We used the cell a year ago for some important purposes and began again this New Year. What was initially thought as a nuisance, by me, now has become an extension of my arm.
IT IS AN OBSESSION, I declare.
Oh god… you must hear my grand father YELL at me when I keep messaging people throughout the day.
It goes like this…(ha at last I’ve got off my writer’s block and am continuing in my natural style!!!Yipee!)
Place:Early morning… around 5:45 a.m.
Scene: The Living Room… near the landline, in a pink( yes Prabz… if you were wondering, why everything associated with me is pink… well you are wondering right!Its SUCH a ‘girly’ colour and I’m in love with it outright!!!) yeah… in a pink cute cell holder that my friend Vani gifted, the 10 cm wonder lies sleeping. I go, pick it up tenderly, with immense affection and reverence… “my dear dear thing, wake up,” I slowly make it rise. It rises and flashes…
“Sandy and Swe” (Coz that’s our welcome name)
INA Airtel( I prefer Hutch but got Airtel for heavens know why!!!)
Anne( That’s my profile.Actually, this is my mom’s cell but well, me and my sis are the meddlers!!!What are kids for anyways?)
Then begins… ‘ NA NA NA NAA NA NAA NAA;NAA NA NAA NAA NA NAA NAA NA NAA…”
(If you were wondering what that was, well supposed to be Mouna Ragam tune which happens to be today’s message tone. You see, I change it every day…er… every other second, much to my mom’s annoyance)
1 message received.
2…
3…
6…
Oh… it goes on from the time I switch it on.
Reason? My classmates and I LOVE messaging each other. We clear our doubts over SMS. We girls decide if it’s safe enough to wear jeans or ,in other words, if our seniors will come.( Hush… Ragging is prohibited across Chennai colleges. But ‘ORIENTATION’ is fine!!!)
Call it whatever you want… Short Messaging service or Smart Messaging Service( as I call it!)… rules the world.
From “Hey I am home…” on normal days to “Overa?How many chapters left? I AM FREAKING!!!Aiyo examsai yaar avadhu oyichu kattunga.Paagal ho rahi hoon main ITNA padke.” on exam days, our SMSes carry all possible things on the planet.Add to this my duty… ok, nobody allotted this to me,I took it up myself… to send riddles everyday to a select 5( coz the others majorly yell if I send it to them) and bingo, you guessed it right, I’m messaging almost 24/7.
Ok… not SO bad, but yes…BAD.
Forwards, picture messages, reminders for pending work, requests, pleadings, scoldings, screamings, wishes etc… phew my hands are full!!!(Yeah, how else would it be if you manage to eat and message and read for your exams SIMULTANEOUSLY?)
Ring tones…ah man’s gift to man. I’m this crazy ring tone fan. Sadly at the same time, I get VERRRY attached to the old ones and it breaks my heart to replace them. For a whole SIX months, I refused to replace our collection of ‘Ennakoru Girlfriend’, ‘Mouna Raagam’, ‘Mission Impossible’, ‘Ennai Konjam Matri’, ‘Uyirin Uyire’, “Airtel’ and ‘Minnale’.
Then somehow, my cousin and my sister convinced me and I replaced ‘Girlfriend’, ‘Ennai…’, ‘Uyirin’ with ‘Yun Hi Chala’, ‘Backstreet Boys-Get Down’ and ‘Punnagai Mannan’. (Plans for getting ‘Main aisa Kyoon hoon’, ‘Pehla Nashaa’ are playing on my mind.)
Ah… it’s so nice to hear that minute thing- buzz, beep, sing and vibrate to bring a dear one’s distant voice or a frantic friend’s call.
MOUNA RAGAM…
No…I’m not drifting off into writing about that immortal movie, but talking about how, most of the times, our cell drifts off into ‘Mouna Ragam’.
SILENT MODE,silly!
Yeah… ppl in the house get irritated( with a capital I) when my friends message to ask me how much I’ve finished in my design workshop or what more of the portions is left to be studied.So the poor lovely grey NOKIA 3315 stays quiet and calm and quivers… oh so slightly… to announce the arrival of a message.
It is a blessing and a bane. Many a times, I’ve missed calls because of that. But,it’s ok, as long as I’m not given a ‘SWITCH OFF THE DARNED THING.IT”S A NUISANCE’ screaming.
Jokes… Ha I simply love the nice and insulting ones. Chain messages… I religiously send it to ALL.
