Merry X'mas and Happy New year :)

Wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2011. Wish you all the luck and success and health and prosperity and happiness. God bless you. May your resolutions actually happen! Party hard people :)

Loads of Love,
Chandana

Hiya !!! :)

Aloha!!!

Wats up? Hows life? Everything safe and sound, hot and happening?? Okay, I've been absconding all this while , I know. I'm gonna go into hibernation again from this place of mine. But yeah, for a short while though. GOT EXAMS COMING UP FINALLY!!! And I shall be back here as soon as its over. Been so long since I wrote anything. Been so long since I talked all you wonderful friends from the blogosphere. So very wanting  to get back here. Until then, wish me luck, and miss me!!!

Merry Christmas and a Very Happy New Year to all of you :)

Loads of Love,
Chandana

Its N-zine time again.

It's 15th of the month and the time when the online magazine 'N-zine' goes on stands. Its out this time too. The theme is 'Food and Beverages' this month and its at this link.

Yeah, you know what I'm gonna say now. "I wrote too" ;). This month, it was time for poetry. Wrote a poem called 'A Gourmet for you'. Poetry was how I had started writing. I had a poetry blog at 'My works of Rhyme'. Only after that did 'The World Around Me' get concieved. Writing poetry has always been a pleasure. Winning competitions at college-day always felt good, but no prize felt better than the one won for poetry. With a given topic and a time limit of one hour or so, to get my creative brain cells into play, that was one competition I thoroughly enjoyed.

Anyways, this time it so happened that I was caught up in a lot of things and didn't get time to write for n-zine within the last date for entry submissions. To top it, I hadn't written poetry since long and I thought I wouldn't be able to do it justice. But then, a dear friend reminding me about it and me giving it another try, it just happened ! And I'm glad about it. Wait a sec, maybe I should stop cribbing that studying is getting tough, and maybe give it another try. Maybe I can pull it off with a bit more push. Wow, another lesson learnt. ;). I'll get to work. You guys enjoy reading N-zine.

Cheers to N-zine,
Chandana C. Shekar

Nostalgia Revisited

"Nostalgia". Have been living with this word for quite a few months now. It started just before my Internship got over. College life of five and a half years came to end and everybody parted ways, with promises of keeping in touch in one way or the other. Thanks to facebook and free sms packages, few friends still do keep in touch. However, no means of communication matches the company spent in person.

One of my friend D left Mysore last week. Again, it was going away of a friend for six years. She, and two more friends - S and S shared a room in the Hostel. Me and another friend who were localites were found at that room very often. There were n number of times when Mom called asking, "Where are you?" and the answer was invariably "Hostel"; even though I was elsewhere at times, because I knew saying 'hostel' would be safe! We discussed crushes and gossips there, slept in the afternoon and missed classes, had those late night combined study sessions during exams, prepared Maggi which took ages to cook on that electric stove, slept the night over when we got late roaming outside and it was past the curfew at home and so on. We've shared laughter and tears, success and failure in that very room. Six years of all that, and now its all over. I can never go to that Hostel again, and never can I answer my Mom's question about where I am as 'hostel'.

Just the day before D left, we friends had gone out on a drive. A friend A got a call from home and he went, "Shh!! Call from home." And everybody went silent. We've done so much of that all this while and now, that's over too. One reason is that we are getting older (??), more responsible and hence parents won't bother. One more is that everybody is getting busy with their lives, trying to make a career or getting married. Nobody has time to loaf around and hence, this situation won't arise in the first place!!

Yesterday I and a friend S were chatting. The topic of conversation shifted to Marriages. He said, "There is still time. Look for a guy who can get you a Management quota Post Graduation seat and get married. Enjoy life till June 2011 and then start your Pg life". No surprises, Me the rebel, started talking about 'Compatibility' and how funny a few arranged marriages are and the business proposals that go with it. My friend thought it looked like I would get into a Love marriage and said so. The conversation continued and I said, "Arre yaar, If I want to get into a Love marriage and my parents don't agree, aur main bhaagke registered marriage karoon, tum please witness banke sign karna." And He said,"Tu chinta math kar yaar.Main tumhaara Bhai banke tumhaari shaadi karvaaonga". And then both of us burst into a laughter. The Dulhan is here. Dulhan ka Bhai is ready. Now where on earth is the Dulha?? One fine day when I get married, such thoughts and comments and conversations will also cease and turn into nostalgia. What would we talk about then? The gifts to get at baby-shower??

Life's been just books and books nowadays. Whether I 'actually' study or not, top most priority now is books. Everybody's got busy studying and hardly anybody calls or messages, forget meet anybody. I have two friends -T and S. We message each other at night so that we have some company to keep us awake, which is very difficult with those fatso books in front of us. The sms conversations we have everyday are very typical. Its always like - "Hey, sup?"  .."Studying ya. You?" .. "Same da. How's it going?" .. "Bad. Yours?" .. "Pathetic. how many questions?" .. "60. You?" .. "Arre don't ask. Im sick n tired. What bakwass is this..." and on and on. But thinking in the sense of nostalgia, maybe one fine when we all get our Post Graduation admissions done and shall be pursuing our courses, maybe we shall miss this part too. Maybe not the frustration we have now, but maybe the pleasure of waking up at our own time, not worrying to dress up, mom making coffee for us more than a couple of times a day, ghar ka khaana and maybe these conversations. Pre-PG life is the worst phase of a Medico's life. With all the frustrations and insecurities, the friends who give us company through this journey sure make the tiring journey easier, even though its a wee bit.

Well anyways, I want this Pre-PG life to get over soon. And like all other souls who are sailing in the same boat as I am, I too want a happy ending to this.

