for the first half of the day and made plans for the rest. I didn’t even know who the chief guest was. Let me not deviate from the purpose of the post. Dreams… Ahem… Just because our president asked us to dream; I am here to bug you. I am flying in an aero plane to be more precise I am flying it and it gets hijacked and the person who hijacks the plane come and orders me to direct plane to Swiss [ A place I love to go]. I simply thank the hijacker and went on tour. Passengers???? Rest???? Grrrr my mom woke me up at th...

NY? was behind me; nagging me to finish the tag. Every time I meet him online he keeps asking me about this. So I thought will finish his work and scott free. This time I tag Syam (Natamai kandipa panuvaru nu oru nambikai), KK (for the last tag:tit for tat), Gils (No other go), Arun . The Unusual Endings “It was rather strange”, he muttered to himself as he pondered on what had been happening for the past three days, while walking out of the arrogant Itallian, Vencelli Darpkink’s 19th century office, which was home not only to its properator but also to pugent odors and queer looking sapeins from time to time. Meera Dias, was the name. They had first met when things were quiet off note. “Lagos wasn’t a place for summer spots”, he had warned her. What he heard now was troubling him even more. Congo was not something he had suggested either. There she was standing alone watching the sunset. This would be the best time to talk about Congo. “ Hello darling” he said. She stood reaction l...

Here I am back… Was on a vacation.…. And now heart felt thanks to all the people who visited my blogsville. First time my blog post has 34 comments. Really excited :-) Now to tags!!!!! Gopal and Gils tagged me on the same topic. So listing down the weird characteristics of mine…. Water tap: I always felt that god connected my tear gland to water pipes. I cry [or should say tears come] for every single reason; when I am angry, laugh and to the most obvious fact when I am sad. Even when somebody gets bad scolding, tears roll down automatically. Though at times I feel the person deserves that punishment. Curd phobia: I hate curd, ice creams [doesn’t mean I don’t eat them], cream, butter, paneer and all the other forms related to this.. But the miracle is I love milk and ghee very much. I used to move away from people when they have curd rice as I couldn’t stand the stinking smell of curd. Tension Party: Just a stare is enough to bring me down to knees. I get...

Barath wrote about 10 things he hates the most and wanted me to follow the suit. So here comes that list. Hate being compared with someone else on what ever grounds it may be. Prepare for something at the last moment. See someone crying. Inattentiveness from my friends to my requests. Waking me up early on Sundays. People without guts. Being cheated. Compelling me to do something that I am least interested about. Football-the most unruly game. Laziness.

I was tagged by Harini and now will write on 10 pleasures of life 1. Love to stand and get drenched in rain, though the consequences I face; especially my mom’s wrath is horrible. 2. Driving through winding lanes with greenery on both sides. 3. Lay cuddled in bed on a lazy afternoon and read Enid Blyton’s story books [sounds kiddish???] 4. Spend time with friends by talking sweet nothings. 5. Looking at old photos and going down the memory lane. 6. When I think I am tired and get to bed after dinner and find myself wide awake looking at the roof of my room silently…those silent moments. 7. Listening bed time stories from my mom. 8. The high fives exchanged when the event that we prepared for months comes out successful. 9. Cute forwards from friends that remind that u hav people out there to share your feelings. 10. Last few months of college life that provided me with many new good friends. The pleasures I listed may be very few of the 1000's I have in mind. I shortlisted the one...