Saturday, July 30, 2005

MI2 : Spectacular 1

Ps : There’s 3 posts today, Malaysians stick to this, Indians read the other two here and here. They’re both in Tanglish.

MI 2 : Spectacular 1 yesterday was hilarious!

Judges arguing, weird dance moves, shrieky voices that ain't impressive and even joget ala Kung Fu! Hehehe I don't think we were supposed to laugh so much but we did!

Jee was really in her element yesterday, giving the right reaction for all the bricks and unexpected bumps!

Attila : Was good but she was aggressive than sexy.

Ash : Oh please go before you embarrass yourself more! I know you're cute you can sing some songs but you ain't singing any of those!

Azam : ok

Trish : I would have preferred if she had sung Karma or Keys by Alicia Keys, where that beautiful voice range would have shone! But no she picked some safe boring song! Oi she looked goodla - Roslan you the blind ke?

Adam : Wow but like Paul said he doesn't impress. Hehehe was ROTFL when Jee re-pointed out his joget ala Kung Fu move.

Farah : what the hell did she mumble and it was pitchy. Here's where Roslan and Paul began to fight. As usual Paul blinded by beauty thought it was great. But it wasn't! Just as I was waiting for them to throw things at each other Jee come to the rescue with a hilarious Indon slanged phrase!

Ejay : Dear god where was the goddess of dictation? Nora asked the right question she was singing in Chinese or English?? And what the hell was she wearing? Aunties wear better looking stuff!

Faizul : Nice but funny! Hehhehe I just burst out laughing he is so adorably cute! And yeah no ice skating and errr don't think I can ever take him seriously. He is just so sweet. By the was this guy can't speak a word of English, he's a friend of my friend. Paul made a good one there

That was more rock than Mt Kinabalu! Hehehehe

Daniel : I like how he started, typical boyband song matched his voice. Quite soul touching - that you go awwww. He'll stay!

Xerra : She spoilt my fav song! (Karma) Where's that soul that song vibrates! Grrr

Nita : not bad!

I want Ash and Ejay to leave! Please my ears hurt but probably given the cute and identity factor they won't leave yet!


Kaps has a post on mother tongue and a wish list. Truthfully 1st and 3rd is readily achievable. But with a complex language like Tamil, the 2nd will definitely be hard for people learning it mid of their lives!

This is speaking from experience. Read here to know more. Though I learnt how to write and read in Tamil, I still struggle with the spelling and fast reading. My brother and I joined the same Tamil tuition but then laziness deterred him from learning the language, today despite speaking fluent Tamil, my bro regrets not taking the initiative to learn the language.

Nearly 80% of Indians (including all states and Lanka) here speak Tamil but 80% are Tamil illiterate. The ones who do know how to read and write in Tamil were normally Tamil schooled. I wasn't Tamil schooled, I think in English but I had the interest, so I learnt the language. That makes me trilingual, which most Chinese and Indians are.

I've pointed this out before, here you'd be looked down and given names if you spoke to a person of your own race in another language other than your mother tongue (exclude business situations). Because of that no one walks to the local hawker stall and says

Dear Sir, will you please cook up a plate of fried noodles and a glass of refreshing ice cold milo ice.

Its either

Machan, mee goreng* (fried noodles) satu.


Anne, mee goreng onnu pohdungeh.

To say that's coz we're away from the mother country that's why we're sticking to our guns is quite untrue since a lot of us are 3rd generation Indians and we identify ourselves as Malaysian Indians and not NRIs. I love being Indian, as much as I love being Malaysian. Why should I not learn my mother tongue coz I'm part of another nation.

So it often astonishes me when in Chennai I'm confronted with people who find speaking Tamil a disgrace. I probably told this story before but can't find the post. Waiters at hotels in Chennai will only converse in English to you even if you look and speak like a Tamilan.

My dad and I used to get so riled up by their repeated answers in English while we would be questioning in Tamil. Why do they look down on their own language? Come on Tamilians are all over the globe, why can’t the centre of the language be proud of its language. I can’t even take someone telling me I don’t look Tamil.

Of course the age old, English puts food on the table arises. Yes English is important, but why are you treating your child as dumbo by saying they should learn only English. As if learning another language will deter their grasp of the language! What crap! All right so you think learning it for an exam might be tough, then home school them the language, converse with them in it. Again yes English is important but so is your mother tongue. I would say learn both, you will never regret it! With the many multi racial marriages happening here, its always been noted that children often pick up the language conversed to them by their non English speaking grandparents. Normally the language picked up is the mothers dialect.

It always amazes me the passion the French and Japanese have for their language that they insist even international business to be conducted in them

The other issues brought up in Kaps comment section. Being looked down for being Tamil. If a person looks down at you for being Tamil, don't do business with them and make sure they know why, and also highnose them. Sadly ever realise this are normally done by Tamils itself! When I was in Univ, I had spent one semester holiday helping market the yearly cultural show we conduct.

We had gone to this big corporation and an Indian lady came out to meet us. My senior seeing she was Tamil, started the conversation in Tamil. The women starts giving us the cold shoulder and started looking down on us. Of course the Tamilan ratham inside me pongified and I jumped in. Using only bombastic words, I spoke to the lady in English told our cause and handed her our proposal. The women stood stunned, taken aback by my slight sarcasm. She meekly received the proposal, not knowing what to say. My poor senior had a earful listening to me complain about that womens attitude.

So the next time some donkey tries to put you down when you speak your mother tongue, make sure you embarrass them. If its your boss choose your words carefully but make sure you put the point forward.

Tamilan endru sohlada Thalai nimirnthu nilladha!

Puthidai Malara

Vaikarai vaanathai sarasarappa
Vidiyal bumiyil miniminuka

Tavalntu nagarnthu, asaiyum
Megham ehnum mughamudi

Nadanam adum kathiravanin
Arangathai alangarithu

Mehla nithirai vilithu pani
Sulhtiruhkum eyarkai malara

Puthiyathor naal piranthathu

Friday, July 29, 2005

Sunny Telco

I like how the sun shines behind the tele tower.

Where is the news Star!!!!!

Newspapers complain blogs try to be newspapers. If yesterday I hadn’t read blogs, I wouldn’t have known about the Mumbai floods that has claimed 800 lives so far since it rampage on Tuesday.

I read The Star daily. I’ve always prided this paper for having international news. All I needed to do was read it to know important events but I have lately realised not only are they normally 2 days late on breaking news sometimes they think certain news aren’t worth mentioning!

