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Basically, you're brave, daring, chivalrous, and pretty much.. an all around good person. Of course, some see you as a goodie-two-shoes. But hey, it's true! You're really good at winning, and normally always come out as the hero. Everybody likes you.. except, maybe, the Slytherins. You're too perfect. No, really.. You're too perfect. It's annoying to watch you win, repeatedly. Oh well. Be proud anyway


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Thursday, September 08, 2005
Mobbed in the mob

Driving / riding in Chennai has become a REAL nightmare. A travel from Guindy to Spencer's on the same Anna Salai, which for some reason, is called so for miles and miles and some more miles.

One can only see a sea of heads in any given milieu. The other day I almost lost sight of my Dad 'cos I had dropped into a shop on the way. People are on edge with tempers flaring at the slightest inclination. (The other day in the midst of the morning rush to office, it was highly irritating to witness a fight between the ever--arrogant MTC (Chennai's public transport) driver and a car driver).

It is very evident that the city planners have just not done their job properly given the high growth of population. Can anything be done now? I wonder! Agreed that some flyovers and I-dont-know-what-they-call-them complex flyovers are coming up at four points in the city, but is this going to alleviate the situation. Something must be done, but what?

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Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Extremely busy - BRB

... Swamped with work !

Listening to Oru Maalai  from Ghajini - cool song... smooth.

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Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Teaser Ads... again, and with a vengeance

There seems to be another wave of teaser ads in the city.

Some of them -

... I will still do it when I'm sixty...
... We do it every evening...
... Sunday-naa rendu...

Double entendres galore - we used to have a gala time guessing up since these banners are never what they seem to allude to.

Here too, the first two were for a fitness centre in Chennai and the last one was for a tamil daily...

I still haven't figured out what the "Q is dead" means... Any clue?

Am listening to Konjam Konjam from Arindhum Ariyaamalum


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Monday, August 29, 2005
Am back!!! For good? Dunno!

Hey guys,

For those who've had the interest and inclination (gadzooks!! that is impertinent!) to drop by the past year, I'm back. For how long? I wouldn't know that now, would I? Uh-uh!

Let's see what I have to say now...

Ahem!


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Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Ze end?

Looks like I'm gonna have to close-down this blog. Just don't seem to have enough time now-a-days :-(

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Monday, August 16, 2004
Apt & timely

These guys never fail to catch the spirit of the moment. :-)

Athens 2004


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Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Strange, but true...

  • Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odour.
  • Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children – last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."
  • Houses had thatched roofs – thick straw – piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the dogs, cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof – hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."
  • There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could really mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
  • The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt, hence the saying "dirt poor."
  • The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on the floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they kept adding more thresh
    until when you opened the door it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway, hence, a "thresh hold."
  • In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much
    meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes the stew had food in it that had been there for quite awhile. Hence the rhyme, "peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old."
  • Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man "could bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and "chew the fat."
  • Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with a high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning and death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
  • Most people did not have pewter plates, but had trenchers, a piece of wood with the middle scooped out like a bowl. Often trenchers were made from stale bread which was so old and hard that they could be used for quite some time. Trenchers were never washed and a lot of times worms and mould got into the wood and old bread. After eating off wormy, mouldy trenchers, one would get "trench mouth."
  • Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or "upper crust."
  • Lead cups were used to drink ale or whiskey. The combination would sometimes knock them out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a "wake."
  • England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a "bone-house" and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they thought they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the "graveyard shift") to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be "saved by the bell" or was considered a "dead ringer."

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Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Gone are the days... but not the memories

Gone are the days
When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.

Gone are the days
When we queued up in the book depot,
And got our new books and notes.

Gone are the days
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals,
And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.

Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in the basketball court.

Gone are the days
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.

Gone are the days
Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day,
And the one-month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams,
And the most enjoyed holidays after them.

Gone are the days
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost, we laughed, we cried,
we fought, we thought.

Gone are the days
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.

Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and Ever.


Happened upon this poem lately and reading it made me sit up and ponder on days gone by and days going on. Life has changed such a lot from the fun-and-frolic-times of school days when all we had to worry about was studying and coming first. I feel life was a lot more focussed at that time. Little to distract, no home-budgets, no hassles of cooking and cleaning and running after the maid, all-in-all, no tension!

In present times, when friends call all we think of asking is how are the kids, what disagreement did you have with your Mum-in-law, what did you cook, what about your career graph??? Phew!!! Itz become a complex world, indeed!

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Thursday, August 05, 2004
An ode to a snowbird

One of my favourite songs of all times.... by Anne Murray... an artiste whose songs I remember as one of the first collection that I ever listened to...

Beautiful words in this particular song... touches your heart!

Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean
The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green
The snowbird sings the song he always sings
And speaks to me of flowers that will bloom again in spring

When I was young my heart was young then, too
Anything that it would tell me, that's the thing that I would do
But now I feel such emptiness within
For the thing that I want most in life's the thing that I can't win

Spread your tiny wings and fly away
And take the snow back with you
Where it came from on that day
The one I love forever is untrue
And if I could you know that I would
Fly away with you

The breeze along the river seems to say
That he'll only break my heart again should I decide to stay
So, little snowbird, take me with you when you go
To that land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow

Yeah, if I could I know that I would fl-y-y-y-y away with you

In one of her more exuberant moments...   Atlantic City, Handprints in Cement - 2002





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Friday, July 30, 2004
Chocolate cakes and chocolate fudge!

Gonna try my hand at some cooking this weekend. Sure hope it does not turn out like this...




Footnote on 02nd August ---

How on earth did the cartoon change...??? Beats me!! Anyway, makes for a little variety round the place so I'm gonna let it be. :-)

Footnote on 03rd August ---

Ok, I got it changed back.... your turn now!

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