The 12 pleasures..

My all time complaint is why the days are going so fast?Especially when its a holiday..I used to think the Earth is a kinda sadist,always gathering speed on weekends...Though all the months of the year are the same,I used to speak proud of my month of birth..when a new calendar comes on my way,I used to see the picture on October..I silently think,that its the only month having a beautiful picture or painting on it..Ofcourse a lot of other months would have more beautiful pictures than this one.But my eyes are blindfolded for the other months.My favorite month of a year is obviously October,cos my birthday falls on that month.Not many of my birthdays come on working days,even when it is on a week day,it would be raining out when I went to the school.My birthday falls on the Halloweens day and my dear ones accepted that its truly apt for me.I wish we also celebrate this day in India!I love October for another reason,Its Diwali.I always feel excited about Diwali..

The next month I love more is November..Who would not love November for its Rainy days?!The days start up with a cloudy weather,start raining and it continues till evening and I always go to bed hearing the rain outside and praying hardly,that it should rain heavily in the night and the next morning I should wake up with the news flash going "All the schools and colleges are closed due to rain".

Then comes December for its cold weather,and for the Christmas and the New Year Eve..I somewhat hated December during my school days cos of the Half Yearly exams..But during my college days,it used to be the sem holidays which I always liked the most.Waking up late in the morning with me muffled up in the blankets,having a cup of coffee leisurely,and surfing through the channels for a  good song..trying to get back home before nite to escape from the freezing weather out there..December is always to chill!

January,the first month of a New year..all the wishes and sms to our frends n enemies to have a great year ahead,with my mind full of the new year resolutions(valid only for the first two weeks),trying to be good in the new year and becoming worn out of the "Good"-myself and returning back to the "Self"-myself in a few hours itself..I like Jan for the holidays..After spending a long vacation during December,my mind always get lost in the holiday mood and always forgets to come back..The Pongal holidays and some other holidays make me feel little happy-sort of mini vacation for me.
February,I dont like it most and I am not even bothered about it.It always go very fast.Good for it.

And comes the March,marching towards me with a lot of depressions.My mind always cries,Oh My God,Here comes the exam season.More than me,my mom used to get worried,cos she has to bear all the whinings from me about the exams and to hear the usual dialogues of "Mom,I havent studied well,I gonna flunk the exam,I feel stupid ...blah blah blah".My mom always says to me "Whether u get stressed out or not,u always make others to go bonkers when u got exams".What to do,she is my mom...have to pass over all these things rite..:)I really hate the sleepless nites,the first sight of my notes and books,hanging over the bookstore for getting the books,puffy eyes on the exam halls...
the ever slogan of mom "I told u know to study before hand..always fussing at the last moment"..the never ending promise of "Here after I ll study daily" and also forgetting the same the moment I enter out of the exam hall....Its been a tragic comedy!
The only thing I like about April is its first day..Always planning to fool someone and always the day ends up with my plan got flopped.I would be the first one to be made fool..Its Ok..It happens..

May month is a good one.During my school as well as college days,Its the favorite month in Summer.Of course waking up late in the morning except the blankets like Dec..I dunno I subconsciously kick away those blankets...Who wants to wake up in a pool of sweat...Yuck!..I love the lazy afternoons,twice-a-day showers,drinking cool water..Though May is the hottest,It is always cool!
June and first half of July are the worst part of the years.I used to search for holidays and always the result is "No Holidays,better luck next time"..Boring lectures in college,Watching the terrible sight of enthusiastic students in the start of the academic year,taking notes,every day is a working day and sometimes like adding fuel to the fire,Saturdays too working days.June and the first part of July totally sucks..I dont wanna talk about it cos it makes me feel sick..
The second half of July and August are always windy...Always trying to hold myself while walking through our college grounds..The worst thing to do in these months is to have a dinner for a function at the terrace,and it becomes more terrible,when the food is served on banana leaf with the glass as the weight to avoid the banana leaf to be thrown away by the wind..Even after these precautions,always the wind wins.The first victim would be the glass and the other follows...And the next thing is about the hair..I used to return from a ride,like a witch with all my hair dancing in the air(I also accept my hair is always like that..Who cares)..

