The love package that came from Florida!!

It was the 20th of August 2009.. one heck of a hot summer day and I came running to my friend's place. I saw someone talking over the phone and not bothering to look at him, I just went inside. Someone told me that it was the ' talking over the phone' guy's birthday. Not wanting to miss a chance of wishing the birthday boy.. I went next to him and said ' Hey Fox! happy Birthday! '

Like any normal person, I was expecting a 'Thank you' from his side. To my surprise, I received a very snobbish kind of an acknowledgment. I really didn't want to talk with him or be friends with him for life! But, I think someone heard me wrong. I don't even remember when we formally got introduced to each other and how we even started our long never ending conversations.

People say that Love happens only once... But for me it was from 3 different sources back home and one with a very new relation in the strange 'china-town'. We went out for walks...late night walks... and I know I never told this to my brother because I was a little too shy and scared. :) But those were some of the most beautiful days. I never knew why I felt jealous when he spoke of other girls. I never knew why I always wanted him to be with me. I didn't want that feeling to be a crush!! All right I was in LOVE!! Now what? Tell him and embarrass myself if he didn't have feelings for me?? No way! I will sit back... think it over and then just tell him so obviously that he knows what I am trying to say. I was not going to give him any indirect hints.

Somehow... we didn't even want to propose formally to each other because we both knew where things were taking us and it seemed very obvious. He was an awesome guy... world's best to be husband.. We fought for no reasons, I cried for all reasons ( a girl at her best ) and he still made it all SO beautiful. He could make fun of the whole world because he was a NO nonsense person and was very quick witted to let anybody take over him.

He had a balance (over his life too) as good as a mountain goat ( that's what he called himself) and he was a very proud Leo. He loved football and made sure that he bugged me with his football videos. He loved being obsessive about cleaning while I was such a mess-o-holic!! He loved being organized and found things like a search engine as soon as I said I had lost it. He liked cooking and was great at making proper shaped Rotis (flat wheat bread). My mom still complains about me asking him to make my Rotis. He was an English movie buff!! But he watched Bhagyaraj movies for me. He took driving classes for me and let me drive on the highway on the first day ( I doubt if I could let anyone do that). He had so much confidence in me that I really began feeling good about myself.

He had a long nose, pretty eyes and he loved playing with my chubby cheeks!

He was a BIG box of gift that came from the Gator nation to the world of the Jayhawks!!


P.S: I am his soon to be VIXEN :)

only his!!

Bhargavi

U.S.A part 2

To Lawrence, with Love...

I was wanting to publish this post from the US itself... But something just stopped me from doing it. Here I am trying to modify this post a little so that it is honed to perfection. ( I still wouldn't call it P.E.R.F.E.C.T)

So, as every other piscean is programmed to imagine... I had zillion number of things in mind and the extent of imagination was INTENSE. It was pretty much close to what the movies had shown in the past... Wide roads, cars EVERYWHERE, Burgers, Pizza... Man! This place was REALLY stunning.

The one thing that I noticed after coming to US was that most people here were majorly polite and sometimes it even puzzled me as to how people could be SO nice. The first one week in the US was nothing very different from what it used to be in India. Well, actually there was a BIG difference. At some point of time I have heard my brother say that he was a totally responsibilty-free individual in the US and all of a sudden I was going to be a most challenging responsibilty that he had ever taken in his life.

There were certain things that I SO didn't wish to do for I knew that I was not putting my best possible effort at all. Afternoons were supremely boring and I used to count the number of hours after which my brother used to be home. Well, the sad part of the story is that I was supposed to be revising loads so that it could help me get funded. But, there was something that stopped me from doing all of it... Jet Lag... Duh!

Days were coming close and I was leaving for my university town in day's time. I was beginning to feel very weird for I was being kicked out of home for the first time and I had NO idea how it was to live with three random girls.

