'Just like that' I felt like updating my blog!
Went for an EESHA YOGA presentation of sorts last night -- to celebrate that Guru's 25 years of eesha yoga -- when, in his opinion, he became one with the universe. (Or did he say earth? or galaxy?). I would ideally have skipped it had I known that it was such a big do with the Chief Minister and his daughter attending the programme. SNORE is what they made me do. Intentions might have been good. But pompousness never goes down well with me and the speeches they gave were tolerated only because I was surrounded by friends and I busied myself minding a toddler (from a stranger-family)who was sucking on her hairclip thereby giving me the creeps and I pounced on the father on whose lap she was sitting "watch what she is doing!". You know, it's amazing how people will listen to you when you use a certain TONE. It has to be authoritative, know-it-all and brisk.
Anyway, people rambled on about tree planting which is always GREAT (tree planting, not rambling ESPECIALLY by speech-givers) and i am all for it. Just not interested in 4 different versions of it in one go.
The speech by THE GURU was interesting, couple of anecdotes -- very enjoyable and the meaning of yoga was made clear. Yoga by the way means 'union'. Then, there was this mass meditation for God-knows-how-many-minutes. The beauty of the 'meditation' was that it was punctuated by (our eyes were supposed to be closed and the focus on a spot between the eyebrows with face slightly up-tilted) the Guru suddenly singing in a slightly creepy way. Not to be outdone, some of the youth in the audience timed their screeching / howling VERY well during the pauses in the Guru's singing. I had to laugh. Come on, life's little pleasures and besides, the Guru did start off saying women were to laugh more (and more loudly!!) and men ought to shed more 'tears of tenderness'. Then came on the drumming and tribal-like music. VERY VERY good music i must say. But my eyes could not remain closed for long in this mass meditation. Felt uneasy and bored. So, that attempt at meditation was not great.
Therefore, i need to meditate. Now. Alone. But I call it sleep;)
Note: I don't intend to cause anyone any insult nor am I belittling the merits of yoga and meditation. I am fully aware that I have a great need for both. But...later; I am just not 'there' right now. Yes, that also happens to be my formidable sister's favourite phrase: I am just not 'there' right now.:)
As the popular song went "...But I still have n't found what I'm looking for..." (Thanks U2!)
Monday, September 24, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
My first call
I was not particularly interested in the field of sales and marketing. Yet, I found myself in my first full time job -- in sales, with the impressive and misleading designation of 'Consultant - Internet Services' in a small marketing company. It was my first sales 'call' (The word Consultant at that stage, i think was a gimmick but one that worked like a charm). The company / gentleman I was to call on was a kind of one-man show and located somewhere off Cenotaph road in Chennai.
Things against me:
1. I did not know THAT much about the Internet services I was selling.
2. It was my first sales call alone so i was a bit nervous.
3. I was prone to a chronic cough that came on suddenly in irritant spells and would not go away when you wanted it to no matter what -- water, fresh air, you name it.
So, i reach the address and survey the building apprehensively because not a soul was about. Then I learn that the 'company' was situated above the man's house, right on top of the building - 3rd floor or so. So I started to climb. Slowly, because we all know how embarrassing it is to arrive at any interview or appointment panting like a dog and with a stitch in your side...you know, first impressions and all that!
Climbing past the first floor, I heard some pattering of feet behind me and turned around to see this big dog, a retriever-cross, who even LOOKED cross, or should I say a dog that looked 'no-nonsense'. Being a dog lover you would think I was thrilled to see him. But I was NOT. This dog was eerily quiet and watchful. I was nervous and I knew the dog could smell it. I started panicking. But it was a one-way, spiral staircase and there was still not a soul in sight. Screaming out meant I WANTED a dog bite. So I uncertainly continued to climb, keeping a watchful eye over my shoulder on this stern fellow who kept following me at the same distance but the control he exercised was more unnerving than anything else. On and on I went until suddenly, I just came upon a door. I then understood what the term 'standing between the DEVIL and the DEEP SEA actually meant!
I let the Devil out of my thoughts and knocked on the Deep Sea's door. The 'come in' was so prompt I pushed the door and stumbled into the room wheezing and panic stricken. So much for 1st impressions! Why put a step at a doorway. Annoying habit some builders have I tell you!! The man (just some years older than I was)looked surprised but before he could exhibit his hiding of any amusment at my ungainly entrance, the coughing bout came on...and how. It was HIS turn to panic -- what if this crazy sales woman died of a coughing fit in his office?He offered me water at once which I wheezed, coughed at and waved away. Finally when the damn bout left me, I started to blubber about my company and its products. Turned out, he was better informed than I was and was not going to buy anything, so i gave it up quickly as a lost cause. My mind was on how to descend that what i call Rapunzel staircase (it may as well not have been there for all the steep and spirally design, HMPH) without encountering the dog again. I asked him that and he assured me that the dog was friendly.
Needless to say, my flight down the stairs was quick and painless unlike the damage to my ego!!
Things against me:
1. I did not know THAT much about the Internet services I was selling.
2. It was my first sales call alone so i was a bit nervous.
3. I was prone to a chronic cough that came on suddenly in irritant spells and would not go away when you wanted it to no matter what -- water, fresh air, you name it.
So, i reach the address and survey the building apprehensively because not a soul was about. Then I learn that the 'company' was situated above the man's house, right on top of the building - 3rd floor or so. So I started to climb. Slowly, because we all know how embarrassing it is to arrive at any interview or appointment panting like a dog and with a stitch in your side...you know, first impressions and all that!
Climbing past the first floor, I heard some pattering of feet behind me and turned around to see this big dog, a retriever-cross, who even LOOKED cross, or should I say a dog that looked 'no-nonsense'. Being a dog lover you would think I was thrilled to see him. But I was NOT. This dog was eerily quiet and watchful. I was nervous and I knew the dog could smell it. I started panicking. But it was a one-way, spiral staircase and there was still not a soul in sight. Screaming out meant I WANTED a dog bite. So I uncertainly continued to climb, keeping a watchful eye over my shoulder on this stern fellow who kept following me at the same distance but the control he exercised was more unnerving than anything else. On and on I went until suddenly, I just came upon a door. I then understood what the term 'standing between the DEVIL and the DEEP SEA actually meant!
I let the Devil out of my thoughts and knocked on the Deep Sea's door. The 'come in' was so prompt I pushed the door and stumbled into the room wheezing and panic stricken. So much for 1st impressions! Why put a step at a doorway. Annoying habit some builders have I tell you!! The man (just some years older than I was)looked surprised but before he could exhibit his hiding of any amusment at my ungainly entrance, the coughing bout came on...and how. It was HIS turn to panic -- what if this crazy sales woman died of a coughing fit in his office?He offered me water at once which I wheezed, coughed at and waved away. Finally when the damn bout left me, I started to blubber about my company and its products. Turned out, he was better informed than I was and was not going to buy anything, so i gave it up quickly as a lost cause. My mind was on how to descend that what i call Rapunzel staircase (it may as well not have been there for all the steep and spirally design, HMPH) without encountering the dog again. I asked him that and he assured me that the dog was friendly.
Needless to say, my flight down the stairs was quick and painless unlike the damage to my ego!!
A song and dance about nothing!
What is it with these singing and dancing competitions on channels like vijay TV? The 'super singer junior' or whatever it is called, is absurd. Simply because, you are testing CHILDREN on their singing skills based on FILM songs. If this alone were not bad enough, you have these parents of the contenders CRYING with the stress of waiting to find out whether their child made it; acting as though their lives depended on the outcome.
I am all for singing competitions. But this is going too far. I blame the parents for their immaturity and for what? For a film song! At least if it were Classical or Folk music, it is understandable because we are culture-oriented people. This is complete dilution of our rich culture. Call me conservative but kids ought to be guided the right way and this is not it. Especially because, many of the film songs have inappropriate words for a ten year old to be belting out (although, I have to say, these kids are immensely talented with the actual singing) and the songs also have unsuitable vibes like romance and even lust. Even now, as an adult, I would cringe with embarrasment if I had to sing some of the songs those kids sang from the films.
Why can't people see this?
Today I happened to be flipping channels and came across this dancing competiton (thankfully for adults) -- Jodi No.1 or something on Vijay TV. Again, so frivolous -- dancing to film songs. As if it is not enough that the filmstars even, look a tad foolish doing the actual song sequence in the movies but that at least is part of what they DO in a film besides acting. Sure they want to put 'any which' talent out there. But, where is all the importance classical music and dance deserve? Dancing to a Vijay or Simbu number, HMPH. But even that in itself is Ok. For fun...'chumma'. But then getting emotional and hyper about the 'judges' decision is atrocious. Tears of joy or sadness / disappointment are also quick to follow. Hello, people...is THIS REAL TALENT?
Where is all this going?
To the dogs, where else? !
Jaya TV's SPB show is rather better. And all those on Sun TV , etc. (the ones you get Sunday mornings) are also acceptable - but just about. Sure, classical can get heavy and is not as glamourous or 'fun' as the film songs but there is also an in between that's almost dead and gone and which deserves a mention - folk music. Folk music is part of the rich Indian culture too and anyday better than the ridiculously worded songs of today's films. Please, bring it back -- better than the sicko film songs being churned out.
I am sure the Americal Idol kickstarted this trend in India. But we must remember that those were not CHILDREN who competed and withstood those judges' (one judge in particular) caustic tongue. We are teaching our kids rubbish again and again. Er, no, what do I mean by 'we'? I mean 'YOU', the parents of those children in that competition who had to face some super-smug one-song-is-my-claim-to-filmy-fame judges.
