teeth verse me - Part II
There are so many things piled up in life and the New Year is going to start just around the corner. Loads and loads to catch up in life, specially one special thing called My Blog. Couldn’t think of writing something new without paying due respect to my dear tooth :).
Well the fight was still on and there no change I was going to win it this time. Went to the dentist next day with the same egg in my mouth. They tried there level best not to make that “iieee” face and instead try to make a sympathy face, but then when you are in so much pain you try to take as much sympathy as possible. This time a more experienced doctor is called in, I feel special, i got something serious, “experienced dentist”. He takes a look at the situation then says only way to cure the infection and swelling is to treat the tooth but cannot perform root canal as the infection is too sever, words scroll in my mind “severe infection”. I don’t care do whatever you want, I did not want to spend rest of my life looking like chapatti, which has blown up from one side but not from the other as the dough was too sticky.
After few more what we are going to do, what better for you and how much it’s going to cost you, they decide to take out the tooth. I was winning I was going to hit my enemy right at its root, guess it did not see it coming. They ask me to have something to eat as it will be a while since I get to eat normal again. I wait, each tick of the clock taking me closer to winning the war and finally the bang.
They take me to the other side of the building, sit on those dentist chairs, candy pink in color, I don’t get it, is to mock at the patient for eating too much candy?? Well this is not the first time am in this chair, old memories rush back into my mind, of the pain, terrible pain, injections, I hold on to the chair tight. Doctor walks in or rather a surgeon as they call him, as me to open my mouth check which bad teeth needs to be taken out (yeah baby who is winning now).
Now the most dreadful and painful situation a person can be in life, he fills the injection with anesthetic, I close my eyes and it hurts, ah is all that could come out of my mouth. Then there is this silence as if mourning for the tooth that is going to die, my tooth was given a higher priority over me, death with honor. Then the real war starts, surgeon is struggling with the teeth, it’s not ready to come out, I try to shout in pain but they care more about the teeth now, teeth is giving a tuff fight not ready to come out that easily, surgeon tries harder now, buy this time am trembling in pain, nurse had to hold my feat. Dead silence, surgeon quickly puts two stitches on the empty space left by the tooth. They don’t show it to me they take it away, even though I must be celebrating my win I feel like a loser, I miss my teeth.
After several ice packs and fading anesthesia effect, I can see a wide gap between my teeth; I can feel the air enter my mouth if I do EEEEE, and my tongue just keeps poking it as if a young kid who does not like jelly and keeps poking it’s finger into it making faces. No aarad and aaut (that’s hard and hot in mallu) and brush for 24 hours. And keep popping the pills, it was “severe infection”.
This is how the war ends between my tooth and me, I never get back to be normal, I can hardly chew things from that side now, even it appears in the photos, brush always slides into it and it’s hard to hold water in your mouth. But I have to move on with this gap not only in my mouth but in my heart too.
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Teeth versus Me
So finally what makes me get to blogging, oh ya its the power cut so I sit beside a candle, which i love to light every chance I get and we have those glowing match stick box (so easy to locate in darkness until unless your candle box is lying on top of it).
Having terrible time with my teeth for the past one month or so. First the bottom one start giving me trouble out of the blue after an awesome lunch (no I did not have any thing hard, pun intended). So I wake up Monday morning with terrible pain in the teeth ignore it go to office and it increases as if challenging me so I take the challenge and try to bite it hard and it pains more. One of the friend suggest clove, biting it will reduce the pain, so I go out in the sun buy a whole packet of clove start chewing one after another, end up in more pain. Call up my dentist in Hyderabad and ask for medicines, he suggest me some painkiller and I was going home that weekend, I promised I will see him first thing when I come there. The medicines are working, no pain, I win the battle over my teeth. Though I hate taking medicine but it was worth it.
I reach Hyderabad, pain what pain I go around roaming with friends, too busy talking at home, common I stay in Chennai, dentist can wait. Finally the next day I end up on his chair, I mean the dentist chair, he has a look at my teeth says nothing much and fills up my other teeth (well for history I have cavity in four teeth two on upper side and two on the bottom, the bottom ones are creating trouble this time). So I get happy no root canal and stuffy all smiley you can see the two metal teeth on the top when I am really happy.
So day’s passes by, me happy eating ice cream, sweets, to kill depression. And one fine day the old enemy wake up, or rather I wake up with a swollen left, lower side of my face. I finally decide to go to the doctor in Chennai. I doctor is pleased to see me, oh we going to churn out lot of money from him. She checks my mouth, go get an X-ray. Then she see it, “Sever Infection” is all she said for the next ten minutes which was not a relief. I though one more root canal they are painful they put needles in your mouth and then do something god know what. I was not going to let the teeth win so easily. She gives me loads of antibiotics “Severe Infection” right.
Eating was a pain, was very hungry could not take any more of curd, mouth taste was yakki, it was the most terrible day, though I am not a foodie but I missed food that say very much. Whole day I was trying to hide from peoples eye, I had a swollen left cheek about the size of an egg. “are you eating something?”,” aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh what happened” and then there were stairs, I know I was looking bit weird I don’t blame them but I was trying to forget the pain and could not forget it. The medicines has already started taking a toll on me, I was sleepy very sleepy and then so much of work.
