In love with Chennai.. :)

When my friend, D called me up and asked if I am interested to go for a two day crash course in Chennai, I had nothing much to think about.. I promptly gave my Yes. Only then did I ask the other details. I came to know that two of her friends, J and N, will be joining too, and I had seen them only once. Anyways I convinced my parents and got their assent.

We checked for the tickets. Chennai is 12 hours away from our native. But we didn’t get the tickets. So we had to opt a train which takes a different route and it takes 18 and odd hours to reach Chennai. Everybody around us started blah-blah’ing that we have taken the most stupid decision ever. That we are gona die of boredom. And to top it all, return tickets also was booked for the same train. Advices poured in from all sides to see if we can avail Tatkal. But we knew, this was exactly what we wanted. Boredom would be something which is nowhere in our sight.

And yes.. Those 5 days which we spent together.. To say that it was a blast would be an underestimation. In fact, now I feel jealous of people who can beautifully pick up the right words and pass on the joy they felt to the readers through words. Aaargh.. I am hopless.

Chennai was a place we four have only heard of us. We had zero Tamil knowledge. And there were so many people around us who wanted to “help” us.

There were the ones who said you cannot live in Chennai without knowing Tamil. All the bus displays and all will be in Tamil. Then there were the ones who said once you get down at a place and ask for the direction, they will understand that you are new to this place and they will misguide you..

And it went on.

We googled about the places to visit to the food to taste to safe accommodations to what not. The moment our parents waived us good bye from the railway station, we instantly switched to the masti mode. Two girls and two boys. We talked and laughed and sang and pulled each others legs. We had a great time. We slept late and got up early, for we didn’t want to miss anything. Chennai came a lot sooner than it should have that morning. 18 hours flew in the blink of an eye.

We reached Chennai at morning 5 the next day. The sun was already up unlike in Kerala. We had a cup of coffee and started exploring the city. We spent a few minutes infront of the Automatic ticket vending machine which showed the route of suburban trains of Chennai. We got an idea on what and where. We reached the ladies hostel which we have booked in advance and J and N hired a room nearby. We had only one day for the outing as we had full day classes on the next two days and had to return by night train on the second day after class.

chennaicentralThe only acquaintance we have with Tamil are the one which we developed watching Tamil Movies. We shopped at T-Nagar. Had hot dosais from Saravana Bhavan. Watched the sun set at Marina beach. We wanted to go to Express Avenue as well. Somebody guided us to get down at Light House station and that EA is at walkable distance. After spending some time in Marina Beach we decided to go to EA and got into the train and got down at Light House station. We started walking… Gosh.. Instead of EA we reached some other part of the same Marina Beach again. So we decided to leave EA plan and sat there chit-chatting. We had one of the loveliest evenings of our life there.

Tirumailai_MRTS_station_Chennai_(Madras)We wandered aimlessly through the city till 9 o clock. The sides of the streets are very busy filled with vendors selling everything from clothes to bangles to bindi packets to toys to combs to earrings to chains to coconuts. There is hardly a lady who does not have a string of jasmine on their beautifully plaited hair. So we also decided to buy one.

Next two days were occupied with full day classes. But before we returned, we paid a short visit to Express Avenue as well.

Transportation is very cheap in Chennai. Suburban trains run very frequently. Even the local city busses are cheap.

In Kerala, the bus conductor actually comes to us to collect the cash and give tickets. I have seen in Tamil movies that this is not the case in TN. The system of passing the money and returning the balance and ticket was quite amusing when we did it in person. We thought, had it been here in our native, the money would have gone to the pockets of some passenger instead of reaching the conductor.