Besides, what IS the actual caliber of these judges anyway? ARGH. Let me not get into THAT now. Enough said ...I think;)
Hey, some one has said I am caustic in my blog. I not like that word. Are my complaints not genuine?? But the comment has set me thinking...in my fervour to get some cribs out of my system, I have forgotten some funny anecdotes and some interesting ones as well that I should also definitely share...coming up then... next time.
Cheers!
I am all for singing competitions. But this is going too far. I blame the parents for their immaturity and for what? For a film song! At least if it were Classical or Folk music, it is understandable because we are culture-oriented people. This is complete dilution of our rich culture. Call me conservative but kids ought to be guided the right way and this is not it. Especially because, many of the film songs have inappropriate words for a ten year old to be belting out (although, I have to say, these kids are immensely talented with the actual singing) and the songs also have unsuitable vibes like romance and even lust. Even now, as an adult, I would cringe with embarrasment if I had to sing some of the songs those kids sang from the films.
Why can't people see this?
Today I happened to be flipping channels and came across this dancing competiton (thankfully for adults) -- Jodi No.1 or something on Vijay TV. Again, so frivolous -- dancing to film songs. As if it is not enough that the filmstars even, look a tad foolish doing the actual song sequence in the movies but that at least is part of what they DO in a film besides acting. Sure they want to put 'any which' talent out there. But, where is all the importance classical music and dance deserve? Dancing to a Vijay or Simbu number, HMPH. But even that in itself is Ok. For fun...'chumma'. But then getting emotional and hyper about the 'judges' decision is atrocious. Tears of joy or sadness / disappointment are also quick to follow. Hello, people...is THIS REAL TALENT?
Where is all this going?
To the dogs, where else? !
Jaya TV's SPB show is rather better. And all those on Sun TV , etc. (the ones you get Sunday mornings) are also acceptable - but just about. Sure, classical can get heavy and is not as glamourous or 'fun' as the film songs but there is also an in between that's almost dead and gone and which deserves a mention - folk music. Folk music is part of the rich Indian culture too and anyday better than the ridiculously worded songs of today's films. Please, bring it back -- better than the sicko film songs being churned out.
I am sure the Americal Idol kickstarted this trend in India. But we must remember that those were not CHILDREN who competed and withstood those judges' (one judge in particular) caustic tongue. We are teaching our kids rubbish again and again. Er, no, what do I mean by 'we'? I mean 'YOU', the parents of those children in that competition who had to face some super-smug one-song-is-my-claim-to-filmy-fame judges.
Besides, what IS the actual caliber of these judges anyway? ARGH. Let me not get into THAT now. Enough said ...I think;)
Hey, some one has said I am caustic in my blog. I not like that word. Are my complaints not genuine?? But the comment has set me thinking...in my fervour to get some cribs out of my system, I have forgotten some funny anecdotes and some interesting ones as well that I should also definitely share...coming up then... next time.
Cheers!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
The toilet seat exercise
Ok, so we are talking about the western toilet here. The throne. I fail to understand why women want the seat down (especially in the west) all the time and any man sharing the loo with them has to ensure he lets the seat down after he finishes with his 'small' job.
My point is...woman, why can you not just put the seat down yourself when it is time for your reign on the throne?
I would personally feel 'ugh' if I thought the toilet seat had remained down and the guy had sprinkled his tinkle all over the seat! This I think is a much graver problem. If the seat were up, at least I would know, the seat cover which I am going to use will not have his dew drops (yuck!).
If someone can explain this business to me, that would be great.
Anycase, I don't like the idea of sharing my loo (or kakkoos as we charmingly call it down south) with anyone on a long-term basis but ... I am afraid we can't always have all that we want!!
Sighhhh.
On another note...
As a passionate bathroom-lover I must say that whenever I travel and then finally get back home, the thing I look forward to most is performing my 'jobs' in my 'wown' loo. Aaha. Inbamo inbam that is!
My point is...woman, why can you not just put the seat down yourself when it is time for your reign on the throne?
I would personally feel 'ugh' if I thought the toilet seat had remained down and the guy had sprinkled his tinkle all over the seat! This I think is a much graver problem. If the seat were up, at least I would know, the seat cover which I am going to use will not have his dew drops (yuck!).
If someone can explain this business to me, that would be great.
Anycase, I don't like the idea of sharing my loo (or kakkoos as we charmingly call it down south) with anyone on a long-term basis but ... I am afraid we can't always have all that we want!!
Sighhhh.
On another note...
As a passionate bathroom-lover I must say that whenever I travel and then finally get back home, the thing I look forward to most is performing my 'jobs' in my 'wown' loo. Aaha. Inbamo inbam that is!
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Inspired by Blogeswari
This piece is in honour of Independence Day, August 15th as well as my dad's tenth death anniversary, 7th August, and the thoughts were pretty much awakened by blogeswari.blogspot.com's sharing of patriotism.
I was in the eleventh standard (or so) and very very enthu about most things. I considered myself quite a patriot. Loved the Indian national anthem (and still do) and find it difficult most times these days, to finish it without them lumps in the throat! My Dad had always insisted on being as much of an Indian as possible and he taught me to sing the national anthem always standing up and erect...even whilst practising.
So, I am in class -- twas just a regular, routine class and some kids were rehearsing the Independance Day programme outside class and we could hear most of it. When they came to practising the national anthem, I suddenly realised that I was lounging around so i quietly got up and stood, not caring about the rest of the class's giggles. It took a few moments for the teacher to realise that one of her students was not seated. She look astonished and asked 'What are you doing?' (I was a favourite although lousy at her subject) I said 'National Anthem, miss'.
'It's Ok, sit down' and no matter how many 'buts' I stammered out, she waved me off.
I came home and told my Dad what happened. He was most disappointed in the teacher. "No wonder our country's going to the dogs' he said.
Even today, I am wondering which attitude is right.
But I still stand up whenever I even hear it.
'Jai Hind!' I say...always!
I was in the eleventh standard (or so) and very very enthu about most things. I considered myself quite a patriot. Loved the Indian national anthem (and still do) and find it difficult most times these days, to finish it without them lumps in the throat! My Dad had always insisted on being as much of an Indian as possible and he taught me to sing the national anthem always standing up and erect...even whilst practising.
So, I am in class -- twas just a regular, routine class and some kids were rehearsing the Independance Day programme outside class and we could hear most of it. When they came to practising the national anthem, I suddenly realised that I was lounging around so i quietly got up and stood, not caring about the rest of the class's giggles. It took a few moments for the teacher to realise that one of her students was not seated. She look astonished and asked 'What are you doing?' (I was a favourite although lousy at her subject) I said 'National Anthem, miss'.
'It's Ok, sit down' and no matter how many 'buts' I stammered out, she waved me off.
I came home and told my Dad what happened. He was most disappointed in the teacher. "No wonder our country's going to the dogs' he said.
Even today, I am wondering which attitude is right.
But I still stand up whenever I even hear it.
'Jai Hind!' I say...always!
Pesterfering Phony Panni
He was not exacty a colleague although he worked for the same company I did. As a punishment for being employed by the same company, I met him a few times (totally perhaps 6-7 times) during my 6 years in that office. I was never particularly fond him although he was fairly polite with me and not bad looking either!! BUT...
He would say some things...stuff, which he ought not to be telling some woman whom he barely knew. Things about his wife and just how disinterested with her he was or something along those lines. Only, he phrased it differently "She has a problem". SHE! Right. But I NEVER (even on terribly bored days) encouraged this subject. In fact I studiously ignored it. But consistently, he would make it a point to show his lack of interest.
Later... I was not in the company any more. Nor he. Professionally also, he had a few black marks to his credit, er, DEBIT, I mean. However, he got my home number from some blessed colleague of mine and called me one day out of the blue. First he wanted me to 'be his friend'. Then he wanted to know if I 'knew any one who could help him in a land dispute' (YAWN!) I did not. Neither did I jump with joy when he said "You are my only friend in Chennai". Oh you sicko. Am sure there is a reason you have no friends. Well, as it turned out, there are many reasons. Then, we got back to the sob story of "My wife has a problem. Untreatable. We live separate lives". SNORE. I took two calls like that -- pointless talks with people I doubt sincerely don't do it for me anymore. So, I stopped taking his calls. He tried, tried, tried. Smsd. Like EVERY day. One day I picked up my house phone (no caller id) and he wanted to know if I wanted a job in the company he worked for. "Nope" I said. Then he actually came home (Don't know how he got my address....eeks) and wanted to see me. I was really mad and told somebody to take a message as I was 'not home'. The message was his visiting card. Hmph.
Then I simply continued ignoring his smss and calls again until MAYBE he got the point. This was around 5 months ago. To cut this long story short, it has now turned out that the man had pestered enough other people to earn him some serious trouble with the law in his romantic, extra-marital endeavours. Ha. PPP I believe and HOPE is being correctly punished for focussing on rubbish instead of on LIFE.
Ok, Now I think this guy's a waste of space in my blog. Will give it a few days and then delete it. Since I mentioned PPP before, just wanted to take the tale to its logical ending.
He would say some things...stuff, which he ought not to be telling some woman whom he barely knew. Things about his wife and just how disinterested with her he was or something along those lines. Only, he phrased it differently "She has a problem". SHE! Right. But I NEVER (even on terribly bored days) encouraged this subject. In fact I studiously ignored it. But consistently, he would make it a point to show his lack of interest.
