Of REST(lessness) and SOAP(y) stories

Walk into office half-sleepy. Find office almost empty. Curse Monday mornings. Settle down and check Gmail. Get updated on a friend’s wedding reception and smile – super happy for her to have pulled off the wedding in such style, and sorry for having missed attending the reception.

Check Facebook. Oscar news splashed all over. Get all updates(when five minutes earlier, you had no clue that the Oscar awards ceremony was happening last night). Check out all the cheesy romance/nostalgia/reunion/food/troll pics, and randomly like them, just to feel alive on FB. Offer your own cheesy romance/nostalgia/reunion/food/troll pics/updates if available and patiently wait for someone to acknowledge them. Else start a mental rant about how there is absolutely nothing happening in your life worth showing off. Else do a cynical – “Ugh! Whoever puts up minute to minute live updates on FB? Do they presume we really want to know what they had for dinner last night or with whom they have been coochie-cooing in the Bahamas?” rant <smirk for added effect>, then go ahead and meticulously check out the Bahamas pictures and trace the lives of the people tagged, their friends, THEIR friends and so on. You see, Hypocrisy is non-existent in the FB world.

Move over to your most favorite activity. Open all the blogs you have bookmarked, and check if any of your favorite bloggers have updated. Mostly negative. Sigh. Dull day ahead. Dig out their archives to see if there is an odd-post that you might have missed out. Mostly negative again. Muse on the strange connect you feel with a bunch of people entirely through their blogs, to the extent that you know the personal traits of their family members, still you would not even be able to put a real name or face to any of their blogs. Make a mental note to de-lurk on their blogs sometime and make a “real” connection.

Half-heartedly open your workbench and realise you have a lot of catch-up to be done. Google up the two technologies that you ought to have learnt a week ago and open a couple of their tutorials. <Ignorable geek alert> REST – Representational state transfer and SOAP – Simple Object Access Protocol</Ignorable geek alert>. Stare at the two words and wonder why something as blissful as REST should turn into something monstrous. Think sleep. Think couch. Start feeling sleepy. Zone out of the tutorial. Think of the nice weekend you just had with the grandparents, subsequently of summer vacation every year at the native. Think of last night’s bus journey back to Chennai, and loss of sleep, which brings you back to – REST. Try to get back your focus to stay on the tutorial. Get a feeling that you have been at it for ages, look at the desktop clock and realise it has only been 45 mins. No, its not even time for lunch yet.

Open the SOAP tutorial – Soap. Think Johnson’s Baby soap. Think mega serial. Think Chittiiii. Think 24. Think nice, hot, long shower. Marvel at your own perspectives of the simple word – soap. Its a pain that it also has something to do with simple object access protocol. Wonder if you would think of such idiot protocols every time you looked at Johnson’s Baby soap. Push all this aside, and slog through the tutorial.

Desperately hope it is time for lunch. It is, almost. Hurriedly write a crap post out of all above inspirations and consider a job well done for the day.

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Ananda Jaladhosham

Note: Translation would kill whatever little smile this post may evoke. So, non-Tamils, feel free to skip ! 🙂

On the phone :
me : Naa sunday movie poren
a(the sibling): oh endha movie?
me: Kadhalil Sodhappuvadhu Eppadi – Sid padam (with full girly effect, which is totally lost on him)
a: oh. (pause). hey , oru pudhu siddharth padam vardhu. Sid and that girl, semma azhaga iruppale.. Vikram padathla varuvaale?
me: amala paul?
a: haaan…
me: andha padam thaan da naa paaka poren..
a: cha, adhu illa. idhu vera. indha padam peru Ananda Jaladhosham.
me: wtf! jaladhosham aa? olaraadhe da
a: illa, nejamaa.. adhaan padam per. enna thaan imagination-o! jaladhosham, bedhi nu !
me: I still think nee olarara nu. Jaladhosham nu yevanaavdhu padam per veppanaa da?I have never heard of this. And moreover Sid and Amala Paul same time la 2 movies aa?
a: hey illa, I am telling you… I’ve been seeing promos for Ananda Jaladhosham for the last 2 months. Andha speech bubbles pottu promos irukkume… paathadhu illa nee ?
me: #Headslap! pakki!(plus choicest selection of expletives) Adhu dhaan da Kadhalil Sodhappuvadhu Eppadi.
a: Huh? You sure?

Put down phone. Marvel at the brother’s idiot imagination and guffaw. Yes, very mature, I know.
Go and report to K – A thinks there is a movie of Siddarth called Anandha Jaladosham!
K: Ennadhu Jaladhosham aa. Hee Haw (Birds of the same feather yada yada)

2 days later comes the justication :
Heart Beat Kooda Dumb Beat Aagum Love
Thermometer Thangathu Intha Love
ICU ku Ponaalum I Love Unu Varumvomae
Ananda Jaladosham Intha Love Love
Ananda Jaladosham Intha Love

This is a song in the movie, apparently. If the lyrics can be these, then pigs can fly and hell, yes, call a movie Ananda Jaladhosham, by all means !
On the same note, I hope to God the movie is decent. After the 180 debacle, its going to be one hell of a task for me to gather company for Sid movies if this one lets down too. A delectable Sid is not a reason good enough for people, it seems. Hmmm.

Kanna-Pinna :D

Edited to add : This post won THIS contest hosted by Light Story. Mighty thrilled! 😀 Way to suddenly make the day significant , huh ? 😀

I logged on to FB to see my news feed swarming with Val-D related posts. Ok now, it makes sense to me to celebrate an anniversary or even the day when a couple first met or something. Memorable personal milestones, yes. But Val-D ? No harm in universally celebrating love I know, but it does seem to be a tad overrated. Though the day is only as special as any other for both of us, I am tempted to indulge in the spirit a little and write about something that’s made me smile every time I think about it.

K: Sing? No way! What are you even thinking?
So this was during one of the numerous lets-visualise-our-wedding sessions we had in the weeks leading up to our wedding. Topic of discussion that day happened to be Nalangu,a personal favorite event of Tambrahm weddings. Being the music obsessed family ours is, it was a given that both of us would be asked to sing, post the “games” sessions. Well, modesty be damned, I was not only looking forward to that, but was even prepared with the song (Sundari neeyum, from MMKR, for the record). So K, being the ONLY person I know who gets conscious even while bathroom-singing was flabbergasted, and was probably hoping that they would entirely forget this whole singing business.

Cut out to the actual wedding Nalangu…
All the mamis and kids: Paadungo! Maaplai paadi thaan aaganum <The groom HAS to sing>. I look on smugly, a tiny part of me wondering how he was going to get away without singing, but most part of me impatiently waiting for them to ask ME to sing, so that I could burst into Sundari Neeyum.
K squirms. I grin.
And suddenly he looks at me, smiles and breaks into wait-for-it Sundari Neeyum! I am startled, while he continues to sing, looking at me, cousins all around ohooo-ing the chorus for added effect. Dumbstruck,I smile back and start singing along, putting in a superhuman effort to not rush and give him a bear hug there. Did I tell you he totally stole my thunder, yet left me feeling like a million bucks? 🙂