Tripping on ‘Kili Poyi’

Talk of marijuana high and here is a movie that you can ‘trip’ on! ‘Kili Poyi’ might not have been lauded by critics or the film fraternity. But if you are looking for pure entertainment, ‘Kili Poyi’ sets the ball rolling. Chacko and Hari are confused youngsters (not that they want to make any improvement to that condition!), who works with an advertising agency in Bangalore. They eat, sleep and breathe marijuana, which says it all! The movie starts off by showing a bag containing cocaine, which is to reach its destination in Goa, but takes a miss. Thanks to Chacko and Hari and a series of mishaps. 

So here is how it all starts- the duo decides to take a break from Bangalore chaos and office mayhem. Their trip to Manali gets cancelled as the douchebags end up missing their flight due to a ‘high’. They later end up in Goa. Lots of booze, weed, girls, and party are what the duo is looking out for while holidaying. Chacko meets Racheal, and manages to end up in a one night stand while Hari gets his share of fun too. After a night of drama and fun-filled events, they end up back home in Bangalore and that is when this new unknown bag strikes their attention. It managed to end up with them last night! They open the bag to find stacks of cocaine. Well, the journey begins from then on! They are perplexed, confused and clueless to what needs to be done with it. Hence follows mainstream drama. (oh! Not to miss that sexy sling bag which is equally a protagonist in the movie). 

‘Kili Poyi’ can boast of newbies in the house Sandra Thomas, Samata Agrarwal and Sabreen Baker. The ladies have done their bit, surely making it look stylish. No other duo could’ve made Chacko and Hari complete like how Asif Ali and Aju Varghese has put forth. Not to mention the style in which they carried off the ‘new generation boys’! The art director needs a special applause. One can witness vintage movie posters ruling the scenes. Raveendran, Malayalam’s disco trend setter makes a comeback by doing what he does best, as Disco Douglas. 

Hat’s off to debutant Vinay Govind. His directorial venture, which is first of its kind in Indian Cinema, (yeah stoner genre!), hasn’t failed to impress. Scriptwriters Vivek Ranjit and Joseph Kurian looks promising! Not to forget the direction of photography by Pradheesh Varma who has done a trippy job. A venture of newcomers who made their debut, ‘Kili Poyi’ is the first stoner genre in Indian Cinema. It is truly a daring attempt by a group of bold young men. High time, Malayalam cinema started experimenting with genres and themes. 

No wonder the movie was rated ‘A’. So if you don’t support cannabis usage (or whether you smoke it yourself!) doesn’t make any difference to the way you must view this cinema. Keep aside marijuana and look at it as pure entertainment. Well, this is a break from the clichéd drama you are tired of seeing on the silver screen every now and then!

                                                                                                                                          

Why That December Love?

Everybody seems to be happy; because it is December. So I ponder? What makes December close to their hearts, well, mine too. Is it the sight of bright lit roads decorated with starts and shimmery lights on either sides, a soother to all worn out souls? Or is it the thought of festivities in the air that makes us feel that there is something to look forward to? Or is it the forthcoming Christmas ‘Holidays’? Holidays. Or the thought that December shall bring some moist and chill to the weather unlike the other 11 months where you might be roasted with heat? At least in this part of the world where I live in, that is the case. Or is it just being ‘December’ that makes us all happy?

When my Facebook profile is seemingly thrived with status updates saying December is here, I ponder, here is the month where everybody seems to be falling in peace with. There is no anti-December thought that I carry. I’am just confused to what makes just another month so looked upon. Maybe it is just what I had mentioned above. Maybe it is all of that. Maybe it is the turmoil inside every one of us that seeks for a break from the every day activity, and December brings some of it. The sight of cribs made from love and joy of togetherness, which can be seen in homes, wayside shops and huge mansions are purely the symbol of happiness and glee that this month brings.

So no matter whatever said, December is truly a month that carries some joy in its birth. Red-coated and shiny, December glories continues, in our souls, like a snowfall in a dry parched desert.December, welcome back! 

Happy to be part of this.

That day, everything seemed to fall in place, and I felt at peace. So as they say, beaches and sunset is always the perfect combination for a worn out, dreary soul. I was one. Sitting at the beachside, swimming pool chaise lounge, lest did I realize the worries life holds. No, I’am not exaggerating. My two days spent at Bentota (Sri Lanka) was paradise brought down for me. Maybe the gods wanted me to ‘literally’ take a break! Yea, maybe.

