Arusuvai Arasu - Highly Disappointing

My mom pointed out some advertisements in the newspaper one morning and this Arusuvai Arasu caught my eye. Happy people eating what seemed to be great food.I immediately decided we should go there once. So Sunday seemed to be a good day for lunch outing.Along with my dad,mom and sister we invited my dads professor and good friend Geetha aunty.The hype just got bigger when the guy guarding the first floor door had a big list with all names from sreenivasan, venkatraman to names like Kunal,Alisha etc.Since we were sure that my dads name 'Bhaskaran' will take at least another half an hour to be called.So we decided to attack my sisters parota(In case you wondering why my sister was having parota, she has to be force fed rice else she is an ardent wheat devotee).The parota tasted good, so my expectation grew bigger.

We were finally called in and settled into our seats.We were also offered our complementary watter bottle and diet cokes and out of which one watter bottle was missing. We had to wait even after getting the table for our food plates to come.It kept me wondering whether they we running out of plates. So finally our plates come. Surprise because the menu says hey have just meals out there but found my plate contained was different from what others got. I figured out like it was more like a lucky draw. IF you are lucky you get all the items, else you are just unlucky. Geetha aunty was the unluckiest. Her plate weighed less by 4 items. So we called the server to enquire about it, we were met with rude replies like 'You start eating this it will come'. Just as we got started with sambar the guy with curd approached us, we said later and believe me that was the last time we ever saw him. And please don't get me started on food. It wasn't any good.Even i cook better(OK that maybe a little over the line). But still i think you guys get the point, its the worst food we ever had. So this was supposed to be kalyana samayal sadam, on being asked for payasam the guy said different type of sweets everyday.So we asked him what was served today. He had to look into our plates to say it was Sweet boondi, which as a matter of fact i never received.The worst service ever and equally bad food, that place is gonna close down soon. I really felt pity at the eager customers who were waiting downstairs...

Generation gap

It all started with my grandma visiting me. She is my dad's mom and she is 92. Long live granny. She can be really funny sometimes. She was perfectly healthy till few years back, but as she neared hundred she became more tired all the time and her hearing deterioted. She needed help to walk, so she started depending upon us to help her walk. So usually she sleeps in the bedroom and when she is around i sleep in the sofa cum bed in the living room. She get a staright view of me sleeping( my mom syas that gives her a feeling that someone is around during night). So on one peaceful night i got up around 2 in the morning, to answer nature's call. The next thing i remember is she shouting at me asking me where iam going. I showed her my little finger, think it was too dark beacuse she was still shouting. So i tried explaining it to her that i wanted to use the toilet.By the time i finished explaining it to her, my rest of the family was standing behind me. Iam happy it wasn't my neighbours who heard all that.

Well fashion has evolved a lot over the decade.My grandma really proved that to me. Iam more comfortable in trousers and 3/4th. So on one such day, my house brimming with guest, she called me fondly to ask something. Wondering what it was i went near her and she took a hold on to my pants and asked me 'Why you wearing these torn clothes, your mom didn't get anything good eh?'. Ever tried explaining fashion to your grandma. Never ever try that. I learnt this lesson that day.

When her hearing deterioted we got her a hearing machine which she hated and which is now sleeping in some corner of the cupboard. I was hooked to my ipod and watching a movie in it, when she asked me something. On listening closely she asked me whether i was having problems with hearing too as i was using a hearing aid. Thats the last time i listened to ipod in front of her.With all these silly, some embarassing, some cute experiences she has given me great memories.Whatever she said doesn't matter as she is the sweetest granny anyone can get:)

DO WE REALLY GIVE OUR BEST

We dream to do so many things in this world.Like I wanna try paragliding,Bungee jumping(if the rope can withstand my weigth),sky diving and most importantly stay completely silent for a day or at least half a day.But all these sounds synonymous to impossible. Does it???. Or is this the way the world has forced upon us, that when we want to try something out of the ordinary, it is always at the unreachable heights.Where does this whole thing begin?Charity begins at home , so does this.We people get so comfortable to the known that we don't risk for the unknown. We despise change. Though humans, of all the races are known to survive the best in case of a change, but we never volunteer oneself if there is any way to come out of it.

