Finally!

What do I have to do if I dont want someone linking to my blog?
Is there some way to remove it other than changing my url or directly asking them?

These few days have been hell...
Thankfully I am going on a holiday.
A well deserved break at last! Even if it is only for 2 days.. I will be far away from college, home and other things I'd rather not think about..

A few other things..
The G Talk status wars have declined. thankfully! it was getting a bit too much.

Some things have happened that make me feel like quitting blogging altogether. Whats the point really? but I have no heart to delete this blog. And if I dont delete it, I might as well write. Its going to be a year. And that scares me more than you know.

A few people I didnt credit with a lot of creativity have surpassed all expectations. Suffice to say that stories involving balconies and pipe climbing have impressed me so much that other tales of transfers and eating binges fall short.

Caught up with a friend after a long time. Missed her a bit more than I thought I did. She managed to shock me too. And tempt me. And scare me. Smoking is very fascinating to watch.

Quite cheerful, I am these days... I am proud of myself for not cracking under pressure and god knows there has been enough and more of that...

Well.. Bangalore awaits!

a big tip...

The spoon stopped mid-air. Just before the dripping wet ice cream reached her lips.
"What ?"
He looked away, embarrassed. Whether for her or himself, he didn’t know.

“What did you say?”

“I asked if you are a virgin.”

The spoon went back into the bowl.

Hands whipped up the napkin as she leaned back into her seat and smiled sadly.

“And I thought you were different.”

“What’s so wrong about asking you if you are one?”

“Why is it so important to you?”

“Well.. Erm.. ” He didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t going as well as he thought it would. Quite the opposite actually.

“I don’t get you chauvinists. All of you are the same. Irrespective of who the guy is, it always comes back to that single question. ‘Am I a virgin or not!?!’ Well. What if I am not? Will you tell mama and papa to stop the wedding? Will you change your mind because I have had sex before? Hell! You probably have had ten times more sex than me!”

“Actually I haven’t.”

“What?”

“I said ‘I haven’t.’” He sighed. It seemed like his future bride was going to be deaf during important conversations. It was going to be tiresome having to repeat everything he said.

“I haven’t had sex before. I am a virgin. That’s why I asked you.”

“Oh… I see… Well, I haven’t either.” She looked down. This time he was embarrassed for her. “I... I am sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” She looked into his face, earnestly.

“Oh well. It’s okay. A lot of men are assholes. I am one too. Just not about virginity.”

Paying the bill as he stood up, he motioned for her to get up. As they walked away from the table, the waiter stared at the unfinished bowl of strawberry ice cream and the exorbitant tip. He looked up to see the last of his most generous customers of the day and silently thank him. The man looked back and winked at the waiter while guiding the girl towards the exit. Two fingers on his left hand were crossed...

Onam!

Guess what I did yesterday?
We celebrated Onam!!!
I know its too early .. there are two more days left.. but its the weekend and so much more convenient.

The great thing about Onam is that its secular. Its for ALL malayalees and not just for hindus or christians or muslims.. EVERYONE celebrates onam.. And there's such lovely fooood!!!

One of the first things that come to my mind when I think about Onam is the 'sadhya'!! thats the huge elaborate meal.. on banana leaf.. We dont have many 'leaf' meals at home. Except at weddings..And Onam and sometimes Vishu (in spite of us not being hindus we celebrate it, once in a while).
This year, we also decided to put a 'pookalam' which would be a kind of flower carpet or a flower 'kolam'. For a pookalam, there needs to be 'poo's! So I was sent out to buy some flowers. And I went grumbling, because of all e`rrands and chores, I hate 'buying stuff' the most.
Since we live in Besant Nagar and since for the past week or so, Besant Nagar and Elliot's Beach has been invaded by hordes of religious devotees of the Vellankani church, i grumbled even more.
But because of the loads of shops lining the roads, spotting a flower shop shouldnt be that difficult, I thought. It turned out that most people buy flowers only right next to the church, so I had to walk my way through the huge temporary shopping arcade to the other end. I was, unwisely, wearing jeans and t-shirt, so I hope I didnt scandalise too many aunties.. I did, however, hugely enjoy looking at all the shops on either side and admiring how prices fall at festival times.. and half wished that fab-india, which was also on the same road had also joined in and slashed their rates as well in the spirit of festivity!!!

When I finally reached the shop, the lady who was staring down at me (they erect platforms that come upto shoulder height for those shops adjoining the church - i dont know why!- the result is very disconcerting). The Lady who was staring down at me, pretty much figured out that I wasnt here to go to church, I thought, because nothing else could explain her frightful glaring. When I asked for some flowers (uthiri poo - loose flowers), she asked me what flowers. I did study Botany in school, but I really didnt know the names of the flowers, except for rose and 'mulla'(jasmine) in tamil! She was very irritated at my hesitation, so I pointed to some garlands hanging nearby and said that I wanted some loose flowers which were yellow and looked like this. She, was now very annoyed, because there was a huge line of other people behind me (who were also glaring at me), who I think she prioritised over me, because they were genuine. After I guiltily let one couple in front of me, I saw her smile at them and decided that I would not give way anymore. Finally I got her to understand what I wanted and she gave me 2 huge packetfuls of flowers (the colors all mixed up!) and I made my way back home.
Excited to start the 'pookalam' I forgot to crib about my harried experience and me and my lil sister started work. As much as I really do hate 'buying stuff', I love 'doing stuff' just as much. It was fun and I love the result.. We did two pookalams and the green leaves are from a nearby tree. Here they are.

After that I had bath and changed into my onam salwar (;) - yes I do have an 'onam' salwar) and sat down hungry for the 'sadhya' which, by the way, was the most amazing ever! Vegetarian food never tasted that good!

Update... Or 'Down'date?

Its been a weird week. Two fights.. A lot of shocking/surprising news.. and so many other things..

So there's this guy. The only guy I used to talk to school (in chennai - XI & XII). And we lost touch like ages ago..
Suddenly he's on Orkut.. and from his communities... I discover he's a drummer!
What the hell was I doing in school? How come I didnt know he was a drummer???

All of a sudden I am finding old and new friends.. College is ending.. I have things to do.. I have assignments to complete..

And I need to apply to universities..
And I dont have a passport..

*sigh..
Its falling apart.. I hope I survive...