My sweet Grandpa and Grandma

      Hi Friends !!! This post is fully about my beloved Grandpa and Grandma. I share this post in memory of my grandparents. I don't remember much about my mom and dad during my childhood days, may be because i spend most of my time talking(chatting) with my grandpa and grandma. And I remember my grandma ootifying me while she eats, the tastiest food I have ever eaten. I do not know what masala she mixes with the food she eats, but it tastes soo good... To be more frank, the tasty food is mostly the pazhankanji, if someone do not know whats it, please ignore it. he he... (its nothing other than the previous day's food that is preserved). eeeeeee....

      My grandpa.... I mostly spend time with him during my childhood days. He goes to market in the morning. I call him from behind to remind him to buy me chocolates or something else to eat. He used to smile and just leave. I anxiously wait for his return (secret.........not exactly for his return, for the chocolates or the eatables he buy for me....) Then after eating the sweets, I will start to chat with my grandpa. I ask him question after question. He replies to an extent, and then grrrrrrrrrrrr... I stop asking questions for a while.....meoww :(

      My grandpa is the one who takes me to school while I was studying LKG. I hold his finger and walk to my stop everyday morning. [No memories about the evenings.. Do I sleep everyday evening?? No idea...eeeeeeeee] He waits with me in the bus stop until my bus arrives and I leave to school waving him tata.. "Thathaaaa tataaaa" Everyone in the bus stop turns in our direction hearing my "thatha tata."

      My grandpa has a habit of waving hand (he means to say vanakkam, or hi) to a few people whom he meets on the way to home. I also join my grandpa in waving hands to all grandpas whomever my grandpa wishes. I actually salute them. eeeeeeee.... I was such a funny creature during my childhood. [ I know what you people think now... ok ok agreed, now also funny creature only.. Happy?? ]

     My grandma never eats anything without sharing. We had all types of fruits at home. She never fails to share it with the neighbors before she have a bite of them. I learned a lot of good habits from my grandparents. My grandpa and grandma are no more with me, but their memories are evergreen and still fresh in my stupid brain. I actually miss them a lotttttt.... So Friends! Care for your grandparents as much as you can and as long as they are with you... My grandparents - The epitome of all good qualities. I'm sorry, I couldn't share any of their pictures here, I will try to share in the near future.

Thanks for reading !!!

A theft of mine

     While I was so young, we went to one of our relatives' home and there we played with some building blocks. I liked those stuffs, and stealthily slipped a few into my mom's bag... I can hear your mind voice friends, you wish to call me a thief !! He he... But wait.... I corrected my mistake, so you can't call me that.... eeeeeeee

     After we reached home, my mom and dad found it out and asked what it was. I was caught red-handed. Hooooooooo... That was weird... I apologized that I took it from our relatives' home and they are about to shout at me.. I started crying.. aaaaaa....oooooo.... Problem solved... he he...

     The very next day, my dad took it back to their home and gave it back with an apology..... I never wanted my parents to apologize to anyone. And so that was my first and last theft... eeeeeeee..... And here ends my post for now. Have a great time !!!

My Childhood

    Hi Everyone ! I'm back with another bla bla post. I just remember a very few incidents of my childhood days. I will try to post it here. Soooo... as I said, its also a very stupid post. I warn you before you read further... Read at your own risk... He he..

    I was a lazy, dull, sometimes naughty and an average little girl. I have no common sense(Info stolen from my dad). I was not that talkative during those days. Now I'm.. eeeeeee.... I stayed with my mom, dad, grandma, grandpa and my kutty sister. My little sis was very young to play with me. So I play myself rounding the house again and again. I do not go to play with any of my neighbours. I just play in my sweet home or hear stories from my grandpa and grandma. Ooops I don't remember any of those stories now. He he...And my another playmate was our black and white television. If TV is switched on, I never blink my eyes (I got this info from my dad and mum) and sit very close to it to watch it more carefully. I am a televisionaholic even now, I never stop watching TV until my eyes close automatically wanting for rest.

  My mom and dad would have been busy with their work, so that I do not remember spending much time with them in my childhood days. My sweet little sister had been suffering from wheezing during those days. I remember holding her in my arms with great difficulty but she likes it and so I never mind my hands and wrists paining while carrying her in my hands... eeeeeeeee...... At the same time, we both fight too... I hope I was not that naughty, while I remember getting punches from my sister for not giving her extra chocolates... he he....

But I too have given her beats after growing up a little.. I give small beats and get big beats in return... eeeeeeee... My grandma used to say as "Nellu kuduthu Kallu vangu." I do not remember anymore general stuffs about my childhood, so I stop my boring post here... Thanks for reading.... eeeeeeeeeee ;) Will be back very soon... No crying pleaseeeee....

The Worst Day of My Life !!!

Hi Friends ! This post is gonna be the worst post ever on my blog. So, please skip reading or bear with me. He he..
You can read it at your own risk, if you wish. I warn you that this post is just bla bla bla....