The teeth though under the control of medicine still was not ready to give in, it has taken its revenge in forms that I could not think of. Did my teeth win the war? Did I ever get rid of the egg in my mouth? Could I eat anything again? All this in the next blog ( this is what happens when you regularly don’t update the blog).
So finally what makes me get to blogging, oh ya its the power cut so I sit beside a candle, which i love to light every chance I get and we have those glowing match stick box (so easy to locate in darkness until unless your candle box is lying on top of it).
Having terrible time with my teeth for the past one month or so. First the bottom one start giving me trouble out of the blue after an awesome lunch (no I did not have any thing hard, pun intended). So I wake up Monday morning with terrible pain in the teeth ignore it go to office and it increases as if challenging me so I take the challenge and try to bite it hard and it pains more. One of the friend suggest clove, biting it will reduce the pain, so I go out in the sun buy a whole packet of clove start chewing one after another, end up in more pain. Call up my dentist in Hyderabad and ask for medicines, he suggest me some painkiller and I was going home that weekend, I promised I will see him first thing when I come there. The medicines are working, no pain, I win the battle over my teeth. Though I hate taking medicine but it was worth it.
I reach Hyderabad, pain what pain I go around roaming with friends, too busy talking at home, common I stay in Chennai, dentist can wait. Finally the next day I end up on his chair, I mean the dentist chair, he has a look at my teeth says nothing much and fills up my other teeth (well for history I have cavity in four teeth two on upper side and two on the bottom, the bottom ones are creating trouble this time). So I get happy no root canal and stuffy all smiley you can see the two metal teeth on the top when I am really happy.
So day’s passes by, me happy eating ice cream, sweets, to kill depression. And one fine day the old enemy wake up, or rather I wake up with a swollen left, lower side of my face. I finally decide to go to the doctor in Chennai. I doctor is pleased to see me, oh we going to churn out lot of money from him. She checks my mouth, go get an X-ray. Then she see it, “Sever Infection” is all she said for the next ten minutes which was not a relief. I though one more root canal they are painful they put needles in your mouth and then do something god know what. I was not going to let the teeth win so easily. She gives me loads of antibiotics “Severe Infection” right.
Eating was a pain, was very hungry could not take any more of curd, mouth taste was yakki, it was the most terrible day, though I am not a foodie but I missed food that say very much. Whole day I was trying to hide from peoples eye, I had a swollen left cheek about the size of an egg. “are you eating something?”,” aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh what happened” and then there were stairs, I know I was looking bit weird I don’t blame them but I was trying to forget the pain and could not forget it. The medicines has already started taking a toll on me, I was sleepy very sleepy and then so much of work.
The teeth though under the control of medicine still was not ready to give in, it has taken its revenge in forms that I could not think of. Did my teeth win the war? Did I ever get rid of the egg in my mouth? Could I eat anything again? All this in the next blog ( this is what happens when you regularly don’t update the blog).
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Airport waiting area
I have arrived some 1 ½ before the actual time of boarding. After informing everyone who cares and I care about there not much to do here. First time without a printed ticket in my hand just with a PNR number, the whole journey I was making plans of what if they don’t give me ticket and then I have to call in my friends to get me one or run around madly in the airport to get ticket. None of which actually happened just went to the window counter and took a print out.
Since we have a big International Airport the departure terminals is just one, loads of people with luggage, try to push then self inside. Saw a women on one side and the another one with a kid on the other side of the gate. All of them had tears in their eyes. Those uncontrollable tears that I have myself lost time controlling them. They know after few months, probably a year they will meet again the good bye is not forever, but still there is this feel of missing the person, missing touch, the talks and not able to see them as you please. You start missing them even with each standing on each side just a call away. Your heart will not listen, no practical logic, no amount of consoling will work because deep down it’s the unsaid pain, it’s a feeling that cannot be described and when it’s something so fleeting how can you get hold of yourself, how do you explain that everything is going to be ok.
Entrance to the airport and this scene it reminds me so many goodbyes I say almost every month when I come to Hyderabad. Every time I am about to leave the place I grow sad, my heart does not want to go, my mind looking for reasons to stay. But sometimes I believe in faith and know there is plan for me and all these goodbyes are for a reason and me staying away when I so much want to be here, back home.
Locate a landmark store scroll through some books and find magazine, call a friend and don’t want to hang up. This feels like a chamber where I have to prepare myself before I leave for Chennai. I look for distractions. Locate the exit gate even though there is a lot of time to leave, long rows of chair, empty chairs, people scattered here and there preparing them self for the journey. Some are lucky as they are headed home with so much eagerness on their faces they can’t sit at one place, want to get into the plane right away. Some like me at different stages of accepting the reality that yes they are headed back from home. There is still hope for some who are clinched onto their mobile phones. Some have got busy with their laptops like me trying to look busy and unaware of the feeling, some have made new friend or are with friends so the transition happens smooth.
I always wanted to travel, go to new places, meet new people but I know I feel like settling down not in the sense that I don’t want to go see the world and concur some adventures but I need a constant way to find my way back home because it here where my heart is, unconditional love and happiness is without any reason.