And atlast September,its part windy..part cold..Autumn season is an awesome season..roads covered with dried leaves...plants getting ready to bloom..people dusting off the leaves from their top of their cars in the morning.Its a treat for our eyes.For me its a calm part of the year..No hurry,no exams,nothing just relax and do the work...Always September is beautiful...and I always love it cos the next month is October!!

Holding the Palette..

What If God  preferred his painting to be a black and white one?How would it be to see a world,where everything is black and white?Ah!It scares me a lot when i think in the other way..
I personally think colors play a vital role in our life..A small baby gets excited when he or she sees the splashing colors..Paintings are nothing without colors(Remember black n white are also colors)..Colors give life to the photographs..Colors even represent the various moods of the people..the angry red,the serene blue,the submissive black,the peaceful white,...Nature has selected its colors very meticulously..The vast azure sky,spread out evenly over our earth,like a blanket for our earth expresses the warmth and makes us wonder that the sky is the limit..But we dont know how long the sky goes...the deep blue sea reflects the mood of the sky..It turns blue,turns black..working like a mirror for the sky..We could always see the brilliance of colors during the sunset.The red dot above our head provides us always with a visual treat...from orange to the fiery red n puff gone and comes the total darkness,like an empire of the kingdom and leads us into the complete solitude of darkness....The earthly brown carefully confiding the greatest enemies of all time the purest transparent water and the hot golden lava beneath its surface..The autumn mustard color,and the following lustrous green where the endless new born flowers dancing cheerfully with their different shaded new dresses...

When I was little,I eagerly wait for the festivals..not to eat sweets or go clinging to God to give this or that..I always look ahead for putting the colorful rangolis with my mom and my neighbors..Staying late at nite and mixing the various colors,evenly sprinkling it over,and accidentally giving the face a color powder facial..it all gives pleasure.

One of the loveliest festivals of India is the Holi..The festival of colors..splashing the colors all around,chasing a friend to paint his face with the colors..turning the white dress into a complete new colorful set..Its meant for spreading the happiness in the way of spreading the colors.

When people are asked about colors,the first thing that automatically comes to their mind is the Rainbow.. The seven colors,crown the earth with a very beautiful arch..I wonder where that arch leads us to..My favorite most colors are black and blue..Black the mightiest of all,always dominating the other colors,selfishly absorbing all the colors n protesting to reflect,symbolizing the darkness,secrecy..The blue,favorite color for most of the people as well as for most of the natural elements like the sky,the sea,..even our Earth is called the Blue planet, always endearing,reflecting its calm nature...

I always love to paint..I am not good at color painting,but now I am trying to learn the colors by heart..the spectacular way of blending colors to make a new color.Colors always symbolizes happiness.I have seen many people who have seen my black and white sketchings and commented "Y r u not trying to color it?"..Our eyes always thrive for a colorful treat.From our food to the dresses we wear,we want colors everywhere..Whether its a party or a fair,we love to hang the colorful papers all over,fly the colorful balloons,trying to paint the whole place with all the colors we have... It would be an endless post when I go deep into the colors,I would always love to save the colorful moments of my life and ....
I would always love to avoid feeling blue,suppressing my black thoughts from everyone,spreading the cool green thoughts with a deep red heart in a white peaceful manner...

Push the Pause button!

"What is this life,if full of care

  No time to stand and stare"

A lovely poem "Leisure" written by W.H.Davies and its my favorite most.

My mind always ask me a question "Whats the rush!"

I am a kinda person who always dream about moving out of a city and living on a peaceful,calm place.I have seen people working so hard,so that they can enjoy a sophisticated life in future without even having the time to stop by and enjoy the nature.I dunno what people will gain by not enjoying the present and always think about the future.I hope the word "sophistication" doesnt  mean getting a huge amount as a salary,not having time to spend with family and living in a concrete jungle where when we open a window we cant see a bird or a tree.Of course we can see a picture of a bird hanging on our neighbor's room.

People are always in a hurry.The whole week they spend in the office and the  week ends either goes as a company's picnic or a tired,worn out day at home.

In our house,we have a stone bench in the terrace facing the west.I always love to enjoy the sun set from there.I sometimes go and sit there with my ears muffled up with my ear phones and sometimes I just sit n watch as the sun goes down.I love the breeze that flows through..Used to wonder,how many people it would have seen on its way,has it heard the talks of my friends and enemies?has it enjoyed the fragrance of a distant land's rain,has it made a flower to dance,how many people's secrets it carry on its way here...Does the breeze gossip about the people to some one?

On watching the birds flying away..always some questions arise...are they returning home after their day's work?I always feel jealous of them..they dont need anyone's permission or a passport to fly.Have they experienced a day in the passport office waiting for their turn to come and prove this is truly me with some certificates...?!Why cant we also swing on a branch,when the wind gently sways the branch for us.

I love to spend time on the terrace on rainy days.Always love to get drenched in the rain.With all the struggles with my mom,I go to the terrace with an Umbrella!!But when I reach the top,as though the wind doesnt want that umbrella,it always blow away the umbrella..I envy those birds enjoying the rain and watch some carefully hidden under the canopy of trees....I always notice that people would go out in the frying weather of a Summer day..But when the rain comes,even for a drizzle they run to escape from the rain.I hope this is the reason,the rain is rare at our places.It seems it doesnt want to come to our places..I hope they complain "People are afraid of me"..One of my lecturers use to say,"Rain is not dangerous...it doesnt carry any diseases..The thing is people dont wash away their legs after they get drenched in rain...Its a myth that people  catch cold when they go out in rain"..I agree with him.Again humans are responsible,they keep the surroundings unclean...Ofcourse its obvious we get germs when we walk through these unclean places..Dont again blame it on the Rain!!Mother Nature is always clean..

Cloud watching is another pleasure for free..I love to see the sun streaks,glittering the borders of the clouds..n especially during the cloudy days,love to watch the way the black clouds mingle with each other.They are always in a move,always traveling to some places..sometimes they pass hurriedly to somewhere..I would like to ask them their destinations..

Darkness...People consider it as a negative word and only some realize that we can only experience the light in the darkness...It can be taken in other sense too for our life..For me darkness is one where we can enjoy the total solitude..Without the sounds of the people or the vehicles,we can listen to the sound of nature...Listen..Mother Nature is always trying to say something to us..I hope we are lucky that we got the moon as our satellite..Moon is always lovely to watch,whether its a full moon day..or just a crescent...Sometimes we can have a glimpse of the Venus too,the morning and evening star...I always prefer a black blanket of sky with the moon and few stars.Stars are also beautiful,but I dont like to watch when there are so many many stars studded in the sky.I always love to watch the moon moving with us when we travel...Oh my God its always following us..:)I sometimes think the moon wants to become like Saturn with a ring around it.

Nature has given us so many gifts and we are the one who dont have time to open the gifts.

"No time to see,when woods we pass

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass"

I havent seen a squirrel hiding its nuts in grass.But I always see the squirrels at our backyard going up and down the tree merrily and munching the food,my mom has kept there for them.Sometimes I have seen the fight between them to eat the food.Sometimes they are brave enough to stand against the crows to eat their meal.Brave little ones.

There is a dog in our street,which always stares at me like a normal human.Oh those eyes...:)It looks like reading my mind.Its a friendly dog but I am always afraid of it cos of its size.

There is also a street cat,which comes always with the majestic walk,brave enough to come inside the house and see for food.So sad,it always ends up in the wrong room except the kitchen and got shooed away all the time..Better luck next time kitty...

"No time to stand beneath the bough

And stare as long as sheep or cows"

One of my close friends used to say that our street looks like a little zoo for her.There is a house in our street where they have many poultries..and a dog.And sometimes I  see some goats walking by our street and having the leaves of our plant as their breakfast.I love to give the leaves,but they would hardly accept to eat from my hands and they always prefer to eat by themselves.Attitude!

These are just some teenie weenie things in my life I always notice n wanted to share...

I dunno whether I would be able to relive all these moments.But I am sure,I would always have time to enjoy the nature,relieve myself from the daily struggles and have serenity.Wats the use thinking all about the future and letting the present to go waste?I want to enjoy the present to the fullest so that I dont regret that I had lost the moment.We might not have a forward or rewind button for our life.But we are always provided with a pause button.Search for it...Its there..We simply dont take the time and patience to search for it!