Later... I was not in the company any more. Nor he. Professionally also, he had a few black marks to his credit, er, DEBIT, I mean. However, he got my home number from some blessed colleague of mine and called me one day out of the blue. First he wanted me to 'be his friend'. Then he wanted to know if I 'knew any one who could help him in a land dispute' (YAWN!) I did not. Neither did I jump with joy when he said "You are my only friend in Chennai". Oh you sicko. Am sure there is a reason you have no friends. Well, as it turned out, there are many reasons. Then, we got back to the sob story of "My wife has a problem. Untreatable. We live separate lives". SNORE. I took two calls like that -- pointless talks with people I doubt sincerely don't do it for me anymore. So, I stopped taking his calls. He tried, tried, tried. Smsd. Like EVERY day. One day I picked up my house phone (no caller id) and he wanted to know if I wanted a job in the company he worked for. "Nope" I said. Then he actually came home (Don't know how he got my address....eeks) and wanted to see me. I was really mad and told somebody to take a message as I was 'not home'. The message was his visiting card. Hmph.
Then I simply continued ignoring his smss and calls again until MAYBE he got the point. This was around 5 months ago. To cut this long story short, it has now turned out that the man had pestered enough other people to earn him some serious trouble with the law in his romantic, extra-marital endeavours. Ha. PPP I believe and HOPE is being correctly punished for focussing on rubbish instead of on LIFE.
Ok, Now I think this guy's a waste of space in my blog. Will give it a few days and then delete it. Since I mentioned PPP before, just wanted to take the tale to its logical ending.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
On the train with Pervert Prabhu
2001 August or so, I travelled by overnight train to Bangalore and back with my mother. On the return journey to Chennai, there were only men in our compartment -- which bothered me somewhat. Still, it could not be helped and it was soon time to lay out sheets and lie down. I had the lower berth as did my mom. I helped the guy in the middle berth (just above mine) to spread the sheet on his berth. Really, I did not help so much as give the sheet a twitch and a tug once. I would do it for anyone...well, not anymore. The guy mumured thanks to which i just smiled non-comittally. (I no longer do this--my middle name is now Grumpy-Face).You'll see why. The guy was in his late twenties or so...normal looking.
The lights went out -- I had a vague opinion on one of the other guys on the uppermost berths -- that he was rather selfish and brash. Don't remember how that opinion was formed...anyway...so, it was dark and I thankfully had my blanket pulled right up to my chin. Say around 1 or 2 a.m., I was woken up by some weird pressure on my toes! I looked to see this middleberth 'thanker'-turned-pervert massaging my toes. MASSAGING! Ugh. At first, i could not BELIEVE my eyes. So I waited in complete bewildement and disbelief. Then he came again over the edge of his berth (footside) and did it again. Then I yelled "You $%#$ stop that" and then he stopped as if shot and went back onto his berth..disappeared from my line of vision. I was shaking with anger and ...ugh-feelings. I shouted out again, calling him some names. Bloody so and so...you get the picture. Still, nothing happened. The guys around seemed disturbed but nobody did anything.
My Mom asked me what happened, i told her (taking care to be loud)and I was even more annoyed when all she said was "do you want to switch places with me?" So I got up and walked a bit up and down the corridor looking for a cop. OBVIOUSLY there are no cops when one desperately wants to see one! So i switched on the lights and came back to lie down on my berth. I did this cos I wanted to rouse the morons who surrounded me (I was equally angry at the rest of the co-passengers for not caring about my yells). After a few minutes, the selfish fellow on the upper berth said "what is this? i am trying to sleep -- who put the lights on?" Aha. This was what i was waiting for. "I did" I retorted loudly. "There is an indecent guy on the middle berth above me and I don't feel safe so I switched the lights on". The selfish jerk then says "But madam, that is between you and him...why should you disturb the rest of us?" At this, I was pretty enraged. I got up and faced the whole compartment and shouted and raved about their selfishness and the guy's bad behaviour.
Pervert Prabhu who had been pretending to sleep pretended to look up groggily and I bit his head off. Figuratively of course...who would touch that jackass with a tenfoot pole? I snapped at him and said "don't pretend!" One guy half-heartedly, reprimanded PPrabhu. I told the lot that when we reach Chennai, i would summon a policeman and take it from there and as the chivalrous men in the compartment did not care for my discomfort or safety, i would let them get back to their beauty sleep, I would switch off the lights. BUT...IF anything further happened, I would lead the whole lot of them into a lot of trouble. I then went back to my berth in a huff after switching off the lights.
I bet the guys got nervous with my big talk cos one crept out and put some dim lights on and thereafter nobody (MUCH to my satisfaction) slept. They kept going to the loo. Serves them right.
In the morning as I was itching to get to a cop, Pervert Prabhu sidled off his berth QUICKLY and disappeared in a jiffy. As for me? I ranted a bit at my Mom who did not have much to say (i am still a wee bit bugged!) and then thought of the best way to cleanse my toes although he did not touch me directly - only through the blankets. Still...YUCK!
I came home and scrubed my feet hard for a few days.
And only then did i sit back and dare to consider rape victims...actually, i did NOT dare. It is too horrible to even think about. I am quite proud of my actions that night. All I regret is not having slapped him a few times. THAT would have sealed the deal. What say?
Next in line...PPP.
Btw, thanks for the 4 comments I got for my previous. Yes, LKS, I do know that the US folks have your point as one of the few better-than-Indian things about them. I was there for 6 months 11 years ago. I found there that nobody cared how others dressed--GREAT! (But also, nobody...cares!)
Cheers!
The lights went out -- I had a vague opinion on one of the other guys on the uppermost berths -- that he was rather selfish and brash. Don't remember how that opinion was formed...anyway...so, it was dark and I thankfully had my blanket pulled right up to my chin. Say around 1 or 2 a.m., I was woken up by some weird pressure on my toes! I looked to see this middleberth 'thanker'-turned-pervert massaging my toes. MASSAGING! Ugh. At first, i could not BELIEVE my eyes. So I waited in complete bewildement and disbelief. Then he came again over the edge of his berth (footside) and did it again. Then I yelled "You $%#$ stop that" and then he stopped as if shot and went back onto his berth..disappeared from my line of vision. I was shaking with anger and ...ugh-feelings. I shouted out again, calling him some names. Bloody so and so...you get the picture. Still, nothing happened. The guys around seemed disturbed but nobody did anything.
My Mom asked me what happened, i told her (taking care to be loud)and I was even more annoyed when all she said was "do you want to switch places with me?" So I got up and walked a bit up and down the corridor looking for a cop. OBVIOUSLY there are no cops when one desperately wants to see one! So i switched on the lights and came back to lie down on my berth. I did this cos I wanted to rouse the morons who surrounded me (I was equally angry at the rest of the co-passengers for not caring about my yells). After a few minutes, the selfish fellow on the upper berth said "what is this? i am trying to sleep -- who put the lights on?" Aha. This was what i was waiting for. "I did" I retorted loudly. "There is an indecent guy on the middle berth above me and I don't feel safe so I switched the lights on". The selfish jerk then says "But madam, that is between you and him...why should you disturb the rest of us?" At this, I was pretty enraged. I got up and faced the whole compartment and shouted and raved about their selfishness and the guy's bad behaviour.
Pervert Prabhu who had been pretending to sleep pretended to look up groggily and I bit his head off. Figuratively of course...who would touch that jackass with a tenfoot pole? I snapped at him and said "don't pretend!" One guy half-heartedly, reprimanded PPrabhu. I told the lot that when we reach Chennai, i would summon a policeman and take it from there and as the chivalrous men in the compartment did not care for my discomfort or safety, i would let them get back to their beauty sleep, I would switch off the lights. BUT...IF anything further happened, I would lead the whole lot of them into a lot of trouble. I then went back to my berth in a huff after switching off the lights.
I bet the guys got nervous with my big talk cos one crept out and put some dim lights on and thereafter nobody (MUCH to my satisfaction) slept. They kept going to the loo. Serves them right.
In the morning as I was itching to get to a cop, Pervert Prabhu sidled off his berth QUICKLY and disappeared in a jiffy. As for me? I ranted a bit at my Mom who did not have much to say (i am still a wee bit bugged!) and then thought of the best way to cleanse my toes although he did not touch me directly - only through the blankets. Still...YUCK!
I came home and scrubed my feet hard for a few days.
And only then did i sit back and dare to consider rape victims...actually, i did NOT dare. It is too horrible to even think about. I am quite proud of my actions that night. All I regret is not having slapped him a few times. THAT would have sealed the deal. What say?
Next in line...PPP.
Btw, thanks for the 4 comments I got for my previous. Yes, LKS, I do know that the US folks have your point as one of the few better-than-Indian things about them. I was there for 6 months 11 years ago. I found there that nobody cared how others dressed--GREAT! (But also, nobody...cares!)
Cheers!
Appalling people - I regret not kicking these butts!
Nearly 2 years ago...
There was this one lady in my gym (We will call her Mean Madam)who started the girls' locker room-talk with "so tell me, how come you got so fat?" Aha! Always the right note to make friends - a real charmer! I was so pissed off I told her "well, the obvious way -- too much food and not enough exercise". If it was today, i bet I would have said something a lot less polite to her and more satisfying to me. As it was, I was terribly shocked at her meanness and just avoided her thereafter. And only few months later, when i was getting tired of playing 'hide' from her (not hide and seek--did nt wanna seek THIS dame!) , did I learn from my aerobics classes pals that this one was a majorly unpopular number, being mean all around to everyone. The point to note is that she herself is not exactly svelte! Hmph.
