To Rahman, With love...

She writes...

What does it mean to me ? I wouldnt know. But today morning, as i was watching the award ceremony, it felt strange. I think its safe to say that i might have skipped a heart beat. 

I was proud of him. I am and i've always been.

I was proud to be someone who's grown up listening to his music.  He's the only musician in India who's album i would dare to buy without waiting for the review. In fact, he's the only musician i've been a fan of since i was 5 years old, a time i did'nt know what being a fan was..

I wish i could congratulate him personally. I wish i could tell him just once, how much his music means to me. That, there have been times when all my friends seemed insufficient, when all i wanted to do was to grab the cd and just listen to his sound. I wish i could tell him how many many many times i've gone to sleep listening only to his music. His music has been my lullaby, his music has been a friend , his music has made me fall in love, his music has made me cry, his music is divine! 

I am too much of a critic to actually love someone's work SO much. But i would not dare to play a critic to his music. In fact, he's my only known frame of reference for what i know about Indian Music. 

The Oscar is just another award. It doesn't really matter anymore, does it ?   

To me, He has always been a winner.. 

Love you Rahman sir... 

Random Thoughts....

She writes...

(So this is the first post of the many many posts to come in future under the title "Random thoughts". A new thing for the new year. A collection of my random thoughts. *smiles*)

I had this huge pile of documents to be filled/xeroxed/attested/printed which i need to submit on the day of my joining. So i was in my room reviewing all the copies and checking and rechecking to make sure i am done with this work once and for all, when i see this old, quandam, blemished, long sheet of paper. Of all the documents that i hold with my name on, this one seemed a tad different. 

Why, It was my Birth Certificate. An old parchment that seemed to have made a grand maiden entry into a file titled "DEEPU" before all the Admission forms,report cards, cultural certificates, mark sheets, degree certificate, passport, pan card, electoral card, license etc.. had come. 

The writing was so crooked, and the sheet almost on the verge of a turning into a half, Yet it seemed to possess a very humble meaning. Sort of a saying like "Here, she arrives" ! :-)

It actually got me wondering if it had never been made, would it have made any difference ? (Intense huh?) 

But, admist all these mixed emotions that i was going through , the one very weird thought that seemed to be constantly swimming on my head from the moment i saw the  document was "What would my death certificate look like? Would it be of any use at all ? Will someone preserve it like i did this one ? " 

Random thoughts !!! 

The Act of Shopping...

She writes...

Shopping isn't fun. Period. 

It took me a week and half of walking down the streets of some famous roads in Chennai, running to the places that offered a promising season sale and slogging my way up and down the elevators of some good 'ol malls to realise just THAT !!

I declare, Shopping is not everyone's cup of tea and Its certainly not a sport/hobby. 

Of course, given my luck and ability to shop successfully ( By successfully , i mean that you spend your money on buying the exact same product that was the target you started off to buy!) , I probably belong to a lesser known community of my gender who hate shopping. And this has become an issue, alright. In college, when your friends plan for a "fun" shopping trip on a sunday, you are totally cursing yourself for not being able to confess to your girls that you hate shopping. And if you do, first, there'd be this quitessential "HAhhhhhh" said in unison like its a courtroom drama and then the "look". Now, you are an outcast. Great !!

I just wonder why am not so good at shopping. Give me a million, I'll probably give it a start. 

Jokes apart, When i see some friends of mine going crazy with their pockets when it comes to shopping i can't help but feel sad for their disease. Its an Obsessive Complusive Disorder (OCD).

How else would you explain a person who has like a zillion pair of shoes to go and purchase just one more because its a famous shop? Insane, thats what i say. 

But, think of it, Shopping is a necessary evil. You need to buy stuff either this way or that. Don't even imagine delegating your shopping excercise to someone, that would just be a disaster. So you need to be out there , on the roads. And that sucks. *sighs*. You haven't started earning, Its your dad's money ( and let me make it clear, He's NOT an ATM) , you have a huge list of items to start with, plus you hate shopping. 

But i have to, and i am. Not enjoying it at all, 'cause one day i buy a pair of jeans for a good price in a well known shop and am very happy at my asserted choice and the deal only to find that the next day there's a "SALE" in a place where i know i  couldve got the same at a reduced cost. Argghhh. See, why i say shopping isn't fun. Its evil if you ask me, this act of shopping. 

PS :- Don't even get me started on "window shopping" !!

One fine morning...

She writes...

It is not everyday that you discover something new about yourself. A trait that you seem to possess and yet dont believe it when you realize you have it in you. Well, i just found out that I AM a morning person after all. When i say that, it doesn't mean i've never seen the rising sun. As a matter of fact, the last two years of my school days were spent waking up at wee hours and riding my bicycle to classes (Read Tutions!) that started that early.  

