Baby Talk...

There are 2 basic reasons for this post:

1. Baby talk is in the air, or rather talk on babies is in the air. And poor Dolz is bearing the brunt of every Gita, Sita & Rita (Incase your going huh...? It's the Indianized, womanized version of Tom, Dick & Harry) enquiring in hushed tones and dumb charades-ish actions- "Any good news??" So much so that our family prefers not to talk or get too socially involved with anyone other than the 5 of us and ofcourse close friends. That is just sooo much better than having to give 'excuses' like,"Oh, they both are in IT. No time you know" or "Ippo vendanu solranga" or "They are trying, but..." I mean, whatever their reasons are NOT to have a kid right now, it needn't be published in the Mylapore Times, right?

2. All that baby talk made me think of my childhood. I mean,I can't believe Dolz is gonna have a kid!I really feel me and her are still stuck somewhere in between adolescence and adulthood and are still nutty as ever. And here she's gonna have to raise a family..?!?!? And what would that kid call me...chitti, aunty, masi...? Uhm, I think I'd rather have her/him stick to calling me Preeti. It is way cooler, isn't it? Besides, it would be an Ego booster :)

Till I was in the 10th standard, me and her never discussed the B word (B=>Boys). I wouldn't dare breathe a word about the cute guy I had my eyes on. And she used to consider whatever I did or said as "Baccha stuff" ['Baccha stuff' was this ultra-famous phrase used back in our school by all the 'Seniors'] I never called her akka or anything, but I always felt the 4-year difference between us. Once we moved to Chennai, living alone really brought us closer. I've been really mean to her cuz of some a**-hole. I didn't talk to her for a while just cuz 'this guy' told me to (Don't ask me what I was thinking then, I really don't know). She used to cry and ask my friends to get me to talk to her, while I would turn away and cry silently :(

Leaving that silly phase aside, I must say that now me and Dolz are inseparable. She's probably the only one who knows me inside out. We still love watching cartoons together, have these CRAZY names (we both call each other 'buji'. The others are unmentionable) and brawl like maniacs in detention. I can show you nail marks on my right forehand that she gave me last month. I responded with a solid punch on her back :D buhahahaha! My friends have been witness to some extra-violent, true-blue WWF at our place. Hair-pulling, dress-tearing, expletives^infinity et all! But the next second, we'd act like nothing happened! (My mum gets super pissed for this cuz if she tries stopping our fight, we gang up against her instead)

For all that she's been through in life, I'm so, SO glad she's happy and married now to this superlicious guy. And the fact that she's still in Chennai and we still get to do all our silly stuff together is another thing I'm thankful for!

Oh, buj, I know this is all senti, and you and me are never that way, but I must tell you that I couldn't have asked for a better sister. And I don't know what I'd ever do without you. "Buji buji boo, I love you" [to be sung to the tune of the title track (!?) of Scooby doo ;)]

Happy Birthday again!

Spate of birthdays this month. And all of them are extra special people!Today is Andu san's birthday. Andu san aka Anand Johnson-of the Johnson brothers' fame.

As I alwayz say, the Johnson brothers (Aj and Andu & co.) are the reason the Ramachandran sisters smile. Really. They brought happiness into our life. And I just don't mean happiness, I mean belly aching, rolling on the floor, heart stopping, breath choking Laughter with a capital 'L'. From the time we met till now, I guess we've been laughing all the way. Literally!

Andu san- ur a laugh riot! With your smart alec jokes and whacky expressions, you crack us up allll the time. And ofcourse, ur super sweet, "Love you P3 san" messages that make me smile the instant I get them. Somehow you alwayz know when I'm low and that message of yours comes right on time! Didn't I say you were Godsent?

Wishing you a Happy Happy Birthday. You rock, we rock and we'll keep rocking! Loooooooooveeeeeeee to itsy witsy teeny weeny bits. Hugz! Muah!

P.S: Yet to load a snap of yours cuz I don't have one at work right now. Will do it asap. Pardon!

Happy Birthday!