Until next time,
Chandana C. Shekar

Happy Gowri and Ganesh Chaturthi

Those pictures are from the festival celebrations at My place. Had a nice time. Hope you guys are having a nice festival. :-)

Wish you and your family a very happy Gowri and Ganesh Chaturthi. God bless you. :-)

Eat well too ;-),

Chandana C. Shekar

Wordless Wednesday #4

Anybody for 'Noodels' and 'Briyani' here?!;) ;)

Cheers,

Chandana C. Shekar

Microfiction Monday #5

"Leave me alone,

I need to get home."

"Uh oh, Today's meal is thee,

So said my Mrs. Sea."

More about Microfiction Monday at 'Stony River - Susan's Blog'

Have a nice week ahead,

Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up Thoughts #20

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"The Heart always wants what it wants. But with time, the Heart too learns what not to want."

Cheers,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up Thoughts #19

"Nobody knows you better than yourself. God just knows you the best."

Until next time,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up Thoughts #18

This post's a bit long for my 'Slap-up Thoughts' norm.

In my previous post, I had talked about these pages with one-liners that you 'Like' on facebook. Came across one more. It said, "I trusted you, my mistake.". Well, I have a different opinion here.

I trusted you. That's the norm and basis of a relationship. You knew I trusted you, and you let me do it. You knew you would break it one day and you knew that would hurt me. You could have told me that you weren't worth it and I wouldn't have trusted you. So it's your mistake. Maybe you are stone hearted, maybe you were having fun, maybe the gene in you functions that way. Yet, all that is 'you'. So whatever happened, was 'your' mistake.

Until next time,
Chandana C. Shekar

Microfiction Monday #4

"Feel like I've been here.

Some kinda deja vu."

"Me too, My Princess,

200 years ago, with You.."

For more on Microfiction Monday, see Susan's Blog.

Cheers,

Chandana C. Shekar

Me, Viral and Ramblings..

Down with Viral, studies screwed up, bad days go worse. As though it wasn't boring enough to sit in a chair the whole day for months together studying for one life-making-or-breaking-examination, now I had to get confined to the bed. The only compensation I got was to shift to the couch in the living room if I wanted to watch TV!  I hate Viral. They say, 'Doctors are the fussiest patients'. So true. I've seen other doctors behaving so. When it came to me, was no different. Well, Thats enough I guess. This is my space in the blogosphere. I own it and the rules are mine. So no more negatives about me is gonna come up here. Man, I missed a friend's wedding today. And one more tomorrow is gonna have the same fate. Shit ya.

Anyways, I know nothing of this is making any sense. Oh come on, I'm not keeping well!. I can't be writing an award winning post here!!. I haven't gone out of home since 10 days!! Can you believe that? I realised it just today. Well, that has nothing to do with the viral though. Viral started just two days ago. But yeah, come what may, I am going out tomorrow. I hope any of my friends come down to Mysore for the weekend. I wanted to talk to a friend today and called him up at 11 pm. Well, for the busy being he is, that is the only time he would be free. And he said he needed another 2 hours to finish work at the Hospital. And its a non-call day for him. We Doctors are way too overworked yaar. Especially during our Post-Graduation period. And even after knowing that, we PG aspirants do everything we can ( and can't too) to get that one PG seat. Well, I guess we are the most optimistic lot on Earth. We look at the future, years and years ahead when we will be successful Practitioners. And with a hope of getting to those greener pastures, we go through all the torture for 5.5 years of MBBS, a minimum of a year of Pre-PG, 3 years of PG, sometimes 2 more years of super-speciality , add one more year for miscellaneous. The number of years after that to become an 'established' practitioner making good bucks is very individualistic. So much?? God, Please make me earn big BIG money when I start practising! Ah! There I go rambling again!!

Anyways, Like everyone else, when bored, I also get on facebook. And randomly keep 'liking' pages which have a line to them and nothing else. And today, was a day with the highest probability that I would do it. And I did! I 'liked' quite a few pages, which I felt 'spoke out my heart' in those one liners. One amongst those was really good. I 'actually' liked it. It said , "Sweetheart, he's just a lesson you needed to learn". Wow! That's the best line anybody can say while consoling somebody whose been dumped or cheated on!. The line makes you feel good about yourself, not crib about what happened and at the same time says that the guy was an asshole and was not worth anything more of you! How true! Nice nice. Like, like and the more like.

Okay I need to get off now. Party hard the weekend people..and miss the sick me :( ... ;-).
Chao,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up Thoughts #17

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"You deserve to get what you give the World. Be it good or bad.Whether You want it or not."

Until next time,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up Thoughts #16

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"Sooner or later, Life has the same lessons for one and all."

p.s.-The August Volume of N-Zine is now available. Check it out. I wrote too (Gosh, I never get tired of showing off ;) ). A story this time called "Firangi Desi". Have a read people . Thank you :)

Until next time,
Chandana C. Shekar

Wrote "Mysore Mornings" for masthmysore.com

We write articles every now and then. We like all our works. But very few of them end up being extra close to the heart. One among them for me, is my article "Mysore Mornings", which Iwrote recently for Masthmysore. For all you Mysoreans and those who have been to Mysore, have a read about nammoora belligge, as we all have seen it. And for those who haven't been to this amazing city, read on to get an essence of it. This website Masthmysore is dedicated to 'Namma Mysooru' by our fellow Mysoreans. Do log in once in a while to check out whats new in our city. :)

A success again, the July edition of N-zine is on stands. Oops! I know I'm a fortnight late . Was a bit busy to put this up sooner. The theme for July's edition, was "Rains". I wrote too. Yaayy ;). I wrote "First Rains". A few of you would have read this on my blog earlier. For my new readers, it's at this link . Read on now. Because the August edition is coming soon.:)

Well, blogging is a wonderful thing to have happened to me. Have befriended a couple of very good human beings. Have read a lot of wonderfully written articles. Few blogs are a pleasure to read. One such, is B Log by Insignia. And this amazing lady has crossed the 200th post mark and hence, renders a 'Thank you award' for all her readers. Well darling,It's a thank you from me to you, for giving us such refreshing articles to read. I'm sure your fellow readers would agree to it. Keep writing :)

Signing off for now. Cheers.