Winning over Whining

I am an agnostic person.Actually I used to be a Theist till my school days,then slightly the pendulum oscillated towards Atheism and atlast I stuck in the middle as an Agnostic.I am slightly a sensitive person and always barks at my mother when she says some matter which she had seen on the streets or somewhere which happened to be sympathetic.Like,When she said "I saw an accident","I saw a mentally challenged child".
I studied in a school,run by nuns.There is an Orphanage within the campus which is also run by the nuns.There are some painful moments which I have experienced on seeing those orphanage.Its an orphanage for girls.We can see girls from new born babies to higher secondary school girls there.There was a volley ball ground in our school for which we have to go passing this orphanage which has the younger ones.I used to see those little ones whenever I go to that play ground.I used to think
"We have parents.We wake up everyday looking at their faces.Our parents make us to get ready to the school.My mom used to do all the chores for me during my schooling.She prepares the lunch,packs it for me and says good bye always with a "free" threatening speech to eat my lunch properly.My dad used to fill my water bottle,carries my bag to the auto rickshaw and wave me good bye till my auto takes a turn away from home.After the long hours in school and with a heavy lunch box(I used to waste my food  inspite of all the scoldings from my mother)I return home.Again I spend the whole evening with my parents and brothers.A Blessed life"."But these children,they wake up in a room with all other little ones,eat in groups,go to school without the good byes or the threatening speech from parents,eat the lunch again at orphanage and return to their hall with no person there to welcome them.But these children are really cheerful,they dont know who their parents are, or what parents are!They think the nun as their parents.They play together,eat together,sleep together.We get new dresses for every damn festival.But they cant expect new dresses.Sometimes they get a transformed one,Yeah,an old used dress from the donors.For them its perfectly new,even it doesnt even fit their size.I have seen very small girls with a dress which they can wear even after 6 years.These children are very happy till they grow up and matured enough to know that they have no parents.After that the problem starts..I have also seen the orphanage for the teenagers.I can always see a kinda sluggishness.These girls are well aware who they are and y they are here and y they couldnt be like the other girls.I have noticed,everyday the cook place the food one hour ahead of the lunch break.the girls then come after an hour and eat their food without complaining.
For this reason I used to curse God.If there is a God,Would the children be left out like this?Who are they?criminals?to deserve such a punishment...Its one of the reasons I swung over Atheism.But when I see some children outside somewhere in the streets or the roads,I used to feel pity for them and think that the girls I have seen in my school are actually lucky to have that orphanage as home and far better than these children.I then had the feeling God exists but he always love to enjoy a vacation.:)
My dad used to buy cakes and sweets during christmas and give them to the orphanage.My mom collects our older dress and give it to a nun who works for orphanage.This happens every year.And I m happy that my parents are so considerate.Even I loved my school for one reason,for christmas they buy new clothes for the orphan girls and present them to them.
I always think that these children are the children of God.We,who have everything in our life complain about everything and always waste everything from food to whatever the thing is.But these children never complain.They happily accepted their life,the way how it was given to them.They arent presented with an extravagant life.But they make it extravagant.They thank God for each moment they are spared with.I would like to learn a lot from these children.
God created that girls.The same God created my parents.My parents help those girls on behalf of the God.I convinced myself and atlast landed on the Neutral gear of an Agnostic.So there does exist a person called God*


*conditions applied.

Sshh!Listen...Thats all!