Oh am I happy or am I happy!!??! It's Pp's Birthday! Finally, the day is here :) I've been waitingggg for this day to go on to tell him how super special he is! Though he should be knowing, but yet :)

Check out this lil hunk:

[All you 18 year old girls out there, behold! He's a perfect catch. Certified by ISI, ISO et all ;)]

No matter what I say right now, it wouldn't be enough to let you know what you mean to me. But I'm just gonna wish you an extremely Happy Birthday. This is the millionth time I'm wishing you, but hey, it's your birthday and you can never get enough wishes now, can you?

Just know that you are loved loadz n loadz by this crazy sis of yours. Wanna see you smiling, smiling alllll the time. (With me around, how else would you be huh??) God Bless! Muahhhhh!

Minna-san, Okurimono ga suki desuka?*

Japanese to English Translation: All of you, do you like gifts?* (That, btw, is a dual purpose title. One, to show off my Japanese proficiency and Two, to increase curiosity in the post. Smart, I know)

*I know I do. I LOVE gifts - both giving and getting. I know it's the thought that matters and all. I totallllllllyy agree. I don't get sad if I don't get a gift. But I'm super happy/ elated/ jubilant/ springy/upbeat....(you get the drift) when I do get a gift. And I truly consider myself blessed in that respect. Cuz I have some of the BESTEST people in the Whole Wide World around me!
See, it goes like this. During my engineering, my parents were abroad => cash inflow was pretty good. That was probably the time when I gave the most. After that, I went on to do my MBA. At that time, most of my engg friends had gotten into TCS/CTS/Infosys/some IT Company. And Dolz was also earning top-notch. So, I was the pampered friend/baby-sister. Birthdays meant a million gifts. I'd get every single thing I wanted. Mum was absolutely disgusted at the way I used to squeal with delight at the gifts and she used to remind me that I have to also give in return. But my friends never let me. "You're not earning yet", they'd say.

And then after MBA, I waited 4 months to get a job. By then the engg set was well settled and the MBA ones started working. So I was pampered again. Then when I did get a job, I got one which paid me peanuts. I couldn't even meet my own auto needs from Mylapore to Adyar and again they'd say, "C'mon, you don't have to spend. When you get a better job, you can get us something". I've received gifts ranging from: Clothes to Cellphones to Ipods to Customized-Calendars-with-my-Pics-all-over to Bags to Shoes to Watches to Books to Flowers to Cakes to Chocolates to Make-overs to Jewellery to.....!!! And now, finally, I have a good, decent paying job. And it's time I start giving! Trust me , it isn't easy. It requires sooooo much of thought!

I cherish each and every one of those gifts. I even save the wrappers and the tiny 'Best Wishes' cards that come along with them. I've got every single card I've received since I was a kid. But one of my most recentest gifts is definitely one of my most bestest gifts. Totallyyyyy unexpected. It was given by my Pp. My lil bro baby, the sweetest, cutest, nuttiest person I've met. Whom I love oh-so-much and whose smile is just to-die for! All of 18 years and full of fun and spunk!I simply cannot imagine an hour without this lil hunk, forget a day. When I opened the gift he handed me, I just sat there, not saying a word cuz, for once, I didn't have anything to say!I was speechless. Stunned into silence! (For those of you who know me personally, that is a pretty impossible task) Din't know whether to laugh or cry, to jump in joy or run outta there and show it to everyone I know!He designed a CD for me. Like, put in a few of my ultimate fav songs, designed the front and back AND got it printed on the CD. My FIRST Customized CD. And he addressed it to -"The Best Sis in the Whole World!"And he did it for ME. *sniff* While I get down to some crying and nose-blowing, you guyz can check it out:



Beautiful huh? Pp, Muah! Love you alwayz kiddoooooo!!!!

Next is by Ruby. Ok, to get into the history behind this, I must tell you I'm totally not a gadget person. Cellphones are solely for 'communication' purposes and I find absolutely no joy in wasting money on a new phone. My friends have tried over and over again to get me to change my phone. I had a 3310 till a year back when a friend gifted me another. That stopped working and I've been using my sisz throw away 6600 ever since, which was in a deplorable condition when I received it and I've managed to damage it even further. It was silver earlier. Now black. It didn't have the keys 'enter' and 'a,b,c' and so i had to use my nails to get inside and type it out. I didn't even find it necessary to change the panel! And so, Ruby dearest decided to do the honours. Gifted me a whole new panel, with a new keypad, a new battery AND a memory card (which is from Satti too). My folks actually thought I got myself a new phone! And me, being the bitch I am, have been cribbing that the 'new-look' for the phone isn't me. And that the phone isn't quite the same now! I know I'm a pain! Rubyyyy, I LOVE it. And I LOVE you! Thanks really, really, reallyyyyy!!! Don't have a snap of it. But it looks super sexy. Totally new.

