OMG :)

 Being single is the most intricate thing in this world. I mean people urging you to get married and you keep on escaping from the marriage talks :)

Coming to the point… This happened for me also :)

Coming home for some festivals nowadays are meant to take rest…Yeah! Getting up late in the morning and eating mom cooked food… List goes on and on…But the real torment is people commenting on you and your activities.


Here goes my story :)

One very fine day… The day before some festival…I was at home, taken some three days leave from work :)A bit early, I woke up and the time was around 8 and some guests came to my home… The conversation starts…

X: Hey Abi…How are you?

Abi: I am fine. How are you?

X: When you came home?

Abi: OMG…Yesterday night.

X: You are looking so dull. What happened? Anything wrong?

Abi: (Even something wrong happened you are not going to help me out)

He he :)Nothing like that Aunty

X: Hmmm… How is your job?

Abi: Fine.

X: See…You are this family’s Mahalaskhmi. See tomorrow is festival and you are not dressed well…

Abi: ?!?!?!? (Though I am not against Culture or Tradition. But dressing up and sitting at home simply??) Though i was not that bad...I was wearing normal Salwar Suit.

X: What Abi?? Any problem? Any love matters? Why you are so dull.. Tell me
Abi: OMG... Save me... Nothing like that.. I am not well..
X: Tell me dear!!!

Abi: Okay Aunty. I will dress up well. Leave me now please.

After some days…Again some festival… Having a thought on mind to dress up well and sit to avoid unnecessary comments. Mom suggested me to wear Silk Saree. I was searching for my Saree in my Wardrobe and picked the one which slept there for some years.

The Saree was traditional Silk Saree from Kanchipuram Silk. I was clad with Blue and Magenta Silk Saree and Traditional Accessories.

With neat Hair Style and Jewels matching for the Traditional Costume and also the Mehandhi decorated my hands; I was sitting to welcome the so-called Guests :)

Yeah… Now you may think there is some twist…:)But unfortunately no twists.

The so-called guests arrived and one of my old Aunts started a conversation with me…

Aunty: Hi Abi :)

Abi : Aunty…Welcome… How are you?

Aunty: Hmmm Fine Sweety… Silk Saree… You are looking Gorgeous dear!!! Love you…

Abi: Thanks Aunty.
Aunty: Ok…What is the special? Any Bride groom coming to see you?
Abi: OMG… Nothing Aunty…Just wore for the festival…

Turning to my Mom…


Aunty: Hey you should see a groom for Abi
Abi: Aunty... I am just 21 completed Aunty… I am going to study…
Aunty: Enough studying… Or do you love anyone?
Abi: Auntieee… No…
Aunty: Then what? You go and see in the mirror… Today also I can call some groom family to see you… You are perfect now for the engagement…
Abi: No…No…
Aunty: See…You are not looking dull dear… You are beautiful now…You are not in your normal suits…
Abi: Oh… Is this your problem?
Aunty: No Sweety. I am asking you to tell the truth whom you loving…
Abi: God….Save me…


Conclusion:


Ennada solla vareenga???


(What are you people trying to tell?)

On The Lighter Side!!!

I was travelling to Mumbai for some years back… The running world of Mumbai was very new to me. I had an assignment for 3 months and everything seemed new to me…

With my own perception of Mumbai, that people will be different and things will go against me, I prepared myself…

Mumbai and Mumbai trains…?!?!?!?! We should need a teacher to learn how to catch it!?!?!? I stayed in a flat and used to cook myself and run for catching the trains…Huh… One fine day I was given an assignment in different place and I planned to start early…But things never gone by your side at any time…


I prepared for my breakfast and planned to eat out for lunch. Since I was rushing I planned to eat the breakfast in Train (?!?!?!)


