First Tag :)

Thanks to Arpitha, I'm doing my first tag. Here goes-

1) Which is your favorite "Lays" flavor? (Yes its the Frito Lays chips I am asking about)

Hmm.. Tough one to answer. I used to love American Cream and onion but right now, I'd go with Caribbean Hot 'n' Sweet Chilli.

2) Which is the one place you would love to go but have not been there as yet?

I love travelling.. Would love to go deep sea diving in the Great Barrier Reef in Australia.

3) Which is the one color you hate?

Shocking fluorescent pink and mustard yellow. Sorry can't pick one out of the two!

4) Given an option to rescue a wooden log or a wooden plank which one would you rescue?

The answer that came out at the top of mind was- wooden log. Don't ask me why!

5) Why did you rescue whichever you rescued?

Oh, so you did ask! Sorry, no idea.

6) Dogs or cats?

I'm not a pet person. But I guess dogs would be better, especially the cute little thing in the Vodafone ads.

7) Which is the one gadget which you would like to own which you don't already have?

Definitely the Amazon Kindle. And my birthday is on April 20th. (Hint, hint;))

A second chance

Welcoming thoughts flooded his mind

Thoughts of a yesterday lost in time.

A song once forgotten 

A soulful rendition

reminding him of a place divine.

A place that boasted of a thousand suns

The brilliant light that blinded him at once.

A magical memory

A sweet tranquility

They all came back, quickening his pulse.

Wasted had he, a love so pure

The reason being, he was quite not sure

A squandered chance

At a perfect romance

And so he stood in a heavy downpour.

Wondrous though are the works of fate,
Setting right a grave mistake

A folly of youth

A declaration of the truth

And so they hug in a tight embrace.

Open letter to Mumbaikars

Dear Mumbaikar,

At the outset, I would like to make it clear that I love your city. I have stayed here for a little over 5 months and I have enjoyed myself a lot. I like the way the taxi drivers in your city charge according to the meters. I like it that an average Mumbaikar will go out of his/her way to make a South Indian like me feel at home in your wonderful city. I love the shopping malls, the beaches, the festivities during Ganesh Chaturthi and your vada pavs. But I would like to clarify a few things about the land south of the Vindhyas.

South India comprises of 4 states and each state has its own official language. I can't believe that after 12 years of formal schooling you do not know which language belongs to which state. First of all, it is Kannada, not 'Kannad' just like it is Marathi and not 'Marath'. And no, Telugu and Kannada are not the same, so, one CANNOT be used as a synonym for the other. 

All South Indians do not know all 4 languages. Chennai is NOT the same as Bangalore and therefore, Royal Challengers Bangalore SHOULD NOT be confused with Chennai SuperKings. 

It also goes without saying that all South Indians DO NOT speak with a Mallu accent..

I would also like to add that you should try Masala Dosas in a South Indian city before you order for it in any restaurant in Mumbai. (But having said that I do appreciate that our food is available in your city, so no offence meant here!)

Yours truly,

Stereotyped South Indian in Mumbai.

PS: I promise not to label Maharashtrians as North Indians ;)

PPS: I am trying to learn Marathi. Please give me some more time :)

PPPS: Mumbai Indians will be my second favourite team after RCB.

Miss Supercilious

Her long hair danced behind her back as she walked down the corridors of the hospital, her gait, almost regal. She stood next to her colleague, and almost barked out orders her voice dripping with disdain. Not that she was senior to him in any way but that would be what a regular bystander would assume. Her face masked not an iota of arrogance that she exuded, her chin up, her aquiline nose giving her a royal look. She was not popular for everyone knew of her vain personality, and even talked about it behind her back. But being narcissistic as she was, she didn't have the slightest idea. To her, the world was her playground and the people, her players. It mattered not what others thought as long as they did as they were told. She wasn't unattractive going by her looks, but her sheer haughtiness served as deterrent to the fragile male egos not used to being bossed around...

Yes she was who she was and rather proud of it too.

~Purple Mist

PS:  This description is based on someone I know in real life.

PPS : There was a conscious effort on my part to use all the synonyms of arrogance. Couldn't help it but the person who inspired me to write this post had to be described this way, she's something of a conceited bitch! :)