I am just saying that i never seemed to appreciate the wonderful feeling one gets when one wakes up early morning knowing that you dont have to hop on your vehicle to attend classes or to catch a bus to get to your office or do any pre-written task you procrastinated yesterday. Its a feeling where you know your day is SO new. At the cost of sounding very poetic, its like opening a blank page. A page that can be as rotten as yesterday or as intresting as today. Its for you to decide. I have been whining almost half of last year saying i was jobless (quite literally!) and totally empty all the time. I eventually succumbed to the cravings of my lazy self that i realised only today that its been almost 6 or 7 months since i woke up before eight in the morning. Okay, i know that eight for most of us IS early morning. But am talking 'really' early. 

 You see, when you catch a glimpse of the fresh daylight with a tinge of rain sprinkled graciously on your window and the beautiful greens splashing a genuine smile on you as you watch them from your balcony with a hot cup of tea, You know what am talking about.(By the way, i did not delibrately paint that dreamy set to make it appealing to the reader, sometimes it only takes a second look to see a picture like that which is right in front of your eyes). The whole day opens upon you. You don't remember a thing about yesterday and you are SO not bothered about tommorrow. In fact, you are not even planning anything for today. You just wait for it to unravel itself and pledge that you will make it gooood. For once in a long period of torturing time , i realised that its not too bad to be me. I mean, sure, i don't know when i'll finally get to start my career, i don't know if even after i start it, some guy from the top suddenly decides to mail his bunch of board memebers a five page letter saying the company is basically doomed, i don't know anything. But this one day, this morning, this one moment of peace can refresh you so much than F5 could ever do to our windows in a long time!

Adios two thousand and eight.

She writes...

Misses:

-> I miss my third row last bench fun. :-(

-> I haven't got my degree certificate yet. Dying to pose with that cheesy yellow robe. :-(

-> I am STILL waiting for my call to join Office. :-(

-> My birthday sucked this year.

-> India faced horrible terror attacks this year. :-( :-( :-( ( We are almost on the brink of starting a new year with war.)

-> I got a lot of training in spending time doing absolutly NOTHING. :-( 

-> My best friends are out of town. :-(

-> I miss my sweet ol' comp. :-(

-> I did not take up my violin classes as planned. :-(

-> I gained a kg. Boo hoo. :-(

-> I started going for morning walks and only after three weeks i quit. :-(

-> I screwed up my interview which wouldve otherwise been a great offer. :-(

-> Had a lot of fights with mom, dad n sis this year. (What do you expect me to do sitting home all day??) Sorry all, I love you. :-(

-> I did not see Superstar's movie. It did not do well. :-(

-> I lost my precious movie collection. :-(

-> I had to go through a terrible september-october this year. :-(

-> I still did not get that happening hair-do i wanted to. :-(

-> I went a tad too heavy on my expenses. :-(

-> Finally, Another year that just comes and goes. :-(

Hits :

( Go ahead and read, but on one condition. You have to say YAY! with me :-) ! )

-> I completed my engineering! Yay!

-> I learnt (some) cooking! Yay!

-> I am done with my 4 year old stint at the detention center! Yay!

-> I got a Pan card! Yay! ( Alright, That's a big thing for me. )

-> I got to watch TONS of movies this year. Most of which i liked. Indian cinema, way to go! Yay!

-> I finally got over my needle phobia. Yay! (Well, not completely. Am still human.Thanks to the gruesome blood test, Doctors are mean).  

-> I got a new ultracool 18.5 inch monitor,160 gb hdd, 1 gb ram, intel core 2 duo baby for myself.Yay!

-> I finished a .Net certification course from NIIT. (Okay, thats geeky but still...) GoYay!

-> I've gained a LOT of control over my extremely hovering emotions and thoughts. Yay!

-> I got some lovely pretty pink dresses this year. Yay! 

-> I became a computer science tutor. ( Not the kiddy ones, i actually got paid. Thanks aunty and uncle.) Yay!

-> I loved the olympics. Indian got a gold. Yay!

-> We bet the aussie ass's hard and strong. :-) Yay!

-> I STARTED A BLOG. YAY!

-> Finally, The year i've been waiting since what,15 ?!. I am Deepika Prabhakar,B.Tech IT. I am going to work. I am going to earn. I am going to live my life Queensize. 

Actually, To hell with the hits and misses. 

I love you earth. I'll go easy on you this year. Will keep the global warming warning (Did you read that right? :-) Ha...) always on my head. 

In return, you do me a favor. Find where the terrorist junta are located and do your thing. As in, you know the natural calamity and all. Use it all on them. We have no hope on our governments. 

And, Here's to ALL you great great people who've been reading my blogs all along this year, A big thank you. I loved every single comment. 

Be good, do good, help others, donate blood, eat healthy and now, stop reading the crap! :-)

You know what's good for you, so do it and be it. 

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR. :-)

  

Girls talk..

She writes... 

Did you know? Girls talk. Don't give me the look now. I mean, they talk TALK. You see, If you pick the most quietest girl from a bunch of girls, she would still beat the most talktive boy from a gang of guys. Thats the kind of 'talking' am talking about! 