Don't you think I really am blessed to have these people?

*sniff* There I go again! *sniff*

P.S-Update: It is NOT my birthday. I'm a Cancerian and hence, my birthday is in July! And if my Birthday was coming, the countdown would've started 2 months in advance! :D These are just chumma gifts, which is what makes them a lot more special-er :)

Happy Birthday!

This is gonna be a new feature on my blog. There are these extra special people in my life whom I love to itsy-witsy, teeny-weeny bits. And I decided it'd be a super cool idea to honour them on their birthdays with a small post. And the lucky one to kick-start this feature is my Handsome Hunk of a bro-in-law- Harsh, whose Birthday is on the 16th of March.

It is a wonder how things change with time. It's been a year and a half since he's entered our lil family and I actually feel like he's been around forever! I may have not said it in as many words, Harsh, but I really do love you. For the way you make my sis smile, for the way you take care of her, for the respect you give my parents and for the person you are. You are everything and more than what I could ever ask for Dolz.

Thanks for alwayz, alwayz being there. Wishing you an Awesome Birthday. God Bless You! Hugz!

Silky, Smooth, Soothing, Surreal, Sexy.....

Wondering what this is going to be about??No,no it isn't about me...hehe.This is about this one person whose voice is an embodiment of all this.Listening to whom makes my knees go weak, my insides feel all mushy like lamb chowder and I'm transported to a plane way above the realms of reality.I write of none other than, BRYAN ADAMS. Me, the non-romantic [Atleast, I like to believe that!Jane, now don't get started :) ] start feeling all blushy and warm everytime I hear him huskily croon:

"Look into my eyes - you'll see,
What you mean to me.
Search your heart - search your soul,
And when you find me there, you'll search no more.

Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for.
Y' can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for.
Y' know it's true, Everything I do - I do it for you."

OOOHHH!Just writing about makes me feel all....DREAMY! I don't know of any other singer who can do this to me. Noone can make my spirits go from eternally-drowned-in-self-pity to I-can't-wait-for-someone-to-sing-that-to-me! [See, I told you it makes me (all) dream(y)...!]

He's got a song for just about every mood...After a miserable fight,there's no better way to say sorry than:

"Please forgive me,
I know not what I do...
Please forgive me,
I can't stop lovin you...

Dont deny me
this pain Im going through
Please forgive me, cuz' I need you like I do..."

C'mon, who can be mad after THAT!???

And then ofcourse there's that absolutely breath-taking song, a question every woman wants the answer to, the song that every woman would want her man to listen to:

"To really love a woman, to understand her
you gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought - see every dream
N' give her wings - when she wants to fly
Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms
Ya know ya really love a woman

When you love a woman
you tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman
you tell her that she's the one
Cuz she needs somebody to tell her that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really - really really ever loved a woman?"

Are all the men out there listening????I sure hope you are cuz THIS is what a woman wants! Men alwayz seem to have a problem comprehending woman (or so they claim, escapist strategy) when it is simply them who don't know how to express what they feel. Forget movies like What Woman Want, forget praying for the 'power' to be able to read a woman's mind, just tell her what you feel- a million,billion, ZILLION times a day!

On a day like today, when I'm upbeat, feeling cheerfully bright and liberated, it's time to listen to, what else,but:

"Free is all you gotta be
dream dreams no one else can see
sometimes ya wanna run away
but ya never know what might be comin' round your way...ya ya ya...

On a day like today
the whole world could change
the sun's gonna shine shine through the rain
On a day like today
ya never wanna see the sun go down"

And ofcourse, there's the song that inspired my blog page title:

"Here I am - this is me
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be
Here I am - it's just me and you
And tonight we make our dreams come true

It's a new world - it's a new start
It's alive with the beating of young hearts
It's a new day - it's a new plan
I've been waiting for you
Here I am"

And Here He is:

I'm sure by now all of you know that I am a HUGE Fan of his.I just LOVE every one of his songs.Whether I'm elated, depressed or beside myself with anger I can't stop myself from melting when I listen to his Sensual music-be it his Silky-Everything I do, his Smooth- The Only Thing That Looks Good On Me, his Soothing- C'mon, C'mon,C'mon, his Surreal-Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman or his Sexy- 18 till I Die...