Yesterday when I found out about the floods, I thought today's paper would highlight it. Nada no such news anywhere on The Star, have I missed it? I don’t think so. I even searched the archives. That’s when I checked NST and they have reported it today.

Has Star deteriorated in its reporting that it could miss reporting floods that deluged a cosmopolitan city similar to ours?


Updated : 5.00 pm (Checked the site till 11 there was no change forgot to mention the time yesterday)
PS : Just rechecked The Star, there's a report now but I still think its late for a daily to highlight news!

Thursday, July 28, 2005


Last evening a spiritual guru I'm familiar with (not follow) passed away. Today I find out yesterday's floods claimed lives in the Metros of Mumbai.

It is saddening to read the trials of people still looking for their friends and relatives. At the same time reading about people who made an effort to help those in need brings a different hope. That the world still is human.

God bless all those souls, gone, lost or still looking.

Entrancing Palace

This is the Palace of the Golden Horses. One of the most beautiful and expensive hotels in Malaysia. If you watched TIME, one of the songs were taken in front of this building.

During the shooting of this song Prabu Deva sorely missing Indian food, visited the nearby town and comfortably sat at one of the restaurants thinking no one would recognise him. Within minutes, the restaurant staff (mostly from India) had to bar the front door as a huge crowd of fans had gathered to catch a glimpse. He escaped through the back door and settled for packed food instead!

My ex classmate's father had been the tour agent in charge of taking Prabu around. Where was I? Holidaying in Sungai Petani, Kedah (A state up north).

Wednesday, July 27, 2005


I tried my hand at Venkittu Sir’s poem competition. I was about to give up when this idea came to me but I couldn’t stick to 8 lines. But what the heck I just wanted to try :))))

Err sorry about it being in romanised Tamizh, you know me ;p

Thaayin siripu pillaiyin nambikai
Pillaiyin valarchi thandaiyin nambikai
Thandaiyin visvasam modhalaaliyin nambikai
Modhalaaliyin vaLarchi poruladharatin nambikai

Poruladharatin uyarvu sarkarin nambikai
Sarkarin dhittam makkalin nambikai
Makkalin aatharavu naatin nambikai
Naatin sthiratuvam pothumakalin nambikai

Pothumakalin angikaram petrorin nambikai
Petrorin asirvatham iruvarin nambikai
Iruvarin aasai sisuvin nambikai
Sisuvin pirappu thaayin nambikai

Ps : Thanks to Ferrari and Uma who helped me with some of the words and of course my dear old dictionaries at home. This is what happens when you use Tamil to speak of fun things and then switch to English when discussing issues.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

How did you?

It was World Cup 2002. There I was sitting dejectedly at the office unable to watch any the afternoon games. That year the time difference meant games went on during working hours. Didn't help when the restaurant downstairs would blast its TV for its sneaked out viewers. Everytime there was a goal they would scream and we would frantically check live forums for the score. A few doors away, the boss would be enjoying the game on his telly. Temptation was never so strong.

That day the England vs Brazil game was to take place. A crucial game to determine who makes it beyond, I shifted through my leave's to see if I could take leave. Alas I'd just gotten back from a holiday. As the hour creeped by, the more shifty we got in our seats. We'd walk past the bosses office looking lovingly at the telly, or stand by the window peeking downstairs.

5 minutes before the game began, we hear wheels streaking the pathway. Me and colleague peek out to see chairs from another office being moved into bosses room with colleagues in tow. Our eyes nearly popped out in excitement when we were told boss gave the green light to watch the game with him!

Drag the chairs we did, grinning sheepishly at the boss. There was some 14 people squeezed into the room. Out of which only 4 of us were supporting Brazil. Me, the boss, his nephew and another colleague. What a game it was! We were cheering, exchanging comments.

First goal by England, the room cheers, boss swears. We glared at the rest.

Then Rivaldo came to the rescue and the 4 of us jumped in joy. Boss gave me a quizzical look, gal? Football??

Half-time ran back to our cubicles to check our emails if there were any urgent work. None it seemed as if the whole nation had tuned off to watch a ball being kicked around.

And then the most questioned goal of the season was shot by Ronaldinho and we were in the lead. Screams got louder, party dance got vivacious. Now the room glared at us!

Finally we won, England failed to beat a 10 man Brazil. And at the end we were vindicated from the horror of the 1998 finals, when Brazil won against Germany.

Relive the game here.

Now let’s not argue about that goal, people still argue about that goal.

Come on how could a fluke shot travel that breadth!

Next year by this time we’d have already known who will hoist the 2006 World Cup.

Can’t wait for 9 June 2006, when the game kicks off!

Question : How did you guys watch this match?

Ps : I probably will end up at some Mamak stall to watch the game given, my house telly has been invaded by serials! ;((((

Monday, July 25, 2005

Fruity Galore? nah...

I was wondering what to write when Uma asked me the million dollar question

What fruit DO I eat?

Its a million dollar question coz everyone who knows me has asked me this question. Imagine how much I would have made if each time I got a buck. Wow I'd be rich! *visi gleams with diabolic thoughts*

Sigh so much for dreams. We shall talk about things that can be realised.

Anyway than listing out fruits that I don't eat I shall list out the ones that I do since its easier.

Local fruits
Mata Kucing (Cats eyes - err it looks like that)
Star Fruit
Langsat and longan (these are just ok)

By the way Langsat is different from the Duku Langsat I mentioned in this post.

You’re wondering how they look like?

Click here, here and here.

Other fruits that I eat

Oranges (love these)
Tomato/ pumpkin - errr Its categorised under fruits ;p
Dates/raisin - once in a while
blueberry (on cake only ;p)
Apple (ok only)

That's all!

I know all of you are wondering where's mangoes? How can anyone hate mangoes? Yes unfortunately such a wonder does exist and it is your truly ;))))))))))))))

OH no I've already told you about my mango dislike but I will reassertion it here. Anyway when I was a kid I used to call everyone who ate Banana's monkeys. Still would love to do that, but my dad might turn in his grave and come haunt me for eternity. Err no thanks ;p

All my life my dad tried in vain to get me to eat Mangoes. Every single time Mango season came, I knew what would happen. Dad sometimes got mangoes sent from India. Yes those juicy delicious ones. He'd finish dinner and sit in front of the tv with his equipment's.

A paper spread over the coffee table, a plate, mangoes and a knife.

First he'd smell the mangoes, show the beauty to everyone (while I sat at a safe distance) and then proceed to tenderly cut it. And then the ritual will begin.

Dad : Mango very tasty, you want? (Showing a piece he had just cut)
Me : No pa.

Dad : Come on, Indian mango, you know how expensive it is here and you can't get so fresh, take a piece!
Me : No pa.

