tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59276546193629975282024-03-21T19:59:54.588-07:00a cornucopia of my mind's ramblingsThis is a sneak preview to how my mind can ramble.I can go high on absolutely nothing and go low on absolutely everything.Here is my cornucopia of my thoughts n feelings about anything n nothing!Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-75377934162088032142012-01-01T22:10:00.000-08:002012-01-01T22:16:37.499-08:00Entering 2012Taking off from where I left....well, I got married on Aug 22nd, 2011. My dad technically did not hand me over to Lejan, but he did walk me down the aisle. It was a rough ride to the end, but I could see God in every step I took.<br />Looking back, I can declare with full confidence that I'm blessed. I'm glad God gave me the strength to stand firm for my faith and not waver in the winds of trials. I will not deny that things are still murky, but the heat has simmered down a lot.<br />As I enter 2012, I look back and I'm amazed at God's faithfulness and love. I look back to what had been spoken over me, His plans for me, and I usher in the new year with good anticipation and hope, knowing that I'm going to inherit something mind-blowing.<br /><br />And so I toast....here's to another God-filled new year 2012!! :)Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-61389657761007798792011-07-11T04:37:00.000-07:002011-07-11T04:45:34.698-07:00This is not what I had asked for, this is not what I was expecting.<br />But I guess this is a cost I got to pay for the stand I'm taking for my faith. I will be entering into a new chapter of life that I strongly believe is ordained by God. But my parents are not supportive of it as is in their eyes, I'm doing the most horrible thing of marrying a born again believer. I understand their views and fully respect. But I know I have to take this plunge.<br /><br />I'm a bundle of nerves right now; totally stressed out. But I keep reminding myself that God is in control and that He will change my parents' hearts around.<br /><br />I really hope my dad will walk me down the aisle :'(<br /><br />the count down has already begun.... and I have mixed feelings about it.Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-17479190229309170442011-03-05T22:07:00.001-08:002011-03-05T22:43:42.467-08:00Be Still my soul, Be still<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhF4hdbuX3_S35gwn6H2MdjqSy8bgIuXOe8jfgpqZorCcHvasBixN4T6gUvHR1IMSu4yJELnI2ETf6i5UvNOlVzS2JtFGiQ4AmLRs0as6P8ZXFLk_gH9RtAjSDOOT22tT3r2Qzm4i7d5v/s1600/3056664_f520.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580853899721776258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhF4hdbuX3_S35gwn6H2MdjqSy8bgIuXOe8jfgpqZorCcHvasBixN4T6gUvHR1IMSu4yJELnI2ETf6i5UvNOlVzS2JtFGiQ4AmLRs0as6P8ZXFLk_gH9RtAjSDOOT22tT3r2Qzm4i7d5v/s200/3056664_f520.jpg" /></a><br /><div>This song is simply a prayer for me, from me. It's the first time I'm listening to it and the simple words are exactly how I'm trying to word my prayers right now. </div><br /><div><strong><em>Be still, my soul, Be still...</em></strong> <a href="http://bit.ly/aoo4ub">http://bit.ly/aoo4ub</a></div><br /><div><em>Be still my soul be still</em></div><br /><div><em>Be still my soul be still</em></div><br /><div><em>wait patiently upon the Lord</em></div><br /><div><em>be still my soul, be still</em></div><br /><div><em>When the waves rise against me and the wind tries to draw me away</em></div><br /><div><em>I will stand on the mountain, safe in Your arms </em></div><br /><div><em>I will sing, I will sing</em></div><br /><div></div>Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-87780820611676717952011-03-04T00:46:00.000-08:002011-03-04T01:11:52.482-08:00Raw with God<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fireonyourhead.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/water_202_20wine_small.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.fireonyourhead.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/water_202_20wine_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Ever experienced those times when its just you and God? You are completely alone with Him, no one knows that you are alone. Once you're with Him, its just coming raw before Him. Tears flow naturally, feelings out pour, emotions run wild, thoughts all over the place; yet it seems good. <div><br /></div><div>I had such a time last night. I was watching a movie 'Caramel'- a Lebanese movie. I have been going through a rough patch and had been bottling up my feelings for sometime. A scene in the movie triggered it all, and I was just sobbing. The scene wasn't that emotional, to be honest, but to me, it was something that I have been praying about. Luckily it was towards the end of the movie; so I ended it, n just spent time alone, by myself. And man, was there a rush of tears. I couldn't hold it any longer. I kept asking God many questions, told him all my fears and hopes, kept reminding myself that I should be 'at rest' because all that has to be done is already done by God.</div><div><br /></div><div>God then told me to read John 2. It was about the wedding at Cana. A familiar story, learnt it from Sunday School days. But the two things are struck out at me was that Jesus mentioned "His time hadn't come (vs 4)" and "he turned water into wine...only so that His glory was revealed (vs 11)". Jesus clearly said it wasn't His time...anyone would think either He didn't want to be bothered by it or that He wouldn't do anything simply 'cos it wasn't 'His time'. But nevertheless, He did a miracle just minutes or hours from the statement He made in verse 4. To me, those minutes or hours (I don't know how long it took for the servants to arrange for those water jars and stuff) were really important. Minutes, hours- they seem insignificant to a story like this, but to Jesus it was vital. Those minutes or hours would reveal His true glory and it did. Simple, no-frills water was turned to rich, sweet wine. The impossible was achieved.</div><div><br /></div><div>I felt Jesus telling me that it's only a matter of time for Him and time is vital for His glory to be revealed. I have seen this in many previous instances in my life; its only through time that we all see how glorious He is, how powerful He is and more importantly, how loving He is. </div><div><br /></div><div>After a good 30-45 minutes of tears and sobs, I fell into a deep slumber with Hope :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>What's last minute for the world is perfect minute for God!</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-35147209583055569432010-03-26T13:38:00.001-07:002010-03-29T02:28:42.614-07:00Learn Italian atop a toilet seat!