So we left... and as we entered Kansas, I just realized that I was struck by a lighting and I had entered the gates of heaven. As we entered Kansas reality struck me once again. This place did not have tall raised buildings nor did it have a million McDs (Eating at McDs are a major source of show off in India :P)

The inital few days were a little tricky. To be honest, I used to prepare my dialogs which were pretty much close to any native English speaking person. Not that I was not good at conversing, but I really wanted to sound at least a little polite like the people around me. ( or may be because I wanted to get my accent right :P)

Soon days became months and I was beginning to like everything around me. Ouch!! You can't always like everything that you see during the first few months. In a couple of months as fall approached, I knew that somethings were not at the right place and it was high time I corrected all those mistakes ( instances avoided on purpose) :)

Not that I wasn't aware of the change in seasons, somehow things began to look different and love began to pour and this time it had a GREAT quality and quantity.

Today it is more than a year since I landed into the 'land of dreams' and I have NO regrets at all. I might not have spent time in updating the blog page, but I have surely spent a lot of GOOD times with family and friends.

Life is Beautiful :)

Buggy

Uzhavar Sandai of Aminjikarai (U.S.A) part 1

As the big giant plane took off from Delhi, I bid a 'c u soon' to India. The pain was intense for I could see that watery eyes of amma and hear the 'kavala padathey kanna' voice of appa. So, as the airplane took off, there was some kinda mixed reaction within myself.

I was going to the US, a place which was named the 'land of dreams' and I was going to see my brother after about 2 years. Landing into a nation where you still have your family never lets you feel all alone and deserted.

I slept for straight 12 hours outta the 16 hour journey, happily enjoying the comforts of the first class. As the plane took a turn from the north pole, I woke up to see where exactly the plane was flying. Shoot!! It was about 25 miles from Chicago and I hadn't filled any of the immigration or customs forms. Hence I filled it up and kept waiting... waiting and waiting.... There we were... I could see lights all over Chicago and still I was just searching for that one pair of eyes...Stretching my neck up and high... I could see him with that 'dimple' smile. 'Papa' was how he called me and hugged me tight.

As I walked from the International to domestic terminal, I was trying to explain all my excitement to my brother. Unintentionally, I started explaining with 'Lollu sabha Manohar' expressions. He said 'ei... nee paatuku kaiya kaala aati paysadey... idu america' . Alrite now... my tummy started getting excited as well. So I had to give it some food... There is this place called Starbucks where they are supposed to be giving good tea.

With a 'Rouse' english my brother asked 'hey could i have one chai- te-late with 5 pumps of cream please' and I was assuming that it was some creepy thing which he was ordering. Paatha!! Namma nair kadai masala chai pa... Very worstu... I was like 'ewww... I can't handle if it is so sweet'. But obviously, anything that he gets me has its own added value :)

We waited in the airport like for sometime until they called out for the flight going to Tulsa. As soon as we got into "AMERICAN" it moved like a teeni veeni ant in the BIG airport. Guess what.. I saw like 20-25 airplanes standing right behind to take off... I asked my brother 'dei... yenna ipdi iruku" and all that he said was 'ei... idu koyembedu bus stand d... anga bus nikkum inga plaaaaiiin nikkum' Honestly speaking, so true he was.

This was when I first time I saw the bright day in Tulsa. Looking all sides, asking him stupid questions... all I wanted to do was to reach home :) OUR HOME IN TULSA.

To be continued...

Sans-Jeevanam

Been about 10 minutes since I got from the "health food" restaurant. Yeah!! I am talking about Sanjeevanam @ nungambakkam. Ah!! I need it... I just need it for my desperation to eat there today.

OK... So I went there in need of some kinda change from other hotels. Being a fanatic fan of soups I ordered for one full "vegetable clear soup". The service was pretty fast cos the buggers were very lazy to heat it or in health food's language... "re-heating is banned"

So the moment the soup came.... I felt exactly like the goat in the picture below except that I was not as cute as that animal :)

Yes!! Also I did not make the meh-may-meh sound... Precisely that is what differentiates us. Oh ya!! We both had flowers.. I had cauliflower in that soup and looks like the goat is having some wild flower!!