Music is one which can throb our heart but never kill  by doing so..It can blow away our mind but never lands us in any ICU..I dunno much about music.I dunno how to sing,how to use the raagas...But I can very well enjoy it.We can enjoy a taste of coffee only when we drink it.We can experience a new vehicle only when we ride it..But Music is the only thing where others can do it ,but still we can enjoy it to the most.For me music is listening to songs.I love good music especially when its from AR and Yuvan.I used to sing,ofcourse nobody could listen to it if they are aware of their ears.I noticed that I got more involved in listening to songs during my college days.Then I slowly became a music addict.Like BGM in movies,always some song would be going on throughout the day.And I also listen to the same music for umpteen times without getting bored.I love to listen to songs while I travel.Music has also pulled my legs in my past.
Once during my 12th std,We attended an inter school Quiz competition,conducted by a college.After reaching that college,we came to know that there is also a variety round.My friend surprisingly registered my name and was cooly saying to me to sing a song before the audience.I was dumb-struck and was begging her that I wouldnt be doing it.The reason is I dunno to sing,I know How it sounds when I sing..and the biggest reason is I had to sing before the college girls.And the only experience I had in singing is I had sung for the school assembly till my 5th std.:).Inspite of all my cries,my friend virtually pushed me and without any way to escape,I sang the titanic theme song without even having the slightest embarrassment.I hope the audience would have got embarrassed.:)I know I sounded very bad,but luckily there were no bad comments from the audience.We even got a third prize in Variety round.After finishing my song,I chased away my friend till we reach home.
The next day,she spread the matter to my whole class and my computer science mam was asking me to sing that song again for them.After so much hesitation,I sang before my whole class...This is just one example.
I have a few friends who really sing well and they have learned music for several years.I hope one day they would expose their talents.
When I was small,My cousin and I get the lyrics book(Our parents dont know this)and sing them aloud in the room closing all the doors n windows.We laugh at it rite now.

Apart from these,I love some musical instruments.My favorite is Guitar.Its simply divine when I listen somebody playing it.
I have seen many people spending so much money for learning music and to become famous.And I have seen the vice versa too.People who sing for money.They are not normal people.They are actually blind people.All they got is a van and a few blind people who can sing better than most of the normal people.I wonder about their grasping power.I have seen people who stumble even when they see the lyrics paper and sing.But these people who have actually learned those songs just by listening to it,sing so well without doing a single mistake.
One day,When we were going for a ride,these people were singing.we stopped  to give them some money.By then I noticed an old lady,very old actually.She seemed to be very poor too.Still she also stopped by and contributed some money.I was really touched by that incident.From that time onwards,I started stopping by and give some money when I come across these people.Thanks to that old lady.
Music always make me feel happy,at the same time the opposite too.It always reminds me some incidents.Lately,I keenly listen to the lyrics too.Some lyricists are too good.I now think,a good song always comes with good music and good lyrics.I mainly listen to the melodies.But so many people consider the melodious ones to be boring.I dunno y.I loveee to listen to songs at two particular time,one when its raining out,the next is when I travel by volvo.And I would really feel lucky If I have got all of them at the same time.Music makes me happy,sad,think about some people,think about some incidents.It always do something knowingly or unknowingly.Its always with me,I sing at the bath,I listen to them when I am browsing,traveling,reading,cooking,sleeping and yeah during lectures too.Even now Shreya Goshal is singing in the background for the nth time while I type this post.I can flatly say that "I m obsessed" with it.I thought of writing a post here which can express how I feel exactly about music.But I realized even writing cannot express the soul of music,I think, again only music can do it!!

Want to feel a music?...Listen...Thats all!

Grab the saddle!

