Taare Zameen Par

I wanted to see some movie this weekend. All the shows were showing blue online for the weekend. Thursday evening I checked again for some update. Luckily got hold of good seats for the 10am show :) Taare Zameen Par!! After watching Jab We Met until 2am the previous night, TZP was refreshing. I cried after a long time and felt embarassed for crying. Later when I came out and saw other gals' mascara and kajal smudged I was very happy :D

I came back home and was all exicted about the dyslexia kid. Then my dad surprised me with my flashback of dyslexia. I then remembered how I was tortured to write extra Running Handwriting notebooks and Workbooks... I still remember my 2nd class teachers, she helped me write properly and who gave me second chances in filling the blanks and match the following ;) With no effort from her side and just a second chance to answer all the answers, I passed couple of exams with great effort.....

Back to the movie - a story with no mean classmate or bullying brother which a normal story would have. Instead a caring brother and an understanding classmate. The mother's role is portrayed very naturally without loud cries. The song "Maa" is very sentimentally picturised where everyone was crying irrespective of age. Boarding school sure is scary!!!

All said the movie is simple and perfect.

Honk Honk Honk!!!

The other day I was travelling with my dad in our 2 wheeler. We were going out and were held in 2 major places - The Airport and Kathipara Junction. The traffic jam was terrible and maddening. Thank god it was not very hot...

My dad's irritation was increasing exponentially. If one wondered the irritation was because of the traffic jam, it was because of the noisy HONKS around us. After we crossed kathipara junction, we followed 1 particular car and started honking at the car unnecessarily. When i asked WHY?, he lectured me why one must horn and why one must surely not. His theories were too correct, I sat back silent with no points to argue. But chasing that car and irritating the driver was madness.(Madness-the car fellow must hav felt tat;Fun- it was my word heh hee heh :P)
Anyone in a traffic jam would know a person cannot move.(That is why they have named it as a jam or bottleneck) This being obvious, I fail to understand as to why people keep Honking aimlessly? I combined my analysis with my dad's theory.
People have 3 reasons to honk while driving :

1. Give me way you idiot I am going to overtake you. I own this big beautiful fast moving Pulsar!MOVE!!
2. I dont know what to do in this traffic jam. I am testing everyone's patient honking. If I Honk, the jam will get cleared.
3. You made a mistake while driving, drive carefully buddy!

The first one is really irritating. we had fun chasing one such Pulsar guy and made him cry and say "sorry uncle", while i sat back giggling.
The Second one is really funny. We chased this "stupid honking car guy" until his destination honking non-stop . I hope he never honks again. (you reap what you sow)
And the last one is supposed to be a genuine honker... The person tries to talk to you and warn you honking. We forgive the person.

People here in chennai seriously have no idea what traffic rules are. All they want is to reach theid destination soon. What they tend to forget is "Dude everyone wants to reach safe and fast!"

Next time if someone with a kercheef tied to his nose wearing a helmet in a hero honda chases you, mind it... its my dad and you had apparently honked without purpose.

My First Guitar Class

I was singing along with the kids who were singing a brand new song – “Maduraiku Pogaadhadee…” and admiring the small boy who was playing the song flawless in his keyboard. This was “The Entertainment Club of Chitlapakkam”! Master greeted me with an apology to have made me wait. The cute little gals there asked me to continue the song with them. After finishing the song, Master asked me if I was ready for the class. He took a guitar and started giving me theories regarding the guitar – Fret, plectrum, strings… He also made me distinguish between carnatic notes and English notes plus I was taught the math equivalent too. I started with the carnatic basic in a guitar.
Sa Re Ga Ma Pa Da Ne Sa.
aka
C D E F G A B C.

1 hour I was playing nothing else but the same notes until I got used to the correct fret, correct string and the correct finger. I was playing too much of it that my middle finger was paining and had an impression of the 5th string.

I came back home jumping with joy. My bro asked me how many guitars I broke in the process of learning. My friend called me up to ask if I could play “Summer of 69” now! I never answered either of the questions but gave them back a smile. 3 months from now I am playing a simple song and make people wonder where she was all this time? Learning Guitar is sure fun and relaxing (not for my fingers though!)

Add Just Meant

Last night I was waiting for my cab to be alloted. The poor guy who does the allotment was going frenzy... So what we few people decided was to stand aside and let the guy think clear and allot us a proper cab. At this point the person rushes and threatens him "which Cab"? The guy freaks and allots her to an Indica. Since she and I are from the same area, I was pushed to go along with her. I dont encourage complainig people and I had no choice but to travel with this "cry-baby"! 2nd day in a row I was forced to do this. The worst part is I knew her personally. SIGH!!

The night before yesterday, she was fussing a lot because she was not sure of the route to get her home. What a pity! She and I belong to the same area, I know where she lives and give the cab driver the direction. She does not want to listen either or would let the cab driver listen to me. All she could think was "I am lost". People have become more and more un-accomodative. Helping would mean I am the bad one. So coming back to last night, I dint want her to crib again so offered her to be dropped first and then I be dropped. The way she answered me angered more.

Why are people so indifferent and unfriendly? The other day when my friend was dropped somewhere interior, a girl in the cab cribbed "why cant there be separate cabs for people who stay far inside?" Huh!! Heights of indifference I can say. Later I came to know she was somewhere deep interior than my friend near a grave-yard. Another day this guy was cribing because he had to accompany a gal and then come back a kilometer to get himself dropped.

Why is it that people are so un-accomodative?? No one likes to work late and get back home late. There can be some compassion and friendliness. Being friendly is something good not that it will hurt someone.

The Cribing continues....

Its been more than a month since I returned home. Since the day 1 I am being fed with work and more & more of it. Saturdays and Sundays seem to fly away so fast. Alas wish there was a time-turner available with me. Initially I was under the impression that 2pm-11pm shift would mean availability more time. But it has only lead me into more chaotic situation. 9-5 would only mean on fridays, no matter what I get back home by 7pm !

Back in Mysore, I found more time for myslef. Here Life is Jam-Packed! Am I poor in time management? Or is travelling eating all my time during weekdays? 3 hours spent on travelling to office is not something that I anticipated!

Anyhow cribing still continues in Chennai......