Romancing the books

These days I find myself not reading as much as I used to, but yearn to. My first affair with books began as a child with the Rhymes book. I was not the child who just had the English Rhymes book (and not one, but had many) but I had one in Hindi and Kannada too (though I wish I could read the Kannada one at least now). I think my Mom has saved these. Then I graduated to having "Real" books.... Books about animals, birds, universe, Project tiger---beat that. Loved reading each one of them.

My earliest memories of reading a story book was when my mom and me would walk form our house in CR Layout down the rose garden road under the shady trees in the late afternoon during my summer vacation to go to the City Central Library in Jayanagar (not to be mistaken for the one in South End). We would go there and spend hours looking for books, even reading a few and then we would borrow 2 of them- one for me and the other for my mom. We would do this for the entire summer. These used to be the 10 page books with weird figurines.

This cultivated a habit in me, Thank you amma for it. Then it was the time for the Nancy Drew, Famous five (sorry did not read Hardy Boys) and the numerous Enid Blytons, borrowed from my friend Reshmi and the ever famous library in JP Nagar 2nd phase, Sapthagiri. I say ever famous because ask any one who lived in the JP Nagar area and interested in reading, they would have had a membership with this library at some point.

The teen years were filled with Sydney Sheldons, countless Mills and Boons and Daniel Steels. I also discovered Archer, Cook and Eric Segal and I still enjoy reading their books.

After moving here I have been lost not knowing who to read. I have tried re reading the Classics and a few other authors but I have never hooked on to anyone like I did before. I even gave non fiction a try, but soon understood that fiction is what I like.

Sorry for the long ramble, but this is cause I am not able to decide which book do I read next.... Any suggestions??

Random Thoughts

Am at work, but do not feel like working. Have two pending reports, but instead what do I feel like doing.... Blog!

I have been missing home lately. In fact a little too much. It might be due to the fact that I have not gone home in 2 years (really hard for a person who visited twice in a span of a year and a half) or it could be because, it was a big day in my Mom's life and everybody close to her was around except me or the fact that I am just frustrated sitting around in this small cold town.

All the reasons seem valid. I love to go home, miss my people, Mom is my best friend and I hate sitting at home but am home bound here. Again why did I move here. Oh! That's right I have a job here at TWFMC. It is a great job, but I don't know if I want to do this for the rest of my life. But then again, what do I want to do then. No CLUE!!! Added to this confusion in my pea sized brain is the fact that I have struggled so much to survive over the last 2 years that I do not enjoy anything. Everything is morbid. At the end of everyday I question myself is it worth it. The answer is hazy. But soon I know it will be clearer an am waiting for it.

Never mind the rambling, will get going. Guess should at least start working on the report.

I am Backkkkkk

It has been about a year and half since I blogged last. When I started to blog it was just to pen my thoughts and soon saw that it was a new fad. This made me want to get of the scene. In this time, my life has been exciting and also quite set to a routine. The excitement in always had reached a level where I thought to myself, “Enough God! I just want a normal, boring life”, like a heroine in an ever optimistic bollywood cinema. But true to it, my life has not been any less interesting than Hindi cinema. It had the drama, the action, the rona dhona, positive change and hopefully a happily ever after.

Now that my life is a little bit more settled with a well balance routine of work life and managing a house, I hope to be better at penning my thoughts down. Also honestly, I feel I need a hobby too. I am going crazy, not doing anything but work. So hopefully it would be a good stress buster. I can right now think a week worth of topics that I can talk about, some random thoughts and some highly opinionated views (mostly not meant to offend anyone, but yet it may!!!)

Some one rightly said, “What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new. Right now.” Keeping this in mind and with a new positive attitude, I am going to restart to write.