I have arrived some 1 ½ before the actual time of boarding. After informing everyone who cares and I care about there not much to do here. First time without a printed ticket in my hand just with a PNR number, the whole journey I was making plans of what if they don’t give me ticket and then I have to call in my friends to get me one or run around madly in the airport to get ticket. None of which actually happened just went to the window counter and took a print out.
Since we have a big International Airport the departure terminals is just one, loads of people with luggage, try to push then self inside. Saw a women on one side and the another one with a kid on the other side of the gate. All of them had tears in their eyes. Those uncontrollable tears that I have myself lost time controlling them. They know after few months, probably a year they will meet again the good bye is not forever, but still there is this feel of missing the person, missing touch, the talks and not able to see them as you please. You start missing them even with each standing on each side just a call away. Your heart will not listen, no practical logic, no amount of consoling will work because deep down it’s the unsaid pain, it’s a feeling that cannot be described and when it’s something so fleeting how can you get hold of yourself, how do you explain that everything is going to be ok.
Entrance to the airport and this scene it reminds me so many goodbyes I say almost every month when I come to Hyderabad. Every time I am about to leave the place I grow sad, my heart does not want to go, my mind looking for reasons to stay. But sometimes I believe in faith and know there is plan for me and all these goodbyes are for a reason and me staying away when I so much want to be here, back home.
Locate a landmark store scroll through some books and find magazine, call a friend and don’t want to hang up. This feels like a chamber where I have to prepare myself before I leave for Chennai. I look for distractions. Locate the exit gate even though there is a lot of time to leave, long rows of chair, empty chairs, people scattered here and there preparing them self for the journey. Some are lucky as they are headed home with so much eagerness on their faces they can’t sit at one place, want to get into the plane right away. Some like me at different stages of accepting the reality that yes they are headed back from home. There is still hope for some who are clinched onto their mobile phones. Some have got busy with their laptops like me trying to look busy and unaware of the feeling, some have made new friend or are with friends so the transition happens smooth.
I always wanted to travel, go to new places, meet new people but I know I feel like settling down not in the sense that I don’t want to go see the world and concur some adventures but I need a constant way to find my way back home because it here where my heart is, unconditional love and happiness is without any reason.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Naina Catherin Kapoor
“New York duniya ka sabse bada sher, yahan logonkohamesha jaldi rehti hai kaam pe jane ki jaldi.......is shere ne mujhe jeena sikhaya, apne pairon pe khada hona sikhaya, bus pyaar nahi sikha paaya..”
There are many more such dialogues in the movies that I can relate to or situations that I have gone through and that is one of the many reasons I love this movie so much. I can say the dialogue from start to end even today though I have stopped watching it on a daily bases cause I deleted it from my system for some reason and since then I have not got a copy of it.
First time she realises she is in love she calls her only friend “7 baje waters Edge”, she just can’t see the love in Rohits eyes. I used to think the best think that can happen in life is that you falling in love with your best friend as you are so comfortable with each other that even if things don’t work out you can still be friends, but it does not work that way. You can’t even think of saying those words to each other because you don’t want to ruin the friendship.
Aman is dying so he breaks her heart. “Phle pyaar karna nahi janti thi ab bhulana nahi janti”. First love oh you can’t forget the feeling because it’s something you have never experienced before it’s make you feel so-so different. The person you fall in love for the first time it’s very hard to forget that person because they made you feel special, doing something just because they love it, waiting or changing routes so that you get that extra second with them, never ending talks because you never want to stop listening and if you are unlucky to get over the feeling that your first love will never be yours where in you put their feeling above yours.” Kya tum kabhie kisi aur se pyaar kar paogi” I think the first love leaves its trace in your heart it can never completely go away, you will fall in love again but that skip of a heart beat cannot be accounted later in life. Actually I am at a loss of words in explaining this may it’s like when you see a new born he is so delicate, tiny, tender, pink with big-big eyes and you just fall in love with him and you have tears in your eyes and you can never explain how you felt in that moment but that was must been the happiest you ever felt in you life.
“Hansna hai to rohit, rona hai to rohit pyaar karna hai to kisi aur se, tank aa gaya hoon main tumhara dost banke. Kisi bahut hi intelligengt admi ne kaha hai pyaar ka pehla kaam dosti hai and akhri bhi, kadam badao nena rasta apne aap nikal aayega” If are in love or falling in love with your friend then say these words asap otherwise you can get so comfortable with each other that there are no more that special feeling expected from you which you want from the person you love. There is actually a very thin line between the two. “har ladki ye chahati hai ki use apne pati main ek acha dost mile mujhe ache dost main acha paati mil gaya”.
“I love you; I love you very-very much.........” these three words are magical; you say it to anyone you love and just see their face lighten up and specially the one you want to say it the most. It brings me to tears when I see this scene; it just fills you up with emotions of how much he loves her. The best part of the scene is he is reading from Rohits diary which makes it so genuine, straight from the heart even though the rest is made up the first few line itself is filled with those magical words, just melts my heart. If I ever get a chance to say those words I would probably steal the same lines.
It’s just a movies, even I feel so but when unknowingly you see yourself in the character and situations you don’t feel the same. “Mera pehla pyaar lajoji, mera pehla pyaar Lovechand khukreja, mera phela pyaar ...”
“New York duniya ka sabse bada sher, yahan logonkohamesha jaldi rehti hai kaam pe jane ki jaldi.......is shere ne mujhe jeena sikhaya, apne pairon pe khada hona sikhaya, bus pyaar nahi sikha paaya..”