My tongue was half buried in the cemetery right after having the soup. Next was the "Peas-tofu Pulao" Believe me ... he calls it health food and fails to serve fresh green peas... rather serves the hard soaked dry peas. The element named "salt" was forgotten in the gobi manchurian gravy. What more could I ask for....

My mood was not aiding me as well... yes I was sad for some damn reason!! So I thought "why not have some juice that enhances your mood and gives you energy" and ordered for "dates juice". Machi... know what it just tasted like the honey water that my grand dad used to give me after he finished his exercise session. So the other half of my tongue was marching towards the cemetery.

WHAT!!! LOOKING FOR SOME MORE NEWS!!! END OF THE STORY!!

Climax of the story: Poppai pasikardu... sob sob :(

Moral of the story: Health may be wealth... In such cases you probably have to bury your tongue or ask you taste buds to commit suicide! :P

Silly Serials

It all starts off with Koolangal, Annamalai, Chittttheeeeeeee, Kalasam!! Duh! Whatever!!

Probably due to ignorance or total vettitanam I used to watch Chitheeee. I used to love the title song and best of all Radhika's husky voice.

So one day when my grand parents had been home I just wanted to catch a glimpse of all serials :P ( Peak of vettitanam) So presenting some #$%^&*( similarities between serials

1. When someone wishes to commit suicide he/she takes a bottle.... stares at it with hands shivering... and the bottle correctly has the "POISON" sticker to it. Adu yepdi pa.. veetla stock vechurpaalo? and yes.. to be more precise the consistency of the poison is EXACTLY like that of honey... Yenna koduma saar idu!! :P

2. In every serial women are the highlight. These days, to be honest men suffer more. So there must be a serial taken on the life of some great guy named "chitaaapppppppppa" where the guy solves all the problems including his mother-in-law, office, kids, wife's extra marital affair... blah blah! Would be of little change :D

3. The day when the lead heroine gets pregnant only the top part of the body is focussed... else the heroine wears a "Dola-dola" kameez... I am against mentioning names... but apdi pannaleina serial le twist vandurumey!!

4.You know out of 10 serials 7 serials have superb title songs... Pretty good number man!!

5. Ah!! Now coming to food!! In EVERY serial Idly and Chutney is THE food for the day... The common dialogue being.. "Poi kai kaal eh kazhuvittu vaanga... tiffen yeduthu vekkarein..." So this guy freshens himself and comes to the dining table... Give me a break!! THEY ALL SERVE IDLY,CHUTNEY and SAMBAR... The number is exactly 2... The guy finishes eating and washes his hands right on the plate... No guy/girl is such a huge lazy bum these days...

6. There is a family that is supposed to be so poor that they are not able to repay some loan, give dowry for their daughter... but you look at their house... It is like.... SO huge... If you say that they would have rented it... Still... If they were so poor how would they pay such a huge rent! ABSOLUTELY ABSURD

7.Up next, the empty coffee cup... The wife says "irunga coffee yeduthundu varein" and you see what!! She plainly brings an empty cup.. and the husband drinks it with the ssssrrp sound... (kaykaravanga kayna payala irunda yeruma kooda MS padika pogumam)

8.Yet again... The look alike story!! Mummy heroine and Daughter heroine look like photo-copies of each other... Like Anna malai radhika, Kalasam Ramya Krishnan... Precisely like Surya Vamsam Sarath Kumar!

9.You don't watch a serial for 2 years and suddenly watch it on one fine day... Still, you would understand the story... cos it has such a SLOW pace.

I remember, once appa was back from office and my grand parents were watching some serial... Looking at one character, appa suddenly got a doubt outta nowhere and asked.. "yein ma... iva daan nallaval aachey?? " My granny replied "Dei, adu !@#$%^& serial la da.. idu (*&^&^%$ serial la da... naan apparam kadai sollarein" lol... REPEATITION of same individual in 11 outta 10 serials.

