Tomorrow is ayya's 55th birthday. I can't believe that he has reached 55. It's saddening to think that he is going to celebrate his birthday with none of his children next to him. But hopefully next year i'll be able to compensate for my absence.
I have always been a daddy's gal. I'm the typical my-dad-knows-all girl who looks up to my dad on anything and everything. Hitherto, my dad has been the most important person in my life and i'm sure he'll always be. And my ultimate aim and what i would consider as an achievement is when i make my dad proud. Since i was a kid, i used to compete with my siblings to gain recognition from my dad. When he says anything good about me, i'll spend the whole day replaying his words and gestures on my visual screen. Even up to know, the sense of accomplishment that enfolds me whenever he expresses he says he's proud of me, is indescribable.
I would never have come here (sydney),had it not been for him. While my mum and brother were not happy with me attending the interview for this course ( i had to travel far to attend the interview and dad was working and he couldn't take leave), dad didn't say a word against my wish. He didn't even ask if i wanted to attend the interview. When my mum was on phone informing about the interview, all that dad said was " i have booked a cab, accompany her ok?". He had tremendous confident in me that he encouraged me to give it a try. And eventually when i was selected, he told me it wasn't a fluky success and i deserved it.
He has never said he loves me but i know he does. And i have never declared my love for him either. Because when you love someone too much, you just can't get a word to express that feeling. Gestures and expressions are eloquent reminders of love and care.So..ayya Happy Birthday! I love you and I miss u!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Walking Down Memory Lane... Part 2 ....
Coming soon..i'm so tied up with my assignment that i hardly find time to write on it. And this time, since Deepavali is fast approaching, it's going to be on one of my funniest Deepavali moment:p
Vaaranam Aayiram Mp3
The most awaited soundtrackof 2008 is just out. The audio launch looked very grand indeed. However, personally i'm not much impressed with the way the songs have shaped up. Quite disappointing, as this combo rocked in their earlier ventures (may be i should listen to them again and again and after a while they will grow on me). The songs sound too familiar (Pachaikilli Muthusaram and VV). May be the combo wanted to maintain the same 'touch'. However, i still liked the Adiye Kolluthe, track sung by Karthik. The song is an indianised rock metal which instantly clicks on you. Yet it's still too early to comment on the songs and sometimes the beauty of the song is enhanced by the visualisation and Gautham's earlier ventures never disappoint in that aspect ..so waiting for the release of the movie.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Walking Down Memory Lane... Part 1
Lately, i have been reminiscing my childhood days a lot. Though,i am not a person with a photographic memory, my childhood days are quite vivid images. And my brother's recent visit to Australia has rekindled my treasured old memories as we talked quite in detail of our mischievousnesses:p So i have decided to inscribe the wonderful moments of my childhood in my blog. As i was thinking on a good starter, my friend today was presenting a lesson on frogs which instantly rung a bell. And i suddenly realised, that when i talk about my childhood 'my unexpected incidents' with frogs are inevitable.
Even, till today frogs are my greatest fear. I think i can still maintain my composure running into a snake or a tiger but not frogs. Even, the very sight of them makes my knees go weak (doesn't have any romantic connotations). Till, now the feelings remains the same and i can't figure out whether i'm scared of them or just repulsed at them. But believe me when i say i can puke at their sight and the feeling is indescribable( i mean it's really reaaaaallllly horrible). I think i have batrachophobia (phobia of amphibians)
Since i was brought up in a village, frogs were common visitors and my mum even believed that frogs bring fortune (like mahalakshmi or whatever). And we grew up surrounded by this ugly creatures and i have no clue on how i developed a phobic of them as all the elders in my family could 'pick' the frogs from the floor and throw them outside. Even, my sister who is two years younger than me would play golf with them (No..i'm not exaggerating.. k. She would hit the frog with broom and there goes the frog flying..eeww). Despite of all the 'brave' people around me, the frogs always picked me as their victim and i just don't know why (my brother says that i have some kind of unsettled karma issues from previous birth with frogs).
The first issue (yup..there are few 'issues' with frogs) was when i think i was 6 years old. It was a morning and out of the blue, i woke up early (fateful day:p) and came out of my room and realised nobody was awake yet. So being too lazy to go back to my room, climbing the bed i decided to lie down on the floor in the kitchen. And at that time i had super curly hair( thanks to my dad who wanted to make me to look good and 'fashionable'..arghh). So, as i was lying down this damned creature was hopping around and god only knows what it thought looking at my hair, hopped onto my hair. And the poor creature was TRAPPED in between the curls!!! And i, with my eyes closed was thinking my dog was pulling my hair till i actually felt my hair was 'jumping'. Alarmed by that, i flicked my hair and realised that actually it was a FROG!! And what else..I screamed my heart out and woke the whole house. And god knows how many times i washed my hair that day.
