In Fond Memories of SRM!

I am blogging after close to 8 months, there had to be something really really dramatic in my life that would encourage me to blog again! And yes it did happen… I am writing this post for my roommate of 2 and half years, who left us recently for greener pastures :-P.

SRM, as we proudly call her was the guy (oops... she was christened ‘Uncle’ @ Suryalanka) of our Hyderabad family. One can venture out as late as 2 am assured that when she is around, she will bail us out of trouble. In one of our other failed ventures as roommates, we started a blog in which we decided to maintain an anonymous status. Oh btw, the blog lasted one post. The other day Shanky & I checked out the blog post after remembering the blog name with great effort. The blog had received Zero visits :-(. In the interest of our (almost) non-existent reputation I will not disclose the name of the blog.

Well each day is an adventure with her. Her weird theories of lifting your butt when the 4 of us went on a steep road in a puny rickshaw, so that the rick could make it to the top of the hillock. Her endless fights with all the tailors at Hyd (Sadoo & I would find one with great difficulty.) She was felt up by a male security guard at IMax when she rushed in for a movie in tracks with her helmet on.

The endless trips that we planned (a lot of which could not happen.) And for a few which we did make, the innumerable adventures and mishaps we had, would all remain glorious memories.

Her fear of heights, flights, crossing the road, and sweaty palms
Her cell phone(s) or rather the lack of them & their sagas,
Her debit card mis-placements,
Applying for a pan card after the HR threatened to stall all her future pay checks,
Her Vodafone outstanding bills and the court summons she recieved for them,
Her shopping for clothes & forgetting about them after wearing them just once.

When the old house owner asked us for extra rent she said told him that he had one leg in the grave and had the heart to ask us for more money, when we were just starting our life.

Her walking into the old owner's house with her Shoes on (when we were prohibited to do so) when they were not around, and slipping and falling hard!

Her living out of the suitcase (btw, this is not figurative, it is literally.) Every Monday morning SRM would come back to Hyd and keep her Suitcase right in the center of the bedroom and it would continue to remain there till the end of the week till she would take off to another place yet again alternatively one of us would have tripped over it and fallen and then decided to place it on the side of the room.

Our Mission to clean the stinking refrigerator (just a little context here, the milk leaked out from the tray and accumulated at the bottom of the fridge, we ignored it till we started throwing up due to the smell.) We dismantle the tray and then SRM threw the dirty water on 2 passing guys on the road, who were trying to act smart.

Our Endeavor to shoe away the invading pigeons from our bathroom. When we did not have a ladder to see what was going on, 2 of us ended up lifting Shanky to take a look.

She is non stop entertainment for you! Like we say Sruthi has transformed each one of us (for better or for worse only time will say.) She 'trips' life and spreads her enthusiasm around.

She is going to transform another sane life very soon! We all would pray for HIS Sanity & wish him a great (& smooth) transformation.

SRM the Great!

What a DaY!!!

I was super excited bout the weekend. But, it is so true when people say 'it truly wasn't your day!' Today was one such day. I know the probable reason too, I got up by seeing Saru's face first thing in the morning (Sorry Saru but this seems to be the only reason ;-) I had promised to drive her to Citibank before 12 as it was a half day today. So she woke me up, make breakfast and we left by 10.30. Halfway through, my bike's fuel got exhausted when we were on top of the flyover ( I know if my dad ever reads this blog, he will confiscate my bike, he always gets mad at me for not fueling my bike well in advance. He says that you must fuel your bike as soon as the fuel indicator is in the red zone, but I always ride my bike only in the red zone) ok so getting back to the main topic, with great difficulty, I pulled the choke and reached the fuel station. Then came the series of traffic jams. It was so crazy! at 11 on a Saturday morning we encountered so many traffic jams. Then we reach the bank and then Saru madam tells me I wanted the address proof from the bank for my passport application. Madam didn' t even remember that she had not given her residential address for the Citibank account application coz we did not have a home at that time. She never bothered to tell me why she needed to go to the bank and I over estimated her sensibility and did not bother to ask her. Please remember to whack me whenever I over estimate Saru's sensibility ever again! So that trip was just a waste. Then came our discussion about our lunch eat out. In between all this, we bought tickets for the evening show of the movie Flashback of a Fool. Finally, exhausted, we lunch, reached home and crashed. We got up and left to watch the movie. The movie was the highlight of the day! As both of us like Daniel Craig we decided to watch this movie also there was no other movie to watch other than Hello and Karzz. Saru being more English than the Queen herself banked on this movie and I complied.Our first trigger that some thing was wrong should have been when we got top row tickets for a Saturday evening show at PVR. The movie started with an opening gross sex scene. I asked Saru if by any chance it was a porn movie!! but then we assured ourselves it was not. God! the movie just went from bad to worse. It was so super slow and boring. Even the flash back was shoddy! I could not take the torture after half an hour and started cracking my own jokes, Saru being Saru, laughed at my PJs too. BTW, she is the only person who honors my PJs and laughs dutifully towards them. I wonder if she actually understands them ;-P. Ok coming back, I even took a nap for half an hour, then came the best part of the movie, the interval! Me and Saru ran out of the movie for our lives, never to return again. I cannot imagine how that movie ever got suitable viewership rating of 15 yrs and above. Moral of the story, never venture to watch a movie without checking out the reviews and that too from a trusted/unadulterated reviewer.
We had throbbing headache and decided to treat ourselves to Pizza. When we reach Pizza Hut we aw a huge waiting line for tables. We got a table after a while and then our mood improved. We went to the ice cream shop which we used to frequent while we were at the guest house for nostalgia sake! We are back home and Saru has gone to wash 2 buckets of her clothes at 12.30 in the night! Before you wonder why we do not have a maid, that is another tragic story, we have had 6 maids in the past one year. Our maid attrition rate is greater than Infosys too. No maid sticks for more than a month. We have tried pampering them by giving them Elizabeth Arden perfumes and Real Fruit juices, to win their loyalty. But these people run away. Poor Saru will wash her clothes now and as always, it will mandatorily rain and her washed clothes will get drenched for another 2 days. So this was the end of a sad Saturday. In the hope of a better tomorrow, I am signing off :-)

