F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

My favorite serial, an all-time favorite! I remember the first time I chanced upon this serial . I was doing my own thing with my cousins, when suddenly they dropped everything they were doing and started glueing themselves to the television. I was like..."hey, what the hell, we still haven't finished this game of scrabble!" And they were just not bothered. I had no choice but to watch the episode. I quite liked it, but then didn't quite understand what was going on, and I thought it was 'slapstick comedy'! Oh my god! thinking of it right now, makes me laugh!

That was the start of a beautiful journey of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. I picked up as many CDs as possible during that trip, watched them over and over again, to basically get the plot. And finally realised that there was no plot!!! (Remember...am partially blonde???) Its just about these six guys hanging around and sharing a beautiful friendship!

It is just so magical the way the six of them (Rachel, Monica, Phoebe, Joey, Chandler and Ross) stick together all the time, discuss everything under the sun, yet have their own personal lives. They intrude into everything, they have their own likes and dislikes, they are a very closely knit group, they share clothes, they hibernate in Monica's apartment, they watch Ugly naked guy, and they make funny remarks about each other. Yet, they are the best of friends. They date other people on and off, yet come back to their personal group.

I have watched each and every episode ever since and by now, I know the dialogues as well, by heart. And trust me when I say this!

But now, am sad. F.R.I.E.N.D.S. is over. Season 10 was the last, and its over now. This was the best comedy ever made. Kudos Team Warner Bros. Kudos, David Crane, Marta Kauffman, and Kevin Bright. Good luck to the artists for their future endeavours! I love you guys! And miss you...

Brazeeeelll, anyone???

The world cup fever is on, and it has surprisingly become mandatory for all bloggers to write a piece on the game. Since I am practicing writing blogs these days, I decided I give it a humble try as well. I might not be a football fanatic but I do watch the game, especially when my fav team Brazil is on!

There is a bet going on among my friends that this time it would be Argentina would be the champions of the game. However, I beg to differ slightly. Deep down, I know that Brazil is not doing a good job. Did you see the earlier matches??? My god! It was just sheer luck! But I have to differ. I have to be taking my own stance on the game. I know that Ronaldinho, Ronaldo and Carlos will lead the team to be winners. And hey, did you guys watch the ads that were doing the rounds...wah! mazaa aa gaya. Look at the power of those ads, where Brazilians try kicking the ball at the green room, and suddenly when the time was up, they decide to pray before heading to the ground. Look at the patriotism.

And speaking about patriotism, I was telling this person the other day, yaar, tell me something, India has over a billion people, can't they generate 11 players outta that??? Isn't this something we need to be questioning ourselves??? Thats mind boggling statistics!

Anyway...I am planning to cheer for the Brazilians this time as well. ANyone joining me here?? And I have plans to watch the game with full tashan! Just like how germans would be doing now!

Dubix, it seems, now saves on breath
Is momhood a wretched drain on her mirth?
Or is it she is pressed for Father Time
I wonder quick, in meter and rhyme!
- N. Madhavan

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Just when I shed mah halo, and practised some modesty
In comes this woman, calling me Your Majesty!
And then, in the grapevine, I hear things dubious
That Dubix thinks I'm eccentric; I'm furious!
Perhaps twas said, as they say, in jest
With that I put my lingering doubts to rest
Now that her appellation, makes me royalty
I might just find her words, just mah cup o'tea
- N. Madhavan
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There were trying times, when I pondered
In the overload of info, I wondered
How I do I get myself across?
(Without sounding loud or gross)
Amid a cackle of mails and messages
And the chaotic mess that presages
Was a desire to be a little heard
While not sounding vain or absurd
Meter and rhyme then came to my aid
I tried some verses, broke off from the staid
They often work well, even when scribbled quick
They raise a brow, a laugh, sometimes sound slick
I thank the Lord, the venerable Creator
Then you my lady, a true appreciator
So odes come flying for girlfriends who put pressure
And then occasionally, to the Mother of Tiyasha!

Now it can be said, with a measure of confidence
Having examined her, as it were, with a lens
That the lady in question: mind, body and face
Did indeed deserve my verse and my praise
With my share of meeting, and gauging
I found her elegant, and to boot, engaging
Peddling in style, her Hispanic wares
Porcelain mystique from a medieval lair!
Manicuring her time to mind a lil child
(Motherhood does tame a woman so wild!)
Just as well, I say, she likes a turn of phrase
It does (her husband would argue) make a good case
Down-to-earth sense, mixed with the regal
The poise of a gazelle, wings of an eagle
I doff my hat then, to say: Nice meeting ya
- N. Madhavan
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(P.S.: written to me by Maddy. Dubix is me...my log in name on ryze networking!)

