Advent of the JINXED tomatoes!!

I really can’t understand what is it with me and tomatoes. A couple of months ago my sister-in-law had asked me to buy 1 kg of tomatoes & 1 kg of onions on my way back home from office. So I bought them in two separate polythene bags. But when I reached home, the onions were intact but there was just 1 tomato left in the other bag. Apparently I had dropped midway and never realized it. I must have been thinking deeply about something else. My whole family was baffled as to how I could possibly not realize the gradual loss in weight in my hand. The mystery remains unsolved till date. That was then!

The tomatoes haunt me again.

This evening mom asked me to buy 1 kg of tomatoes, some green masala (curry leaves, coriander leaves, green chilies & ginger). Since she had not been home, dinner wasn’t cooked. I suggested she rather not stress herself with the cooking and I shall get some food packed. Now I go to the restaurant, place the order. I need to wait some 15 minutes till my parcel is ready. So to kill time, I call up Amol and recall the tomato blunder. He advises me to click a snap of the bag then n there itself, so that when I reach home there will be a different story altogether. I pay no heed. I start gazing at the people entering the restaurant. I need to kill time remember. Then I start going through the menu card trying to find out spelling mistakes (blame it on professional hazards). My parcel is ready. Mighty pleased, I walk away paying the bill. Board a rickshaw and I am on my way, rather happy that I didn’t have to endure much ordeal in getting one. By the time I have crossed 3/4th of my journey, I realize there’s something missing….DARN!!!!

Today - Blue Berry Cake Icecream!!

Yesterday went on a trip down ROCKY ROADS!

It hurts...

Yesterday the strings just snapped off while my teacher was tuning it... I almost had a heart stroke... Oh man! it hurts so much, I can't write no more.. Will have to fix it asap...

Stay away you filthy humans..

Say hello to the first angel in my family... the niece of my younger sister-in-law..

Half knowledge is a dangerous thing.

Damn hillarious...

A guy was seated next to a little girl on the airplane when the
stranger turned to her and said, "Let's talk. I've heard that Flights
go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger."
The little girl, who had just opened her book, closed it slowly and
said to the guy, "What would you like to talk about?"hmmmm... "How
about nuclear power?" said the guy."OK". she said. "That could be an
interesting topic.
But let me ask you a question first. A Horse, a Cow, and a Deer all eat
grass, the same stuff. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow
turns out a flatpatty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why
do you suppose that is?"
The guy thinks about it and says, "Hmmm, I have no idea."
The girl replied... "Do you feel qualified to discuss nuclear power
when you don't know shit?"

Axe That!!

Buon Giorno Vito Corleono!

Yes!! I finally managed to get the Godfather theme music on my violin...

Back2Back

Friday me and my office gang went out on a movie rampage.... yeah back 2 back movies.. after a very loooooong time... but it was great... whenever I have indulged myself in such an endeavour, both the movies always stand at extreme ends.. Shoot 'em up and No Smoking (thought it was highly inspired the Michael Douglas starrer The Game) ...must say John Abraham is a real droooooool material :-p ..I don't know why.. invariably it's always the case that the first movie is kick-ass while the second is just an ass of a movie... but at the end of it all... it's the thrill of doing something crazy that really matters...

Welcome to the Deadly Gallows!!

At first glance it might remind you of the execution days back in the early 20s. Well! come to think of it, a trip aboard a Virar Local train (Luggage Compartment) at rush hour is no less a suicide mission.. Mind you, this was only 1/6th of the rush-hysteria!!

Talking is a primitive form of communication.

Aren't we glad we don't belong to the stone age?!

What if there are no coincidences in life?

Saw M.Night Shyamalan’s SIGNS yesterday for the second time…when I saw it for the first time some years ago…it was a complete bouncer…the other day a friend of mine was raving about his movies, so was hoping to watch it again to see if Signs made Sense at all. Luckily Zee Studio is running a Shyamalan Movie special this entire month… Voila! Was done with all my chores and there I was at 10:30 sharp.. Thank God! The India- Australia match got over right on time and INDIA won…yaayyyy!!! Brightened my mood as well.. and mom was mighty pleased to hand over the remote control to yours truly.. anyways coming back to the movie… Must hand it to Shyamalan for his brilliance in the usage of Pacing and Silence… When Mel Gibson retorts “Father…..please don’t call me father” that’s where I presumed.. the movie must be more or less about faith retrieval saga …..personally I am not that big a fan of sci-fi movies… Whatever little that I know of the UFOs and aliens.. this movie was rather amusing in the sense that the aliens in question out here had not planned beforehand. Aren’t they supposed to be super intelligent, visionaries well endowed with all the techno-gyaan?? But here they could be apparently defeated by something as simple as a pantry door?? They can’t stand water…hhmmmm..fair enough but hey!! Did it rain everywhere at once for them to call off the invasion?? These alien bodies who had actually traveled from god knows where, who had the capability to make their ships invisible ….didn’t they for once consider, rather ponder over the fact that they were about to invade a planet with 71% water??? Hhmmmm ..makes me question my faith in the UFOs hehehehe…
…what struck me most was the explanation he gives to his brother Joaquin Phoenix on being asked for a few words of comfort, …There are two groups of people in this world. Those who believe that there is someone up there watching over them, that someone will always protect them. For this group there are signs and miracles, no coincidences in life. The second group believes that the world behaves in a random manner. Good things simply indicate favourable luck factor. Deep down this group feels, whatever happens, ultimately they are on their own. And this is exactly what fills them with fear.
Which group do you identify with??

Took the driver for a ride!

