Trials and Tribulations by Fire

Have you ever seen a Goonda? Well, a goonda is a person, mind you it can be a woman too, who is just chickened out at the thought of showing people their weakness. A goonda shows of his (for the time being I will consider the male version) biceps power and tries to scare people into believing that he is the best. Well, most of the times he is wrong! He is just plain scared to face his inner demons and thus he tries to mask his inner demons by acting demonish on the outside. I have seen many goondas in my life. There are educated and uneducated goondas. There are goondas with a suave tongue and sleek cars, but nevertheless they are goondas. They can be bankers, engineers or even a rikshaw-wallah. But inside they have this devillish itch to show off their "goonda-ism" to the public and try to gain that extra edge that life has somehow snatched from them. One goonda lives in my apartment. He is a lawyer. I like him so much that I have been nurturing a wish of pushing a bucket fu

I am so embarassed I cant say. My friend happened to read my blog where I had vomitted my inner most thoughts that had bubbled up! They were pure hatred put into words. Well I regret my instant writing. I do. I think I will remove the link immediately. Already I have done a lot of damage today. Guess I should keep my gab closed. Many a times we say something in a rush of adrenaline and then have to swallow our words. Today was such a day. I had to swallow my words. Well. Literally. I deleted the post. It was unfit for polite consumption. Umm..People looking for the "hate post" please forgive me. I am sorry for it. : (

Indians as a nation believe in stones, statues and trees more than oxygen-breathing people. They have this trust on non-existent powers and charlatans. I dont want to fight the belief system. I do believe that people have a great love for temples and gods, be it the smallest of stone shaped like a Nag under a Banyan tree or a statue trying to consume milk! The people at Aavin can probably sign up Pillayar as a brand ambassador, maybe ;) This blog is about belief-systems, temples and Gods. One of the greatest belief-systems plaguing Chennai is Astrologers. A dime a dozen, they are everywhere. Especially in Mylapore! I have seen Astrologers, Nadi Josiars, Temple priests doubling as sooth sayers and more. Some of them are charlatans and some are true to their professions. I am not saying all of them are dishonest. But some of them are. Take the case of one Mr. Shastry. Mr. Shastry must be in his 80s, a toothless grin, a self-satisfied stance, and a rudraksha mala to complete the effect. H

Love - An oft misquoted term, which simply means a plethora of misplaced hormones going into overdrive. A strong feeling of magnetism that tries to pull two confused beings into a bubble, which tricks them into a false sense of joy and serenity. Love, is a shortlived emotion. Let it rest! Love, that springs from the bottom of the heart when a week-old baby gurgles at you, has a longer life than the hormonal surge. I am not talking about honey-sweet emotions connected with mothers, siblings and flowers, puppies etc. I am not even talking about the babies sleeping on bathtowels, like those in a Anne Geddes card. I am talking about the bonding between two unsuspecting people, who are unable to behave rationally once they are "bitten" by the love bug. Why I chose to call it a bug, is that once you are bitten, you become devoid of rational thought and behaviour. You tend to forget things, as your hard disk is on an overdrive trying to store images of your beloved! If only you coul

The blog title might look a bit local but the content I am going to write is certainly not. This thing has happened to many of us and happens everywhere, irrespective of the industry and fields. An omnipresent phenomenon... I choose to add humor to this and I am naming my perpetrators, Chinna Aunty and Periya Aunty For the non-Tamils, this literally means Small Aunty and Big Aunty {Chinna Papa and Periya Papa is a sordid tale of a mother-in-law and a daughter-in-law pair that wrecks havoc on poor unsuspecting audience!} My sordid saga, starts at this place called Jivraj Palace...My work place...OK I have changed the name..so that I dont end up paying moolah to any idiot who chooses to feel bad that I let their secrets out in a public blog! For God's sake, whatever happened to words like Friendship, forever friends and honesty etc... Are they simply words and should remain within the confines of a dictionary? Well well, by the looks of it, certainly seems that the world as I have se

I just happened to chat with a friend, from Orkut. Something that started only as a timepass has become something good..something to look forward to... I am very optimistic of everything...Dunno if this is a bad habit...or something to be scared of...I never let anything go..lets c... Habit is a horrid thing...It makes you cringe whenever you do the rote things..on and on...and on...

Have you ever seen a woman driving in Chennai and still be sane? I am just being modest when I say, being sane! Chennaiites are renowned for their offbeat abusives when it comes to treating their fellow road-mates. Believe me, I have heard a lot of the un-parliamentary words in the past 3-4 years I have been a resident of this city. Chennai as a city is very orthodox and claims that it is a very safe city. Safe it is. But when nobody ventures out after 9 out of their coccoons,where the hell will they find any trouble. Unless trouble is lurking anywhere near their bedrooms or outside their homes. Only then. Coming back to the topic, women who brave the dare-devils on the Chennai roads should be given the President's award for bravery. They do need recognition for the fact that they are doing a commendable job of not getting home with a broken limb or missing eye, courtsey, one of the high flying bikers who think they are heroes aka Rajnikant! Chennai as a city is very rude on the ro

Hia all, I got the below mail as a forward. Sharing with all of you. Do take necessary actions! - NK I'm sure many of you might have watched the recent taping of the Oprah Winfrey show in Chicago where her guest was Tommy Hilfiger. On the show, she asked him if the statements about race he was accused of saying were true. Statements like"..."If I'd known African-Americans, Hispanics, Jewish and Asians would buy my clothes, I WOULD NOT have made them so nice. I Wish these people would *NOT* buy my clothes, as they are made for upper class white people." His answer to Oprah was a simple "YES". Where after she immediately asked him to leave her show. Suggestion? Don't buy your next shirt or perfume from Tommy Hilfiger. Let's give him what he asked for. Let's not buy his clothes, let's put Him in a financial state where he himself will not be able to afford the ridiculous prices he puts on his clothes. If we are small, then send it to the w

Fida, a movie that really touched me. I simply adore the songs. "Maine jisko chaha mil gaya.." An amazing rendition...The beats are too good. Listening to it. Now. Today there was a kid in the office. Kids are totally out of the league of right wrong or formality etc. They are simply..kids..They never bother to be nice or try to appear happy when they are a bit upset or vice versa... The child got a chocolate from an "aunty," but she was not ready to share the chocolate with another aunty. She simply shook her pretty head and evoked roaring laughter from all of us! So much for aksing for a choc....haaahaa... Personally, never been comfortable around kids. Dunno why. Maybe it has to do something with a childhood cause. Or it is a fear of rejection! Who knows!

The breed more popularly called the "auto-karans" are some force to reckon with. Getting an auto in Chennai is a feat needing mastery. Total mastery. You have to be standing on the right side of the road to be able to reach your destination. Say, if you want to go from Adyar to Nandanam, you cannot commit blasphemy and stand on the wrong side of the road. You will be charged with a smirk and a scowl, and you will have to part with an extra 10 rupees. In all probability, the distance would not even demand such a huge fare of Rs. 40. If lady luck is smiling at you, you might even get an autowallah who would drop you at your place for a meagre Rs. 30! Guess, I need to appease all the gods so that when I step out of my cozy coccoon, I get an auto and the auto-karan who does not have the sole goal in his life of reducing my bank balance. My dad, is a real smart guy. He never succumbs to the temptation of hopping into the awkward looking vehicle, the auto. He prefers the much bigge