• Why is it that every time I want to catch a MTC bus, I reach the bus stop just in time to see the bus leaving?

• Why is it that every time I go to a shop where a sale upto 50% is on, the dresses I choose have only a 5% discount or worse, no discount?

• Why is it that some people forget that two people are actually supposed to sit in a two seater in a bus? If you are sitting on the window seat and move a little to give place, they sit so comfortably that you will eventually find yourself squeezed in narrow space.

• Why is it that some people who have their umbrellas open, hold it at such a low height that every time a person under an umbrella passes by you, you need to bend down in fear of getting hit by it?

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that took our breath away!”

– This quote that almost all of us would have got in forward mails, is a favourite of mine.

Since I wanted to know whose quote it was, I did a Google search came to know from here that the original quote was:

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by every moment that takes your breath away”

The original is good too.

I have been avoiding tags for a long time now either because I totally forgot about it or was too lazy to answer questions. 😛 This time, though I have not been tagged by Arvind directly, I am taking up his tag.

1. Name one person who made you laugh last night?
Durga

2. What were you doing at 0800?
Reading Arvind’s post
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Today evening’s bus journey made me do so much serious thinking that I am writing a third post on it! When I was in the midst of my serious thinking about life and memories, a group of 3-4 small kids laughing, giggling, waving their hands and shouting tata, Bye to all of us in the bus caught my attention. I smiled back in reply to their Byes when I experienced yet another what I call Swades moment (moments which makes you go through what Mohan Bhargav/Sharukh goes through in the scene in Swades where he buys the water from a poor boy selling it in the station and drinks it). Those kids, clad in torn clothes, were standing outside what were obviously their homes – small huts. A wave of questions passed through my mind – Imagine what we were doing when we were of the age of those kids. Will these kids go to school? Here I am enjoying myself, listening to music, sitting comfortably inside the bus. What about those kids? How will they manage to live in their houses when it’s raining heavily? Will they ever get to live in real homes? So many unanswered questions! Those kids unaware of any worry in life continued waving with innocent joy and happiness on their faces even as my mind tried seeking answers to these unanswered questions.

I guess I have done enough of serious thinking for a day. Don’t you agree? 🙂

You are as usual having your breakfast in a hurry when it starts raining heavily. You step out of your house with an umbrella when the rain worsens. Samma kaatthu + mazhai! The umbrella gets upturned! You somehow manage to reach the bus stop on time drenched almost fully. You get into the bus and in less than 2 minutes, the rain stops! What a perfect timing! And here I am now sitting in my cubicle with my clothes wet. Poor me! 🙁

This post has been in the draft for a more than a week now. I thought I will post it before Navaratri ends!

There are quite a lot of things to look forward to during Navaratri, a festival lasting the maximum number of days compared to all others – Kolu, Sundal, Kolu bommais for sale at Mylapore/T.Nagar/Khadi (I might have missed some places) in various sizes and shapes, visiting friends and relatives, they in turn visiting your house 🙂 , special alankaraam at most of the temples for ambAL, doing poojas for books (padikkaramo illaiyo bookskku poojai mattum correctaa poattuduvom 😉 ), vehicles, etc. on Saraswati Pooja and above all, singing almost everyday! It’s that time of the year when your singing skills are put to test what with everyone asking you to sing as soon as they know that you are learning music. At the same time, no one is spared from letting their singing talent from being exposed 😉 While there are some people who, I don’t know why they want to sing in the first place and subject everyone to torture with their singing, jump at the opportunity to sing as soon as they are asked to, there are others who really sing well and who leave you wishing to listen to their singing more. I don’t belong to either of the categories 😉 While I am at the topic of singing during Navaratri, I thought I would give a warning to all girls who sing. Girls, beware of guys like this one 😛 Cha kaalam romba kettu poidtthu 😛

A few days back, when the Govt. bus in which I was travelling stopped at Pondicherry, all of a sudden the strong smell of whiskey/brandy or whatever it was filled the air when a fellow who was drunk got into the bus. It was DISGUSTING!!! For the next two and a half hours, I had to undergo the torture and finally end up with a head ache since that fellow sat right behind my seat! 🙁 Why do these people want to subject others to torture like this just because they wanted to have fun and got drunk? Add to it the Govt. is helping these drunkards by opening TASMAC shops at every other corner in all parts of the state and do I have to even say anything about the place where the drunkard got into the bus!

Talking about situations that cause instant headache to me, one more is when I am forced to sit next to someone who has just come back from smoking and talk with him/her. The mixed smell of cigarette and mouth freshener or whatever it is that they keep chewing leaves me disgusted. I hope I am not put into situations like this anymore!