It was pure bliss- When sun bids goodbye to a day’s work, and when the moon takes over the shift. But they din’t seem to be tired. They seemed to be enjoying the switching over’s. They seem to be smiling at each other while passing by. The vast sea in front of me brought me tales from home. I looked at the waves which came across from lands. They brought to me the ‘feeling’, the warmth of my home which was miles away. Music is always man’s best companion when it comes to being with oneself, and music completes his/her longing for beauty. The sea ahead, music tantalizing my ears, tickling me through my veins, the rocks stood there like a strong woman, bearing the harshness of waves. Men and women were walking through the beachside, some holding hands, some alone, and some just looking at the waves.

So man is never alone in his misery. He has companion. And the man he sees right next to him on a crowded daylight busy street goes through a different story of being hit, hurt and sad. Miseries are forever. So are smiles and cheers. Look around to not see just the concrete giants, but also the eternal beauty nature has to offer. Love and peace aren’t difficult to attain. It all comes when you create them. And the only person that can do that for you is ‘you’.

Things never changed after that ‘one day’. At least, I realized that the world ain’t that bad a place to live in. Maybe I’am just another speck, but I have been offered too much to indulge in. For universal beauty never ceases to fail before my eyes. 

Photo Courtesy: some website for Sri Lankan tourism. 

Raining in the wild

The downpour of happiness

Today, I sit beside my windowsill

To see the magic rain brings

Like the outpour of words from a writer

Tears of the heartbroken lover

Respite from the summer woes

It poured

Right into my soul, into me.

Tall buildings stood still

Enjoying the marvels of this morning pour

Those Passive spectators,

They seem to be smiling at each other

Indulging in rain drops

Every single one

Windy secrets lashing between

Hurried people running around

Tress stuck in between

Feeling misfit amongst concrete

They all rejoiced

For raining it is!

Thy creations have always awed me

Words seemed not enough

The swirling winds, cloudy skies

Rain bliss and My eyes

I can never take them away from

All that nature offers me….

And I say to myself

What a perfect way to start!.

History Peeps. Hampi it is!

The small town of Hampi gives one a reality check to the long lost glories and marvels of a nation, looted and used, probably the most, by invaders. Beautifully carved and created, each stone wonders in Hampi has tales to tell, of kings and queens, tenants and peasants, lovers and ‘devdasis’, so many of them!

Hampi is situated in Northern Karnataka, and ‘cos I traveled by road from Bangalore, it took me 7-8 hours (P.S: The roads are killer. Super roadtrip it is!). Ruins of Vijayanagara kingdom, Hampi still stands tall with all the beauties and lovely sights history had to offer. Hindu deities and gods are carved and sculptured everywhere.

Hampi is ruins. The small town has temples, palaces, and buildings used in the 15^th century. The creeks and fowl smells inside these buildings bear testimony to the fact that we had a rich tradition, and our ancestors actually made them, carved them, out of stones. So you stand there breathless, looking at everything Hampi has to give you. Stoned! Literally that is.

They say there are umpteen hidden spots where tourists and locals gather to ‘smoke up’. Well, I was not fortunate enough to witness any of those places. But I did ‘trip’ royally on the intricate patterns and designs each stone was carved out of. You wouldn’t believe. There are hundred stories in each stone. Snakes, insects, spiders and reptiles crawl through the corridors and insides of these ancient wonders. Scare not, worry not, they are there to relish on history too.

Clearly a town that still lives to show the simplicity and majesty in which our ancestors lived, Hampi is truly a place to visit. Being a history ardent fan, Hampi is a place I wouldn’t mind visiting another 10 times. 

Photo Courtesy: Jayesh Mohan

Wildlife Paradise- Masinagudi.

So if you love wildlife, if you love that soothing breeze on your face, if you love greens around you, if you love staying on tree houses, if you love going for random walks inside the forest, then Masinagudi is the place! There is much to see in Masinagudi, the forest destination nearly three hours from Ootty. Located somewhere in the borders of Karnataka and Tamil Nadu, Masinagudi has much to offer to nature-lovers.

We traveled all the way to Ootty, made a halt there for a day (just to indulge in the serenity and calmness that town had to offer), and moved to Masinagudi. The place is perfect for those who need a break from the highly bust city life. My photographer friends clicked many pictures! And the journey to Masinagudi was bliss. With trees and animals (guiding us to Masin), lest did we think about anything else.

