Saturday, December 18, 2010


  • ok, I guess I hate rejection more than changes. Again most of us do. During my college placements, I wanted to get in to a "mass" company because getting in was easy and it meant that, I did not have to go through a series of rejections in the interviews. Loads of guys asked why a "mass" company, but I obviously lied to all of them :)
    Even today, I might not make a move easily with the fear of getting rejected. Tis ' not just the rejection but also the period of over-coming which involves massive self-ripping. 
    So, I conclude, tis' not the changes that I am running away from, it is the rejection of being accepted that keeps me at bay. However, REJECTION seems to be finding its way back to me.
  • I want to eat Rava Dosa.
  • I am running out of ideas for cartoons. (Please refrain yourself from saying "YOU ARE A CARTOON YOURSELF")
  • Saw Guzaarish, Couples Retreat, Uthama puthiran, Social Network 
  • I want to make a movie on Harishankaran, on the same lines of Social Network. Hari , like Mark is ambitious ( and might be a billionaire soon) . He is the co-founder of
  • I want to go 6 years back. I want to study Arts and make it my profession or may be even Event Management.

    P.S : My 2 year old neighbour rejected me, :(  so the post. He refused to play with me and instead picked another 2 year old kiddo over me. Life ishtene.
    Hari, I have been adverting interviewstreet wherever possible, so solpa pay maadi. 

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

I do not seek changes. They just happen. All my life, changes have been sweet. Very Sweet. However, I fear the current change is not as easy as the rest of'em.
How I hate changes!!! Everybody does I guess. Atleast when we are in our safe lil' nest where no cuckoo would bother to peek-in. But then change is inevitable. It has to peek-in one day. That day might either turn out to be the worst day of your life or the best day if you just flow with the change and let it happen because whatever-happens-happens-for-good.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Random Ramblings

- Nan Mobile alltha idhe. No calls no msgs. I am thinking of committing its suicide.

- I always tend to work hard towards something that I know is impossible. I always put that extra effort in achieving it. I am not talking about the materialistic pleasures like success/high rank. I am talking mainly about the tiny pleasures...impressing people around us,  impressing that gal or guy who-doesn't-give-a-damn, talking to that person who is kinda ignoring you. That extra effort that I put in is quite annoying.  And hola, when my efforts pay off, I always ALWAYS tend to go against it.

- Its been almost 3 years in Bangalore. This place teaches me so many lessons everyday about struggle, life, happiness, pleasures. Not that Mysore dint, but I guess now is the time for me to learn.

- I want to eat Paneer Dosa.

- Wish I knew I were a creative person, a couple of years back.

- I am confused, very very confused right now. I detest a certain sect of people and I have a feeling that I have started to fall in that category.

- I want to eat Rava Dosa too. I have been trying to catch hold of one.

- Wonder how my life would have if my name was Annapooranamma. This was my 1st name. Sounds cooler than my current name.

- Loving my PS3+Move.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Oh the Rain!!!!!!

"The first drops of rain always bring a smile on our faces. The smell of wet soil, the damp grass, and the slosh of puddles under our feet make us want to dance with wanton joy. Rains make a heart go romantic. Ever danced in the rain? The feeling is inexplicably beautiful. Hold your sweetheart's hand and walk in the rains while the clouds play cupid. "

Who ever said this is not a Bangalorean. However, I AM.
Yesterday it rained cats and dogs here. I had planned for a DBC yesterday but all in vain.
Thanks to the rain.
Rains have always been an element of love romance, in the movies, books. Cut to reality, rains are always a pain (you know where). I was just 2kms away from home sweet home but the ride in the rain was horrible. I had forgotten to carry my jacket. My poor lil' PEP had just recovered from a rare disease ( MILEAGE and SPEED never crossed 20) and yesterday was another test. Poor PEP had to swim in a 2km Hurdle race. After 1 km, a Spider hopped onto my neck, god knows for what bloody reason. It was huge.
I chucked my PEP in a parking place and I decided to walk for a while. The rain had come down by now but continued to show no mercy. I walked around with my helmet on. The open drainage on the roads were filled and water was gushing away to glory. Hopping from one safe place to the other, I some-how made it home. Oh yeah, I forgot the main problem. My glasses. I got a new pair of geeky glasses which dont fit me. Its the worst torture, wearing glasses in a rain while riding. OMG. This new pair is worse, I wish they had a wiper. FYI...I have been going through this pain for 13 years now.

