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Wishing you newer and more meanings in life this new year!

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Thank you once again for all the wishes my dear friends, thank you as always for writing in to check. Praying that this new is truly special and I wish and pray for new meaning and more meaning in all that you undertake. After 2 years of being confined to our home (excluding the fact that I enjoyed most parts being a home maker and traveling places) the new year has begun very differently mostly with lots of hope and joy at being back at doing what I love the most. Working with people and meeting little ones. I have started working and that is one reason for my absence, I do miss catching up on my blog friends write ups but I do try once a while. So beginning this new year has been beautiful in its own way. I have started work with an organization in Bangalore at the Sneha Campus on Sarjapur Road, right on the outskirts. Though I stay on the other end of Bangalore, travelling itself and meeting people on the way, talking to them about the work undertaken by the team has also had its
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On the lost list

I have a list, of things I have lost, being as careful and careless as I'm. There is that pencil box I lost in the 3rd std, that gold earing, that cycle that got stolen, those clothes, books, cassettes that was borrowed that never came back and many more. But then have you ever lost a friend? I have, not sure when and where. How does one loose a living person... a friend? Am not so sure where she vanished. She wasn't just a mere acquiantance or one you just get along with. She was one of those friends I thought would last a lifetime, one you saw growing old with, catching up and talking about the long gone days. I still don't have an answer to .... how does something like this happen? And I'm blank on what to do about changing the situation. My address or numbers or email id's haven't changed and yet I wonder why she wouldn't want to keep in touch. The last I met her was a shocker to her and to me, and in the process of recovering from it, she seemed to ha
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Goldiloks: a fairy tale no less

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Madam M, to all those who meet her for the first time and to some of us it is M Didi. Goldilocks is what I will call her for you. She is by far one of the most exhuberant and eccentric people I have met in my life. And of all the others, she stands out. She is intresting, fun, lavish, generous and giving juxtapose it with eccentric, abusive, feared, revered, powerful, relentless, and a true bussiness woman. I wish I could give her true name but then ........, though knowing her, I'am sure she wouldn't mind. She is a woman who has crossed the points of avarice, greed, agression, of being feared, being the violater, being abusive, someone who has realized and asked what more can power and money bring? Now she has moved to being a so called social worker and loves being reffered to as a 'samaj sevika'. She totally enjoys being in the league of the famous, helping someone or supporting a cause. A life beyond onself and for another. Oh by the way, this feel that is there
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Through the fog, a ride on the cloud

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Have you ever felt like you are going this phase in life, where you seem outside yourself; where the world just passes you by; where life is going through its usual routines but then you feel like someone else is living that life; It feels like, I have absolutely no memory of the last few months, and how it has passed me by. A lot has happened but yet nothing seem to have registered. Right through a death in the family, to shifting continents, to reading, through music, then yet nothing had the power to wake me from this dreamless slumber. Can one be void of feelings and emotions, where there is no reason to take a decision even at the most crucial time, hoping that the decision would just comeby. It is like there is no feel of the time, the seconds or the minutes or the hours or the days or weeks. And it isn't like there are no vague states of awareness, a reason or a thought, that I am going through this phase, yet I just don't seem to be able to push it to the level of cons
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Bell Bajao! Ring The Bell!

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The Bell Bajao Campaign is an initiative by ‘Breakthrough TV’, the corporate social responsibility wing of the famous O&M advertising firm. I was sincerely impressed at their initiative to take up the issue of ‘Domestic Violence’. The efforts at bringing it to the masses, at a level that the common man can get involved and show their concern, is admirable. This campaign has been one of the most innovative campaigns I have seen in the recent past. Their take, on how to deal with the issue of domestic violence, is what caught my attention. It simply says, ‘even you can do something’. You don’t have to be a women’s rights activist, to raise your voice. You can show ‘you know and that you care’, by just ringing the bell. The word says it all ‘Bell Bajao’ or ‘Ring the Bell’. And speak up against Domestic Violence. So much of efforts to bring this issue to the forefront, so many organizations working on the issues and yet it does not seem to be enough. How many of us have seen violence
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Tag 4!

Thank you Mathew, for the tag. It reminds me of the high school autograph/slam book. Take 4 tag 4: 4 Places I have lived: Bangalore: My 2nd home. That’s where I lived most of my life: school, graduation and work. Very dear to my heart cause, that’s were kettiyon and me met, where friends are and where we plan to live in a few years. I hate the traffic, the pollution, I have refused to touch the wheel in the last 2 years, I have given up cycling because of the fear of being run over, yet ‘Namma Bengaluru’ is still home. I love the cosmopolitan culture the city owns, the gentle and loving Kannadigas’, all the shopping, the food and the hang out joints. Mumbai: My 3rd home. Came here for my PG and stayed on for years. The first time I stayed away from home, the beginning of many realizations and the beginning of a wonderful vocation/ career. Am a Mumbaiaite at heart, I love the hustle bustle. The ‘locals trains’, which taught me to value ‘a minute even a second’, the work culture, the s
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Oru telephone call!

Forewarning: 1. No info to be given to kettiyon. 2. Its a short piece but the transaltions may add to the length. ;) And do forgive the gramattical errors in the traslations. Attempts were to retain the spirit. 3. Wicked mallu housewife humour. With malayalam jargons. Mode: One of those days.... I feel totally over the roof, bugged with all the house work, no chaddi pals to bitch too. This is agrevated by the exam fever. A sudden thought 'my pre marriage theories, all the Blah! Blah blah! Blah blah! Holds no good any more. Everything has fallen apart.' Oh! That can be depressing. But since brain and heart is overwhelmed, it rejects any understanding. It scans... beep, beep, beep.....for potential victims to bitch too. Who would agree to all that I say? After which I could be feather light. Somebody who will just let it pass, ignore it and act like it never happened. Scanning, scanning.. beep beep BEEP! Bulb lights up : Ammachi To myself: Telephone evide?
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