Annie in black and ridhima in red :)

Me in the dark :(

So going out with friends can after all be fun. I had a superb Sunday with my roomies.


I am not known to have a cordial relation with my roommates, yes i am a saddist. Sigh!

But hey its no fault of mine. They should know the rules of sharing a room.

This time its different, I can say I have shedded of my childish immaturity a bit and made myself an affable roommate. (eyes blinking!) .So my roommate ridhima (who has become a dear friend in a short time) got engaged and it was her treat. We (that includes me,ridhima and anie) had planned our outing on Saturday but for these stupid morons called politicians, it was called off (it was a bandh ).

Sunday was a sunny bright day suited for a pleasant outing. First we went of to see a film in a multiplex. How did that cinema get into the category of multiplex is still a puzzle for me. Our poor theatres in kerala has a much better standard than that garbage strewn place. The film was like a sambar gone sour ( for those wondering, sambar is a south Indian dish) . But it was ages that I saw a film, so sat through the entire thing munching tiger biscuits. Yes you read it right, tiger biscuits indeed!! Ridhima had a packet in her handbag, and morever popcorns a pack costs 100rs. So after the film we went to a restaurant called Golconda chimney for lunch. I had mutton mughlai and steamed rice. Hmmm it was so yummy! (The photos are from there. ) eventhough the taste was superb food was served cold(pun intended!) .Ridhima even asked the server whether their oven was out of order. He stood their blinking his eyes not knowing what to say. After filling our stomachs to a point where it will burst, we started our journey for the most exciting event of the day, shoppingggggggggg.............

There was sale everywhere and it was a mad rush. We bought few things and returned at night. It didn’t get over there, we had a fashion show inside the room. It was fun to laugh and to be like a kid again :)

Hope she doesnt feel any pain...

I sat there waiting, for my kid to return.


Tears filled my eyes.

Was it from staring at the empty swing or

Is it from the void forming inside my heart

There she comes, all happy and joyous..

What do I tell her..how do I stop her from going to the neighbors’ home

I just want to scream out loud holding her tight

How do I tell her that her dad is gone

That she will have to colour all alone again

My hand shivers and trembles

A lump blocks my throat

She runs as she sees me putting her fragile hand acroos my shoulder

She kisses me on my cheeks, the baby smell still lingers on her breath

“mamma “ she cries “im hungry”

I had already prepared it, kept it ready

We would eat from the same plate, as always

But today I will have only one mouth to feed

I take her inside in my arms

I notice only today that she has become heavy,she is growing fast

I put her on the bed. She asks

“why on the bed mamma, we usually eat on the chair”

I replied. It was easy for us to lie down after dinner.

She said she wanted to play snake and ladder after

But there wont be any time left to play

I don’t know how long we will be awake

Many thoughts fly past my mind when I feed her

The day she was born, he was standing there holding her

Beside me when I opened my eyes.

I had feared that day,. Life cannot be so perfect

I feel she is drifting away or is it me

All I can feel now is her hand on my cheeks…

Even on the last moment I pray

Hope she doesn’t feel any pain.

Dolly and me :))

Yesterday we went to visit my colleagues newly born baby. Newly born in the sense, she is at least 6 months old. My colleague was in her native for delivery,mangalore and then she went to her husbands house at Hyderabad and now atlast settled back to her home in Bangalore. The house was on the first floor of a three floor building. Pretty small but as soon as u enter the drawing room you can feel the warmth of the home inviting u. I hav not been to my home for 2 months now and I was feeling homesick. Eventhough the house was pretty small it was very cosy and neat. Her name is Madavi, my colleague, but she has been more than my friend. She was sort of an elder sister to us gals (freshers) at office. Her daughter is named dhrithi. Name as beautiful as the baby. Dhrithi looks exactly like a doll and we named her dolly :P Seeing so many people at once, she looked stunned, moving her gaze in a slow motion from one person to another. She seemed hapy only when the shutterbags were clicking.

We totally didn’t expect madavi to prepare dinner for us ,with a baby around you will be on ur toes’. We played with dhrithi, ate a superb homemade pulav and curd rice. I was more overwhelmed when she bought in a rasagullah pack. She had remembered that I loved those and took extra effort to order it from the same shop where I like it. As we left the house at 9.00 pm , our hearts were filled with a joy that could not be explained in words. Seeing a baby so small and feeble and being in the warmth of a nicely made home, we were clearly excited. Nobody uttered a word on the way back home. Because everybody was thinking the same, about their home and knew that wherever we go and whatever change,.getting back to our own home after a hard days work cannot be replaced with anything.

For a better year..

I am not the kind that take resolutions every first of Jan. Because by the end of first week of the new year I not only forget to keep them but forget what the resolutions were. :P


But I have decided some pretty simple things that I need to change about myself in 2011.

2010 was a very happy year . I intend to keep 2011 also that way, but the start was not so great. So here goes my list of improvements for 2011



1. cry less. I definetly am running out of tears. Corollary: laugh more

2. whine less. It comes naturally for any gal, but in my case that ‘whine gland’ is in an overproduction drive.

3. puke less while traveling, and hence take less ‘avomin’ tablets. I hate to travel due to this one reason.

4. get less provoked. I cannot afford to get angry at anyone anywhere I like. Anger resides at the tip of my nose as they say.

5. everyday morning walk. Which I have already started as evident from my previous posts. Still Saturdays and Sundays are a strict no –no because I need to sleep till ten (my mom should not see this) and Monday mornings are reserved for temple.

6. grow my hair a little more. My mom was so pissed when I went home one fine day with a boy cut :P

7. I should use my phone more often. I need to call my friends and relatives more often.

8. read more. See less of sitcoms and movies .i have got to prepare a list this year also

9. Last but not the least save some money!!! Or less of shopping!

'A walk to remember'

Yesterday while returning from office me and my friend decided to go for a walk. It’s a quite residential complex, where we stay as paying guests. There is a playground ,a park, some very beautiful houses with beautiful gardens. While we got tired of the leisurely walk, we decided to sit and pass away our time in one of the parks. This park doesn’t have much of plants or floweres, just some swings and such for children below 6 years. But ladies and gents come there very often for exercise and walk. It’s a pleasant feeling to sit there. It was 6 30 in the evening and due to the winter season it was pitch dark already. There were some old couples seated on the benches. So we also sat down on a bench. Started talking, moving from one silly subject to another. You know the way gals talk.:P


So after some 15 mins, one couple passed by us. The lady was carrying a handbag and the guy a laptop bag. It looked like they had returned from office for some quite romance. But after what seemed like one whole round of the park, they were crossing our place again. This repeated again. The third time they went past a few steps, came back to us asked “do u know how to unlock the gates”. Oh my god, I shouted out “ did they lock us inside and leave?” My friend and I panicked as if we were about to starve and die inside that park for the rest of our lives. As we started to make sure that we indeed were locked in, the couple went in the opposite direction telling themselves that the only way was to jump the fence. “WHAT!! Jump the fence eh? Damn, im wearing a salwar. Leave that, the fence was atleast 12 feet high and made of metal wires” Oh god I felt like my head was rolling. But surprisingly my friend was calm. She was wearing jeans and jumping a fence seemed to be a silly thing for her. She tells me later that as a child she never used the gate of her home, she used to jump the wall to get out !! 

So we checked , we double checked and triple checkd. The gate was certainly locked.

We turned to see what the other inmates were doing, the gal had already landed on the other side of the gate and the guy was preparing for the jump. We gathered our guts, looked around to make sure nobody was watching, and climbed on the wired fence. I still cannot believe we had to do this. Anyway it was an experience that wont be forgotten!!