This is how rains are in reality. The quote is a dhod sullu. Rain does not symbolize romance, its a pain (you know where). yavanadhru iga rain mele ondh romantic post baribekalla. chindhi chithranna. "Hold your sweetheart's hand and walk in the rains while the clouds play cupid." Hodusko thaane yelladhru sikkudhre. Illi nadiyakke jaaga illa, kay kay hodkond nadiyodh bere.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Oh god!!! plz kapaadu

Finally mugithu. This has by far been the worst WORST ever week of my life.
Everything was fine on the last weekend. I even watched "We Are A Family". I know I know, I watched with great difficulty. Lets discuss this later. So, after watching that fateful movie, I started the week with a bang.

Monday morn - My maid servant for some reason thought of eloping to her native. Mother India said "you are replacing her". kasta pattu 4 years engg odhi - VTU nalli - 8th sem nalli proj maadi :P - L.K.G nalli 1st Rank thandhu - and here I am with a saarso batte.
Now after mane-mundhe-neer-haaki-gudsi-saarsi, I went to office just to find out that my old friend was having a very bad time and I feel she doesnt deserve to be in a situation she is in right now.
Hold still, this was just the beginning of the week. I couldnt work after this. The same afternoon, a friend fell sick, she had to be admitted to the hospital. My mind was going bonkers. Isht saaldhu antha, I fought with a friend and screwed it up big time. BIG TIME.

I thought this was it. Its just a bad day but no, the next day, I found out that my super bike's mileage has been  around 10 for quite a few months and I dint even know about it. I must have spent a fortune on the petrol in the past few months. Also the SUPER bike decided that I-am-not-gonna-go-beyond 20 speed. The only vehicle I over-took was tharkari-maaro-gaadi. I could not over-take a cycle man.

Wednesday nothing happened. thank you god for this. Mother India also gave me an off  from work.

Thursday maha bhayankara day - While I was saarsing the mane, I tripped over something and fell over the bucket full of galij-water. Splash, living room full of water. There I was, swimming in the water, fighting for my life. Floods nalli iro thara feeling. Water had already conquered the sofa ( the sofa's coushions touch the ground ). Mother India arranged for my thithi. I got into such a bad fight with her. I spent the next 3hrs in the flood relief program.

Come Friday - I am still not in talking terms with my mom. My friend continues to ignore me despite all my so-called attempts . I havent done a naya-paisa work though out the week.

Oh god, lets call it a week. Lets not wait till Sunday. Please consider this as my sincere-humble request, plz plz get over with this week asap.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Kya Chahiye Madam? kidhar jana?

These 2 years in bangalore have been a pain you know where ;) Seriously, the traffic, the rickshaw drivers, the multi lingual murugespalya. Oh God Murugespalya!!!!

My mane road  has 2 kannada-speaking family and I include my family in it (We are telugu, but the 3 of us know kannada). Creepy Palya. However, Mother India loves it. She has never had soooo many friends ever before. Nan kathe keli...Aapice nalli hindi. yeshte try maadudhru shudha hindi nalle maathu kathe. Neighbours jothe Englis. Yenadhru by mistake friends call madudhre kannada dhalli muthu udhrathe. 

Loads of friends ask "Why the new found love towards kannada?". That is true, I can just speak in kannada and I have shared my painful experience with the language as a cariculum.
However, looking at Bengalooru's plight, not just increases my love for kannada but also manages to increase my hatred towards all the other languages that have taken its place.

Angadige hodhre "kya chahiye madam anthaane?" Aa angadi dhavnu malyali. Avnge Tamil telugu barathe. He is currently learning Bengali. Idh bari avn kathe alla...Auto drivers, Bus conductors...yellaru ashte. 

 I am not an anit-kannada types. I appreciate the fact that people like it here but it hurts when our language is not given the respect which it deserves. I hate it when kannadigas do not respect their roots and curse everything associated with namma karnataka. They are ashamed to say that kannada is their mother tongue. LOSERS. I agree that we are not it the movies here or or what??? I guess everything as good as a metropol. Are we unhappay with the kannada movies????

