Wednesday 20 March 2019

Fragrance- The guy who sees the world through its smell

As the sun stretches lazily stifling a yawn 
Fluffy birds ready with stories to tell
He wakes up smelling the dawn
For he sees the world through its smell

With the smell of Cuticura and Medimix
Comes the milk-woman at quarter to six
Damp smell of newspaper is the next in list
And that's his morning for you in a gist

Be it a caw-less crow or a stealthy cat
The stinky sewage or the dewy petrichor
Nothing goes unnoticed under his breath
For he sees the world through its smell

Between the aroma of masala chaai and cigarette stink
Gucci perfume in tea-stall is definitely out-of-sync
'Looking for address?' asked him to the baffled stranger
Identifying every house for her that's far and near

Hopped into a bus that smelled of sweat
Off he rode to a tranquil place to work
Earth, flowers and incense sticks fill the air
Only he knows death has a fragrance too





Tuesday 20 February 2018

[Shape Poetry]~ Stairs of our Life!

My cousin sent me this poem that I had written a couple of years for his short film. He wanted to convey that each person is different and has a different design in the walks of life. He was going to portray it with an analogy of different kinds of people climbing the stairs at their own speed- An old person, an athlete, a kid, physically challenged person etc. He just gave me an idea of the visuals and wanted a poem that can come as a voice-over in the background. And thus, this poem happened ðŸ˜› I tried making it a shape poetry to denote the same plus I have never tried shape poetry *cough cough*
Note: Read the poem with the thought that it was written 2 years back and based on what the script demanded ðŸ˜› *I hear the illana mattum chorus remark but I choose to ignore it*

Link to the tamil version of the same poem - https://prawhitepaper.wordpress.com/2018/02/16/வெà®±்à®±ி-படிகள்-tamizh-peom/