The next is about a man who I am still playing 'hide' from, at the gym. This ManduMister was just another member who offered the stretch machine to me from what I thought was perhaps chivalry! Hah. Fat assumption. He turned out to be a plain ol' jerk. I accepted the machine out of turn cos I was in a real hurry and after i had finished, I got ready to leave but turned back to smile and say ' i am in a hurry today so, thanks'. Now this twit responded with "can i ask you something?". Apologetically, I said "yes...but am in a bit of a hurry...?"
So, Mister Twit says "How did you put on so much weight?" Again as apalled as i was, I said 'er...in the usual way' and he pressed on "Do you eat nonveg?" I said "Er.......no...err..." I mean who the hell is he to ask me any of this? So why do I owe him an answer, honest or otherwise? Of course me today, would have stuck my tongue out at him or given him a cold look and walked out on the conversation, but me then, was a pushover.
So he goes on "ah, then it must be easy to lose weight if you are veg" (Well, DUH!heard of the vegetarian mammal -- The ELEPHANT?) Blubbering on..." What do you eat in the morning?" "DUHHHH. Am i going to discuss my life with you?"
So i said "Look, as I said, I am really in a hurry...so.." and moved away a bit. Then he goes" ok, ok, sorry, but you have such a nice face and..." This was the last straw. Hitting on and insulting me at the same time! It was not even like he is some James Bond variety! Definitely had a James Bonda face and a very irritating expression and a horrible dress sense and an annoying, receding hairline! None of these I would have noticed MIND you, if he had been a nice person in the first place!
Saying "Thanks..." for the 'compliment', I strode off. Later I heard from a friend at the gym that he tried asking her out for coffee to discuss his marital 'issues'!! Basically, a man best avoided!Also learned his name which I have now, (predictably?) forgotten!
Even today, if I see him around (which i thankfully don't much), I simply dart in the opposite direction! Escapist I definitely am. Else, might throw something at him but usually have nothing filthy enough to do so.
That's the story of Mister Twit.
As for the Mean Madam, she is hardly to be seen and if seen, we all make sure she is not heard!!
Next post will probably be about my encounter with a sicko on a train...let's call him Pervert Prabhu! Ohhh and I must follow that up with the Pesterfering Phony Panni (PPP), the guy who was looking for extra marital affairs in the name of frienship and called one of the most unlikely candidates for it in the world...yeah, ME!:)
But those are not gym tales...just tales;)
Just wait...till my next post.
Cheers!
There was this one lady in my gym (We will call her Mean Madam)who started the girls' locker room-talk with "so tell me, how come you got so fat?" Aha! Always the right note to make friends - a real charmer! I was so pissed off I told her "well, the obvious way -- too much food and not enough exercise". If it was today, i bet I would have said something a lot less polite to her and more satisfying to me. As it was, I was terribly shocked at her meanness and just avoided her thereafter. And only few months later, when i was getting tired of playing 'hide' from her (not hide and seek--did nt wanna seek THIS dame!) , did I learn from my aerobics classes pals that this one was a majorly unpopular number, being mean all around to everyone. The point to note is that she herself is not exactly svelte! Hmph.
The next is about a man who I am still playing 'hide' from, at the gym. This ManduMister was just another member who offered the stretch machine to me from what I thought was perhaps chivalry! Hah. Fat assumption. He turned out to be a plain ol' jerk. I accepted the machine out of turn cos I was in a real hurry and after i had finished, I got ready to leave but turned back to smile and say ' i am in a hurry today so, thanks'. Now this twit responded with "can i ask you something?". Apologetically, I said "yes...but am in a bit of a hurry...?"
So, Mister Twit says "How did you put on so much weight?" Again as apalled as i was, I said 'er...in the usual way' and he pressed on "Do you eat nonveg?" I said "Er.......no...err..." I mean who the hell is he to ask me any of this? So why do I owe him an answer, honest or otherwise? Of course me today, would have stuck my tongue out at him or given him a cold look and walked out on the conversation, but me then, was a pushover.
So he goes on "ah, then it must be easy to lose weight if you are veg" (Well, DUH!heard of the vegetarian mammal -- The ELEPHANT?) Blubbering on..." What do you eat in the morning?" "DUHHHH. Am i going to discuss my life with you?"
So i said "Look, as I said, I am really in a hurry...so.." and moved away a bit. Then he goes" ok, ok, sorry, but you have such a nice face and..." This was the last straw. Hitting on and insulting me at the same time! It was not even like he is some James Bond variety! Definitely had a James Bonda face and a very irritating expression and a horrible dress sense and an annoying, receding hairline! None of these I would have noticed MIND you, if he had been a nice person in the first place!
Saying "Thanks..." for the 'compliment', I strode off. Later I heard from a friend at the gym that he tried asking her out for coffee to discuss his marital 'issues'!! Basically, a man best avoided!Also learned his name which I have now, (predictably?) forgotten!
Even today, if I see him around (which i thankfully don't much), I simply dart in the opposite direction! Escapist I definitely am. Else, might throw something at him but usually have nothing filthy enough to do so.
That's the story of Mister Twit.
As for the Mean Madam, she is hardly to be seen and if seen, we all make sure she is not heard!!
Next post will probably be about my encounter with a sicko on a train...let's call him Pervert Prabhu! Ohhh and I must follow that up with the Pesterfering Phony Panni (PPP), the guy who was looking for extra marital affairs in the name of frienship and called one of the most unlikely candidates for it in the world...yeah, ME!:)
But those are not gym tales...just tales;)
Just wait...till my next post.
Cheers!
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Back to the future!
Got back to the gym yesterday. After 3 months, I discovered, my various and abundant body parts are still functioning well. But my enthusiasm had waned. Probably the old poster that said " I might as well exercise. I am in a bad mood anyway" has taken the front seat. Bad mood caused by weight gain of course. The fault is mine of course. Which makes my bad mood worse of course. This is the reason I don't think too much these days...about anything!!;)
So half-heartedly, I went through the aerobics routine yesterday and today find that my belly has identified the outer adipose wall which constitutes my biggest ache. Wish I had considered exercise as normal as brushing my teeth, bathing... and you know other 'needful' activities from when I was very young. But as it is, I find everything is an effort -- moving and shaking and all that!
Still, I have gone back to some routine for workouts however sad my attitude is. I relished my workout today cos the woman on the efx (crosstrainer) next to mine was cribbing about another guy in the gym - a tall, weirdo who apparently does annoying things like switching channels constantly on the TV monitors and also moving weirdly to the music. This kind of entertainment is enough to take my mind off the workout at hand and the number of calories required to be burned.:)
There are some good stories from the gym that I can share here...not great stuff but it all strives to keep my interest alive. Weirdos from the same planet. Ahaaaa. I will write about one guy, whose name is Babber (actually it is another name but I want the name to be silliier than it is cos HE is definitely an ass).
Good, good. Looking forward to next post then...It's gonna be a bigtime crib, I tell you!
So half-heartedly, I went through the aerobics routine yesterday and today find that my belly has identified the outer adipose wall which constitutes my biggest ache. Wish I had considered exercise as normal as brushing my teeth, bathing... and you know other 'needful' activities from when I was very young. But as it is, I find everything is an effort -- moving and shaking and all that!
Still, I have gone back to some routine for workouts however sad my attitude is. I relished my workout today cos the woman on the efx (crosstrainer) next to mine was cribbing about another guy in the gym - a tall, weirdo who apparently does annoying things like switching channels constantly on the TV monitors and also moving weirdly to the music. This kind of entertainment is enough to take my mind off the workout at hand and the number of calories required to be burned.:)
There are some good stories from the gym that I can share here...not great stuff but it all strives to keep my interest alive. Weirdos from the same planet. Ahaaaa. I will write about one guy, whose name is Babber (actually it is another name but I want the name to be silliier than it is cos HE is definitely an ass).
Good, good. Looking forward to next post then...It's gonna be a bigtime crib, I tell you!
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Another day in paradise indeed!
Chennai is very pleasant indeed today. Rains in the morning and cloudy and kinda cool the whole day. I set out in the afternoon and saw someone on the pavement-- a man all curled up and shirtless. He was sleeping I think. How would I know exactly what he was doing, considering I was in an airconditioned car and travelling at 30 kms/hour? Anyways, that fleeting glimpse was enough to set me thinking that perhaps the man might be cold...maybe hungry. Well, what was I going to do about it? I was anyway on my way to Mainland China, a nice Chinese restaurant for lunch with a friend. Such luxury! So, I did nothing. But, like once before, I just wished I had carried some unwanted clothes with me. On the previous occasion, I had a bag full of baby clothes which I satisfiedly gave away to a beggar woman with baby; not that it made me a better person...but at least I was not any worse. Least I can do really.
So...this man remains shirtless am sure and don't even think i will do anything about it except, maybe, carry the unwanted stuff around with me hereafter(big effort in itself) and then as and when the occasion presents itself, I might help someone.
Just the average, sef-centered person...not 'thinking twice' meaningfully ...as yet. If you have heard Phil Collins' award-winning song, you will get what am saying...
So...this man remains shirtless am sure and don't even think i will do anything about it except, maybe, carry the unwanted stuff around with me hereafter(big effort in itself) and then as and when the occasion presents itself, I might help someone.
