I've got back my life. Completely. With all the missing jig-saw's at the right places and junctions. Sometimes we need to forgive others to feel complete. Because a part of you is still thinking about the past. Today when I woke up, I found that I'm actually free of almost all bonds. Even of hatred. Its difficult to hate you know, when you are in love with life. So here goes. I forgive you. And more than that, for the days I've been silently punishing myself for an incident, for I was guilt-driven, well, I forgive myself. I was gullible. And more. Period. Over and Out.Neither I am eccentric nor I'm a tamil serial script writer, but when all the traffic signals(about 7) turned green yesterday when I was returning from my class, it brought a wide smile while driving.. Looks who's back. Back again. To all those who tried fucking my brain, it cannot be, just cannot be.
Past few weeks, my vita has been filled with dancing, drinking, movies and more drinking. My friend got started, when I unleashed the zeenath a(m)man in me under disco-lights. He scrutinised for a while, and thought I was better left alone, especially when I was done with 6 shooters. I mean, how can we do hip-hop steps, when DJ springs up Madaithiranthu (Yogi B's). So I brought in a little dappankoothu with a right bit of item dancing. No, my hips dont lie. Neither did it lie during the Grand finale of Chennai Sangamam at the Besant Nagar Beach. The tapattam and the tambattam group CANNOT be ignored unleass you are deaf ofcourse. Nice Initative..Its a pity there was a low turnout, when they played Veerapandiakattabomman, and Parasakthi at the DeviSridevi theatre as a part of the Chennai Sangamam Festival. Infact it was a record breaking moment for me, being the only gal, only youngest below 40yrs of age and the only one who did not fart or burp during the film. Very impressive screenplay, this Parasakthi had. Advanced thoughts, super cool Mr.K.
Watching veerasami, is one of the top-tucker movies that I've recently watched. And the climax can really be mindboggling, draw(er)ing Da Vinci Code to shame. But it was really surprising that we actually got to see anthing called scene/cast even with TR filling the screens. He has reduced weight. And the other movie I recommend is Borat:Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazhakhstan. Title is enough. I wont reveal more.
My favourite chat item is Sukha Puri. The Kolkata Chat down the road, provides the perfect SP I've tasted, (thats because I refuse to order from any other :P). When you take a whole piece in, you first break down the crisp puri, and immediately it gives way to the soft crushed aloo with pinch of salt and masala..mm.. It is almost orgasm. Almost I said? You need to take the next piece and the next and the next.. to savour the taste. It lingers a while mm..Recently I got angry because another new guy tried messing up with my puri's adding his own recipe. Aftermath of it is, now they treat me like a heroin and give me extra pieces everytime I make an entrance. Its super, I say.
Recently my dad said he has changed his signature. Was a big blow to me after I had pracitsed the same feverishly one whole school night for my report card, which I still used for his credit card recently.
My bike has this annoying way of gathering dust and crow shit even when I dont park it under a tree. My grandma, still offers fresh boiled rice to the crow believing they are our ancestors (dont know where that came from). These crows, how they have taken up our lives. Even our bedtime stories were haunted with nail-biting thrillers of how kaka stole vadai from patti, and other such. ('Whats nail-biting about that?' Are you kidding. Did you not hear? The yummy vadai being stolen part.. I love vadais.mmm..) And my dog, Titoo the third, doesnt bother to even shoo these crows when they perch themselves on the clothesline, cos he is scared of them. Actually shouldn't be surprised and expect this much when he is scared of even kittens. He was traumatised a puppy. He was chased by a friendly labrador all over the house, and titoo ran under the sofa and refused to come back. To this day, he remains scared of anything that moves suddenly, including his own reflection. Poor thing. Its a disorder that I'm still trying to help him with. We have these long conversations and I must say nowadays his woofs are more stronger. He is making an effort to fight back, I'm proud. And its helping me viceversa too. My woofs are powerful too. After each such sessions, we contend ourselves to Parle-G biscuits.
As three thirds of this post (& title) are filled with foodies and drinks, I need to confess. I am very happy and very much putting weight, though it draws frowns from Dina. Dina is not Ajit or about his movie. No not that ridiculousness. Mr.Dina is my gym instructor, who tries his best to convince me that I've to reduce 6 kilos to achieve super-figaru status, while I think otherwise. I'm still negotiating between being Super-figaru and Weight-party. My relatives have been complimenting that my face has become rounder. Which is satisfying at one end, but scary at the other, where it is attached to strings/clauses like Gothrams and Jadagams. So I keep popping with different baais to their houses to confuse the hell out of them, something I enjoy the most. Its tricky, but not impossible. After which they all left me alone.
Before I ramble on, this is my 100th post. Yay! Congratulations me! I thank everyone who have read, who have commented, who have puked after reading, that it is a good encouragement, that I'll continue to write my very best like before and you will not be disappointed when you visit this blog every time to relieve your stomach trouble.