We stayed in a guest house, towards the interiors of the forest. You wouldn’t believe! There are tigers and wild elephants, deers and boars visiting this guest house (nearly a km away as they have fenced it). We were lucky enough to ‘trip’ on a small mountain lake that flowed nearby. The crispy fresh waters were sprinkled on us, and it was sunset. So the beauty of the waters merged so well with the colors of nature.

We moved more into the forest, the next day. The thick dense dark forest reminded me of the concrete jungle where buildings replace trees, and wild animals replace wild men and women (in the haywire for survival). We did our forest trekking in a jeep when we went deeper into the thickness of greens. We made barbeque once the sun went down. It was all soo much of fun!

Masinagudi is haven if you want a 3 day break from the chaos and calumnies of daily life. The pill I would suggest to elate your mood, and find peace! 

Goa, Oh! Goa. I Love You to Bits.

Goa, oh! Goa. How much have I fallen in love with you? The sweet sands on your beaches flattened me. Your perfect weather soothed me. Sight of men and women smoking the holy herb awed me. Inebriated youngsters who were sober awed me (again). Goa! Oh! Goa. How much have I fallen for you?

My carefree, totally not planned trip to Goa was magically awesome. With a bunch of friends who made it extra super, I spent three days of my life (journey) with good food, lovely people, and lots of fun. All I did was go around Goa and visit places. And whichever places we visited were random ones, which we never knew existed. From small restaurants, shacks on the beaches, forts, there is so much to see in Goa. Well, so much to indulge in, actually!

For my photographer friends, Goa was true bliss as they could capture sunset at its best, westernized roads with pubs that remind you of European countries (not that I have visited any! Thanks to Hollywood), free market (which I have loads to share about), and people from across the globe who have come there and blended in sync with all that Goa has to offer.

Free market which we visited at 10 p.m. was an array of lights spread out with colors and beautiful people. There was a bowl of cultures. Indian stalls where reds, blues and pinks reigned. Japanese, Germans, Italians, French, Dutch… so many of them together in the same market, selling goods that they made!

Vagatore where we stayed was a quiet place which bore a few churches and old houses. Mapusa had a huge market where we got the famous Goan Feni, Pork sausages and Pan Beer. Anjuna, where beach is at its best. How can I forget our dinner at the famous ‘Curlies’?! Baga for shopping. And Panaji where we witnessed many historical monuments.

Goa seemed like another planet to me. Ask me why? Well, for all that I know, the place has much to offer. From peace, tranquility (which is confined only to that place alone, I don’t know why!), to lots of independent loners, and fun unlimited everywhere, there is so much in Goa. I would rather call it ‘man-made paradise on earth’.

I don’t remember the name of the hotel we stayed, nor the places we visited. It was all random. And the fun lied when there was randomness everywhere. I don’t remember the people I met there, or the stores we got into. They were all mere randomness. But for all that I know, I wouldn’t miss a chance to hop in to Goa again. This time, alone maybe. With less stress and strain. The more your priorities, the less fun. What say! ? 

 

With Lots of Love from Sri Lanka

The land of handsome men and simple women, haven of colorful tuk-tuks, paddy fields and lots of greens, depth-taking beaches and disciplined traffic, tour de Sri Lanka was bliss. I’am a little too late (actually) in writing about my Sri Lankan trip, but as they say, better late than never. Oh! That wonderful place took my breath away, made me go ga-ga over its scenic beauty, and most of all, gave me a reality check on how people can lead a simple yet happy life.

Sri Lankans are recuperating from all the tragedies LTTE had imbibed on them. Bomb blasts, suicide attacks, gun shots and mass killings were nothing new to Sri Lankans. How can people just randomly kill other people, for nothing?! I ponder, but in vain. Generations have pondered on this question, but it is supposed to remain unanswered (as long as mankind exists).

We visited South Sri Lanka. And I was with my cousins, uncle and aunt, the company I would love to be with till I exist on earth, and cherish to no end. Having boarded at Colombo airport, we got in for our first Sri Lankan road trip, all the way to Pinnawala Elephant Orphanage where we had our lunch, and also saw hundreds of elephants soothing themselves with an afternoon bathing session. I could see, they were having truck loads of fun!