There are many more such dialogues in the movies that I can relate to or situations that I have gone through and that is one of the many reasons I love this movie so much. I can say the dialogue from start to end even today though I have stopped watching it on a daily bases cause I deleted it from my system for some reason and since then I have not got a copy of it.
First time she realises she is in love she calls her only friend “7 baje waters Edge”, she just can’t see the love in Rohits eyes. I used to think the best think that can happen in life is that you falling in love with your best friend as you are so comfortable with each other that even if things don’t work out you can still be friends, but it does not work that way. You can’t even think of saying those words to each other because you don’t want to ruin the friendship.
Aman is dying so he breaks her heart. “Phle pyaar karna nahi janti thi ab bhulana nahi janti”. First love oh you can’t forget the feeling because it’s something you have never experienced before it’s make you feel so-so different. The person you fall in love for the first time it’s very hard to forget that person because they made you feel special, doing something just because they love it, waiting or changing routes so that you get that extra second with them, never ending talks because you never want to stop listening and if you are unlucky to get over the feeling that your first love will never be yours where in you put their feeling above yours.” Kya tum kabhie kisi aur se pyaar kar paogi” I think the first love leaves its trace in your heart it can never completely go away, you will fall in love again but that skip of a heart beat cannot be accounted later in life. Actually I am at a loss of words in explaining this may it’s like when you see a new born he is so delicate, tiny, tender, pink with big-big eyes and you just fall in love with him and you have tears in your eyes and you can never explain how you felt in that moment but that was must been the happiest you ever felt in you life.
“Hansna hai to rohit, rona hai to rohit pyaar karna hai to kisi aur se, tank aa gaya hoon main tumhara dost banke. Kisi bahut hi intelligengt admi ne kaha hai pyaar ka pehla kaam dosti hai and akhri bhi, kadam badao nena rasta apne aap nikal aayega” If are in love or falling in love with your friend then say these words asap otherwise you can get so comfortable with each other that there are no more that special feeling expected from you which you want from the person you love. There is actually a very thin line between the two. “har ladki ye chahati hai ki use apne pati main ek acha dost mile mujhe ache dost main acha paati mil gaya”.
“I love you; I love you very-very much.........” these three words are magical; you say it to anyone you love and just see their face lighten up and specially the one you want to say it the most. It brings me to tears when I see this scene; it just fills you up with emotions of how much he loves her. The best part of the scene is he is reading from Rohits diary which makes it so genuine, straight from the heart even though the rest is made up the first few line itself is filled with those magical words, just melts my heart. If I ever get a chance to say those words I would probably steal the same lines.
It’s just a movies, even I feel so but when unknowingly you see yourself in the character and situations you don’t feel the same. “Mera pehla pyaar lajoji, mera pehla pyaar Lovechand khukreja, mera phela pyaar ...”
I need a hug!!!!
Jadoo ki jappi as you might recall it and it works. It’s a language in its own and there are different ways people use it to communicate what they want the feel for the other person without saying it.
There is this tight hug were you a person so tight either you want them to suffocate and never hug you again or you love them so much that in that moment you want to just reassure yourself that no matter what you have something solid. I had such kind of hugs in two cases, when you have a kid around and you just want to crush them because they are so cute and you just want to make that connection with them and to tell them how much you love them, I do this to my nephews and they get irritated after a while and run away you can’t control the reaction of a hug after all. Second are the cases when you are leaving/meeting your dear friends or meeting/leaving your parents after. The second case happens with everyone you hug them so tightly that it gives you relief and repayment of all the days that you haven’t been with them and how much have you missed them. It’s strange how they happen you just hold on to each other and then it ends with an even tighter hug but only for a moment and then that moment speaks it all that how much you mean to that person and yes you have made a difference to the life of a person.
Then there is this side way huge. This type of huge usually happens when you are not very sure if the other person wants to hug you. Situations could be you greet your friend with a hug everyday in the college (guy and girl) and then you visit them in their home. You don’t know if huge are acceptable ( usually not) and then you have not discussed the greeting details with your friend you when you meet them you usually side hug them because you are confused what to do and handshakes are the worst with such friends. Next situation could be like when you generally go hugging people and the person you are trying to hug is not accepting one. So you end up in a strange hug situation so you just move along the side of the person, no neck is involved in this interaction. You end up embarrassing yourself and the person too. This type of hug is usually reassuring type were in you are saying I am glad to see you, I wish I could do it more personally but this is the best we can do right now and in the second case it’s just pure embarrassment.
Then there is this office/corporate huge where in you pat on each other shoulders saying well done. These are least of the affectionate ones. It’s like corporate language with there is not much of an emotion involved but more of a statement to be made. Guys do it more often than girls. It’s also accompanied with a hand shake so that you don’t get too close.
Back huge or should I say bear hug. It is very intimate and it gives a sense of security and comfort. You are protective about that person (in a good way) and you just want them to know that you are there for them no matter what. I have no experience in this type of hug so cannot write much. There could be some weird consequences of this like if the person is someone who gets scared easily is going to shout and either one of you are going to get a heart attack. Another one could be if they are into self defence you going to get kicked in your crouch then with another you will on the floor so this hug comes with its own reactions so precaution has to be taken.
