He - "Why are you so silent these days?"
She - "Why? Are you scared of silence?"
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Monday, July 24, 2006
Friday, July 14, 2006
I’ve lost faith in Malayalam movies after watching the recent Dileep flick – Chess. God knows what made the producer fund such a movie. Absolutely nothing new. Except for Dileep’s antics as a budding action hero. The only thing that was slightly entertaining was to hear the Tamilian police officer speak mallu :)
In a nutshell, if someone offers you unlimited popcorn and free passes to the movie, don’t hesistate - run in the other direction.
What is happening to the Mallu film industry? Other than Thanmathra, I can’t remember a single mallu movie that I can admit that I really liked in the past two years.
Are my expectations growing out of hand, or do you feel the same way too?
If I have missed out any good mallu movie released in the last 2 years, let me know. Would love to watch them.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Friday, July 07, 2006
Especially because of the things you get to hear.
”Oh my Priyakutti, the saari you are wearing is so gorgeous. You look picture perfect.”
Well after a tiring all night bus journey home which ensured that all my bones got a good jostle, I don't know which picture she was talking about. But yes, compliments are always welcome. Thank you aunty.
”Hey, nice colour your saari has. Where from dear?”At this point, my mother proudly pitches in.
”This is the latest in design. I told the shopkeeper I want nothing but the latest in design for my daughter. See all the threadwork. Here and here and here too. And it doesn't come any cheap. Well if you ask me for the price, I'd have to say that 5K won't be enough to get one of these babies…..”My dear mom!!! Why do you think the most expensive would always be the best? And whatever gave you the idea that a saari with windows on it and diamond-look-alike stones stuck on it would be something your daughter would like? And why should weddings be an occasion where you have to splurge so much on what you wear? Let the bride and groom take care of that. Well, they already do!
”Hey, here's the heroine of the family. Heard you passed out of IIM and all. Midukki. But dear, you are not getting any younger. Next time I come down here, it should be for your wedding. Okie? Come on, and promise me.”
I have nothing but a sheepish smile to give for that.
”I am already so old Priya. I don't know how long I am gonna be alive. Why don't you get married soon so that I can attend one more wedding? Promise that to this granny. It's my dying wish.”
Now if this isn't blackmailing, what is?!!
”Oh molu, look at the groom, he is so fair and so handsome, no? We'll find you someone like that or maybe even better, nothing but the best for Priyakutty.”
Thank you. But I like them dark and a little ugly auntyji.
Why oh why are always fair and chikna men considered the best? Why can't they say we'll find you a smarter guy. Why do people think that “a handsome guy + very fair girl = blissfully married couple”?
But then I love these occasions that happen once in a blue moon that gets my entire family under one roof. All ages, all sizes and all shapes and all kinds – all of them unique.
More than anything I just love the next generation in my family. Cousins whom I have played house house with a zillion times, cousins who have bit me so hard and made me cry for hours together, cousins who have played horrible pranks on me, cousins whom I have scared during power cuts using a torch and my long hair to maximum effect, cousins for whom I would wait longingly for every summer vacation, cousins whom I love very very much......
Suddenly realised that those have become things of past now. Sweet memories that will be talked about or just silently remembered and sighed upon on such occasions.
I have faith in this generation. They are bold, they are smart and they are go-getters. The little kids whom I have seen running around in chaddis chasing their HotWheels, talk nothing but stuff ranging from latest mobiles and high-end lappies to guys and gals and philosophy and career and life.
I realised they are also growing up with me and are getting better day by day.
And of course, they have the best of everything too.
Including a sister like me :)
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
There once was an oyster whose story I tell,
Who found that some sand had got into his shell.
It was only a grain, but it gave him great pain
For oysters have feelings although they're so plain.
Now, did he berate the harsh workings of fate
that brought him to such a deplorable state?
Did he curse at the government, cry for election,
And claim that the sea should have given him protection?
No- he said to himself as he lay on a shell,
Since I cannot remove it I shall try to improve it.
Now the years have rolled around, as the years always do.
And he came to his ultimate destiny: stew.
And the small grain of sand that had bothered him so
Was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow.
Now the tale has a moral, for isn't it grand
What an oyster can do with a morsel of sand?
What couldn't we do if we'd only begin
with some of the things that get under our skin?