MylaporeKapaleeshwararTempleAnother interesting incident which made us laugh to no limits… On the way back from EA in a city bus, the seat next to mine was vacant. J and N were sitting behind me. An old lady came and asked me something. I didn’t understand a bit. She repeated and I gave her the same blank expression. As she was still standing there without occupying the seat, I thought she was asking for the side seat. When I started to get up, she said ukaaruma ukaaru ukaaru and sat in the seat next to me. I turned at my friends sitting behind me and gave a confused smile (which said Oh man.. what did this lady just say) .. only to see that the they have already bursted out with a loud round of laughter. The lady also turned back and they stopped laughing all on a sudden. There was a minute of silence. Then she started laughing. She got up from the seat and said something like, “oh you left the seat vacant for him to sit. I am sorry. Ok.. you people carry on. I will move to some other seat.” She gave a naughty look and moved to some other seat. Gosshhh.. She had mistaken us. None of us knew what to do. We sat trying hard not to laugh at her. We had to get down at the next stop. When I got up, she said take care dear. Its already dark and gave a naughty smile again. We somehow got down and busted out from the bus stop till our bellies ached. (Later, I learned that all she asked me was, can I sit here? Is this vacant?)

Altogether it was a lovely trip. Summer is not so hard at Chennai this year. We had a pleasant stay. We literally forgot that we had come to attend the class and that the exam is due in a month.

Bindaaaass..

And as I mentioned in the beginning, the two other than D were just acquaintance for me. But after this trip, all the three became my close friends. They gave me a gift welcoming me to their gang.. A coffee mug which said, Whenever you will need a friend to talk to, you will always find me beside you!

And let me mention one more incident. One night, after the dinner, J and N left us at our hostel and went to their room. On the way to their room, they saw the Menu displayed in a hotel: Hyderabadi Chicken, Hyderabadi prawns. They couldn’t control. They instantly jumped in and had. They made sure that D and me remain unaware of all these episodes.. :P But they vomited very badly that night and had to tell us at last. D was very angry with them. First for having those blah blahs without taking us. Secondly, for hiding it from us. But we instantly made up. The coffee mug which J and N presented her was of Angry Bird!!

Five days of pure joy. I miss you D, J and N. Those belly aching laughters. Those moment when our eyes were wet after a big laughter. I miss u..

Thank you for giving me such beautiful memories.

Thank you for your friendship.

Thank you for making me comfortable in your gang. I had absolutely no “third person syndrome”.. :D

Looking forward for our next trip together..

 

Image courtesy: Google Images

How do you deal with a person who has lost a loved one?

Honestly, I don’t know.

I don’t know how to behave when I visit their house.

I don’t know what to tell them.

Howmuchever we say, he has led a happy life or he must be watching you from heaven, its just not going to be the same again.

Yesterday my friend lost her father. 3 years back, she lost her elder brother, who was just 23 to cancer. She is 23 and is doing her MBA now. Why is god so unfair to them??

I visited her today, though I didn’t stay much long. I really don’t know how to describe the situation here. I have seen her only as a bubbly, chirpy, cheerful, beautiful girl. And today, she was lying there without having eye contact with anybody.. Staring at the open window, with teary eyes. It wasn’t until this very moment, that I began to understand the meaning of grief.

There was complete silence in the room for the first few minutes. I was afraid of saying the wrong thing, or making her feel even worse. Then, I started talking breaking the silence. We talked about our college, our friends and something and all. Her eyes welled up often and voice choked. All I could do was press her hands.

I didn’t ask a word about her father or about his death. I heard a lady out there asking somebody, how did it happen?? Didn’t you know that he is serious?? Didn’t you think of any better medical help??

Now that he is dead, I feel all these questions are just meaningless. It doesn’t really matter. No flashback or rewind is going to bring him back to life.

 

I hugged her. Pressed her hand in mine. Arranged the hair which fell on her tired face.

And said, I will come later, take care.

And she smiled.

 

It is said that time heals everything.. But does the loss of your loved one ever heal? 

Of boy hunting..

Yes yes.. You read right. I meant boy hunting only.

My parents, sister and BIL were working on the plan of hunting down a boy for me for quite a while now. My mom throws “hints” in between our casual talks, and I keep shouting at her, No amma, not this soon.. I am not prepared. She immediately hopes to the next topic. That said, we never had a serious discussion on the topic at home.

But my tech savvy amma with some help from my sis managed to create profiles in some of the matrimonial sites.