I always love to do a thing where I even have a partner in crime.Its a passion,a sort of relief from my everyday stress.Riding(for me Pillion riding), is a real enjoyment,a passion for me.And my partner is my brother :).I love to be a pillion rider and watch the landscapes go by the side of me.I dunno where I got this interest.But I usually admire some persons from the Travel n Living channel...which is gonna be TLC from September 1st.The two travelers,who are my favorite most is Ian Wright and Samantha Brown.They both are very cheerful and sometimes I feel jealous of them.They have got a job which is their passion itself.My brother and I always go for a ride whenever its possible.Ofcourse with a lot of shouting from my mother.I sometimes get afraid of the roads.Its really dangerous.I could sometimes experience the risk in riding.We mostly dont have a destination in our mind.We just go wherever the road takes.I am bad in sensing the direction..But my brother..I dunno..I always suspect that he has an inbuilt GPS within him :)
Some places where we gone are truly spectacular.One such place is "Puliancholai".The road to puliancholai is a curvy,narrow one surrounded by Kolli hills.The day when we went to that place was a rainy day.It was very cloudy and the place I looked upon was very beautiful.We have got a double treat on that day.
The first treat is Puliancholai itself,a fantabulous place with less human activities and it has a river with chill water flowing straight from the Kolli hills.
The second treat is the rain on our return journey.We have been completely drenched and didnt even care about it.
An another interesting thing about riding is meeting new people.Once on the way to a dam,we got lost.There were two old ladies sitting under the shade of a tree.We just asked them how to go to that place and she said the way.Actually its not the thing which touched me.After that she was very concerned about us and she was saying repeatedly to have a safe journey.I assure,that a care from a complete stranger is the not the one we can always expect.But people out there do have a helping tendency.
I also love to travel by car,but I prefer the windows not to be closed.I love the wind flowing through.
My mother is usually afraid of us going out.She is afraid of the new places and some places where we couldnt even find a single human.But Wat make me fear the most is the other riders on the road.Some riders who always have the "Its my dad's road-attitude".Except these,riding is a real treat.I always have some song ringing in my head while riding.For me,Music and riding blend together well.
I love to explore more places in my future.I hope my mom allows me for real long rides.We sometimes feel pity for our bike.We used to say "Happy, it doesnt have a mouth!".
Riding is not that easy.Sometimes it would become very painful.The same experience we could get on riding a horse.But who cares,If we see the pain,We cant get the gain.Always the "saddle" is waiting for us to get us a new experience,more pain and even more excitement and happiness.

A Handy Mind

Have you ever smelt a book before?I feel like heaven when I do.Whether its an old one or a new one,Whether its a novel or a text book,it doesn't matter.Usually connoisseur of food says,a good food is known by its smell,taste and how it looks.I think books also come under the same roof.I used to smell the books when I get my hands on it.
My first book was a "Picture book" presented by my aunt.Of all my aunts,she is an one special person to me.I think she had bribed me by giving a colorful book.:).My love towards books started from there.Many people are responsible for my reading habit.I studied in a Matriculation school till my fifth std.In those days,during the summer vacation,my dad used to get the next year CBSE syllabus books from his colleague.I read all those books with such enthusiasm.I wasnt able to understand the terms,but I simply loved to read it.I have been presented with more and more Color books,Picture books,Handwriting books,Moral stories from my dear ones.I preferred books than toys.I have got the habit of going to the library from my 7th std.I got it from my cousin.I always get excited when I enter a library.I always experience a warmth when books surround me.My selection of books varied from time to time.I read every book that comes across me.I always regret that I don't have any specifications in reading.But still I m happy that my horizon is bigger.I could reach to the different,enthralling edges of it.I have got many friends who love books n an equal number of friends who dont even have the time to think about reading a book.
Again,an article in Ananda Vikatan on the habit of reading books touched me a lot.The author's friend who was a librarian got frustrated,since no one was interested to come to the library and he atlast put all his collections in a box and kept it on a road.He left a note saying "these books are for free,anyone could take it"But after a couple of days,he noticed not even half of the books have gone even its clearly mentioned its totally free.He got depressed a lot and quit his passion.People are neither ready to read a book even when its free nor to have the slightest idea to even touch it.

I used to notice,the libraries are usually very free,when compared to the restaurants and movie theatres...Its really pathetic to see.The people who go berserk about their caste,religion,their favorite actors dont go berserk when a library is closed forever.I dunno how many of us know whether we have a library in our city.A person can be easily guided to a entertainment center in a totally new place.But how many people can guide us to a library?In a selfish manner,I am convinced that people have many other works to do,so that I can enjoy reading the books in a library in a serene environment!
And about magazines...We can see a lot of stuffs are just gossips and tidbits about the cine field.I used to read two tamil magazines,One is ok,the other one is the worst.There is always a page where the readers can ask questions to a particular person.In the first book,its really interesting with 90% useful things.But in the other book,It would be a surprise,if I havent seen a single question asking about some actress or an useless thing.
I wouldnt be able to remember every name of the characters from the book I read.But I would certainly remember the pleasure in reading it.I would love to listen to the voices of the book.A soft and a beautiful voice,that always sounds good.There is always an appreciation for the best things.Books would always have that constant appreciation.But the strange thing is Good books are not advertised.There are people who passionately search for those books.And I would love to be one among them.
According to me," A Book is a Mind that always comes Handy". :)

Dig it up!