With all struggles… I was rushing to the train with my bag in hand unzipped and lunchbox inside it. I literally fainted and the very entry into the train and the rush made my unzipped bag to throw the Lunchbox out…


“Ohhh!!! God..."
Unknowingly, Tears started to peep out…


There were school kids sitting in front of me and even my cuisine was scattered onto the kids…

Controlling my own anger for throwing my own cooked food and also for my starving stomach… I started to clean the place…


A sweet voice swiveled me to that moment…


Dhidhi!!! Kaao..!!!
(Sister…Eat)…


A little angel… Gave me her lunchbox to eat…


Heavy rains
From my Eyes… !!!

Love Never Fades..It Only Changes Its Shades...PART II

13.02.2010: Hospital

She was admitted in Hospital and I was waiting outside the Operation Theatre thinking of the names. Doctor said that in few minutes the angel would be there.

Doctor came out rushing to me and said
“The situation has gone critical and we can save only one of them, for the other it will be a risk.
Whom you want the Baby or the Mother?”


I couldn’t say a word I was in a shock and someone from either of our families or friends; I don’t know who, said “Save the baby”
The doctor started to move back to the OT when I shouted at the top of my voice “NO” and everyone there rouse to their feet, people whispering stopped their whispers, the doctor stood still
And everyone anticipated what I was going to say next and I said it, “Save her… save my LIFE… I want her; you can take a chance with the baby, but save my wife, my LOVE…”
Doctor smiled back into the room and all my dreams were shattered in a second.
I knew she will help me get over this if anything happens to the baby, but she has loved the baby more than me, who will support her. And I knew that moment, I just can break at that moment, I have to stand by my LOVE when she needs me the most.


Time stood still like a summer noon without any wind making me feel uncomfortable to even breathe.
All I had been hoping to support me. Nothing else seemed real, my world has blasted into small fragments of pain, sorrow and fear which was trying to suffocate me from all directions.
It was then I heard my angel’s cry… A cry which cleared all the grey clouds around meand joy filled in every where around me.
I cannot be happier in my life than that moment, when doctor saved my LOVE and also succeeded to save my angel.


The doctor came out after some time and handed us the baby, she was an “ANGEL”.
Hurray my wish was fulfilled, she was a daughter my Daughter was born that day and not her Son.
Everyone in the family started to compare her features with some or the other one, but I was sure of those eyes. Those small eyes, those lovely eyes were of my LOVE.
Every one held a smile as big as their heart, and then the doctor permitted me to go in and speak to my LOVE. My mom held my little ANGEL in her hands, while I walked into the OT.
I was on cloud nine; we were going to share the biggest happiness of our life ever since we met.
But I could sense lot of blood in the OT; she has lost lot of blood in the operation, all my happiness seemed to fade.
She was there on the bed, she had so many pipes and needles running in through her body, she hates and fears injection but she tolerated all this for our Angel.She held a smile that could strengthen me enough to fight the whole world with my last breath, but then I can see the pain that hid behind her smile.


She kept that smile while I was no more able to with stand the site of hers in that way; I moved close and sat beside her. I could not speak a word but yet we spoke a Million words. I could feel her pain, my body shivered for a moment and a tear rolled down my cheeks onto her hand.
Her smile changed a bit and I read her eyes, she asked me to lean forward, she took all her strength and rose a bit to kiss on my forehead.
For that one second I cursed her, cursed her like hell, why the hell does she care for me so much.
Why the hell does she care for my happiness so much?
I read her heart very well and I knew it that very moment and couldn't control myself. She has taken the decision.
Even before the doctor came to me I knew that she has asked the doctor to save the child risking her own life. She didn't even think for once what will happen to me if anything happens to her.
A Million thoughts ran through my mind, was she safe or not and when I turned to the doctor all she said was "I am sorry, it was her decision".
I will never forgive that doctor; I will never forgive you…My love life...My world… My LOVE…In that last moment my LOVE spoke to me
"Happy? You have your girl now, and you don’t worry I will always be there with you”.
I will be your daughter if not your LOVE anymore. I know you will be her friend first, a father later.
Promise me that you will take her to Music Class and teach her Guitar.
Promise me that you will be there with her all the time.
Promise me that you will allow her to dance in the Rain.
Promise me that you will Go back to India and settle there.
PROMISE ME………..
She took a lot of promises and left me for this life...