Dad : I'm sitting here and cutting for you and you don't want.
Me : No pa.

Dad : ohnukum projahnam illeh, oru manga thinna teriyidha?? Manga sapdahmeh ehpadi iruhke??? *

*You're useless, don't even know how to eat Mango. How can you not eat Mangoes???

Me : Errrr

Hehehhee same conversation each time! ;p


I love how Gwen says this. Did you ever think it could be pronounced this way?

Given that I dislike B-a-n-na-na’s, I’m quite surprised they look good in my photos ;p

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Carnatic, a glimpse

I'm no expert. I am just an amateur and will always remain a student in Carnatic music. There's an ocean of knowledge and songs to learn. I don't think I'm even at a quarter stage. Whenever I hear the young perform in India, I'm humbled by what they know. The problem in Malaysia, teachers are so money minded, you rarely learn the right way. Believe me I've been with so many teachers, changed the style so many times, I'm amazed how much patience I have. So I've spent a lot of time correcting, relearning and often being used for the teachers own elevation. Most teachers don't even teach the theory, one of the essential ingredients of Carnatic music. That's another ocean but that's where you realise how mathematical it is. Everything is an equation, and the more you learn the more wow you go.

Identifying Raaga. Truthfully I'm awful at this. It was only very recent I was taught how to identify them but often I'm so engrossed in the music it escapes me. Weirdly I can write Kalpanaswarams, Raaga and Thanams (need loads of time, I'm no expert who just picks one from the air) but identifying raaga?

I'm also one of those ppl who gape at great music, and get lost in the tangle of notes. Revathi is one of the very few (very few) raagas I can identify, that too after repeated listening. I can't listen to a song for the first time and state its raaga. But the beauty of the raga is such that listening to it will change and charge your mood. What I wrote was more of the passion I feel listening to that raaga. I was overwhelmed that I gave the impression of knowing a lot. Sorry but probably I do know more than most Malaysian singers.

The beauty of compositions are the ability to evoke the soul (Jeeva) of the raaga that the character of the raaga will bring out the raagas emotional front. That's how you sometimes cry listening to certain songs, smile at others and feel patriotic in some.

I was told its from repeated listening and identifying the raaga's jeeva in the song. There's a pattern you can identify a raaga with but to identify the pattern you have to know the raaga well and that too is by repeated listening.

Now to VJ and Uma's question.

What would I recommend to beginners. There would be 2 categories. One those exposed to temple singing of Thevarams and Bhajans and the other not.

If you have been exposed to Thevarams and Bhajans and like it you can start by listening to Tamil kritis (songs), Bhajans or Bharathiyar songs. A lot of Tamil Cinema Singers are actually Carnatic songs. So pick one of your favourite singer and get their Carnatic Tamil Song renditions. First the language would be familiar and most of it is set to a lighter composition. Being a Sudha Ragunathan fan, I would recommend her

Tamil Melodies - The songs in here are just beautiful. I love Kanda Naal Muthal and Enna Thavam Seithanai.

Alaypayuthe Kanna - A collection of songs by Ootukadu Venkata Subbaiyer. The ever famous Alaypayuthe is here in a more carnatic rendition.

Songs Like Jaga Janani, Theerada Vilaiyathu Pillai, Chinnan Chiru Killiye, Alaypayude; Bhajans like Krishna Nee Begane, Boh Shambo, Krishna Bhajans.

Don't listen to MS Amma yet, but if you do want to, start with Bhaje Govindham and Kurai Ondrum Illai.

Now for the second category. You're totally raw to Carnatic music. First listen to some of the semi-clasical cinema songs. Like

Enna Thavam Seithanai - Partiban Kanavu
Theerta Karayinileh - Varumaiyin Niram Sivappu

Then try Fusion but stick to vocal. My favourite fusion album is by Shankar Mahadevan Viswa Vinayakam. However its nearly impossible to find this CD/ Cassette.

Then proceed to the songs I listed in the first category.
Hope this helps.

Here are some links that will help.

This site has a long list of Carnatic songs you can listen online.

Also check out musicindiaonline, one of the most comprehensive online collection.

Check out Karnatic for links to lyrics and raaga information and Ilaiyaragam.

Lunch Sweety

Lunch starts with this man and ends with him. Everyday he and I will argue on why I won't buy his fruits. The conversation is always the same.

Him : Ahhh amoi nenas hari ni manis.

young gal pineapple is sweet today.

Me : Uncle Mana ada, tu setengah masak.

Uncle its all half ripe.

Him : Aiya Apek taruk gulala you beli.

Nevermind I'll put sugar for you.

Daily we have the same banter, sugar no sugar, sweet. Sounds boring, but it isn't. I guess the day wouldn't be complete for both of us if we don't have these sweet conversations :)))

Thursday, July 21, 2005


Revati is one of those raagas that evokes such passion, listening to it your whole body vibrates with the energy. Everytime I hear this raga, I am transformed elsewhere, vibrated by its vigor my mood changes. When I was in Kerala, I was taken to visit the Chakulatama temple. It was this small temple with a tiny svayambu devi, such a contrast to the big temples of Tamilnadu. Outside the temple in an open hall, these musicians were reciting devi's manthras in this raaga, so strong was the vibration, we stood transfixed, the drums intensifiying the fervor.

2 songs immediately spring to mind whenever I hear this raaga just mentioned. Durge Durge Jaya Jaya Durge and Boh Shambo. I've been trying to find the former's(a dance piece) lyrics and a recorded version for a very long time.

Today I was reminded of Boh Shambo reading nirguNa parabrahma at Thennava's and just like that my mood has changed as I hummed that song.

I love this line - and the musical arrangements here.
nija guhanihita nitAnta ananta Ananda atishaya akSayalinga

truth beyond gunas(?), beyond all things finite, oh infinite, blissful, wondrous, ever the same lingA

I'm off to enjoy the song :)))

raagam: rEvati
Composer: Dayaananda Saraswati
Language: Sanskrit

bOh sambhO shiva sambhO svayambhO

gangAdhara shankara karuNAkara mAmava bhavasAgara tAraka

caraNam 1
nirguNa parabrahma svarUpa gamAgama bhUta prapanca rahita
nija guhanihita nitAnta ananta Ananda atishaya akSayalinga

caraNam 2
dhimita dhimita dhimi dhimikiTa kiTatOm tOm tOm tarikiTa tarikiTakiTa tOm
matanga munivara vandita Isha sarva digambara vESTita vESa Isha sabEsha sarvEsha

Meaning:by Suhasini Jayakumar
pallavi: Hail , oh Lord Shambhu, one who "self appeared"

anupallavi: Source of Ganges, Shankara, oh merciful lord who redeems me from this ocean of sorrow, samsAra

caraNam 1: without gunas, one who is beyond time, past, present and future
truth beyond gunas(?), beyond all things finite, oh infinite, blissful, wondrous, ever the same lingA

caraNam 2: This is just the rhythm of the dance of creation and destruction

Taken from Karnatik

So that’s why!

