Breaking Dawn

Yet another day has come to an end. We've all aged by 24 hours and 1440 minutes. Even by my sluggish standards, it has been a truly memorable day. Started off quite the normal way. Appa desperately trying to evacuate the bed, Amma's unlimited patience reaching all time lows.

Today was a day of delightful joyous Mom-Son nonsense-ing. The Image of the Day would surely be one of complete amusement and surprise on Amma's face as Shreya DidiG and me held an hour long Hindi-English bilateral talks. We gossiped about mascara, eyeliners, one dashing young lady who defied every over-made-up law that governs the realm of society and fashion, BINDAAS or was it BAKWAAS?

The afternoon passed off in its usual brisk manner with me doing some serious Chem for a change. 1 Page!

Evening...yeah! Downed a coffee. Jumped onto bed when Chandana came home. Chandu, a Class X student, still inspires in me a sense of fear and dread. A smart young lady, Chandu brightened the evening with Class X discussions. Then, went for a game of cricket. Following the Kotla debacle, our game too was abandoned due to bad light. Missed an easy catch, though more than made up for it with a Jonty-Rhodes-Impressing runout. Went for a stroll with Vinay and Varun, two really sweet guys in my colony. Discussed everything from Polestar to Avatar!

Got back home and had a brainstorming session with Dad about my C++ project. Sam called. Usual bro-sis mokkafyin'!

"Had"[Amma stuffed it down my mouth actually!] Pulao for dinner.

And now off to bed.

Gtalk Style, gn sd tc!

the sathyam SAGA

Mudiyadu, Amma, NO WAY!

It is a Monday today! Monday means Mom's Day out here at home sweet home. I was thinking what could possibly go wrong today when Amma gave me a plateful of delicious Pongal. I couldn't believe my luck. Breakfast without brushing? What was wrong with Amma today? I was going to grab a bite of "Made in Heaven" Pongal, when Dad noticed the CloseUp tube idling in the stand. For a change, I must add. Dad applied his Scotland Yard Chief Detective brains and deduced I hadn't brushed since last night and chased me all over the house in a gallant effort to exterminate all the germs that must be honeymooning in my gums. Reluctantly, I obliged.

Pongal was truly out of the world. Ananta Padmanabha Swamy Temple's chief cook...you are truly amazing! I LOVE YOU. The accompanying kesari was equally yummyyy.

Meanwhile, seeing none of my friends online, I resolved to study. Sat with Complex Numbers and worked out one big two line sum[Relax, Shreya DidiG], when Mom entered the stage with the most feared thing in the household.

OIL!

Nope, she wasn't attempting arson. Chill! Just attempting to convince me an oil bath is good for my health. Ignoring all my "Chancy, Mudiyadu" protests, she made me squat down and yeah...

I'M SOAKING IN 5.67 GALLONS OF OIL AT THE MO'!

The really annoying flowing feel of oil, sheesh!, it is like covering yourself with leeches. AARGHH! But, Mummy doesn't see all this. Just that, like good old Paati says, oil baths help in keeping a glowing and smooth skin. But, I don't plan to walk the ramp at Lakme Fashion Week next year, Ma, PURINJUDA?

I can hear the "Ennai oda laptop eppo onakku romba thevaya. Kulika poda!" in the most nicest tone possible from Mrs. Raguraman. Before "poda" is replaced by "poitolayenda", I must be off.

Bbye!

Off FB!

Thank you, Barkha, for helping me discover that the Internet is beyond Facebook! I truly agree with your HT article . If anyone deserves the gallows, nope, it isn't Ajmal Kasab, it is scum like SPS Rathore that rule our country. My sympathies to you and your family, Mr. Girhotra, and Aradhana, if I were the President of the country, you would get an Award for Extraordinary Bravery next January 26.

BREAKING NEWS: SATHISH JOINS THE "NO FB" CAMPAIGN!

Reuters: In a move that has clearly surprised and even shocked all those who once had "Otteri Neri" on their Friends List, Sathish has put up an "Off FB" status and has resisted all temptation to check on his notifications. Adivaasi, spokesperson for Mr.Neri, in an interview to Al-Jazeera, denied speculation that Mr.Randomness Personified had decided to leave the social networking site notorious for its addicting capability once and for all. "He just wants to see how long he can survive without FBing. Plus he's coping really well with the Facebook Withdrawal Syndrome. He listened to songs, blogged, twittered, caught up with old friends, and is even considering getting a start on his C++ project", said Mr.Adivaasi.

Well, yeah, that kinda summarizes my life at the moment. With Kaise Mujhe Tum Mil Gayi playing on an endless loop in my head [Take that wide-eyed astonished look off your face, Nishi, I do listen to Hindi songs!], Shreya DidiG's "Maine wine piya, dance kiya, kal meri behen ki birthday hai, cake kaaongi, tumhe sab kuch bataoongi, kal call karoongi, because tum bankrupt hoge. GN, SD", dear sweet old Grandma's "Nee thirundaveamatta" and if really exasperated "Nee urupadamaari enakku theriyala!" statements, Mom wondering if I got an inflatable balloon for a stomach, Julie and me MRT-ing, Dad worrying if getting me a laptop was really a wise decision, listening to Vinay-Earth-Destruction-Karthik's "Anna! I'll annihilate the Earth" plans, mokkafying Sam every few hours, missed-calling Violin Sir, dividing 1000/x where x was once 15 and is currently 7, getting up leisurely at 11.30, watching really "WhydidIevercomeforthis?" movies like New Moon, cycling recklessly up and down the potholed alleys of Singara Chennai, downing half a dozen coffees in a day, forwarding really random SMSes to Sudip, "please cal. m bored"ing Divya and yeah! regretting my decision to drag 15 kgs of books all the way from 3 MCR to Changi Airport and to Chennai last 28th and forgetting them since then...life is seriously awwsum![Sheesh! AWESOME!]

I'm coming, Morpheus. Adieu!