I still don’t know why I am alive
I still don’t know how I will take care of my daughter who is also my LOVE now.
My LOVE gave birth to my ANGEL at our marriage day and left me all alone in this World on the same day. It was 14.02.2010. But my LOVE is not with me any longer to celebrate our FIRST WEDDING ANNIVERSARY.


Those Secrets and Those Precious photos are with me now as “Closed Book”.


After 21 Years: 14.02.2031: India
Dad!!!What are you doing?
Yeah!!! Coming Sweetie…
See… How he is standing there and seeing me… See his Eyes Dad… Like your Sharp Eyes…I love his “Sharp Eyes”!!!

“LOVE” you didn’t leave me…No…You have been living with me and will live with me forever!!!

My daughter is going to get married in the same place where I first met my “LOVE”. The same date as of our Wedding Date and same day when my “LOVE” left me alone.
I could see only my LOVE in the form of my daughter. She is the precise replica of my “LOVE”. She is tall with small eyes and cute smile. A daring girl and too sensitive like my “LOVE”.
She is my LOVE and LIFE now....

“When Life takes a complete U turn.

When life goes upside down…
When u are all alone in the middle of nowhere…
Its then U find that, there is someone whom you loved more than anyone else in this World…Loved you more than you in this world and will Love you forever”!!!


True Love…never Leaves you Alone…never Dies…never Fades…It only changes its Shapes… its Shades…

Love Never Fades...It Only Changes Its Shades...PART I

I still remember the day…When I first met her…Well…Not an actual meeting.

I saw her in my friend’s marriage in India. She was bride groom’s friend. I was Multi Millionaire and I always wanted to live a simple life. I owned a company then.


She was like a breeze…Her chirpiness made me to fall in love with her for the first sight. She made some magic inside me. With no effort, I became her friend…
A friend, without revealing my name and not even my face...Thanks to today’s Technology.
Her Visit to my place:

She was in her Indian garb… She was daring enough to do anything…
Yeah!!! She came to my place in UK for giving Managerial Seminar. Fortunately that was My Company where she came for the Conference…
Again the same saccharine feel… The same first feel was performing some songs inside me.
She loved her profession… A voracious Management Guru conversed with me like a gale and never minded that I was the Chairman of the Company.


Oh!!Let me tell you about her...


She is the beauty with brains. Tall and can only find smiles in her charming face with cute small Eyes. Her soothing voice and the way she carried herself really awestricken me. She loves India more than she loves her Mother…A daring beauty always preferred wearing Indian Attires and never minded where she travels. The warmth she had, made everyone to talk to her. Where ever she goes, she will find some acquaintance there.

Yeah!!She was in my Company and gave all the Managerial Talks. Hmmm…I could remember this very well...When she first spoke to me without knowing that I was her online friend, a friend whom she loved so much…

I too attended the Managerial Conference. I interrupted the Conference by so many ways to gain her attention and she told that she doesn’t like any interruptions and that made me to come out of the Session. I was stunned seeing her audacious approach though I was the Chairman of the Company and that vista made my LOVE stronger.


We were good friends and used to chat online for hours together. But I never revealed my name and my details and my poor sweet heart didn’t know anything about my Company...Her meeting with me…UK trip...She believed I was someone…Though she believed that she has not seen me… Her friendship towards me was so “PURE”… She used to tell me all the happenings around there in India and her trip to many places and her Managerial Conferences. She had colossal friends...Not friends…Actually her devotees, I could say!!! Her pure love made me also her Devotee!!!


Telling my LOVE towards her to my parents was not that difficult. They even were eager to see her… Yeah!!! We planned to come to India...


The Great India:
I used to roam around her places to see her without intimating her anything and my SLR clicked her all the Time. She had the vibrancy all the time.