Just the average, sef-centered person...not 'thinking twice' meaningfully ...as yet. If you have heard Phil Collins' award-winning song, you will get what am saying...
Monday, July 30, 2007
Laugh and grow fat...then what?!
Laughing and growing fat is all very well...if at ALL there is a proverb like that. But what happens therafter? Cos...am telling you, you cannot 'CRY and grow thin'. I have tried it and can tell you for a fact it does not work!! So what happens? Endless hours of hating yourself, crying, feeling hopeless, eating for the MIND, eating for the soul, eating, eating, eating. There are certain kinds of 'eaters' who, no matter how much they work out, cannot do much good in terms of weight reduction unless they cut the eating. Because, therein lies the problem. Food. Not just for hunger...it can be for fun also. Or, like when some one (someone famous am sure, but forgot his name!) retorted when asked about why he wanted to climb Mount Everest ..."Because it's there".
Yes, I also eat because 'the food's there'.Somehow I am aware that MY smartass line will not be received with the same applause or smiles!!Ha, ha. After all, who is interviewing ME for eating so? Heck, I don't WANT to get to the stage where I will be interviewed for my EATING of all things...OOPS! Where am i going with this? Nowhere good. I believe this whole 'i am losing weight by exercising hard and eating healthy' thing has to come from within. Does n't it sound too good to be true?!
Well, I ain't producin' that feelin' by the dozen...yet. But you NEVER know. When pigs fly? Hey...then there's a chance! Cos I, my friends, have flown! (Well not with my own wings...no) Anyway, as that famous favourite poem of mine said "If hopes were dupes, fears would be liars". So we shall have hope, eh?Think the poem is 'Say not the struggle not Availeth' -- in retrospect, a very corny title!
Sigh. Well, tomorrow I have plans to go eat Chinese with another friend of mine. See, that ALONE is not the problem. A girl's gotto have lunch somewhere right? But it is the bigger picture one has to look at. Health and all that good stuff. The picture in the meanwhile, is getting bigger and bigger! Will blog again if and when progress is made towards getting fit...or simply when I feel the urge to. This post for the record, is coming on popular demand! At least I have some ol' pals asking me to blog...sniff, as long as...sniff, SOMEONE wants me...:(
Oh.....no, not really... I am :) now.
After all, "tomorrow is another day"!
Yes, I also eat because 'the food's there'.Somehow I am aware that MY smartass line will not be received with the same applause or smiles!!Ha, ha. After all, who is interviewing ME for eating so? Heck, I don't WANT to get to the stage where I will be interviewed for my EATING of all things...OOPS! Where am i going with this? Nowhere good. I believe this whole 'i am losing weight by exercising hard and eating healthy' thing has to come from within. Does n't it sound too good to be true?!
Well, I ain't producin' that feelin' by the dozen...yet. But you NEVER know. When pigs fly? Hey...then there's a chance! Cos I, my friends, have flown! (Well not with my own wings...no) Anyway, as that famous favourite poem of mine said "If hopes were dupes, fears would be liars". So we shall have hope, eh?Think the poem is 'Say not the struggle not Availeth' -- in retrospect, a very corny title!
Sigh. Well, tomorrow I have plans to go eat Chinese with another friend of mine. See, that ALONE is not the problem. A girl's gotto have lunch somewhere right? But it is the bigger picture one has to look at. Health and all that good stuff. The picture in the meanwhile, is getting bigger and bigger! Will blog again if and when progress is made towards getting fit...or simply when I feel the urge to. This post for the record, is coming on popular demand! At least I have some ol' pals asking me to blog...sniff, as long as...sniff, SOMEONE wants me...:(
Oh.....no, not really... I am :) now.
After all, "tomorrow is another day"!
Friday, May 11, 2007
No great thoughts whatsoever
There are some minor satisfactions in life -- just day-to-day stuff, which warms the heart in a very nice way. Just overcoming miiiinnnnor obstacles...like when you start making phulkas for the first time(Yeah, I know, YAWN!). It is really difficult to get everything just right; the consistency of the dough, the rolling and panning out and cooking and tossing. Ridiculous skill which a lot of people take for granted. Ha. I kind of mastered it today!
No major moments otherwise today except that Guru, one of Kannan's fav cousins came home for dinner and that was nice. He is an easy guy to be around -- soft and well-behaved, good natured. They don't make them like that these days!
That's it for the day ... inconsequential stuff.;)
Cheers.
No major moments otherwise today except that Guru, one of Kannan's fav cousins came home for dinner and that was nice. He is an easy guy to be around -- soft and well-behaved, good natured. They don't make them like that these days!
That's it for the day ... inconsequential stuff.;)
Cheers.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Talking the Walk
Hmph. Another day of not working out AND a packet of salted peanuts thrown in for good measure! I would like to take this opportunity to blame my genes for my love for food. It is indecent, this love is.
However, no matter how many people tell you that good health means being the right weight or gives um , let me say, further blood pressure-raising advice, the fact is any move towards weight loss MUST come from within. Outside help can only take you so far. Even if outside help (say a motivating relative, friend or parent) takes you to your ideal weight with nagging, pleading, threatening, cajoling and encouragement, you have to STAY there right? Who can handhold you for THAT long? That is, forever?
No one, that's who. "I came into this world alone and I have to go it alone" (except if I were a twin!) Very nice words but what's the bottom line? Bottom line is YOU decide (I read I decide) Also, I say if someone tells you that you have put on weight, ask them to go jump (they might lose a few calories that way!). They ain't bin there and have n't a clue. However, if they have been fat, then hear them out. You never know when you might be listening!
I love JK Rowling for ...not JUST Harry Potter. (although, I do, I do love her for it)She says that she finds this weight and appearance talk to be very superficial and trivial. For example, she says somebody met her after a long time and the first thing she (the person) said to JK Rowling was, "You have lost weight". JKR's point is, "I have written these books, they are made into movies and all she can talk about is my appearance?" Well, this vein from JKR ought not to have surprised me (ARDENT HP fan) because her HP books hit all the right notes emotionally. Mind blowing characters and conversations and expressions; and to think that it is all fiction!
Ok, got sidetracked there with HP...but more on the HP books is BOUND to find its way into my blog. SUCH is my love for them.
Fat is a condition that's all. As with most 'conditions', I hope it is temporary and changes at some point. Hope. What would I do without it?
cheers!
However, no matter how many people tell you that good health means being the right weight or gives um , let me say, further blood pressure-raising advice, the fact is any move towards weight loss MUST come from within. Outside help can only take you so far. Even if outside help (say a motivating relative, friend or parent) takes you to your ideal weight with nagging, pleading, threatening, cajoling and encouragement, you have to STAY there right? Who can handhold you for THAT long? That is, forever?
No one, that's who. "I came into this world alone and I have to go it alone" (except if I were a twin!) Very nice words but what's the bottom line? Bottom line is YOU decide (I read I decide) Also, I say if someone tells you that you have put on weight, ask them to go jump (they might lose a few calories that way!). They ain't bin there and have n't a clue. However, if they have been fat, then hear them out. You never know when you might be listening!
I love JK Rowling for ...not JUST Harry Potter. (although, I do, I do love her for it)She says that she finds this weight and appearance talk to be very superficial and trivial. For example, she says somebody met her after a long time and the first thing she (the person) said to JK Rowling was, "You have lost weight". JKR's point is, "I have written these books, they are made into movies and all she can talk about is my appearance?" Well, this vein from JKR ought not to have surprised me (ARDENT HP fan) because her HP books hit all the right notes emotionally. Mind blowing characters and conversations and expressions; and to think that it is all fiction!
Ok, got sidetracked there with HP...but more on the HP books is BOUND to find its way into my blog. SUCH is my love for them.
Fat is a condition that's all. As with most 'conditions', I hope it is temporary and changes at some point. Hope. What would I do without it?
cheers!
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Walking the Talk
Today I FINALLY moved myself to the gym after 2 and a half weeks. Actually, nearly did not go; what with Chennai's fabulously sweaty weather and the fact that slumber comes easy, so easily these days in the afternoons...Went for an aerobics clas but found it lacking lustre as perching myself precariously on a gymball is NOT my idea of working out to lose weight as most of my concentration is on the balance
Another feather in my non-existent cap is that some mag I wrote to has invited me to be part of their team to write as a 'freelancer' -- goodie. Let's see how it goes.
Tara is presently making a huge fuss to drink her milk. So boring -- YAWN. But the mom in me says "shut up and make her drink it" and so I trudge on with the cajoling and threats. Sigh.
Today was a productive day what with cooking, a spot of cleaning (a HUGE effort for me btw -- we messies like our messes!) and aerobics and then a visit to an aunt-in-law's house.
Another feather in my non-existent cap is that some mag I wrote to has invited me to be part of their team to write as a 'freelancer' -- goodie. Let's see how it goes.
Tara is presently making a huge fuss to drink her milk. So boring -- YAWN. But the mom in me says "shut up and make her drink it" and so I trudge on with the cajoling and threats. Sigh.
Today was a productive day what with cooking, a spot of cleaning (a HUGE effort for me btw -- we messies like our messes!) and aerobics and then a visit to an aunt-in-law's house.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Tuesday, 08.05.2007 -- Thinking and Talking
so, my blog seemed so full of my articles that i though I would write about something else. Like what i did today. A LOT of cooking and one paatu class which was severely interrupted by Tara. She was using my lap as a slide (!) during class when i sang Samba shiva (our favourite) and then tried to catch my hand as I attempted to put thaalam. Since she is not even three the whole thing was funny and unfortunately for my pleasant teacher, I got the major giggles inbetween!!
