Thursday, October 28, 2010

my facebook , my best friend ;)

So here through my own blog i'm sending out an invitation for the memorial service of my own funeral. I wil die on august 18, 2067. Yes the date has been cleared at the gates of the heaven (I sincerely hope so ) for my esteemed arrival. I didn’t go to any astrologer nor did any popat spell out my future, this is the hardwork of the mighty and the lofty ‘FACEBOOK’.

Not only this , facebook can tell you whom u wil marry and how u will marry (it says I would elope! Oh sweet lord, would anyone ever be ready to run away with me??) Now they have introduced a new application called Get Revealed. There if u answer absolutely stupid questions about ur friends, u can earn coins and unlock the answers of the questions that ur friends have answered about u. It may seem fun but the questions we have to answer are soo foolish, like would u like to be so and so’s girlfriend?. Would so and so be actually a girl in boys body? Does so and so use a tub or a shower for bathing? Etc and etc.

The next best thing about being in facebook is that you are now ‘friends’ with everybody. Old long lost school friends, colleagues, college friends, friends of friends, people whom you have met in a bus once, your ex, ex’s ex, and list crosses about 500 for most of them. Once my friends status message went thus “ facebook is not allowing to add more friends, I have reached my limit it seems.WTF” Then I know a couple who talks to each other only through facebook. You may think that I am exaggerating, but this is a real case, and to someones query, they have given their explanation that they both are busy in their work. But alas, they get time to open FB, and pour out their love for each other in public. See I warn you, this is where the world is headed.

One boring day in office, I open FB and sees the following message ‘soorya, do you want to become a millionaire?’. Which bloody fool wouldn’t?? but sadly I find out that it’s a game where you have to build a city called millionaire city.

During my beginner days on FB, I got startled one day when I learnt that my friend wants to plough my field. And another friend on her way has sown some seeds and fed my horses too. How nice of her I thought. Oh, wait, do I own a farm? And it would hurt my friend if I didn’t take her help in my button collection. Button? Buttoooonnn?? As in shirt’s button?

I love FB for one thing , you can visit anybodys profile and it wouldnt show up in their ‘recent visitors’. You can ‘like’ anything but u r not allowed to dislike. I decided to shift from orkut to FB because one sad day my dad decided to join orkut. Once family enters FB, I guess I would be creating an alias profile for myself. :P
Already i got into a fight, literally,  with my sister for not replying to my comments on a particular photo (we talk almost everyday on phone).Oh, its time to check FB, somebody would have commented on my status update, if not i wil 'like' my own comment. ;)

Thursday, October 21, 2010

My friend's cake.. :)

Today was a nice day in particular. My hostel mate bought a nice homemade cake for us. She was planning to visit vaishnodevi temple in Jammu, strict vegan. And we got lucky! So how come she give me her cake and she is still not in my facebook friends list? It may sound a liitle appalling but the truth is ,for this generation, it’s a bit offensive if we don’t find a place in the friends list of our ‘friends’ or our friends’s friends or even ‘friends’ whom we we havent even met yet! Thus I decided to add her and searched for her in FB, but it seems she has done ‘something’ that her name wont get listed in the search results. That’s a new news! So she bought in her lappy to add me from her account. And what a beauty it was , an HP notebook, light blue, weightless and so handy. It was really so cute. So the facebook ritual got over. Then we stumbled upon her 6 months old neices’s photo. The baby was even cuter. She had such a curly hair, if it was a bit more long it would be really difficult to find out incase a fly got in.

Then she showed us her paintings. she was an expert in the art specifically called as the Tanjore painting. It was mostly made on devotional icons with gold foils and jewellary and lot of other stuff. Whatever be the stuff, she is just so talented. She says one of her paintings got sold for 5000 rs. She has done exhibitions too. She didn’t look like one who has done an exhibition. If it was me, I would be walking around bragging about my skills. Believe me, I can be a bitchy self-indulger.;)

More on Facebook trivias later.. ;)

