Cris’s World

Taking up Nims’s tag : list the top 5 addictions of life. As usual, making that 6.

1. Sleep or else day-dream: an angelic habit. You could shed brains, you could waste time and you could have your own set of double chins and your own little flab, and even nurture it – what fun! Sneeking in day dreaming after reading it another blog. Cant believe I missed it, thats what I do all the hours I am not sleeping!

2. Internet: Growl. You could put it to good use or you could use it to waste time. I am not going to reveal which choice is mine. Growl.

I am going to post about someone called Gulmali today. Obviously its not the real name. It’s a she and someone I know. Why I want to write about Gulmali is because I don’t like her company, some things about her irk me. Here are a few instances

 Instance 1

“Be there at 5 tomorrow will you?” orders Gulmali

“Alright” says I

“Be sure. Otherwise I will have to stand alone and wait”

“Ok I will be there”, says I

My Orissa post was one of the loudest entries I made in the blog. And Srijith had actually asked me to quit writing humor and switch to politcal issues. I dont have any plans for that. But news in dailies are not changing and every other day things are taking a worse turn. Steadfast towards the wrong direction. Today I read in KT’s blog her concern and then a friend gave the link to a well-worded article from huffingtonpost of Shashi Tharoor. I was quite happy to see someone like him take the initiative to talk about it cause it matters a lot when a person who knew about the world enough to get a lot of respect from among the masses, to whom people were willing to listen to, came out to the forefront and took things up in hands. Added to that I was listening to heal the world a few times and somehow it carried a lot more meaning - today, now. For the children of this world, who knew not where or what they were growing up to.

Long nourished dream came true today. Oh I see I have used that line before. No I didn’t see Yesudas again. This time it was a visit to a thattu kada (road side stall). The one time I went before, it was too early and I had to suffice with coffee (which actually was meant to be a birthday treat to a friend :D. At 4 Rs and 4 minutes hehehe) 

Another day planned for museum-book-reading and watching on-the-street-folk-songs, not quite successful. Museum turned out to be too hot and full of mosquitoes and folk song singers sang their last line for the day when I reached them. Hmph. Atleast I had my music player on and a long promising walk. During my walk I noticed something. Not many girls did stuff by themselves. What was it with girls and doing things alone? Alright you didn’t have to walk alone for miles, but be it anything – including taking a trip to see a colleague 2 cubicles away – they need company!

Been a little inactive. Lot of blogs to catch up, replies to comments always delayed by 2 or 3 days. Must be what Dhanya calls the blogger’s block. Taking up Hari’s tag, to come out of indolence

RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.

I heard somewhere recently that it was hard to forget old injuries, of the mind. I find that absolutely true in my case, not that I think its anything appreciable. I wanted to be someone who’d harbor no feelings against the cause of injury - people. Why I write this today is cause I think I have crossed that stage, but then again I am not entirely sure after a fresh new wound.

Thalappavu was beautiful. Not probably the right word. Mm touching? Heartrending? Maybe brilliant. Let me explain. Its about a story in 1970. A lot of stories. A lot of events, happenings. And its told in 2005. By an old man, Lal. Lal transfers with him, the scene, to the past, each time he finds a connection, cause after 1970 he hadn’t really lived, he just existed, running away from the realities he feared. And why? To hide, to escape.

I wonder what’s with this age thing. No, no I am not cribbing yet again about old age. The thought this time is on looking back and thinking, sheesh that’s so young! Like when I was 18, I decided that I have reached the peak of maturity and I told a few of my mates it was a hard feat to reach. I told them don’t worry they will reach there too, just wait a few months for your 18^th birthday.

After an errand I had to do today, I decided to try something I have wanted to – go sit by a tree alone and read a book. Mm yes I was wise enough to exclude the trees in the streets. I chose one in the museum. It felt a little odd at first cause everywhere around me sat people in groups. Being a lone traveler was alright, but being a lone sitter-by-trees seemed weird. Nevertheless I did what I went there for. It was all working fine, cause once I had my eyes on the books I brought I didn’t need to look up and see the many eyes that chose to look at the mysterious museum-book-reader. Admittedly the idea was not my own, I spotted a guy doing this one day and made plans for self.