Early bird catches the bus

Imagining one day morning, I will wake up to the voice of cuckoos and sparrows. But the cell phone alarm rings with the stubbornness that it will get me out off bed at any cost. It puts in a lot of effort until its battery charge exhausts completely. Feeling sorry for my cellphone, I atlast get up out of bed, just to be greeted by the noise of electric motor pumping water in the hostel. My roommate & nearby roommates(only those who I woke up by my alarm) greet "Good morning" to each other, wondering why it became morning soon (Because we slept only at some 1 AM naa?).
A look at the watch laughs at me that, "No matter what, I am not going to stop". So racing with time, I get ready & sit in the TV room and have breakfast - some friends changing channels hurriedly to c their horoscope for that day, some trying to hear some devotional song at the start of the day, some trying to have a glimpse of their favourite artist, some trying to find out how the world has changed overnight. And just as I am about to leave, some favourite song of mine will be telecasted and between the song & the Chennai bus - I half-heartedly hurry to sign in the hostel register, after waving goodbye to everybody and go to the bus-stop, only to see the bus just passing-by. I curse myself for having wanted to c the song and catch the next bus. I decide next day no matter what, I shouldn't watch the TV in the morning. But u c, I will b able to catch the next bus, but the song - will it be telecasted again in few minutes. So I hope u understand what I will be doing tomorrow..........

The Alchemist

I have the habit of reading mostly ghost stories, vampire stories, stories of crime and detection, and by authors like Jeffrey Archer. One exception was the Harry Potter series - I was first very reluctant to read this thinking they would be very childish. But after reading a few pages of the first book, I became crazy of them , esp. of Hermione Granger(the character which I think acts like me in most of the cases :-))), that I finished all five books in four days.
One day during my final semester in college, Saranya showed me this book, "The Alchemist" by Paul Coelho. She told me that itz a bit philosophical - but I starred at her, why was she giving me this book though she knows that I don't read this kind. But nothing better to do that day, I started it. Well, I nearly travelled with Santiago(the main character, Coelho has used to convey his thoughts), and started to realize how many dreams that I have had before and how many I have discarded without giving a second thought about it. Lost are lost. Now I am seeing the inner meaning of each and every small thought and dream, and why it occurs to me at a particular point of time. I feel each about-to-happen incident is told to every human before it happens and itz only that he/she is not able to realize it.
Thanx to Saranya, or, else I wud have been very much ignorant of my dreams and thoughts yet.

This weekend

This Saturday started well, with me waking up at 2 PM in the afternoon. Then returned from dance class and was full of excitement because I had tickets for "Veer Zaara" show, the next day. After a lot of fun in the hostel, discussing from Kumudam to Women's era, from TNagar to Texas, and from Nail care to Hair care(well, that happens when there are many beauticians in ur hostel), we settled down in the TV room for "Dil Hai Tumhara" - because Hindi and English are the only common languages in hostel as girls are from Noida, Delhi, Kolkata, Andhra, Kerala, Bangalore, Cuddapah, Malaysia and a few from Tamilnadu too.One by one, all friends retired to bed, because the one-to-one love in the movie, became love triangle, and then rectangle and atlast entangled. So I was left alone there thinking abt a solution and the director too had the same solution as mine.
By the time I slept, it was 2.30 AM.The next day me, Srimathi and Haseena landed in Sathyam theatre leaving back Elizabeth & feeling sorry for her as she cudn't join us because of her exams. There the supposed to be 11 AM show started at 11.20 AM.The movie ended up making my handkerchief fully wet & my eyes entirely dry. Not that all movies make me cry (Exception: Sharukh movies), but this made my mind very heavy. Wonderful movie but had a subtle feeling that any young actress could have taken up the role of Preity Zinta or her makeup could have been reduced a bit. After seeing movies of violence, whenever a Indopak subject is considered in a movie, this movie reminded that Pak was after all a child of India.

Welcome

Welcome to my blog site. Have a good day.
I have always thought of writing blogs. The urge started after I got a mail from my favourite rediffmail.com that I can write blogs. But then when I saw the spontaneity in most of the blogs written by others, I shed the thought of writing a blog, because I have the habit of editing whatever I write, thereby making out a precise form of the original version. But however it is, why not just do it? So here comes my first blog.