One of our supplier personnel's came by and left a plastic bag full of duku langsat (a local fruit in season now) at one of my bosses table and left not saying a thing.

So when boss asked who left it there, we told him and he passed it around. In minutes my colleagues had finished half a kg of those small fruits.

Then the guy comes by and peeks under bosses table. Actually he left it there for safe keeping. Hehehe the whole office burst out laughing.

One colleague exclaimed, "So that’s why it was so tasty!"

Ps : I wasn’t one of the culprits, I don’t eat that fruit. :))))

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Is that you?

In my previous post, I had mentioned night markets. If you're Malaysian you're wondering why I didn't just say Pasar Malam, if you aren't you're probably even more confused now.

Every week across the country each town holds a night market or Pasar Malam, some places like mine, you get it twice a week. The one in my town is supposed to be the best for its variety, prices and the freshness of its products. Starting as early as 4pm it runs up till 10 pm, if the rain doesn't play spoilsport. Getting into one of those markets, you're surrounded by competing traders peddling their ware on top of their lungs, a variety of smells from the pungent smell of the Durian (its the season) to the aromas of just cooked hawker fare. The occasional entry of enforcement officers often leads to instant pack ups of unlicensed traders.

Besides all the fresh vegetables, fruits, tidbits, tasty Malaysian food, cheap toys, pirated VCDs, rows of fake watches and handbags, you get to see a myriad of characters. Let me introduce you to them.

This are normally middle aged women. You're practically invisible to them. If you're standing in between their target and them, they'll just barge in push you away and grab what they want.

Are normally the husbands forced to shop, who are often petrified by Push and Shove Ladies. Seeing one approaching they back off to safer grounds. Caught surprised, they stare in bewilderment as they're shoved aside.

They won't buy anything without hustling the price first. Often matching the yells of the marketing vendor, you're often left wondering where their vigour comes from!

Newly married or recently latched, they're joined at the hip and such creatures can be found lurking everywhere. They pick a tomato with their conjoined hands afraid the separation will separate them.

They guard the vendor table, wondering shall I get the juicy red tomato or the slightly orange tomato. The endless tussle in the minds leave them standing blur but unmoving for ages, while you're left trying to get the juicy red tomato.

They pick each and every tomato, twist and turn, pinch and prod the poor thing only to be unsatisfied and proceed to the next.

These are normally foreign factory workers, they walk around with weird stares. Working in a mostly male division, the sight of even granny excites them. Every available opportunity they knock into you as if you were bowling pins.

Shy and nervous boys found circling the pirated VCD peddler, often looking left and right for familiar faces as they sheepishly ask the vendor for blue film.

Often left with no choice but to accompany their partners as mechanical lifting machines, they spend immobile periods ogling at women. Don't make eye contact with such creatures, even giving the evil eye won't effect them!

Markets sure are colourful, but you could probably see such characters everywhere, don't even make me start on shopping malls!

See ma, legs!

Caught this driving past an automobile garage.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

How to know?

Have you ever wondered if that gal you like has a boyfriend, is married, or dates no men?

Have you twitched and turned not knowing to ask or not to ask?

Have you been too shy to walk up to a gal, yet been admiring her for years? Well fear not here's how to ask if lady love is still available!

At the theaters, you're the ticket seller.

You : Another ticket for your partner?
You : Will you and your boyfriend want a couples seat?

Colleague, Friend, friends friend.

1 You : You know (insert Men's wear only brand) is having a sale. You might want to get something for your boyfriend.

2 You : A bunch of us are going for the ball game. Its all guys only and one guy pulled out. Would you boyfriend be interested?

3 You : That's a pretty earring/ ring/ necklace, your boyfriend must have gotten it for you. And if she replies nah daddy did and you want to reconfirm ask so what did boyfriend give.

The gal at the ticket counter.
You : Hummm this sounds like a chick flick, would your boyfriend watch this?

You : Hummm I don't know would you buy this for your boyfriend?

The gal at the fast food outlet/ restaurant you always go too.
You : I'm not sure what to have, what does your boyfriend like?

Sounds like obvious questions? Well when a question is obvious and casually thrown, before reflex on why the question was asked kicks in, the gal would have already blurted out the truth. Of course you'd first have to speak to the gal first! ;p

Ps : Gals looking for retorts to such questions please email me ;p

Thiruvalluvar was a genius

Thiruvalluvar was a genius. Everything he has said applies today in the 21st century. My fav and one that constantly proves to be true is

Agathin Azaghu mugathil terium.

The hearts content reflects on the face.

Sometimes when you meet a person, you realise there’s something very ugly about them but you can’t place a finger on it. They look good but there’s something missing.

Then down the line of knowing them, you find out about them and you realise Thiruvalluvar was a genius.

Colourful Clouds

Yesterday evening as I was driving back I was enjoying the blue skies thin clouds. The white against the blue was quite charming. 20 minutes after reaching home, mom insisted I take her grocery shopping at the night market and I was awestruck by the orange fluffy clouds that later turned pink all in 10 minutes. And the clouds threatened of rain they were that huge, menacing yet bewitching.

Yet it didn’t rain and as fast as they had appeared the clouds soon thinned.

Here’s how they danced yesterday.

Click here for a larger image.

Monday, July 18, 2005


Someone googled for my dad’s name. Now normally Manikam is spelt with a ‘C’ but its the other way with his. Even my name is spelt differently. I think spelling differently runs in the family ;p hehehehhe

Anyway that and reading about cars at Anti reminded me of this incident in my dad’s youth.

My tata* owned one of those old cars back in those days, and being a man, was very protective of his "wife".

Now with a bevy of boys at home that’s quite an impossible task. One day, Appa* and his elder brother threw caution to the wind and took tata’s car for a joy ride. Unfortunately both of them didn’t know how to drive and proceeded to ram into their house.

Fortunately there was nary a scratch on the car. Those days cars had solid bodies.

Unfortunately the house couldn’t sigh the same. The wall came tumbling after.

When tata finally caught them both (they had run and hid for their dear lives), he tied them to a tree and whacked them. Hehehee I don’t think appa found it funny then, but he sure did telling us.

