Felt real nice using these paints! :)
- V
Monday, November 15, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Pulse
"aama paati! thatha ku paal kudithitten!"(translates to "Yes grandma! I gave grandpa milk!":) ) Sorry people, that was for paati. I am sitting next to her bed. I keep asking her to sleep but she never listens. After a series of wild educated guesses by different doctors, she has been finally diagnosed with Parkinson's. She is just lying down after a tiresome process of having porridge. I think today she ll catch some sleep after all all the physio she got.
Well, has been quite a while since my last post. I was also stuck in hospital a few months back. How did the events go ? Oh yeah! Here goes - one painful wisdom tooth, mild fever, no place for tooth, pulled it out and left with a sore gum, headed to citi center the next day for a meet up, sipped everybody's juices to ease the pain, slept through my way back in the bus and ended up at some arbit bus stand, staggered my way back home with high fever, office bunk day 1, office bunk day 2, office bunk day3, doctor, blood test ,rock bottom platelet count!!, admitted in ICU at ****** hospital!! ICU !! I never thought I ll see one!!! And I am going to be IN an ICU!!Are you kidding me!! Machines, real sick people, some at the brink of death.. I asked them why I was here! They said if your condition is not controlled, it could lead to internal bleeding of organs. I already had blood while puking. So, there I was, in the ICU, reading novels, with this whole bunch of packets of platelets being injected into me. I was having fun looking at everybody and chatting with the doctors. The doctors asked me if I was an athlete coz the pulse rate alarms that were attached to me would start screaming in the night beeping a low pulse rate. Apparently, my resting pulse rate was lower than average, like an athlete. They said its a sign of a good heart and is because of my gymming :) Everything was going on well,until, on that fateful day, the head nurse grew impatient. I guess she was bored with me or may be they needed an extra bed. For some reason, she increased the speed at which the platelets were being injected. I just knew that, suddenly, I was jerking, teeth chattering with blood spurting out of my mouth. It wouldn't stop.I thought I would just die like that. There was no energy in me to summon. It was like all my reservoirs had dried out. My mom , who had come to give me a new novel,stood shocked. I can imagine what she would have gone through. She shouted.. blasted the doctor. The doctor freaked out and asked us to move to Apollo hospital. It was midnight by then. I was taken in a doctor equipped ambulance. With all those bottles and tubes injecting fluids and oxygen into me. And I was brought out of the ambulance, you know in that cinematic style, where the people keep running along with the patient screaming out their name. My mom was running along. Just that she was not screaming, she was crying. So, I ended up in the MICU(most intensive care unit). I was apparently in real bad shape. I couldn't move out of bed to do any toiletry stuff. It had to be in the bed. :( More than anything else, I used to be ashamed to call the nurses for that. Those people are the real saints. I know that, most of us, even if paid a million dollars, wouldn't do such stuff. You really need a brilliant atitude and an overwhelming love for humanity to become a nurse. Anyways, next to me,separated by a screen was a young lady on a life support system. She was cheated by her friend who staged her suicide. She was, by god's grace, somehow saved, but she had lost all senses and lost all connection to the world. Everyday, during visiting hours(one hour a day), when my mom would come and sit with me, her husband would come and play their child's recorded crying and try to wake her up. "Look at me, your kid is here. He played with his truck today.See he is smiling." Poor girl :( My problems were nothing. How can somebody destroy somebody's life like that. What the hell are we made of. Like somebody said, you make all the people in the world throw their problems and pile them up, you would immediately feel ashamed and remove your's from the pile. So, I recuperated, slowly. One day, the nurse came and asked me shall i remove the oxygen mask. I said" no! i am not able to breathe!". She said "ok !your wish!". The next day, I said may be we ll try removing it today. She smiled and said I had switched it off even before asking you yesterday. Its just a little bit of confidence your heart should have in the brain and the body. Our body is capable of so many things, if only the heart would it let it be. Open your mind and heart to everything. This is something I learnt and felt there everyday. So, making long things short, I was then moved into the ICU and then to the normal ward and then to the hospital room. Learning to walk, balance, painful physio for my thrombosis hand, eating nice food(apollo food rocks :D ), friends, phone calls,catching up with office, bla bla bla. .. I was well. And then I got out of hospital and was so pissed off with N and messaged him saying "fyi i am alive". And like they say the rest is history :).
Paati will walk very soon. I just wish her heart would believe that.