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Today in newspaper I read a coloumn written by a girl about her encounters with prospective grooms. Just then I thought, oh gosh! I forgot to post my tryst on my blog. So here goes.. Me have been pretty lucky in this case since so far I have been ‘fortunate’ enough to meet only three guys in person. Most of the proposals came from guys working in Bangalore itself. so I thought it would be equally comfortable for both sides to ease the burden if only the guy and the girl meets at first. But my father was really apprehensive about that. He said, ‘u never know such guys, what if they misuse the opportunity, they would have your mobile no: and they can harass you on phone..” .If u r doubtful of such guys why in the first place do u even consider them. But you see , absolutely no good is to come by arguing with my father. So atlast the day came when I was going to meet the first guy, no surprise it was in our own small living room. I put up a grand smile on my face, a salwar kameez to impress the prospective mother in law and all the while cursing the old system in my mind. They reached on the exact time they had told. My mother gave me the large tray of tea cups in the kitchen and asked me to follow her to the living room. But alas!, I couldn’t hold the tray for a full one minute. Hey, it was really heavy, and I’m a frail little figure ;)
So my mom carried it for me and I followed,they literally placed me in the middle of the room. I couldn’t help laughing because the guy wouldn’t lift his eyes from the tea cup. His mother gave me a thorough scan. The guys elder brother’s family were also there to inspect me along with their small kid. Since I was sittling there like an idol, as a courtesy I tried to play with the kid. I took its hand, and no sooner it started wailing . oh my god would someone stuff a ladoo in its mouth. Kids are adorable, but for gods sake someone should reduce their decibel while they are crying. Then the question answer session came which was not at all tiring because only two questions were directed at me from the guys mother. “will you be able to relocate to kerala”? for which I answered “not any time soon”.. and the second question was “which time do you return everyday after work” I promptly replied “sometimes around 7 or 8”(I was trying to be honest there). But I forgot to mention the worst part, as soon as I entered the living room, the guy’s father after a few minutes got up and exited and started to admire the lawn instead. I really don’t know the reason till now, because we have never heard from that family after that. Can it be my prompt answers to the old lady’s questions?

The story of the next guy wil follow…

Sunday, October 3, 2010

home sweet home

So atlast the common wealth games has arrived. The ayodhya verdict is out and I have come home after almost a month. :)
I had planned to come home last week itself, but the verdict was supposed to be out then and the atmosphere was tight with tension. When atlast the verdict came, india had proved that she had moved on since 1992. But something which I havent got still is , what is this nirmohi akhara?.., doesn’t it sound like a weight lifting team for the CWG ? :)
One of my best friends Rochelle, made plans to visit Bangalore and stay with me for one or two days. Since I had to go visit my parens that weekend (who is by the by in Trivandrum) she booked the flight from delhi to Bangalore on Friday and Saturday we both decided to start to kerala together. Unfortunately she missed the flight by a few minutes. Thanks to the Games. Her emotions were best described by her facebook update the next day “screw the games, screw the officials, screw the airlines”. So I started alone, on a cloudy Saturday evening reaching the busstand one hour earlier and the bus being late for another hour.
I have got this travel-sickness, whenever I get into a closed A/C vehicle, I tend to get a nausea feeling and sometimes I do puke :(. Because of that ,I always have this avomin tablet with me, anti-vomiting tablet. Yesterday I purposefully avoided taking the tablet and the whole journey was a hell of a headache. I promised myself never to do such experiments with myself ever again. I always wonder myself, how blissful my life would have been without my sworn enemy, his majesty all-time-hanging-around ready-to-pounce ‘headache’. Its there when i get on a volvo to get to work, it appears when i shampoo my hair, it creeps in when i tie my hair, its there if i stare into monitor. In short its always there, omnipresent.
The last one headache which was hanging at the tip of my hair slipped off as soon as I entered my home. Home is always sweet home. The scene is typical, it’s the same whenever I reach home. My sister wil be going through my luggage to find if I had bought presents for her. My mother will be going non stop with the complaints about my dad, how he didn’t allow her to see the daily soap opera, how he put horlicks into her morning tea to give her more strength(yuck!!) ( which she says is used up just to bear him alone) etc etc. And dad with his usual dialogues
‘u look like a malnourished child, you have to take care of your health young lady’, etc etc
The three days which I got at home is all packed with plans. Shopping with sister, visiting relatives, trying out cooking(atleast this time :P ), copying films to my laptop etc etc.
The most amazing part of visiting home is none of the above, it all about the ‘fish’. Yes I loveeeee fish, especially fried ones. Mom somehow, even if its monsoon, gets it for me from somewhere or the other. Now isn’t that the sweetest thing about moms?. They are always there, just there for you!