And after numerous incidents with frogs, my fear for them was diminishing as i was no longer climbing up chairs and tables at the very sight of them. But then, it happened again when i was 16 i guess. As i was studying in the kitchen at night alone, the creature was hopping around and settled nicely under my study desk. Since it was a rainy season, too much of mosquitoes were around and can't bear that, i sprayed the mosquito aerosol without thinking about the poor frog which was feasting on them. After a few minutes, i just bent down and to my horror, the frog looked sooo pathetic (actually it has always looked pathetic) and was ...COUGHING!!?? I have never seen a frog coughing (i don't really look at them closely) and it was so obvious that it was suffering and can't breathe and looked like it could die anytime. And believe me...the image of the frog gasping was soo awful ..even now i tremble thinking about it. I was so clueless that i started crying and was praying hard that it shouldn't die at least not in front of me. I was saying sorry (!) to the frog. And my brother who came in was so shocked to see me crying that he actually thought i was crying due to the difficulty of the maths question that i was attempting (i used to cry when i don't get an answer). And when i told him about what had happened, he bent down and was shocked to see the coughing frog. Knowing me, he sat down facing the frog and started describing every single gesture of the frog which made me cry more and by that time i was already trembling. Not being able to bear that, i ran to my bed and closed my eyes praying for long for the 'well-being' of the frog. And the next day, no 'corpse' was found and till today i don't know what happened to my victim.
After that, things like this was happening now and then. But i'll just move to my last encounter with frog which was 5 years ago. I was on bike with my mum pillion riding. And on our way back i just realised that i wasn't wearing my helmet, so i just casually put on my helmet without checking it properly and yeah u guessed it right...there was a little frog inside the helmet which i suppose went inside the helmet on the previous night and 'travelled' with me from home to the market. And me being ignorant as usual didn't realise that something was crawling on my head. It took me a while to realise that it was actually a frog..and what else? I freaked out and my bike almost skidded from the road and i was screaming to my mum who pulled off the helmet and 'released' the frog. And clearly she was so pissed off as i put her life at stake because of a frog. And for a week from that incident, my family never stopped raving about my 'bravery' of dealing with a frog while riding bike to whoever visiting.
Well, that's my story of frogs. My friend after presenting a lesson on frogs in the class today assigned a homework which reads "The World of Frogs". I think i have answered that question very well indeed. I'm pretty sure even after five years from now i'll still be having some weird stories about frogs as i still have some 'unfinished' business with them.
Adieu..
Even, till today frogs are my greatest fear. I think i can still maintain my composure running into a snake or a tiger but not frogs. Even, the very sight of them makes my knees go weak (doesn't have any romantic connotations). Till, now the feelings remains the same and i can't figure out whether i'm scared of them or just repulsed at them. But believe me when i say i can puke at their sight and the feeling is indescribable( i mean it's really reaaaaallllly horrible). I think i have batrachophobia (phobia of amphibians)
Since i was brought up in a village, frogs were common visitors and my mum even believed that frogs bring fortune (like mahalakshmi or whatever). And we grew up surrounded by this ugly creatures and i have no clue on how i developed a phobic of them as all the elders in my family could 'pick' the frogs from the floor and throw them outside. Even, my sister who is two years younger than me would play golf with them (No..i'm not exaggerating.. k. She would hit the frog with broom and there goes the frog flying..eeww). Despite of all the 'brave' people around me, the frogs always picked me as their victim and i just don't know why (my brother says that i have some kind of unsettled karma issues from previous birth with frogs).
The first issue (yup..there are few 'issues' with frogs) was when i think i was 6 years old. It was a morning and out of the blue, i woke up early (fateful day:p) and came out of my room and realised nobody was awake yet. So being too lazy to go back to my room, climbing the bed i decided to lie down on the floor in the kitchen. And at that time i had super curly hair( thanks to my dad who wanted to make me to look good and 'fashionable'..arghh). So, as i was lying down this damned creature was hopping around and god only knows what it thought looking at my hair, hopped onto my hair. And the poor creature was TRAPPED in between the curls!!! And i, with my eyes closed was thinking my dog was pulling my hair till i actually felt my hair was 'jumping'. Alarmed by that, i flicked my hair and realised that actually it was a FROG!! And what else..I screamed my heart out and woke the whole house. And god knows how many times i washed my hair that day.
And after numerous incidents with frogs, my fear for them was diminishing as i was no longer climbing up chairs and tables at the very sight of them. But then, it happened again when i was 16 i guess. As i was studying in the kitchen at night alone, the creature was hopping around and settled nicely under my study desk. Since it was a rainy season, too much of mosquitoes were around and can't bear that, i sprayed the mosquito aerosol without thinking about the poor frog which was feasting on them. After a few minutes, i just bent down and to my horror, the frog looked sooo pathetic (actually it has always looked pathetic) and was ...COUGHING!!?? I have never seen a frog coughing (i don't really look at them closely) and it was so obvious that it was suffering and can't breathe and looked like it could die anytime. And believe me...the image of the frog gasping was soo awful ..even now i tremble thinking about it. I was so clueless that i started crying and was praying hard that it shouldn't die at least not in front of me. I was saying sorry (!) to the frog. And my brother who came in was so shocked to see me crying that he actually thought i was crying due to the difficulty of the maths question that i was attempting (i used to cry when i don't get an answer). And when i told him about what had happened, he bent down and was shocked to see the coughing frog. Knowing me, he sat down facing the frog and started describing every single gesture of the frog which made me cry more and by that time i was already trembling. Not being able to bear that, i ran to my bed and closed my eyes praying for long for the 'well-being' of the frog. And the next day, no 'corpse' was found and till today i don't know what happened to my victim.