- V
Well, has been quite a while since my last post. I was also stuck in hospital a few months back. How did the events go ? Oh yeah! Here goes - one painful wisdom tooth, mild fever, no place for tooth, pulled it out and left with a sore gum, headed to citi center the next day for a meet up, sipped everybody's juices to ease the pain, slept through my way back in the bus and ended up at some arbit bus stand, staggered my way back home with high fever, office bunk day 1, office bunk day 2, office bunk day3, doctor, blood test ,rock bottom platelet count!!, admitted in ICU at ****** hospital!! ICU !! I never thought I ll see one!!! And I am going to be IN an ICU!!Are you kidding me!! Machines, real sick people, some at the brink of death.. I asked them why I was here! They said if your condition is not controlled, it could lead to internal bleeding of organs. I already had blood while puking. So, there I was, in the ICU, reading novels, with this whole bunch of packets of platelets being injected into me. I was having fun looking at everybody and chatting with the doctors. The doctors asked me if I was an athlete coz the pulse rate alarms that were attached to me would start screaming in the night beeping a low pulse rate. Apparently, my resting pulse rate was lower than average, like an athlete. They said its a sign of a good heart and is because of my gymming :) Everything was going on well,until, on that fateful day, the head nurse grew impatient. I guess she was bored with me or may be they needed an extra bed. For some reason, she increased the speed at which the platelets were being injected. I just knew that, suddenly, I was jerking, teeth chattering with blood spurting out of my mouth. It wouldn't stop.I thought I would just die like that. There was no energy in me to summon. It was like all my reservoirs had dried out. My mom , who had come to give me a new novel,stood shocked. I can imagine what she would have gone through. She shouted.. blasted the doctor. The doctor freaked out and asked us to move to Apollo hospital. It was midnight by then. I was taken in a doctor equipped ambulance. With all those bottles and tubes injecting fluids and oxygen into me. And I was brought out of the ambulance, you know in that cinematic style, where the people keep running along with the patient screaming out their name. My mom was running along. Just that she was not screaming, she was crying. So, I ended up in the MICU(most intensive care unit). I was apparently in real bad shape. I couldn't move out of bed to do any toiletry stuff. It had to be in the bed. :( More than anything else, I used to be ashamed to call the nurses for that. Those people are the real saints. I know that, most of us, even if paid a million dollars, wouldn't do such stuff. You really need a brilliant atitude and an overwhelming love for humanity to become a nurse. Anyways, next to me,separated by a screen was a young lady on a life support system. She was cheated by her friend who staged her suicide. She was, by god's grace, somehow saved, but she had lost all senses and lost all connection to the world. Everyday, during visiting hours(one hour a day), when my mom would come and sit with me, her husband would come and play their child's recorded crying and try to wake her up. "Look at me, your kid is here. He played with his truck today.See he is smiling." Poor girl :( My problems were nothing. How can somebody destroy somebody's life like that. What the hell are we made of. Like somebody said, you make all the people in the world throw their problems and pile them up, you would immediately feel ashamed and remove your's from the pile. So, I recuperated, slowly. One day, the nurse came and asked me shall i remove the oxygen mask. I said" no! i am not able to breathe!". She said "ok !your wish!". The next day, I said may be we ll try removing it today. She smiled and said I had switched it off even before asking you yesterday. Its just a little bit of confidence your heart should have in the brain and the body. Our body is capable of so many things, if only the heart would it let it be. Open your mind and heart to everything. This is something I learnt and felt there everyday. So, making long things short, I was then moved into the ICU and then to the normal ward and then to the hospital room. Learning to walk, balance, painful physio for my thrombosis hand, eating nice food(apollo food rocks :D ), friends, phone calls,catching up with office, bla bla bla. .. I was well. And then I got out of hospital and was so pissed off with N and messaged him saying "fyi i am alive". And like they say the rest is history :).
Paati will walk very soon. I just wish her heart would believe that.
- V
Monday, July 26, 2010
Man on the wall :D
A very old painting which i left unfinished! ( I chopped off the unfinished portions :D )- V
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
"take care not to spill it all over"
My career in marketing ensures that im always on the move and the odds are that on any day you would rather find me on a bike,a bus or train than at my office.The other day i was on my way to my hometown,the day being the month end.I was travelling in a superfast train ( i wonder with respect to what ? :) ),not really crowded full of college going kids,dreading to head back to college as usual( aah how i used too hate mondays while in college,sem exams,DISCO,practicals,records,the only good thing was going back to your friends,and yes those naps in your friends hostel room,im yet to find any room as cosy,warm and welcoming as those hostel rooms :)).
ya,so let me get back to what i was talking about.what was it ? ha trains !!