I also got a fantastic compliment from an old family friend who said that she loved my writing so much that had I been her daughter, she would have been sending everyone she knew my writing samples as she would have just burst with pride. naturally, i am aware that i am not SUCH a great writer but the fact that someone so staunchly vouches for my writing makes me puff up a bit!:)
Speaking of puff, any fat people out there who are trying to lose weight? Help! I have n't seen my gym for over 2 weeks (domestic reasons)and while I managed to lose 1 and a half of the 3 kgs i put on (holiday in Goa) WITHOUT working out, I really want go downhill on the weighing scale!!!
But now, I think I must start introspecting on whether I REALLY want to get rid of the excess weight enough to stop enjoying goodies....ahhh the familiar sinking feeling that I don't want the weight off as badly as i want the food in.
I guess 'Old habits die hard' if at all you manage to kill them in the end!
I also got a fantastic compliment from an old family friend who said that she loved my writing so much that had I been her daughter, she would have been sending everyone she knew my writing samples as she would have just burst with pride. naturally, i am aware that i am not SUCH a great writer but the fact that someone so staunchly vouches for my writing makes me puff up a bit!:)
Speaking of puff, any fat people out there who are trying to lose weight? Help! I have n't seen my gym for over 2 weeks (domestic reasons)and while I managed to lose 1 and a half of the 3 kgs i put on (holiday in Goa) WITHOUT working out, I really want go downhill on the weighing scale!!!
But now, I think I must start introspecting on whether I REALLY want to get rid of the excess weight enough to stop enjoying goodies....ahhh the familiar sinking feeling that I don't want the weight off as badly as i want the food in.
I guess 'Old habits die hard' if at all you manage to kill them in the end!
Monday, May 07, 2007
Article - Report - Bridal Bliss Package
Wedding dumb-bells!
Dust, grime, noise, traffic and curious bystanders mar Chennai’s overall “exteriors”. It is quite a relief to turn to a comfortable, indoor environment for exercise. Gyms -- Body-toning machines, physical trainers, diet consultants and air-conditioning even, constitute the fitness revolution we are witnessing in today’s urbanized steely world.
An evergreen option of brisk outdoor walks notwithstanding; the lure of an opportunity to get fit under “expert, luxurious guidance” is what makes gyms big business today. They throw in steam rooms and massages for good measure as value-adds. Despite effective weight-loss and muscle-toning programs being the main factors behind gyms’ growing success in general, there are some entities that walk a few steps further into the limelight. One such is the fitness center – “Fitness One”.
“Fitness One”, a chain of fitness centers across South India currently encompassing Chennai, Bangalore and Coimbatore, has launched a unique and glamorous “product”. The launch event was held on 08th January, 2007 at The Park hotel between 3 and 6 p.m. Specially designed for the niche audience of brides and grooms-to-be with attractive and useful offers, the product is aptly called “Bridal Bliss”. This bridal bonanza comprises a three-month long membership at Fitness One with tempting frills attached – Kirtilals for jewellery, Naturals for beauty-care, Baywatch for travel and Kaya Skin Clinic are their preferred vendors and have done their part in bringing all this enticement to a bride-to-be’s attention. It was conceptualized by three enterprising ladies -- Meena Anand, Ameeta Agnihotri and Nidhi Mehta, of Fitness One.
The event itself was well punctuated with dances by John Britto’s academy and a fashion show, showcasing popular Sun Music VJs and other models as Indian brides and grooms. The show-stopper was Miss. Linda, of Kabul Express fame who posed as a Christian bride – dressed in white with bouquet in place. The event also had Mehendi, Make-over counters and delicious eats open to the audience – a complete Indian-wedding experience! However, the very creativity of the concept…a bride (or groom) preparing herself for her big day by joining a fitness center, held everybody’s attention in place.
Moreover, two real brides-to-be were catapulted into bliss when they were each gifted this bridal bonanza by Fitness One, thereby officially launching their latest, exciting and innovative product.
Quite apart from being a union for life, weddings are extravaganzas, a time for the bride and groom-in-the making, to look and feel “on top of the world”. Therefore, a time to shed excess weight, whip those bulges into shape, gloss that skin up and toss that mane around with an overall feel-good attitude.
The ultimate relationship – the dream day -- it requires you to set your heart racing and sweat it all out, it seems!
Cheers!
Sujata Tarakesan.
Article - Valentine's Day
What’s love got to do with it?
It is that time of the year …for love! Phone calls, giggles and scribbles on cards! Greeting cards and gifts fly back and forth, restaurants are booked to the brim come February 14th and hotels do their fair bit by offering complimentary valentine’s day-goodies for diners and setting up cozy corners galore. Shopping malls approach this day with aplomb – just like they would any another traditional, festive occasion…what with the ballooning red and pink hearts on display and ‘Valentine Day Specials’.
February 14th is celebrated as Valentine’s day. The countdown begins soon after the Pongal festival’s excitement dies down. The Valentine’s Day furore is something to reckon with these days! Few people know or even care about what brought this hype on! As far as most are concerned, it is another special occasion to get cracking on dates, parties and dine-outs. In short, for most youngsters, it serves as a great multi-fold distraction – going out, talking even more about love and romance, and an excuse to spend a tad more money in buying cards and little gifts.
Hype aside, a great deal has been speculated on the supposed origin and history of this day. A widely-accepted story is about a Roman priest named Valentine who went against the then Emperor’s rule -- that no marriages for young, robust men be allowed as the Emperor believed that unmarried and unattached men made better soldiers. The priest saw the injustice in this and began secretly performing marriages for young couples desperately in love. In other words, the legend has it that against all odds, he brought two people in love together and in the process got himself caught, imprisoned and executed.
The story says that whilst in prison, he befriended the jailor’s daughter and just before the execution on February 14th, he wrote this young girl a letter signed “from your Valentine”. This is St. Valentine’s story…
Apparently there are more (or less!) facts and variations to this story / legend but the bottom line in every one of them is Saint Valentine -- a heroic figure who put the welfare of love and romance before his very life.
For us Indians, there is no dearth of romantic heroes from our past either, including mythical heroes and the various Gods and Goddesses. Rare indeed is any story we have heard that is devoid of heroism, romance, lust, infatuation or love. For such a dramatic people, another reason (albeit foreign and in no way relevant) to celebrate love is always welcome! So, what if Valentine’s Day originated in faraway Rome? So what if everybody is woolly about the legitimate history behind it? So what if this whole thing with St. Valentine may just have nothing at all to do with love and romance?
Everybody seems happy celebrating it. For the youth, this is like a once-in-a-“love time” opportunity on a platter – an excuse to walk up to the guy or gal who suits your fancy and declare your feelings…or indeed state the same (even anonymously sometimes), from behind a flowery greeting card. Moreover, let’s face the fact that there are business avenues for a lot of people to make some money out of all this hype.
However, there are many people amidst this hullabaloo, who can be seen with carefully assumed poker faces on 14th of February. They are the ones who think that celebrating days like Mothers’ day, Fathers’ day and Valentine’s Day is hogwash and a complete waste of valuable time and money. To each, his own.
Above all this, there is no clear take on whether this day is celebrated with just romance in mind, or love as such in all its various shades of glory – maternal, paternal, sibling, friendship and so on.
Still, if you love romance, you should not let the skeptics cloud your aura. After all, be you a believer or non-believer that warm glow in your heart can also be rekindled if you receive a Valentine this year!
What is life without a little love?
Cheers!
Sujata Tarakesan.
Article - Thailand - Travelogue - Pattaya
Eight to Tango!
We always look forward to vacations, as they are special times in life – a vacation is a big bundle of free time with no cares or worries, deadlines or alarm clocks. There are no rules as to how a holiday is to be spent…or with whom…or indeed, without whom! I used the word “without” because my “galpals” and I went on a holiday without husbands, without kids and without any other family-member. Sounds offbeat? It sure was. It was also a terrific idea for a vacation with just eight women – all friends (in the wide age-range of 25 to 45!). A holiday in Thailand -- two days each in Pattaya and Bangkok …chilling out in the first and shopping in the second. Our priorities were clear and set – relaxation and shopping. It would not allow time for anything else, including sightseeing.
Even the planning was fun – no routines, cooking-cleaning, kid-care, husband-care, parents-care, or inlaws-care. How did we manage it? Admittedly, with a lot of support from our families, especially husbands! If husbands don’t volunteer to baby-sit, there would be no real holiday for the wife/mom/daughter-in-law and we know it!
Baby-sitting taken care of and holiday in progress: - It was fun to travel on an international flight with friends! It brought back nostalgic memories from schooldays of “jostle-filled” rides on tourist buses and second-class train compartments. However, with age comes a certain “degree of fuss” so this holiday to a nearby, foreign destination was the perfect option.
We landed in Bangkok and immediately travelled for two hours by road to Pattaya, a beach town with a variety of hotels and resorts. We checked in to our hotel and then casually explored the sleepy town. Pattaya is not a “morning-town”. We then got down to the business of relaxation…a very soothing and rejuvenating Thai massage. For those not enamoured with the idea of a body massage, the option of a foot massage is available and a “not-to-be-missed” experience! A leisurely lunch followed. Vegetarians, beware of the food – you have to be very clear and succinct if you want to eat pure vegetarian food in Thailand! It was good to be in like-minded-adult-company. No extra bags, no worries about the rest of the family’s needs – just your individual needs and wants for four days…
The early evening saw us spending quality time in the hotel’s swimming pool. Our priorities were indeed different. Nevertheless, for those who would like to have an agenda, there are of course, wonderful options available even in this simple town.