Speaking of cars my friend was telling me sometime back, you can rent a Ferrari for a few spins in Langkawi for RM 200. Now the first thing that ran through my head was :

What??? Rent a Ferrari??? But aren’t cars men’s wives??? Aren’t Ferraris personal, prized and yours - your precious???? How could he rent a Ferrari???

Anyway besides the fact "How could he rent a Ferrari???", he’s a clever businessman, he figured renting it out to eager people who similarly drool at Ferrari’s, will not only earn him money but at the same time pay the cost of the sleek beauty.

Now to plan my trip to Langkawi! ;p

tata* Grandpa
Appa* Dad

Friday, July 15, 2005

Sun squares

The Sun trapped behind squares.


Thursday, July 14, 2005



My mom and the fruit seller discussing banana's.

This is another shot I like :)

A view

I’ve been going up and down Prabhu’s and Senthil’s blog the whole day. By now they’re probably wondering why am I jumping from one post to the other indecisively not commenting. Vatsan started a post that has now snaked from caste dress code to culture to caste to religion and back and forth. My previous post on this is here.

I’ve been contemplating whether to write or not on this issue. The thing it has never mattered to me in friendship but the issues brought out by both Prabhu and Senthil needs another look. Putting up this post has made me do something I’m not used to.

Warning : This post might hurt. Sorry in advance. Those who don't want to comment after reading please go to the post above. :)

Decades ago when my great great grandparents (GGGM & P) on my maternal side settled in Malaysia, my great grandparents fell in love and ran away. GGM being C*hetty and GGP being N*aidu, that’s where mixed marriages started in my family. GGM left great riches for love, now if she hadn’t I would have been filthy rich or probably never existed hummm

Anyway GGP went on to tell his children and grandchildren

Marry anyone you wish as long as they’re of a good caste.

Thus explains how my family is the typical Malaysian mix, be it caste or religion. My dad being K*aunder (no mix there, he was a first generation Malaysian), it makes me half N*aidu half K*aunder. Oh yeah theirs was an arranged love marriage. Will explain another day. So if anyone should speak about caste it should be me.

There’s 2 different situations, here and the one in India.

I have never seen caste or religion in friendship. Actually I don’t know the caste of my friends unless they were old friends some 6, 7 year friends. That too finding it out by accident. I have friends from all religion and race. Its a Malaysian thing, we are exposed to different cultures from a young age. Though sadly this is becoming a dying social scene as more parents send their children to race identified schools.

Only when I entered University, I got exposed to race segregation, boarded up with my own, we were branched into 3 different groups by religion during orientation. So used to hanging out with a mix group I was quite taken a back at the beginning. Very weird if you ask me.

Most Malaysian Indians come from a mixed family where the code is what my GGP had said.

Of course there are ones who still look for some caste partners often going back to India/ Ceylon as choices are so few here.

And if you assumed only the Hindus do that, you’re quite wrong the Christian and Muslim Indians do so too. My fathers friend a Christian, went looking for a bride for his son, only to come back dejected as they insisted on non mix Christian from a certain caste.

Being Malaysian we have a habit of having open houses during respective festivals. So everybody eats at everyones house regardless of their skin colour or the mark on their forehead. Probably food is the thing that brought us together.

Don’t we have runaway lovers? Yes we do, but the number compared to the bigger scene is relatively smaller. Yes we have our problems but on an overall look friendship was never ruled by race or religion. We aren’t superior, but the environment we have been exposed to has allowed us to be diverse.

Lets see how it is in India.

How many of you have childhood friends that transpired different caste and religion. Lets leave the people who continuously move because of their parents working life. How many of you live in an area variegated in diversity?

Probably your first exposure to different cultures happened in college.

Then exposed to the wonders of the world you become liberated and found caste and more, extremely old fashioned. Everyone has wonderful views about being one, being an individual not governed by caste and religion.

Now the tricky question : How many of you would actually marry someone from a different caste?

Take this scenario. With all your liberated views, you meet someone from another caste and fell in love. The relationship blossoms and so do you.

Previously as a young teenager, you always felt a need to be away from parents and the nagging that comes with it.

Then you start working and your parents start treating you like the grown up you are. Working away from home, you start missing parents, the hates of youth vanishing into thin air. You’re still in love, very much but now with hate missing you ponder if the relationship would work. Will your parents be able to take such a blow? Do they deserve such a blow at their old age? Why can’t I be a filial child and do as they wish?

Soon most of you give up before even trying and marry the person chosen by your parents. Men or women.

This is the reality of caste in India. Being liberate in views yet typical in action won’t make a difference.

Again sorry if this hurts anyone.

Disclaimer : Had no intention of hurting anyone, this has been my view of the situation for a long time. I’m not questioning anyone directly. Its my view. Please don’t jump into conclusions about anything.


Last saturday we got to read Thennavan’s account of Sri Rangam. Incidentally that day had been the Thirukalyanam of Sri Renganatar at the only Sri Renganatar Temple in Malaysia. Coincidence or a blessing I’m not sure but I was happy to read it.

Sri Renganathar and Sri Renganayaki

Click here for a larger image.

The Thirukalyanam came as a culmination to the 48 day Mandala Ubhayams after the temples Kumbhabhishegam on the 22nd of May 2005. Some info on the temple, it is run by a priest who besides his professional life, has devoted his and his families time to the temple. He doesn’t accept any money, but instead collected all the money put into undials to get the Kumbhabhishegam done.


It’s a normal sized temple, like most Malaysian temples. Take a look at the album of the photos detailing the Thirukalyanam here.

If you’re looking at it as a slideshow, some of the photos will be small as the images sizes wary. The thing is my mobile’s digital zoom goes up to 4x if its on the smallest resolution. The biggest size needs to be taken from a close range.


The lady in the green and orange saree is my mom :))

I will be putting up the Kumbhabhishegam photos soon but it will take time :)

Me : I did change some of the photos on this post. This the best it can go :)) And try looking at it individually then as a slideshow the blurred ones at least (an indication the picture is small :)) Sorry.

PS : Jaybee Sir has been articulating about the Pallavas, Kanchi and the link to Ceylon. Those interested please g rad and ask him questions. I did ask him about the Kanci Palaces, the question circulating the blogs, please have a look and ask him more. :))

Wednesday, July 13, 2005


Somewhere in May, this Malaysian made Tamil movie was released at the theaters. Thanks to GSC’s screening of Chemman Saalai. A lot of movies are making the cut to be screened at our local theaters.