Any guesses about the worst day of my life? Hope none can guess it right !!! Its just the day on which my existence gave happiness to my parents. The day that my parents saw me for the first time. The day on which I'm introduced to this horrible world. Yes, According to me, my birthday is the worst day of my life. My parents had told me that they wouldn't have got me alive if there was a delay of five minutes. If that delay of five minutes have occurred in real time, then I wouldn't have become a big burden to my parents. Though they have never told or considered me as a burden to them, I have personally felt so for a number of reasons and on a number of times. But I cannot keep myself from thanking god for giving such lovely parents. They love me a lotttt, and I too love them soo much.....

I haven't been happy on any of my birthdays. I swear this from my heart. It does not mean that I haven't celebrated my birthdays, I celebrate, but some reason will be there to disappoint me, the reason may be this or that. I cry a lot on all my birthdays. The reason may be just a very stupid one but I cry, even for the silliest possible reason. I'm really afraid of my birthday. The fact that I do not like my birthday does not mean that I am a Pessimist or something. May be, I didn't realize the real purpose of my life yet. That may be the reason, I hate my birthday, so and so.... However, I am searching for the purpose of my life and my existence. Hope I will find it one day. He he.. Whatever it is, I do not wish to celebrate my birthday, unless someone compels me to get chocolates or to cut a cake.

There is no specific reason for posting this. Its just for fun. There are times that I love me a lot, even if its not the case always and also its just the opposite, all the other times.. He he... :) So friends, Did anyone understand anything about this stupid post? I really regret for wasting your time. Forget it and go ahead with your work. Have a Great Day ! Be happy always, atleast try to be happy !!! Eeeeeeee

An Embarrassing and Funny Experience

I know its just my foolishness to post this incident. But I wish to post it on my blog.
Three weeks back, I and my friend together boarded a local bus from our bus stop to the Bus stand. We didn't have a 10 Rs change to take ticket in bus. We asked for a change of 100 rupees in a few stops, but unfortunately, the shopkeepers couldn't help us that day. So we made up our mind to board the bus with the hundred rupees in hand (to take ticket cost 8 Rupees totally). The Conductor came near us while we reached the next bus stop. He gave us the tickets for 8 Rupees, 4 Rs per ticket. We gave our hundred rupees note in return. He refused to get the hundred rupees from our hand and stared at us. Then he started to shout at us and asked to give change. He continued shouting, "Just now I came, I do not have a change, bla bla bla." Who tried to listen to him? he he...



I managed to tell him that we will get change from the bus stand and pay for the tickets while the bus waits at the bus stand. He, in no way is ready to get convinced, he is continuously shouting something, Everyone in the bus were looking at us, as if we had no money to take tickets, then finally, he asked us to get down the bus :( So we had no choice than getting down the bus, finally we got down and the bus conductor gave a whistle and the bus moved on. After getting down only, we remembered that we had the tickets in our hand that the old conductor gave us before we give the money to him.. Though the conductor succeeded in getting us off the bus, he had incurred a loss of 8 rupees.. Appada.... a small naughty happines in heart... eeeeeeeeee..

Then we asked in a small shop in that stop for a change of our 100 rupee note. That was a grandpa, he immediately gave us the change. So inorder to thank him indirectly, we bought chocolate for 5 or 10 rupees. Then we boarded the next bus that came that way and reached the bus stand on time. We searched for that bus conductor, to give him back his tickets, but couldn't find him. Till today we didn't see that old conductor who incurred 8 rupees loss because of us. We are not sure about, how he will react if he see us the next time. eeeeeeeeeeeeee..

A Sad Incident

Few days ago, on my way to office, I was in a bus that stood at the bus stand. I saw a few people peeping their heads out of the bus to see someone. I also heard the sound of someone being beaten by a big stick. I too tried to see what was happening. A policemen bet an old lady with his lathi stick for the reason (crime) of begging. The old lady should have had atleast the age of his mom or even more than that. This is how old people are respected in our country. I do not know what made that policemen to beat her. She tried to move to the other side of the bus despite getting lathi beats. She was rubbing her hand as she moved off. I do not encourage people who are begging, at the same time, I feel that we should try to respect people who are elder than us. Though we won't be able to help them everytime, Atleast let us not do any harm to them.

Then the driver in my bus told something funny. Earlier every beggar in that bus stand used to give Rs.60/- to the police for letting them beg. This was found out by some higher police officers and the other sub-police officers were warned. May be this is the person for that policemen to beat that old lady. Aahh.. anyway I do not know the real reason. Whatever it is, I felt bad that day and as the bus started moving on, the incident started fading a little in my mind.

Lets try to help them a little if possible, at the same time lets not hurt anyone like this.

Story

Hi Everyone!!! A few days before I saw a book with my friend which read us "Can Love Happen Twice?" I just read a few pages of that Book and found that its the second part of another Love story "I too Had A Love Story." Both books were written by Ravinder Singh, an author by chance.

Just because I do not have the first part, I managed to read the second Book. The easy English that the author has used made me to stick to the book till I finish it to the last page which really had a happy ending. Unlike the second book the first book is a real tragic love story in which the girl friend of the author passes away in an accident just before a few days of her engagement with the author of the book. Somehow I managed to get the First book too from the same friend and I'm finding time to read it fully. Though I knew that its a tragic love story, the way the story is being written is really amazing. My interest to read the first book was really high just because its the real love story of the Author, Ravinder Singh who is also a Software Engineer. so, Folks if you get a chance to read these books, Don't miss it !!!