Friday 23 December 2016

Happy memories and celebrations!

As we are at the end of the year, its the duty of every writer to thank everyone.
Memories and other things
No matter what we did or didn’t, we create some memories to get stored in our secondary memory and some in our primary memory every year. In case, you did not get whats the difference between these two memories, secondary memories are like hard disks. They store data forever unconsciously and cause so much problem in forgetting certain things by showing them in dreams. If you are lucky, it will be a good thing and you won’t complain a lot regarding that, at the end of the year. Most people are not that lucky and thanks to the speed of the technology that connects us to everyone and the big data analytics behind all the social media sites, that makes us so much depressed about what we should have done to ourselves and to the people we love, more than what good we have done this year.
Memories!
Memories!
And to our disappointment, the primary memory, like the RAM of the PC, stores only what happens that moment and “that moment” is the one we would have enjoyed the most.
So, this year, you can ask me what has stayed in my primary and secondary memory. May be, you are not asking and I am just assuming that, because I am just a random stranger and why would you have to worry about my memory anyways. Still, I will tell you. Because, I like talking to people like this. Never seeing their face and still talking like they are listening. Physics is nothing without assumptions and so does my life and yours too if you are an introvert. Again, if you want to know what does that introvert word means, you can always go and search google. I am not letting you get away taking nothing from this article about my life.
Training and my bench days!
Well, I had so much good things happening this year. One of that is my training and bench (where we are not given even a bench to sit upon) , which got extended because of the flood last year, 2015, in Chennai. I was happily reading and executing test cases manually and writing  my blog as far as I can. And there were these batch mates, 23 of them, who became so close in a short period of time and I don’t think that would be the same next year, except for few or two. I have read somewhere that you meet a lot of temporary people between 20 to 30. And this remains true with these people. While I really admire few people for their straight forward nature, few for their talent and few for their care towards me and my life, I am missing them all now. The few days where everyone remains good to you, and then suddenly few people show their face at some point, hurts you a lot, but then you have to learn life that way. Life is not full of what you wish you want it to be. The fun part of this training and bench period will remain forever in my life as it never happened before and I hope/I am sure it will never happen again. Thanks to these people for making my 2016 beautiful with so much fun and weekly trips. I lived my unlived college days with these people in a short span.
My job and other stuffs!
I don’t really enjoy my testing life, as I love it here in blogs. It’s boring and repetitive at some point. And the down times in the application and the testing environment I test, makes it tough for me to love it any further. But, I love the time it gives for myself to figure out my life and making me economically independent.
My job! My pride!

I also like to carry on with testing boredom, coz, I like the people I work under. When your bosses are good and understanding and believe that you can do things, you can work for them. And even better, when they like your blog and spend some time to read that between their burdened schedule. Thanks to my job for providing me food and independence, that every girl of this century needs and thanks to the people above me, who encourage and believe me beyond what I think I am capable of.
My marriage and my family!
Okay! The best of all things that happened to me this year is my marriage. I did not make it easy for anyone in my family, when it was planned. I was the toughest person I know, asking (nagging would be the right word) my mom, dad and my ‘younger’ sister, why should I marry? There were many reasons why I married this year, which is/was considered so early by many people and even by me at some point. But, to my surprise, I now feel that it is one of the right decisions, I have ever taken in my life. I need a lot of support in every walk of life and I am sure I am getting it from two families now. When I said yes to my husband on the day we met, I was not serious about life and the next thing I got into my mind was, where to go next week with my friends.
                    My marriage!

But, now, I am planning my life with so much accuracy and he is there behind my every efforts, to make sure I am safe in my path, loving me beyond my imperfections and correcting me whenever I make a mistake. I am closer to my dream of becoming a writer than the previous year, and I would have not thought of this step, if he had never come into my life. Thanks to my mom, dad, my sister and every person, who broke their nerves to make this marriage happen and thanks to Praveen, my hubby, for coming in to my life and his family for taking care of me like their own child.
This year is one of the best years of my life.
Thanks to every one of my readers, in case you are reading till this line. Without you, I am just a black and white impression.
This time, I am making sure that all these things are going to my secondary memory, so I can throw away those ghosts in my dream from the previous year. Wishing you all a merry Christmas and a happy new year!

