This Muggle Life

Friends don’t remember the generous things you did.The senti things you did.The good things you did.But,friends ,sure do remember the foolish things you ever did your whole life.
As I typed my farewell mail to my close friends, little did I realize I was going to be bombarded with this whole barrage of replies saying “ hey ,remember u did that ? “, “remember u sight adichufied that guy at office..? “ ,“remember you suttufied 200rs from me ?“ ,“remember you fooled me saying u were a srilankan ? “”..

Wow.I mean,W.O.W.I never realised I did that much productive stuff at office till today.
In between all those meaningless lines of code that no one ever read,I managed to make a few good friends ,mainly,by getting on their nerves. I think, I got so much on their nerves ,that they finally decided ,this girl is better as a friend than a foe.

Whatever be the reason for making me their friend, today,I am glad they did. These are the people who are going to remember me,possibly ,for most of their life,or atleast until each one goes their own ways .And finally,like the rising sun must set ,close friends fade away as acquaintances, and into obscurity.
But,living this moment, I love these friends and I surely do miss them.And I want to record this one fleeting moment in my blog.

Who knows,for tomorrow,one of these very friends might bump into me ,somewhere in some other part of the world and say “ u look familiar” .Then,I would wish he/she says “ hey,remember u suttufied 200 rs from me?” .

Subject: Inna annaatha,varttaa ??

Dear Arun,



"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference "
-
Robert Frost

After 6 years, I've reached this famous fork in the road . I found myself facing two paths , and having to make the decision to take one of the two.One road forks towards India,towards my present company, writing meaningless code,introducing loads of bugs,and being paid to fix my own bugs.And towards loyal friends like you with whom I could spend the next 1 and half years drinking oodles of caffeine and wondering where my life went.

The other road forks towards Europe, towards a laid-back life with my dear darling husband,where I can simply stay put at home ,eat off his money and laze around and watch tv all day long .

Which one do I choose ? Knowing me,it wasn’t a very difficult decision .
I decided to be the couch potato that I was always born to be :-D

So,the next time u mail me calling me “ey panni,enga tholanju pona ?” ,please address it to couch.potato@gmail.com
If I’m not drunk,or not watching tv ,or not just lazing around enjoying the sights, I just might mail you back .

Oh,and I truly forgot,I’ll really miss u out there..There is nothing that provides me as much amusement as reading your 2 –line scribbled (filled with sweet tamizh and english words like panni,a**h**e) mails.please do keep them coming .

Yours truly,
Couch Potato

“Does it have to be this way?!!”, she cried.
“I can’t see any other way out !”, he screamed,frustrated. ”I’ve been trying to make u understand for so long..
You never seem to..”
“No,Ajay,please..listen,I’m sorry about what I said ,ok ? I didn’t really mean it.I just kinda got carried away..u know,when I hit the panic button,I get all emotionally charged up and then,I really dont know what I’m saying..”
“You women always have some or the other syndrome to fall back on ,don’t you? Sometimes its PMS,sometimes its headache,and now its Panic Button ??? I’m through with you.I don’t think THIS is going to work..i don’t think WE are going to work..so let’s just leave it at that, ok “

She stared at him as he walked off ,walked away from her.
She had been dreading that this day would come.She knew she had crossed her limits ,and his tolerance level ,this time.But,then,damn her stupid tongue !!! This tongue ,that unleashes itself at every possible chance to get back at him !! Damn,damn !! And ,also ,damn her stupid ego,which is now not letting her say the one word that could,perhaps,get him back .But ,she was going to try.

She walked back to her cubicle,opened the only application that she had been using since morning, clicked on “Compose New Mail” and typed in furiously “ Ajay,I hate to say it,but I’m sorry….”.
Five minutes later,satisfied ,she clicked on “Send” .And then,waited with bated breath.
Two minutes passed.. no reply..
Another ten minutes passed,and then she could not hold herself any longer.

She half-stood up in her seat and said “Got it?”
Ajay ,sitting in the neighbouring cubicle ,looked up at her “ Yea,I did..”
“ So..??” ,she dragged.
“ So? So what ?” ,he too dragged.
“ Ajay ,I just said what I said in the mail..”
“ What did u say in the mail?”
“ You know what I said !!”
“ God,Anju,can’t u even SAY sorry to me ?!!! Whats with you ??“
“Well,I can ,but its just this ,when my nerves are all frayed,I just hate getting all emotional with people,u know..”
“PMS,headache,Panic button ,and now ,frayed nerves ???!! Jesus,you women…”
“C’mon ,Ajay ,that’s not true ,u know..” ..
,she protested ,and followed Ajay to the pantry ,as he walked away to get himself a cup of coffee to soothe his own frayed nerves..

This vicious cycle,called Love ,that makes one go round and round.
This fickle thing, called Technology that bridges distances ,
And yet ,distances the bridges that are closest to us.
And,this jobless,beautiful thing,called Love @ Technology which keeps us going.