Off we went to our next destination which took us nearly four hours from the airport. Having spent a couple of days at a hill station named Kandy, we set off to Nuwara Eliya. The place famously known as ‘Little England’ showed us the sophisticated English bungalows (built during the British era), polished restaurants and the place was anglicized everywhere. And oh yea! We saw the temple where Sita was held by Ravana. We saw Hanuman’s huge footsteps. We saw the 5000 year old deity of Sita Rama. We saw the pond where Sita used to take her bath. We saw Nuwara Eliya, where history told tales in millions. The place where the world epic Ramayana took steep turns and lovely climaxes. Oh! We saw that blissful, holy place. I’am one of those lucky ones!

We went to visit the next holy place where Lord Buddha reigned. Kandy it was. The monastery faced a serious setback when LTTE bombed the place nearly a decade ago. Again, a monastery that bears testimony to human inconsideration and his uncanny! Buddha’s tooth is kept here. And the holy sight is open to public only once a year, when people from across the globe come here to witness that holy sight. Kandy was beautiful. The people there lovely. We witnessed South Sri Lankan cultural art forms which took us to the ethnic side of this lovely country, and helped us re-visit their past which had hundreds of tales. So it was time to bid good-bye, and say hello to beaches. We set ourselves for a 7 hour journey to Bentota!

The journey took us half a day (at least that is how we felt!).Having stopped occasionally for food and water, we made our way to Bentota. Indruwa Beach resorts, where we stayed, was true bliss. And if you plan for Sri Lanka, make sure you make a stop here. The vast sea (which stretched to ‘god-knows-where’), blissful beachside, strong rocks, and the occasional creaks that we saw in the beachside made our Bentota stay extra remarkable. We visited a couple of places at Bentota which included the turtle hatchery, water sporting arena etc., but nothing to beat a beach stroll at Indruwa, listening to some good music, and witnessing the sunset smile at you when bidding goodbye.

After spending 2 lovely days at Bentota, we started preparing ourselves to say final good-bye to Tour De Sri Lanka. We set off to Colombo, the capital of Sri Lanka where thousands of people halt with dreams and ambitions, where tall buildings rule, shopping malls smile at you, and huge restaurants and commercial spaces throng in thousands. It was shopping time for us too! We did our bit of purchases. Who says Sri Lanka is cheap!??!

We left the country of the lions with a heavy heart. All good things have to come to an end, doesn’t it? How can I forget our guide Chaminda who took us to all these placesm waited for us patiently when we strolled the roadside at Kandy and Colombo, and still had a smiling face! But when I write about my memoirs having spent a week there, I can also recollect the lovely people who are always willing to help you. So much to learn for Indians! Good-bye Sri Lanka for now. But I promise, if I ever get an opportunity to visit you again, I shall never miss it. Sri Lanka is true bliss.

The Dreamer. Long. Lost.

Living a life with hearty smiles, heavy tears and lots of good people! So if I sound like an elderly person, excuse me, I have just arrived at my mid-twenties- an age where realizations pop-up (out of nowhere) and relationships get bonded (with family and friends, for the good). Maybe I’am not one amongst the ‘lucky ones’ who have earnings in six digits, or an accredited ‘doctor, or ‘engineer’ tag (they say those are the privileged and accepted qualifications). But I’am happy in my own way. Thanks to a group of close ones whom I’am tightly knitted to, and the most understanding mother. I cannot ask for anything better.

I prefer not living the set norms. I dream. I dream a lot. And I’am still confused and baffled at the thought of ‘how I shall churn them into realities’. Ask me about my aspirations. Traveling, people, books, writing, cultures and the way they live it, lots of greens and blues, colors inter-twined by nature and man-kind, food, beautiful attires, rains. I want to see them all. Relish every bit of it, and meet their depths. Live them to my heart’s content.

Holy. My dreams sound very ‘unrealistic’, don’t they? Well, for a 25 year old Malayali girl realizing those dreams are more ‘nightmarish’ than ‘dreams’. Literally. My real love, now, seems to be in all that I mentioned above. Maybe I have been labeled ‘freak’, for all my supposedly freakish thoughts, but yeah! Who doesn’t have them?

Sometimes god wants you to meet certain people, and he/she (I’am not a feminist. But I still don’t believe god is ‘male’!) knows that you shall be happy with them. God puts you into the right hands, and knows what you need. You cling on, automatically. Cos’ that is where you belong to (that sense of feeling). And the funniest part is, how you would’ve never ever thought of being a part of their lives. And how they influence you, and mould you into the person you are now. I owe my dreams and aspirations to umpteen of them out there. Friends whom I have had over the years, lovely set of cousins and relatives, people who have loathed me for the person I’am and much more. My dreams would’ve been so different if not for them.

