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Archive for July, 2008

When in Rome, do as the Romans do

… or lose your papers and end up in an asylum.

Why so serious?

I have one word for the movie. Superbfuckingawesome.

Acting: Incredible. By everyone. Homage to Heath Ledger. No wonder the role took his life.

Direction: Flawless. At 2 and a half hours, the movie flies by.

Story/Screenplay: Ditto. Makes you really really think.

Cinematography: Beautiful. Imagine it in Imax.

Verdict: Watch it. I’m going again on Sunday to watch it in Imax.

Mangalyam Tantuna–enna?

A.k.a. The Kalyanam Chronicles.

With all my friends getting married and me visiting the happy couple, I had to do this.

I hate weddings. I hate all the fanfare, the big hullabaloo, the smoky atmosphere, the silk sarees, the jewelry on display, everything.

But the fun part is when random Uncles/Thathas/elderly gentlemen walk upto you and go ‘When I last saw you you were about this tall.’ and making a gesture that would make you about as tall as Tom Thumb. *Was that the same time as when you had hair on your head?*

“Oh, marine science aa? What will you do with it?” *I’ll make pickles, at least I’ll do it better than your jobless daughter.*

“Oceanography? Heard of National Institute of Oceanography in Goa?” *Well, duhh, I am an oceanographer. And I know NIO sucks. Why do you think I’m in the US?*

Enter the Maami Mafia. “Enna ma? Can you sing? Can you do alapanai?” *Why, would I not qualify as a singer if I sang a Beatles song?”

“Oh-o! You look like K.R.Vijaya! I always told your mother you’d turn out like this.” *Erm.. why would you tell her I’d look like an actress who used to be a peasant-girl selling flowers at the Guruvayoorappan temple? And is it no wonder then that neither my mom nor I have seen you ever since??*

“You’re 23? When do you plan to get married? Or are you one of these career-oriented girls?” *Yep, I’ll have a job and so naturally I’ll torture your son into doing household chores, which means I can’t be a good wife anyway.*

“I know a very good boy, he’ll be perfect for you.” *Does he like practising wrestling with his body pillows? No? Then he’s not perfect for me, sorry.*

“Can you sing? Can you cook?” *Pray, please to tell me how the two are related. AND how they’re related to marriage? Unless, of course, I marry him, then I sing and he dies. If he’s survived my singing, I can poison his dinner, is that how?*

“My son also lives in the US, you should meet him sometime.” *Lady, you do realize that the US is an actual country?*

And this happened when I was standing at one wedding with my grandmom.

Grandma: “What do you think of so-and-so’s son for our little girl?”

Random lady: ” Nice boy but his onnu-vitta-mama (some uncle, once removed) had cancer so their family medical history is not good.”

Grandma: “Ohh.. Thanks ma, good I spoke to you, what a good deed you have done.”

Me: “Umm.. Paati, what about our athai who also died of cancer?”

Grandma: “You stay quiet, periyava pesarche unakku enna anga velai?” (big people talking, you what there doing?)

And, of course, there’s always this one loser who goes to weddings just to see if any pretty eligible girls will make the mistake of considering him as a prospective groom. One such character apparently took a liking to me at one wedding ;). He kept following me around trying to make conversation *Did he not see me rolling my eyes after every sentence he spoke??* and convincing me how it is so cool that he chucked his PhD at Wayne State University and is doing a Masters at IIT Madras because he “wants to serve the country”. *Pray, how? By choosing a career by which you will eventually end up working for an MNC?”

He introduced himself so.

Shady Character: “Hi, I’m Ranga, short for Ranganathan.”

Me: *Not quite impressed with the nicknaming of self, it was still a loser name.* “Erm.. Hi.”

SC: “I’m Prema’s son.”

Me: <staring at him blankly>

SC: “Vijaya’s sister?”

Me: <still blank>

SC: “Umm.. Raghu Chithappa’s wife Vijaya?”

Me: <beginning to panic, wondering if I was at the right wedding> *Who were all these people???*

SC: “Umm.. whose side are you from? The bride or the groom?”

Me: “Erm.. err… I think my Mom’s calling out to me. Bye.”

Turns out, Vijaya was the bride’s mom and the bride was my mom’s cousin, so that made Raghu Chithappa, my mom’s Mama. I found that out much later, of course, thanks to my mom who had seen all this happening and was bursting with laughter.

So why do I still attend weddings? For the food, of course. And for material to blog about. πŸ˜€ Later.

Howdy?

So I was in Texas for the long weekend. It was the best weekend I have had in a long time. And truly, everything is BIG in Texas! They have these monster trucks that seem to occupy the entire road. The speed limits are higher. The people there all seem to be XXL by default. And Plano has the best paani puri I have eaten in the US.

What really attracts me to the place is its wild nature, it’s rustic freedom, it’s don’t-give-a-crap attitude. Texas is the only state that can declare itself an independent republic at any time, did you know ?? And they can survive, they have all the oil. There are people who actually build houses without basements because digging below foundation level opens up oil wells causing crude oil to flow like water flowing out of broken pipelines!

However, the BEST part of my trip, was visiting my good one of the closest friends I’ve made over the last 8 months. The crazy, cooky, nutty, and tiny Rayshma. And yes, I promised to make sambhar. And yes, I only made dal. But Rayshma aur Shera decided that we needed to go out to Chilli’s to have dinner so the process had to be stopped halfway. She conveniently left out this little detail didn’t she? πŸ˜›

Shera is sweet and docile. She… well, the less said about their domestic relationship the better. The poor chap left a sock in the living room. Man, she scared me! πŸ˜€ He bought her very cute gifts, shopping for which was done after he left from his lab so now he knows the closing times of all big stores.

He got us lost in the middle of nowhere, wouldn’t stop for directions, got yelled at by da lady, got us back on track using his expert navigational abilities and took us to Taco Bell for lunch where we realized that in all the getting lost, we had lost so much time that we had to skip one of the places we were supposed to go to. But it worked out in our favor coz the weather was bad anyway. πŸ™‚

They finally dumped me at the airport and scrammed for their life. Methinks, no more invitations from College Sation are going to make it my way for a long long time.

Anyway, I had fun. The most fun I have had in a while now. Me now looking forward to California. I don’t know when that will be! Until then, you can choose to follow the morose details of my morbid life. Or you can get a life of your own.

Flickd

As usual, Rayshma tagged me to do this ridiculously complicated tag. And I did it. Because I can. And because I want to tell you guys exactly how jobless I am.

Here’s how you do it.

1. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.

2. Using only the first page of results, and pick one image.

3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into Big Huge Lab’s Mosaic Maker to create a mosaic of the picture answers.

The questions:

1. What is your first name?

2. What is your favorite food? right now?

3. What high school did you go to?

4. What is your favorite color?

5. Who is your celebrity crush?

6. What is your favorite drink?

7. What is your dream vacation?

8. What is your favorite dessert?

9. What do you want to be when you grow up?

10. What do you love most in life?

11. What is one word that describes you?

12. What is your user name?

Now, Rayshma’s a good girl and I am not. So I decided to spice things up a little. I’ve mixed up the order of the answer-photos and so your task is to guess which picture answers which question. Something to think about eh? πŸ˜€

P.S. a.k.a. hint: I couldn’t find any pictures for my insanely vernacular school, so I just put a search for my Junior College. πŸ™‚

And <drumroll> my answers: