ok.. so thatha passed away roughly around this time in the morn.. i have so much to tell , dunno what takes priority though!!!

am gonna keep this straight n simple.. jus as the words flow i want those memories to flash- the time(hardly anything) that i managed to spend with thaths over the last 2 odd yrs when i have grown close to him, arrgg.. lucky Div got to spent 20 yrs with him , from day one.. being near n growing up around him;

today was nice, in a wierd way-the placidity of thatha’s farewell has made me agnize how much i love this family, every single person .. for all that they are and will grow up to be.. the strength we draw from one another under such emotional distress

this whole post is gonna be constrained- am not a very expressive or vocal person especially with matters concerning the heart and the sort of familial bond that thaths n i shared(continue to share) was/is so different.

v oftentimes relate to similar sentiments on varying planes. thaths and i have synonymous opinions on our belief in society and everyone’s role in it, our love for reading,learning and education in general has been remarkably alike, and the sudden spurt in my “staying fit” concept has definitely helped me realize why he spent a whole lot of time standing upside down -also known as sirasasana.

i earned my set of brownie points after joining AIESEC.. after which every event i was a part of , every NGO i visited , every argument i influenced have been lil updates in our hypothetical calender

the time i told him i was applying for the UAE MC.. thaths said.. “That’s such a boring country u kids can’t do WAT U WANNA DO  !!! ” – ‘s when i realised he was way cooler than i will ever be..

between us v have had many firsts,

u enlightened me on homosexuality(whoa.. thaths u r crazy)
u wrote me my 1st comment-corresponding to my piece on child sexual abuse
u made me read my 1st book on Tamil literature
u (almost) called me a rough cut in front of ur colleagues/ co thathas- i dunno wat to call y’all
u made me give my 1st sermon to Div n Aish on “study well guys”.. thanks to u i have moved from being the most  “enshrined” to the most “dreaded” sister

there is so so so much to go.. i ll prob make a part 2  to this one..

oh n thaths do u remember the time u made a joke on patti and her family.. i dunno which one this was .. OMG i was in splits n i knew that my sarcasm trip- is part of my lineage ;u r caustic n u slice ppl apart and u r so adorable when u do that

we went thru all ur pics today(cuz v had to pick one for the obituary).. u were quite cute, i have wished so so so many times i had ur skinny frame, alas i had to take after patti , but i love  the fact that i can effortlessly intimidate over 60% of the men in this country

i have heard u shifted over 20 odd jobs .. u know wat?? u have a successor and  an odd one at that(*wink wink*); am so glad i have u as a precedent cuz i know i ll turn out jus fine . my impermanence n fleeting-ness ..so so so u

u have made me realise how much i love u and how much i love all those  who were by you and around u .. Patti is everything that u could ever wish for in a spouse!!! u shudda seen her today.. strong n funny n weepy n chivalrous all in equal amounts… she has learned to make a joke outta ur annoying traits, a story out of your successes , a comeback-index outta your clever retorts, a great many conversations outta ur incessant litany and a wonderfully strong family outta the love you shared..

there is so much more i wanna say thaths.. but am tired, has been a stressful day.. in a really fun way ok ? !

love u loads.. beshhhtest kichadi maker

good bye

P.S:   History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again- Maya Angelou

louuuuuuuuuu

krit

P.S :3rd sleepless nite, in a row… got one more to go (that rhymes)

Wear a pair of shorts to a wedding(Tam-Brahm wedding)
Walk into a mosque
Meow occasionally in a crowded lift
Pillion ride a bike facing the other side
Go to a crowded store and answer unattended service phones saying “Dominos”!!!
Switch the men and women’s signs on the door of rest rooms
Sit in class and respond to each point of my prof saying “Quite right , Old Fag”
Tell one of those Am-too-cool-to-hang-out-with-u-ppl, the next time I see him/her..I really need the toilet, can I use your bag?
Pay for a meal at Taj entirely in coins!!!!
Write an exam with fluorescent green ink
Come down with a bad case of Tourette syndrome(not that I don’t suffer from it otherwise!!!)at a family get-together
At the close of an excessively professional and important meeting,  launch into a loud rendition of the National Anthem.
At a movie- quote all dialogues five seconds after I see it on screen and throw popcorn in the air and scream.. It’s Snowing !!!!
Walk into a tennis match and loudly cheer for a player who is not in that match and if I catch the players staring wanna tell them “oooooh someone’s s lil grumpy… jus cuz they are losing”
Pretend to have amnesia
Bring a small slate/chalkboard to class and borrow chalk from the prof to take notes
Go to a party dressed as a professional wrestler and body slam anyone who doesn’t believe me
Go on a cruise and when a lotta people are around, give a dramatic imitation of Titanic(obviously along with someone)
Make race car noises at a church sermon.

that’s all for now… n ya walk along a crowded street screaming.. “I am sane, I swear”

ha ha ha “I swear I am”

Luv

Krit

P.S: I love u…. Is a lame movie.. Lol..

1. You pass a school playground and the children are all busy with their cell phones or pagers.
2. You AND your dog have therapists.
3. The gym(where the fee is anywhere between 2000-5000 a month )is packed at 3 PM…On a work day.
4. A woman gets on the bus with live poultry. You don’t even notice.
5. You make over Rs. 100,000 a month and still can’t afford a house.
6. You take a bus and are shocked at 2 people carrying on a conversation in Tamil.
7. You’ve been to a baby shower where you were served alcohol .
8. A really great parking space can move you to tears.
9. Buses have DJs and you pay Rs.50 for a ticket.
10. Your child’s class 3 teacher has purple hair, a nose ring, and is named Andy(read-actual Anandamma).
11. You can’t remember…is pot illegal?
12. You pay Rs.200 for 2 cups of coffee(happy hours guys !!!!)
13. You create a new bank account(even have a bank)for “Gas” and this takes up 2/3rds of your salary.
14. You pay a fee for buying oxygen(of course along with water) and pay a fine for exhaling more than necessary(CO2 emission guys !!!)
15. Green buildings actually means thatched huts and Palm tops!!!! ha ha
16. You have TV shows aimed at dogs as the target audience.. Woof Woof
17. Milk sweets have become milk flavored sweets(cuz the lactose to water content is 1:6)
18. We have too many of the “young and energetic entrepreneurs” that we r considering moving to the yever-so-cool barter system.
19. Kitty parties are called – Self help Group meets
20. 8 O clock Vijay T.V. has a homosexual hosting a show “We are happy and Gay”. Sun T.V. has a show “Don’t drag the Drags- Let us be !!!!”
21. It’s sprinkling outside, so you leave for work an hour early to avoid all the weather-related accidents(which involves people clogging the streets with buckets to catch these few drops)
22. Along with fire n road safety children r taught to detonate bombs that they find in their backyards.
23. Cock-a-doodle-doo is no longer taught in school for its obvious connotation issues(which the 3 yr olds know by now!!!!) and Baa Baa BLACK Sheep is stirring irredentist tendencies
24. People working in software companies live in Chennai and travel to Salem everyday to login to work.
25. Foodlands- drive in will be a chain restaurant serving idly sambar wrapped in foil for Rs.50 a plate(after the demise of the obvious kingpin of the thriving(or not so)South Indian  F n B industry)

Nanri Vanakkam

Krit

Hypocrites
Racists(who practice and follow it)
Back-Biters
Vicious
Fake
Sex-crazed
Wannabe…argggh
Pseudo intellectual
So-not-funny; devoid of sense and a sense of humor
Insensitive
Cynical
Argumentative-jus for fudge’s sake
Cloyingly sweet
Imposing
Slow
Spineless
Boot lickers/Butt Kissers/ Fawners.. watyeva
Opinionated
Stuck Up( like a firewood forest up their arse!!!!)
Fanatics
Aimless/Passionless/Goal-less
Sycophants( know dis is synonymous of wat I ‘ve mentioned b4, it’s jus coz i hate them sooo freakin much)
Not happy with themselves
Obsessed with their(and others’) looks
Attention Seekers
Chauvinists

So these are some of the very few thing that I hate in others. Those of u who jus read the above post , am sure u wudda found traces of the above in my character as well. Now if  u do think that I need to know of the same, lemme know. If it’s a genuine observation and if I think u r right I ll try and change otherwise ; TALK TO THE HAND

bye,luv
Krit

P.S: Bawitdaba by Kid Rock

I landed in C’s house on sat April 26th .. i think , so ya my bro n I did the usual, tryin to be all nice, accommodating and pleasant; until uncle jus pushed it to the pt of frustrating my bro ( who generally never ever gets flustered… like at all…!!) with his inane opinions and obnoxiously  outrageous remarks and comments on the “younger generation ” – he wud give some bull abt how every kid(20 yr old or so ) is out there in skimpy clothes, pissed drunk, smelling of pot/and tobacco waiting to get laid… and crap like that .

Promising to be my nemesis, my ever-so-nice bro helped me move in with Blah and Rupa and the other girls.. who I didn’t realise called themselves SIMRAN(by virtue of mnemonics)ha ha. But ’twas mighty nice of those girls to help me n I can kinda feel bad for having left B’lore without informing them, but i did manage to write a Thank you note(with jus those 2 words n an extremely distorted smiley face), during my sojourn there.

That’s when I realized wat being/staying/living alone is. Boredom.loneliness.independence.responsibility.quirks.qualms.adjustment are some things that i learnt, sometimes THE HARD WAY (like how LC ma’am in school used to insist… in that nasal tone). After a couple of days i started settling down, things were goin good and i was impressed by the air of quietude that I wud associate to that part of my life (then) until the day of the perspicuous announcement  that-” I had to leave”. owing to the fact that Ms. Perverse-ness(the landlady) had come up with some lame-ass excuse of how i had to sign a lease for 6 months(referring to some non-existent proviso in the house docs!!!) while she was fully aware of the fact that my internship was gonna last for only 2 months!!!Wat a freakin quack!!!!

So ya assuming my extremely irate self, i set out on yet another hunt. this is when i did the unspeakable-  i walked for over 3 n half hrs-house hunting n i did this for over 4 days in a row… time was running out and the spectre of being stranded on the roads did absolutely nothing to help my drastically decreasing confidence. As always i was spelling out my disastrous situation on the internet , in the form of scary status msgs on various messengers, which garnered the required attention, or may be a lil more than called for . then came the call from an extremely flustered Rupal who thought I was out on the roads, or worse sitting in a net cafe with my packed-bags, on my lap(wonder wat my status msg read). after having reassured her that it hadn’t reached that stage-yet!!, i took Suman’s no and moved in

Since this was supposed to be my temporarily-permanent arranged, i tried to settle down and guess wat happens? Suman’s mum decides to come in, which basically means i gotta leave(at least for a while). Now considering the fact that this some-time , a-while, temporary are all extremely misleading and specious terms , i tried to saturate myself in the next episode of house hunt.

This time twas much more organized. i bought a copy of Admag n other such magazines which published details abt rental n stuff. We kinda divided the leads among the 4 of us(Ash,Swat,Jay-z and myself). After hours and days of incessant phone calls, i shortlisted a couple of places.The next step was to drag Bharat along( who i met after 3 long yrs)and chauffeur me to all these places . After much discussion, thrashing and quashing of all the options we finally zeroed in on this nice duplex apartment. All i had to do was come back with Jayz confirm the place and then inform my bro of her approval(Since he thought that Bharat n I weren’t good ‘nuf to take such decisions. So the following day Jayz and I visited the apartment and were convinced of its safety etc.. and thus confirmed the same with my bro as well. I spoke to that dumb-ass-jerk-fool-fart- face of a broker n “booked” the place in the afternoon, tellin him that i wud be paying and moving in the same nite.

At abt 8 that nite i called the land lord and told him i was moving in , within the next 10 mins, when he dropped the bomb that the house was taken, cuz the idiot(a.k.a. broker) didn’t realise that i was serious abt the whole thing(fool!!!!). When i tried explaining this to my colleagues they told me how my decision,rather lack of it thereof to not pay him immediately had been a monstrous gaffe;a breach of sensibility!!!!

Calling the landlord again , in high dudgeon I explained to him exactly wat was happening, being the absolute sweetheart that he is, he promised me to find another alternative accommodation, which he did right away. There is so much more to talk abt this place.. however it was worth all the pain n effort and stress and annoyance.

to be continued….

Krit

P.S: currently reading “Clandestine in Chile” and wanting to watch the documentary.

