Friday, 12 December 2014
Thursday, 11 December 2014
I wish thee a happy married life....
Sunday, 7 September 2014
Saturday, 6 September 2014
The tarmac seemed incredously bullish as the overladen, late running flight inched its way lazily on a cloudy and extremely groggy day. The flabs of fat that had accumulated all over me wobbled as the whole plane shuddered in anguish as a reply to woes on the pitiful runway of the Chennai International Airport.
Earlier, the fare wars by all the low cost carriers in the nation had peaked in all the airports running them into paradigms of operational ineffeciency.
The extremely sensous airhostesses were continuing their bored recorded monotone, greeting the tired customers who yearned for a seat rather than that red lipstick clad lip curlings. The wait for over an hour to get into the respective gates had made most of the customers grumpy. Add to the woes were the passengers who pooled up to form illicit lines or jump the queues stating lame reasons like boarding calls, wanna pee etc took the patience into the bidding.
The flight was the perfect fit for what was christened as a low cost carrier. The seats were a slim piece of fabric covering a stingy piece of cushion making your butt cryout over the course of the journey. Cost cutting was evident with the intermittent switching off of the aircon and pay-through-your-nose rates for that bottle of water purchased.
Lucky day it was till reaching the airport, hitching a free ride on Olacabs, thanks to their travel partner MakeMyTrip. I thought my luck was running out when I reached the airport when the jam packed winding queues of people started taking its toll on me, who were eagerly waiting to get to the lounge as early as possible for that dose of caffeine. The driver who picked me up was also in a state of non-alcoholic inebriateness which I assumed to due to being woken up at 3. He was swerving the cab unnecessarily and made me thank Heavens when I reached the airport unscathed.
The engines groaned, chugged and came to life as the metal bird hit the tarmac ready to soar. As the power reached maximum, the 200+ people garnered momentum and pushed off the ground. I could feel the pressure differences crushing and elongating the skull during the ascent. As the craft gained the altitude, the flight reminded me of the bumpy rides in the KSRTC. The petite figurines made way hawking the inedible, hilariously priced food stuff which at the spur of the momemt seemed tempting for the sans-tea-empty tummy, but the experience of experiencing it previously made me stay hungry to stay healthy during the much sought after vacation home.
We began descent after being airborne for less than 30 minutes.It was then, I lifted my eyes and the incessantly prodding fingers off the phone to see the white fluffiness of the vanilla dough up in the sky. The turbulence was making typing a theocldmeh (I actually typed tedious) task. As the descent continued, the lush greenery started appearing with the tinge of monsoons adding vividness to palette. I felt the chugging underneath as the landing gear had opened up the wheel trio.
The pale green was adding hues and the colours were more strong now. We were brushing against the windiness of the coconut trees and touched the soul and soil of the God's own country.
Touchdown Kochi. Now to grab my bags and run!!
Saturday, 9 August 2014
Monday, 28 July 2014
Monday, 21 July 2014
We, Indians, the descendants of the Indus valley civilization whose forerunners have been myriad combinations of Aryans, Afros and Whites, have in them one common element, English.
We have over 1500 languages and over 5000 dialects that reflects on our ethnic variance, we have tried in making the same amount of variance to the universal language.
How much do we degrade the language? It is a paradigm of how much jugaad people like you and me practice in our wonderful nation.
Just as a Brit would buy a pack of chips and biscuits at the petrol pump after filling petrol, the Americans would grab a pack of crisps and cookies at the fuel pump after filling gasoline. Wait! Cookies have got eggs in it.
Fine, she is an eggitarian. She'll have it.
It seems it is in India that we coined this term that refers to the ovo-lacto vegetarians. How nice of us to flex the language according to our wish and will!
We have non-veg for dinner. Not specific at all. Means we could even eat the fluttering flies that accidentally goes on the plate and becomes the palate's appetizer.
The differences what we Indians have brought about in the language is immense.
What if we get to have a dinner date on Saturday with your eggitarian girl friend? With an important match on TV? You ask her to prepone our date to an earlier time so you can accommodate both.
The Americans or Brits never 'prepone' a meeting, but we do. They just schedule it prior to time.
While we play with our words, the language itself is a master of deceit.
The word 'laid' says it all. The hen laid her eggs on a heap of straw stacked as her nest. The guy got laid off from work, went for a swig to forget the misery, met a girl and got laid.
Funny language it is!!
Well, me and my Paagalpanti!!
Monday, 7 July 2014
What's in a movie that makes it worth watching it more than once?
The chemistry that Anjali Menon has made to work out is an act of sheer brilliance. The ensemble cast comprising of young stars Dulquer, Fahad and Nivin with the bubbly presence of Nazriya and an out-of-the-world performance by Parvathy has made extraordinary out of the ordinary.
Tuesday, 1 July 2014
Monday, 30 June 2014
Saturday, 7 June 2014
Our great grandparents would have never thought that at the push of a protuberance on the wall, a storage area would be filled with water. And the very thought of spinning a round (sometimes other shapes too) something, the water would come out of a hollow something-else would have been amusing. The flow being controlled at will and put to stop when wanted would have made them stand in bewilderment.
We are slaves to technology. Loving and living the slavery shall be cursed and put on blamed one day.
Saturday, 17 May 2014
Wednesday, 7 May 2014
Engaged in a race that often leaves your life dangling by the edge of a thread is what the roads of Chennai have to offer.
Well, Chennai roads have a lot of lessons to offer. The patience that is upheld when the bikers ram into the teeny weeny gaps between the cars, the self control while ramming the brakes while someone pops into the road from somewhere and the nonchalant face while autowallahs jeer on the face.
The raging mobbing of the traffic comes to a halt at the red signal where hawkers and beggars throng onto the windshield of the car to get their business done.
Beggars with sunken paleness and grief stricken eyes knock on the window glass for some change. As you spare a thought to spare some change, you would see contempt on their faces as the expectation from you rises as you graduate from a bike to a car to a bigger car. If the size of the coin is too small, the curses muttered under the breath would bestow upon you and your 9 generations, sinister afterlives in hell.
Hawkers and peddlers of wares set in their sales pitch. An acceptance means you are poorer by 50 rupees and you now own a thing that is only priced at 20rs even at the biggie store. A denial from your side is surely to set you back atleast by a grand- the hawker's frustration is often blurted out as scratching with something on the metallic surface of the vehicle's body.
Surviving all these would tire you more than your day at office!
Thursday, 24 April 2014
What to say? Where to start?
Saturday, 1 March 2014
I was overwhelmed. I was on the verge of being in tears.
And the same is applicable to the remaining 120 people too.
And you, Pallavas, you did a great job. Joining up as a team, putting in your hard work and dedication to bid adieu. Amidst the work pressure put forth by the professors, you rescheduled your days and nights to give us the space.
As we exit, we are sure, the 2 year course that started off with us as exemplars, will be taken to greater heights.
The retreat at Ideal Beach Resort was worth its weight in gold. The ambience, the programs planned, the menus set, everything deserves an applause.
A dinner would have sufficed, and maybe top it up with some impromptu act that any one could have pulled up- that would have made a decent farewell. But you stepped it up by a giant leap, burning midnight oil and sipping cups of coffees to devise plans, to give us a farewell, befitting the most luckiest seniors.
I have to thank you all, on behalf of the batch for the pomp and splendor you infused in the act of camaraderie.
Ambi and Sudarshan, you guys were awesome as the hosts on stage.
The girl who sang the Rock On song,
I shall call you thee
For I do know thy name is Ridhima
You swept a wave of bliss across the hearts
Kaushal and Siddharth, you two, too put up a great show!!! Timings, man!! Respect!!
The Video team, the coordination team, the 'this' team, the 'that' team, the whole team...
The Farewell video left us spellbound. The hard work behind this deserves mention.
Who else, other than you could think of giving us a souvenir of the most cherished picture of the 2 years, framed and wrapped to cherish the memories!!!
I have no words to say,
You have won a place in the heart to stay
Loved your efforts
Love you all
Enough of being nice,
I shall cast off the garb
And pull a leg of the Mamalla
Or maybe two!!
We taught them to be awesome. They taught us what awesomeness was.
Anyways, Mamallas, here you go!
The winners of the Wall of Fame- the acts that you did on stage were awesome. But what took you there were the acts in the 2 years. Those were more awesome, I should say.
Mr Vikas 'Pole Dance' Sharma, you taught the world what seduction meant. Did you know that you gave the strippers a run for their money??
Srini Mama, you were awesome as always. Do you have pins and needles under your toe? Drenched that little Ambi and danced when not needed.
The roommates actually forgot the whole thing called pole dance. I know you people are rigid as the pole should be, and hence swayed the sh!t out of it (him)
Varun and Nambi, you did set the floor on fire!!
The food needs mention. It was amazing. I remember seeing people seen as excited as a 5 year old in a candy shop, on seeing the well laid-out sumptuous spread.
We had fun. Loads and loads.
You etched memories of a lifetime.
You carved out a slice of our world as we part
You did everything you could
And gratitude with which we say,
We love you all!!!
Friday, 28 February 2014
The journey has been a roller coaster ride. 2 years of management education has made us wiser, I believe, if not by the volumes of education tried to shove up the brain, but by the life learnings.
The terms passed by, and we are here. Almost ready to be shown to the gate and to leave.
But now as we turn back into the way that leads us down the memory lane, we would know that, it was just the turn of events that made us hate them. It is just a matter of time that we would understand that how they meant to us.
The midnight munchings and the walk with the chilly wind blowing to send chills up the spines would be missed. The coffees at past one at Bistro and the bland sandwiches from CCD after shouting our larynx out to wake the guy shall be missed. All has been a part and parcel of our life.
We loved to huddle up in someone's room and make plans.
The bike rides to Mayajaal, the shared autos to Mahabalipuram, the beaches, the sun, the lovely chaats and ghee roasts of A2B, the restaurants of the temple town, the life- you shall be remembered.
The crushes, the love, the break ups, the pals and gals- you too shall be missed.
As we gear up for life, we will get to know that the past was heaven.
<Sniff, Sniff, I am getting emotional >
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