Life would have been a bed of roses if you could do all what you loved. It would have been so uncomplicated if everyone thought alike. But yeah, getting back to reality, I live in a world where there are a million different thinkers, and they all think and act from pole 1 to pole 100. So why do I expect warmness and applauds to my dreams? Maybe I should just chase them. Maybe I would pass a giggle reading this on my blog, another 3 years from today. But I can show my ‘then people’ that once upon a time I had dreams, and they were these. Let me leave it to time, to tell rest of the tales…. What if I’am really living my dreams then…

24 and 'not so strong'?

Well, its been ages. I know. What they say is true. You lose the initially gained interest on anything after a while. We are humans, arent we? We get bored of things so easily. Let me tell you. Blogging AKA writing has never failed to interest me. But that right time need to click. It took me a couple of months (since my last blog post) to get clicked!

Sitting joblessley with my TV on, and pondering on why these people cannot show some good flicks, you might by now know how bored I'am currently. But wait, its 19th November 11. 30 p.m now. In like half an hour, I shall turn 24! Yes yes, its my birthday. Gone are those days when i used to sleeplessly stay awake with a flush of joy wondering about the attention I shall get on my birthday at school- from friends, teachers, acquaintances....

I feel old. I know I know, I'am too young to be old. Life has more in store for me. Worser lessons await. Meaner people are waiting down the lane. But everything seems so bllaaaahh now. I feel 'friends' are fake. Real people dont exist. Am I showering too much of negativity on my birth-day.

*consoling*- you were born this day. How can u hate it! life being a human is soo good. So many things to do, people to meet, things to eat. So just sit back and enjoy this ride. God does not let everyone take this roller coaster ride!!!

So let me be the first one to wish ME MY birthday. Happy birthday love! live life to the fullest. Take things easy. Nothing aint your worries and tensions. And chuck people who think you arent worth them. They dont deserve you. Have a nice day! :)

Facebook-ed

So much has been said and discussed about Facebook. This virtual space has eaten up a considerable amount of our time already. But I (personally) think it's worth it. Not because you make random friends from across the globe. I'am against the concept of making friends through a social medium like FB. It must be cool or social or whatever. But I'am scared. The world is not such a nice sweet place, you know...

They say that FB has ruined the traditional methods of keeping in touch like sending letters, phone calls and stuff. Now don't you think that is something nice, cos' it helps you save quite a good fortune? People just need to write on each other's walls and send msgs for which you would get instant replies! Everyone logs into FB at least once a day. So any emergency, all you need to do is send a msg! Now, these are pretty decent advantages that I can think of.

Also, I prefer categorizing FB as the perfect recreational ground. You talk to your long lost friends (for hours and hours), discuss stuff with your colleagues, and interact with friends easily. Now, let me not get there. It might sound like reading an essay on the good and bad sides of FB. But anyways, too much of anything can cause harm. You need to know where to draw THE LINE.

At the doorstep of a beautiful world of letters

I've been interested in politics. I think maybe from my age of 15??I think. I've wanted to be a politician. Well, precisely a minister. Point to be noted. It's not the digging-into-common-man's-plate factor of politicians that has tantalized me. It's the eagerness to bring about a social cause that has fascinated me. I always knew I wouldn't end up being one. Then I wished to be a lawyer, which again was a strict no-no from amma. She said law is not a profession meant for women. Some lawyer relative of mine said that to her. Anyways, whatever. I'am a writer now. I'am happy. At least I'am doing what I like.

Mechanical writing or robotic jobs are not my cup of tea. I think it applies to every soul. I cannot be a machine 8 hours a day for handsome pay. I better sit home jobless looking at the thronging crowd of my city and vastness of skies from my balcony. Writing helps me unveil a side of me which I love exploring. I experiment. I chuckle. I laugh and tears fills my eyes when I type down what's on my mind. I love life for these small little things god gifted me. I wish my spirits soar high to write till my last breath, so that I can write.

A spill over of my judgement

I write cos'I cant think of a better option

to express my views and thoughts on white

is what I would want to do till I die......