The movie I’m talking about is Aandal. I watched it back then but since I couldn’t find any photos I went back and snapped some with my mobile. And then today when I googled again I find the movie’s webpage listed on a forum. Yeah googling the movie won’t lead you to its official webpage. Weird marketing!

I’m glad Malaysian Tamil movies are getting better. This was another well done effort. The director Sandosh Kesavan tells us the true story of young naive gal running from home for love only to be lured into drugs and thus ends up being prostituted by her husband.

The movie’s subject itself is a bold attempt especially here in Malaysia, despite the 18 pl tag, the movie still underwent 20 cuts by the censorship board!

Produced by Janutalkies under a shoe string budget, the movie manages to show Aandals transition from naive to street wise prostitute. Later, finding herself pregnant, Aandal attempts to leave her past behind. How her husband reacts makes the latter half of the movie.

I would definitely say the direction, acting were good. Quite close to reality. Certain scenes were so gripping, it left you wincing in your seat. One such scene was when Aandal finally fights back, when her husband confronts her on her pregnancy.

After slapping the guy (real slap not one of those acted ones),

Aandal blurts out : intha pillaku nee than appanu enna satci? Ennakeh appa yarnu teriyadhu!

The whole theater was engulfed in silence, reality of the situation hitting hard.

My gripe about the previous movie having bad music was solved here when the songs (yep they had songs) turned out well and actually were nice to hear.

This time the movie had a good turnout probably because of the fights in it, less art while successfully bringing out the message.

When naive Aandal laments to the husband about her family grieving on her lost back home, one of the boys in the crowd commented.

Athu ondum bothu terinjirukahnum!

Hehehee we all burst out laughing. How true!

Now go check out the website for cast and crew info, stills from the movie and the trailer.

ps : Reached 20,000 yesterday ;p and I think the 20,000th person was VJ. yayyyy

****************throws confetti************


Does anyone here love clouds?

I love days where the sky is blue and filled with cotton candy clouds. I love watching if these clouds come in different shapes. I love the clouds after rain, white and fluffy against a refreshed sky. So pretty especially at sunset.

Now with camera always in hand, I’m often taking shots of the skies. My friend and I have this daily habit of describing the skies and complaining if its gloomy.

Anyway I have decided to put up a photo per day here, I am not starting a photo blog, I don’t think my mobile needs such a grandeur and I like having everything in one place, just like me a myriad of thoughts :)

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

I dream of Jeanie

Remember that sitcom. What a hilarious one. I especially loved the episode where she ends up wearing the same dress as her husband's boss's wife. Hehehehe

Anyway what if you met a Genie and was bestowed 3 wishes? What will your wishes be?

Oh and yes lets be ridiculous and not politically correct ;p

Sigh I actually can't think of anything ;p Ahhh now I got it ;p

1) A palace on Venus
2) A machine that automatically smacks Bush each time he gets one of his bright ideas.
3) Getting into the Bermuda Triangle, explore and get out to be the only one who ever made it out of there ;p hehehehe

Ps : I'm about 50 hits away from hitting 20,000 ;))

Lets see who gets celebrated this time ;p

Update : All you Harry Porter fans out there read this, oh so hillariously true.

Top Ten reasons Hogwarts is in Malaysia.

What Love Means To Kids

I love this forward. Don't know how many times I've read it yet I still love it!

"What does Love mean?" A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, the answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." - Rebecca - age 8

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." - Billy - age 4

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." - Karl - age 5

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." - Chrissy - age 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." - Terri - age 4

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." - Danny - age 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss" - Emily - age 8

Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen - Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate," - Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." - Noelle - age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." - Tommy - age 6

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore." - Cindy - age 8

"My mommy loves me more than anybody . You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." - Clare - age 6

"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." - Elaine-age 5

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford." - Chris - age 7

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." - Mary Ann - age 4

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." - Lauren - age 4 (hehehe kiddish innocence)

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image) - Karen - age 7

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." - Mark - age 6

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." - Jessica - age 8

And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry"

Monday, July 11, 2005

It rained!

Yep it did on Saturday night and again on Sunday afternoon. Actually the skies were threatening to burst open while we were at the temple for a Thirukalyanam. Thankfully it didn’t then. What a coincidence Vikkki and J blogged about rain as well on Saturday!

After temple went of for drinks with friends and err encountered hip hoping Indians and their Jamaican counterparts ops sorry so called Jamaican’s.

One of these days I hope they realise Bob Marley isn’t Indian. I understand if you know about the singer, but most of them are such blind followers of something they don’t understand!

Anyway, the next day my friend wanted to go shopping, so I tagged along. She wanted to get Indian stuff, so off we went to Klang. Now Klang houses the Selangor Little India and is also the royal town of Selangor (my state). There’s a lot of pretty old buildings in this area.

It had just rained when I got out of the house, my place looked submerged in clouds.

The Sky

Waiting for the light to turn green, I spent the time doing my favourite pastime, playing with kids. Err the next cars one that is ;p

Cute Kid :)

Now which dolt would speed after just damaging a car? Well met one on the way there. This guy had just hit his car and the bonnet was bent by the impact. Instead of carefully driving back he was speeding as if in race with Superman or he was aspiring to join the F1 with a dented car. Few minutes later saw his car in the middle of the road, the car bonnet had flung up and covering the whole front screen. Who said stupidity was cheap!

My friend called to say she was gonna be late, so I decided to go photo crazy. The road leading to Little India is dotted with old buildings. First up is an old colonial house.

Colonial house

Then this beautiful church and old convent.

Klang Church

This is my favourite shot. :)))

Klang Church

Checkout the glass stained circle on the facade. Pretty. The place was packed with people attending evening mass and they were singing. Loud enough for me to hear from across the street.

Klang Church

Little India down the road was bustling with activity, I took a shot in colour and it looked too jang so switched to black and white. The photos looked better.

Little India

I laughed my head off, seeing this old man in a veshti, what a match to my culture post! ;p

Little India

We had fun and for once I had good food in Klang and oh this time I found what I had been looking for the other day!

Here’s the album, have fun, there's a few more photos. Do check it out.

See ioiio, told ya no way was I gonna stop writing long posts! ;p

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Rain please!

rainy rainy KL how I miss thee,

won’t you rain and drench my pretty old street?

Glisten the ways and bathe the greens?

Friday, July 08, 2005


Good news. I have finally set up my pc at home and most importantly gotten the infra port that transfers the photos in my mobile into my pc. Yayyyyyyy

Which means now I can post some of the 389 photos I have taken. Yes that many. I ended up deleting my mp3s, videos and selected photos (very sadly) coz I couldn't download them while the itch to shoot photos was so great. Unfortunately I ended up with really small shots towards the end to allow me to take more photos.