Now for all the serial freaks!! Take a chill pill!! Nakkals were unintentional!!

tatas

buggy

Adi Serupaaala!! :P

Right now I am totally down and looks like blogging is my only source of diversion. Emotions apart!! This post will mainly talk little sense and more of mind voice!! It all started with former president Bush when an Iraqi journalist threw a shoe at him.

So, did this incident give courage to the mass ... or did the leaders learn to handle such losers with great amount of tolerance.

This is how the former president reacted to the journalist "Thanks for apologizing on behalf of the Iraqi people. It doesn't bother me," Mr. Bush joked: "If you want the facts, it's a size 10 shoe that he threw."

Here is my version if the soul of vadivelu had possessed former president Bush

" avan public nu kooda paakaliye.... yedutaaaaan paaru chappals ah... Naan apdiye shooock aayitein"

Next, I thought it was just one such incidence which would not be repeated.. How wrong I was!!

So there is this clean chit business with anti-sikh riots which we are not going to discuss here.

The home minister P.Chidambaram is addressing the media when suddenly someone throws a shoe at him.

His reaction "let not the action of one emotional person hijack the entire press conference. I have answered his questions to the best of my ability."

To be honest... Are all these politicians trying to be nice... or.. I don't understand.

So what if vadivelu had possessed him.

"dei cheena baana.. idey apdiye maindain pannu... panchayathu mudinju pochu.. po po po... aha.. vidra vidra"

well yes... our opposition leader was also not spared... His reaction to it is not very clear but I am assuming that he was also trying to be nice. Worst part is... his own party worker threw slippers at him. So here is vadivelu's version
" Vanda annikey moonji mela cheppals adichutaaney... daangerous pellow... ivaney carepul ah daan handil pannanum"

The other day I burst out laughing when I saw that some renowned politician had an "anti-slipper" gaurd during his election campaign... Truly was he expecting it!!

"maaapu cheppals aaley vechutaanda aaaapu... aaaaaaaaaavuuuuuuuuuu"

Our most educated prime minister was a victim of this incident. Possibly this is a nation where educated people are ruled by uneducated jerks. Forget it! It is not our topic of interest!

So wats vaigai puyal's say on this " yennala yevvalo mudiyumo avalo naal aatshee senjein... naanum yevvvvalo naal daan aatshee senja maariye nadikardu... adula oruthan sonnan... yenna sonnalum talai aataraan da... ivan rommmmmmmmmba nalllllllllavan nu sollitaan pa.. aaaaavuuu" So forgive the show thrower nu sollitaaru..

you know! Right now I am feeling a little good.. there is some improvement in my mood!! :D

Going back to the days when Sachein was released... Aiya chaamy alias arnold was so famous...

Aiya chaami : "sonnana!!!"
Shalini: "hmmm..."
Aiya chaami: "totaaal ah sonnana!!!"
Shalini: "hmmmmm..." and she bends down to take her slippers
Aiya chaami: "aaai shalu ma.. idellam kalyanathuku apparam vechuko"
Shalini: "college nu paakarein.. illati serrrrupu pinjurum" :P

aaavvvuuuuuuuuing off,

Aiya buggy :P

ThE RuLe BoOk Of SaItAnS

I have always wanted to write this post for there have been many occasions where we feel there is some satanic power in our life :P So.. this is what the our rule book says

"Tell me how much you dislike the person... I will decide how often you meet thee"

This rule tries to convey that depending on how much you dislike someone the saitans will see to it that you meet them maximum number of times... Mean O!! x-(

"How much are you searching for it... I am watching... and yes I will keep watching until you don't require thee"

When you try searching for something desperately, the satanic power makes sure that you don't find it at the right moment.. instead make it appear when you absolutely don't need it. Sigh!

