Its been quite some time since I started thinking about changing the template, the duty of a truly dedicated blogger I should say. So here it is. I wanted something simple, plain and easy on the eyes. Thanks to isnaini.com for the same. Had some trouble finding a three column one.
Please do leave comments and in case I don’t have anything to say by end of the day, here is wishing for a wonderful New Year to one and all. I am hopeful and happy about the new year that’s coming up 
Yes, you read it right. I am writing about him. Yea, the guy who sings wearing a cap with the nasal tone and mike in hand. Yup this one.
Sick of him? Sick of his nasal drone and his cap and his songs? Ok. You want to hear what I am sick of? I am sick of people telling me they are sick of him. That’s right! One more person tells me they don’t like him and thats it!! GIVE HIM A BREAK!
Ok, now that I have relaxed and counted to ten while breathing deeply, let me tell you the reason behind this post. Even before that let me tell you what I think about Himesh. I think he makes decent songs, some good ones and really good ones along with others. Just like any other music director. Ok, I agree he can be unpleasantly nasal and its hilarious in some songs. But I think he has come up with some great songs too. My personal fave is aashiq banaya aapne, especially the part where Shreya Ghoshal sings. I hadn’t given him much thought, even when all the tv channels were flooded with his videos and songs. I started sitting up and taking notice when people around me (read EVERYONE) started criticising and verbally abusing him. I mean, come onnn. I know we are all entitled to our opinions and stuff but this has gone way too far, really. I was with a colleague the other day and she was talking about a trip she made to an orphanage the other day. Two kids there were apparently imitating him (with cap and an imaginary mike, closed eyes, and oh! the nasal tone, obviously) and she goes “I was so shocked, they were barely 6 or 7 and they were imitating that useless guy. Somebody help them!!”. I hate myself for just smiling at this comment of hers. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t even think about it much. Then it slowly sunk in and I thought, so what? so what if two 6 year olds imitate him. 6 year olds imitate a lot of people. And its not like they are all Mahatmas and perfect role models.
Ok so the bottom line is, I think Himesh Reshammiya makes good music, atleast some of it. I think he deserves credit for it. I refuse to nod along just to fit in, when people fuss about his voice. Yes, it can be irritating at times but I always have the option of changing the channel or switching the radio off. Next time someone fusses about his music, I will not be ashamed to say that I don’t mind the song (if I actually don’t) and I will listen to his songs if I want to!
Phew, this feels good. I don’t care if I don’t fit in with the rest by liking this guy’s music a little. I don’t care if I am classified as a person who has tastes that match autowallahs (who by the way are not lesser in any way). Try asking yourself if you like it yourself. Don’t be coloured by what others feel. I know it can happen. It did to me.
I put in the song in the background ‘cuz I like it. The playback is not so good so I am sorry if its irritating in that respect. Will take it off in a couple of days. I took some time to learn how to do embed music so wanted to show off 
***Update: Removed the music ‘cuz it was taking too long to buffer and kept breaking in between***
But the song is available on an opt in basis. You could use the player below to listen to my favourite Himesh Reshammiya song.
The Christmas holidays are finally here. I normally overlook the celebrations in anticipation to the following year.
2006.. hmm.. has been the most happening year in my life and I have learnt more than I have in all the other 23 years combined (including the year I learnt my ABCs).
The jumble that was 2006..
curd, cottons, heat, roomies, mom, hair, love, teeshirts, beach, tailor, vegetables, movies, meshal, bean bags, amrita, backpacks, trips, mattress, balcony, kiss, moon, books, hutch, hurt, pics, unwrapped gifts, malgudi, autos, music, shanky, pain, laughter, walks, fights, waits, silence, chocolates, work, internet, hate, want, shopping, birthdays, flip-flops, bottles, home, tv, blog, god, me, smiles, flowers, lip gloss, roads, tears, friends, separation
Still have 8 more days to go, donno what to expect.
Had some spare time today and was wondering what to do. The obvious answer was bloghopping. Went through a few random blogs of people who had commented on mine and this particular one caught my attention. Her comment was “could totally relate to a few posts. Its true, life is not easy always..” I was curious to see what she blogged on so went through her posts. It was quite disturbing to see she was only 18 and so many posts about pain and separation and loneliness and love and heartbreaks and marriage and .. all the rest of it. It was sad.. I remember myself when I was 18. Didn’t have a care in the world and not even a single problem in life (except math which was my major and mannn that was a problem!). And that makes me wonder how an 18-year old can feel so..so.. mature about life. So disconcerted. I feel for her. I feel for her generation. Cuz though I may be just 5-6 years older than her, I belong to a different generation. I had it easy. Easier than her, and all the rest of them out there.. who are looking for companionship, and solace.. because the world has lesser to offer them..
**Can you believe I actually started typing a post on strikes and hartals? Now that would have a been a joke!!
A lot of things are going on in my head right now. First I thought I should write about a friend I visited over the weekend. Then I felt some things are best left unsaid and maybe just not worth thinking, or writing about. Then I thought I should write another self pity post. I even had the first line in mind – “When does this pain end?” Hehehe.. would have made most of you proud of me and some of you (those who try real hard to make me happy and stuff) not too happy! Anyway, that post ended with the first line, so rejoice everyone.
I was thinking of something to do over the weekends, you know. Sat down yesterday evening and thought about what I could possibly do that interests me and that would be atleast a little useful (I know some of you are thinking ‘get a life’ and some others are thinking ‘awww’. For the ‘get a life people’, you don’t know me so shush. For the ‘awww’ people, I know 
).This rules out embroidery, , crochet, dance, music, musical instrument, nib painting, emboss painting, hmm painting in general, and all the other related stuff (cuz I don’t think they are particularly useful). I asked a friend and he said “learn a language”. Hmmm.. too much work and too expensive. And I really don’t want to stress out myself. It should be fun! So, after contemplating for around half an hour, I zeroed in on cooking classes! Tadaa. Now thats useful! Did related searches in Google (where else) but the results were disappointing. Got a contact number in Secunderabad but its too far off. (Ok, I am lazy, I agree). Sigh.
What with Christmas around the corner and all that, I am wishing I was home. Its more ‘Christmas-y’ back home with cakes and puddings and good food from all the neighbours and friends. I even used to make butter cookies and give it out to them as a return gift. And those were pretty popular. Hey!! Maybe I should conduct cooking classes instead of attending one!! Wow!!
Hmm.. but then again, I think participants may want to learn something beyond butter cookies (v.good), sambhar (pretty good), rasam (sometimes good) and omelette (generally good).
Ok, I was just being modest here, I cook pretty well though not too often. Ask my roomy
***UPDATE***
Ok, for the record, I am NOT claiming that I look like any of them. I just found the concept fun when I ran into someone else’s blog. It was just shocking that Kate Winslet was shown as the person I have most resemblance with, and hence the :O in the title of the post.
PS: Thank to all of you who said I am prettier than any of them. You are the best
PPS: Though most of you said Roselyn Sanchez, personally, I think I resemble Kate Winslet more.
I am so tempted to start typing all that I feel right now. But that’s no fun, and it won’t be pleasant. I’ve decided to be patient. With life in general. I was just thinking of all the patient people I know, and you know what? None of them are unhappy. So I have decided to take that route. Patience –> Happiness. Neat huh?
Today I am going to go home and think about who I am. Yeah, you heard me right. Just like we do audits and appraisals and analysis on everything we do, its important to do a self-audit. My long overdue self-audit is scheduled to happen today evening. Not that I have been neglecting it, but the big picture has been neglected for some time. I used to do these a lot in college, cuz I was always confused about what career to choose. So, I am busy this evening.
Its highly possible that you will see a self-pity post as a result of all the thinking. Same time, same place, tomorrow So stay tuned!
I am depressed now. I have this feeling of impending doom. I feel like I am running around in circles..
Ok guys, I am stopping this post here. The feeling of depression has lifted as of now and you should thank Anjana for appearing at the right time and saving you all from the mother of all self-pity posts. But I had a few fantastic lines in mind which would have made you all so proud of me. Hmmm.. guess we have to wait for the next spell..
I am sick of my blog. This flickr thing, and the word of the day and all the jazz I have done. This is not what it was meant for. I started blogging when I couldn’t find the lyrics of a tamil song online and I asked a friend of mine. She told me if I couldn’t find it online, I should listen to the song, type it myself and put it on my blog. I was too embarrassed to tell her I didn’t have a blog. What with me working with Google and all that. It didn’t seem nice. So there I was creating an account for myself. Initially I thought I should just keep posting lyrics of songs that I liked. And thats how it was. One fine day (well, maybe not that fine) I found myself upset and lonely (slight exaggeration with the lonely bit, I have great friends here!but upset I was) and didn’t feel like talking it out. For some reason I thought of my blog lying there bearing a couple of posts with lyrics and I started typing! There! My first ever self pity post! Wow, it felt good. This blog thing seems to be helping me vent too. Thats when I decided to make it more jazzy and attractive. A search for ‘blogger add-ons’ led to flickr, cbox, word of the day, clock and all the rest of it. The hit counter still helps my ego and its great to see so many people actually visit my blog and even bother to leave comments. Now I feel like I write for the readers. Hmmm.. why is that bad you might ask? Its not bad. Ok now I forgot what I started off saying. Sheesh! Let me go back to the first line. I am sick of my blog??!! Whoah! I don’t think I am anymore (grin grin grin). But don’t be surprised if you come by one day and don’t see any of these things here. It takes but one moment to delete them and less time to forget how long it took to create them..
Thats all folks!
Have you ever been on vacation and felt like not going back? Ok, forget all those exotic locations where I know no one wants to come back from. I am talking about going back home. I am home now. Kottayam. A small town towards the southern part of Kerala that has nothing to boast of. No exotic malls or multiplexes or fancy restaurants or branded showrooms. In fact, the roads are bad, they stink in many places where men pee, the autowallahs are rude, the buses are crowded and most of the freshly oiled (coconut oil, of course) heads glisten under the sun. Its humid and you can’t step out in the sun without soaking yourself in sweat 2 minutes thereafter. I have lived in this place for 23 years. I have laughed and cried and played and fallen and run and thought over these roads.Then Hyderabad happened. Strangely, I wasn’t homesick. Of course I missed the coconut heavy curries and the fresh fish and mom but generally I was happy. I came for a two week break a few months back and honestly I wanted to get back before the second week started. You know what’s more strange? This time, I don’t want to go back.. It has nothing to do with homesickness, or the food, or mom, or anything. Atleast I don’t think so. If you ask me, I don’t have a reason. I just don’t want to go back. Yet, if I ask myself whether this is where I want to be, I think the answer is a no. So folks, lets just say I am hopelessly confused now. I am in a stage of my life where I don’t know what I want. Now, it feels like I was never away. As I sit in this baclcony looking at the palms outside, I feel like I was here when they grew so tall. The past year just fades away and I feel like I am still looking for a job, trying to shape out my career. If only that were true.. I hardly look back at a year gone by. For me, looking back has always been to my childhood. Today though, I find myself going through the past year. And it keeps fading.
I know this is too mushy for words and a little silly even. But hey, what the heck! Coming home is always a time for mush and sentiments. Here is to a great year that was!