Monday 22 January 2018

Vaharaganemos Irhahidhithi Jollylojimkana

You must be wondering what does this title mean (Yes- You are selected, No- Following lines are for you)! I know there are few Thenavattu-Thangavelus who’ll say, ‘I didn’t wonder’- Thoppi Thoppi Thoppi! To all those Thenavattu Thangavelus, I’ll note down your names and will make your managers to ask the meaning in your YEA meetings (Of course, I’ll give the answer key)…Muhahahahaha ðŸ‘¿ Now let’s start from the beginning again, I know you must all be wondering about the title…Please don’t google, it might crash! This is a secret language that was lost in 100 BC and was rediscovered by me with the help of my auto-correct feature.
Just like our autos in front of railway stations pulling everyone into the luxury vehicle without even checking if they want their service, my auto-correct will take all possible savaris (trips) that come its way and will incorrect it…Sample becomes Sambhar (Try the sambhar and then decide), Channa becomes Chennai (We made Chennai with roti)…It adds morning/night (as per its wish) to good. So if I want to compliment saying ‘This is so good!’ It will be sent as this is so good morning. It’s definitely a conspiracy! When I want to convey some message, the conspirators manipulate it in such a way, the total meaning is lost. The most serious sentence becomes the most hilarious one…Once I had (meant) to send ‘Hey! I’m on my way. Will be there in few minutes’…Guess what was the actual message…”Hey! I’m Onam ay. Wilderness in few minutes.”  The best part is even for this message, I got the reply as “ok.Sure!” Hence, proved! Theory 1- Our brain is trained to look past the autocorrect and read it correctly or Theory 2- No one reads trhe tesxt! In a way, autocorrect is like Arnab Goswami, you have to listen to it, whatever it may be!
While we are still on this topic, I have a confession to make. So I was moved to this new team and I was struck in meetings from 8 am to 5 pm continuously as it is just starting up. Me being the one with loud-speaker voice, even the normal conversation would sound like an argument. When I was on call, there was this angel-me (Just like the ones you see in movies- When the actor is in dilemma, his clones stand on either side…One is the angel and the other one is the evil one. Both will confuse the already confused actor and finally, they’ll go in when he shouts Nooooooo’.) So yeah, the angel-me stood out (evil me is always in me..We cannot be separated) and showed me the picture of how I am in calls “Listen to me, listen to me…No No No…That’s not how it should be. Let me set up a meeting with him rightaway”. And then, Arnab laughed at me!
So we have demo meetings with the business stakeholders. During the wait-period (application loading time :P) we will distract (ahem)by initiating small talks. During one such session, he told us that his son went to attend his best friend’s wedding who married an Indian. He was confused as the wedding went on and on and it was a never-ending process. He also told us ‘Suddenly there was a talent show. Each one had to perform something to the crowd. My son was also asked to perform and he had a hard time refusing them. Why do you have a talent show in a wedding?’ At first, I didn’t understand what he meant by talent show and when I did, I burst out laughing. If you still haven’t figured out, well well well, it’s called Sangeeth ceremony to us and talent show to the rest of the world ðŸ˜† Matrimonial madness continues even beyond borders!
Having been strictly banned from mocking anything related to matrimony for a while (I have lots of content on this topic) by the home minister (Democracy zindabad), I still cannot stop myself from narrating this conversation that happened with my friend
Me: I met this guy at the bus station! You should hear about him!
She: Oooooooh! Should I be excited? Where is he from? How old is he? Did you ask details? Should we ask for his jaadhagam (horoscope) *Such a Mylapore behaviour moment*
Me: Sure! I can ask him!  But I don’t think he will be ready to give so many details as he got released from prison this morning. He served 24 months after having caught in the possession of 250g of stuff.
She : *2 min of silence* How can you talk to strangers? Don’t you have any seriousness? Why do you talk to some random guys…Just stay away…okay? Don’t do anything stupid.
Me: Hey, what about his jaadhagam? ðŸ˜›
People, I say!  ðŸ˜›
So this American friend of mine asked me how to wish ‘Happy Birthday’ in Tamil. Immediately, I saw two horns pop on my head. Firstly, I don’t know why he wanted Tamil translation when the birthday boy was actually Telugu. Since I’m basically very helpful , I immediately helped him with the translation which can be considered similar to Mouna Ragam’s ‘Poda dei…Ukkaru da somberi’. All I said was, ‘Chennai super kings ku whistle podu!’ Though he was perplexed with the usage of Chennai and kings…I managed by saying , ‘It s an age-old wish and translates to you’ll have a Chennai- King-like year’. Well, It’s my bit to announce CSK is back, *whistles* *drumroll* Oh you people want to know the ending, well, he didn’t remember it and ended up wishing happy birthday. Such a bummer!
I have many cab stories (I’ll write a dedicated post for that)…So on one fine day, I booked uber. As soon as I sat in, usually I initiate a conversation. On that day, I was preoccupied with something and didn’t pay much attention to the driver. I just sat with the customary ‘Hey! How’ya doin?’ Within few minutes, he asked me ‘Work ah ma? WIFI hotspot on pannata?’ I replied without looking up , ‘Illa na..Thanks!’ And then, it struck! I’m in Charlotte and not in Chennai. Did we actually have a conversation in Tamil? I now looked up with ‘Ada!’ expression. He looked at me in the mirror and said, I’m also an IT employee. Now quit and going to join another company. So now I have a break of 2 months …So driving whenever I feel like! That 20-minute ride felt like the share-auto/cab in Chennai…It was totally a Nyabagam varudhe Nyabagam varudhe scene *wipes tears using disinfectant wipes and reapplies moisturizer*
I called this friend of mine and I heard ‘Shape of You’ playing loudly in a horrible speaker behind. I enquired whether it is her brother at home. She immediately laughed and said ‘ Hey! It’s Amman Koyil thiruvizha time… That’s playing in loudspeakers.’ OMG!!! Amman koyil thiruvizha song :O From Made-In-India to Shape-of-You, what a transformation! Technology has improved so much ðŸ˜›
Now with Rajini entering politics, Kamal entering politics, Vishal entering politics, Vijay entering politics, Ajith entering politics (*Koluthi poduvom* Thenavattu Thangavelus…Ratings…remember? No cross question)…Should I also contemplate standing in elections? Hey, they need a tough competitor you see! ðŸ˜‰