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2f2msT9yLEWaHhUHkjmtnac8his0YmtYKRtn4xJBFJeewrlYk79sMceGZiJ2tMfmU2NtrPoNfIu79zfjvQ1jlnvcI_JOa-REZfHYiSVNpoNGxh0cpaigcIr9fSHI3GQwLWCqZ4xAPN19T/s1600/toilet-signs01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453051707053677170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2f2msT9yLEWaHhUHkjmtnac8his0YmtYKRtn4xJBFJeewrlYk79sMceGZiJ2tMfmU2NtrPoNfIu79zfjvQ1jlnvcI_JOa-REZfHYiSVNpoNGxh0cpaigcIr9fSHI3GQwLWCqZ4xAPN19T/s320/toilet-signs01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Learning a language other than English has always been and will continue to be a feat for me. I have many instance where people have told me to not speak in my mother tongue simply because I murder it! But recently, I got a chance to learn Italian- I didn't have to go to Italy, or take up any language classes and to my knowledge and Facebook friends' list for backup, I do not have any Italian friends. How did I learn the tongue? <div><br /></div><div>It all began with a lovely dinner at the Romano's Grills, an Italian dine-out in Bahrain. The ambiance had soft lights and one felt transported to an Italian cottage. Just before dinner arrived, I thought I'd visit the restroom (y'know, basic hand wash and stuff). The waitress gave me directions to reach the lavatory. I followed the instructions and reached the toilet doors. I got confused. 'Confused?', you ask! Let me explain: as I reached the toilets, on a natural impulse, I look for the female sign to designate the ladies' restroom. I was about to open the door when I saw the words "Signore" underneath the sign. I stopped in my tracks. I again glanced at the sign and these words. Then I looked at the adjacent men's(?) toilet. Same thing- a male sign with the words "Signora" underneath it.Hmmm.....!!</div><div><br /></div><div>The next few minutes confused me even further. As soon as I entered the ladies' toilet, 2 voices could be heard- one male English voice, the other female Italian voice. As soon as I entered the room, the male voice said, "could you please direct me to the toilet?" to which the female voice translated it to Italian. Now it didn't strike me then that she was translating. When I heard these words, this is what I thought as soon as I opened the door, "oh shit...did I open the wrong door?... Is this the men's toilet or not?.... Is there some sensor here-- how did they know I'm looking for the toilet? n why are my thoughts being translated to Italian?" I felt a little embarrassed and quickly stepped out. I thought, "ok something's wrong..let's check the next toilet." I looked at the adjacent door (the one with the male sign but "signora" written under) and opened it. I saw, I realised, I closed..... yes, it was the men's room alright and my embarassment level increased 5 notches higher!!I was so thankful that it was empty-phew! I went back to the door that said "Signor"....it WAS the ladies' room!!! Confused,eh....yes, so was I. Thanks for stepping into my sandals. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, while I was in the restroom only did I realize that the voices were actually recorded and were translating English words and phrases to Italian equivalent. I laughed to myself at the possibility of learning Italian while you're relieving yourself!!! In the short duration that I spent in the loo, I got to learn how to say 'music','i love you' & 'where is the bus stop' in Italian. Another thing that 'impressed' me was that this recording can help muffle 'noises' (y'know..when you make 1 or 2 :P)-- helps keep the embarrassment in check. </div><div><br /></div><div>Needless to say, after what happened (and take my word, the food was good), I can now confidently recommend Romano's Macaroni Grills-- good food, good ambience, good toilets with free language classes. Buon appetito!! :)</div><div></div>Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-17918680116912764862009-08-03T05:18:00.000-07:002009-11-08T09:41:14.128-08:00A few observations...<div>Education in the Arab world is not only appalling, but is extremely funny as well!! Working in an arab university has really helped me appreciate the education system in my home country, simply due to the proven fact of the quality of students that graduate.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>The education system here has its own sense of humour, and trust me, it can leaving you wondering, "is it worth it?". I'm not generalising because there are a quite few commendable students whom I personally know of and I feel they are worth their degree certificate, but the rest....Big Sigh!!</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>First of, its funny when a prospective student calls up for admission and says, "I wanth arabeek, you no have arabeek??...walla hadim", when its clearly obvious to any literate person, that the university is English medium. </div><br /><div>Then, they insist on doing their Bachelors/Masters even when their command of English is deplorable.</div><br /><div>Next is when they actually get accepted into the university (!!). They demand for teachers of their own choice. If not, they submit in their complaints. They demand for easy exams and better marks. If not, they ask for that particular teacher to be removed. I have seen their exam papers.3 words: "oh my goodness".<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What really boggles is my mind is that there are students who are so very talented, yet I feel that either they do not know how to use their talents constructively or that they feel they should exhibit their talents only if there is an incentive involved. I still remember my college days when we'd just wait for our college to host inter-collegiate culturals or for another rival college to hold theirs just to go over and prove our worth. Not only did it involve a hell lot of fun, but it also helped most of us get rid of our stage fears and realise our hidden talents. Moreover, wouldn't a CV look good when it shows that you are also involved in extra-curricular activites??!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>well, anyways...it's kinda cool to see now that, there are some students who are ready and really want to make a change in this otherwise close-minded culture. These students want to make a difference, make other kids realise that college life is more than just the latest nail enamel color or fastest car!! College life is more than 'only' books and lectures. College life is, in my personal opinion, the golden years of one's life. If a kid wisely chooses the right friends' circle and knows how to juggle between books and fun, college life is awesome!!!! (i take a break here as I reminisce my college days-- wish i could turn back time!!! *sigh* )</div><div><br /></div><div>hmmm..I really hope to see some changes in the uni I work...but most of all, I hope that the kids who want to make difference won't lose hope and see that in the long run, .....it's all worth it!! My best wishes to them...!