And she even managed to arrange a professional photographer when I was at home, to get myself photographed so that she can attach my face to my profiles. So I was photographed in various poses, in various dressings, from various angles.. LOL I heard the shutter sound some 50+ times, when he finally gave me a satisfied look.

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One evening, my mom received a call from an executive of a matrimonial site. After a brief introduction he got into the topic.

Exe: Madam, is this the right time to talk to you about a new package we are gona offer to Jo?

Amma: Package?? :shock:

Exe: Yes madam, I can explain it to you.

Madam, you tell us the qualifications and qualities you expect for a suitable match for your daughter. We will pick up the profiles that match your requirements and will send a set of profiles weekly.

Amma: :shock: :roll: :shock:

Exe: If you are okay with any of them, we will send it to the boy’s family. If its okay for them as well, we will arrange for the families to meet. And you can have more than one meetings in a day, as per your convenience.

Amma: :shock: :roll: :shock: :roll: :shock: :roll: :shock:

Exe: And the fees we charge for this was Rs. 21,000. Now we offer this service at a discounted rate of Rs.19,000.

Amma: :roll::roll::roll::roll:(by know her eye balls are about to fall down and her mouth is a perfect O.) Thank you for calling up. I think I better find a match for my daughter myself.

Just imagine 2-3 sets of families coming to meet you in a day.. Is this a hi-tech version of Swayamvara?

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Let me tell you, if you wana have a good laugh after a tiring day, just go, browse some matrimony sites. There is so much fun out there.. I assure u ;)

Here is some interesting answers I found in “What I am looking for” column (of the matrimonial site ok)?

  • intelligent, fair, “healthy and well built” girl from a well settled family :shock: how funny?? :roll:
  • A Malayali girl  who is comfortable with Hindi, English and Tamil  *so this guy would probably in the middle of writing a Malayalam- English -Hindi-Tamil dictionary* :roll:
  • I am looking for a girl who can always make me laugh, no matter what. *looking for a wife or a joker??*
  • Should have general knowledge and should know all current affairs. :shock: *no comments*
  • She should be best looking *not even good looking! Damn that Ash got married*
  • She should match with my looks, if not with education.. :shock:

Crazy are their ideas about the partner na??

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A guy with an unmarried sister’s profile read as “My parents and sister are very supportive. I promise my wife will not have any problems from them”

 

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Then there was this guy who introduced himself as, “the only son to rich parents”.. :-|

And yes.. Boy hunting continues.. And so does the interesting profiles..:P

On my tech-savvy Amma

GB did this cute post on the SMS stories in and around her house. When I read the post, I thought I will write about my tech-savvy mom..

Warning: Long post ahead

Though we had a desktop at our home, my mom never came anywhere in its vicinity. She didn’t even know to come and sit in front of it to watch a movie, if one is played on it – leave alone its operation. So that was my Amma.. :D

Though, I and my sis took efforts to ‘educate’ my mom and dad, she used to run away.

Things changed overnight when the school which my mom worked, implemented compulsory computer training for all its teachers. Then she wanted us to teach her, instead of being ‘taught’ in her school. But by then, my sis got married and I was staying far away at a hostel, and both of us were not at home. So my mom got trained from her school and was self-sufficient! During my calls to her, she never missed to tell me what all she learned that day. She used to test my knowledge asking, do you know the full form of CPU or do you know how to connect a USB and so on..  My calls to her ended only with belly aching laughter.. Gosh! :D

And now she is a computer literate ok? Then again she happened to attend a training session, where her instructor happens to be my sister’s close friend, S. (Yes yes, he is half the age of my mom) I was at home for my Sem break then. She came home one evening and told that S had given her a home assignment. After a while, she came and switched on the PC to do her homework!!! She told me she was to type out a piece of text and was supposed to hyperlink the keywords used to its definition in Wikipedia. She tried and tried and tried. But it didn’t work.  Then I was invited to the scene. ;) The word was hyperlinked, but some settings of our system didn’t allow it to connect with the external source. It threw out an error something like, Contact the system administrator. The user does not have the desired right. I gave up. She was all tensed, just like a 3rd Std kid would be in front of her teacher who had caught her for not doing homework. She immediately picked up her mobile and called S.

