Perspective

Dating low-life assholes has inadvertently made me realize a lot of things.. some about myself.

I realized there's a hu-u-u-uuuuge amount of shit I am willing to put up with for someone I care for.

I realized I don't put up with said amount of shit for very long.

I realized how much I am willing to compromise for someone else's happiness.

I realized sometimes its better to deal with the hurt rather than start a shouting match.

I realized how much it sucks to be the only one giving.

I realized I shouldn't trust people blindly.

I realized sometimes people don't choose to do stupid things they know they'll regret.. sometimes it just happens.

I learned about denial, lies, rumours and self-esteem issues..

And I realized I deserve better.

Love Love Love

There's nothing quite as pathetic as one-sided love

There's nothing quite as pathetic as being in a relationship that'll never go further but staying and hoping for a miracle

There's nothing quite as pathetic as putting off the hurt, that you know you'll have to deal with sometime, that you know will magnify the longer you wait, just so you can stay happy today

There's nothing quite as pathetic as refusing to think about the inevitable end, so as to enjoy the temporary bliss

There's nothing quite as pathetic in reveling in his company for 24 straight hours and then missing him like crazy as soon as he walks out the door

There's nothing quite as pathetic as crawling back after a fight where you know you were right, but you just don't want him mad at you

There's nothing quite as pathetic as knowing you deserve better, but want him anyway

There's nothing quite as pathetic as knowing you should get out NOW, but can't coz you want to spend just a little bit longer with him

There's nothing quite as pathetic as knowing you'd fight for him, but he wouldn't

There's nothing quite as pathetic as needing him

There's nothing quite as pathetic as one-sided love.

IPL!

I wanted to put in my two cents on the IPL team logos. Personal likes and dislikes and all that..

I love the RR logo. Its clean, with lovely colors and just so classy.. But somehow, it doesn't seem right for Sports team. I mean, it could just as easily be the symbol of some Hotel chain or something..

The RC logo looks like its been picked straight out of the top of a beer-bottle-lid. It probably was too.

KKR I can't stand on principle. The colors (over which people are still oohing and aahing) are just too gaudy. And whats with that ridiculous knight/helmet?? Not like they actually come out to play wearing those things.. too bad, coz it sure would've been entertaining

DC and KXIP: Shields? really? That the best you could come up with?  c'mon! This isn't some family coat-of-arms for crying out loud..!

The MI logo is quite nice. Kudos. But the name! Indians? what, this is the only team with Indians? Indians in other teams are only fake Indians? gimme a break..

CSK are the team I support. Now the lion is a little silly, I do think. But hey, at least its not a shield..

DD have the best logo by far. Depicting a whizzing cricket ball in a nice eye-catching red, its just so apt for a Cricket team.

What's in a name.. chap 3

I have come to the opinion that one is not considered a true Tamil-ian unless one has the appropriate name to back up the claim. No, I don't mean names that end with -murthy and -krishnan and the like.. I've actually observed that names with at least 3 syllables are more preferred. There are of course names with the ordinary 2 syllables, but I believe these are viewed with suspicion.

For example:

my name: Bharati Malar - 4 syllables (double thumbs up)

my sister's name: Kundhavi - 3 syllables (pass)

my cousin: Annapoorani - 5 syllables (off the charts!)

my mommy: Geetha - 2 syllables (tsk tsk)

There are some people I know, who I honestly thought had normal names.. For the longest time, I wondered how these people got away with it. Little did I know..

Priya - actually Shanmughapriya

Indu - actually Indumathy

Viji - actually Vijiyavalli

Radha - Anuradha

and then there's my cousin who I always knew as 'Giri'. Turns out that was just a pet name! His real name - Krishna Prasad.. :|

That's part of the reason, why, when we decided our third cat was to be given a Tamil name and raised as a pukka Tamil cat (don't ask..), we picked Palaniappan.. coz you can't go wrong with five syllables.. or something like that :)

Macavity: The Mystery Cat by T. S. Eliot

Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw -
 For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
 He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
 For when they reach the scene of crime - Macavity's not there!

 Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
 He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
 His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
 And when you reach the scene of crime - Macavity's not there!
 You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air -
 But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!

 Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin;
 You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
 His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;
 His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
 He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
 And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.

 Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
 For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
 You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square -
 But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!

 He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
 And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's.
 And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
 Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,
 Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair -
 Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!

 And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty's gone astray,
 Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
 There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair -
 But it's useless to investigate - Macavity's not there!
 And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
 `It must have been Macavity!' - but he's a mile away.
 You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
 Or engaged in doing complicated long-division sums.

 Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
 There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
 He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare:
 At whatever time the deed took place - MACAVITY WASN'T THERE!
 And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
 (I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
 Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
 Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!