We shall start from images of the oh so gorgeous Malaysian Airport KLIA which was featured in Kannum Kannum Nokia from Sanni err Anniyan movie which I had been talking about here.

Pravvvv all your fault ;p

I had an argument over KLIA recently. My take was the place is already gorgeous, the cinematographer didn't have to do much but pick an angle and shoot.

Well look at the interior photos and you too will agree! Anyway the movie was shot near the glass panels, I'm featuring the ceilings :))

Update : Since everyone likes the photos and want a bigger look. I found this galleries. Yes I don’t mind doing free marketing for such a beautiful place :)))

KLIA pictures here, here, here, here, info on design and Msian pics here.

Thursday, July 07, 2005


Rojak - its this Indian Muslim dish which is a mix of various food items drenched in tasty hot peanut sauce.

It also means a myriad of different information just as what this post is about!

I’m always surrounded by the letter S. If you look at my phone book S dominates in numbers. When I entered the blogsphere, I thought I’d escape what with the number of P named bloggers. But S heard my sigh and whuala decides to dominate my blogroll as well. Not getting enough of the multiple Prabhus, blogroll inclined itself to Satya’s.

Athen asaiyai yehn kedukanumnu - All 3 have been pirichified and lined up next to each other.

This is a long overdue blogroll, thank you for bearing with me and if I missed out someone please give me a knock on the head, memory often eludes me you see, and I shall dutifully do the necessary.

Someone emailed me asking to be blogrolled. Me being me I accidentally deleted her email plus I do remember ponnu did not leave her blog id. So gal please email or comment here and I shall bloggie roll u ;p


Oh yes I took the past life test, with the help of a friend and this was my resultsI don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.

You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Newfoundland around the year 1050. Your profession was that of a medic, surgeon or herbalist.

Your brief psychological profile in your past life: You had the mind of a scientist, always seeking new explanations. Your environment often misunderstood you, but respected your knowledge.

The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:Magic is everywhere around you, even in the most usual, most ordinary situations. Your lesson is to understand this magic and to help other people to see it, too. You are a magician!

Weirdly GP, Prav, IBH and me got the same results. An indication great minds are alike? ;p

oh here's the link courtesy Suderman.


Now for entertainment ;p

Read this ridiculous rotflol hangover post. You have to read it !

Hillarious rebonding advertisement.

You know those funny participants on American Idol well click here for the Malaysian Idol funnies.

Warning no 1 : no assuming all Malaysians are such. Entertainment is just that entertainment!

Mj comes up with reasons on why ladies are single.

Warning no 2 : This was funny, Rp you are banned from commenting on this! ;p

Beautiful night shot of the former tallest twins in KL

Since people keep being pointed here for this, I might as well provide the link. Err I’m talking about the Padal Thiran Pothi* - a famous Tamil singing talent competition here. Now if I end up watching it, will blog about it. And somewhere down the line if you see me swearing till the cows dance on the moon, it means they screwed up again!

This survey is quite accurate. Based on what you eat.

Warning no 3 : There’s an egg question, so if you’re squeamish please avoid it.

This is one of the funniest fwds I’ve read

A man was leaving a cafe with his morning coffee when he noticed a most unusual funeral procession. A funeral coffin was followed by a second one about 50 feet behindthe first.

Behind the second coffin was a solitary man walking with a black dog. Behind him was a queue of 200 men walking in single line.

The man couldn't stand his curiosity. He approached theman walking with the dog, "I am so sorry for your loss, and I know now is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral like this with so many of you walking in single line. Whose funeral is it?"

The man replied, "Well, that first coffin is for my wife."
The inquisitive man asked, "What happened to her?"

The man replied, "My dog attacked and killed her."

He inquired further, "Well, who is in the second coffin?"
The man answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife when the dog attacked and killed her also."

A thoughtful moment of silence passes between the two men.

Then the first one asks in excitement "Can I borrow the dog?"

The man replied "Please join the queue."


Now I leave with the tamest photo I’ve received from this email fwd.

Words a man never hears!

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Embracing your culture

I was wondering what to blog when I chanced upon Vatsans blog on traditional wear. Wonderful question. Actually the points he has brought up are of this discomfort men feel towards their cultural wears. You see we gals still wear sarees, half sarees and salwars.

Or is this spurning of cultural identity and embrace of western wear confined to Indians only?

Lets take a look at the 2 other races in Malaysia.

The Malays of both genders are known to wear their traditional clothes. Come Fridays*, a bevy of men and women can be found smartly dressed in their Malay traditional costumes, from office boy to management. In contrast, traditional wear is a dying trend among the Chinese. Even at weddings, the celebrated couples rarely don their traditional wear. Seeing someone don a cheongsam or samfu to work nowadays is quite impossible.

Fridays* - its a Malaysian trend/way to wear traditional costumes to work on Fridays as it is a religious day observed by both Muslims and Hindus.

Again here Indian women are known to dress in their traditional costumes especially on Fridays though the preferred wear is still the Salwar than the Saree. At temples or functions the same occurs. It is extremely rare to see young Indian Malaysian men don a veshti besides the day they tie the knot.

So why do Indian men find it uncomfortable to wear their traditional wear, some to the extend of feeling ashamed? But are men only at fault or society itself?

Lets ponder on the question raised at Vatsan’s post, will it be deemed less professional to be dressed in Asian clothing's?

You are being judged by your credibility's, professionalism and how you bring yourself around. If you have the confidence enough to wear your traditional wear, it shows you don’t mind standing out, being different and that you are strong enough to project your principles without conforming to the norm.

Of course not everyone will see it that way. Sometimes it makes me wonder how our own kind are capable of looking down on you. Here are two situations I have been in.

I attended 3 interviews wearing a Salwar one at an Indian company another 2 at Chinese companies. Now the Indian lady took one look at me and exclaimed

You don’t look modern enough, I’m afraid you don’t look professional enough.

Because she had been my dads friend, I controlled my tongue, deciding not to rebut her outrageous claim. Subsequent 2 interviews, they were quite impressed with my cultural backgrounds and not once was I questioned if I was professional enough and was offered the jobs. Of course when the Indian lady called back a few months later, she got a nice sarcastic remark from me.

So probably being in the midst of such individuals, men feel it is better to confront to the norm. However by doing so you’re losing that individual part of yourself. Once again I repeat this line I love saying and following -

Why bother what others think of you?

The question really is why are men ashamed of their traditional wear, while they applaud women who continue to dress so?