I had the photos of her…
The cute anger over me in my own Company in UK…
The dance in the rain…
The prayer when some ambulance crosses her…
Her running travel…
Her traditional costume…
Her talks with diverse people…
Her travel over many places in the World…
Her sweet cry when someone falls ill…
Her sensitive nature...
I had planned to gift her photos on a special occasion …


One very fine day in India…
I went to her home with my Parents…
The first meeting of ours knowingly at her home was an “EPIC”…
She was gorgeous and with simple costume… Combing her hair outside of her home… Yeah…I loved her hair…Very long hair and very silky too…

She was cool and asked us whom we want to meet… I was so poor and I was again awestricken by her cute small eyes and her mesmerizing voice..My mom kicked on the conversation and told she wanted to talk to her parents…
Even her parents were perplexed and my mom was elucidating her about my LOVE towards her. She was shocked and told in a strict way that she don’t believe in all movie kind of love.


As days passed…
My very Indian culture made her parents too like me… But I was a Millionaire and that made them to think… It was not that much easy to talk to her…Such an adamant person ever seen in my life…Though she has so many devotees… See never preferred love marriages… and even love stories!!!


“This is not movie and you are not Hero!!!”
“I hate love stories!!!”
“Yeah! But you are my Heroine in my Love Story!!!”


I never forced her to love me or marry me… I was even rougher than before and never begged her for anything… This very own nature of mine made her to mull over me and yeah… LOVE blossomed in her too…

My Online Avatar:
She: Hi!! You know what? That idiotic “LOVE” blossomed in me too
Online Avatar: Oh? Who is the unlucky fellow? That foreign fellow??
She:  Yeah!!! I want you to meet him. He is in India only.
Online Avatar: (Laughing inside) All the best

14.02.2009:
Marriage was at the same place, where we both first met each other. A very traditional Indian Marriage not Marriage… A Festival indeed…
She came with me leaving her parents in India. I could even remember her sober, like a baby in the Airport.

In UK:
Her first Looking out of the glassed window. The whole earth was clad with white innocent snow. The snow resembled the smile of a small kid with an innocent smile, touched her soul and made her feel like going out and dance.


She is Mine…only Mine…I loved her the way she is. I have seen the world in her face; I have seen her smile in her dreams and loved her even more every day.
Sometimes I see wrinkles on her forehead, I know she is tensed in her dreams and I would just shake her a bit to shatter such a dream which disturbs her peaceful night. She cooks and the very aroma can tempt to taste it. I die for her cooking. She weeps for small things and that makes me so happy and that give me a chance to placate her.
She always wanted me to learn Music and Guitar. But I never revealed her that I was a musician and Guitarist. I planned to reveal the truth on our Anniversary that I was the guy whom she thinks her friend and all my drama made to woo her.
She loves me more than I love her. She loves my Big Eyes and also my Sharp Voice.
She wanted me to be happy always and acts that my love towards her is more and would say “Before your love…My love is nothing!!!”
We were waiting for the new angel in our family. She wanted a boy like me and same I wanted a girl like her. We planned the names too.

Luck matters ;-)

I have read this sometime in Reader's Digest

With a pile of 300 resumes on his desk and a need to pick someone quickly, my boss told me to make calls on the bottom 50 and toss the rest. "Throw away 250 resumes?" I asked, shocked.

"What if the best candidates are in there?"

"You have a point," he said. "But then again, I don't need people with bad luck here."

Raam and THE RAMAYANA and...THE RIVETING EYES!!!

Jai Sri Raam!!!

Ramayana!!! I am not going to narrate any saga here nor the Ramayana. It is all about the "HERO RAAM" . I have grown hearing all the stories of Ramayana and RAAM has been my Hero all the time. In fact, I used to watch Ramayana all because of Lord Rama and RAAM is always close to my heart.