However at this exact moment I am experiencing exactly wat i wanted outta this trip(a lot less in intensity but that’s OK) … so far so good(touch wood… Rupa hitting her head so hard, it ll break one of these days)

Am jus gonna list a lot of things, times, moments, people, things etc… each of these are like individual attachments on a mail(a whole huge story on its own )So those of y’all who r really bored, curious or loouuuiieee me a lot, contact me for further details.

THINGS THAT I LIKE B’LORE FOR  :

The weather ; Auto is dirt cheap; u can wear weird clothes- no one gives a shit…(at least i don’t ) ;men don’t ogle… OK not so much at least !!!! u can get breezers in supermarkets ; ppl young and old alike r chilled out, helpful n relatively sweet ;its never too late or too early in the day or rather nite to do anything ; u get every freakin kinda cuisine, liquor is available every-freakin-where; my colleagues kick monkey butt !!!! finally no sweat.. ha ha

THINGS THAT I DON’T PARTICULARLY LIKE:

traffic; a stupid harsh gust / wind(ppl call it hailstorm here) n posts fall n current cutttttuuuu whole night(lil Parnz n other pseudo yyamerican friends of mine- read Power failure.. watyeva!!!!) ; mosquitoes every-freakin-where; drainage every where and all of it is open ; no dustbins on any of the lanes.. where the hell do people dump stuff ???? crazy nuts !!! men think its cool to be a flirt, openly profess the same, they think sex-y means talkin abt the former ; ppl act like Chennai is a furnace, so wat if tis actually one- v got us a beach buggggers!!!!! no one has a sense of humor ; my phone number sucks!!!! – its jus multiples of 3…blah ; am the youngest(again) in office!!!

THINGS THAT I LEARNT ABOUT MYSELF:

‘ ve acquired a taste for cold milk and cereal ; I can spend 2 hrs -pavement walkin(in a particular pattern) and actually be happy abt it; i WALK  ; -WALK -walk until my calf huuuuurtttttssss (can i hear drum rolls please!!!!) ; i hate being bored, i know i complained abt wanting to chill out n be on vacation n all ; i cant handle routine ……… it kills ; i don’t watch the tele at all- its never an option even if its free n there is a great possibility that there mite be nice stuff playin ; i suck at crossing roads- i shit bricks every freakin time

EVENTS WORTH NOTING( OR BETTER FORGOTTEN!!!!) :

meeting Bharat after 2 yrs ; being ditched by this bum-of-a-dude on our lets-explore-the-city-trip… ; lunch with uncle,aunty,Hari, Kanchan n bro -liked that a lot, would wanna end up like that may be 30 yrs from now ; getting thrown outta my apartment(cuz the landlady is an ass… am homeless now… my parents don’t know that)  ;

I HAVE BECOME REAL RESPONSIBLE

I wash my own glass, I make my own coffee ; wake up on time(within jus 6-8 calls from Ma) ; tryin to keep track of cash… OK at least am tryin.. that’s really great ; starting to use a planner, though it really doesn’t serve the purpose, at least its a step !!! i know which clothes are in the laundry and which are the ones i can wear,

AM STILL THE SAME :

i misplace keys, phone, money and shoes all the freakin time ;i procrastinate like there is no tomorrow ; i can’t sit in my cabin/cubicle/ watyeva for more than 25 mins at a stretch ; i don’t know which bank i have an account in and what to do with a cheque… ( all ya ppl tellin me .. but dude ur dad’s a banker, read buggers it’s my dad not me !!!!)  ;am sure i have missed a whole lotta stuff.. ll update it again

CURRENTLY  :

wish i had all u buggers here, it ll be so much fun , its perfect the weather, the place, the lack of parents, deadlines n time constraints.get ur arses here

those in Chennai, if u loaded ‘nuf call me n i ll tell funky stuff, those in b’lore meet me n v ll chill … if u guys aint doin either, u r so off my wedding invite list( if n when there is one) , i ll definitely haunt u

my new no is: 97398 07193

love y’all

P.S: Bang Bang Lulu .. k It’s @ fault now!!!!