</div>Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-80213993206177594722009-08-03T05:08:00.001-07:002009-08-03T05:16:49.314-07:00Mid 2009After my last blog, I can still testify that God's amazingly sovereign and He simply knows how to control my life.<br /><br />I signed off from my last blog with a blurry picture of the road ahead me. But Jesus was, is and always merciful. Why? well, exactly a week after I blogged, I was blessed with a job in a private university in Bahrain. And, beat this, the job description is pretty much what I always- Event Management & Marketing. Yes, I did go through the hassles of getting my visa- but heck, I knew that if God brought me to this job,then He will sort out all the nitty-gritties.<br /><br />Work, well, is much more laid back when compared to the previous one where I had run around the country to get 'business'. I get more time to utilise my talents for His glory. But I'm always open to something that can challenge my senses and learn more.<br /><br />Along the lines of getting closer to Him, He also showed me another person, another confidante- a person with whom I can be completely myself. Well, that's gonna be another blog altogether! But yes, my Jesus rocks!! WOOT!!Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-30507833516779688372009-01-21T08:31:00.000-08:002009-01-21T08:35:16.007-08:00Hmmm…..Its been some time since I have sat down and written something. More than a year perhaps. 2008 has been quite a rollercoaster ride for me. I went through the highs and the lows with equal intensity and speed. But as I look back, I realize that I was never alone. He was always there to guide me, teach me, discipline me and most importantly, love me.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBzxfCbsc67LjUpLeCxvdVNSeOJ3T2INrwl80PJn6gMNu5XzKOFPlu9OMT7qTEYZi8Ge6J80ZdhrO0tEijiEZ7XqWuLsFCSn5OIQxnOm7aaGYccxSugPPUBQ0IM1VjUU88rT_4sCI_DHPs/s1600-h/ATT1309763.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786078937587202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBzxfCbsc67LjUpLeCxvdVNSeOJ3T2INrwl80PJn6gMNu5XzKOFPlu9OMT7qTEYZi8Ge6J80ZdhrO0tEijiEZ7XqWuLsFCSn5OIQxnOm7aaGYccxSugPPUBQ0IM1VjUU88rT_4sCI_DHPs/s320/ATT1309763.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />When I look back at 2008, there were instances about which I could have regularly blogged about, but I never did simply because I never felt like it. I can trace back to January 2008 where I pretty much went off track from Him.<br />But He still stayed and watched me as I went through the thorny roads.<br /><br />I hurt and bruised myself especially when I clearly knew that I was traversing down the wrong path. I knew the tears were streaming down His cheeks, but I turned a blind eye to it. I could not bear to see Him like that, but I just wanted to ‘live for the moment’.<br /><br />Had I continued down that the lane, I would have headed straight for danger. If it weren’t for Him to give me a conscience that was siren-clear, I would have kept on walking blindly. It was then that He intervened simply because I was out of His radar and it was His time to move in. By March, things took a drastic turn and within minutes, I was on my knees begging for forgiveness. And He did…He forgave me and loved me like always. I restrained from any wrong desire that came my way and He honored it, manifold times. I was blessed to do some stuff that I had always desired to do.<br /><br />Soon it was mid-year. He still never left me. Even when I was all alone, literally (my folks went on vacation), He was with me. I was always scared of the dark. His presence helped me get over this childhood fear. He was not only with me, but He was also with my family. On their return, their stories were not all rosy. Some were bleak and scary. Yet in that darkness, He was there with them. He never left them even when they felt they were all alone. He was with us, always.<br /><br />October-November-December…these months had their own surprises in store for me. But I never realized how 2009 would open up for me till I reached December 18th when I was asked to leave Bahrain. I knew it was time for something to happen. I entered 2009 hopeful yet uncertain as the ensuing days were going to be a test of my faith and personal strength. I took one of my first riskiest decisions in my life on 8th January 2009. As I pen this down, I have nothing as my back up. The road up ahead is blurry and uncertain. At times, I’m hopeful. At times, I’m hopeless.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnI5alj6Y_KDzrovPFu9QbS5v34oMWoGSMN4Zr6rOzMitfnZyOiYnp1-dhCOvjvWh2U933aoyIHJ589vvGYuBuCK7IGcmVZSJHqxnW6LuD5FZVlrwhRpI5Q-MGvlT_der3UaHMYTmJAbv6/s1600-h/ATT1309764.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786084903560338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnI5alj6Y_KDzrovPFu9QbS5v34oMWoGSMN4Zr6rOzMitfnZyOiYnp1-dhCOvjvWh2U933aoyIHJ589vvGYuBuCK7IGcmVZSJHqxnW6LuD5FZVlrwhRpI5Q-MGvlT_der3UaHMYTmJAbv6/s320/ATT1309764.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I try to keep the lyrics in my mind- “ I have found myself a hiding place, I have found myself a secret space, In the presence of Almighty’s love, In the safety of the savior’s arms”. But then I again lose my footing and slip. The only shred of hope, a sliver so to speak, is just the true fact that He is there and He is carrying me through…<br /><br />So 2009 here I come…Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-56848974482980090142007-10-14T11:56:00.000-07:002007-10-14T13:18:04.100-07:00Is God partial to men??Lately, I have been asking and contemplating over this question an umpteen number of times. Why am askin this question-well, simply 'cos I'm sick and tired of men doing whatever they want and walking away scot free.<br />I personally know of men who have been cheating on their wives or partners. The women are torn apart, hurt beyond repair and confused as to what to do with the relationship. But the men,on the other hand, don't give a damn and are living life exactly like how they want. Their consciences are hardened and they don't have any remorse towards their acts of infidelity. Instead they have the audacity to actually blame the woman for not satisfying their 'needs'. What do you expect the woman to be?? Show me a man who can sacrifice for his partner as much as his girl/woman can. There would not be such a man simply 'cos all men are born selfish and egoistic by nature.<br />I fully agree with Scriptures which instructs wives to be submissive to their husbands. But I wish guys would read the verses prior to the one about 'submission' in Ephesians and realise they have an equally important task at keeping a relationship strong.