At Pattaya you get to spend a lot of time down at the beach -- “watery-fun”, I call it. At the Boat Service, amongst various options, we settled on the adventurous, banana boat ride. The banana boat is a big, inflatable banana-shaped raft designed for 5 people to sit one behind the other and has a rope tying it to the tug/motor boat. The boat would then head out to sea pulling the banana boat behind it so that the riders of the banana boat would have a fun roller coaster ride in the sea with absolutely no control over direction or speed! Lifejackets are necessary, of course. Who would have thought that in our thirties and forties, we could get away with such fun?!
The next spot of beach activity we engaged ourselves in was parasailing, a very popular adventure-sport in Pattaya. We reached the para-sailing platform out at sea by means of a hired speedboat. For the uninitiated, Para sailing involves the process of donning a life jacket, clasped to a Parachute complete with canopy. A long rope connects you to a Speed Boat on the water. You then take a running jump off a platform and parasail…flying high above the water and are pulled along / navigated by the boat! It is truly a wonderful, exhilarating experience to be flying so. However, all too soon they bring you down to land. I would not recommend this adventure sport to delicate darlings or the weak-hearted, but the “ground crew” we encountered, was impressive in their co-ordination and timing and hence, safety was not a major concern.
Seaside fun aside, Pattaya’s mornings might be lazy, but the evenings are what we nowadays call “rocking”! Pattaya’s nightlife makes it a great holiday destination.
While we were short on time (four days are too few) that we could spend in Thailand, I would recommend at least four days in Pattaya alone, to ensure complete relaxation! Moreover, for us Indians especially, Thailand is a great place for relaxation, sightseeing and shopping, as it is very affordable and logistics-friendly.
We also carefully chose quality hotels to stay in, as the idea behind this whole experience was to enjoy life -- scrimping and saving were simply not part of the plan! Having said that, we got great package deals for both airfare as well as hotel accommodation since we were travelling in a group. You see, more is indeed merrier!
I am not saying, “Take a vacation without family”. What I am saying is …this sort of an “off-beat” holiday might be just the kind of refreshment you need to get that spring back in your step!
Cheers!
Sujata Tarakesan.
We always look forward to vacations, as they are special times in life – a vacation is a big bundle of free time with no cares or worries, deadlines or alarm clocks. There are no rules as to how a holiday is to be spent…or with whom…or indeed, without whom! I used the word “without” because my “galpals” and I went on a holiday without husbands, without kids and without any other family-member. Sounds offbeat? It sure was. It was also a terrific idea for a vacation with just eight women – all friends (in the wide age-range of 25 to 45!). A holiday in Thailand -- two days each in Pattaya and Bangkok …chilling out in the first and shopping in the second. Our priorities were clear and set – relaxation and shopping. It would not allow time for anything else, including sightseeing.
Even the planning was fun – no routines, cooking-cleaning, kid-care, husband-care, parents-care, or inlaws-care. How did we manage it? Admittedly, with a lot of support from our families, especially husbands! If husbands don’t volunteer to baby-sit, there would be no real holiday for the wife/mom/daughter-in-law and we know it!
Baby-sitting taken care of and holiday in progress: - It was fun to travel on an international flight with friends! It brought back nostalgic memories from schooldays of “jostle-filled” rides on tourist buses and second-class train compartments. However, with age comes a certain “degree of fuss” so this holiday to a nearby, foreign destination was the perfect option.
We landed in Bangkok and immediately travelled for two hours by road to Pattaya, a beach town with a variety of hotels and resorts. We checked in to our hotel and then casually explored the sleepy town. Pattaya is not a “morning-town”. We then got down to the business of relaxation…a very soothing and rejuvenating Thai massage. For those not enamoured with the idea of a body massage, the option of a foot massage is available and a “not-to-be-missed” experience! A leisurely lunch followed. Vegetarians, beware of the food – you have to be very clear and succinct if you want to eat pure vegetarian food in Thailand! It was good to be in like-minded-adult-company. No extra bags, no worries about the rest of the family’s needs – just your individual needs and wants for four days…
The early evening saw us spending quality time in the hotel’s swimming pool. Our priorities were indeed different. Nevertheless, for those who would like to have an agenda, there are of course, wonderful options available even in this simple town.
At Pattaya you get to spend a lot of time down at the beach -- “watery-fun”, I call it. At the Boat Service, amongst various options, we settled on the adventurous, banana boat ride. The banana boat is a big, inflatable banana-shaped raft designed for 5 people to sit one behind the other and has a rope tying it to the tug/motor boat. The boat would then head out to sea pulling the banana boat behind it so that the riders of the banana boat would have a fun roller coaster ride in the sea with absolutely no control over direction or speed! Lifejackets are necessary, of course. Who would have thought that in our thirties and forties, we could get away with such fun?!
The next spot of beach activity we engaged ourselves in was parasailing, a very popular adventure-sport in Pattaya. We reached the para-sailing platform out at sea by means of a hired speedboat. For the uninitiated, Para sailing involves the process of donning a life jacket, clasped to a Parachute complete with canopy. A long rope connects you to a Speed Boat on the water. You then take a running jump off a platform and parasail…flying high above the water and are pulled along / navigated by the boat! It is truly a wonderful, exhilarating experience to be flying so. However, all too soon they bring you down to land. I would not recommend this adventure sport to delicate darlings or the weak-hearted, but the “ground crew” we encountered, was impressive in their co-ordination and timing and hence, safety was not a major concern.
Seaside fun aside, Pattaya’s mornings might be lazy, but the evenings are what we nowadays call “rocking”! Pattaya’s nightlife makes it a great holiday destination.
While we were short on time (four days are too few) that we could spend in Thailand, I would recommend at least four days in Pattaya alone, to ensure complete relaxation! Moreover, for us Indians especially, Thailand is a great place for relaxation, sightseeing and shopping, as it is very affordable and logistics-friendly.
We also carefully chose quality hotels to stay in, as the idea behind this whole experience was to enjoy life -- scrimping and saving were simply not part of the plan! Having said that, we got great package deals for both airfare as well as hotel accommodation since we were travelling in a group. You see, more is indeed merrier!
I am not saying, “Take a vacation without family”. What I am saying is …this sort of an “off-beat” holiday might be just the kind of refreshment you need to get that spring back in your step!
Cheers!
Sujata Tarakesan.
Article - Report - Tourintalkies.com
New site on the block
Another one bites the net!
“Tour-In Talkies” – a website catering exclusively to Tamil movie buffs, was launched on the 28th of April, 2007 at the Taj Coromandel’s ballroom amidst great fanfare. The site’s managing editor Aparna Pillai, reckons that Tamil film viewers are aplenty and far-flung across the globe. Therefore she infers that a special space on the web where updates on the latest and upcoming Tamil movies as well as yesteryear classics would be very welcome.
The event had a cool ambience thanks to tasteful décor and the sprinkling of stars, models and a “hip” gathering of people. The website was formally launched by P.M. Amza, the Deputy High Commissioner for Sri Lanka. The glitterati included Trisha, Prashanth, Vijaykumar, Sneha, Srikanth, Simbu, Sibiraj and Shyam. Prashanth gave an encouraging speech –a vote of confidence for this website. Trisha walked away with the limelight even though her speech was brief. She said she owed her presence at the launch to designer Sidney SS whose couture was up for display that evening.
The site professes to steer clear of gossip whilst offering lively, lesser-known facts about favourite stars and interesting tidbits from Tamil cinema. On a more interesting note, the site will also divulge the whereabouts of all those fancy locations and breathtaking sites that feature in song sequences. Usually, they are eye-catching places making you long for a vacation there yourself and you want to fly off there right away but cannot, since you haven’t a clue as to where it is or indeed, or in which country even.
Tour-In Talkies organized a fashion show as the main event of the launch, in which designer Sidney SS show-cased his designs. The show and its presentation came as a pleasant surprise as it turned out to be well organised with attractive outfits on display. This Spring-Summer 2007 collection, began with saris and salwar suits in vibrant, jazzed-up prints and maintained the audience’s interest right through. Trousers and tops came next – lightweight and flyaway was the feeling one got when the models sashayed up and down the ramp. The designer had something for everyone since his designs touched upon various moods: Girlie, womanly, European, mid-eighties and even something just for men! There was also the mind-blowing outfit here and there which you could not ignore.
The jackets, shrugs and skirts all spoke of elegance and fun. Indian-looking prints on the men’s shirts proved thought provoking. However, all the clothes save the saris and salwars seemed internationally acceptable which was heartening. The show ended with a ‘golden touch’ – shades of gold with a dash of silver and ivory made for a classy display on the models who walked the finale. One could hold the impression of brocades and a splattering of crystals and embellishments right through the evening and even after. It looks like Sidney SS in a relatively short span of time, has catapulted himself on the map.
Cocktails and dinner followed the show. The site launch and fashion show blended well together and anticipation runs high as Tour-In Talkies promises to be a one-stop site for the latest information on Tamil cinema.
Log on to www.tourintalkies.com and ‘catch up on what’s hot and what’s not in Kodambakkam’ as their brochure proclaims.
Cheers
Sujata Tarakesan.
Another one bites the net!