Well, Thats what girls are made of. A few extra glands working for the vocal cords. This is not a theory that i accidently stumbled upon in some chic magazine. Every girl knows this. Its a part of our make up. And its SO cool, you guys have no idea. When a girl is talking with her friend she doesn't just talk about bags and buckets. Guys might probably have a hard time understanding what i am going to say next , but they talk about cars to cartoons to computers, gabbana to ghosts to guys(!), rockets to roses and to everything and anything one could possibly imagine. Girls don't necessarily need to know the thing to talk about it. We talk nevertheless. And that precisely breaks the boundaries of our minds to love/hate something based on our individual prespective. 

By now, most of you reading this would've probably assumed that am just being euphemistic when i say 'Girl's talk' instead of 'Girl's gossip'. If you did my friend, i am sorry, you got the whole thing wrong. Gossip is to simply wag your tongue speaking about others , revealing secrets or simply discussing their life which is of no concern to you. If you agree with the above definition, then probably, all these lovely news channels that we have are basically 'gossiping' all the time. Just like there is a subtle difference between news and gossip, so is one between talk and gossip. Oh by the way, We also gossip. *smiles*

A simple example, when a gang of girls plan a get together, you usually find them looking for a place where they can hang out and also sit down and TALK once the partying is done. Because friends, for us it doesn't just work with video games and F1 races. I am guessing, the maximum a guy communicates with his friend while watching a match is when asking him to pass the snack. Am not saying its wrong to not talk. In fact i think its the best equation among us. 

Girls tend to get too emotional when they talk. They can't help it. They need that extra ounce of emotion coupled with a complex thought process to be able to convey a simple message across. Guys dont have to do that. They just never think.*winks*. No, seriously, If you are a girl and you have a good friend in a guy, consider yourself lucky because you just have to talk to your guy friend to forget all your problems. Thats because when you try to tell them your problem , they are probably not listening and so in turn they end up giving you an advice which in the first place you know yourself. So your having a laugh and the guy is feeling triumphant at his extraordinary talent. Now your laughing again. 

And if you are a guy and you happen to have a good friend in a girl, consider yourself a zillion times luckier. Come on, you guys can't be friends with a girl that easy. You are either flirting with her or being a showboat just for the heck of it. That's why the zillion times. Try opening up to your girl friend (not your girlfriend, thats suicidal :-) !!) atleast once in your life, you would know. This is what happens, you blackout for sometime and when you gain consciousness you have no idea what your problems were. (Just dont add a new problem by falling for your girl pal, dude!) They might not have given you solutions to your problems, (even if they did you guys are too chauvinistic to follow them anyway so who are we kidding, right?) but you just threw all your burdens away. That feeling of weightlessness is all you need to understand why a girl listens AND talks.

Its nothing really..

She writes... 

Wow, it feels great to just write the words "She writes.." ! Just so you know, i've started to write this blog simply because i had NOTHING better to do. But the problem is that I seem to do only 'nothing' these days. So writing the blog is probably the best thing that i'm doing in a very long time. Ha, gotcha ! 

Its funny you know, every night when i go to bed the last thing that i'm thinking is about a new topic to be discussed in my next blog. No, i am not kidding. I really do think about stuff, serious stuff when the lights go out and am in the bed. ( Did i just hear your mind say, " Duh! Everyone does" ) . But they just disperse like dreams the next morning. Sometimes i wonder if they were the dreams themselves. Anyway as i was saying, i'm thinking real stuff, like economy crisis, terrorism, obama, test cricket, Chandrayaan etc etc but none of them seem to have made it to the page. Interestingly, the reason is not too complicated to analyse either. I am lazy. 

I guess its just human to be crazy and passionate about a newbie at the begining and eventually let go as days pass by, unlesss i'm earning a whopping 30 grand a month for every blog i write. :-)  . Probably a thing like that would make me want to visit my blog everyday, huh ? OR would it ? 

Anyway, i have successfully completed my NIIT certification. I wouldn't call it hardtime but the module exams were certainly a pain. I'm just glad its over. Eh, actually No, i don't think am 'really' glad its over. They were the only source of reason for me to grab my peppy and roam around the streets of Pondy bazaar every afternoon every day. I'll certainly be missing the rides i guess. I also took a sojourn to Hyderabad. It was good, although very tiring. Apparently a five day stay in a city like Hyderabad does not sound very 'holidayey'. 

Happened to watch 'Roadside Romeo'. Was good. It was like seeing a tribute (Read Spoof!) from Yash Raj productions to all the previous Yash Raj productions. God, they must like themselves a lot. 

Diwali, this year was the most sober one i've ever celebrated. No, nothing bad happened but nothing great happened as well. It was boring. Period. 

So i guess i've done justice to october with two blogs to its credit. Though, this time the three week gap between the previous blog and this one does not seem all that bad. In fact, i am hardly even guilty. For the simple reason being, I don't have ANYTHING to blog, because its NOTHING really.

Oh and before i forget, Happy diwali you guys ! I hope you had a blast. :-)