You hav got mail. And its nly spam!

When I was in Delhi, I used to write letters frequently to one of my brothers in Chennai. I have saved up all the letters which I got, right from when I was in class 6th to 10th !! We used to write regularly to each other, discussing all sorts of nonsense! My mom used to joke that I used to write ramayana and he used to write mahabharat. All our letters used to be so long! But ever since I came to Chennai, no one writes letter to me :( I still tell my brother that I miss receiving letters. And he jokes that I can still write him letters but should not expect any replies in return. After coming here, the only letter I got was from my close friend, who is still in touch with me. That letter was 9 pages long!!!! Ya, I did get one more letter from another of my close friend. But her hand writing would be just like a doctors handwriting. In fact, sometimes she wont be able to recognise her own writing.

Her writing would be somewhat near to the below one. Or wait.. I think even worse..

Ok fine whatever! The point is I still have not read the letter since I don't have that much talent to understand it. But I miss her. She is an absolute gem!!

The tradition of taking up a white sheet (it could be even coloured!! not a big deal), a pen and pondering over what all to write and penning it down has gone!!!

Nowadays no one has any time to even e-mail!! Though everyone have an e-mail to their name. Everytime I open my mail box, I am greeted by junk mails, idiotic forwards and spam mails! My another friend in Delhi has one good reason for not writing a letter! She states that there is not even a single postbox near her locality and she has to pester her dad or brother to post it, who eventually forget about the letter once they put in the pocket. Once I got her diwali wishes at the time of Christmas!! So you can imagine the scene. Eventually I never believed her excuse untill I got that particular letter. So nowadays I save her the trouble of writing and posting the letters by simply making one STD call. Our generation finds it amusing that once upon a time, there used to be pigeon mails. But at this rate, our next generation will find handwritten letters and post boxes as amusing !!!

Tata.. Goodbye.. C ya.. I won't miss you.

Warning : Very Very long post!

Yeah! That was my exact reaction day before yesterday. And those farewells were to moi ex-phone *A wide smile on my phone showing all my teeth*. Finally, I got my new phone. So I am going to dedicate this post of mine to the terrible Samsung phone. Now what was the model no?! Even after being its owner for one and half years (actually more than that but I seriously don't remember the time) and even after getting tortured by it so much (No typing mistake. I didn't torture it. It was the other way round) I really am not able to remember the model no.

I got my first phone during the end of my first semester in the college. Till then I didn't had any hopes of buying a mobile since my parents didnt had any idea to get me one. But on one fateful night, thanks to Chennai traffic, I reached home very late. I had gone to Nandhini's house to work on one project and by the time I got bus back to home, it was quite late. And since I didn't own any phone, there was no communication with my parents at all during the travelling time. They freaked out and the very next day my mom (with a dejected look on her face) came with me to the nearby mobile shop near our house and got me Nokia 1600.

Our relationship was going quite strong until my dad eyed it and exchanged his phone with me. He gave me his Nokia to me. Now don't ask me the model no. But it was a very very old phone. Nokia has stopped its manufacturing long back. It was a basic phone with a big phone memory and the keypads as strong as Flintstones house!! Infact I dreaded touching my phone every time I used to get a msg in it. After few days of using it, my fingers started complaining and were always covered in bandages. I think you would have got an idea. And one fine day, it's display broke due to some reasons! So, again my mom (again with the same dejected look) came with me to the same shop and got me Samsung X210 (I googled now to find out the model no)

I still don't know why I got that phone. Actually I didn't had any choice. At that time mom didn't had any time to explore other shops and other phones and she gave me a mere budget of 4k! And only this phone suited her.

Till now I kept my mouth shut and bared all the tortures. But recently few keys in my phone stopped cooperating. No one, apart from me, was able to even accept a call with that keypad, leave alone typing one simple msg!!! From a very long time, I had an eye on Sony Ericsson walkman series. So after lots of convincing, cajoling, demanding and begging sessions with my parents, I finally got myself a Sony Ericsson W660i. That too with my hard earned money * again a wide grin*

I actually was in love with W810i and always wanted to buy that phone only. But unfortunately they stopped its manufacturing also :( :( :( *sniff sniff* After torturing the salesperson in about 9 shops, I finally convinced my mind to short list this one at one sony ericsson showroom (Though I don’t like the look of this phone that much)

So this is my advice to you ppl that please don’t go in for Samsung phones! At least that particular phone, otherwise you will also end up dedicating one post in your blog grumbling about your misfortune!!

And I know its late!! But still " HAPPY DIWALI" to all of you. Hope everyone had a safe diwali !!!! ;)

Moi doodlings # 1

One of my hobbies is painting. I am not going to say that I am a very good artist. I just sketch and paint, whenever I am bored. Though I don't like this painting of mine, I just put it cos I don't know on what should I blog right now. Will put up some more better paintings of mine soon!!! :)

I am far better than 'em.