Amma: S, I tried to hyperlink the text. But I couldn’t do. Seems there is some technical error. You speak to Jo.

*Hands over the phone to me*

Me: S, It is throwing up an error like blah blah blah.

S: It happens because of some settings in your system. The way she did it is correct. Leave it now.

Me: Ok, S. (I reversed the role of mom and daughter) So S, she has tried sincerely, but still couldn’t complete her homework. Please don’t punish her at the class tomarrow. :P

S laughed. :P

I laughed. :P

And my mom.. rolleyes She didn’t know what to do..

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On internet:

We taught her a bit of Facebook-ing and making calls via Skype, so that she can see the photos we upload in FB and can see my sister’s daughter when she makes a call. N now you know, I see her making comments, “Like”ing and all.. And one day, my cousin C rang me up and started laughing. Seems my mom pinged him on FB, “Hello J, where are you now?” J is my mom’s cousin who is in no way related to C!!!!!!!!!

Gosh!

I called amma and threatened her telling if you are gona misuse, I am gona put strict restrictions on the usage of internet!! ;) (Now who is the mom, who is the daughter? rolleyes )

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On mobile phone:

My mom had a very basic Nokia set. I taught her the basic things like, attending an incoming call, accessing our numbers from her phonebook and making a call etc.. She was totally ignorant about the whole business of SMS! Whenever I went home for vacations, I used to find her inbox wheezing with messages. I press Delete all and clear it. Slowly, I showed her how to enter text, how to open messages etc. Initially, she used to type full sentences with correct spellings and all that. And I reply in SMS language. She caught up with the language soon and started replying in the same mode. Now, she has improved so much and has even learned to send out short forms which only she can read!! :)

Me and my sis are not at all morning persons. Both of us are “late to bed and late to rise” types. If at all we want to get up early for some reason (when we are away from home) we used to ask her to call up. And on some days, she reads the message hours later than when we wanted to get up. By the time she rings me up, we must have already reached office.

Once, when I was staying as a Paying Guest, I heard somebody knocking hard at my door early morning (read early morning in our language. It was around 5.30) I opened the door and with my half shut, ready-to-sleep-for-another-3-hours eyes, I saw the house lady standing with her mobile.

Me: What happened Aunty? Why at this time?

HL: Your Mom is on call. She wanted to talk to you it seems.

*Snatches the phone from her*

Me: Amma.. what happened, Amma?

Amma: Good morning dear

Me: Good morning. But why so early? Why did you call to Aunty’s cell?

Amma: U texted me yesterday night na asking me to wake you up at 5.30 I tried calling in your cell. But u were not picking the call. So I thought I will call Aunty.

Me: What? Text? Who? Me? When?

Amma: You are mad or what? Don’t you remember sending me an SMS?

*Grabs my phone from the table and checks my Sent items.*

Me: No Amma, I didn’t.

Amma: I will read it out

*Silence*

Amma: Oh baby, its not you, it was your sister’s message.

Gosh!!!! rolleyes

@#$%^&*

Before I could say anything she hung up the call. neutral

And my sister, who wanted to wake up early, was peacefully sleeping at some other part of the world, when all these dramas were airing!

After that incident, she always double check the sender and the message!

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On forward mails

My sis and family went on a holiday trip to Malaysia. She used to send us (me and mom) some photos every night. My mom would call me up every single day and ask me how to view the photos. And every single day, I would repeat how to open the mail, how to download the pics and how to view the downloaded pics.

One evening, my mom’s sis rang up and we were chit-chatting.

MS: Hey, I saw the Malaysia photos.

Me: Oh! Sis sent you. They are having a great time there.

MS: No no, she sends ur Amma na?

Me: Awww… My mom learned how to forward the mails?? That too, she didnt ring me up even once with any issues. BLISS. You know for how long I had been trying to impart the working knowledge to her?? biggrin

Was blushing proudly thinking of my amma’s graduation

Ms: Oh.. But no baby. She gave me her mail id and password, and asked me to check the pics.

Gosh!!! confused There I was.. As if I had fallen from the 10th floor exclaim