Until next time,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up Thoughts #15

"I wanted 'Perfect'. But all I needed was 'Compatible' "

Bit busy these days,
Chandana C. Shekar

Sat-Nav-Sys ne kaha...

Okay. Found this interesting. Got it on Bikram's blog. The thing here is, suppose you have a Satellite Navigation System in your car, what would be the weird things it can tell you? Just to put ur creative grey mater to work. If any of you wanna try it, do take it up and leave the link to your blog here. Here are the lines that crossed my mind .

"Wrong address? Dude, you said 'girlfriend's place'. And this is my girlfriend's place. There's the car!!"

"Can you shut the AC please? I have a freaking viral."

"That's 'Miss Long Legs'. Pick her up, pick her up."

"Hey brother, I speak. You listen!!"

"Don't you know this is a 'no-fart' zone?"

"When is your next car change due?"

"You better be nice to me , or I'm gonna drive you straight to hell!!"

"My nap-time. Do not disturb."

"You still go for 'lunch-dates'? Grow up! Whats the curfew at your place? 8 pm?"

"Don't hit on the horn so hard! If Mrs. Steering Wheel gets angry, she's gonna lock herself up!"

"You're such a Saint. You don't even kiss in the car!"

"Don't you get that nephew of yours here again. He meddles with me like I'm a PSP"

"No. Not that one. Give the keys to the valet at that corner. I'm all hots for her ;)"

"My ex's boyfriend is in the car ahead. Can you bang it for me please?"

"Hum tum...ek car mein bandh ho.... Aur lock ho jaaye ;)"


Thoroughly enjoyed writing this ,
Chandana C. Shekar

Hmmm...

A lazy wednesday afternoon.. Three friends.. At Barista..

Mr.A - Why is that girls go for the 'bad' boys?
Pause
Miss. P - Why is that guys fall for the 'slutty' girls?
Pause
Me - Hmmm . Right !

Have a nice weekend,
Chandana C. Shekar

The Strike-It-Off Tag

Picked this tag from Neha Silam's blog. Pretty interesting. Its simple. Just strike off the things that you haven't done in your life yet. Here I go :)

1. Graduated high school.
2. Kissed someone. (Don't start getting ideas. It says 'kissed'. not 'smooched', A kiss can land anywhere ;) ;) )
3. Smoked a cigarette.
4. Got so drunk you passed out.
5. Rode every ride at an amusement park.
6. Collected something stupid.
7. Gone to a rock concert.
8. Helped someone.
9. Gone fishing.
10. Watched four movies in one night. (I have watched two and a half)
11. Lied to someone.
12. Snorted cocaine.
13. Smoked weed.
14. Failed a subject. (Not in finals. Internals-yes.All of us in my class did ;) )
15. Been in a car accident.
16. Been in a tornado.
17. Watched someone die. (You invariably get to see that in casualty postings and on duty days)
18. Been to a funeral.
19. Burned yourself. (Courtesy- hot water and my effort to cook something!!)
20. Run a marathon.
21. Cried yourself to sleep.
22. Spent over 10,000 bucks in one day. (me and my shopping sprees ;) )
23. Flown on an aeroplane. (I'm the only one in my family who hasn't. Poor me)
24. Cheated on someone.
25. Been cheated on.
26. Written a 10 page letter.
27. Gone skiing.
28. Been sailing.
29. Cut yourself.
30. Had a best friend.
31. Lost someone you loved.
32. Got into trouble for something you didn’t do. (Every intern and PG gets into that in a hospital!)
33. Stolen a book from the library. ( Haven't returned quite a few yet)
34. Gone to a different country. (I have not even been to North India)
35. Watched the Harry Potter movies.
36. Had an online diary.
37. Fired a gun. ( At  balloons at the dasara exhibition ;) )
38. Gambled in a casino. ( I'm so waiting to go to vegas :) )
39. Been in a school play.
40. Been fired from a job.( They can'tfire an intern. Its compulsory. And that's the only job I've been in :)
41. Taken a lie detector test.
42. Swam with dolphins.
43. Voted for someone on a reality TV show. ( I loved Harshit Saxena sing on one of the TV shows)
44. Written poetry. ( Oh yeah!!)
45. Read more than 20 books a year.  (Our text books and notes and question banks and one or two novels per year- yeah, easily more than 20).
46. Gone to Europe.
47. Loved someone you shouldn’t have.
48. Used a colouring book over age 12. (Don't think so)
49. Had a surgery. (Had fracture-displacement of my left little toe when I was a kid)
50. Had stitches. ( How else would they close my wound? Staples weren't in use back then)
51. Taken a Taxi.
52. Had more than 5 IM conversations going on at once. ( I'm a girl afterall ;) )
53. Been in a fist fight. ( Come on, I have a sister. this is bound to happen).
54. Suffered any form of abuse. (No ways!! Who ever tries to do that will get abused back by me)
55. Had a pet.
56. Petted a wild animal.
57. Had your own credit card & bought something with it.
58. Dyed your hair.
59. Got a tattoo.( Will be the first thing I'll do after I get my PG seat)
60. Had something pierced. (Ear lobes. I'm a girl!!)
61. Got straight A’s. ( Oh yes!!)
62. Known someone personally with HIV or AIDS. ( I worked at a hospital)
63. Taken pictures with a webcam.
64. Lost something expensive.
65. Gone to sleep with music on

Phew. That was a back and forth journey into memories. I'm not tagging anybody in particular, coz a lotta people I know have already taken this up. But whoever wants to take it up, please do. have fun.