Monday 11 December 2017

Tadaa

These days I feel so embarrassed when someone introduces me as a blogger... Yeah! Though I smile and go, "Well, yeah!  I enjoy blogging." The inner-me yells, "Liar! Liar! Your pants on fire! Use past tense, you liar!" So I thought of giving a glimpse of something/anything/nothing just to say "Tadaaa....I'm here" and then disappear again (by slipping the ring on my finger -show off) :P (Just Kidding)

The ring reminds me that I lost my ring. The ring that I have been wearing from my college is lost...poyindhi...it's gone...poye pochu... Actually, I had an intuition (does that sound creepy?) while I was washing my coffee mug that I should probably consider removing my rings (I wear 4 of them) as they have become very loose. The next day when I returned home from work, it was gone! I went around searching, 'My Precioussss...My preciousss' but no, it was gone! I thought of even sticking a kaana villai notice and also suitable rewards (1 filter coffee+ 2 milkbikis) for anyone who finds my precioussss... But then dropped the idea since no one was ready to print the notice for free :|

Hey, it's not just me..everyone wants free items. With Thanksgiving just done, I realized people liked the free 'mokkai' products better than the ones they pay for. So there was this information that JC Penny (=Pothys) is giving out scratch cards for first 250 ppl that can have $10-$500 in it. Obviously almost all got $10 but still, the queue was almost equivalent to our Tirupathi queue. Doorbusters are even funnier to watch. Doorbusters are nothing but products that will be given at utmost cheap price when the shop opens (2pm- midnight). You'll have ppl standing in the queue for hours like our nursery school admissions. Everyone will have a strategy, yes it is like a war... Dad will instruct his 2 sons to attack from the other 2 entrances and mom will be the spokesperson who will just then find namesake friends and will cut the line to join in the front. So with all this strategy in place, as soon as the doors open, a huge crowd will rush in and pick up things(literally). Each one will have big big dabbas on his shoulder and will be looking for the others...This can definitely be mistaken for some chit-fund company that cheated hundreds and is now ransacked by the public. I thought of taking a video but as soon as the door opened, someone knocked my elbow and there I went diving to save my nexus for the most stunning and safe catch of the year 2017

There is a show called "Konjam Nadinga boss" that cracks me up everytime to see how people deliver the dialogues. The moment I think about yours truly in that shoes...mouth-zipped! I'm terrible at delivering a prepared dialogue. I will start laughing the moment you say start. This is the reason I haven't done even a single Dubsmash video till date. Also for always starring in plays in a role that has no dialogues... A scientist who is just mixing liquids or a deer that jumps around or a sick child who keeps lying in a comfortable bed throughout the play...These are few of my acting experiences. Ask me to speak extempore or host a show, I can do it without the slightest doubt. But delivering dialogues with expressions, never my cup of tea(coffee, in my case :P ). So now having known about my history, geography, physics, let us jump into the story. I was given the information that I'll be featuring in client's year-ending video that'll showcase about my project. I could hear my alter-ego becoming vadivelu and ROFL-ing ,  'Adei Sonamuttha...Pochhaaa'. Well, I somehow managed to deliver it (I think good from the feedback I got). It felt very special to see yourself on a big screen. I was sitting beside a customer-facing person who looked at the screen, then looked at me and asked, 'Is that you?Whoa!' . I turned pink, for sure as I felt my cheeks burning cos of the attention that I was constantly getting...One-day star like one-day CM!

I got this new laptop and I got into testing new all features out of habit. I found bluetooth option was missing. I tried debugging by myself, then resorted to the usual-solution, clear everything, restart. When nothing worked, I pinged the customer care guy. It was my time 11.00 pm. So this guy, after the pleasantries, looked into it and calmly said 'Sorry ma'am! Your laptop doesn't have bluetooth feature. However you can buy one.' I was shocked! How can it not have bluetooth. He woke the QA in me and there was no looking back. I got the specs from the brand's site , marked the bluetooth 4.0 feature in red (Requirement document you see) , attached the complaint and now logged a defect again. Well, it was resolved, of course! It was my QA dawwww moment :P


We had our first snow of the season yesterday…Winter is here! *deep hoarse voice*



Wednesday 20 September 2017

Travel Treaty

This is for an internal blogging contest under the theme friendship.

'Har Ek Friend zaroori hotha hai' is a tagline whereas 'Paaysam sapdunga , Friend' is an emotion. So brace yourself, for this is going to be an emotional post about all the friends who have offered paaysam (kheer) to me. There can be many categories of friends:- School friends, college friends, lunch friends, office friends, saadha-Friends, special-saadha-friends etc. In that, a very special and mostly less-focussed category is travel-friends. The ones who are strangers at 8.31 pm when the train starts, will all of a sudden at 9.31pm say 'Paaysam sapdunga friend' and would benevolently offer his food. After eating, at 11 pm whether you are lying unconsciously with no signs of bags or boasting to him about how you managed to get that extra Rs 2000 during demonetization would be the climax of the story(we can cover that in part 2 if I write). So what are we going to talk about? (1 mark question ).

Assuming that you have all gained that 1 mark, (If not read the first para again as imposition) let me deep dive into the topic. We people are wired as talkative. How on earth can we sit quietly for hours? As soon as we enter the train (ignore the checking who is sitting next to you part and getting disappointed that all are senior citizens around you), we mark our areas by filling in bags in all empty space and waiting like you own not just the compartment but the entire train...As soon as people arrive, you judge how friendly are they by first sight. The second step is passing a smile. Meanwhile, if they are asking you to take your bags, dismissed. No second step, no friendly treaties will be signed at least for a while. So based on their reply smile, we’ll decide to be a conversation starter or main course or dessert (main course- listening, dessert- taking out your air-pillow and claiming your be(i)rth right). Whoever decides to be a conversation starter, this will be the question… “ So… Going to <last stop name>?”. Then you know where it goes. If I write the entire conversation, I will be asking for additional sheets. So if we fast fwd the convo... ‘last stop...work...climate...work...TN politics...national politics… international politics….I have got puliogare and curd rice. Will you share?’ This, in travel terms, is equivalent to ‘Will you be my friend forever (read as 8hrs/Nhrs)’! Irrespective of whether to reply is ‘No no...I have brought chappathi’ or ‘Sure… Give me little to taste...Tiger is my favourite animal...That’s why *sheepish/tigerish smile*’, the strangers become close. The bond is so strong (without fevicol dabba on top ) that TTR will assume all are from the same family. If there are two families in the compartment you’ll have various topics going on. Males will be busy recreating The Hindu, TOI, NDTV, Times Now etc. Women will also be busy, ‘I was asking him to book train after 10 pm. I could have at least seen who is eliminated this week from bigg boss.’ Aunty2: ‘Don’t worry. I’ve asked my friend to text me. I’ll update you immediately. Do you think Oviya will be back?’ The kids will be busy with their virtual humans in their virtual world.
When you are single and you are sharing a compartment with family (elder couple), it is an altogether a different experience. They would try hard to be in your good books and try to make you comfortable. One such experience is as follows (be glad that out of habit I didn’t say PFB the scenario. PFA the picture. Please let me know in case of questions).


I was returning in a day train from my friend’s engagement (I think so!) and had 8 hrs to kill. Elderly couple directly went to step 2 of passing a broad smile as I didn’t have any luggage...just a backpack! As the train started, again, uncle smiled...Aunty smiled...I smiled! Then I looked out of the window, staring at everything that’s moving away from us. Here, they were the conversation starters
Uncle *again smile session repeat* - Meeru telugu-ah?
Me- No uncle… Tamil! *1st ball- bowled* I starred outside again at the nothing in particular
Aunty*covering up*- We are in Chennai for the past 2 years. Nobody believes that we are from Andhra-andi’ *laughs*
Me- Cool! Totally shows! *suppressing all the sarcastic comments I get at that comment*
Aunty- “So do you study or work?”
Me- “Just joined work”