It’s fun… using the cell. It connects you with every one. It’s just a button away… call, receive, message, play and simply go haywire. And the last one is exactly what I go. From the second I come home till the second before I switch it off, the cell keeps me busy or rather…I keep my cell busy.
Its such a nice world out there… a fast-paced one,yes… but still a nice dear one, that I NEVER wanna let go.
Ok… b4 I go, I jus thot I shld share my fav SMSes wid u all.
Here gos…
“Koi aankhon aankhon se baat karleta hain
Koi ankhon ankhon mein mulaqat karleta hai,
Bada mushkil hota hain jawaab dena,
Jab koi khamosh rehkar sawaal kar leta hain.”
U need joy
MAIN HOON NA
U need a friend
MAIN HOON NA
U need peace
MAIN HOON NA
U need help
MAIN HOON NA
U need cash
HUM AAPKE HAIN KAUN?
A professor wrote…” woman without her man is nothing”, and asked students to punctuate it correctly.
Boys wrote:
“Woman, without her man, is nothing.”
Girls wrote:
“Woman!Without her, man is nothing.”
LOL
Don’t Drink and drive…U might hit a bump and spill ur drink…
Pledge of Boys:-
India is our nation…
Girls r our destination…
Dating is our occupation…
Flirting is our profession…
And to hell wid education…
Ifyou feel a little dizzy, a lot bored, a little sick, all lost, a little sad, I think I know wats wrong.
U r suffering from a lack of
VITAMIN ‘ME’
When you feel alone, just look at the spaces between ur fingers…
Remember in those spaces, u would find my fingers locked with urs forever.
The Human brain is the most outstanding thing-
It functions 24 hrs, 365 days…
It fns right 4m the time u r born…
UNTIL YOU FALL IN LOVE!!!
Ah… I have more… but whattu do… somebody is calling me.
Tata…
Beep beep!!!
January 21, 2005
ART APPRECIATION…
We, the lucky ones who do Architecture, get to read a subject called ‘Art Appreciation’,sadly, for just one semester.
And… oh that one semester is gone and over… no more of that splendid subject called Art Appreciation!
So guys, I decided I would blog on it…
Art Appreciation deals with the various forms of art, i.e. visual and temporal art- its sub sections- painting, theatre, music, dance, architecture, etc.
We learn about the origin of art- from the Magdalenian Cave Art ( no… no connection with the Mary Magdalene of The Da Vinci Code) , Indus Valley Art, etc.We also travel behind time, to know about the Art movements that arouse and sunk. We learn a bit about contemporary artists too.
The works of renowned artists also come under our area of study. We get to know the nuances behind the works that art aficionados keep talking about. Da Vinci, Picasso, Michaelangelo, et al… we get to know the history of their lives and works.You’ll find out that you, personally, may not like a Vinci’s works at all! Personally, I am not a Picasso fan and like only his ‘Guernica’. My personal favourite…Salvador Dali’s ‘Persistence of Memory’- Surrealism
Da Vinci’s works,
Edvard Munch’s ‘The Scream’- Expressionism
The Platform Piece by Kevin Artherton( in the Brixton Railway station)- Statuary
M.F.Hussain’s ‘Ganesha’ series
The Bronze Nataraja statue
An interesting and arresting subject, I bid adieu to day before yesterday. *sigh*
And… oh that one semester is gone and over… no more of that splendid subject called Art Appreciation!
So guys, I decided I would blog on it…
Art Appreciation deals with the various forms of art, i.e. visual and temporal art- its sub sections- painting, theatre, music, dance, architecture, etc.
We learn about the origin of art- from the Magdalenian Cave Art ( no… no connection with the Mary Magdalene of The Da Vinci Code) , Indus Valley Art, etc.We also travel behind time, to know about the Art movements that arouse and sunk. We learn a bit about contemporary artists too.
The works of renowned artists also come under our area of study. We get to know the nuances behind the works that art aficionados keep talking about. Da Vinci, Picasso, Michaelangelo, et al… we get to know the history of their lives and works.You’ll find out that you, personally, may not like a Vinci’s works at all! Personally, I am not a Picasso fan and like only his ‘Guernica’. My personal favourite…Salvador Dali’s ‘Persistence of Memory’- Surrealism
Da Vinci’s works,
Edvard Munch’s ‘The Scream’- Expressionism
The Platform Piece by Kevin Artherton( in the Brixton Railway station)- Statuary
M.F.Hussain’s ‘Ganesha’ series
The Bronze Nataraja statue
An interesting and arresting subject, I bid adieu to day before yesterday. *sigh*
January 18, 2005
The day of deadly disaster
Hey...This is my sister's poem to all the Tsunami victims. Her name is Swetha Ramachandran and she's doing her eighth standard.