Until next time, Cheers :)
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up thoughts #14

"Love is a song that never ends. It's just us, who stop dancing."

Cheers,
Chandana C. Shekar

Just when killing time..

My loyalty shifted. After six years. From Orkut to facebook. From Vodafone to Airtel. Facebook because its a lot more interesting than Orkut. Airtel because the Vodafone people pissed me off.

'Cruise Control' by Maraih Carey. Had been wanting that hello tune since so long. It never functioned on Vodafone. Got it now. yayy yayy Airtel ;-).

Infrapatellar bursitis is aka Clergyman's knee aka Vicar's knee aka Parson's knee aka Carpet layer's knee. And we are supposed to learn all these for the exam?With many more such mess-makers? Why can't it just be called infrapatellar bursitis? Is this like a nick name thing??

When my mom herself is not bothered about me being single yet, I wonder why my mom's brother's wife's mother's brother's wife's daughter (yeah, I got it right) is breaking her head about getting me hooked to somebody!! It's not gonna work dear!!

I have a North Indian friend who did his graduation from Mysore. He called me up today and said, "Thumba dina aaythu. Kannadadhalli maathadbeku" ( i.e. It's been so long, wanna talk in Kannada.). That's nice baby :-) :-).

A friend of mine bought Nokia X6 recently. I'm waiting to see it. Wanna see the Nokia version of my phone (S.E. Satio). Well, my phone's any day got better features, but still, curiosity u see ;-).

My friend Moo started his internship postings in the department of OBG in our hospital. As it goes with that department ( I stress again that the department here refers only n only to the one in our hospital), we started gossipping about how pathetic and  weird and what-not the people out there are. And midway during the conversation, he said, "No wonder all these male gynaecologists here seem like they are suffering from loss of libido". ROFL. That was a real good one. I guess there is no intern who walks out of that department without getting frustrated with the people out there!!

My sister pledged to God that she would quit chicken for a year if she gets through medical entrance exam. Whoo!! I'm wondering how would that help? Is it like God was denied chicken everywhere and she is doing him a favour by giving him her share for a year?

My blog gets a regular visitor from San Jose, California. And very punctual. As soon as my blog post comes up, I get the update on the Feedjit that somebody from San Jose visited. Feeling all nice about it ;-).Can you please tell me who you are? I would love to know :).

I hardly receive sms on my phone nowadays. Everybody's busy getting married or studying you see. And whenever I do get, majority of them say, "Whats up? What studying?" Oh shit! That reminds me. Gotta get back to books. Ta..

Smiley smiley,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up thoughts #13

"Falling for a wrong person isn't a mistake. But choosing to stick on for a lifetime is a crime, against yourself."

Was at a discussion forum a couple of months ago. The topic of discussion for that day was arranged marriage v/s love marriage. Obviously, the older citizens were arguing for arranged marriages and the youth differed from them. Then, this happened..

Uncle: "If you people say love marriages are safe, then why is that the divorce rates have gone high nowadays? It was never this high in our days when the majority were arranged marriages."
A friend: "That's because we atleast have the guts to walk out of unhappy marriages. And we are proud of it."

Very well said. Some conversation came up today, and reminded me of this. Relationships..Uff!!

p.s.- After reading the comments that followed, I'm changing the term 'unhappy marriages' in the line above to 'unhappy relationships'. Because that was what was actually on my mind when I put up this post. The quote from the debate was just to go with the thought . :)

Cheers,
Chandana C. Shekar

Your Smile..

That lucky day,
When you gave me a smile;
It took my breath away,
As far as a mile.

Those words of yours,
Which melted me hon;
As though I was just ice,
And you were the sun.

With all your love,
And all your care;
I just don't know,
How time flew away.

When I almost thought,
You were really mine;
You shared your life,
With another woman.

I thought and thought,
What do i do??
It was no more 'us',
Just 'me' and 'you'.

I was ready to accept,
That you will never be mine;
But you ruined it all,
When you smiled at me again.

Yours,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up Thoughts #12

"Its fine if you wanna walk out of somebody's life. Just make sure you don't leave questions behind".

Until next time,
Chandana C. Shekar

My Write-up's On An e-magazine :)

Hello everyone :) I'm really flattered that you people keep track of the posts on my blog. And I'm extra flattered that you guys are kind enough to post comments :) . Feels really great. Now, let me take you to another blog. Oops!! An e-magazine actually. It's called N-zine. The No Nonsense N-tertainment magazine. It's second edition is out and I'm lucky enough to be a a wee-tiny part of it. They had a theme this time for their magazine and it was 'Dreams'. I wrote a story :). And it feels great to see my write-up elsewhere than my blog :).

Well people, please do have a read and keep the bouquets and brickbats coming. The story is at 'Dream of Life'.

Guess what? There is this intro about me and the other contributors also! That feels so much red-carpet. ;)

And finally, This is one magazine which is the output of pure passion for writing and nothing else. It's been close to the heart of the editors out there and there are really nice write-ups which are surely worth a read. If you're browsing the net, check http://www.n-zine.com/ n I'm sure it will be long before you switch to any other site.


P.s.- I dedicate this story to two people I very closely know. M and G. Love you both :)

Party hard this weekend people!!

Cheers,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up Thoughts #11

"Ups and downs are very much needed ; a flat plateau is never normal. Be it life, or an ECG."


Content with my day today,
Chandana C. Shekar

"Slap- up thoughts #10"

"The ghosts from your past will haunt you until you yourself turn into a ghost; provided, YOU allow them to."