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Anyway ’twas raining the other night (don’t remember the date exactly) and after like 2-3 yrs Moni decided to drop in. She was quite honest with the reason “thought u might wanna get drenched in the rain, let’s go”. So that’s wat Moni n I used to do. we would wait for the rains , cook up the randomest/lamest of excuses to get outside; to go fill air in our bicyles when the tires will be like overfed indian kids; u put a pin anywhere close to them and it ll burst…So ya Moni n I decided to jus walk up and down the roads and get wet.(for all u perverts, no bloody pun intended… ever!)

Before i forget i need to introduce Moni originally named Priti, my childhood friend. Moni always comes with a free package called Janani . You can never find them alone, unless they are with their respective boyfriends. Moni and i share a couple of things in common; riding the bicycle for over 10 kms in a day-max being 17kms ; being called ONYX/Exnora/Activist and such jus cuz we appreciate cleanliness and are against environmental perpetrators of every kind. Jan n i also have quite a few things in common; v r loud; gained shit loads of weight in the last 3 yrs ; have elder brothers…

About the name”Moni”- i always found it damn funny to call someone Moni, its like 2 random syllables placed next to each in the wierdest of ways, in order to create a name. but i didnt comment on that , since i was(n still am) always jealous about the fact that i have never ever had another/alternate name. Not even like a stupid nick name. My bro has 2 names- not a name n a nick name. 2 full/completely different names; i always thought that ’twas by virtue of primogeniture he got 2 names. However as per culture/tradition or whatever every tamilian brahmin kid has 3 names, the grandparents names/a sanskrit name and then the name that ends up being the name that receives the fame(by being addressed everyday). it’s so freakin wierd that i have 16 cousins and 1 own brother(wierd term again) , all of whom have 3 names and i am the only one with JUST ONE NAME. that is one of the reasons why i think am adopted apart from the fact that am too smart for this family.

Anyway after Moni’s arrival, we were jus annoying Jan to get her sorry arse to my place so that v cud go for a walk. While we were in the process of convincing , v met hari right outside his gate star gazing. so v dropped the idea of the walk and thought v ll pull up the whole gang and get them out from their respective hidings. So v started callin as many ppl as we could remember.It was quite a huge gang, we could form 2 cricket teams among ourselves.Sigh… i miss playing cricket! I hate watching it though- esp Ind players!

While we were trying to get all the lazy farts to move their arse and get to our meeting place, we realised that i had amazing convincing skills. Cuz hari/moni would go on n on for abt 10 mins trying to give them reasons as to y they shud come, whill i wud jus grab the phone talk to them for abt 20 secs n voila, there v go ! Hari was tryin to reason the whole thing out by saying “of course they wud come , its a girl calling after all”. That was jus lame !!!! Men sometimes jus cant accept defeat , even for such petty things.

So finally twas Arif,Hari,Jan,Moni,DK,Bicha and myself. We had such a ball reliving old times, creating and thwarting rumours, gossipping abt everybloody one who fell prey to our sight then.And then we tripped on each other ; i got tripped on abt my fear of darkness and my obsession with cleanliness; sometimes i end up thinkin that i am the “wierd” one- cuz when u r amidst a bunch of ppl all of whom make a big deal outta normal things like- civic sense and cleanliness, u kinda get worried.

The point of this post being. I never realised how much i have actually missed(not the people) but more like happy times which could have been shared with these ppl had i been in contact with them regularly. It is damn funny to think how all of us are actually connected by the principle of territoriality “17 street”. how materialistic is that?

Krit

P.S: The Pursuit of Happyness- Plain Heartwarming!!!

Then came the hardest part…I generally go thru a pep talk session from the woman before the “actual thing” and so there was the whole small talk stuff  and then analysis of the scenario and damage demographics etc… Ms. Beautician realized that the wax wasn’t hot enough , that’s really ok… but she shudda realized that before she smeared it all over me … So after being bathed in that icky-sticky-yucky thing I had to go wash it off.

Hell !!! I shudda realized then, the impending doom- of a real bad session. Somehow my alarm bells never ring at the right time; in fact they hardly ring and my gut instinct works only for others n never for me. So ya after washing , I had to go through the MOST dreadful cleaning episode EVER. Am bloody serious here- if someone could see my face right now, u wud believe me .. seriously! it jus seemed to go on and on and on. Surprisingly I didn’t howl,bawl,weep or scream. I was super disciplined except for the few “shit,hell,oh my god”kinda exclamations . After all of this , the woman felt that she had still left some parts unattended.