Then there is handshake-shoulder touch huge. It’s mostly done buy guys meeting to see a match or a guy get together. You meet the person with a handshake followed by touching of the opposite shoulder and sometimes a tap on the shoulder. It says I am happy to see you here and we are going to have a great time but let’s not be too loud about it or a typical guy lingo let’s not behave like girls. It’s all the way macho. It’s very sophisticated lingo and message delivered in suttle ways. It’s like a hug included in long hand gestures involved in the hand shake.
I am sure there will be many more which I am yet to experience or see. But I believe that it’s more personal and effective way to say it all without saying anything. People cry as soon as they hug someone, some just give you two or three hugs because they just want to reassure them self that it’s not a dream, some will just hug you out of the blue because they just want to say thank you for being there with me, some hug you to say I love you and some hug you because they are sorry. There is a message behind every hug have you decode the one you got today.
P.S. : It’s not like there is a agenda or motive behind each hug, it’s just the unspoken words and emotions that a hug carries with itself.
Jadoo ki jappi as you might recall it and it works. It’s a language in its own and there are different ways people use it to communicate what they want the feel for the other person without saying it.
There is this tight hug were you a person so tight either you want them to suffocate and never hug you again or you love them so much that in that moment you want to just reassure yourself that no matter what you have something solid. I had such kind of hugs in two cases, when you have a kid around and you just want to crush them because they are so cute and you just want to make that connection with them and to tell them how much you love them, I do this to my nephews and they get irritated after a while and run away you can’t control the reaction of a hug after all. Second are the cases when you are leaving/meeting your dear friends or meeting/leaving your parents after. The second case happens with everyone you hug them so tightly that it gives you relief and repayment of all the days that you haven’t been with them and how much have you missed them. It’s strange how they happen you just hold on to each other and then it ends with an even tighter hug but only for a moment and then that moment speaks it all that how much you mean to that person and yes you have made a difference to the life of a person.
Then there is this side way huge. This type of huge usually happens when you are not very sure if the other person wants to hug you. Situations could be you greet your friend with a hug everyday in the college (guy and girl) and then you visit them in their home. You don’t know if huge are acceptable ( usually not) and then you have not discussed the greeting details with your friend you when you meet them you usually side hug them because you are confused what to do and handshakes are the worst with such friends. Next situation could be like when you generally go hugging people and the person you are trying to hug is not accepting one. So you end up in a strange hug situation so you just move along the side of the person, no neck is involved in this interaction. You end up embarrassing yourself and the person too. This type of hug is usually reassuring type were in you are saying I am glad to see you, I wish I could do it more personally but this is the best we can do right now and in the second case it’s just pure embarrassment.
Then there is this office/corporate huge where in you pat on each other shoulders saying well done. These are least of the affectionate ones. It’s like corporate language with there is not much of an emotion involved but more of a statement to be made. Guys do it more often than girls. It’s also accompanied with a hand shake so that you don’t get too close.
Back huge or should I say bear hug. It is very intimate and it gives a sense of security and comfort. You are protective about that person (in a good way) and you just want them to know that you are there for them no matter what. I have no experience in this type of hug so cannot write much. There could be some weird consequences of this like if the person is someone who gets scared easily is going to shout and either one of you are going to get a heart attack. Another one could be if they are into self defence you going to get kicked in your crouch then with another you will on the floor so this hug comes with its own reactions so precaution has to be taken.
Then there is handshake-shoulder touch huge. It’s mostly done buy guys meeting to see a match or a guy get together. You meet the person with a handshake followed by touching of the opposite shoulder and sometimes a tap on the shoulder. It says I am happy to see you here and we are going to have a great time but let’s not be too loud about it or a typical guy lingo let’s not behave like girls. It’s all the way macho. It’s very sophisticated lingo and message delivered in suttle ways. It’s like a hug included in long hand gestures involved in the hand shake.
I am sure there will be many more which I am yet to experience or see. But I believe that it’s more personal and effective way to say it all without saying anything. People cry as soon as they hug someone, some just give you two or three hugs because they just want to reassure them self that it’s not a dream, some will just hug you out of the blue because they just want to say thank you for being there with me, some hug you to say I love you and some hug you because they are sorry. There is a message behind every hug have you decode the one you got today.
P.S. : It’s not like there is a agenda or motive behind each hug, it’s just the unspoken words and emotions that a hug carries with itself.
Delayed in Chennai
Long delay in writing blog, there were a lot of things to write about though but my laptop was at home and could not write them. Thing about writing blog is that till the time I am in that moment the words just flow and easy to write once that moment is gone it becomes difficult to write and recall all.
For starters got placed in Chennai, had a lot of fear moving to Chennai as there were so many stories language problem, food problem, hot weather, etc and the most of it all was that I was having the best time of my entire life in Hyderabad. But had to make a decision and take up the opportunity in
Chennai. To top it all I had to travel on my birthday, this will be another blog entry.
Lost all control when I was in train, saying goodbye was the hardest part and I cried the way I am famous for. It’s just that feeling it was less about moving to out of Hyderabad than the feeling that you are going to miss all that it’s here and why at this time in life you have to go somewhere else. It’s a feeling I guess only those few can understand who has to make that journey.
Been in Chennai for over 3 months now and things seems to be settling in well (more than what I had expected). Auto wala are always a problem any city I guess for a stranger, but the strangest thing is the auto walas here treat everyone equally, they cheat you no matter whether you a new comer or an old residence. Meters don’t run on any of the auto and are just a show piece. Language is not much of a problem either; everyone understands the sign language and most of the people are helpful. House hunting is a difficult task in Chennai, it’s almost life finding a life partner and the option of staying alone does not exists as there are no 1BHK (you might find some advertisements but do check them before moving in).
Some of the funniest things happen when hunting for house, will fill some of them here
Strange requirement:
Malyalee vegetarian, North Indian Hindi speaking, Brahmin family only even if you are single Brahmin don’t call, guy with good habits.
Brokers:
“First you come” this is what they say when you call up a broker. No matter what your requirement is they say they have houses for all requirements and when you reach their office they don’t.
Ads:
Don’t trust the ads they all are written to fit your requirement. But when you visit the place the dreams get shattered as seen as you try entering the place.
Roommates:
Any number of people can stay in any number of rooms in a house. As long as the owner gets the rent he is least bothered especially in apartments. Halls are also room in house. No offense for the people being forced to stay this way some times the rent is too high to be paid.
There are many more I have forgotten now as after staying a month in Guest house and then a month at my cousin sister’s house, I finally have a house of my own. Long wait but it’s all worth it. It’s an old bungalow, with our floor and the one above it added later on. My room has those old type windows were in there are four doors on the each window and two doors. And I can see the mangoes loaded tree from my here. Rest of the house is in the same line little dark as during construction they forgot to add more windows. Another best part the beach is just 10 minutes walk from home.
I travel by bus daily to office to and fro and it’s a good experience with at times when I want to rush home and the buses not turn up. You see a lot of Chennai in the buses people commuting to their office already drenched in sweat, school kids with heavy bags and girls with equally heavy flowers on their heads. Conductors don’t move from their place much and the money and destination name for the ticket comes to them through chain of people.
All of these and daily new experiences here and there helps to get to know Chennai. Though it’s been only few days since I have actually started living on my own in Chennai but the experience so far has been good with little problems here and there. I keep rushing back home every third week of the month for a friends reception to friends surprise birthday party to a very long weekend but all this because i love coming here and spending time with friends and family and not that Chennai is bad place.
My more experiences to come in as get to know more, I think it’s also to do with the fact that I know I have to stay here and as I am doing so why not do it with joy and happiness instead of cribbing and complaining. I am sure I will learn new things about this place and people here. Surely it has changed from the 1989 Madras I left to 2009 Chennai when I am back here once again.
Long delay in writing blog, there were a lot of things to write about though but my laptop was at home and could not write them. Thing about writing blog is that till the time I am in that moment the words just flow and easy to write once that moment is gone it becomes difficult to write and recall all.
For starters got placed in Chennai, had a lot of fear moving to Chennai as there were so many stories language problem, food problem, hot weather, etc and the most of it all was that I was having the best time of my entire life in Hyderabad. But had to make a decision and take up the opportunity in
Chennai. To top it all I had to travel on my birthday, this will be another blog entry.
Lost all control when I was in train, saying goodbye was the hardest part and I cried the way I am famous for. It’s just that feeling it was less about moving to out of Hyderabad than the feeling that you are going to miss all that it’s here and why at this time in life you have to go somewhere else. It’s a feeling I guess only those few can understand who has to make that journey.
Been in Chennai for over 3 months now and things seems to be settling in well (more than what I had expected). Auto wala are always a problem any city I guess for a stranger, but the strangest thing is the auto walas here treat everyone equally, they cheat you no matter whether you a new comer or an old residence. Meters don’t run on any of the auto and are just a show piece. Language is not much of a problem either; everyone understands the sign language and most of the people are helpful. House hunting is a difficult task in Chennai, it’s almost life finding a life partner and the option of staying alone does not exists as there are no 1BHK (you might find some advertisements but do check them before moving in).
Some of the funniest things happen when hunting for house, will fill some of them here
Strange requirement:
Malyalee vegetarian, North Indian Hindi speaking, Brahmin family only even if you are single Brahmin don’t call, guy with good habits.
Brokers:
“First you come” this is what they say when you call up a broker. No matter what your requirement is they say they have houses for all requirements and when you reach their office they don’t.
Ads:
Don’t trust the ads they all are written to fit your requirement. But when you visit the place the dreams get shattered as seen as you try entering the place.
Roommates:
Any number of people can stay in any number of rooms in a house. As long as the owner gets the rent he is least bothered especially in apartments. Halls are also room in house. No offense for the people being forced to stay this way some times the rent is too high to be paid.
There are many more I have forgotten now as after staying a month in Guest house and then a month at my cousin sister’s house, I finally have a house of my own. Long wait but it’s all worth it. It’s an old bungalow, with our floor and the one above it added later on. My room has those old type windows were in there are four doors on the each window and two doors. And I can see the mangoes loaded tree from my here. Rest of the house is in the same line little dark as during construction they forgot to add more windows. Another best part the beach is just 10 minutes walk from home.