"Better thee taste... Horrible it is for your body"

This is a pretty popular one.Better the taste.. the scientists are ready to prove that it is harmful for your health.. (Lays... No one can eat just one :P)

"If thee is online 24x7, he shall know how many of thee's friends are online"

This is something everybody asks me "why are you online 24x7" My mind voice replies "machi... How wud you know that I was online 24x7, if you were not online for equal number of hours"

"When thee meets his/her crush.. thee's tongue gets tied"

It so happens that if someone meets their crush... their tongue goes on a strike!! Useless bugger! the two people end up putting horrible useless senselss humorless mokkai! x-(

"Thee fights with him/her first... at the end.. he/she is thee's best buddy"

Something that fits into the blogger's life.. I earned my best buddies that way :D

"Thee finds that her costume is not as nice as the other's dress... AND vice versa"

Meaning implied... any explanations required?

"Thee is watching a movie... the movie is clean and great UNTIL thee's parents enter the arena"

How much more embarrassed could you get... I have heard millions of them complain abt this stuff... sob sob :'(

More will be added to this post as and when it strikes the blog owner's brain

ruling off,

Thee buggy :P

P.S: personal experiences are welcome... the rule book still has 'n' number of pages empty

SIBLINGS and SCRIBBLINGS

Looks like my brain is getting rusted.So it is high time that I try giving it some work. I am wondering which topic could probably be humorous? After so much consideration I am planning to post something about relationships. So which of it could probably fit in at the current scenario?

1. Mother & Son and Father & daughter combination never fails. It is scientifically proved I suppose.But, I am not confident of its place of origin :)
2. Moving on to girl friend/boy friend relationship I am supposing that it would be filled with expectations. Hence it can prove to be a challenging aspect of life.
3.Coming up next... SIBLINGS!! wow.. This is one of the most interesting relationship one can have.

Hence I decided I would ask people about how they felt about this special relationship. Here we also need to discuss on the so called "one man army" rather the single born kids.

My question was the same to two people belonging to the "single kids" category. How does it feel being alone at home?

A: "Positive side is that there will be no comparisons at all at home. you can own everything at home like a king else you have to share.. parents may sometimes go with the younger kid"
( OK!! Now that sounds like a little possessiveness!! A's vision... no complaints)
So I ask A... How about the negative aspect now? A tells me...

A: Hmmm... You don't have anybody to SHARE your worries and stuff... ( The same soul that said that It does not like sharing things at home :P So this soul does not like the materialistic sharing... but misses the sharing of emotions)

Interesting!! Again nothing so crib about!!

I ask the same question to B.
B: I liked being alone when I was young... But as years passed... All my cousins had siblings with whom they could share/care/fight and they always had this special bond between them. I felt that I was left alone. (Pretty much understandable)

B: You are provided with more facilities... and you can lead a comfortable life ( Yet again... An inclination towards materialistic pleasure)

B: I used to be a loner... an introvert... most single born kids are loners.. (ya! now that is not good news)

All right!! Moving on to the buggers with siblings! Personally speaking I feel that my sibling is the best gift that my parents could have ever given to me. Not that we have always been nice to each other... But, we still don't mind sharing every grain of rice earned. So I ask two others who belong to this Sister-Brother "Siblingship"

How does it feel having a sister/brother?

C: It feels great... My only wish on sibling is older brother ( The blogger completely agrees with C)
In fact there have been many cases where most number of gals have always wanted to have an older bother... sorry brother :P

D tells me... "mmm... It feels great" (end of the conversation... a reply in 3 words... That defines it all)

It so happens that an older brother knows his sister inside out.. but at times they can turn secretive. Possibly because they feel that the younger one is too young to understand his problem. Still the blogger strongly believes that there must be a reason behind all that.