Some memories never seem to fade,
Chandana C. Shekar

Within The Ambit Of My Heart's Plea

In conversation was I, on the phone, with you
Hours passed by, but something, as always remained due.
Miles apart, but touch wood, not torn apart
Of my life, you're still everything, not just a part.

You whispered something, and a broad smile, was on my face
To witness this rarity, even time, slowed its pace.
Little words of yours hon, give me so much glee
Let this remain forever, is my only, and only plea.

Now in my room, I sit, thinking of you
At the mirror ahead I glance, and I see, something very new.
The same eyes, hadn't I seen?, since two decades?
But why today, do they say?, I may soon need bridesmaids?

Some chords, I hear, of a very familiar sort
Played from a piano, as though, straight from my heart.
Few sweet lines, the other day, you sang to me
The same music, is what lingers on, whenever it be.

Waiting eagerly am I, for that one fine day
When "Happy Wedded Life", to us, people would say.
A bit more place, in your heart, I would then claim
And to mine, would be added, a part of your name.

Would have by then, gifted my life, to its only possible heir
Not asking for myself, of it, even a little bit of share.
Im only and only yours, for now, then, and forever
Just one appeal my dear, don't shatter the dream, ever.



p.s.1- People say that the period between engagement and wedding is a very nice period. But I have no idea dude! All I know is that I have a wedding to attend this week :-). My friend, adjacent register number at college, Bindu is gettin married day after. All the secrets and gossips, fights and parties,smiles and tears,..well, she is for sure the girl with whom I spent maximum time during classes, labs, clinicals and even more than half of internship. Can't belive she is already getting married!! With a PG seat in hand, madam is all set to get settled in life. Happy married life dear. Wish you all the happiness in the world. May all your dreams come true. :)

p.s.2- This work is a fiction. I don't intend to get married in the next couple of years atleast :)

Cheers,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up thoughts #9

"Never cry for someone who dumped you. The next one may fall for your smile" :) -Mac West

Have a nice weekend,
Chandana C. Shekar

"Slap-up thoughts #8"

"Negatives are necessary in life to realise the value of Positives.
Failures for success, Tears for smiles,
Stones for diamonds,and...
Assholes, for Sweethearts"


Cheers,
Chandana C. Shekar

Random Monday Ramblings

It's 1:00 am and I'm having Cadbury's dairy milk fruit and nut. It's all melted and it feels so good to lick it off my fingers. It reminds me of that dairy milk silk's ad. Hmmm.. Nice ad.

Why is the blue water bottle in my room today? Where did the pink one go???

My brother thinks that I write well and I should write for a column or something. My best friend thinks I'm wasting time writing my blog even and I need to sit and study for my entrance.

When asked why guys smoke, a friend said, "it feels like an orgasm". Another girl replied, "Yuck! What a poor substitute."

Niluvaddamu ninu yepudaina
nuvu evvaru ani adigena
aa chitrame gamanisthunna gotthagaa
That's playing on my phone. I like that song.
 
Call my phone. You'll get to listen to
Your mind's in disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia

But no better substitute to
Yaare koogaadali yaare horaadali,
yemme ninage saati illa

 Or even,
Nanna haadu nannadhu, nanna jeeva nannadhu
Yendhedhigoo,Innendhigoo

Wonder if my dad's earning depends on my mom. Coz my mom's an obstretician and dad's a paediatrician.

What if I was at Las Vegas this right moment?

Day care schools in USA charge 1000$ per month itseems. Wow!! Got a career option if i don't get a PG seat. :)
A friend of mine always ends the conversation with "happy studying". Well, maybe these wishes are necessary to negate the frustration of studying!!.

Drug of choice for S.aureus food poisoning?- 'Nothing'!!.. Yippee!! one drug less to remember :)

6 hours 18 minutes, and not a single message recieved on my phone. Hello everyone!!! I exist!!
I saw this on a bike- "Dad says no racing for kids".. Was that for others or for him?

My sister refers to my mom and my mom's best friend as 'chik-chik friends'.. huh?

A friend's friend got married tonight at a water park! The invitees could play around the water slides itseems.Hmmm, had never heard of anything like that.

The night's so silent.. peace :)

I know of a girl who's getting married. I pity her husband for the kinda girl she is!!

I did something new today.. yeah!!! :)

According to a preventive and social medicine textbook, 'youth' ends at the age of 25! Shit ya, so I have only two more years of youth remaining? poor me :(

Same old routine from tomorrow. Ouch!

I love myself :)

Okay , enough now. Good night everyone :)


Have a nice week ahead,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up Thoughts #7

"If not reciprocate to someone's feelings, atleast respect it."

Bit busy,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up thought #6

A girl to a guy trying to touch her, "Itna frustrate mat ho ki ek din castrate ho jayega"

 ( Don't be so frustrated that you get castrated one day). Lolz.. Fits those kinda buggers. :)

From the movie Rocket Singh.

Cheers,
Chandana C. Shekar

A tiny flashback of my OBG postings

Disclaimer: This is just about the OBG Postings during my Internship at our hospital. No offence to other OBG people elsewhere :)

Was at a hospital today. A lady came up to me and asked, "I need to consult the Gynaecologist. Could you tell me when she would be here?". I had my college bag on and there were a group of interns or residents walking a little ahead of me. Maybe this made her think that even I belonged to that hospital. I obviously said, 'I don't know', just to get an extra question mark on her face. I didn't even know where the OBG OPD (Out Patient Department of Obstetrics and Gynaecology) was.