I am sure most of my friends are tired of listening to this kannada gyan of mine but nan maneli bandh iri ondh vara....sop maaroru "keerai" antha koogthare....balehannu maroru "valapalam" anthaare...

Alas, I am sure nothing is going to change as we have developed as a city and grown into a IT Hub. But I guess we kannadigas can take a small step in acknowledging namma kannada.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Monday, March 22, 2010

Pleasure was mine

Friends are the funniest things that god has ever given us. I am not kidding.
This week was very special to me as I met loads of friends. The 1st in the list is a close friend, whom I hadnt met for 2 years. The funny part is - we were in the same city during these 2 years but we could never meet up. I felt really funny at the beginning. Those awkward pauses, running out of common topics. However I felt really really good meeting her. I realized how I miss those innocent school days.

I met another old friend from school. I hadnt seen him for 10 straight years. I am not kidding. Again ran out of words, topics but again fun. I suppose, meeting up 10 year old pals does not happen quite often.

I need to mention another special friend, the entrepreneur. I met him at a common friends house. Played PS2. Never ran out of topics :). Those guys are awesome

Quite funny and wierd that I am feeling right now. I kinda dont know if the reason for this is catching up with old friends, really old friends or the fact that its already MONDAY!!!!!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

24th year miracles

I have some bad news for you guys....really really really bad news...
I am 24 years old. OMG. I know I always crib about my age- be it 20 or 24. But this year I am depressed for real.

I dono how this happened? I remember clearly, I was so proud on my 18th birthday...freedom, friends were the only thing on my mind. No mundane thoughts...feels like yesterday. I dont know how the years just passed by. I am not kidding.

With age comes (unnecessary) responsibility and the chance to get to hear from auntigalu...

I got a chance to participate in this earth shattering conversation...
This started as a casual talk between my friend and her mom. I happened to join them by chance but I loved it.

Friend's Mom : Girls, you are no longer kids. You guys need to understand how to behave in public places".
My friend was the 1st to react "Mom. what the hell is this?"
That was exactly my sentiments.
This dint stop her mom. She continued " You girls should stop wearing jeans and all the other nonsense stuff like..the earring that you are wearing". She pointed to me.
"Hello, excuse me!!!", I exclaimed, ofcourse in my mind.
My friend who for some reason did not find it apt to stop her mom at this juncture, waited for the next comment. "Look at Tulsi... She looks so beautiful and yesht lakshanavagi idhale. Bottu itkondu, balle haakondu...olle hudgi maathra. On the other hand look at look at Bipasha. She is always watching movies. English nalle maathadthale.", she continued.
"Hello. Excuse me!!!" I again exclaimed, ofcourse in my mind.
"You know Lakshmi...She never speaks. I dont know why!! You should speak when guests come home, girls. Being silent seems arrogant. Kobbu ankothaare."She said.
"Hey Bhagwan, mujhe utthale!!!!" I again exclaimed in my mind.
My friend somehow read my mind and started to divert her attention.
Alas, her mom continued, "But you know, Bipasha thumba maathadthale. Kobbu avlge. She does not care at all. Too much I say, alva ma?" she asked me.
I smiled back. Now my friend and I started to feel dizzy.
Now, my friend's grandma pitched in. "I never allowed your mother to talk to any boy in her life. But nowadays I see that a girl talking to another girl should also be restricted".
My friend and I shifted from our places and moved apart by a few inches.
"and girls, after a certain age, you should stop wearing these funky watches or these rings", again she pointed to me.
OMG, am I dreaming? somebody please pinch me or better somebody please stab me.  
"by the way, do you know how to cook? atleast basic saaru and palya? because my daughter is a moron. she cant even boil water."
"I can boil water easily aunty", I mocked.
"Dont mind my question aaythama? I am just trying to help you girls" my friend's mother said. "You have very less time left. You know that right".
"Yup", my friend and I said in chorus. Thus the conversation ended and I started to think on a serious note...
Do guys also get to hear such noble thoughts? and what would that be?