“Tour-In Talkies” – a website catering exclusively to Tamil movie buffs, was launched on the 28th of April, 2007 at the Taj Coromandel’s ballroom amidst great fanfare. The site’s managing editor Aparna Pillai, reckons that Tamil film viewers are aplenty and far-flung across the globe. Therefore she infers that a special space on the web where updates on the latest and upcoming Tamil movies as well as yesteryear classics would be very welcome.
The event had a cool ambience thanks to tasteful décor and the sprinkling of stars, models and a “hip” gathering of people. The website was formally launched by P.M. Amza, the Deputy High Commissioner for Sri Lanka. The glitterati included Trisha, Prashanth, Vijaykumar, Sneha, Srikanth, Simbu, Sibiraj and Shyam. Prashanth gave an encouraging speech –a vote of confidence for this website. Trisha walked away with the limelight even though her speech was brief. She said she owed her presence at the launch to designer Sidney SS whose couture was up for display that evening.
The site professes to steer clear of gossip whilst offering lively, lesser-known facts about favourite stars and interesting tidbits from Tamil cinema. On a more interesting note, the site will also divulge the whereabouts of all those fancy locations and breathtaking sites that feature in song sequences. Usually, they are eye-catching places making you long for a vacation there yourself and you want to fly off there right away but cannot, since you haven’t a clue as to where it is or indeed, or in which country even.
Tour-In Talkies organized a fashion show as the main event of the launch, in which designer Sidney SS show-cased his designs. The show and its presentation came as a pleasant surprise as it turned out to be well organised with attractive outfits on display. This Spring-Summer 2007 collection, began with saris and salwar suits in vibrant, jazzed-up prints and maintained the audience’s interest right through. Trousers and tops came next – lightweight and flyaway was the feeling one got when the models sashayed up and down the ramp. The designer had something for everyone since his designs touched upon various moods: Girlie, womanly, European, mid-eighties and even something just for men! There was also the mind-blowing outfit here and there which you could not ignore.
The jackets, shrugs and skirts all spoke of elegance and fun. Indian-looking prints on the men’s shirts proved thought provoking. However, all the clothes save the saris and salwars seemed internationally acceptable which was heartening. The show ended with a ‘golden touch’ – shades of gold with a dash of silver and ivory made for a classy display on the models who walked the finale. One could hold the impression of brocades and a splattering of crystals and embellishments right through the evening and even after. It looks like Sidney SS in a relatively short span of time, has catapulted himself on the map.
Cocktails and dinner followed the show. The site launch and fashion show blended well together and anticipation runs high as Tour-In Talkies promises to be a one-stop site for the latest information on Tamil cinema.
Log on to www.tourintalkies.com and ‘catch up on what’s hot and what’s not in Kodambakkam’ as their brochure proclaims.
Cheers
Sujata Tarakesan.
Article - Driving in Chennai
Drive me Crazy!
Driving …is for just about anyone. Good driving is an Art! Artistic driving aside, reality has people honking unreasonably at you, autos weaving in and out all around you, and heavy vehicles demanding your respect! Where is that dash of driving etiquette that would make roads bearable these days? Speaking of etiquette, is the car-horn used “sparingly” as it is supposed to be? It is in the car for a reason -- However, the signal turns green and all hell breaks loose! Am I given a moment to get going? Blaring horns raise my hackles and in the ensuing noise, my vibrating eardrums block all messages to my brain! It seems more urgent to glare around at everyone in indignation than to get going. Sound familiar?
Being late for appointments is… not unusual. It can happen to the best of us. However, stomping down on the accelerator does not seem worth the strain and effort anymore. Given our road and traffic conditions, I have analysed this -- within the city, speeding up to cover a distance of say ten kilometers, saves only about 2 minutes whilst risking an accident.
Risks notwithstanding, indicators are not on the agenda of any auto-rickshaw driver! I always have that jumpy feeling whenever I have an auto in front of me. It keeps me guessing… usually bringing me to a “sudden-brake” scenario. As for me, even by using indicators and reducing my speed appropriately I find that people have often not even noticed the blinking lights on my car! I have to furtively keep tabs on the guy behind me, to check just how nose-to-bumper he is with me. The “sudden-brake-syndrome” is most risky as not everyone is blessed with the attention span and reflexes required to jam the brakes in time! It used to be that we could cut back on speed by shifting gears smoothly unlike today, where with pell-mell traffic-goers, we keep hitting the brakes. Its like a tap dance between the accelerator and the brakes – if only we could lose some calories that way!!
Overtaking…is quite a stunt these days. Nobody is appreciative of being overtaken suddenly from the left. Moreover, there are those who try to overtake a vehicle that is already in the process of overtaking! Motorbike-riders minus helmets studiously ignore you whilst overtaking any which way they please – and then you observe they are minus helmets. Thoughts of a seemingly “small-fall-turned-fatal-brain-damage” plague me everyday. When are helmets going to become mandatory?
Then there is that “roadrunner” that cuts in front of you into your lane causing you to swerve and brake – my mantra is “just ignore it”…better for my health! No point dashing madly after him for revenge! Today, defensive driving is highly recommended. Why invite unnecessary trouble -- Do we really want to stop and have an argument with a crude-speaking stranger? Speaking of crude, here is a ridiculous habit during a traffic jam -- people rushing to get ahead by infringing into the opposite side against the oncoming traffic just because it seems relatively empty. While executing this completely thoughtless manoeuvre, they coolly avoid eye contact with those waiting patiently in their lanes, superior smirk in place. Superior smirk vanishes when they in turn are soon passed by more of their kind to make further lanes… until it becomes a one-way street preventing all oncoming traffic and a much bigger traffic jam.
And, woe betide anyone who talks incessantly on his cell-phone or fiddles unnecessarily with his car’s stereo! If you ask me, the former category is not being punished enough for the offence! As for the fiddler-on-the-road (not roof!), agreed -- the current choice of radio channels is a super means of entertainment whilst on the road, but don’t even they advocate things like “drive safe and drive with a smile”?
I guess neither smiles nor road rage is the answer – it is time for some serious traffic policing!
Sujata Tarakesan.
“One for the road”: It only takes a split second’s distraction to make you the center of attraction.
Driving …is for just about anyone. Good driving is an Art! Artistic driving aside, reality has people honking unreasonably at you, autos weaving in and out all around you, and heavy vehicles demanding your respect! Where is that dash of driving etiquette that would make roads bearable these days? Speaking of etiquette, is the car-horn used “sparingly” as it is supposed to be? It is in the car for a reason -- However, the signal turns green and all hell breaks loose! Am I given a moment to get going? Blaring horns raise my hackles and in the ensuing noise, my vibrating eardrums block all messages to my brain! It seems more urgent to glare around at everyone in indignation than to get going. Sound familiar?
Being late for appointments is… not unusual. It can happen to the best of us. However, stomping down on the accelerator does not seem worth the strain and effort anymore. Given our road and traffic conditions, I have analysed this -- within the city, speeding up to cover a distance of say ten kilometers, saves only about 2 minutes whilst risking an accident.
Risks notwithstanding, indicators are not on the agenda of any auto-rickshaw driver! I always have that jumpy feeling whenever I have an auto in front of me. It keeps me guessing… usually bringing me to a “sudden-brake” scenario. As for me, even by using indicators and reducing my speed appropriately I find that people have often not even noticed the blinking lights on my car! I have to furtively keep tabs on the guy behind me, to check just how nose-to-bumper he is with me. The “sudden-brake-syndrome” is most risky as not everyone is blessed with the attention span and reflexes required to jam the brakes in time! It used to be that we could cut back on speed by shifting gears smoothly unlike today, where with pell-mell traffic-goers, we keep hitting the brakes. Its like a tap dance between the accelerator and the brakes – if only we could lose some calories that way!!
Overtaking…is quite a stunt these days. Nobody is appreciative of being overtaken suddenly from the left. Moreover, there are those who try to overtake a vehicle that is already in the process of overtaking! Motorbike-riders minus helmets studiously ignore you whilst overtaking any which way they please – and then you observe they are minus helmets. Thoughts of a seemingly “small-fall-turned-fatal-brain-damage” plague me everyday. When are helmets going to become mandatory?
Then there is that “roadrunner” that cuts in front of you into your lane causing you to swerve and brake – my mantra is “just ignore it”…better for my health! No point dashing madly after him for revenge! Today, defensive driving is highly recommended. Why invite unnecessary trouble -- Do we really want to stop and have an argument with a crude-speaking stranger? Speaking of crude, here is a ridiculous habit during a traffic jam -- people rushing to get ahead by infringing into the opposite side against the oncoming traffic just because it seems relatively empty. While executing this completely thoughtless manoeuvre, they coolly avoid eye contact with those waiting patiently in their lanes, superior smirk in place. Superior smirk vanishes when they in turn are soon passed by more of their kind to make further lanes… until it becomes a one-way street preventing all oncoming traffic and a much bigger traffic jam.
And, woe betide anyone who talks incessantly on his cell-phone or fiddles unnecessarily with his car’s stereo! If you ask me, the former category is not being punished enough for the offence! As for the fiddler-on-the-road (not roof!), agreed -- the current choice of radio channels is a super means of entertainment whilst on the road, but don’t even they advocate things like “drive safe and drive with a smile”?
I guess neither smiles nor road rage is the answer – it is time for some serious traffic policing!
Sujata Tarakesan.
“One for the road”: It only takes a split second’s distraction to make you the center of attraction.
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