To the mouse in my kitchen :)

Dear mouse,

I've seen you scurrying up and down the walls n running around million times, but (un)fortunately, I never really had the pleasure of getting to know you more closely. And then this morning, I find you behind a little 'dabba' in the kitchen !

Now, this isn't the best arrangement, you know? I'm scared to turn the tap on, because everytime I do, you squirm and twitch and try to find something to hide under. I don't want to put utensils in here because I'm scared that I'll crush you. And have you seen our maid? She's as HUGE as a sumo wrestler and trust me, you do not want HER evicting you from your newfound abode.

I don't know how and why you decided to frequent the kitchen or how you ended up in the here, but sweetheart, seeing as things around you are so wrought with peril, could you please figure out a way to leave?


P.S. You're more than welcome to stick around though. :)
sealed with a kiss by Nandini!

real friendship !!

The world around me is tangible, real. I have friends who I can meet. With whom I can talk face to face.
The world around is me is hazy, mysterious. I have friends whom I have never met and may not meet anytime soon.

Which do you think would be more dear to me?

The unseen ones are my most beloved. For because we cannot meet and have not seen each other we treasure each other with a fierce passion. Their messages wake me up every morning, full of love, cheer and wishes for a good day. I know I can talk to them anytime about anything and that they won't judge me. Phone calls are treats and I look forward to them like a child awaiting for Christmas.

We subsist on plans to meet while blogging together, e mailing, orkuting...we're in touch everywhere in every way. We understand each other perfectly, even completing each others' sentences. Their calls and wishes are the first I get on my birthday and when I'm low, no one cheers me up better than they do.

Yes I have amazing people all around me in daily life. But those who are not around daily, make my life more amazing EVERYDAY. :)


sealed with a kiss by Nandini!

Gabbar v/s Balu

NOTE:..The plot required me to use hindi dialogues. However, I have tried my best to transliterate each dialogue for those who don't understand hindi. The ones who understand hindi kindly read only the hindi dialogues and skip the transliterated ones written in brackets for each dialogue. And my friends who dont understand hindi, kindly read the lines put in bracket only. Get ready for one more humour shot!
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“Main teen tak ginoonga! Uss se pehle bahaar nikal jaa warna main teri darling ko goli maar doonga”
(“I will only count till three. If you don’t show me turn up before that I will shoot your darling”)

“Abhe tere goli se kaun darta hain bhe? Aur bechaari ladki par kya heroism dikha raha hain. Maa ka doodh piya hain toh mere saamne aa.” Balu shouted back at the villain
(“Who is scared of your bullets? And don’t show your heroism before a helpless girl. If you have ever had Maa ka doodh (don’t know how to translate that), then face me” Balu shouted back at the villain)

“Tu apne aap ko mard bolta hain?? Kahaan chupa baitha hain bhe darpok. Tereko apni darling ki jaan pyaari nahi hain kya??”
(“You call yourself a man?? Where are you hiding you coward? Don’t you care for your darling’s life??”)

“Abhe oye!! Zabaan sambhaal ke baat kar. Tereko koi idea nahi hain ki main tere saath kya kar sakta hoon. Aur desh ke liye ek pyaar toh kya, hazaar pyaar kurbaan” Balu thumped his chest with pride.
(“You!! Mind your tongue. You have no idea what I can do with you. And my love dwarfs in comparison to my love for country. I can sacrifice all my lady love for my country” Balu thumped his chest with pride)

“Main sirf teen tak ginoonga. Uska baad iska khel khatam. Ek…….”
(“I will only count till three. After that this game will be over. One….”)

“Abhe tere se kaun darta hain bhe. Chal Fut!!” Balu gave it back to the villain
(“Who is scared of you? Get lost!!” Balu gave it back to the villain)

“Do……”
(“Two……”)

“Abhe teri maa ne sirf teen tak hi ginati sikhaayi hain kya tereko?? Chal fut yahaan se!!” Balu was shouting at the top of his voice
(“Has your mother taught you to count only till three?? Get lost!!” Balu was shouting at the top of his voice)

“Aur yeh….”
(“And finally….”)

“Dabaa naa trigger. Ruk kyun gaya?? Darpok!!” Balu shot back. “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....woo ho ho ha ha ha ha ha ha. Darpok kaheenke. Ab main tujhe zinda nahi chodoonga kameene. Ha ha ha ha ha” He started laughing hysterically
(“Pull the trigger. Why did you stop in your tracks?? Coward!!” Balu shot back. “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha….woo ho ho ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. You coward. Now I won’t spare your life rascal. Ha ha ha ha ha” He started laughing hysterically)

Someone from the crowd shouted. “Please!! Please!! Someone please get this fool to shut his mouth. He is spoiling the movie for all of us. Throw this fool out of the theatre.”

A few torches lit up in the theatre and the guards start scanning the seats. The public points them to the culprit. Guards catch hold of Balu and ask him to leave the theatre. They escort him to the exit gate. Balu resists and puts up a fight. He wriggles out of their hands and runs back to the centre of the theatre. He points his finger at the villain on the screen and bellows,

“Main tujhe zinda nahi chodoonga kutte! Apne din gin na chaalu kar de!”
("I won’t spare your life you dog. Your days are numbered")

He throws a string of abuses directed at the villain on the screen. Guards hold him by the scruff of his neck and throw him out of the theatre.