Ps : There’s nothing wrong in embracing western wear and way of life, its wrong when you feel embarrassed of your own culture because of that!


Guys I’d like to introduce to you to this blog by A-A sir.

A-A sir is one of Malaysia’s respected historian and hinduism exponent. Sir will be posting historical stories, legends and much more on his blog.

So if history interests you please check out kadaaramweb.

PS : The 1+1=3 post finale has been posted in the comments section. Enjoy :))

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Discovery blog

For some time now, I’ve been encountering blogs discussing blogging and of course mainstream media perplexed with this phenomena. Well here’s my two cents worth.

The way internet has evolved in our lives, a person in the US from here in Asia, is but a digital finger away. Information that once needed few calls, a drive to the nearest library is now a google away. So are people. Try googling your name, you’ll be surprised to find at least one mention even if you don’t blog. Then there are the blogs, logs of thoughts, strings of comments and wham! an interesting concoction is born.

There are many types of bloggers out there, notable are the numbers adopting an anonymous persona, assuming they will never be discovered. Under this anonymous personas, they pick a theme and vent out their anger, frustration, sorrow, creativity, exhibitionism. At first they succeed in masking their personality, carefully making sure what they write never portrays themselves.

Unfortunately no matter how a person tries to divert away from projecting themselves, sooner or later their blog assumes their own character and by that the masked blogger soon becomes unmasked. No matter how sarcastic, ruthless a person tries to be on their blog, the moment the crave for an audience is realised, they divert away, catering to the wants of that audience. And soon they’re discovered and IP address tracking won’t even play a part here.

Take the case of the SPG blog gal, the issue that went on to be the hottest news some time back. She assumed being anonymous, would give her the freedom to blog whatever she wished. As the matter became publicly known thanks to the media’s corny reporting, her parents discovered her, and said photographs dutiful went off the net. What did she spark? A debate on blogging ethics, media corniness and a flurry of parents interrogating their children if they blogged! Blogs become the new demon here, last month, replacing how internet chats used to be viewed.

Are bloggers only professionals? A resounding no to that. Internet has become so widely accessible, anyone can blog regardless of their profession or their wrongs. Mack points us to a blog by a former lawbreaker. Just as cautious as we were in the era of chats, it is essential to be the same as a blogger.

I once read this nicknamed blogger mentioning (sorry can’t seem to find the link) its safer to put a photo up then my name, since a name can be googled. Though this does seem logical, a picture will still limit what you want to say, though a google of your name will not lead to your blog. However someone is bound to recognise you, sooner or later.

Then of course there’s the reason why a person blogs. At first it probably is a source to vent thoughts and feelings, but soon the arrival of an audience turns us into this. A need, a want to be read. We could go on denying it, but bloggers are comment hogs, aren’t we. Its nothing, we just love interaction, creating a ruckus with mere words, attracting the reader to come back and in the process snagering a new friend.

Ps : I was discovered over the weekend. A record 8 months being undiscovered despite me blogging with my given name!

Water, water and more water

Have I ever told you how much I love the water? Living some 2 hours from the beach helps as well. It came to me as a shock when some time back a friend told me she’d never been to the beach!

Also have I told you home addicted I am to thrill rides? Roller coasters, water torpedos, just hearing these names, causes my eyes to gleam in excitement!

Heaven it was when I stepped into the Sunway Lagoon theme park last Saturday. This is a water and dry theme park. But the irony of the place is, you can get drenched at the dry park.

My friend told me she wasn’t planning to get in the water (sadly) so I left my change in the car. Little did I know the place had different ideas.

We did double takes on all rides - the crowd was just nice not too little not too many. We got on this ride called the Grand Canyon (check the last photo). Very simple thing, you sit on this float and cruise along a man made river. Now that's where the simplicity ends. The ride tumbles you up and down and drenches you each time it dips into the water. Not enough there's a few springs waiting to fall on you. We went on it 4 times, and each time I got drenched the worse. Everytime I’d change my seating but somehow the water would find me. I went on a dry park ride and got fully drenched. My friends had fun laughing at poor old soaked me!

Then after I was fully drenched, my friend decides hitting the water park would be good. Paavi!

You know how they scare the daylights of you? By releasing the hatch so you zoom down this steep water slide before you had sat down properly. Well that's what happened to my friend, she hadn't even sat down when the guy let us go. That guy was the surliest person I have ever seen working at a theme park! Of course it didn’t stop us from climbing 4 flight of stairs to swish down again another 3 times ;p

You should have seen all the cute kids we met. Mikhail and siblings from some mid east country, the kid who was more interested in the guys, while me n friend were doing clown faces to attract her, Achu from Kottayam, Kerala, the cute little mommies boy and yeah many more.

We got on this roller coaster, nothing great about it we thought, but what a thrilling ride it was. Its actually just a ride of steep points but the thing is you’re not strapped into anything so everytime you encountered such steep drops you are thrown off your seat and of course I was sitting on the last wagon so you can imagine ;p

The flume ride is the 3rd ride in a DRY park that drenches you. The best part of it was how the ride is intensified by the pitch darkness and suddenly as the log zooms down splashing you with water, you’re blinded by the rays of the sun. Three of us in the log went

errr I can’t see a thing
whei whoa wowwwwww

Wet park had another 5 and 6 floors tall rides. One swirled you in a maze and drops you into a pool while the other swishes down steep slides and then slides upwards. Awesome rides. Funny observations, 2 gals wearing skirts trying to get on said rides hummm. One guy stuck on a kiddes slide in fear of a one floor tall slide. Don’t ask, we were all wondering what he was scared off. You should see how the kids lap up to that ride. Oh yeah the first time we got doused by the water, then we realised how the kids weren’t getting doused. Then we had fun much to the chagrin of surly park attendant no2.

Its been a long time since I was there, beautiful weather, nice company, had loads of fun, alright its not Disneyland but it was fun!


PS : I have compiled the previous post together - anyone with inputs please go ahead - by the end of today i’ll come up with the finale ;p

Friday, July 01, 2005

1+1 = 3

Remember at school, someone would start a paragraph and pass it along and everyone would add their input to it? Well I remember joining one such game again on a blog few months back. This time I’ll start one here and I invite all to be as ridiculous as possible. Here’s the para

He got out of his car and looked around. He was parked next to a basketball court in the middle of a housing estate. It was 6 pm and the court was bustling with activity. He re-read the sms :

Please help me! Meet me at the Basketball court in prescient 12 at 6pm.

Alright the balls in your court now. Do as you wish and as many times. The more the merrier.

Ps : Lets stick to English on this one, I’m in the middle of 2 worlds you know ;p