CHANGE is inevitable. But we pretend 'Thank you, I'm happy with my life'. When we want to try something out of the ordinary, it's just not us we need to think about. Being brought up in a place where we are strongly bound by family ties, before i can even think of bungee jumping i got to get through my mom(believe me ,this is IMPOSSIBLE).Does the constraints put upon us by the society and our family shape us for what we are,another carbon copy with a different signature. Iam unique, but iam still the same in so many ways with so many people. So what would i have been today, if the society i had around me was different. I can only guess, but can never be sure. But one thing that iam absolutely sure about is Iam what Iam.

Oscar Time

It's been a proud moment for INDIA with our own A R Rahman winning the Oscar not just once but twice for his work in Slumdog Millionaire.I couldn't have felt more happier.While my hands were scribbling on my test papers that morning,my mind was filled with thoughts about Oscar.Couldn't wait to get out of the hall to check my messages. And there it was, we did it. I was happy ,just happy then.But as the feeling started to sink in, I started thinking more about this. What makes Oscars special?Is Oscar the only recognition a person can be weighed upon? and more and more... I discover one thing,this Oscar is like a rumour.People like it, they like to hear about it, wait to hear more about it and it is celebrated as an occasion.'Jai ho' is great, but i can bet many wil agree that A R Rahman's Roja is beyond comparison.Then why didn't Roja get the Oscars? Maybe it didn't get the exposure like Slumdog..Our Indian Cinema is filled with diversity,creativity and brimming with talent. At least let this Oscar bring the world eye's on our country. JAI HO

FRIENDSHIP

Dedicated to all my FRIENDS...

We were born and then anyone who took care of us, made us laugh, played with us,were our friends.

We grew up, started kinder garden. The one sitting next to us was our friend.

We further grew up, started primary school.Now anyone who shared a pencil with us, became our friend. Anyone who was a part of our prank became our friend. Anyone who shared lunch with us was our friend.

How good it would have been, if we could freeze time around here. When friendship was all about innocence,happiness,laughter.....

But time never freezes it goes on...

We started high school, now friendship wasn't so easy. It involved trust, patience, endurance, knowing about each other, keeping secrets, being there for each other and many more.

We enjoyed this phase of friendship, but it wasn't all laughter we had, a lot of tears we shared too..

We are out of school, stepping into a new world college.We are given the opportunity to take our own decisions.We meet different people, some quiet, some loud, some flashy, some simple, some open, some mysterious, altogether a different one from us.We try to merge in, into this group of diverse personalities, at the same time trying to stand out as an individual.Here friendship is lot more than trust, patience and endurance. Apart from all these we learn harsh reality. People change everyday, what was liked yesterday maybe despised today. In this world we find friends, despite of our differences who match our wavelength. We learn to look at them, for the good in them.We learn to accept and adapt to the changes. We dawn upon that fact that friendship is not a simple relationship anymore. We also realize, some friendships that begun, just with a pencil has depths that can last a lifetime.

Big or Small, Long or Short, Happy or Moody, Weak or Strong, Silent or Chatterbox, FRIENDS are always FRIENDS:)

TIme

When your heart becomes heavy,

the words have sunk in,

noises start to fade away,

when words fail to reach,

the hand reaches for the key,

you start your bike,

all you want to do is go anywhere,

the path u take is unknown,

when your vision starts to blur,

not because of the weight of sorrow,

but because of the tears,brimming in your eyes,

tears loose pace,as you bike start to gain,

for you go in search of comfort,

knowing well time is the hero,

knowing not where the roads lead,

you go and go and go,till you hit that brakes,

and take a deep breath,not because things will be OK,

because you just avoided hitting,

the small boy who tried to cross the road,

and that moment brings the flash,

some things are not the end,

there are many things that keeps us going......

Whats in the name

I have wondered sometimes why some people name their children after their parents.In foreign countries it is pretty common to find the younger ones surnamed junior. Lets consider Mr X here.He has a son,he is named X Junior.We have seen sooooo many Henry's and Queen Elizabeth's.This tradition is much prevalent in India for a long time. Many of us might have been named after our grandfather or grandmother. I didnt care much about it,until last week when i came to know that i had another name.I was also named after both my grandmothers. A combination of first half of thier names. Iam the kind of person who says parents name thier chidren after thier parents in order to scold them. And in my case iam clear my parent took no side:)