Ok.. I can hear from you..I am not going to bore you more. Lemme come to the point. The power of Lord Rama is,HIS eyes. Recently I have come across the Ramayana by NDTV. Yes, I started watching it and yeah it is all for "THE HERO RAAM"

I used to watch Ramayan only for THE HERO and recently i came across a serial in Star One. Since i abhor watching serials, I bypassed the channel. One very fine day my friend asked me to watch the serial without telling me the reason. The great serial hater, started watching the Serial "Geet hui sabse parayi",Star One,9.30PM. The reason remained the same. All i can observe was the HERO's Eyes which rang a bell on me that I have seen him somewhere before.

Two months later...

Hey He is....He is "MY RAM"... Aah..Raam...Raam!!!!!!!

I screamed from the room and all people glimpsed the scenario since it was 10PM.

$!#&*%%^#@$%^(*&($%%-----> from everyone!!! :)

Since "THE HERO" was totally in different garb and it was all his Revitalizing EYES made me to identify him.

My Mantra always is "Raamaaaa" and at this jiffy..if i close and utter Raaamaa..

Yes..You are Right! I can envisage only HERO..Nah..Nah..  "MY RAAM"!!!

Jai Sri Raam!!! 

NAMMA Chennai!!!

Well.. I am writing this after hearing from many people..

It is all about Chennai :)

Why Chennai?????? !!!!!!!!!????????????

Cool Down.. :) I will tell you the reason behind that.

To all who are not aware of Chennai:

Hottest place. Lol(Temperature would be really above 33`C) and only one season all over the year and that is SUMMER :) Yeah i can hear you..Now it rains in Chennai. You can see the rainfall and the climate would be awesome. But the very day after that you can see the real,original,true colour of Chennai..Yeah,It will be too hot :(

You can hear this from our North Indian friends:

No Paraatha..No one speaks Hindi much here..Need to learn Tamil which is the toughest task and it will take Kashmir to Kanyakumari to finish one sentence in Tamil (Can try now also..Ex:Ingendhu irangi auto pudichi apurama station la irangi..andha track cross panni..trainla eri Nungambakkam poganum):)

You can hear this from Bangalore people:

Hey it is too hot yaar!!! How you are bearing it? Our climate in Bangalore na..It goes on..and on...

I have such experience with different kinds of people who lived (I really mean it!) and left Chennai:(

One of my friend from Indore,Madhya Pradesh came to Chennai and worked with me for  months. For her it is the first visit to Chennai. May be she would have come to visit some toursit places but would not have stayed.

Her first reaction: Hey how you people eat the same rice?? That too the same dry rice(Variety Rices)!!!?(Haree Yaar! Rice is the primay crop in South India..like Wheat in North India). Hey how do you twist your tongue??(Oh No..Tami is very difficult)

As days moved..

That same friend of mine..

Friend:Hey what is the dish name??

Me:It is Lemon Rice

Friend: No, I am asking in Tamil

Me: OMG :) It is Elumichapazham Saadham

Friend:?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Me:Come on. It is Elu-micha-pa-zham Saa-Dh-am

Friend: Okies, I will add into my learning note(Tamizh Learning Note)

One Day..

Hey Abi!! Apdi irk?(How are you?)

Me:?!?!?!?!?!

Friend:Hey How are you?

Me: OMG. Hmmm Good.

Friend:Hey Idicha Sattham

Me:?!?!?!?!?!

Friend: You told right? That day for lemon rice??

Me:Yup.That is Elu-micha-pa-zham Saa-Dh-am...not Idicha Sattham(Meaning: Production of sound after hitting with something!?!?!?!?! lol)

As days passed by..

Many people left Chennai..Even my friend too :(

She called me..All i can hear from her is..

 

Hey Abi!!! You know what?? I LOVE CHENNAI :) I am MISSING CHENNAI now :(

Another friend of mine,She is going to get married and She is from Bangalore...

Hey Abi!!! You know if my fiance agrees and if he gets job here, I will stay in Chennai. You know?!?! I love Chennai :) I can adjust with this climate too.