The day of deadly disaster...
Coming like innocent tides,
From the vast sea you emerged,
Without stopping you surged,
Taking away thousands of lives.
Thought you would wash their legs,
But you washed away their lives,
Before they knew you were no more innocent tides,
Which wrecked their lives?
The day of deadly disaster...
Coming like innocent tides,
From the vast sea you emerged,
Without stopping you surged,
Taking away thousands of lives.
Thought you would wash their legs,
But you washed away their lives,
Before they knew you were no more innocent tides,
Which wrecked their lives?
Morning 'ROW'Ga
Many mornings, on my way to college, I chance upon a boat on Cooum\ Koovam- Chennai’s ‘unforgettable’ river, the part that flows below the Adyar flyover.
Amid all the stench, I really don’t understand how he could ‘row, row, row his boat’?
It makes a beautiful picture though. The grey(or is it the blackest of blacks?) waters flowing below are transformed almost golden by the early sun and the man and his boat are silhouetted against it!
With such a dexterity he rows, pushing back the oars with his might, creating little ripples on the dirty water.
It…strangely…gives me hope, an ungrounded confidence that the day that comes is full of promises. It makes me believe that humanity has it in itself to stretch to achieve.
If amid all the stink…the stink that tortures your nose for five minutes even after you leave its place of origin, this man could comfortably row his boat, then we are nowhere behind in possessing the endurance to overcome the odds.
Yes people… there’s still hope in life and strength in you and I… just grin and bear awhile. Pain passes…
Amid all the stench, I really don’t understand how he could ‘row, row, row his boat’?
It makes a beautiful picture though. The grey(or is it the blackest of blacks?) waters flowing below are transformed almost golden by the early sun and the man and his boat are silhouetted against it!
With such a dexterity he rows, pushing back the oars with his might, creating little ripples on the dirty water.
It…strangely…gives me hope, an ungrounded confidence that the day that comes is full of promises. It makes me believe that humanity has it in itself to stretch to achieve.
If amid all the stink…the stink that tortures your nose for five minutes even after you leave its place of origin, this man could comfortably row his boat, then we are nowhere behind in possessing the endurance to overcome the odds.
Yes people… there’s still hope in life and strength in you and I… just grin and bear awhile. Pain passes…
January 16, 2005
ARCH and I
Recently a few friends of mine and I went for a building construction site visit.Being architecture students, we need to document the whole process of construction of a building for our materials and construction subject.
Since the building process takes about half/one year depending upon the no. of floors, availability of materials, labour, etc, we have decided to visit more than one site for the purpose.
Our first site was in Ashok Nagar- a flat of two blocks with 2 floors each. When I stepped on the site( finished only till the basement level), some out-of-the-world feeling seized me.
For the first time, I realized, I am to be- an architect. From mere nothing, I shall one day build marvelous structures. I’ll design,plan and watch it grow inch by inch.
Oh… I realized how much of satisfaction it will be, to see your dream-project executed,your creation created or why… your ‘baby’ fully grown and standing shiny, elegant and beautiful- justwhat you always wanted itto look like!
Ah… I just can’t wait for the end of these five years…
Sandhya Ramachandran B.Arch
AHA!!!
Since the building process takes about half/one year depending upon the no. of floors, availability of materials, labour, etc, we have decided to visit more than one site for the purpose.
Our first site was in Ashok Nagar- a flat of two blocks with 2 floors each. When I stepped on the site( finished only till the basement level), some out-of-the-world feeling seized me.
For the first time, I realized, I am to be- an architect. From mere nothing, I shall one day build marvelous structures. I’ll design,plan and watch it grow inch by inch.
Oh… I realized how much of satisfaction it will be, to see your dream-project executed,your creation created or why… your ‘baby’ fully grown and standing shiny, elegant and beautiful- justwhat you always wanted itto look like!
Ah… I just can’t wait for the end of these five years…
Sandhya Ramachandran B.Arch
AHA!!!
In Pursuit of the khewl/cool…
(with sincere thanks to my dear friends Nanditha and Abishek for giving me the idea)
So first things first…
What is khewl? It’s that phenomenon that seems to be ‘in’, ‘hot’ and ‘happening’.
For instance- piercing a hole below your lip or getting a tattoo done on heaven knows where.
People, in pursuit of the cool, according to my opinion, turn up very very uncool. Ok, there’s nothing wrong if you try to be one in the happening crowd. Every human does that. Everyone needs to be a part of the crowd. Seclusion is definitely not any youngster’s cuppa tea.
But then… there’s a limit. Risks and dangers are associated with these innumerable piercings and tattooing and if, not followed, may not have a happy result.
Peer pressure plays an important role in a modern day youth’s life. Agreed that friends are heavens’ gift of siblings we never had. Doesn’t that then mean that these friends should not force somebody else to take up drugs, smoking or drinking? Lots of the wrecks emerging these days are from the college- going crowd. They lose their identity, self-respect, ambitions, dreams and themselves in their pursuit of being THE guy/girl I the college.
People need to understand that someone who forces or thrusts something on you was neveryour friend and never will be. The one who understands your life-style and accepts you as you are is the friend you are looking out for.
We can be cool in a million other ways too. Be someone whom everyone looks out for in times of trouble, be the first one to go the extra mile, make sure people around you are always happy. Oh aren’t these assets to your personality? And don’t these make you popular too?
Be cool but see that you do not become cool in exchange to your respect, morals and ethics. That, my dear friends, was never cool and will never be!!!
So first things first…
What is khewl? It’s that phenomenon that seems to be ‘in’, ‘hot’ and ‘happening’.
For instance- piercing a hole below your lip or getting a tattoo done on heaven knows where.
People, in pursuit of the cool, according to my opinion, turn up very very uncool. Ok, there’s nothing wrong if you try to be one in the happening crowd. Every human does that. Everyone needs to be a part of the crowd. Seclusion is definitely not any youngster’s cuppa tea.
But then… there’s a limit. Risks and dangers are associated with these innumerable piercings and tattooing and if, not followed, may not have a happy result.
Peer pressure plays an important role in a modern day youth’s life. Agreed that friends are heavens’ gift of siblings we never had. Doesn’t that then mean that these friends should not force somebody else to take up drugs, smoking or drinking? Lots of the wrecks emerging these days are from the college- going crowd. They lose their identity, self-respect, ambitions, dreams and themselves in their pursuit of being THE guy/girl I the college.
People need to understand that someone who forces or thrusts something on you was neveryour friend and never will be. The one who understands your life-style and accepts you as you are is the friend you are looking out for.
We can be cool in a million other ways too. Be someone whom everyone looks out for in times of trouble, be the first one to go the extra mile, make sure people around you are always happy. Oh aren’t these assets to your personality? And don’t these make you popular too?
Be cool but see that you do not become cool in exchange to your respect, morals and ethics. That, my dear friends, was never cool and will never be!!!
January 08, 2005
ANEW…AFRESH…AHOPE…
Oh! How dead and stale is Life.
Past was sprouting with beauty.
The present seems dull and dark.
All that stretches ahead in future,
Seems to hold no light, no spark!
How dull, drab, uninteresting!
How spiceless, how void!
Life just seems a stretch of days,
Of happiness-devoid!
Suddenly a kite emerges,
Out of the fluffy white clouds
Struggling with the gushing wind,
Against all odds –fighting it out!
A riot of colours dancing in the air,
Splotched in beauty and full of dare,
Courage, attitude and strength of mind,
All and more in it did I find.
Oh! Being alive did I not know,
Courage and perseverance-how to show!
It took a little kite to teach me,
“Life is tough-fight it with glee!”
Past was sprouting with beauty.
The present seems dull and dark.
All that stretches ahead in future,
Seems to hold no light, no spark!
How dull, drab, uninteresting!
How spiceless, how void!
Life just seems a stretch of days,
Of happiness-devoid!
Suddenly a kite emerges,
Out of the fluffy white clouds
Struggling with the gushing wind,
Against all odds –fighting it out!
A riot of colours dancing in the air,
Splotched in beauty and full of dare,
Courage, attitude and strength of mind,
All and more in it did I find.
Oh! Being alive did I not know,
Courage and perseverance-how to show!
It took a little kite to teach me,
“Life is tough-fight it with glee!”
January 01, 2005
NEW YEAR DAWNS...
Wish you all a very happy New Year
MAy the new year herald in New joy and Prosperity
MAy the new year herald in New joy and Prosperity
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