Few regular questions whether you know this guy’s son’s neighbor’s cousin who works in the same company
Then uncle started showing off in front of Aunty about his IT knowledge. Within few hours they started consulting me about all their phone problems. I felt like Tim Cook unveiling iPhone X with the amazement and eagerness with which I was looked upon when I downloaded an app to fix their phone-slowdown issue. (chinna fix but beddha build up ..errr I didn’t take a dig at iPhone :P ) In recognition of my good work, I was offered thattai, murukku and seedai (which I declined cos I didn’t want to lose my backpack..But on second thoughts whether it is seedai or backpack...I chose the obvious...Seedai...duh). Now that we have officially signed the friendship treaty of travel, they started enquiring about the reason for travel, how alone, why alone, will anyone come station to pick up..for every correct answer I got a murukku. I had to excuse myself for some urgent reasons (water...murukku...water...more water) and when I came back there was a mini-war happening. TTR was on his way to my compartment. I followed him, anticipating a missing backpack and elderly couple. To my surprise, uncle was talking animatedly to few men…’No no no...You cannot do this’. As soon as TTR and I entered, he looked at us and said, ‘Sir! Good, you came. These people got in here instead of the unreserved compartment and started claiming the seats in our compartment ( the area has been marked dude!) Our girl  (pointing towards me) is sitting here. This is unacceptable!’ Soon the crowd was dispersed, uncle sat at the corner like guarding the entire compartment while the aunty was offering me more murukku. *laaalaaa...laaaalaa...any bgm*

Not just in the train, recently I was traveling to San Jose and my flight was delayed due to bad weather. The flight that was to leave by 5.30 p.m. finally left by 9pm . So during the wait time, I was just scrolling through my FB newsfeed without paying much attention to what am I reading. That’s when I heard a clearing of throat beside me...There was this middle-aged lady sitting beside. I saw her a few minutes back in 2 rows front of me. She was trying step 2 (smiling). Now she sat beside me, ready to keep herself occupied for next few hours. *Smile session repeat* Going to San Jose? (I wanted to say ...No..bought ticket to jump in the sea on the way but held back...Hunger-cranky-me). ‘Yes!’ followed by a brief smile. She continued.’ I’m also going there. My daughter is there. She is here for 5 years. How long have you been here.’ Me- ‘7 months’. She- ‘Ohh! You are new to the US. *welcome to US speech* followed by *tips and tricks to survive* followed by *Venkatesh Bhatt cooking recipes* . Then she formally started the inquiry session. After a while, again, excused myself, this time just to escape. It is only when I leave, people will gather to create excitement in the air...when I returned, as usual, there was a gathering. I realized snacks and drinks are provided. Hence, the long queue. I went and stood in the mini Tirupathi queue sans the jarugandhi person, for my turn to arrive. That’s when I saw Lord Balaji’s wife waving at me with prasad(That lady’s name was Lakshmi...you get the connection right? No bad words). I went to her like Kamal in partha vizhi partha padi poothu irukka (Video link here- Watch after work hrs.Can’t be blamed for productivity loss :P) Just imagine me as Kamal and that lady as Abirami in video. Instead of 2 ladoos, she gave me snacks and water bottle :P Now I have signed the international-travel-friendship treaty. There was no looking back! Soon, history, geography, civics, everything was discussed in length.

Travel friendship reminds me of Anbe Sivam. A film starring Kamal and Madhavan who get introduced during travel and the story evolves from there about their travel to the destination. One of my most favourite movies. It captures the journey very aptly, bring out the initial apprehension while meeting a weird stranger, that nallavana-ketavana dilema, random act of kindness and finally a bond forever! Recommended watch (if you haven’t till now) for sure!



You may ask me why am I posting zentangle of auto while I spoke about train and flight. The explanation is simple...I have this pic which denotes a means of transport= travel..So I will use it :P

Moral of the story...errr...non-story
You may have chapters about people who play an important role but there are also few pages about such random people with such random memories in your book called life ;)

Monday 18 September 2017

[55F]~ My Dreams on Fire!

This is for an internal blogging contest

Theme: Dream

She heard his boisterous voice about his daughter amidst tadka.
'My daughter does horse-riding, kathak dancing, karate and is also a class topper.'
She smirked, making perfect rotis.
She is now used to being invisible till they wanted an extra roti.
She laid her eyes on her daughter's anklets,  'I too had a dream!'


Thursday 31 August 2017

[55F]~ Lost Identity!

This is for an internal blogging contest.


Sitting by the window, she sighed at the busy beauty salon outside.
A mom was feeding her kid, pointing towards her, threatening about child-eating-monster.
'Monster' has become her new identity.
'Girl survives acid attack'- news blared in the background.
'Another monster is born!' she thought, closing her window and hope to outside world.