<br />When men cheat and walk away with no remorse, I always wonder, "GOD, HELLLOOO?? Didn't You just see that??Did You see him do that ??Are you gonna do something about it?God, why aren't You pricking his conscience?Why can't You make him realise he's hurting the poor woman who's loving him blindly and completely oblivious to his activities?Why God,why are You not doing something about it?Will You speak to his heart and convict him of his errors?"<br /><br />My question still remains unanswered- Is God partial to men??Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-7670225544899276972007-09-14T11:33:00.000-07:002007-09-14T12:46:53.825-07:00A small dream come true...Everyone has undoubtedly a tiny dream or wish that still needs to be materialised. For a person who is not a pilot, he may still dream to sit in the pilot's seat n taxi an aeroplane down the runway. For a person who has never acted before, he may wish to one day be in the limelight. Evidently,such small tiny dreams do not escape God's loving eyes and He eventually bestows these imaginings to every mortal at some point in his/her life.For me, I'd always dreamt to be in a worship team and lead. God has lovingly allowed me the first part of my dream and I was the backup singer for Ashraya's worship team. The latter part of my desire was yet to materialise.<br /><br />God decided to give me that chance on Friday,14th Sept.2007 where I was to lead a bunch of children aged from 10-17 yrs,in worship. My friend,who was organising the whole camp, asked me,a few days back, if I could lead the worship team. I blindly said yes! I was jittery and nervous on Friday morning when I woke up as I realised how tough it can be to lead a congregation however small or big it is. I have always looked up to many a worship leader with awe and inspiration,admiring the way they could lead the crowd into worshipping the Lord.<br /><br />I prayed with all my heart that God lead me to say the right words at the right time. I simply love the way my Big Daddy speaks to me. He spoke to me through Jeremiah 1:4-10. Whatever the Lord spoke Jeremiah thousands of years ago, had perfect connection to what my prayer was that morning. The verses gave me such strength that I knew God would help me. The enemy (a stupid fool) tried deviating me in many ways ranging from a slight fever to a conked out watch to a small fight with a loved one. His last attempt at stopping me was through a Panadol tablet that almost choked me. Well,sad for him, nothing stopped me!<br /><br />The camp went well. Needless to say, the kids were from a traditional church,yet God moved their hearts to respond to the worship songs,much to the disapproval of the orthodox teachers. The children responded well, but the hesitation was evident. Nevertheless, the need to worship and love God is very evident and we volunteers grabbed that opportunity. The kids enjoyed the games and other activites,and the sweltering heat did not melt out their excitement.<br /><br />Looking back, I might not have achieved much.In fact, I might have achieved nothing considering my lack of qualification in leading a worship team where music chords are just a bunch of alphabets to me.But I thoroughly enjoyed the chance God bestowed upon me and I sincerely hope He will be gracious to give me another opportunity to serve Him through music! All glory to my God!!Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-42703111114234299952007-09-01T10:16:00.000-07:002007-09-03T12:08:30.686-07:00Girl power!!!Strolling down the memory lane of my Life prompted me to jot down these few words. For some inexplicable reason, I want to relive the golden chapters onf my life- My college days.<br /><br />The first 16 years of my life saw me sharing books, playing games and competing for marks with both guys and girls. So, stepping into a world of ONLY girls had me thinking if I'd ever have fun. But my apprehensions belied the reality I encountered in my three years spent in Women's Christian College, Chennai. My school mates thought I was living a drab life without boys, as they were having a pretty decent time in their co-ed colleges. But little did they know about the crazy fun I had with my girls. Girls on their own, can go wild and we had a fantabulous time.<br /><br /><br /><br />The 3 years I spent in WCC taught me so many things. I have learnt to be independent and think on my own two feet. When guys are involved in any thing, girls tend to depend on them to do every single thing, from answering the professor to organising any cultural event. But, in WCC, we girls learnt to do anything and everything from scratch. Give us raw materials, and we mastered the art of producing full blown culturals, Food fairs, College plays and the list can go on.<br /><br /><br /><br />We girls, had our own fun. We enjoyed our hostel days of pulling each other's leg, calling out to our friends to come for lunch or dinner, bunk classes in the name of 'going to the loo' and then sneak into our dorms for a quick nap, dressing up for any festival or event or even a weekend day out, running into hostel just seconds away from curfew time, groaning and moaning over 'barely' edible hostel food, having a once-in-a-while night out, looking forward to Special dinners, pleading with the Co-ordinator and Warden for permission to attend the next-door-boys'-college culturals or some concert held, stealing each other's toiletries in the common bathrooms, heaving heavy buckets of water when there were water shortages, planning every weekend, swatting mosquitoes, and last but not the least, having a wonderful fellowship in our college chapel...basically,having fun!<br /><br />I would do anything to turn back time and relive all these happy-go-lucky days. I'm thankful to God that He blessed with a really good college and wonderful friends that these memories will always remain as fresh and beautiful as ever.Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-15162666401546027832007-08-29T10:36:00.000-07:002007-09-05T11:17:50.053-07:00My Life's New chapter12th June 2007 opened another new chapter in my life- My first job. Where? In India's largest private bank, ICICI Bank (Hum Hain Na)!! After an enjoyable period of 37 days in Amchi Mumbai which primarily comprised of me lazing around in the mediocre hotel rooms and staff quarters offered, going on sightseeing trips with college mates, getting squashed in the ladies compartment of the local trains (strong evidence in the form of a previous blog), shopping till I dropped in Linking Road and Hill Road and at but last not the least, waiting for my visa to Bahrain, I found myself in a totally new world!