Missed my internship at that moment. Had it been at our hospital, I would have told her anything about the Gynaecologists there. Comes when? Goes when? Yells when?, everything. Wait a sec. Maybe I wouldn't be able to tell the last one. Who knows why and when an OBG would yell!! I guess even they themselves don't know. All that the world knows is that they yell. No offence to any gynaecologists elsewhere, but in our hospital, they very much do!!

Aarrgghh!! OBG postings during internship was such a pain!!Stories of the weirdness out there used to exit every single day. They always used to be the hot topic of discussion in the Interns' common room. Come on, where else would you find an 'emergency reference' put to medicine for fever and surgery for abscess in a case of thrombophlebitis?? And to top it, make the intern run to get it done asap!! Heights!!! (For my non-medico friends, in such cases, the fever is due to the abscess and when u treat the abscess, the fever subsides on its own).

Or even, making the intern go and wake up the lab technician at 4 am to get the haemoglobin percentage of a patient with no emergency and absolutely no pallor, and then it turns out to be 10.9% (That's more than mine!).And on another day, the junior PG doesn't inform the bystanders to arrange for blood immediately for a patient with 4.2% haemoglobin, because she is waiting for the 'senior PG's orders'. Wow!!

Forget that. In surgery postings, we did reasonable monitoring for patients where things from his abdomen were so totally taken off. And here, in obg, I was made to do monitoring from 11 am to 8 pm for one single elective tubectomy case. And hey, I was not supposed to go out of the ward. The patient had gone out of the ward at 6 pm and was playing with her kid. When I called her and asked her to lie down to check her BP, she said , "I'm fine doctor. Why are you checking it so often?". Yeah right! I needed that from a patient!!

And the kich-kich that exists there? Oh, I better not talk about it! All that exists in that department in our hospital is hierarchy. Not a healthy one for sure. OBG is such a lovely subject. Just that more than half the people out there are '"kich-kich"s. Wonder how the sweet ones survive between such colleagues!

One of my friend had told me, "Until and unless you open your mouth and let those PGs there know that even you have a temper, they won't let you live in peace". That so turned out to be true. No wonder my co-interns and I were so-extra-extra-happy when we raised that "To the end of obg postings" toast when we partied the night obg postings got over. Was such a relief!

Phew!! I'd never belong there again!!

Back from the flashback,
Chandana C. Shekar

My Blog Filmfare Moment :-) :-)

 

MY 100TH POST!! Yippee :). I take this post to appreciate the appreciation that I've got from my fellow bloggers. Thanks so much you guys :). Read on and take up the awards that I've passed on.

Microfiction Monday #3

Here's for Microfiction Monday. I got two takes on it this time. Enjoy it n take it on :)

"Three old saints of wood we are,

Mourning today, our Ace went afar.

May his pure soul rest in peace,

May there be no more worries." [;-)]

and

"We four saints went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water,

Jack fell down, had an already broken crown,

But had no Jill, to come after"

p.s.- Bit busy, will read your blogs soon.

Have a nice week ahead,

Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up thoughts #5

"Someone, someday will walk into your life, and make you realise....why it never worked with anyone else."

Not my own creation though,
Chandana C.Shekar

Microfiction Monday #2

Okay, for the second week, here's the pic from Microfiction Monday and my take on it.. Lemme know how u liked it..

"Bonjour, My name is Marissa, the maid

I take care of all the orders laid.

Shall clean your mansion and your cars,

Just don't ask me to part with my jars!!"

Cheers,

Chandana C. Shekar

'Malegalalli Madhumagalu', A 9-hour-long, Unique, Night Play

Warning: This a lengthy review. Couldn't help it.

When "Malegalalli Madhumagalu" was being enacted at Rangayana, Mysore, I was more than excited to watch it. Had many reasons for it. It was the 700 pages Magnum Opus of our literary icon Kuvempu, was a 9 hour long night play and had heard that a lot of effort has gone into it's production. More than anything, I found it's poster very very interesting.One day, when I was driving , I passed in front of Kalamandir and saw the poster again. It had impressed me so much that I thought I should blog about it. The same day, my aunt got us tickets for the next night's show. Was more than happy. Even though I had been to Coorg and returned to Mysore just before the show, wasn't feeling a bit tired or sleepy. Just wanted to watch the play.

A 9 hour long play, under the direction of C. Basavalingaiah, music by Hamsalekha, art direction by H.K.Dwarakanath is based on the theatre adaptation of the novel, which was done by K.Y.Narayanaswamy. Set in four stages,Vanaranga, Dundukana, Puthani Vana and Rangadarshini, it actually felt as though we were in Malenadu.With 150 characters, 58 scenes, 48 songs, and 67 actors and just 5 months of production, the play starts with a ring that is lost in the Dharmasthala hundi and the story is narrated using folk forms such as arjuna jogis and koravanjis and others.

I'll be wrong if I say that there was perfection in the play. There was "more than perfection" in every minor thing.It was not just that there was a stage and the act was on it. There were characters to the right, left and even above it ( believe me they were on trees too) and hence, we audience had no option but migrate to the world they had created for us. Though this play is based on a classic, there is comedy, drama, music, love, political issues , issues between the society and the individual, the caste system then, spread of christianity, beliefs and customs and lot more in it.

The characters, oh you'll adore them. Guththi and his dog Huliya- oh huliya is the play's sweetheart. Whoever has played that part deserves a big applause. Playing a 'dog' that well is something beyond our imagination. Mukunda was my favourite. He perfectly fit into the love story hero character. (psst- he was handsome too). Aitha and Pinchalu were the cute newly married couple and played their parts well. Devaiah was amazing being the confused and escapist himself. Subbaiah hegde, I guess is some veteran actor. His display of emotions had no bounds. Was too very perfect.The Christian father and his 'beesekallu'(bicycle) was a laughter roller coaster for sure. Aithakka and her spontaneity; Ayynoru and the typical brahmin attitude he carried off so well; the pudi saabru and their horse; the mallu pandit and his mallu-kannada accent; Thimmi, Nagakka, Chinnamma and their anxiety; the depiction of the Rana; Swami Vivekananda appearing out of nowhere, that too behind and above the audience; the wild boar hunt; the potrayal of huli kallu neththi well above the trees and dawn with saambraani dhoopa and clouds; the artists getting into position in the darkness; the artificial rain, everything was more than what the audience expected. The stages were set so well against the background of trees and the like in open air, that it actually felt like we were taken to the villages of Simbhaavi, Hoovalli, Konooru, Huli kallu neththi and others.