They would have really stayed only for few days. But they really lived(I mean it!!). Though Chennai as everyone say, is neither too cool nor too beautiful place, but it will be really the UNFORGETTABLE place in your heart :)

Chennai is like "MOTHER".

You fight with her..

You scold her..

At times, You dislike her..

But..

You cannot "HATE HER!!!"

The feel that Chennai gives.. Cannot be expressed in words..You may wonder what made eveyone to feel. Even i wondered..That is Chennai :)

Come and Drench in the feel of NAMMA CHENNAI !!!(OUR CHENNAI)..That will linger till your LAST BREATH :)

IT Life...Even after Work.. :)

Quite funny !!!!

These are real life anecdotes shared by IT workers.

Bhavik

I once left home to go to the market wearing my Infosys ID card and did not realize till my friend asked me why I was wearing it !!!!

Bhabani

Once I was flashing my ID card instead of unlocking the house door with keys.

 Ashok

Few days back I slept at 12:00 in the night and woke up in the morning at 7:00 and suddenly thought that I haven't completed 8 hours and laughed at myself when I realized that I am at home.

Jyotsna

Just after our training completion in Mysore and posting to Pune,me and my friends went out for dinner in one of the best restaurants.

And as I finished.. I started walking towards the wash basin with Plates in my hand.

Abhijeet

Once I was on call with my father and mom was not around.I went on to ask, "Why is she not attending the status call?"

 Anup


I don't login to orkut, yahoo, gmail, youtube, etc.. at my personal internet connection at home,thinking it will be blocked any way.


Till I realize - I am at home.

Rohit


Yeah sometimes it do happens with me also.

Keeping hands in front of tap for waiting water to drop by itself is very frequent with me.


I just forget that we have to turn on and off the tap....

 Nidhi


Once after talking to one of my friends ..I ended the conversation saying,


" Ok bye...in case of any issues will call u back"

Nisha

Sometimes when I mistakenly delete a message from my mobile, I hope for a second, maybe it’s in the recycle bin

Priya


I gave my office mail id and password to access Gmail and wondered when they became invalid???

Sandeep


Once I went to a pharmacy n asked for a tab..pharmacist asked whether I want 250mg or 500mg.I replied 256mg....thank god he didn't notice.


Ashwin


Me getting a thought of doing an Alt+Tab while switching


from a news channel to the DVD while watching TV.

Vidyarthi


And I - after a forty hour marathon in Bhubaneshwar with Powerbuilder,decided to take a break and went to a movie. In the middle of the movie,

When I wanted to check the time, I kept repeatedly glancing at the bottom right corner of the theatre screen!

Pay Attention At Timess Atleast :)

Americaaa Maaplaiss :)

I read this somewhere..Thought to share..Do read it fully..


At the end of twelfth standard, you are forced to take the supposedly most important decision of your life, ie, your career path.Its not a very difficult decision to make,for two kinds of people-those who are clear in what they want, and those who have no idea about what they want. The former choose their path and be happy, while the latter either go with the flow or let their parents decide. This story is about the remaining majority, who fall in a separate, indefinable category.

Somehow, most of the students in this group end up in engineering colleges, especially the B grade ones. Your life takes a total U-turn when you end up in one of those hostels.You definitely feel homesick initially, but with time your life is filled with Independence, new friends, fun and what not (though you got to adjust with the so called food provided in mess).College life is divided into two : the real college life, and the hostel life. While the former is filled with sleep inducing lectures by highly irritating lecturers, the latter is filled with unlimited fun with friends amidst yucky food.


The first two years pass by and before you realise,the fun you have in hostel slowly but surely rubs over to classes as well.You are usually one among the last benchers and are a nightmare for the staff.Gradually,you get so attached to your friends that the weekends where you usually went home to visit parents arep by trips to every place in and around the state.Exam times are filled with sleepless nights of preparation and bit preparation.Your parents dont understand what a CGPA means and how it is calculated (how will they, when you yourself dont?),and assume that their son is doing well in college. You, in the meantime,huff and puff to be a 7 pointer (decent enough).


Third year comes, and every staff you meet reminds you about the placements at the end of the year and threaten you if you dont behave. Friends around you become a little bit more serious in life for sake of placements. Placement season starts and you end up in one of the IT majors in India

But its at the beginning on final year where life takes a real U turn.History repeats itself and you find yourself at the same state you were in before joining college - You again dont know what to do in life. Again, the smart ones who know what to do work towards that, and those who have no idea dont give a damn. For you though, its decision time. You weigh your options.

Option 1: CAT - ruled out.Reason :too tough and too ambitious.(As goundamani says in one of his movies:'idhu Raja Anna Malai puram(read as IIM in our context) poradhukku moonji alla, Kannamaapettai pora moonji dhaan idhu').

Option 2:GATE-ruled out. Reason:Requires work experience and too difficult.


Option 3:Join the company you got placed in - keep as back up.


Option 4:IAS-ruled out. reason :Again, Raja anna malai puram.


Option 4: GRE.


GRE..MS..US..sounds perfect! The US of A! All of a sudden, you feel a burning desire to do something worthwhile and end up in the states. You know seniors who you thought will never make it in life currently doing MS in the states.Seniors who never thought beyond local tasmacs posing in the hi fi pubs and clubs in US.You get to hear the (mis)adventures of the guys there.Girls, pubs ,clubs etc etc..everything is easily accessible!And you end up with an MS degree too! The whole idea seems great.A not so tough exam and you are in one THE most happening places in the world.USA..USA says your heart and you collect information about the process to end up in US.


Finally you too have an ambition in life and decide to give your best.With full enthusiasm, you buy the most important book in your life- the Barron's GRE.You sneek it past your hostel-mates (who would go shouting across the hostel corridor 'machaaaaaaaan ivan GRE elaam padikaraaan daaaaaaaaaaaaa' if they get to know) and enter your room and open the book. A cursory glance through the book and you can feel your desire and ambition falling down from Dodda betta to Coimbatore. 3600 words, for a guy who doesn't read the papers and doesn't read novels! W T F?! How on earth is it possible, says your mind.Don't give up, says your heart.You decide to give your heart and soul to GRE preparations.Almost every free time you have is dedicated to the never ending word lists 10 Words at a time becomes one page at a time which leads to one word list at a time.The journey from Abase to Zephyr is like a train journey from Beach to Chengalpet; its long, never ending,sleep inducing and highly irritating.There are many stages where you sit and wonder if its worth all the trouble.You imagine yourself as a software engineer in a year's time.

'aah..software engineer..i'l have all that i want.. money,respect,friends,parties etc ..one year la bike vaangi, oora suthi, weekends movie paathu, 3 years la car vaangi, oru veedu vaangi, veetla paakkara ponna kalyanam panni jammunu settle aaidalaam..adha vittutu GRE,TOEFL,VISA,MS,US,Assignments,Research,Funding,RA,TA etc...idhelaam unakku thevaya??', says your mind.

But all you have to do is imagine yourself with a Black chick on one side and a white on the other to get that driving force to get back to barrons.You fix dates for mock tests and model exams instead of fixing dates with girls.


"Machi ivan overaa poraan.. ivana inime engayum koopdaadha..ooty dhaan vara maatengaraan ok..but oru movie kooda varala nu solraan? romba over..adhaan place aagitta la..aprom enna?..America pora moonji a paaru".You learn to ignore such encouraging words from friends.


You even carry your barrons to your hometown and go to your terrace to study.You see an LKG kid, your neighbour, with a book in hand.


"What are you reading kanna?", you ask.


"English uncle.A for apple , B for ball,C for cat", says the kid.You dont even feel bad that the kid called you an uncle. You look at your book which reads :


abase v.: To lower in position, estimation, or the like; degrade.


abbess n.: The lady superior of a nunnery.


abbey n.: The group of buildings which collectively form the dwelling-place of a society of monks or nuns.