<br /><br />With all the advices and articles of 'how work life's gonna be' from my close friends, seniors and of course, my family, I reported for work on 22nd July 2007. I guess my mental preparation was not sufficient enough as I did not realise what I really gotten myself into. If you ask me what my profile is, it sounds really hep, atleast to me! But one thing's for sure, like they say, "In your first year of work, get yours hands dirty", well, my fingers are guaranteed to get greasy and grimy, my back's gonna for a toss and my legs are gonna give way to the floor.<br /><br />I would not say my job is all peaches and cream. The presure is killing and targets are, I feel, are beyond my reach. Im trying to figure out my selling skills, and still wonder how the others do it. I have noted it all down: their tone, their style of putting the product concept across, their body language; yet, it just does not happen with me! Why oh why!<br /><br />I'm in my second month now, and all I think of before going to sleep is "DEALS, I WANT DEALS". My worst fear is now coming alive - I always vowed not to be a worrywart and let the tensions of work destroy me. Unfortunately, that is exactly what is happening now. I look around and find my friends enjoying their careers. I do not feel the same and I don't want to lie in this regard. Its funny to note that the only thing I now thoroughly enjoy is SLEEP. Gone are those days when I longed to frolic around. My bed, my pillow and my blankie beckons me at every point in the day an they turn out to be my best companions.<br /><br />I don't know how long this phase will last, but I do hope this storm will pass soon and that I sail with confidence across my Life's everchanging tides.Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-78617572348430890852007-08-28T10:18:00.000-07:002007-08-29T12:02:32.402-07:00Infamously Famous!!!What an easy streak of being famous by doing simply nothing, but just by being myself??? heehee...It was all very funny,it still is.<br /><br />A bunch of us went to watch the new release with India's fav hearthrob, SRK and his new assignment of training 16 girls from every end of our Bharat Mahan to play for the Hockey World Cup. Like all Bollywood sizzlers, the team eventually won, but the way they won is worth the watch.<br /><br />But that's not what I'm getting at. Apparently, there is a girl in the movie who pretty much comes close to being my clone (of course, I feel I look better than her!!). She first enters the silver screen to register herself for the team. The moment I saw her, I was like,"uh oh, is that me???nah...". Much to my embarassment, my friends had a gala time screaming out my name and pointing to the wide screen. Throughout the movie, my name would be called out whenver the girl came up. I felt half ridiculous and half funny! I had to endure my friends' jokes for the rest of the movie.<br /><br />Now my mother expresses her deepest desire to watch the movie only to see her daugter's clone. I even have clients telling me that I might have been separated at birth or if I really did act the movie. How do I respond?? As usual, laugh out loud and continue laughing. But I would be lying if I said that I do not appreciate this new found, short lived popularity. It's fun!Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-43529214379589488932007-08-09T10:47:00.000-07:002007-08-09T10:49:28.264-07:00SurrenderThis song by Barlow Girl reflects exactly the conversation I am currently having with Big Daddy.The words are in line with how my prayers are right now:<br /><br />"Surrender"<br /><br />My hands hold safely to my dreams<br />Clutching tightly not one has fallen<br />So many years I've shaped each one<br />Reflecting my heart showing who I am<br />Now you're asking me to show<br />What I'm holding oh so tightly<br />Can't open my hands can't let go<br />Does it matter?<br />Should I show you?<br />Can't you let me go?<br /><br />Surrender, surrender you whisper gently<br />You say I will be free<br />I know but can't you see?<br />My dreams are me.<br />My dreams are me<br /><br />You say you have a plan for me<br />And that you want the best for my life<br />Told me the world had yet to see<br />What you can do with one<br />That's committed to Your calling<br />I know of course what I should do<br />That I can't hold these dreams forever<br />If I give them now to You<br />Will You take them away forever?Or can I dream again?Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-20194141683510202052007-08-03T08:24:00.000-07:002007-08-03T11:13:28.196-07:00Bollywood climaxI never really approve nor do I ever consider a suicide attempt to be a noble action. It is nothing but a cowardly act and a sin committed. The wrist slitting, or a bungee jump off a cliff (ropeless,like duh!) or the usual Lipton (a colloquial version of hanging down) may be various forms of pulling your own switch. Am I talking about suicide attempts and its pros and cons?Well, in a way. If you are considering to murder yourself, the best way I suggest is watch a hindi movie. Don't watch ones like Black; they will make you change your mind to die..lol.<br /><br />I recently made the mistake of 'suiciding' twice. I watched Jhoom Barabar Jhoom and killed myself. The plot was quite lethal enough to knock me out unconscious.But it was a near 'suicide' attempt and I recovered with good medication from rugged, raunchy looking Dr. John McClane in the 'Die Hard 4.0' hospital (Apart from Laughter, the best medicine is a good looking doctor-sneak preview to my next blog).<br />Feeling all healthy,wealthy but not wise, I again found myself in the death throes of 'Awarapan'. The first dialogue did the trick and I was suffocating already. The next look on the hero's pathetic face had me gagging. The 'dancing-around-the-buildings' (trees were for the bygone days of Rajesh Khanna and Hema Malini) songs interspersed in the movie brought momentary relief.The plot of the story had me gasping for air and I knew I was dying.The finale of the film found me heaving my last breath. I considered escaping during the intermission, but the thought of spending a bomb had me stuck to my seat.<br /><br />A Hindi movie has all the lethal ingredients to kill any mortal human. A crappy storyline where both the hero and heroine are perpetually confused. The only genius would be the villain. Songs, and item numbers are mandatory in these motion pictures, especially if they desire to rock the box offices. How the directors make money, I'll never know. How people rave about these big screen shows is beyond my mind's capacity. Nevertheless, Bollywood still survives and lives strong.Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-18728167295553175902007-07-13T00:08:00.000-07:002007-07-13T00:14:23.750-07:00Hair cut dilemmaI am proud to proclaim my newly conceived theory- “Beware, beauticians hate curly hair, they will chop it all off”.