Letter Writing...People used to mention it as a form of art.But where has that art gone?I read an article about this forgotten art in "The Hindu" a month ago...An article which I liked most and I m not sure how many of us have atleast gone through it.Believe it or not,my last hand written letter was during my 5th std.I sent it to one of my good friends with whom I couldnt stand the separation between us during a vacation.It sounds childish when I think about it now.But nobody from my family hadnt thought it as kiddish.My father still treasures the last letters from my Grandpa.Its really a pleasure to see the handwriting of our loved ones.I dunno how many of us know the handwriting of our friends or the closer ones.I swear,I dont know  it for most of my friends.Its not that handwriting alone.Its the time,dedication,feelings they spent in writing that letter and that really counts.Its hard time seeing the inland letters nowadays..and again I have encountered them last during my primary school days,where I eagerly await for them during my Summer Vacation.Its real happiness to see a letter delivered for me, that too to intimate that I have passed my so and so standard n I can go to the next class.:)....Now I dunno where the post box is or when the postman collects the letters,how much an inland letter or a card costs..Nothing.The same thing about Greeting cards.My dad and I used to go select the cards for Christmas,New Year...According to me its the real shopping day.We used to buy "bunches" of them.Then we two sit together and personally sign every card.My job is to handle the stamps.And sometimes I m given the higher level of writing the address on the envelopes.But Now,day by day the activities have been lessened.Now my dad sends Group SMS to people through the mobile phones.I would like to hear the ringing of the cycle bells of a Postman than an electronic beep from a cell phone.It hardly shows the importance we give to the people.Luckily, a very few closer ones get the card even now minus the personal signs.Cos,I m stuck in the E cards.
I would prefer a handwritten letter than a digital letter from my friends...I hope that we wont write R.I.P for this beautiful art.And now I m trying to do the honor of "Digging it up" from the buried ground...Ciao

The First Time

Well...There is always a first time for everything...N this is my first time blogging..I actually dont know how it works or Y it works...But I simply made it for my time pass..(Hope this changes in future..)
Here goes my first post!
"When someone asks me to tell about myself..I used to say that I am an Extremist..Yes I simply hate or just love things and I dont want to wander in the middle....This works wonderful at times n catastrophic most of the time.I dont believe in Horoscopes...but I would be the first one to read them aloud n I read only the first line of my daily horoscope,cos its simply a lie,a repeated lie which is always being a positive one!
 Couple of months ago,I came across a book called Personality Plus by Florence Littauer..The whole book is a kinda test n tells us Wat kinda person we are...My test result was "I am a cross between Peaceful Phlegmatic and Popular Sanguine.."
A single line abt these characters:-Peaceful Phlegmatic are calm,cool,relaxed,kind,dont-care attitude ppl..
 Popular Sanguine on the other hand are those who love Changes,new ideas,and always love to be Popular watever the situation may be n thats y the name "Popular Sanguine"..
Ofcourse they both are simply the opposite of each other..I tried to find out which one dominates..the outcome is  
"I got Confused"..I can clearly see these characters mingle so easily n comes under the limelight everytime...I made a very big decision in my recent past.I got selected in two popular IT companies n I got mixed up in choosing one.The first Company which selected me is known for its Standard n a dream company for most of the ppl...The second company which selected me is equally a good one n the biggest one in India..My Popular Sanguine character insisted me to choose the first one..I didnt have a great interest in choosing that company even its a dream for the most..To be honest,I preferred it under one circumstance that I could boast that I work for that company....My Peaceful Phlegmatic tortured me to choose the second company,cos I heard One would work there with a peace of mind..Ofcourse its a flat irony,cos everybody knows IT sectors are the one where we cant expect a relaxed life!And Guess what Peaceful Phlegmatic won here...n atlast I selected the second company....This incident doesnt mean that I m a more of a PP...If I werent a Popular Sanguine,I wouldnt be writing this blog here...:)"
And thats all for this post...If u have read this post fully without getting bored,I will be happy...If you havent I still be happy....Enjoy