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These days every morning I check up the Ananya's blog as she has the habit of writing everyday. I am really happy to promote her blogs because I always wanted her to blog as she has the ability to tell things intrestingy rather than intresting things. I can write (hopefully) interesting things but in a not so interesting manner. Everyday when she feels excited about her blogs attracting more number of visitors, I can sense her happiness as I felt the same few years back. When comparing with my initial days of blogging I feel Ananya is more confident and has the command over the language than what I had then. Also she had started blogging in Tamil from day one, which had advantages for her, whereas I took close to 3 years to start blogging in Tamil because of technicalities involved. Everybody can feel that their expression in their mother tongue is always better than that done in other languages. And.... I happened to react differently to same situation last week.

This Deepavali happened to be a memorable one, not just because it is my first Deepavali after the marriage, but I had some good news pouring in. Also I had received calls from all the people who matters me a lot. Whether it were my nieces Meera, Indhu / Madhu or my most favourite kid friends Viggi & Vini, Thiru from Dubai and ofcourse my sweet darling Vijay (Australia), even those few minutes of talking to them on the Deepavali day made the festival still more special. I just want to extend my arms and say this in front of the whole world to them - "I Love You All... A Lot". And by the mid of the day I received the best news - Girish's marriage invitation via phone. I have been longing & praying a lot that he should get married soon and the moment he said that he is gonna get married with Kavya on coming Nov 5th, my day is made. I just wish Girish a Happy Marriage Life because as a calm & artistically inclined talented guy he deserves it much. He is a good Guitar player and I hope Kavya gets to be wooed by him with Girish playing the guitar.... How romantic!!! In the same vein, I wanted to share the comments from my friends about my previous article - பிறந்தநாள் வாழ்த்து.

My heartiest Deepavali wishes to all of you friends... More than religious reasons, Deepavali is the motif of the eventual triumph of the truth over the evil, with the lamps symbolising spreading the happiness in life. Have a colourful, less noisy, nice & safe Deepavali!!!

Love,

Maheshwaran, Akila & our parents

இன்று எனக்கு பிடித்த நண்பன் ஒருவனுக்கு பிறந்த நாள். அவனுக்கு என்னுடைய மனமார்ந்த வாழ்த்துக்கள். இதை அவனிடம் நேரிடையாக சொல்லிக்கலாமே, எதுக்கு இப்படி ஒரு பதிவில் போடுறீங்கன்னு நீங்க கேட்குறது எனக்கு கேட்குது. நான் இப்போது அந்த நண்பனுடனான உறவு இப்போது பேசும் நிலையில் இல்லை. ஒரு காலத்தில் நான் என் ஆயுள் முழுவதும் எனது கூடவே அந்த நண்பனும் வரவேண்டும் என்று மிகவும் ஆசைப்பட்டேன். எனது 'Thin Red Line between Love & Hate' என்கிற பதிவில் எங்களுடைய பழைய பதிவில் எழுதியிருந்தேன். அதில் சொன்னது போல ‘திரும்பி செலுத்தப்படாத’ அன்பு வெறுப்பாக மாறி, அந்த கோபத்தில் அவனை எப்படி எல்லாம் அணு அணுவாக பழிவாங்கவேண்டும் என்று கங்கணம் கட்டிக்கொண்டு அலைந்த நிமிடங்கள் பல. கல்லூரி முடிந்த பிறகு சில நள்ளிரவுகளில் அவனுக்கு Blank Calls கொடுத்தும், ஒரு முறை எனது cousin-இடம் சொல்லி அந்த நண்பனையும், எங்கள் குறுக்கே வந்ததாக நினைத்த நண்பனையும் அடிக்க முடியுமா என்று கூட முயன்றிருக்கிறேன். கடவுள் கருணையில் எனது மனக்கோட்டை எதுவும் நிறைவேறவில்லை. ஒரு கால வைத்தியன் குணப்படுத்த முடியாத மனக்காயங்கள் என்று எதுவும் இல்லை. காலப்போக்கில் கோபங்கள் எல்லாம் அடங்கி, ஒரு நாள் நான் உண்மையிலேயே எனது நண்பனை உண்மையாக நேசித்து இருந்திருக்கிறேனா என்று ஆராய்ந்தபோது, அன்பு வன்முறைக்கு போகாது என்று உணர்ந்தபோது மனதளவில் வெட்கப்பட்டு, 7 வருடங்களுக்கு பிறகு எனது தொந்தரவுகளுக்கு எல்லாம் மன்னிப்பு கேட்டபோது கொஞ்சம் நிம்மதி ஏற்பட்டது. இவன் மட்டும் அல்ல.. இன்னொரு பெண்ணும் என் கோபப் பட்டியலில் இருந்தாள்.

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It is really embarassing to write such posts, but the increasing indifferent attitude of people and the courtesy (lack of it) towards other human beings in the common amneties, make me write so. I really doesn't enjoy such cribbing posts, but somebody has to raise the voice. When these guys use the restroom, they don't bother to either lift the seat cover of the lavotary seat or wash it by spraying / using the water pipe, so that the next person as a courtesy. When the next person goes in, he is greeted by the soiled lavatory seat that irritates / infects his ass. Same goes for people who don't know which button to push for the elevator. If you press the upward button, the elevator will pick you during upward journey and down arrow for down journey. But many guys (that too educated) press the up arrow button "to invite" the lift from down floor and they want to travel down from that. This causes inconvenience for people when the elevator makes un-necessary stops. From the outside it may even make us laugh that a hill is being made out of the mole hill.