The spontaniety in the emotions, dialogues, climbing trees as though they were experts at it, and hopping and running around of the artists very much needs appreciation. In the whole play, there was not even one single slip or one single stutter. Every character , be it in the nook of the stage also was very involved in the play and upto the mark. There was one guy who caught my attention. He had no lead role, but was doing minor roles here and there, loved the way he did it.Just that he was really good even though he had such miniscule roles. Music was at its best too. The title track and the 'hara hara' track will surely make you nod your head.

I'm not somebody who knows theatre in and out. Not a regular critic. My review is just as an ordinary audience. All of you who are like me, trust me guys, you will have the same opinion if you watch it. There were people who were as old as 60 years and more present among the audience. And when the audience were supposed to shift places to the next stage, everybody was rushing to get nice places to sit and not going out to eat anything! After the play, I spotted somebody asking the crew for a CD of the tracks in the play. Somebody else was literally running behind the person who played Huliya when he was walking away. The artists couldn't be seen because they were totally surrounded by people congratulating them. Sometimes, some artists deserve such fans I guess.

Well people, if I keep writing, I shall praise it on and on and on. So let me just tell you that, if in case you get a chance to watch this play, please do go watch it. You will surely and surely and more surely enjoy it. It was scheduled to end on the may 11th. On public demand, two more shows got added and now, three more have got added. So it's on till May 21st I guess. Heard they have plans to take it to other districts as well. Getting the tickets there is a major problem. But it's worth standing in the queue for it. The ticket is priced at only Rs.40 and that's the only bad thing about the play. The play's worth hell a lot more than that. We pay more than that for bakwaas movies like athithi tum kab jaaoge!. Name one movie which you think is the best ever. Black? or even Ben-Hur? Guys, let me tell you. This play is a lot more better than that. None of the movies and none of the stars are even comparable to this play. It's that outstanding.

Plays are supposed to be for entertainment. This one, take it from me, was nothing less than an 'experience'. Had it continued for a further nine hours, I would have loved to sit and watch it yet.

p.s.- Not a bit of exaggeration in this post.

The guy sitting there in front was the one I was talking about, who had minor roles and yet, was good.

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The 'beesekallu' Ride

A scene from the play.










The silver lining over the blue cloths were used to depict clouds.The girl was on a hill top so was amidst the clouds at dawn

The tree-top there was Huli-kallu-neththi. That's guththi, thimmi and huliya the dog. There was another scene which was played at a spot more higher than this, but I couldn't capture it.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
A scene from the play

Cheers,

Chandana C. Shekar

Yippee, I solved a mystery!!

This is for the Mystrey fiction Blog Contest- Whoduunit? at blogadda.com.. My readers, please read the story there and then read this.

Well, my answer is, none other than LILA.

The story is that, Lila was a smart woman and she couldn't take it that she was in troubled relationships all the while and one such relationship had given her the virus. Her conscience wouldn't let her suffer to death. She wouldn't let somebody kill her. Not without paying back. So the party was a pre-planned one for the proceedings she would do, so that everybody would be present there, then made everybody go to her room, so that no one could escape saying that they din't go to the room at all, so couldn't have killed her.

The 'strong' tea she offered the author was actually for herself. She knew he wouldn't drink it because it reminded him of poison.It was made from the same tea leaves that she had kept from the author's house. Lila had given Sia somethin as a parting gift, telling that she would die in a few days due to virus and she wanted Sia to keep that as a memoir of her twin. Sia was sweet and not smart. So she couldn't understand the actual intention of this. Lila didn't want anybody to leave until the police arrived so asked everybody to stay when they were ready to leave.

She had taken the rosary from R saying that it would help her keep focussed during her last days of life. He , who believed women were divine had given it to her. When she actually drank the tea, she experienced discomfort. The porcelain cup had dropped off her hand. She went to drink water, but jar was empty. She had kept ther hand over the arm band next to the jar, trying to hold on to something, so got mangled. Then she went to the bathroom because she felt like puking, and there the rosary in her hand had ripped off.The scarf was from the accident that M had tried to get her into.The police would examine the tea. Once they found it poisoned, they would suspect the author because he had poisoned her earlier.The mangled arm band would make police catch Sia because they carried identical arm-bands. It was the pendant with the bullet that R had tried to kill her with, that was missing from her cabinet.Lila had given Sia the bullet pendant as the parting gift. When the police would search as to what is missing from the cabinet, Sia would show that to the police and say that the twins loved each other and she hadn't killed Lila. But, the police wouldn't believe that love existed between the two because, everybody knew that they had once tried to even drown each other and would inturn say that Sia had stolen it from Lila.G was anyways in trouble because it was known that theirs had been a public spat – he’d cheated on her in the open and in a weird twist, or maybe she wouldn't mind sparing him because she felt some sympathy that he would also eventually die of the same virus and was suffering the same now.

So, the 'Smart' Lila had got everybody into it, in a very 'Democratic' way.

The best clue for the answer is : In the clue given in the terms and conditions. Lila is the only name there and that's the answer(big clue) to the mystery :) Confirmed :)

Hope I have explained it sufficiently. Feels really good to have solved it.