“It’s Spring Already”

After staying in Buffalo for more than a year and half, one thing I miss the most about Bangalore is the weather. Here in Buffalo it is winter for almost 8 months of the year of which it is snowing for about six months. During these months I feel that I hibernate. I yearn for warmer days and any colour. And even the people do not dress brightly during these winter months. The colours of the season are predominantly white and shades of grey. This also causes some amount of depression in the minds of the people living here.

But all these things that I am cribbing about just came to an end. It’s Spring time!!! It is warmer and more colourful. It might sound like a cliché but these days I wake up to brighter, earlier mornings and to the birds chirping on the tree branches just outside my window. The trees have bloomed and the lilies are out. It is such a picturesque season. The mood of the people is elated. They wear brighter colours and are much happier. How I love this season. I wish it stayed like this all the time.

"The Cuppy cake song"

Just yesterday I was talking to a very close friend of mine and she told me about the “Cuppycake song” by Amy Castle which she recorded when she was about 3years old. The song goes this way:

You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum

Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my Sweetie Pie

You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop

Snoogums-Boogums, You're the Apple of my Eye

And I love you so and I want you to know

That I'll always be right here

And I love to sing sweet songs to you

Because you are so dear

I am sure that many people have come across it and have seen the videos of this song posted on youtube. If not I would say go ahead and watch it. It is really beautiful. I liked it so much that I immediately Googled it up and found the lyrics and a site dedicated exclusively for the song. In the site her mother says she wrote the song for her daughter thinking of all the sweet names her parents had called her and sweet names she called her daughter Amy.

After reading this I tried to remember what were the sweet names my parents called me. My mother had a very weird way of expressing her feelings. She used to call me “Goobe” (which in Kannada means an owl) with lots of love. She used it so often that apparently when I was just about 2 years old I was convinced that it was my name and when some one had come home and asked me what my name was I matter of factly had said “Goobe”. That is the last I was called any sweet name. From then on I have always been called by my first name and I am sure this will continue. Am I glad and so thankful to my parents for it, else probably I would still be mistaken about my name.

"No Country for Old Men"

On Saturday, me along with a friend of mine went to watch this critically acclaimed and Oscar winning movie, finally. For those who don't know I am a movie buff. I am writing about it because was a great experience.

This is how my evening goes. I was utterly bored with nothing to do, which is not unusual these days to me. To make my evening my friend wanted to shop, so we went to "Wal-Mart, The Super Center". As usual when we go out we need to grab a bite, hungry or not. So there we were sitting in Mac Donald's eating fries, and we decided to catch a movie. My friend had heard about this theater which showed movies for real low price(no this is not the dollar theater). We reached there for the 7:45 show to watch "No Country for Old Men". The tickets were half the price. That itself had me excited. (You see I am still a student in the US and not earning!!!)

The movie was two hours long. But it did not get boring. Javier Bardem, I think has done a great job as a psycho killer. Many things in the movie impressed me. For one, I was surprised the way he kills (very strange). There is this one scene in which Tommy Lee Jones is talking to the character played by Barry Corbin in which he expresses his inability to stop the bad things that are happening around him and he not being in control of them ('cause he is the town's sheriff) to which Barry Corbin says that it has been happening for decades that people disregard their own fellow men and that he or no other person could do anything about it. This impressed me a lot for two reasons. Metaphorically speaking, this happens to every one. How much ever you want things to be under your control it does not, but still we do not stop and continue trying to gain control. The other reason being what the character of Barry Corbin said of getting hold of oneself, accepting that it has been happening and will continue to happen and that it is not in our control. The dialog has a sarcastic tone to it, which impresses me even more.

All in all a well made movie. Next in my list to watch is "Sweeney Todd". It has my favorite actor so looking forward to watching it.

Wanted to try out!!!

Everybody I know is into blogging these days and some of them have been for a few years now. I have read many; never thought I would be blogging too. But here I am. I have some free time on hand these days and also I am lonely and bored. Writing always helps. So that is why I have decided to blog. Lets see how regular I will be and how many thoughts I would be able to pen down.

Here goes nothing :)