Coming to the brother-brother relationship... I asked one of my craziest buddy... He says "If we have a good rapport we can share anything and everything between us... can face anything together boldly...irukara ayogya tanam laam asaalt ah pannitu onnumey pannada maari effect ah podalam.. appo appo yedavdu nalladum pannalam.. CAN LEARN MANY THINGS LIKE THAT OF CURRENT WORLD AFFAIRS" (nambittom :P) lol... On the negative side he says people might compare you with your sibling and at the end of it the one who is less successful may develope inferiority complex... and again when the rapport is not good there is always a problem of not sharing things/feelings. (Point to be noted)

Finally the sister-sister relationship... Probably I prefer this the least... Ask me the reason!! I don't know... Intimacy may be high but on the whole.. there always is a need for a guide/mentor for the younger one which I am not very sure how the elder sister can handle. Yet again, opinions can always differ and individuals definitely differ.

Please bear with the blogger for she has tried to scribble in something for giving work to her brain.

This blog topic does not mean to offend anybody and is truly the opinions taken from different people belonging to totally different back grounds.

Sibling off,
Bugs

Sari and Women

Often I wonder why all women look extremely pretty when they wear saris. Is it the color or is it the way it is tied or... some unknown secret? One fine day a close relative of yours announces about their wedding, the next thought for women goes straight to the sari shops. OK chill! I am in to this league :D

So when the sari hunt begins a league of women attack the sari shop. The hub for sari shopping in Chennai is T.Nagar. The order of the visit may change... It can range from the " vivaaaaaahaaaa the Chennai Silks" to the Sneha style "Polllllaamaaa" Saravana Stores. Anyways forget it! The blogger is a little weak in this area hence her destination to shop is a little different.

In many cases I've noticed that the duration of time taken to select a sari is directly proportional to the time for which the husband waits outside the store. Some shops like Naidu hall are considerate enough to put chairs outside for people to make themselves comfortable. :P OK so finally the sari/saris is/are selected and next comes the "Blouse mania". "Anda Meera jasmine Potundu varuvaaley anda maari blouse stitch pannunga" Seri! Meera jasmine potunda nanna irukkum... aana Jeera Jasmine potunda?? :P It so happens that in most cases the attached blouse material that comes with the sari is not sufficient enough. So adukku oru kutty hunt!!

Now the sari and the blouse is all ready!! So as THE day approaches the excitement is very high and people are smiling all wide :D. For the first time sari kattufying league of girls, the walk is going to be like that of a delicate darling. The reason behind this is that you always have a fear of tripping and falling in front of the public. The other reason is that the girl (if lean) would have used 'n' million pins to support the sari. ;) So careful ah daan handil pannanum.

When it comes to experienced women the approach is pretty casual. They are very busy discussing the material as if it is anyway going to bother the other party. "Oh!! idu silk cotton ah! paaka pattu maariye irukey mami" In some cases the weight of the sari is much greater than the weight of the person wearing it. The color description is something that we definitely have to appreciate. They are so good at describing it(ranging from ramar pachai to mayil kazhuthu blue).

One real life incident is that I had got one sari for some family function. My brother being away from home, I showed him my sari through the webcam. I was expecting a reaction like "wow... so amazing... such a good taste you have" but, his reaction for showing him the sari was "Hmmm..." Aiyo semmuthiya bulb yerinjuthu! :'( I don't blame him as I know most guys do not over react.

There is something I wish to share. In real life no woman/girl would like somebody else to wear a sari just like hers. The reason is not known but at times even the blogger tends to think like that.

On the whole the 'concept of sari' can bring about various emotions of a girl/woman that includes happiness(when her favourite guy is around her), feeling sad( when you don't get the sari of your choice), jealousy( when somebody wears a sari better than yours), possessiveness ( you are the sole properietor of the design)

Saring off,

Buggy

The blogger is running outta topics... Hence this page will be inactive till she finds an interesting topic. If you have any idea that you wish to share with me, please see to it that it must have lot of humor and must be little out of the track.

Thank you for your co-operation.


P.S: Please do not assume that I am shutting down this page... this hibernation period will last for minimum duration


Till then Live well!!