“Teen….Ab teri darling ko koi nahi bachaa sakta. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Mera naam Gabbar aise hi nahi rakha logon ne!”
(“Three....No one can save your lady love now. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. People have not named me Gabbar for nothing”)

The movie continued....

Nandini..!!

Dear Dad

I remember my first day at school. I must have been three years old? I cried all the way to school and just outside that gate, to distract me, you bought me a shiny pink balloon. I remember the burst of happiness when I held that balloon.

I remember getting lousy results in math and looking at you with tear filled eyes, only to hear you say "It's okay". I have never felt as relieved.

I remember you supporting even my most bizarre ambitions and dreams. When I wanted to be a Jockey , when I wanted 'pink' hair...you never said no.

I remember all my phases. I spent huge amounts on 'cool' clothes, I enrolled in classes I hardly attended, I racked up ginormous phone bills...you were calm throughout, always explaining, never shouting.

I remember how you reacted to my first car accident , my first pair of low jeans, my first ride alone in big bad WASHINGTON .My first time going away from home to college , You were so concerned, agitated...and worried , but you continue to tolerate it all, even though I know it's hard for you sometimes.

I remember you staying up at night when I was studying, calming me down when I refused to give an exam, taking me out after my horrid result. You always gave me strength.

I remember asking you for money when I run out, taking permission from you when others say no, watching film after film with you because no one else will watch that crap. You're my partner in crime.

And now, even though it irks you that I spend hours on my blog instead of studying, you support my writing.you are the first one to read my poems[well most of them] !

Unconditional love and unconditional faith, that's what you've given me. Add that to a few unbearably long lectures, a shouting match or two and a few shared secrets that we've kept from everyone in the house (yes, mum still doesn't know that I broke the lamp and you ordered the new one before she would find out ) we have the perfect father-daughter relationship.

So here's to the first and most important man in my life - I love you daddy. :)

Nandini
P.S. Can I have an advance on next week's allowance?:P
sealed with a kiss!!!!

The Upside Of Being Ugly

People always believe that life sucks for ugly people and pretty people get the best of life all the time. I was reading a magazine article some time ago. It said that even the scientists, having conducted a research, believe that now. Well, those guys would know, that's perhaps all they can do. When was the last time you heard about a scientist guy or girl being a regular in the club circuits?

Anyway, the point here is that we, ugly people like me that is, need not worry about things so much. I mean, haven't you ever heard of the silver lining in the cloud? There happens to be an upside of everything and being ugly is not all that bad, you know. I mean, I thought I had it quite bad, but then I decided to change my outlook on life and found out there's much more to being ugly than meets the eye. I even had a discussion with a friend of mine about this and even she agrees with me on most of the points I put up....

First off, ugliness knows no bounds. It does not make distinctions between men and women. But women have an advantage, no eve-teasing (quite an expression we Indians have invented, this one), guys on the street don't tease you. And in my friend's words, "you don't really need to go to the beauty parlor, you are ugly anyway and they can try and you can spend lots of your money but no one can really make you look good and no one is gonna date you. Instead, you can go to a pub (but not in Mangalore) lol .... and spend your money on lots of booze."

Also, if you are ugly, you get a lot of sympathies from all the nosey aunties, which itself is advantageous especially for a kid. They would perhaps hand you some money every time they visit instead of just giving a really useless verbal blessings which they would not really mean anyway thinking that perhaps you could use that money to get yourself a makeover when you are old enough and eligible for marriage. On your part, you can save up on all that money and blow it on booze on your 21st birthday. You also don't really need to hide your birthday and your age. You are already ugly and no one cares for how old you are. Might as well add a few years to the real numbers to get past security in a bar and get drunk - again.

Notice how everything comes back to drinking?:P Well, that's the best part of it. Ugly people can get drunk all they want, make a hell of a scene anywhere and no one will remember after some time. Not the case if you look pretty, huh! Just ask yourself, if some really hot babe (doesn't work that much for a good looking guy, girls seemingly get turned off by such guys ) was making a scene in a pub after having one too many from the juice box, would you forget that too easy? Nooo. But if an ugly guy (or girl) was doing the same thing, not only would he (she) be thrown out of the pub but also from your memory almost instantaneously.

So you see, The Upside Of Being Ugly!!!.

P.S. - I am starting an NGO working for the ugly people's rights. We don't call people like me ugly anymore. The politically correct term is "aesthetically challenged". :D

Too much but still too little

Hello again,

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways,but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We ' ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We ' ve added years to life not life to years. We ' ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor! We conquered outer space but not inner space.

We ' ve done larger things, but not better things. We ' ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We ' ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We ' ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.

These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time wh! en there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this thought to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just ignore... Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn ' t cost a cent. Remember, to say, ' I love you ' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it.

A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

What if I were an egg….

Sometimes…I wonder what would have happened if I were born in a poultry. Would I have been a human or a chick? What if I had been a chick…not the ‘pretty-chick’ kind of chick…but the egg-laying kind.

Guess, I would have just decorated the wire cage in a chicken stall until it was my time to decorate Sunday’s lunch plate.

But what if I were left to be an egg…perhaps…to decorate a Monday morning breakfast plate. Would my brothers worry about me when I became an omelet? Maybe. Maybe not.

Here is a visual on what might happen if I were born a chick and left to be an egg….:O :)