Bonds that last a lifetime

Gone are those days
Days of laughter and innocence
Days when smile meant happiness
Fake was unknown
Everything was genuine
Time changes, so do we
But I wish I could go back to them
Be in their arms and feel their warmth.......
I wish..................

Flashback poetry

Poetry has been dripping through me since a while now. I've been eating, drinking, sleeping poetry since the last couple of days. And yes, Ive been driving poetry lately, i.e. I have been thinking things with rhyming words while driving my scooter and car. Good lord, help me with this last one. Take care of me. Amen.

10 years back
FLASHBACK:---------------------------------------------------------------

I remember how I used to tear pages from my Maths book (arrghh.. spelling M-A-T-H-S makes me wanna bang my head on this wall) to write poems. I tear the page. Write what I thought on a rose in my garden.

WHAT IS ON MY MIND NOW?!!----------------------->

My poems on roses and dogs were much appreciated by my grandmother- the lady who imbibed in me the love for all good things in the world. She taught me to loathe nothing, but love mother earth and her creations. Poetry, according to her was an outpour of beauty in things which YOUR naked eye captures. She asked me to pen down what I saw. Hence, I used English to convey my thoughts. I started loving the language, literature and everything about it. 'Ammu' I miss you. Thanks for teaching me to love life.

My star lit night tales

A moonlit night shares tales
Tales of glory and pride

I look up to see the rains like soldiers of a war
Ready to pour down once the chord strikes
I see the stars bright and strong like the martyr's wife
waiting for her spouse to seal her lips with his

The moon, a solomon
Who knows his kingdom shall hail
Queen of Queens, the breeze boasts
I determine his do's and dont's
Clouds, the Infanta
Who takes pride in daddy's might

A moonlit night shares tales
Tales of glory and pride.
The speck in the wind carries tales
Far from land unknown
The unseen squeaks and squeals of insects uncut
The night holds darkness too beautiful for words

Night I love you, you bring me dreams
Slumber is peace, peace that tranquilizes
Night I love you. Embrace me tight.

Oscar 'WILDE', I love you

How can I not talk about him? His poetry is a pot of creativity bubbling with charisma, his essays talk literature at its best, his short stories takes you to 18th century Britain, a land of kings and queens, a land with prince charming and pretty princess, his novels are realistic. They amuse you.

The first ever piece of Oscar Wilde that I tripped on was his short story 'Birthday of the Infanta', a story I just couldn't take out of my system. It's been more than five years. The prose still haunts me. 'BoTI' was the perfect starter to my diet of Oscar Wilde. The main course consisted of 'The Importance of being Earnest', with his essays and poetry filling my literary palette as the right desert. His quotes are the occasional drinks you would want to sip in between food. They help you ease life. He knew what generations in the years to come would need.

He is a class apart. He carries style, criticizes social norms and societal hypocrites in the right manner. Ireland his land, but world literature lovers cannot deny the fact that we all could relate to what he has penned down. My favorite author. Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde, I wish you were alive. I would've come all the way to your land.

Tagged Valley Girl!!!

While having a conversation with my US returned (not really returned. He came here for a holiday) cousin over dinner, he asked me where I would want to end up in another five years, which holiday spot I aspire to visit, my favorite shopping spots and stuff. Well, if you are wondering whether this guy is a 50 year old HR recruiter, you got that wrong. A stunning 16 year old intelligent boy, he flooded me with queries which I did enjoy answering. Finally he tagged me- Valley girl. Having no clue to what a valley girl meant, I pondered, referred the dictionary, SMS'ed a couple of US accent acquainted friends and stuff. It was Internet to the rescue then.

Valley Girl- a stereotype leveled at a socio-economic and ethnic class of of American women who can be described as colloquial English speaking, materialistic, self- centered, hedonistic, and often sexually promiscuous. (Couresty-Wikipedia) What the......!!!! was my first reaction.

Allright so if you have been wondering why I was called so, even I haven't really figured that out. But the few answers I gave was- I wanna live in a studio apartment in NY, I wanna own Prada, and wear Gucci (I clearly said I wished, and not that I own), and walk around with D&G. So hence I'am a Valley Girl.

Phew. Sigh. The name reminded me of some wanna-be, or stereotyped blonde, or even Paris Hilton. He returned back to the US. I'am not in touch with him (no no, not cos of this. He is not a FB person or neither does he or me take the pain to call).