You dont know whether to laugh or cry.You force yourself to overcome all this.So much for USA!


D day arrives.The exam starts off with the essay section where you are asked to write about your favourite place in the world.'AAH..perrrrrfect start to the exam', you think, and start crapping all you know about New York and USA until the system itself throws a warning asking you to STFU and proceed with the next question.You are over the moon when you see a 1300+ score on your screen!


Friends : "Congrats machi..inime namba oor suthalaam!".


You : "No da.. TOEFL irukku padikkanum".


Friends : "Podaaangu #%^$%$%&$&^&*^%&&&&&&&&&&%@#^@^%&%^@%&^&^@&^%&^%&^"


The whole routine starts again.TOEFL TOEFL says your heart. A comparitively easier exam, though the longest and most irritating one you've ever faced.


Results come out and you get a decent score.Second hurdle crossed!


Friends : "enna machi..atleast now will you be back to normal senses?".


You :"No da..SOP ezhudhanum".


Friends :"Podaaangu #%^$%$%&$&^&*^%&&&&&&&&&&%@#^@^%&%^@%&^&^@&^%&^%&^"


Third stage.SOP.Statement of Purpose.You browse the internet and get to know that SOPs


1.Should be original.


2.should not be an autobiography


3.Should say about your projects


4.should say why you want to join the university and why the course.


etc..


You say to yourself. "wtf purpose? USA is the purpose!". But sadly, you cant put it that way and you end up spending the next few weeks drafting your SOP.


Friends : "enna machi..atleast now will you be back to normal senses?".


You :"No da..Recommendation letter vaanganum".


Friends :"Podaaangu #%^$%$%&$&^&*^%&&&&&&&&&&%@#^@^%&%^@%&^&^@&^%&^%&^"


You run behind the very staff you sat at last row and kalaaichufied 2 years back.Its pay-back time for them. The very idea of you going to US makes them go 'rotfllmao'.One of them sweetly says "dont worry child, i'l give you a good reco. After all, India needs real independence na??".You smile sheepishly and manage to get decent recommendation letters.


All set.You decide on 5 universities, and send in your applications.Finally you are free. an entire semester dedicated to preparations for US.So much effort.SO many sacrifices.So many insults.So much at stake.The semester holidays are over and your final year 'project' starts.You are more worried about your US applications though.


one by one, the results come.


Reject.Reject.Reject.Reject.


Your hopes come down CRASHING!Friends, parents and everyone you see console you and ask you to keep hopes alive.You suddenly find yourself visiting temples. So much for an admit, eh?


"Machi..got to know that the results are out da..check yours..will pray for your admit", says a friend.


You rush to the internet center.Nervous,excited and desire. You pray to the allmighty and login to your mailbox.


2 unread messages.


1st one from your classmate in college:


From :Kaandhaari


SUbj :Marriage invitation


You decide to open it later and see the 2nd one.The most important mail of your life.


From : State University of New York


Subj :regarding MS program


You close your eyes and you click on it.


"Dear *******,


Thank you for your interest in the MS program of the Department of Computer Science and Engineering at the State University of New York at Buffalo. We received over 1000 applications to this program, and many deserving students could not be admitted due to limitations of class size. We sincerely regret our inability to offer you admission to our MS program at Buffalo."

You read it again as tears roll down your cheeks.Silence, shock and depression.


"Why the hell did i even have an ambition? i was happier without it!"


Your friends help you come back to senses.Thank god for creating friends.


Then you remember the 1st mail from Kaandhari.


You open it with a blank mind and read the content :


"
Hi all,


I'm getting married to Raman on 5th august this year in ABC kalyana mahal at Tirupur.I will be settling down in New York, USA with my husband after completing my 3 arrears : ).Please find attached the marriage invitation and do attend the wedding.


Thanks,


Kaandhari


"
So easy isn't it? 'If only i was a girl'.Completely outraged, you do the only thing you can. Login to Facebook and update your status




"DAMN YOU - AMERICA MAAPPILAIS"!!