The object that I would link from Pringoo is at this link. The picture is here.

Chandana C. Shekar

When bored, at the Lib.

Got bored while studying at the library today. At the library I go to, people seem to have some sort of a 'syndrome'. Seems like they need 'studying' to be alive and not air and water.I obviously don't have company to loaf around when I get bored. So I try to just look around myself. I look for some eye candy ( which I spotted only once till now and then, he too seemed gay), count the number of broken window panes, see how far the spider on the wall has moved since yesterday, count the number of people without spectacles (coz that's easier than counting the ones with spectacles there!!) and so on. Today, was just flipping through the pages of my notebook, and happened to open the last page, where 'amazing facts' were given. Few were kinda amusing actually. I'll tell you.

"The combination 'o-u-g-h' can be pronounced in nine different ways. the following sentence contains them all. A rough coated, dough-faced, thoughtful plough man strode through the streets of Scarborough; after falling into a slough, he coughs and hiccoughed"... I guess the bugger who sat and searched for the words with these pronunciations and then went to frame a meaningful sentence with them was as bored as I was!!

"Do you have 'pnigophobia'? It's the fear of choking on fish bones". .. Well, I don't have it. But my vegetarian mom does, when I am eating fish!. Wonder when she'll realise that I'm a pro at having fish. Yummy!! I love sea food :-). Been a while since I had it though :-( .

"'Caligynephobia' is the fear of beautiful women".. Such a waste that this word was coined. Will anybody ever suffer from that? Men? No ways!! That will be the biggest joke on earth. Women? well, the only thing a woman can feel about another beautiful woman is jealousy, nothing else.

I repent giving my lecturers gaalis ( in my mind ofcourse) when I used to enter late to class and he/she would yell, "how dare U enter late? ". Little did I know till today that they were yelling at the alphabet "U" and not me! Wondering what and how? Because, "The original English alphabet had only 24 letters. J and U joined the alphabet much later!".

Wrote this at the lib. Thank goodness there was nobody sitting in my immediate neighbourhood and hence nobody saw me doing this. Else I would have surely been called either an alien or a looser. Was at the lib and not studying you see ;-)

p.s.- I miss the chit-chatting, gossiping, sight-seeing [;-)], sleeping (and studying ofcourse) and the nescafe sessions we used to have at my college library during my college days.. Was fun :).

Keep smiling,

Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up thoughts #4

"When you've prayed for something with all your heart and it ain't working yet; then either you haven't given it your all or it just ain't worth it."

Chandana C. Shekar

Wordless Wednesday #3 - 'Snake Snacks???'

Cheers,

Chandana C. Shekar

ps- Unexpected happens at times. My opinion happened to be on a friend's blog. Pardon the spellings plz.

Microfiction Monday #1

"Microfiction Monday". Got it from Susan's Blog. In simple words, Susan puts up a picture and anybody who wants to, can write about the picture- but, in 140 characters. That's it. For more details, go to Susan's blog Stony River. Found it exciting. Doing it for the first time ;-)



Here's the picture...

And here's my take:

"Two make a couple,

Three make a crowd.

Where on earth is mine?

Shall go look around."

First time with this,
Chandana C. Shekar

Thank you Momzie :-)

"God could not be everywhere, so he created mothers" - Jewish proverb.

That's my mom's fav phrase. I've seen that written on the first page of many of her books. I'm glad God created my mom. A lot more glad that he made me her daughter. 'Mother', the word speaks for itself.. 'Great', 'amazing', 'wow', none of those words will describe her. Surely need something larger than that. She takes care of you since even before you were born. She considers you a kid even when your fifty years old. For her, your nothing but her soul, walking outside her body. You mean the world to her. She understands everything- things you say, things you don't say and even things that you yourself don't understand. Mom is one word, for an ocean of love and care.The 'only' example that exists for 'unconditional love' is hers. Can write pages about her, and yet, neither would it suffice, nor would it make complete justice.

All the while I wrote this, the only person I had in front of my eyes was obviously 'My Momzie', my idol. A great mom, doctor, wife, daughter, sister, altogether, an amazing woman. I wonder from where she gets the time, energy and willpower to work the quantity and quality she does, both at the hospital and at home, and yet, smile always. She loves what she does. I know for a fact that she has her own share of problems. But not once does she let anybody get a clue of it.

Ma, this day, both your daughters wanna say, Thank you so much,

For all the tender love you've given us, for all the care we got.

For keeping us in your thoughts and prayers, always.

For all the minute to minute things you gave us, whose importance we never realised.

For trusting in our stupidest thoughts and decisions.

For being our watchman(watch woman) all through life.

For being everything from a baby sitter to a study partner to a guide to a friend to everything.

For being a partner in crime in our mischiefs(harmless ones) and a shoulder to cry on when sad.

For lending a helping hand when we failed and shedding tears of joy when we succeeded.

For laughing on our weirdest jokes and feeling hurt for our minor bruises.

For letting us know that you are someone we can always count on.

For not minding when we took you for granted.

For having the courage to let us learn from our own mistakes when necessary.

Ma, I'd write pages and I'd never complete the things you do for us. Thanks for everything and everything and more everything. Thanks for being that amazing person you are. We feel very very proud when we say 'I'm Dr.Shylaja's daughter'. We promise, one day, we shall make you proud to call yourself as our mom. And hey, you still are the prettiest woman in the world :) Love you loads. Muah:)

Happy Mothers' Day Ma :-)

Your loving daughter,

Chandana C. Shekar

p.s.- This goes to the 'tribute to my mother' contest too. About the widget that I'm supposed to put ut here for the contest, well, i'm not able to. But here is the link for the gift i'd like to give my mom from pringoo.