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Of late I am getting attracted towards the Kannada language. Even though I had an affinity for that language when I was in my school, somewhere I got an aversion towards the Kannada language and the state as well, majorly due to the hatred imbibed by the state's hard stand in the Cauvery issue. However over the years I realised that it was all because of the politicians and had nothing to do with the language or people as such. I visited Bangalore few times previously and started getting accustomed to the cosmopolitan culture of the city. Since I once tried to learn Telugu, I learnt those alphabets, and Kannada scriptures are very similar to Telugu, I can manage to make out in the city buses. Still I didn't get any "inspiration" to learn that language. But recently I saw "Milana" just for Parvathy and was looking forward to see her next movie "Mazhe Baraali Manju Iraali". Once I started hearing those songs and watched the subtitled version of Milana, I was able to pick up some new words. I learnt Malayalam this way only, so let me take the known route. I am listening to Kannada songs by Illayaraja with a vengence, learning the alphabets using 30 days book and drawing references from common words with Tamil. So for me Parvathy is to Kannada what Manju Warrier was for Malayalam. (In past I took an interest in Malayalam language only after I started watching Manju Warrier in Asianet). Hope I can get a good feel & command over the kannada language before the end of this year.- {oshits}

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I don't mind returning calls which I was unable to take up, but I really hate returning the missed calls given by some people intentionally. That very display of "X number of missed calls" grates my nerves. This can be further drilled down to whom and why. Only person I don't mind "accepting" the missed calls is from my niece Meera. She is still in her school and is dependent on her parents for the her mobile bills. Even then sometimes she calls me, I expect the ring to die in 2-3 seconds so that I can call her back, but she insists me on taking that call. Else she communicates me via SMS not expecting me to call her. But I have few friends who are well earning, still give missed calls and signalling me to call back. More than the 'call cost' involved, I hate the very attitude of 'making the receiver pay' behind these calls. Worse is when I get missed calls from unknown numbers. A kinda curiousity creeps in whether this will be somebody who wants to reach me.. like courier boy or delivery boy, but many times it turns out to be somebody who dialled my number inadvertently.

Whenever I say to my family that I have got a new friend in my life, nobody takes them seriously and all I get is a smirk... a mocking smirk. Ask Anis.. he'll give a big laugh. That eventually means "So is this the new flavour of the season ..?". Admitted that I haven't got any friend who was with me since my "chaddi" days... but I always acknowledge the people who walked into and away from my life, how much they had left an indelible mark, contributing some permanent changes in my personality. Most of the school & college friends have moved to different parts of the world, and it is natural for me to know, understand and get closer to people who are in physical proximity. But the friendships / relationships that survive the distance still continues even though the numbers are very meagre, still I don't complain. Because as far as friends concerned, the lesser is the merrier for me - I can give enough & complete attention to them. C'mon, somebody please take me & my friends seriously... Ha! Ha! Ha! There are other factors also.

This post is about two blogsites I came across recently and I am amazed about them. One is called "Sayagi Speaketh " (http://sayagispeaketh.blogspot.com) from Bala, my brother-in-law, as a mouth piece for my new born niece Dhanya Sayaki. He is trying to document her life on web right from the moment she was born but what is intresting is that how he manages to put himself in the newborn's shoes and think from her persprective. Till now there are just 3 posts but each outdoes itself. Simply stunning!!! Another one is from a fellow blogger named Annamalai. His blogs surprisingly seems to be the extension of my thoughts.. may be the small town sensibilities go together. His blog is named after his native called "Manipuram " (http://manipuram.blogspot.com). The more I read his blogs, more I feel familiar about him. There is a certain neutralness & earthiness in his words and a simplicity in his thoughts that makes the readers think and feel for themselves. I got in touch with Annamalai, planning to meet by this weekend and just hoping that it should turn to be a memorable journey. Till then when time permits, just take a peek on these blogs... you'll definitely agree with me- {oshits} readers for this

Dubai AirportIt is a strange feeling while I am typing this blog flying 35000 feet above the sea level in an Indian Airlines flight. It is a welcome relief travel, much relieved than my previous travels of the annual vacations, and feeling great to be back at home with my family. While approving this ticket my Account manager asked me whether I wanted to postpone this ticket to some other flight at the later part of the same day, but I was thinking like "Even if I have to travel in standing, I want to travel by this time itself" and thankfully he approved it to my convenience. Leaving Dubai was a bittersweet feeling because I am hurt that I couldn't spend much time with my cousin and friends. However best part of the whatever little interactions we had was - that against my fears / apprehensions, the spouses of my cousin and friend bonded seamlessly with me... got two more sisters for myself as extended family. Travelling in Indian Airlines was not that bad as people made it out, but one thing I wished was - The airhostess' should have played their age gracefully, else it was scary to look at their heavily done faces in their early 40s. To kill the time, I am going through the random chat transcripts of mine with Vijay, which are so intimate & lively also lovely, putting many smiles in my face and I acknowledge that this relationship had cushioned me a lot against the on-site pressure. God is always nice to me that he introduces new people in my life at various stages of my life and everybody had helped me in many ways. Thank you Kadavule..... End of Dubai Diary posts!!!! {oshits} reads.