(Psst...How much I love to brag about myself!!! Haa...see, now you know why you say am the pampered one???)

Say a li'l prayer for you..

My heart works extra time when I think of you
My mind says, I'll follow the heart, when I feel you,
My body feels this overwhelming want to hold you
My eyes feel its a treat when they see you.

I wish I could hug you and kiss you,
I wish I could hold your hands and walk with you,
I wish I could protect you from the thorns when you keep your steps
I wish I could understand how and what you feel
I wish I could stay thinking of you...

My wish is to say a li'l prayer for you,
My wish is to wish for good things and pass the wish to you...

Silence...

Oh dear love,
Your silence is killing me,
I can hear the silence
Of yo silent love.

Oh silent dreams,
You came so silently
You left an impact in my mind
Strongly but Silently

Oh silent faith
Why is it so important
To keep up with this faith
And to keep it, silently

Oh silent breeze,
You spoke to me
About the person I love
Silently...

How could an angel break my heart? by Toni Braxton..Truly one of my favorites

I heard he sang a lullaby
I heard he sang it from his heart
When I found out thought I would die
Because that lullaby was mine
I heard he sealed it with a kiss
He gently kissed her cherry lips
I found that so hard to believe
Because his kiss belonged to me

How could an angel break my heart
Why didn't he catch my falling star
I wish I didn't wish so hard
Maybe I wished our love apart
How could an angel break my heart

I heard here face was white as rain
Soft as a rose that blooms in May
He keeps her picture in a frame
And when he sleeps he calls her name
I wonder if she makes him smile
The way he used to smile at me
I hope she doesn't make him laugh
Because his laugh belongs to me

How could an angel break my heart
Why didn't he catch may falling star
I wish I didn't wish so hard
Maybe I wish our love apart
How could an angel break my heart

Oh my soul is dying, it's crying
I'm trying to understand
Please help me

How could an angel break my heart
Why didn't he catch my falling star
I wish I didn't wish so hard
Maybe I wished our love apart
How could an angel break my heart

The Da Vinci magic continues...

I have always been fascinated by Christianity, not just the religion, but the preachings, the mysteries and the simplicity. I have been a student of English literature at a 'college with a convent attitude'. I studied at Stella Maris College, one of the best colleges run by Catholic missionaries. And I was one among the very few non christians to attend the retreats, the readings and pray at the church everyday before classes. My interest in christianity triggered off with the visit to shrine Velankanni, a popular church near Nagapattinam. Dad was particularly interested in visiting this church every year and light candles. And I became familiar with the walls of the church, with the smells, with the cross and with Jesus Christ.

Anyway, my liking to the religion led me to watch the movie a second time. Yes, i have read the book, the sequels and the non-fiction version, I have seen the Gospel of Judas, and I have browsed through internet sites to figure out the myth behind the controversies.

I had to watch it a second time. There was no other way. I had to figure out how Mary Magdelene was meant to carry the church forward. I had to figure out how Jesus' blood trail still exists to this day. I had to figure out about Opus Dei that started as a cult in 1939. All these are still vague in my mind. And I dare not ask any stauch Catholic answers to any of these queries. They might just sue me for slaughtering their religion.

And I am still thinking of these mysteries, and I am yet to find answers to most of them. How could the church suppress these harsh facts?

Answers, anyone???

Of expectations and heart breaks...

This is one topic I have always felt I am on the stronger side. I have been usually quite ok with break ups, and really did not take the extra baggage forward. And I quite could not understand why people wanted to drag past memories to the future. As far as I am concerned, I live in the present, and not care about what the future holds for me.

Something very strange just happened. A friend of mine (I don't think its appropriate to name people here) called me to tell me that she and her so called boyfriend had a "talk". A talk about their relationship, a talk about the path forward, a talk about the stress it gave each other. And I did feel bad, actually aweful for the couple. And I always thought that this couple were cool and hip and happening, and they were so much in love. They would call each other at least a 10 times to say they loved each other. They would drive around the city and felt extremely comfortable with each other. They would yap about any topic, and laugh about their flaws.

Yet they had a strained love affair. And I exactly know the reason why. Its due to expections, its due to extremely contrasting views on love and marriage and life and future, its due to the time they dont get to be with each other. And also, not living the moment, but thinking of the future.

I ask myself, why do people expect their loved ones to do what they feel like? I cant find an answer to this, and I am no expert on this topic, since I expect a lot from my loved ones as well.

And the conclusion to this cute li'l love affair was a break up. One so bad that am sure both of them cannot stop thinking of each other, yet they need to pretend that they are angry with each other.

A mask to wear here...