After that, things like this was happening now and then. But i'll just move to my last encounter with frog which was 5 years ago. I was on bike with my mum pillion riding. And on our way back i just realised that i wasn't wearing my helmet, so i just casually put on my helmet without checking it properly and yeah u guessed it right...there was a little frog inside the helmet which i suppose went inside the helmet on the previous night and 'travelled' with me from home to the market. And me being ignorant as usual didn't realise that something was crawling on my head. It took me a while to realise that it was actually a frog..and what else? I freaked out and my bike almost skidded from the road and i was screaming to my mum who pulled off the helmet and 'released' the frog. And clearly she was so pissed off as i put her life at stake because of a frog. And for a week from that incident, my family never stopped raving about my 'bravery' of dealing with a frog while riding bike to whoever visiting.
Well, that's my story of frogs. My friend after presenting a lesson on frogs in the class today assigned a homework which reads "The World of Frogs". I think i have answered that question very well indeed. I'm pretty sure even after five years from now i'll still be having some weird stories about frogs as i still have some 'unfinished' business with them.
Adieu..
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I'm Back
I'm back after a long sabbatical. Every time i enter my blog i make a promise to myself to write at least one entry a week. However, i never fulfilled that promise. It's weird that i never attempt to write blog when i'm free. In fact i'll be so free that i'll be 'roaming' around and reading others' blogs but not mine. And out of blue when i'm very busy and have things to do,i'll attempt to write a blog shelving all the works that i have to do. As for now, i have 1 assignment due in 2 days and a test tomorrow afternoon..and here I am cracking my head on what to write.May be i'm too exhausted preparing for academic things that i'm using my blog as a diversion.
Actually i just realised that i have a relatively very short span of attention and it has been gradually decreasing without me realising it. I can't do anything for long as i get bored easily. I remember when i was fascinated by arts and tried my hand at it (it's a very known fact among my friends and my art teachers that i suck at it). So i bought a drawing pad, poster colours and tried drawing. I think i never really 'produced' any drawing as i got depressed half way
and tore off 'my drawing'. Then i tried the other form of arts (like pasting leaves on a paper to create images, using matchsticks to 'create' a house..yadda..yadda..) which was short lived too. Then as i grow older, i fall in love with cross-stitch. I took initiative learning it and practised and eventually managed (!) to complete the replica of a tiny Micky Mouse but i never framed it as i shelved it once i was done with it. Recently before i came to Australia, during the long break i thought i could do it again. And mom was warning me again and again on my short-lived interests before. But i was adamant..so this time i bought a big replica of a scenery and worked on it for kinda of long. Then , eventually i finished it and again tied it in a bag and threw it somewhere in the room. And now i'm thinking of doing it again...
I think it's the same with my blogging too. I don't know when my next visit is going to be...may be when i'm having another test or assign? :p
Actually i just realised that i have a relatively very short span of attention and it has been gradually decreasing without me realising it. I can't do anything for long as i get bored easily. I remember when i was fascinated by arts and tried my hand at it (it's a very known fact among my friends and my art teachers that i suck at it). So i bought a drawing pad, poster colours and tried drawing. I think i never really 'produced' any drawing as i got depressed half way
and tore off 'my drawing'. Then i tried the other form of arts (like pasting leaves on a paper to create images, using matchsticks to 'create' a house..yadda..yadda..) which was short lived too. Then as i grow older, i fall in love with cross-stitch. I took initiative learning it and practised and eventually managed (!) to complete the replica of a tiny Micky Mouse but i never framed it as i shelved it once i was done with it. Recently before i came to Australia, during the long break i thought i could do it again. And mom was warning me again and again on my short-lived interests before. But i was adamant..so this time i bought a big replica of a scenery and worked on it for kinda of long. Then , eventually i finished it and again tied it in a bag and threw it somewhere in the room. And now i'm thinking of doing it again...
I think it's the same with my blogging too. I don't know when my next visit is going to be...may be when i'm having another test or assign? :p
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
BGM by A.R.Rahman
I have always been a great fan of A.R. Rahman not only as a Musician but also as a person for his humble view on the world. Being a good fan, i never missed any of his new compositions. Whenever his album releases, despite all the hooplas from the media, i'll always be very anxious during his album release (just worried that he'll give a mediocre album which will disappoint me). Besides his songs, i always wanted to get hold of his BGMs especially Alaipayuthe (being my fav movie), Sillunu Oru kathal, Bombay but could not get it . In fact i thought, nobody bothers about BGM of movies till recently i found a website imeem.com which hosts a vast collection of music especially BGM scores by the Mozart of Madras. Upon stumbling across the website i got so excited that i have been playing the BGMs again and again. And Guess what...My ringtones are changed to BGM scores. :p
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