NY is a dream. A dream (for me) that looks high up the ladder of probabilities. A dream which maybe luck can gift me today or tomorrow. How about owning a studio apartment overlooking the sea in the center, and city lights adding charm towards the right, and an overview of slums to the left. Religion taught me right is god and left is satan. For me, city personifies god. What if this apartment was in the heart of Mumbai? Somewhere near Dadar, or Juhu.

Dreams, dreams, dreams... I say. Such a wonderful thing to do on a lazy jobless weekday afternoon at office.

Dreams hold me tight

For your embrace tickles me

happiness and ecstasy finds their path to my soul

Dreams, you make me think

The dark ones annoy me, the happy ones makes my day

Your visits on the moonlit night taking me to a world I wish to enter

Your visits unexpected, I love you for them

Dreams hold me tight

For you make life a brighter and sweeter place

Picture Courtesy: Some site! I typed Valley girl, and this is what THE INTERNET shows me. So that means THIS IS the Valley girl ;). Burp.

The respect, lost and forgotten

I take pride in my gender. I don't find a reason to crib for being a woman. Thanks to an upbringing, where I was not taught to get a 'just passed' in academics, marry and have kids for the sake of it, be a sex object alone to the opposite sex, wash dishes and clean clothes, and last but not the least, be a loyal partner to man. All these now, seems to be more than difficult to me.

The Malayali attitude to the being with tits would never change. I can write this down on paper. At least not in the next 100 years. No offence to the handful of men who have been holding up their respect, but they are just the minority. Well, belonging to a land of men who are sex- driven 24x7 (even in their sleep), women cannot be fantasized better than that.

The super-woman concept finds no relevance here. Come on people, appreciate and applaud the work our moms have been doing over the years. Hat's off to women who have been juggling office work and household chores perfectly. Women breaking cliches and stereotypes, are still a taboo- a taboo that can label them sluts and bitches. A divorced women is looked down by her own family. Mothers cannot stop secluding their daughters from the four walls of the house from the day she menstruates. You are a big girl now, the world is bad, and mommy wants you safe. You and me have heard this. Oh let me remind you, the situation is a little grave here. Girls, once they are out of their momma's womb, or rather I would call 'the angels paradise', is unsafe here. Keralittes, I say....

People, divorces happen not because two individuals wants to part ways for fun. It happens cos' they are just not able to get well with each other. You might be lucky enough to get a spouse who bears with the brunt of you. Not everyone is fortunate.

So let me not deviate from what I wished to convey. Writers, artists, and experts from umpteen fields have written, spoken, read about the struggle women have been enduring over the years. Well, no one really cares. A male-chauvinist calls this 'the oppressed genre's relentless dreams'. We dream. We dream for a revolution which can repulse men. Feminists do not demand an upper hand, all they demand is equality. Mocking at them, really does not degrade us. Think for a moment. Can anyone be bothered about such lame degrading? With all respect to men who knows how to look up to woman- a day would come when your sex-driven stares and 'lemme take you to bed right now' looks would not be taken seriously. This is no Utopian fantasy. The world is changing, so are WE.

Non Vegetarian is sin

Ehem Ehem.. look who is talking!! :D That was me. The one who said non-veg is sin. I just chewed some fish fry a while back. Guilty-consciousness haunts me. Ask me why!? I'am an animal lover. I cant bear the sight of a creature being hurt or tortured for whatever maybe the purpose. OMG! I'am so contradictory. I still haven't figured out why I cannot quit meat. I somehow manage to stay away from red meat. No beef. Cow is religious. God would get bugged with me if I have beef. When I think of the masala dipped, deep fried chicken, spicy red fish curry, or eggs (cooked in any form is appealing to my taste buds), I find it so hard to resist my guilty pleasures.

I thought. Me alone cannot make any difference to this food chain or whatever. Till the world ends, man is gonna kill and eat his fellow creatures. Maybe he thinks he is way to superior, or maybe this has become an inevitable part of our diet, or maybe those 'poor things' were born to be eaten... Recently, in Youtube, I saw how man killed and ate dogs in some weird part of the globe. GROSSS!!!!!!!!!! The way they killed it, I wished I could go there and spank him for the cruelty. Well, I know that is how chickens and mutton and beef are killed here too. OMG, why am I so contradictory? I'am just not able to take a stand. I want to quit animal meat on my palatte. I want to rely on veggies for my survival. GOD, grant me the will power. I need that desperately.