Wednesday 14 December 2016

Finding. Mr Right

I should say, I am happily married to a guy, I would have never met, if hadn't my mother set it up for me. Yes, it's an arranged marriage.
I would like to share with you the way I met him, for the first time in my life. Well, I have never met anyone in such a situation. May be, god wanted to keep it special for me or may be he wanted to indicate that, "Hey! My baby girl, you are already caught!" Am I confusing you? Just read the below paragraph and you will know why!πŸ˜‚
It was a Monday. Oh! I remember the date too, because I cross checked in Facebook to mention it here! 28th February, 2016. That was the day, which was destained to change my life forever! For many people, arranged marriages are just so stupid or boring because, you hold no control over things happening around you. But for me it's one of the craziest ideas a man/woman can try in their life and here I am writing about my first encounter with the man I love the most equally to my father. I promise it will be no less than the love at first sight incident.
I was in Chennai, when I got the news that I am going to see someone for marriage! Okay! I thought to myself! No problem! I can go meet and reject him. Because, I was of the idea that I will meet my Mr. Right one day and it should not be something pre arranged! But God had other ideas πŸ˜‰! I went from Chennai for the expedition with all my courage and intense feeling that it will all be fine! I should admit, I have seen him in pics that was sent to my father's mail Id for the proposal. I liked him. But, looks are deceptive. Especially in photos, you can make anything from anything these days. So, I had to confirm that the face in the photographs and the real face matches. I had a lot in my mind. And when I went into the bathroom for a home facial 2 hours before his arrival, I didn't notice the door knob that got stuck. I was so busy after all to make my skin glow 😜! When I tried to open the door, it wouldn't budge to open! The red door, laughed at me. With all my strength, I tried to remove the lock. But the lock was too hard on me that day. I found out that I was stuck. Inside the bath room! I had only 1 hour before the arrival of my guests, and the idea of saying "Hey! Hi", from the bathroom sickened me! The only help I could find was my old aunty, whose fingers were too fragile because of her lifetime's cooking and home aids. She's 68. I can't make her panic too. So I asked her to try to open the red door from the other side, cooly. She wasn't able to open the door, even with the right key. So, I figured out that I need some strong help. May be, the man who was coming to see me can help. But, I can't wait in bathroom for 1 hour. So, I asked my aunty to slip my phone through the bathroom window. She did. I called my mom. She is the principal of the school I studied. You don't want to mess with a principal at a critical times, atleast not with moms who are princis. I did not give her details. I just said I need some help with a bathroom door as my aunt got stuck in there (a lie it was. But, I had to say that. Come on! It's okay to lie for good reasons )
She sent a security guy from the school. I asked him to open the red door from the front. But, there was no use again. We had only one choice, to break the door lock or I would remain in bathroom forever. The security guy and me put a joint effort on either side of the door, breaking the lock, with whatever we can find in our hand. And finally, after hurting it will all the things, we broke it's wood. The metal part of the lock came to my hand. It was 3.45 PM and the guests would arrive at 4PM. I had nothing on my face except a bindhi. I urgently applied some powder and a lip gloss between thanking the security guy. I was as blank as a white paper. I was terrified and relieved at the same time. Terrified because, the door looked like it lost its nose , but I thought it deserved that and relieved because I was finally out and was breathing fresh air. But, there was no time to get away from the shock. And then when the guests arrived, I ran to my room and then they called me out after sometime to talk with my man.
I really was a angry with my uncle and father because they left me during that critical time to the temple to pray to God for his blessings and now I saw them sitting comfortably in the sofa,with a smiling face welcoming the guests. They had no idea why my face was pale. I saw him. The man, I planned to reject a day before. I found a smile in him, I had never seen before. It soothed me somehow. When were were allowed to talk alone, the things he said made me like him again. He was not as good as in the photographs. But, even I don't look the same way as in my FB or WhatsApp profile photos. And he was handsome in his own ways in both thoughts and deeds. He had a baby smile, that I never wanted to fade away from his face for any reason. He implied that he came all the way from Cochin, because he liked me in photographs I sent (To my knowledge, I am not that beautiful to seduce people in a photograph. But, I know I am beautiful inside my heart. So that added a extra mark to him. Girls like to be complemented after allπŸ˜‰)
When he left the house after our chit chatting, he said one thing, "See you later! Have a nice time!", which my mother noticed and got the clue. I did not know him as deep as I know my fellow colleagues working in my office when I said yes to him, but his smile made me fall and which I thought should never go out. I had my own confusions before marriage, whether we can marry a man after a single meet. But, we have to take risks to see how it goes, especially in Love and today, as I bear his love inside my heart, I would say, "He is worth my life!"