<br /><br />Let me elaborate:<br /><br />My new job requires me to look my very best. I need to look mature, posh, sophisticated and well dressed when in reality I’m a complete nutcrack, wacky and crazy. Anyway, I can manage to fake maturity. But to look posh and sophisticated is a tad difficult when you have frizzy, restless hair. My hair hardly stays quiet and even after combing and brushing my unruly locks; it gets back to being crazy.<br /><br />You now might throw me the idea of permanently straightening my hair. The idea is active on my cards but I keep pushing it aside only because it is a wallet rip-off activity. Hair bonding is like threading your eyebrows. Once you start, you cannot afford to stop. The same goes for the hair. Just as much as you cannot walk around with eyebrows growing like jungle grass, neither can you imagine strutting around with a head looking like a used mop.<br /><br />So taking all these reasons into consideration, I decided to go in for a haircut. Now if you take my case and put in a haircut, it’s a scary proposition. Neither do I have thick locks to chop off nor do I have choices of hairstyles to go for. A fringe is out of the question, thanks to my forehead. Am I complaining? Not really. I’m quite proud of it all. But still, I want to look different.<br /><br />So here I am in a beauty parlor in Mumbai. You wont believe me, but its Karishma Kapoor sitting across me getting her nails and hair done. Ok, maybe it’s a little hard to recognize her sans makeup, but I’m so sure its her. I try hard not to stare, so I throw casual ‘long’ stares. Yup, it’s her all right. But what is she doing here in a normal middle class parlor?? Who cares, I just saw Karishma Kapoor!!! Tra la la la…!!<br /><br />Sorry for that small diversion. Back to my hair. Where was I? Ahh yes. So here I am, waiting for my turn. The lady who would eventually make me or break me, enter. I carefully explain, in English, that I wanted a different look but I wanted my hair length maintained. She replies back in Hindi. Uh oh…trouble!! Language barrier can create problems and I knew I was doomed. Nevertheless, I repeated my request (in English!!) and she confirmed saying she’d do what I wanted.<br /><br />With a small prayer under my breath, she began. She showed me the length of how much she’d cut and I gave the green signal. Snip snip snip went the scissors. My curls and I bid adieu to each other. I had to remove my glasses for obvious reasons. As such, I could not observe the proceedings. I waited, with abated breath, trying to make something out of the blurred vision of my hair in the mirror in front of me. Snip snip it went. Soon it was the blowdryer unfrizzying out my locks. I love getting my hair blowdried. It keeps my hair looking neat. The lady put her finishing touches to my last strand of hair. I quickly grab my glasses and put it on with all anticipation and eagerness. I look at the mirror and “AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH…”<br /><br />The scissor-wielding lady chopped most of my hair and left just one strand of hair the length it was in the beginning. All in the name of a ‘Step Cut’ and wanting to satisfy the customer’s wants. Now my hair hardly stays put. I can’t tie a ponytail due to the simple fact that there is not much hair for a ponytail, neither can I leave it ‘down’ because there is nothing to let down and if I do, it resembles Einstein’s rocking hair-do.<br /><br />There go my attempts at looking posh and sophisticated. With how I look now, I doubt getting married soon. My next step might be to get a complete makeover. Gulp…another risky mind numbing proposition!!Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-37033351361576542342007-07-13T00:03:00.000-07:002007-07-13T00:07:44.143-07:00The Ladies CoupeA mountain trek, an afternoon on a scintillating Seychelles beach, a lazy boat ride down Kerala’s backwaters, a mind exhilarating bungee jump- these are different experiences one need to live out, at least once in their years on earth. I too agree. I mean, one day I would love to muster all my courage and go bungee jumping. But the one thing a person definitely needs to go through is to travel by the ladies compartment in the Mumbai train.<br /><br />The word ‘lady’ conjures up different adjectives like gentle, beautiful, tender, honest, kind and the list can go on. Unfortunately such adjectives are flung out of the window when you encounter with the Mumbai train ladies. They are hooligans, cut throat competitors for a train seat, highly fluent in Marathi insults and its other regional dialects, and (unfortunately for people like me) blessed with amazonic strength.<br /><br />The following points will help throw more light to what I’m trying to convey:<br /><br />1. The Mumbai ladies’ coupe is the best place to lose weight. Forget about all those subscriptions to VLCC, Fitness One, or Talwalkers. Just step into the ultra modern ladies’ compartment and you get squashed to the figure 5 you have always dreamed of. All your flabs disappear as you try (!) to edge your way in. You achieve the firm arms by holding onto the compartment bars for dear life and your legs and feet, well, bad news- you might not find them in the stampede. Lucky if you do.<br />2. Are you running late in the morning and you need to get your shirt/kurta ironed AND you need to catch the train??? Not to worry. Don’t bother about the creased unironed clothes. Just run for the train and get into the specially reserved space for ladies. Within few minutes of pushing and mashing and compressing, you will emerge onto your destination platform, all neatly ironed out and perfect.<br />3. A pleasure note for all the lesbians out there- girls, its all boobs and butts here in the ladies coupe!!! My heartfelt condolences for the males as they do not, or rather, probably will not get to enjoy such an event.<br />4. If a lady does not get to jump out onto her desired station, the chances of her not letting the other commuters to get onto their stations are highly probable. She will most likely bless you with some marathi abuses, you would be so overwhelmed enough to miss your own station.<br />5. Mumbai is a huge city so you will have to keep yourself entertained. Many a lady can be seen equipped with headfones stuck in their ears. If you don’t own a portable radio or I-pod, not to worry. There are many shoulders to fall sleep on. A sure shot solution to your most wanted power naps.<br />6. The best way to get out of the train is to simply SCREAM! The way that these ladies shriek is almost akin to how the people screamed in the sinking Titanic (as per the movie).