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'fashion conscious' is something i have never been, but the other day when i was watching the promos of the ongoing "Lakme Fashion Week', i wondered if i ever lost out on not being so 'fashion conscious'... i mean just take a look at those clothes! lots of celebs just sit there and cheer their favourite designers and are they really worth all the moolah they receive...
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even the sight of the huge crowd outside my house could not convince my unconvinced footsteps of the inevitable truth that loomed large... my feet stopped right near the door to the most shocking sight... a man as active and boisterous as ramesh ettan lay lifeless in a glass coffin with a wreath on top... i was bewildered as i watched a disoriented prasidha trying to caress his face... she broke down on seeing me and holding my hand wondered what worse was left to happen...
death is the ultimate reality that we all want to run away from... i sat in the kitchen all alone unable to hold back my tears and ran through all of his memories as if it were a slide show... the day i set foot in the Marar household for the first time, the day i saw an aggressive and stubborn ramesh ettan who held no regard for even his parents feelings, the day unni and i felt that staying separate would be the best way to be happy, the day we left for calicut and the day we came to chennai to meet and frail and ailing ramesh ettan who never even dreamt that he would die the following week...
his death still remains to be acknowledged... not only by his siblings, his wife and parents, but also by his one year old son who still strays into his room looking for his dad whom he used to greet every morning...
though i repentantly accept the fact that he wasnt someone i would like to even share a joke with, am amazingly taken aback by the fact that i miss him... like marar acchan puts it... however stubborn and short tempered he was, he was always adorable...
i'll always pray for you ramesh ettan.. wherever u are, we'll terribly miss u......Current Mood:  sad |
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Feb. 3rd, 2004 @ 07:04 pm
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i'd never thought i'd have any introspective experiences in chennai.. nevertheless, my cynical mind decided to get upbeat... just a day at my sis-in-laws place helped change my sorta pessimistic approach to life...
after a long walk with my niece and my sister-in-law as well as a massive manhunt for a CD Rental shop, i was more than willing to seek out any other alternatives rather than watching a drab old CD at her place... thats when Mrs Acharya came along on her scooty.. she smiled at us and then went on to talk to chechi.. even as her son started pulling down every other biscuit packet on the shop's rack, her agonising screams went on deaf ears... i couldn't help but smile, and she plainly retorted "he's sooo naughty, u know.. by the way, in case ur looking for some entertaining CDs, u can come over to my place... ankit has lots of Tom & Jerry CDs.. u can take all of them if u want"... what more could my niece ask for.. she immediately agreed...
while we walked back home, chechi left me stunned.... Mrs Acharya was a widow and had lost her husband just 8 months back.. he had died in an ambush with militants in the Kashmir valley and she was to visit jodhpur to collect a 'Gallantry Award' in his honour.. i was too dazed to react... and staggered to realise how strong she was... she had lost her mother a month after her she lost her husband.. her father had died when she was a kid and now she had to live with the fact that her son was born deaf... she had no one but her son for support now...
though my spineless conscience was in no mood to meet her later at her place, i reluctantly agreed to collect the CDs from there... the house was tastefully done with a paradoxical layout... a hymn on Guruvayoorappan filled the air while a Cross hung on the adjacent wall... the walls screamed of memories of her good ol'days with her husband.. yet, she stayed calm and composed...
and thats when my conscience pricked me, on and off... how ridiculous and unreasonable i had been... i couldnt handle even the smallest of disappointments... unni still laughs at the way i bawled when i realised that i had not got the job i so badly desired... "wait for the right time sweetie, all that happens, happens for the best".. yet, i snubbed him for his ever-so-cool attitude... well, now i feel i have a lot to learn from others experiences... if i have been through lots of ups and downs, others may have been through worse situations... God, when will i grow up?????Current Mood:  hopeful |
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Former US Weapons Inspector, David Kay, held a press meeting of sorts, addressing the visibly embarassed americans about his so called 'Weapons Inspection' in a war battered Iraq...
Result: The Inspector returns empty handed as he 'fails miserably' to find even a single weapon that could destroy the world...
and Mr Kay can't stop explaining as to how disgusted he was about the entire outrageous Iraq episode and therefore decided to quit for good... he probably wants to enter heaven when he dies, with a clean and unblemished soul..
wonder when Mr. Bush will learn? as someone rightly said.. "Vinaash kaale, vipreet buddhi'Current Mood:  apathetic |
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it took me some time to accept this, but i cant help saying this.....
THIS WORLD IS FULL OF NINCOMPOOPS!!!!!!!!!!! why cant people just live and let live???????Current Mood:  annoyed |
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After a week of snapping around and grumpy faces, it felt like something had made my day.... a rendez-vous with Tracmail was all that was needed... a walk through the long corridors and some nostalgia of our good-old webhelp days...
a long chat with Sim, a little leg-pulling with Senti and a surprise from Amy, Jehan, Vikas and Varun.... sigh.... if only things could be the same always... but then, we all know....
"if there's one thing thats CONSTANT, then its CHANGE"
Jul. 15th, 2003 @ 05:13 pm
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This is what some irrational being posted as a reply (suggestions rather) on my dear journal entries......
"Now I totally get a glance of your story.Now I realize the security quote.That should be about your child's security,you and B.V is talking about.Now you took correct descion leaving your child somewhere in a secure place.Why did n't you ask B.v to keep your daughter,There is some one who is always ready to care about anybody's child,in return nothing expected,that is just because,some one knows the feelings of emptineess,when you have no child."
take my kind advice..... in case u need some place to relieve urself of your so called heartbreaker one-liners, why dont u create an account for urself.... i'd be more than glad to post my soothing replies on it..... and secondly, please do not take the trouble of typing unnecessary opinions of urs especially abt a person's past whom u know absolutely nothing abt..... i've taken enough of ur *shit* with ur replies flooding my journal and my email, so before i present u with any of *mine*.... stop ur f***ing activity and ur sick english.....
HOPE AM CLEAR ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!
May. 21st, 2003 @ 11:37 am
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kasa kaay... bara haay... am in mumbai !! :)
Feb. 19th, 2003 @ 09:16 pm
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"yeh tera ghar, yeh mera ghar,
kisiko dekhna ho gar,
to pehle aake maang le,
teri nazar, meri nazar"....
Sep. 17th, 2002 @ 08:16 pm
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someone says 'u girls think too much'... probably this is what u get for trying to save someone's humility... that was when i realised how my sensitivity to my own needs had barred my own happiness... i should probably teach my heart to be more insensitive... wonder how that would be like....
Aug. 8th, 2002 @ 05:09 pm
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