PS: After reading this post Saru is so mad at me that she has put up her status message as 'I hate you idiot.. Tomorrow no french toast for breakfast.' when she is sitting 2 feet away from me. Poor me!! I don' t think my optimism for a better tomorrow is going to come true anytime in the near future :-(

Happy Birthday Saranya!!

On Saru's Birthday in the night and at the Our Place Restaurant on
20th Sept ' 2008. This collage has been created using Picasa 3.0.
Isn't it really cool?? ( I meant Picasa 3.0 here, not my collage :P )

AWAY FROM HOME

This was the first time that I was going to staying away from home. I had to relocate for my first job from Bangalore to Hyderabad in July last week last year. Seems like just yesterday, it was initially fultoo exciting and fun when I was staying in the company guest house for almost 3 weeks with my other outstation colleagues, who had joined the company along with me. But, when I started looking out for places to stay I realized the complexity of the situation. Thank God! I met my roomate in the flight to Hyderabad. She was from my own college but we had never met in the three years of our degree. We went out apartment hunting from the next day we reached Hyd. And then as the wise men would say 'welcome to reality!' it dawned on us. The brokers were so lazy and hopeless. they would say, 'if we find something we will let u know, but do not rely on us. You carry on your own hunt.' We went to the most pathetic houses that one can not even imagine being livable. Finally, after a lot of persitence and persiverence, we found 'our' house. Our parents did offer to come over and help us look for places and settle down. But we were adamant on doing it all by ourselves, otherwise parents would have come here and went their frustration (of not finding a house and being away form their jobs for so long) on us! Thats what happened with another colleague, whose folks came over to get her settled. It was a nightmare for her to handle her parents and hunt for houses. Finally, we found a 'good' house. It is a duplex. The owner, an old couple stay downstairs and we the 'devils' live above. I remeber our first shopping expedition to Big Bazaar. We 3 house mates went shopping and picked up like 8-10 xtra big bags of all the house hold stuffs. From dustbins, buckets to jhadoo, door mats, containers to store grocery etc. Later that night, after our domestic shoppings spree and loading it all in an auto we decided to head to one of our colleagues place to pick up our second hand 24 inches television that he was selling for 3K! Can you ever beat that. So with out even getting our first pay we swiped our parents (only use in case of emergency) ATM cards to pick up the TV from his house, his house was in such a god-forsaken place (almost out of the city) at 10 o' clock in the night!! And we were all new to the city. We finally located his place and collected the TV. The damn huge TV, plus 10 bags of shopping at Big Bazaar, plus three of us (all well built) in the back of that puny auto, in the inclined roads of Banjara Hills, galvanting around at 11 pm in the night, with none of us knowing the way back to our new home!! A sensible person would have freaked out, but not us, we were laughing our heart out!! This is a day-to-day common incident at our place. Moral of the story-all the four of us apartment mates are crazy as crazy can ever be!!

Me and my housemates at our psycho best!

Trying to fit into one frame of my camera phone,
during our trip to Suryalanka. Love you guys!
We make the most 'whaco' team ever :-)