<br />7. A word of caution to people who are as blind as me- please wear your contact lenses. You never know when your spectacles will be pushed off your face. Don’t even imagine bending down to search for them. You are close to committing suicide in the midst of all those stomping feet and stilleto heels.<br /><br />This is just a nutshell of what I have really gone through. Watch out for my up coming bestseller- ‘The Adventures of a Fraud Mallu in Mumbai’.Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-16694922155021305612007-07-12T23:53:00.000-07:002007-07-13T00:03:18.495-07:00Blog updateI never realized I would have readers to my blog and needless to say, I am encouraged to write more. Well, it’s pretty obvious with the time gap that I was not able to blog, primarily due to many reasons, the main one being my training for my new job. As I type this down in my quarters in Mumbai, I can say that I am recovering from my brief stint in depression (the previous blogs are evidence to this fact!!). With all confidence, I can proudly proclaim that Wacko Crazy Bless is back with a bang…She’s still hurting all right, but the pain has died down and its only the scabs that she’s scratching at. My mom says that’s the sign of healing. You can’t really refute moms’ opinions! So here goes… a cornucopia of madness!Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-43597557825739705002007-05-08T05:21:00.000-07:002007-05-08T05:27:42.519-07:00ShockShe wants to cry<br />but tears refuse to fall<br />She wants to scream<br />but her throat stays numb<br />She wants to run away<br />but her legs are riveted to one spot<br />She wants to reach out<br />but her hands remain by her side<br /><br />Nothing happens<br />She only stands<br />Stiff<br />Numb<br />Horrified<br />Hurt<br />Shocked<br /><br />He leaves<br />Not a glance behind his shoulder<br />He doesnt see the lone tear<br />making its path down her cheek<br />He doesnt hear her heartbeat<br />pounding loud enough to crack glass<br />He walks away<br />on his own path<br />his own road<br />which was once theirs<br /><br />Nothing happens<br />She only stands<br />Stiff<br />Numb<br />Horrified<br />Hurt<br />ShockedDreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-67907928839802503622007-05-08T03:02:00.000-07:002007-05-08T03:12:18.880-07:00It burns..Love..its sweet when u first taste it.. Johnny Cash aptly put in..falling in love is like jumping into a ring of fire. I jumped alrite. It is warm and comforting. But things went wrong. And when they do, you get thrown out of the furnace and I was pretty much thrown out from it and man, am I burnt quite a bit.<br /><br />It hurts, bloody hurts...im still hurting from all d burn wounds...i dunno wen n who will tend to these wounds with some cooling balms of true love...True love??well, that's going to be another topic to talk abt..<br /><br />Johnny Cash lyrics : Song of Fire<br /><br />And it makes a fiery ring<br />Bound by wild desire<br />I fell in to a ring of fire...<br /><br />I fell in to a burning ring of fire<br />I went down,down,down<br />And the flames went higher.<br />And it burns,burns,burns<br />The ring of fire<br />The ring of fire.<br /><br />The taste of love is sweet<br />When hearts like our's meet<br />I fell for you like a child<br />Oh, but the fire went wild..<br /><br />I fell in to a burning ring of fire.....etcDreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-88510095641704176972007-05-06T04:56:00.000-07:002007-05-06T04:57:23.545-07:00Eternal loveOften I have heard people say, "How good God is! We prayed that it would not rain for our church picnic, and look at the lovely weather!'" Yes, God is good when He sends good weather. But God was also good when He allowed my sister, Betsie, to starve to death before my eyes in a German concentration camp. I remember one occasion when I was very discouraged there. Everything around us was dark, and there was darkness in my heart. I remember telling Betsie that I thought God had forgotten us. "No, Corrie," said Betsie, "He has not forgotten us. Remember His Word: 'For as the heavens are high above the earth, so great is His steadfast love toward those who fear Him.'" Corrie concludes, "There is an ocean of God's love available--there is plenty for everyone. May God grant you never to doubt that victorious love--whatever the circumstances." - Corrie Ten Boom.Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-21590602364428966532007-05-05T07:06:00.001-07:002010-03-26T14:55:04.272-07:00There is a god who lives (part 2)Now that we got our belongings, what happens next?? Aunty called out asking if any windows could be opened. How? The left hand side windows were below our feet and the windows on the right side were over our heads and jammed shut. I guess its by pure instinct that we started climbing over the fallen berths. Clinging onto my luggage and holding onto the bed sheet to keep me from suffocating, I slowly tried to crawl my way out. It was difficult maintaining my balance, considering the fact that both my hands were occupied. Seeing this, aunty hurriedly instructed me to throw away the bed sheet. I thought “if I do that, how am I gonna breathe through this smoke and dust? God if u really want me out of this alive, help me breathe.”<br /><br />What seemed an eternity of crawling and climbing over seats, feeling fans in iron wrought encasings and groping around in the dim light, we were guided by this deep, baritoned voice that was full of confidence. All I remember was a bright torch light and this deep voice that kept encouraging the passengers “its ok, u all are all right, just be calm and climb out”. I’ll never know, to this day, who that man was.<br /><br />I next realize a hole a few metres away from where I was. I could see lights flashing in. For a minute I thought it was some TV station that got to the accident scene and the humour in me quipped up, “look good,Bless…give a nice grimace…you might be on TV.” Well, so much for my silly fanstasy in the midst of the commotion. The lights came from the torches of the rescue teams and police. I was about to crawl out of this hole torn into the vestibule when a man stopped me. He had a huge plank in his hand and was trying to lift it up. He wanted to create a makeshift bridge for people to slide across to the hole and get outside. I was delirious and said something about my luggage. The man instructed me to throw it out and that someone would keep it safe. So I hurled my box out blindly. On my knees, I bent down to take the other side of the plank and lifted it. What was written on the plank shocked me. It bore the words “BATHROOM”. Yes, it turned out to be the door and the impact of the train tore it off its hinges. With the plank up as a makeshift bridge, and a small graze on m little finger, I slid across to the opening in the vestibule and breathed in fresh air. My luggage was handed back to me and I waited for shobana aunty to get out safe. Its only when we got out that we realized what happened. 