I travel by bus daily to office to and fro and it’s a good experience with at times when I want to rush home and the buses not turn up. You see a lot of Chennai in the buses people commuting to their office already drenched in sweat, school kids with heavy bags and girls with equally heavy flowers on their heads. Conductors don’t move from their place much and the money and destination name for the ticket comes to them through chain of people.
All of these and daily new experiences here and there helps to get to know Chennai. Though it’s been only few days since I have actually started living on my own in Chennai but the experience so far has been good with little problems here and there. I keep rushing back home every third week of the month for a friends reception to friends surprise birthday party to a very long weekend but all this because i love coming here and spending time with friends and family and not that Chennai is bad place.
My more experiences to come in as get to know more, I think it’s also to do with the fact that I know I have to stay here and as I am doing so why not do it with joy and happiness instead of cribbing and complaining. I am sure I will learn new things about this place and people here. Surely it has changed from the 1989 Madras I left to 2009 Chennai when I am back here once again.
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Suse
Well this is not about a girl, but that would be my nick name. This is the story of my nick name.
Once upon a time, three friends who were supposed to be working on their final semester project were doing exactly that. We working on a mobile application and had to connect the mobile interface with the back end data base with the help server (that’s the engineer in me talking). Well anyways we landed on something called suse, which is a flavour of Linux (not the taste wise). And pop he said one of my friend suse it’s like your name ( sushi was the most popular one before this or I must say the easiest one) and then it that moment I was honoured with the nick name SUSE.
Then as the engineering days got over, more fights, heart breaks, madness ( ya that’s gone come up on the blog some day) and the name stayed back in the past.
Again almost after 1-1/2 year the name again appeared on the social networking site orkut and by the same friend who had name it in the first place. It said (suse) sushil dhyani on the profile name, I chose to keep it as it is and started adding people, there were new friends ( I had recently got admitted into NID) and everyone just accepted the name, I was never questioned about the name though and soon sushil was lost and suse was a happily ever after
Actually there is mystery about its pronunciation and spelling too, I have seen, SUZY, SUSEI, SUSSE, SUZE, SUSIE and many more.
What made right about my nick name, it was an incident at the convocation. One of my friends husband called me susi, it took me by shock but the name has become so much a part of my life now that it took this moment to accept it (like bring it from my subconscious to my conscious). Most of my friend calls me with the name even in public; they have me on their mobiles with the same name and stumble when they are introducing me to their friends or family, as suse...sushil.
Well this is not about a girl, but that would be my nick name. This is the story of my nick name.
Once upon a time, three friends who were supposed to be working on their final semester project were doing exactly that. We working on a mobile application and had to connect the mobile interface with the back end data base with the help server (that’s the engineer in me talking). Well anyways we landed on something called suse, which is a flavour of Linux (not the taste wise). And pop he said one of my friend suse it’s like your name ( sushi was the most popular one before this or I must say the easiest one) and then it that moment I was honoured with the nick name SUSE.
Then as the engineering days got over, more fights, heart breaks, madness ( ya that’s gone come up on the blog some day) and the name stayed back in the past.
Again almost after 1-1/2 year the name again appeared on the social networking site orkut and by the same friend who had name it in the first place. It said (suse) sushil dhyani on the profile name, I chose to keep it as it is and started adding people, there were new friends ( I had recently got admitted into NID) and everyone just accepted the name, I was never questioned about the name though and soon sushil was lost and suse was a happily ever after
Actually there is mystery about its pronunciation and spelling too, I have seen, SUZY, SUSEI, SUSSE, SUZE, SUSIE and many more.
What made right about my nick name, it was an incident at the convocation. One of my friends husband called me susi, it took me by shock but the name has become so much a part of my life now that it took this moment to accept it (like bring it from my subconscious to my conscious). Most of my friend calls me with the name even in public; they have me on their mobiles with the same name and stumble when they are introducing me to their friends or family, as suse...sushil.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Convocation
Searching for the right color of cloth for the kurta, running around all the khadi bhandars to finally get one that matches and then not getting enough of material to make two kurtas ( one for my friend). Locating a good tailor was easy with a little help from Anup, he knows half of the city. Then pleading the tailor to adjust two kurta in the amount of cloth we had with us. Finally with a delayed of two days from the actual date I get THE KURTA. A good fit, but it turned out be transparent and boy you could see the skeleton.
Rajkot Express the waitlisted train, I never get tickets on this train always tatkal booking, but this time I was reaching ahmedabad way before THE DAY. It was exciting to be going back to the institute but this time it was a bit different, I won’t get to see my friend when I arrive there.
The day of the rehearsal arrived, all hugs and kurta color comparison to getting the foot ware right, all the guys’ dresses in traditional Indian dress, kurta and pyjama and girls adorned in sarees. But it was too fast, very-very fast it felt like I was running to catch up with everything around me. It was different than the usual NID way I am used to. I had a lot planned but then unplanned, I was there gathering as much as I could of the time that I had in hand.
Well we were all happy gatherings, dressing up, speeches, photo sessions and parents who had by the time ceremony ended were so boarded that they ready to run off the ground as soon as the ceremony got over. It was a moment were you feel like a celebrity, as soon as we would pose for a group photo for camera, there would be ten more focused at you and the result, you end up with photos in which half the people are looking at a different camera and the rest on some other and some who are still getting ready for the shoot. Everyone wants a individual photo for their orkut account or later to be show to relatives, friends and may be their own kids and grand children.
