Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Me times 8

Rads has tagged me to do a self-exploratory blog. Just a few days back, I heard someone say that your one true love is yourself. In a way, that is right. How well you know yourself makes relationships easier.

Here are the rules:

1. Players start with 8 random facts about themselves.
2. Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts.
3. Players should tag 8 other people and notify them they have been tagged.

Random fact 1: I am a sloth. Truly. All I want is to sit in my papasan with a good book and a hot tea, unless I am catching a few winks.

Random fact 2: I love to dance. My friends tease me about it. But I can dance all day long and the night too, if there is good music to be heard. Starting from Bharatham to jazz, I love to do 'em all. By extension, I love to choreograph, although I hate to teach :-) One of my pseudo fantasies, is to teach dancercise classes based on these various styles all mixed up. It would be called the avial workout.

Random fact 3
: I have a short-temper. Quick to anger, I have trouble hiding it. Although, I must say, I am getting better at it. Slightly.

Random fact 4: I love to bake and eat them too. I have the mother of all sweet teeth and indulge quite frequently.

Random fact 5: A typical scorpio - loyal to a fault and no slight is small to be forgotten.

Random fact 6: I have a constant tug of war with the pounds. Me, my running, yoga and dance vs the junk food and the achy ligaments on the other. I win every few months or so. Refer Random fact 1.

Random fact 7: Short attention span. I thrive on change. Easily bored except when I am dancing or reading.

Random fact 8: Books, books and books. Have to read at least a page a day. Love 'em.

I am breaking rule 3. Anyone who wants to take this trip inwards is tagged.

Friday, June 15, 2007

another year goes by and the distance widens...

All I can remember now is his concern and caring. Teaching me chess, playing with me, cutting my nails, untangling my thick and impossible hair. Visual flashes that last lesser than a second. There were also times when his hand imprinted on my shoulder or cheek, trying to control my runaway tongue. Once when my friends and I played "house", I was the dad and pretended to smoke a rolled up paper. Then I decided to make it more real, and took a cigarette from his pack and placed it in my mouth and felt a sting on my cheek. I couldn't understand why it was so wrong for me to do it when he did it. I guess he must have felt a bit guilty.

He would take me on golu rounds, visiting friends and family, even though I hated it. I am thankful for that now. He had become the breadwinner at an early age for a large family, taking care of 3 sisters and 3 brothers, in addition to a mentally-not-all-there-mother. He had a strong sense of family, and made sure he passed it on to me. Taking me on all those trips to visit relatives I barely knew or didn't want to know. The time when I had an infection on my foot and couldn't walk, taking me to school, all the way to the porch.

Teaching me to bike, running behind me even though he was not very fit. Feeling proud when I negotiated some minor traffic. Following me on my first bike ride to school, giving me that freedom and at the same time making sure I got there safe.

Reading those Amar chitra katha comics, opening up the world of PGW for me. Teaching me to enjoy books. Letting me help when he cooked. Helping me with hindi, learning french because I did. He loved learning new languages - he could easily converse in tamil, english, hindi, bengali and telugu. I think he knew Malayalam too, I vaguely remember him talking to some mallu friends.

It couldn't last though. I watched him literally lose heart in the last year of his life, even though he tried to not let it affect me. Mourning his dead son, even though he hid it from me. That last argument we had, even though I ended up listening to him, but he didn't know that. I wish I could apologize. I have done it so many times in my dreams. But he is not coming back, going further and further away from me. There is pain, but not the gut-wrenching, throat-closing variety any more.

He was not perfect, but that was what made him what he was. My dad.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

super girl

Here is one more reason to watch Heroes, one of my favorite shows on TV. News found on this is bollywood

Bollywood actress and former Miss World Aishwarya Rai has signed up to star in top US sci-fi serial Heroes.

The Indian babe, who recently married fellow actor Abhishek Bachchan, will appear in 8 episodes of the coming series of the NBC show revolving around a batch of super-enhanced human beings.

It has been reported that Aishwarya Rai will play the role of Dr. Mohinder Suresh’s elder sister Shanti Suresh, and will have a super-power of her own, something which has not yet been disclosed.

Aishwarya will begin shooting in Los Angeles later this month, and is expected to be seen on-screen as early as October of this year.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Happy B'day to a living legend!

One of his latest hits

He still has that golden voice that weaves a magic spell. I had the good fortune of watching one of his shows. Man, is he amazing!