5 of the train’s compartments had derailed, and the compartment that I was in, toppled. The pantry had caught fire which explains all the smoke. People were calling out to each other and there were tears of happiness to see each other safe. But my friends were in other compartments and they still did not know if aunty n I were alive. I was not reachable, as I’d lost my phone.<br /><br />Aunty and I waited for sometime when suddenly a man called out our names. We hollered back and he said in tamil that there was a family looking for us. We knew it was Ajai and his family. He took us to the other side of the train. We couldn’t find them at all. We asked the man to look for them again. I borrowed a phone from a stranger. Luckily aunty had her phone book in her bag. I called up Jessy aunty, Ajai’s mom. Hearing my voice over the phone, she went hysterical and she could not speak. I talked to Riba, one of Ajai’s cousins and she told us how we could get to where they were waiting.<br /><br />Carrying both mine and aunty’s luggages (she wasn’t feeling well) and balancing myself on the huge stones that line the train tracks, we inched our way forward. We met up with Ajai’s family. Hugs, tears and smiles of joy were exchanged. That was when I heard Ajai’s side of the story. He apparently got out of the train as soon as it stopped. When he saw my compartment toppled onto its side and smoke billowing everywhere, all he could picture was my burnt charred body. He ran back to his family in the other compartment, hysterical and delirious in shock. He and his family moved to a safer spot outside the train. Ajai went back to the accident area. Apparently there were some jawans and he enquired about aunty and me. The jawan instructed groups of people to call out my name, each group returning with the answer, “there is no such person here”. Almost losing heart, Ajai suddenly got a call from his cousin that I was indeed alive.<br /><br />Thinking we’d never travel by train again, we found ourselves hopping from two trains to get back to Chennai. On our way back, we had to pass by the accident site again. By then it was daylight and we could see the entire thing. The train stopped for surviving passengers and I took it as an opportunity to take pictures from my camera.<br /><br />We reached Chennai at 12.30pm, 6 hours delayed from our original arrival time. The impact of the accident hit me only when I saw the accident on the local TV news. That was when I broke down and realized that THERE IS A GOD WHO LIVES AND LOVES.!!Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-31042101780883481402007-05-05T06:49:00.000-07:002007-05-05T07:05:57.696-07:00There is a God who lives (part 1)I would not call my life as a bed of roses, but it has been a life of comfort and happiness. I have had a normal childhood and I am blessed with loving parents and 2 amazing siblings. I’m not complaining, but I’ve always wanted a jaw-dropping, awe-striking story to tell. At least, such an event would create the ‘adventure’ part of my otherwise typically normal life story.<br /><br />It all happened on 28 January 2007. We were traveling back to Chennai after attending one of my closest friends, Nisha’s wedding in Coimbatore. We were on the Cheran express that night. Shobana aunty n I were in S7, while Ajai and his family were in S6. Two of Nisha’s friends were in the same compartment as I was in too. In normal circumstances, trains do travel at high speeds during the nights and this train was no exception (for the time being). By around 3am, I woke up to loud sounds and extremely strong tremors. Before going to sleep, I’d hung my specs on the collar of my t-shirt. Waking up to these horrible sounds, I involuntarily yet quickly reached for my specs. I could make out bright red streaks of lights flashing past us. The train was moving at such a high speed, yet it felt like I was in the middle of an earthquake. People started waking up and calling out to God in their native tongues. I was scared and all I could utter was ‘oh God,oh God…’.<br /><br />Within minutes, the compartment started tilting onto its left. In my mind’s eye, I thought we were falling off a bridge. Being a person who cannot stand pain in the slightest form, I prayed, “Lord, if this is my end, please finish it soon cos I want it quick and painless!!”<br />I was in the middle berth and Shobana aunty was in the lower one. As the compartment titled, I clung onto the berth straps and held on for dear life. Like they say, as you near death, your life’s memories flash past your eyes. To me it was a blurred worn out film roll. My mind conjured up only 5 names- my parents, my brother, my sister and Ajai. I really thought this was my end and this was how I would die – in a train crash.<br /><br />Belying my thoughts, the boogie fell onto its left side and everything came to a standstill. The lights were cut off and there was smoke and dust everywhere. Men, women and children were crying out for help. I crawled down from my berth and felt jagged rocks and stones under my sock-covered feet. I could make out faint lights flashing around the place and I realized people were using their cell phones to find their way out. I searched for mine in my pocket where I’d kept before sleeping. It wasn’t there. I lost my cell phone. I called out to Shobana aunty. Groping around in the dark, we found each other. It was chaos all around. Yet in the midst of it all, aunty n I prayed and thanked God for this experience and for saving our lives.<br />We sat on the now upside down turned berths. The dust and smoke was increasing and being a slightly asthmatic person, I found it extremely hard to breathe. I held my bed sheet I had with me to my nose and breathed as much as possible. But my chest was constricting by the minute. Aunty asked for someone to show her a little of the cell phone from a stranger and she found her suitcase. I wondered that if she could do it, why couldn’t I. So I groped around and lo, behold, I felt the handle of my trolley bag. Aunty repeated the same stunt and found her slippers, the exact pair. I followed suit and by God’s grace, found my Reebok floaters.Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927654619362997528.post-11824009378532958132007-05-05T06:35:00.000-07:002007-08-12T10:46:26.653-07:00starter<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">this is my first go at creating a blog. like the title suggests, the blogs will be a minute preview of the 'cornucopia of my mind's ramblings'. some might catch an interest and some mundane. I dont care. it's just another extension of me. enjoy</span>Dreamer!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406744071096056061noreply@blogger.com1