P.S: Ruby, remember all the CRAZY times in the bus you and me sang (more like screamed) every single Bryan adams song possible!That and the silly dance moves to accompany it cemented out friendship :)

The Only Man I Truly Love.....

Everytime i contemplated writin a blog, I kept wonderin what i would write abt....there were a 100 different things on my mind....but at the same time, i would draw a blank when i started writin them!!! There was this one thing,though, that i really wanted to pen down from the start....Infact I thought i would start of my bloggin with this one topic, but that dint happn...so herez the time to let u all in my tiny lil secret :)

This is more of a tribute of sorts to this one person who really means more to me than anyone else....im sure a lotta of u who know me would be able to figure out who it is....for the rest of u, Im talkin about none other than my 'Daddykins' [tatz how me n my sis prefer to call him :)]

My pillar of strength....the one person whoz voice makes my heart melt (i can never ever ever ever EVER get bored of his singin!) Ideological differences???we've got plenty! Yet, i can juz never get enough of arguin with him...He finds it funny every time i enter into a heated, passionate arguement about how id like to make my life the way i want it....n tat annoys me, cuz, well..here i am goin all hyper tryin to convince him to see my side of the story, n there he is givin me an amused luk (to be read as: rant all u want, uv still gotta listen to me while under my roof!) Guess tatz what ppl call "Generation Gap"..........

I remember the first time he saw my hair streaked n well, FREAKED! so much for the rhyme though, cuz the picture that day was certainly not musical....he actually wanted me to go back turnin a 3000/- venture into a 6000/- one by colourin it back in black!!i was so furious, i kinda took an oath never to step back into my home ever again....i slept at nite wonderin where to go the next morn! but somewhere in between twilight n dawn, i found myself snugglin bak in his arms lik a baby, never wantin to let go....n i never will....

I so-believe that u can hate as strongly as u luv a person....n wit him tatz juz how it is... There r times i wish one of us would juz vanish into thin air....The funny part is, the stronger that thought gets, the harder i pray to never let him outta my site...Travails of a contradictin mind!Hez the only person who can move me to tears ANYTIME....all iv gotta do is think of his benevolent eyes, n BAM! the dam's broken n a torrent of salt water comes rushin down....Continuin with the contradictin tradition, the storm of tears is followed by the hull of a tiny smile as i continue thinkin of him :)

The first thing my dad told my sis when she started earnin was- "Dont even think of savin anythin for the first 5 yrz!" [but my sis seems to have taken tat a tad bit seriously..hehe!] Ridiculous as it may sound, itz what he preaches... According to him, 'if uv got the dough, spend it...n if u haven't, spend wat lil uv got! cuz ull never know whatz gonna happen tom'....TAT is our family's time-tested Happiness Mantra.....

If Jawaharlal Nehru's collection of letters to his daughter is coveted, so should his....Man, every letter is like a powerful speech of statesmanship....Proddin us to look beyond the frivolous details troubling us n believe in togertheness as a family...It is juz this tat has kept us goin thru tough times....When the goin got tough, the tough did get goin...N all that credit goes juz to him....

His belief in me n my sis strengthened us....Not the type to be judgemental, he stood steadfast by us, at times when all were against....He couldnt care less for the "society" , he juz trusted his daughters, n we wouldnt dare prove him wrong......Never once did he feel that we would have been on the wrong...He remained unfazed, inspite of having to severe relationships for havin chosen us over others......n if it werent for him, trust me, I wouldnt b where i am now.....

Mere words wud never be enough to describe what he meanz to me.....Hez an embodiment of patience.... Life without him is unthinkable...Teary eyed, I end this tribute to The Man In White, my DADDY-The Only Man I Truly Love.......

P.S: To the Man Im gonna Marry- Dont get intimidated by the above...You wouldnt have to worry abt me havin high expectations cuz I KNOW tat my Dad is WAY beyond comparison! :)