I had to cadge my may outta this predicament and so I had to PUT AN END to it. So guys, I mean MEN(ok boys also) Waxing is no easy task , u all better understand that and learn to appreciate women who take care of themselves. Its no measly task, like ur one sec mach-3 experience and u guys go all grumpy (for a whole day) if u have one razor cut from ur session ; inflicted by UR-own-SMART-self.

Having taken care of that task ; as per schedule I had to get my eyes checked this evening. So I went to this new dude(doc) who I had picked after much deliberation and a long Doc Hunt. I went to his clinic with my bro.After a brief wait in the sitting area we were called inside. The room was spacious and clean and didn’t smell clinic-ish /hospitali-ish and the equipments he used were super cool. Twas like my eyes were getting frisked and photographed time and again and it didn’t have the weird feeling of ” Hell am being checked for visual impairment”.I hated it with the previous doc, he was a complete MORON(more details further on). After checking , the new dude announced that my power has increased by .25 in my right eye n .5 in my left eye, which ultimately leaves it to .75 in the right eye and 1.00 in the left.

Though I was quite alarmed I was glad that this guy actually DIAGNOSED it right. The reason why I left the previous dude(no pun intended!!!!!) was cuz I wud go for numerous check ups and he would jus go “Oh no change .. It’s just the same, no increase or decrease in power”, but I knew there was something really wrong I cudnt see properly starting from the 3rd row in the LCR(while previously the 1st 3 rows were considered safe zone, even without specs). So I decided to abandon that JERK of a guy,( note the adjectives in CAPS) cuz it’s heard from local rumours that he rightly belongs to the”people of questionable morality club” (which was created by me 6-7 yrs ago) . There are regular discussions on the membership of this club(which happens in my head), which seems to be on the increase showing a very healthy growth pattern(apart from the growth in membership there is abso-freakin-lutely nothing healthy abt this club).

After this we were sent out to the sitting/waiting area. Right after I sat down, a woman, all but threw a few drops of freaky something into my eyes and flung a piece of cotton onto me and told me use it to wipe the tears/water or whatever.That was just completely insensitive/ible of that woman and my poor eyes were burning more with pain that with fury at her behavior. So I sat there like a blind bat for over 15-20 mins when my bro was describing the whole scene. It was quite amusing and it feels great to imagine a lot of things in your head , there is so much of freedom and liberty. It doesn’t stop with the actual image u see and u can keep altering adding and editing the images as and when. That’s exactly why I like books better than movies.

After about 20 extremeellllllyyyyyyyyy long minutes I was called in. My initial doubt of whether i should open my eyes or just let my bro take me in was cleared , when the sweetheart of a nurse stood next to me and spoke in a grating tone “U CAN OPEN UR EYES”(note the caps again). So i walk in and the doc does the whole frisking thing again and then we finally settle on what we started out with. My power has increased !!!! It is such a weird phrase… it’s like an oxymoron, when people say ” power has increased ” are they trying to explain; how the power to see has actually decreased since u can see only from a closer distance (than before) and with extra help. So people should stop using this phrase; at least I will.

Right after I found out about the permanent correction and Laser surgery crap, my bro then started asking some questions. I jus realized my bro has a very roundabout way of expressing himself. His sentences are unnaturally long, with absolutely no commas, pauses whatsoever. So after his barrage of questions and my newly appointed doc’s “dude that qn is stupid , but I ll answer it anyway cuz u payin me for it” expressions , I finally came to the realization that my bro never ever does the talkin or questioning when am around. Today was an exception may be cause I was too preoccupied and super worried about the laser “SURGERY” and the cutting and stitching involved with the same. It’s little wonder that everyone thinks am the elder sister. It’s a good sign that he spoke today, henceforth I shall let him talk while I attend to more important things like curling/twisting my hair, adjusting my specs or jus sighing … and then people will actually get the order right.

Thus ended my day after a whole lot of abuse and physical trauma.I have learnt some lessons and the 2 most important ones being: Never ever miss a cleaning day appointment, cuz u ll have to bear the brunt(twice the amount or multiple) the following time.

Always keep ur eyes open, especially at an eye clinic!!!!!

Krit

P.S: Feeling: Abused                                          Craving: Mississippi mud pie

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