I still remember the time ( some 9 years back) when my sister kicked me in her sleep and which resulted in myself falling down from the bed. The reason behind her well aimed kick in the sleep was the blanket ( Actually it was me but I would rather blame the blanket. Its always a nice feeling to put the blame on someone else) I am a person who feels very cold when it is just little chilly weather. For example, now its monsoon time and its raining 24/7 and usually ppl won't feel cold that easily unless its really and really cold but throughout these days, I will feel comfortable without fan for the whole day. So on that fateful winter night, unknowingly in my sleep I pulled her bed sheet for myself. And my sister, unknowingly in her sleep, kicked me out of the bed. But let me tell you it was not a monsoon time in chennai, but a cold winter time in Delhi. Recently my dear friend was pulling my legs about such nature of mine. My friends finds it quite amusing. It reminds me of different people's behaviour, whom I knew in Delhi.

The next building twins whom I knew where one such amusing example. One guy would feel very lazy to have his bath everyday due to the cold weather. So he would go on without having his bath for a week. He, atleast would change his clothes everyday. While the other twin would be lazy to even do that. He would change clothes once in 3 days!!! Ultimately no one would know about it since he would be wearing pullover or jacket when he comes out. But one fine day, his mom disclosed this secret to us!! She pleaded, begged, scolded, threatened, cajoled him to not to be like that but when there was no signs of his changing his habit, she simply called all the kids on the block and told this. Out of embarrassment, he started changing his clothes everyday. But I don't know about his bathing habit!!

During that time, it would be very difficult to get up early in the morning for schools and offices. After all, who would like to leave the cosy and hot blanket and bed. Ultimately all the kids would get up late and go to school late. To avoid this situation, my neighbours, brother - sister duo used to wear their school uniform and sleep. The next day, their routine would be getting up, brushing their teeth, combing their hair, eat the breakfast and off to school. Trust me, most of the small class kids used to follow the same example.

I even remember all the mothers in my colony grumbling over the fact that all the jeans and shirt pockets were having lots of ground nuts in it. And also the complains of mothers of tiny tots. According to them, there was no point in mopping their house everyday since all the tiny tots do is wet the house every half hour!! Now actually that's not fair. After all these lil kids would also feel cold right.

And sleep - it was something that used to come in few seconds! No one used to have sleeping problems at that time. Most of the time boring classes would make us sleepy but at that time, on would find kids sleeping even in interesting classes. In fact, one can find even teachers snoring away in the staff rooms!!! We used to wait till the teachers sleep so that we can submit the last minute homework to avoid scoldings for late submission. 

Though I suffer a lot during winter time, But its one weather which I love the most!

Driving in the hell would much more better.

It came in news that comedian Vivek was very unhappy since all his jokes revolved around serious subjects but no one took it seriously! Well, I would like to assure him that people do follow his jokes seriously. Especially one of his jokes in some movie, where he joked about people's driving skills in Chennai that people in Chennai put left indicator, put out their hand showing right direction but go straight!!!

During those days when I used to go to college by public transport, I used to waste lots of time waiting for the bus at bus stops. The time would be adequate enough for me to memorize one complete detail answer of 5 pages during my exam times. Whenever my mom called me asking me where I am, my answer would always be the same- Bus stop! I guess she got bored with this answer of mine so eventually I got my own bike recently. So now, everyday, I go to college by my scooty.

Today, early morning, at 7'o clock, two love birds were coochi cooing while driving!!!!!!! That guy was right in front of me and was driving his discover bike and at the same time was trying to stare into his girl friend eyes who was his pillion rider!! I was like"what the heck". In their romance, both of them didn't notice the fact that I was blaring my bike horn like anything, because of which now its sounding as if it has got cold. I so wanted to tell them that there are places like fruit shops, coffee day where they can continue their romance but I chose to shut my mouth and continue with my journey as I was not in a mood to argue with anyone at that time.

Another instance is, everyday, whenever I start from house to go to college, I get stuck at traffic at one particular road everytime. Now everytime few college guys also get stuck and sometimes when I overtake them at any instance, they will take it as a big insult! How dare a mere scooty overtake my Pulsar bike!! With this thought in mind, they would challenge me to race with smirks on their face. At first, I thought it as a joke and didnt mind. But when it continued everytime I overtaked them, it started giving me good laugh right at that time. I mean, how can they even think like that. First of all race, that too in that busy road!! And second thing race between a non gear scooty bike and a geared 200cc pulsar bike. Does their brain stop working at that time?! On second thoughts, do they actually have brains?!

The laughing riot are these police guys who travel in their white Apache bikes! If a common man stops in front of the stop line, he has to listen to all the slang words in tamil or if this traffic people are out of funds, all of a sudden they will start working briskly and will catch people who don't wear helmets. But these people don't obey any of the traffic rules, break all the signals and don't wear helmets also. And if any poor guy stumble in that cop's way, when he is busily jumping the signals, that guy is a gone case!! At the end of the one sided conversation between both of them, that guy ears will bleed like anything.

PS : I don't have any personal grudges against any of the cops and neither would I say that all the cops are alike. But most of them are like that. That's the fact!!
I enjoy driving. But sometimes driving in Chennai roads actually give me nightmares. Funny nightmares!