Living in Mumbai and to have home and work place situated in close proximity can be a boon in disguise for a zillion Mumbaikars, but for me it's a nightmare. I stay approximately 10 minutes from my office (if am travelling by an autoRICKshaw... don't aske me the distance in terms of miles or kilometres). Both are the opposite ends... east & west.. same locality though. Now in Mumbai each locality has east & west.. seperated by the railway tracks...there is no concept of North & South (I am talkin about each locality, mind it) per se. I have no other option but to go by a rick to and fro Office. It's a good 50 mins walk (if you were to consider my pace, which is say 20% faster than that of a snail)

No direct bus route either. And if it's really one of my lucky days... my brother drops me midway till. A considerable amount of money saved. Now to ask a rickshaw to take me home is nothing short of excruciating pain. I just have to tell them Santacruz east..and you should see the look on their face... you can actually visualize the protagonist from the movie 300 raging towards you with a 200 pound spear. Every day i have to endure such an agony. And I hurl out quite a few abuses at times. More than often I tweak my request saying the name of my building (the odds are almost 100 to 1 that he would know). At times the demand is University Road (now here I shout University..but subtly spell out Road) so when am actually on the university road and ask him to divert towards the left..the driver is confused .. 'Madam, didn't you say you wanted to go to University?” ..I retort “No ways, why would i go there at this time in the night.. I said University ROAD.” .. Gotcha... Now that trick failed... cos one of the guys actually stopped midway saying he won't go... How dare he!.. so i just walked out after a big argument... never paid the fare of course.. he hurled abuses to which i turned a deaf ear...The next trick was to just board th rickshaw... midway when he would ask what's the destination, I would say.. I will guide you.. as i don't know the name of the place.. nowhere do i mention it's in the EAST... the minute he crosses the subway.. he would get frustrated.. why didn't you tell me it was east.. well.. Is there any written rule that mentions that rickshaws can't travel to the east.. As long as I am paying the right fare, why should it be a problem?? ..even that trick seems to have backfired... Cos after a tiring day at work, I really am not in a mood to be at the receiving end of somebody's tantrums..which brings me to last night's fool proof idea... I boarded the rickshaw and asked him to take me to Chembur which means a GOOD revenue for the rickshaw driver. He happily agreed. So when I was just a 100 metres away from home, I mute my Cell phone (what if someone calls me at that time?? it would be a flop show right??), start the conversation a bit loudly so that he can hear me... in hindi so that he can understand me.. Am supposed to be talking to a friend of mine. So I start with how's the preparation going on.... apologize for the delay ..and that I should be at her place in say about half an hour.. The suddenly i shriek out a surprise scream.. The party ic cancelled ..how come... blah blah.. so there's no point going all the way to Chembur after all eh.. Damn..Out of frustration I request the rick driver “Boss, please divert from here towards the left (now i am on the university road) .. no point going to Chembur”... he is pissed off as well but what to do... The Customer is always right!! .. I reach home.. without being subjected to any abuses or tantrums... Mighty pleased indeed...Shall update when the plan backfires..

Once in a while, everyone deserves a break!

To Heal is a Big Deal!

My mom had great expectations from me. She hoped that someday I would make her proud by becoming either a doctor or a teacher. These two in her opinion (and of a zillion other people) were supposed to be the noblest profession among all others. Patience has never been my forte which is why I decided against becoming a teacher. And as for choosing medicine, I found it too complicated a subject to pursue. Mathematics was easy as it never involved remembering too many names or theoretical studies. Just get the fundamentals right and Voila! you are done with it.
Coming to the point... the other day, I paid a visit to a dermatologist. One of my friends had recommended her name to me. Her assistant doctor asked me a series of questions. Though I had an appointment, I still had to wait a good 45 minutes before she saw me. A few medicines were prescribed, not to mention an list of diet restrictions... The clinic apparently had an in-house store from where I could get the medicines. I almost had a heart attack when the guy at the counter billed be a whopping Rs. 2000, not to mention the additional Rs.1200 as the consultation charges. Mannnn!!! that means almost Rs.200 for a minute... considering she spent just 7 minutes with me... Whatever happened to the school of thought that being a doctor meant NOBLENESS, healing the needy, serving mankind, working towards the betterment of the society, not drilling people's income..:-(

No Hidden Surprises??!!

What's in a name?

That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
So said the great Shakespeare. If only he had met me before making claiming such a thing. They call yours truly as SUNISHA KUNJAPPAN...the latter being my last name..not surname mind you!!..now Sunisha, interpreted in Sanskrit terminology as Su=Auspicious + Nisha= Night …Oh how I wish my folks had named me something like Suspicious Night..;-)Not that I don't like my name it's just the way people react to it...so often mistaken as Sunita (very often) Samiksha..duhhh.. Suneeksha... my 8th grade teacher used to address me as Sushmita. I do admire her but pleeease... That was the time when she was crowned Miss Universe.. so I guess it's not my teacher's fault after all.. and the worst is when they baptize me as Suni SHAH. not a gujju for heaven's sake. My ex-colleagues used to have this never ending discussion... pondering if I had to marry a Gujrati with the last name as Shah, so what would my name be... Sunisha Shah..ahem... Talk about worst case scenario, I actually bumped into a guy some few years ago... intelligent, suave, witty, charming and .... everything was perfect, I was completely, bowled over ... till he introduced himself.. Hi, SUNISH here.... duhhhh .. i could literally imagine falling off from the Alps...

My First Blog!!

A Writer’s Blog or should I rather say a Writer’s Block as I really can’t think of any topic to begin with. It was after much convincing that I actually went about creating this blog. All thanks to a dear friend who went about the pains to help me create it. I often come across people who find it rather weird that me being a writer does not have a blog. Awww come on now. I don’t quite understand the big deal behind not having a blog. But then again I don’t quite understand the big deal behind having a blog either. So here it goes… maybe if you come back after a month or so… I’d be able to tell you about the experiences (if at all I decide to be a regular blogger)…