On an active imagination

I find it insanely difficult to meet new people and barge in on groups. Seem to have a very active imagination of what will be said about me. And when I do not barge in, I have this conviction that now it is "she is so bad with mingling with new crowd".

Active imagination = whole lot of alone time.
A lot of time alone = more active imagination.

What a rut...

I guess most loners don't really want to be alone. They probably spend their time over-thinking every action and end up not doing anything. Oh well.

The plot

I have watched many a sitcom, soap, tv series and all the remaining synonyms. I enjoyed many of those too. There are a few key points used while writing out the plot. Out of the immense goodness of my heart, I plan to share it here for the greater good of all sitcom lovers.

Plot:

No plot. the mantra is 'Improvise as u go'

Common features:

1. Everyone is good looking

Twists:

1. The beautiful girl is the handsome guy's half sister

2. The beautiful girl and the handsome guy's parents were high school sweethearts and have not met each other since, but now want to get back together.

3. The beautiful girl has an unheard of chronic illness, handsome guy is an architect, but neighbor (and the second handsome guy) is the best doctor in town. What a dilemma.

4. Beautiful girl is handsome guy's boss

5. Beautiful girl meets handsome guy for first time, embarrassing situations follow, next day they find out they are co-workers/boss-employee/employee-boss

6. Beautiful girl thought to be dumb, marries into suuuuuper well to do family and tames them - girl being villain

7. Beautiful girl thought to be very intelligent marries into a suuuuuuper well to do family and gets tortured (mentally only of course) 

8. Twist 1 through 7 can all happen in one episode and repeat in the very next episode

A sitcom is successful only if every episode is a twist. It is perfectly normal to completely contradict episode 1 in episode 4.

October 2010

When all I want are wings ...

Tamiz !!!!

Disclaimer: Tamil is my mother tongue. I enjoy speaking it, though I am not very good at it (Read lived all my life in Bangalore). I understand it perfectly too. (Read lived all my life in Bangalore).

That being said, let us have some fun with the language. What got me started on this blog? I came across a song that all of us Indians, irrespective of religion, have heard at some point in life. The song is 'Magaganabadim'. If you are one of those people that have no clue what that song is, I hear ya. I had no clue what was being said, till I actually heard the tune. It is the 'Maha ganapathim' song. Tamil text gives French a complex. In French you only say half the word, and pretend to say the rest. You will be making a gross mistake by saying the whole word, and you will probably end up saying something else entirely. Tamil on the other hand is more interesting in that you have the one word with a set of letters, and you do permutations on that bunch of letters to come up with what the word should sound like based on context. Why? Cos many letters have multiple sounds. Cool huh?

This reminds me of one incident in college. One of my friends being as creative as he was in getting into trouble, wrote 'Porn actress' in Tamil in another friend's book. There is a lot of history behind the why's of this action, perhaps another blog. Friend A and friend B are caught giggling by our Professor. Let's call him Prof. HoD. Prof. HoD being a Tamil gentleman goes on to read the book and reads it as 'Born Actress' !!!! Ah Tamil, such a beautiful language. Of course our dear Prof.HoD was not as dumb as you might imagine. He figured it out in about a minute and promptly warned the guys against the use of politically incorrect language. If I remember right, he also decided that friends A and B were a particularly unpleasant smelling species of animals.

Well, I am getting home (blogging in office is considered shameful by some..i don't belong to some) and enjoy some Dea with barle G piscuit, and perhaps eat a pun too. Okay, I know this is overdoing it, but hey as long as we are having fun....

Comfort zone... (read rest room)

Regular day at office. Regular bottle of water on my table. And the regular reason for the rest room visit. But, today I noticed something. I always use the same stall in the rest room. Always. And I feel bad when someone beats me to it and I have to use another stall. Strange? Or too much information you did not need to know?

I guess everyone has one such comfort zone in life. Places, food, chairs, parking spots, order of the 'Tabs' on your browser, you name it. And, somehow my preference does not seem strange anymore.

Live match !! and nobody is blocking the TV !!

I have been to a couple of live matches (A couple - exactly), One one-day cricket match and an American Football match. It was not the differences, instead the similarities I saw that were amusing. For one thing both these sports have so much hype that you will be a bit disappointed if you are not really much of a sports enthusiast. But, really the fun is all in the air and less in the sport itself.

Lets start with cricket. The one dayer I got to watch was between India A and India B :D.. yes no big hype about this match , but hey I got free tickets, and I got to sit with the best known cricket fan (my dad) just 4 feet from the boundary line, pavilion side. That was a very good deal if you ask me.

This was the match where Irfan Pathan was introduced to the big deal cricket (i guess...cos i had not heard of him before). Two things I remember clearly about where we were sitting. One, We had shelter, which not only meant no rain or sun, but also meant hordes of pigeons up on the beams. This meant a shower of droppings, so most people were either wearing caps or holding umbrellas :P. I got to wear the only cap we had got with us, and my father got the secondary rebound shower of droppings from my cap too. But thank fully that adorable man is such a fan of cricket that he barely noticed this. The second thing I remember is that we were sitting 5 feet away from the boundary line (first row seats), and manning the boundary line was Irfan Pathan himself. I clearly remember thinking he was cute :P

One thing is true about any sport. Watching it live means being part of the unbelievable energy. Being a part of that 50000 odd crowd is something to feel. But, I don't think I was able to follow the game as much as I would have on TV. For one thing, you cannot see the ball when the bowler bowls it. They are not called fast bowlers for nothing. You will be surprised the batsman can swing his bat and actually connect with the ball. And another stage to this whole story is you have no clue where the ball went unless you see one fielder running. It was then I would start understanding the whole shot.

American football... I'd always think "Now there is a game that includes all of a boy's dreams... has a ball and more importantly it has fighting for that ball". The game is so rough, you are surprised when a fallen player gets back up and runs again like nothing happened. To think there were 4 grown men fallen on him just a second before makes you admire that dude's strength. The one thing I remember most about that game was not the sport itself but the temperature. It was easily 43C and I had the privilege of sitting as close to the sun as possible in that stadium. We had the topmost row seats in the open area! The Egyptians will envy me for this I am sure, they built pyramids for nothing. I got closer to God than they ever would!

Of course I have to mention that, that proximity to God did not go well for me. I left the game within 45 minutes of start of play. I don't regret either going or leaving. Me writing about it is testimonial to that fact.

To learn to walk...

A baby learns to walk somewhere between 9 and 12 months of age, and so did I. (Reference : First web page when u Google search for when a baby learns to walk). But we don't really remember our first steps do we? We don't remember the first fall on our rear side, or on our faces for the lucky few. We don't remember the first run or the first spin. Well...I do. Cos I did it all over again now at 25. And was it fun!

We learn to train our brain to feel our feet and most importantly know where in space each foot is. How did I do this? Well I learned to consciously look at my feet every few seconds to give feedback to my brain about their whereabouts. That might sound funny, but I do loose my feet a lot, and my brain doesn't really know where to put it next. One other thing you learn is to put your heel down first and then take your feet off the ground from your toes. Before I found this out, I was walking in a bizarre fashion, making a whole lot of noise like I had hooves. I'd stomp my whole foot on the ground at once..clip clop clip clop....only not so pleasant sounding. And like babies I eventually learned that every now and then I need to sit and stare around me, pick up a twig and break it, or just simply be surprised I have toes at all. It's the sitting that keeps babies going (or so I tell myself).

After successful walk training... On to Running!!! Wish me Luck !!