In between there are funny moments of technical difficulty in the mic, names being miss spelled, everyone trying not to fall when walking on the stage and give their best look for the cameras. By the way there are a lot of cameras in NID, It’s like a grand press conference where at a given time either some is taking a photograph or shooting you with a handy cam, you have to look your best all the time (for around 4 hours and I was one of the camera person two years ago).
As I write this and my status message on gtalk says, I still can’t believe that I have convocated, the grand convocation function is over. Is it going to take some time to sink in or just that it was over so soon that my mind could not keep track of it or is it just the way it is. You wait for something so long and so much that when you are finally through it, that it does not feel that this was it??
Searching for the right color of cloth for the kurta, running around all the khadi bhandars to finally get one that matches and then not getting enough of material to make two kurtas ( one for my friend). Locating a good tailor was easy with a little help from Anup, he knows half of the city. Then pleading the tailor to adjust two kurta in the amount of cloth we had with us. Finally with a delayed of two days from the actual date I get THE KURTA. A good fit, but it turned out be transparent and boy you could see the skeleton.
Rajkot Express the waitlisted train, I never get tickets on this train always tatkal booking, but this time I was reaching ahmedabad way before THE DAY. It was exciting to be going back to the institute but this time it was a bit different, I won’t get to see my friend when I arrive there.
The day of the rehearsal arrived, all hugs and kurta color comparison to getting the foot ware right, all the guys’ dresses in traditional Indian dress, kurta and pyjama and girls adorned in sarees. But it was too fast, very-very fast it felt like I was running to catch up with everything around me. It was different than the usual NID way I am used to. I had a lot planned but then unplanned, I was there gathering as much as I could of the time that I had in hand.
Well we were all happy gatherings, dressing up, speeches, photo sessions and parents who had by the time ceremony ended were so boarded that they ready to run off the ground as soon as the ceremony got over. It was a moment were you feel like a celebrity, as soon as we would pose for a group photo for camera, there would be ten more focused at you and the result, you end up with photos in which half the people are looking at a different camera and the rest on some other and some who are still getting ready for the shoot. Everyone wants a individual photo for their orkut account or later to be show to relatives, friends and may be their own kids and grand children.
In between there are funny moments of technical difficulty in the mic, names being miss spelled, everyone trying not to fall when walking on the stage and give their best look for the cameras. By the way there are a lot of cameras in NID, It’s like a grand press conference where at a given time either some is taking a photograph or shooting you with a handy cam, you have to look your best all the time (for around 4 hours and I was one of the camera person two years ago).
As I write this and my status message on gtalk says, I still can’t believe that I have convocated, the grand convocation function is over. Is it going to take some time to sink in or just that it was over so soon that my mind could not keep track of it or is it just the way it is. You wait for something so long and so much that when you are finally through it, that it does not feel that this was it??
Friday, November 21, 2008
Well this blog has been on hold for quite some times say (2 year now) and fondling between what to right, when to start or waiting for that inspiration and all, I finally start it watching a movie from middle ( I don’t even know the name of the movie or the actors except for the hero who was in ‘ i know what you did last summer’) it seems like normal movie with rich girl and poor girl trying to be the most popular one in school and the school’s hot dude falling for the poor girl and stuff, yet I still watching it ( name of the movie appeared but I was busying typing and missed it J ).
Getting back to what I wanted to right, well a very dear friend asked me if i would like to do photography (which I love and have a flickr account too) but i had no answer, I should have said yes as I love taking pics, but then I had be stupid, gave excuse that I am not into technicality of the photo taking process (with the camera, focus, aperture, focal length) but look more for composition and what’s playing in my mind and achieve it with or without Photoshop (she’s all that, that’s the name of the movie).
This all got me thinking as I was buying onion, at age 24, am I trying or working towards what I want to do or just again going along with the flow and this led to soul searching and that no answerable question “ what I want to do in life and what are my dreams?”. Hooooooooo, god haven’t i don that like every second of my life (there are complicated issues also other than career wise ;) ).
So here I go making the dream list: I wanted to be a cook/chef because I like cooking and the whole process of making food, but I never do it on regular bases only take it up when mom not home or If I am in mood ( for cooking). Home maker (guess too much of oprah and day time television). Interior designer for the creative satisfaction and I get to stay home (well I dream of working only on my home). Fashion designer, oh I love cloths and all that goes into making it. Classical dancer, Singer well I used to sing well as a kid but then puberty came and took my voice away. Actor I suck at acting, really (long story). Guitarist, it just everybody wants to be one when they see a rock start (I don’t like rock that much) or it just feels so cool. An animal doctor (can’t get the spelling of you know what I mean) because I love animals, well I have my views on that. A national geographic photographer for that matter a photographer, because I just love to click and experiment. A TV show host. One of those travelers that come on TV . Well these are some of what I could dream of right now.
What I am right now is a designer (I wear many hats) and will not stop dreaming about what I want to do because I know I will keep adding to my dream list and keep doing what I love and that’s a dream I want to keep dreaming and live in.
By the way the movie ended in the usual climax, rich boy wins heart of poor girl and they live happily ever after, and the rich girl is someone everyone hates now.
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