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Saturday 10 December 2016

When the sky falls!

I don’t know if this would be a long or short article. I wish, I keep my limits.
What difference a dead political leader can bring to your life?
Well, a bandh? Another one, puff. More violence. Normal life lost for another few days in a state?
Yea!
But, when we lose someone, we really get to know the value they held to their position and the society. Did we not celebrate Kalam after his death, who was forgotten for some time after his retirement as a President, except those who met him as a part of their work? The power of reviving a person, is so good for humans, after that fellow’s struggle/death. That is the truth we draw from this. Don’t we?
Coming to the news that is affecting me for the past few days, I wish I were in TN to get into those emotions personally. But, God had other ideas and I am here in Kerala, writing about the legendary politician of this time and another Iron lady India lost to illness (or cunning people, which is yet to be discovered/invented).
I will be polarized by people to a party now. Or at least I believe so. Whatever it is, I have to talk about Amma now! The Amma of millions. She has already marketed herself to be the mother of all through her schemes. While she was scrutinized for controlling her party to that extent of having them fall on her legs and showing their backs in front of the camera, every woman in TN and even in India would have awed her for the attitude shown by her to men. This, you would have heard in many channels and read in many newspapers (offline and online).
To all the woman reading this…
How do you feel when a man falls on your leg? Embarrassed? Proud?
To all the men reading this…
How do you feel when your instincts force you to fall on a woman’s leg because she in power and in control, under conditions that she is not your mom or not an elder woman!? Embarrassed? Proud?
You can’t explain that right. While it is so wrong in Indian tradition because of no good reason, you have Amma, who have made everyone fall on her feet. Not just normal men. But, big politicians and industrialists, who according to data, has a lot of crime records and civil cases filed against them and have no intention of budging to anyone they know. Do you hear my mind? You will see me jumping in joy, if you are really able to look into that. In a male dominating society (which we say is changing in many ways, but still consider men only with higher pay than us as eligible men for marriage, because he shouldn’t feel insecure and expect them to pay after every dinner or party and woman studying/forced to study less degrees because we cannot find a suitable matching men in our community) she has done that and I have no fear in admitting that she is the best woman I have ever heard about.
For me, she is the woman of power, of courage and rage. She lifted womanhood with her arrogance (so did they call in media, which is replaced by the word braveness, after her death). She lived and loved many people. Betrayed by many whom she trusted the most, her way of defense from the creepy people were with her decisions of removing them permanently from the position of power and party and her life. She spared no one who showed face to her. As innocent she was, when her mother left her at the age of 22, with no knowledge of what her salary was, how many servants worked in her house and how to fill a cheque and withdraw money, what we see today is a Chief Minister with millions to cry for her after death. She does not own the entire Tamil Nadu. But, that day Dec-5, when she died, even the all-time haters were shedding tears, exclaiming, when will we find an iron lady like her again in TN.
She has left a legacy and a thrown, with no successor, which cannot be created again or will take so many years to get recreated. She has left and there is no one I see, with so much power and self-respect to run the land. There is CM now, but no leader. There is a party secretary and an opposition party too, but no leader! There is no death. There is a loss, which can never be compromised and filled by anyone as of now. Let us hope, we find the leader in someone, just like the one showed up from a small girl, who was forced to film industry for food and who was not allowed to attend the last rights of the one she loved.  The shame they did to her on that day created a massive legend. Let her death create another leader, legend!
The great iron lady of this century! After her own role model Indira!

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