Trains, in our country, are one of the most fascinating and intriguing places to me.Those dirty sleeper coaches,the call of the tiger( chaaya chaaye !! vada vadai !! you know sometimes,its really difficult to comprehend as to what they are roaring about if you cant see what he is selling),those cramped side births,the crowd,the diversity of the people around you and so on an so forth( and not to forget my personal favorite-the pantry)
Oneinteresting place in our trains are the bathrooms,well i know most of you would be thinking that fascinating is hardly the adjective for our stink holes.But what im refering to is the messages people take extra pains to write on those timeless walls :).They range from "ende swantham kalyani !! i loooove you(ernakulam bangalore intercity,coach s1-in case kalyani is reading),to political messages like MR.M sucks in all ways :) ,to call girl(ponu)-9865432198 and the best i have ever read- "i know its difficult but take care not to spill it all over" .
- N
ya,so let me get back to what i was talking about.what was it ? ha trains !!
Trains, in our country, are one of the most fascinating and intriguing places to me.Those dirty sleeper coaches,the call of the tiger( chaaya chaaye !! vada vadai !! you know sometimes,its really difficult to comprehend as to what they are roaring about if you cant see what he is selling),those cramped side births,the crowd,the diversity of the people around you and so on an so forth( and not to forget my personal favorite-the pantry)
Oneinteresting place in our trains are the bathrooms,well i know most of you would be thinking that fascinating is hardly the adjective for our stink holes.But what im refering to is the messages people take extra pains to write on those timeless walls :).They range from "ende swantham kalyani !! i loooove you(ernakulam bangalore intercity,coach s1-in case kalyani is reading),to political messages like MR.M sucks in all ways :) ,to call girl(ponu)-9865432198 and the best i have ever read- "i know its difficult but take care not to spill it all over" .
- N
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Groan!
A beautiful sunny day. Trees moving across. Hey whats going on. Why the darkness. A slow veil seems to draw across over the sunlight. Sensory perceptions are closing. Did you just call out to me. Where am I. Milli seconds, seconds, minutes and more minutes. A ray of sunlight. Aah more of it. Oxygen. I can hear you and you just called me a madcap. Oh this is a bus. What was all that? I need some food. Water and Food. This is better. Why didnt you just tell me this is what you wanted before. Lay back and relax. Kicked! What was that! Who is holding me so tight. Let me breathe. Curled up inside it seems to rise and curl, like a python kills its prey. Intestines squirm. Kick here and there. Paining twisting turning. I groan and whimper. I beg you to leave. You have got what you wanted, you evil eye. You smile with satisfaction and and curl back. I know you are in there waiting to rise again. Bloody acidity and gas problems :( :P
- V
- V
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
women :)
you know women really fascinate or should i say intrigue me(dudes dont come to the conclusion that im hen pecked !! IM NOT !! let me explain :) )
The other day, i was watching a movie (malayalam) with a close friend of mine,it was on the relationship between a mother and her teenage kid,although the movie was avoidable,one point hit me quite hard.women are to be saluted and respected for a lot of attributes,ranging from being more emotionally stable,mature to being the best of managers and multi taskers.if you have ever observed your mom or atleast your girl friends,you can see that they would be talking to you as well as passing comments on what the couple or person next to you is doing :)
( girls !! just kidding :) v u too :) manichidu paa :) )
But on a serious note,i really do think that women make really great managers,you would agree with me if only you could take a look at your moms daily schedule(frankly i have never observed her before 8 am :)).My moms ( and i think most moms )day starts at 4 in the morning,with some weird yoga-art of living-meditation-kung fu ( kidding :) ) combination of exercises.she then manages to find time to pray to all heavenly and earthly gods ( this list is exhaustive ),cook breakfast and lunch for all of us and then leaves for her day at office.So far i have been here for 22 years and i have never gone hungry :)
The same applies to a lot of women in my life -v,my cousins,friends etc,their ability to manage emotions,work,personal life and family is just incredible.
But its not like eve is to be fully saluted,the other day i happened to be travelling in train.i had one of those really uncomfortable side upper berths.sitting diagonally across me on the main lower berth were this group of 50 60 aged women,completely lost in their world of hard core bitching and piping hot gossip( i hate it :) )
when the train stopped at a station,mind you it was damn crowded,a pregnant lady of around 30 years walked in and asked them for a seat to which this particular lady from the group replied saying that she had paid Rs.352 50 paise to reserve her berth and that she wouldn let go of it and to my amusement picked up her heavy luggage,and placed it on the seat :) man !!i have never seen this post my junior kg days :)!! (NO COMMENTS)truly nauseating !!
another unique feature about women is their multiple personality disorder,ability to be nice in front of the person and to gossip about the person the minute they leave.they can fight like dogs but make it up with a irritating crying session :)
But all said and done had eve not been there we would have no where to go to :) (pun unintended)
- N
The other day, i was watching a movie (malayalam) with a close friend of mine,it was on the relationship between a mother and her teenage kid,although the movie was avoidable,one point hit me quite hard.women are to be saluted and respected for a lot of attributes,ranging from being more emotionally stable,mature to being the best of managers and multi taskers.if you have ever observed your mom or atleast your girl friends,you can see that they would be talking to you as well as passing comments on what the couple or person next to you is doing :)
( girls !! just kidding :) v u too :) manichidu paa :) )
But on a serious note,i really do think that women make really great managers,you would agree with me if only you could take a look at your moms daily schedule(frankly i have never observed her before 8 am :)).My moms ( and i think most moms )day starts at 4 in the morning,with some weird yoga-art of living-meditation-kung fu ( kidding :) ) combination of exercises.she then manages to find time to pray to all heavenly and earthly gods ( this list is exhaustive ),cook breakfast and lunch for all of us and then leaves for her day at office.So far i have been here for 22 years and i have never gone hungry :)
The same applies to a lot of women in my life -v,my cousins,friends etc,their ability to manage emotions,work,personal life and family is just incredible.
But its not like eve is to be fully saluted,the other day i happened to be travelling in train.i had one of those really uncomfortable side upper berths.sitting diagonally across me on the main lower berth were this group of 50 60 aged women,completely lost in their world of hard core bitching and piping hot gossip( i hate it :) )
when the train stopped at a station,mind you it was damn crowded,a pregnant lady of around 30 years walked in and asked them for a seat to which this particular lady from the group replied saying that she had paid Rs.352 50 paise to reserve her berth and that she wouldn let go of it and to my amusement picked up her heavy luggage,and placed it on the seat :) man !!i have never seen this post my junior kg days :)!! (NO COMMENTS)truly nauseating !!
another unique feature about women is their multiple personality disorder,ability to be nice in front of the person and to gossip about the person the minute they leave.they can fight like dogs but make it up with a irritating crying session :)
But all said and done had eve not been there we would have no where to go to :) (pun unintended)
- N
Saturday, June 19, 2010
p.s i love you
dweeeeeeeee !! baaaaaaaaaaaaa !!! dude ur sick !!u suck !! ur mad !!!
yen why the hell would she somethin like that !!!
i mean wth man !!
y wud she talk to him, i mean this is the limit !!
well guys who have been in a relation would totally relate with me :) . you know when i first fell in love ( it was a foul :),i even gave her a yelow card ),both of us had a dream like you know one of those laila majnu diwaale dulhaniye chod ke jaayenge :) (p.s :that movie was total b.s )kind of feeling for around i think 2 months.then katrina hit :). ( hurricane guys !! )
reality hit home,job,career,ego,phone bills,ex bfs/gfs ( still on at times :) ),feasibility of the whole thing,parents and believe me a whole lot of problems,but we saiiled through all that.
looking back,we had a great time,and are still having one hell of a time,although we still have minor issues and i hate it when she does certain things or says something irritating,i cant think of us not being together,and neither can she.
for guys who are singles and are still waiting at bus stops,new shirt,flashy jeans with that trying to be casual look ,with a cig in hand !! go home guys,live your life and katrina will definitely sweep you off your feet ( again !! hurricane guys :)).
P.S : I LOVE YOU
- N
yen why the hell would she somethin like that !!!
i mean wth man !!
y wud she talk to him, i mean this is the limit !!
well guys who have been in a relation would totally relate with me :) . you know when i first fell in love ( it was a foul :),i even gave her a yelow card ),both of us had a dream like you know one of those laila majnu diwaale dulhaniye chod ke jaayenge :) (p.s :that movie was total b.s )kind of feeling for around i think 2 months.then katrina hit :). ( hurricane guys !! )
reality hit home,job,career,ego,phone bills,ex bfs/gfs ( still on at times :) ),feasibility of the whole thing,parents and believe me a whole lot of problems,but we saiiled through all that.
looking back,we had a great time,and are still having one hell of a time,although we still have minor issues and i hate it when she does certain things or says something irritating,i cant think of us not being together,and neither can she.
for guys who are singles and are still waiting at bus stops,new shirt,flashy jeans with that trying to be casual look ,with a cig in hand !! go home guys,live your life and katrina will definitely sweep you off your feet ( again !! hurricane guys :)).
P.S : I LOVE YOU
- N
WoooHooo!
Enough of staring at the screen and now down to business! You know those times when you are searching for the right thing to say. Well, most often, if you think too much, you will end up saying nothing or you are too late or the other person is too bored to hear you now or you end up saying some irrelevant nonsense. ok ok ! I know you guessed I am thinking of the right thing to say!
Yeah. So, I just came back from a walk. And I met this kid in the lift. You know in a huge residential complex like mine you get to see thousands of kids and I interact with most of them in the lift. And trust me this is the best place to learn kids better(if you are not a mom or dad of one of course ). :D There are these kids who get in and stick to the wall and drop their face down and stare at you open mouthed. Yeah, I know mommy told you not to talk to strangers, kiddo.You try to smile , but, nope, openmouthed stare it will be. And then there are these kids who come in and look at you with genuine raw curiousity. Which says "how come you are so big man ! what are those things in front of your eyes on your nose man! You ought to be in the zoo man!". And you smile, they stick their tongue out and give a half way smile. Yeah, I know you never smiled at a zoo animal, kiddo. There are other kids who come and say "aunty !which floor"! Damn! There goes my day! I mean any grown up female who is not wearing a skirt or pinafore is an aunty! I dont smile at such kids!! (just kidding :) ). And then there are these kids who come and say "Akka, which floor?". Some even ask "which school, akka ?". Real sweet huh. :) You smile at them, they give you a big grin. And some,well, keep grinning.:) One more category are kids who come in and stick their nose to the entrance of the lift and jump off once their floor comes. Hey hey! I dont have a sack, I won't kidnap you! Well, the list goes on and on. I spend a few more years and concentrate, I can write a thesis on this! Yeah right!Enough of this, back to work!
- V
Yeah. So, I just came back from a walk. And I met this kid in the lift. You know in a huge residential complex like mine you get to see thousands of kids and I interact with most of them in the lift. And trust me this is the best place to learn kids better(if you are not a mom or dad of one of course ). :D There are these kids who get in and stick to the wall and drop their face down and stare at you open mouthed. Yeah, I know mommy told you not to talk to strangers, kiddo.You try to smile , but, nope, openmouthed stare it will be. And then there are these kids who come in and look at you with genuine raw curiousity. Which says "how come you are so big man ! what are those things in front of your eyes on your nose man! You ought to be in the zoo man!". And you smile, they stick their tongue out and give a half way smile. Yeah, I know you never smiled at a zoo animal, kiddo. There are other kids who come and say "aunty !which floor"! Damn! There goes my day! I mean any grown up female who is not wearing a skirt or pinafore is an aunty! I dont smile at such kids!! (just kidding :) ). And then there are these kids who come and say "Akka, which floor?". Some even ask "which school, akka ?". Real sweet huh. :) You smile at them, they give you a big grin. And some,well, keep grinning.:) One more category are kids who come in and stick their nose to the entrance of the lift and jump off once their floor comes. Hey hey! I dont have a sack, I won't kidnap you! Well, the list goes on and on. I spend a few more years and concentrate, I can write a thesis on this! Yeah right!Enough of this, back to work!
- V
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
kitchens bitchin !!
11 : 50 am !!!
man !!bloody !!its 11 :50 !!oh wait !!its 11:51 !!kevalam aa ille !!
why does this guy in the video talk like that?
British accent ha ?
arent they funny !!!
well you see i take decisions fast.It took me 50 mins to decide whether i should actually do this *[an once i had decided there was no looking back:) (wait they dont have smileys ? )],10 mins to decide on the title for my blog,and another 5 mins to go through that instructional video.
well the tittle ha? see like i told you i pondered for 10 mins straight !!couldnt come up with one and then dishum !!why not this?well you see my gfs a tamilian and she loves that thair sadam thingy( I KNOW !!DWEEEEEE) and im a mallu,which i guess explains the meen curry part.
and kitchens bitchin part !! ?? well thats from a movie !! :)
- N
man !!bloody !!its 11 :50 !!oh wait !!its 11:51 !!kevalam aa ille !!
why does this guy in the video talk like that?
British accent ha ?
arent they funny !!!
well you see i take decisions fast.It took me 50 mins to decide whether i should actually do this *[an once i had decided there was no looking back:) (wait they dont have smileys ? )],10 mins to decide on the title for my blog,and another 5 mins to go through that instructional video.
well the tittle ha? see like i told you i pondered for 10 mins straight !!couldnt come up with one and then dishum !!why not this?well you see my gfs a tamilian and she loves that thair sadam thingy( I KNOW !!DWEEEEEE) and im a mallu,which i guess explains the meen curry part.
and kitchens bitchin part !! ?? well thats from a movie !! :)
- N
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