tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624383044202359412012-01-31T14:14:19.565+05:30By Choco...Chocohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12072956231564280654noreply@blogger.comBlogger1281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-7495778440075325182021-05-11T04:38:00.024+05:302011-12-10T09:42:05.142+05:30

ENTER

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I will wait  For When you do Bless me To be able to write Unencumbered... The words of God Of truth Love And humility Oh... And humour too!

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Penned before I was inspired by-> Link "Don't eat mud!" I could almost hear Ma's raspy voice that had been lost to us over two decades ago. The mud there used to be smooth brick red in color. I was never the one to eat it. I was never the one in love with everything that grew from it. As I looked at the dark coffee brown lumpy mess resting in my palm, I realized I had never tasted mud. Ever.

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I don't want to seem self absorbed (which I very well might be) hence I mostly write under the label fiction. Or fiction? I feel I have not earned the right to harp on bigger issues. Am I in perfect control over all the things/people/situations around me? Hypothetically, even if for a moment I assume that I were, have I actually done anything almost as big as the words to earn the right to

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"Pariiii.." Lilith's voice came lilting through the stain glass window which was casting a blue ray on the side of the bed near my head. The first rays of the sun. I rolled off of the bed sleepily and kneeled below the window. Head resting on my folded arms on the window sill. Dark gray eyes, I felt sure catching the sunlight and turning milder... softer and not sharper like everyone else

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I used to watch it through the window during dry summer afternoons; eons ago. It used to be seated at the same spot. On the red fence, right below the shade of the big tree. I was never good at knowing the names of trees. But this was a tree that a whole lot of birds loved to screech in at dusk. It shed dull yellow flowers sometime during the night. Dull little yellow flowers that littered 

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How open are we to trying out new things? No. Not the cool things like bunjee jumping or sky diving. But off beat things? This old friend of mine had talked me into accompanying her to a regressionist some five years back. Once there, she freaked and asked if I minded going first. I did not like the experience. Among other things, the only thing I actually saw was a series of images. Of a

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I felt the fleeting need to ramble while I was reading something. Happens to me the days I am home. I have no active blog; I then remembered. But then I do have this one blog where I can type and post and then close after some time. So here I am. Since I cannot afford to act flaky in real life, I save all the flakiness for my online, now almost non-existent, persona. See. I need to purge and

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"The weirdest things happen to me." this woman wailed to me. "That used to me be once" I sighed and thought. Like the time, just a couple of months back, when my slider phone suddenly went kaput. It would show a dazzling white screen upon opening. I could not see what the heck I was typing. And it chose to do this mid week. I could still receive and make calls in it though. I could off course

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Re-posted... The Story Teller I want to write. I really do.And a million stories are swimming in my head.I try to focus and look at each one closely.But none of them seem to be complete, none of them seem whole. I see a scared little child, far away, inside a little house. What became of her, I wonder?I notice a troubled youth and an insecure teen. Failing to see the promise of the future,

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Hush a bye baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all. From Me Ps: I cannot resist posting this snap of Phontulal. Chubby isn't he? And oww the expression... Priceless. Needless to say the snap was not clicked by me or when I was anywhere nearby. We share a love hate relationship,

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This picture made me want to enter a competition (Link Here). Something which I almost never do. At a time when I did not feel like typing out an A a B or a C. And this was a re-post. But I had fun at The Clarity of the Night. And I realized that competitions ain't that bad after all! The best entries that I have come across in Jason's competitions: (Link One) (Link Two) Entry #51 The

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The doorbell rang late yesterday night. It was my neighbor's child, holding up a dull orange package.  " 'Choco' di. The postman seems to have left this outside your postbox. I found it lying on the ground. It has your name on it."  "And you are my angel" I smiled at her. "Thanks a million." She had rescued my copy of a very dear blogger friend's; very first book. Grayquill Musings is like

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Excerpts from a conversation: "Ooooh. Nice seats." "Oh! National anthem." "Yeah. We are early. How nice!" "P J!?! Really? Ummm." "Nope. Just his production house." **Silence**  Half hour later.....  "OMG! How many times will they repeat the same freaking lines!!?!! I don't believe in love. I don't believe in love. Aaaargh!" "Yeah. Its like whispering into your ears the first time, then

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Some five months back, I had lunch with her. She told me a little bit about her life. She is younger than me. "So then are you divorced or just separated?" I ask staring at her incredulously. "He got the marriage registrar? Does not matter. Photos and videos are proof of a marriage along with people who attend I have heard." I said, my brain working very fast. She had torn up the snaps. He

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What is your earliest memory? Someone is throwing you high up and you are gurgling while trying to touch the ceiling? Or is it seeing the grass, the trees and the people disappear and appear from your line of vision while being pushed on a swing? This was a question we asked each other for want of conversation; last weekend. I have one. Among many others. But this one, I will like to freeze on

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                                                                  The Beginning                                                                 It was late. Sometime in the evening. The sky darkening. Outside. Slowly. Gradually. I knew that from the receding light on the window pane. I was staring towards the foot of my bed. I wanted company. Had even prayed for it. I wanted talkative company.

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I have nothing to say. Right now. But. The eternally hopeful me hopes that someday soon I will. I have always been persuasive to the extreme wherever things seemed important to me. Whatever the reason. And I hope to retain that trait. So. I will keep this space alive. For me.

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He looked at her in awe. With deep longing.She was beautiful.Milky white and flawless.Walking towards him.Like a pearl bobbing in a sea of mud.Always standing apart from everyone else. Shining whiteness amidst brown murkiness.Brown.So earthy. So common. So all pervasive.It was everywhere. It meant everyone.He looked at her wistfully.Well. Almost everyone.His thoughts turned to himself.Evenly

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Hey all youz blog reading peoplez. Iz am Potli (Bundle in Hindi). And Iz am here to write a guest post on the blog. The topic? The "How to Blog" Series- Part1.Part 1 is: Be a virtual sociopath.Yez. Never ever make friends if you take blogging seriously.But Choco is a chicken. Not the kind that Iz can eat. But youz get the gist, don't you? She does not want to be seen as a small, two years old,

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decent education, basic amenities, friends, family, happiness.... A Good Life.I am sure everyone will agree.But what about the right to die? Seems so wrong a thing to type out, doesn't it?I believe in euthanasia.I believe it should be allowed under certain extreme circumstances.I also believe that one should be able to choose the circumstances under which one would not want to continue. To live.

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“So deep” she thought peering into the old well. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon.“Aalya come on.”Aalya tore herself away from the well and followed her parents into the car.“It is good that this land already has a boundary and a gate. And did you see that well? They say it is the deepest in this area. It doesn’t dry up even in the hottest of summers.”Aalya stared out of the window of the white

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I went through a few strangers facebook profiles just before I started typing this. You see. I am trying to book dates for some do; online. However. Maybe because it is a saturday. I am getting nowhere. But I can't rest till I book those damn dates. So I did the next best thing to blogging. Snooping. Turns out it wasn't such a bad thing. When you are stuck in your little room, in an empty house,

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I want to go black and white... Or technicolor maybe. No. On second thought. Black and white with shades of gray... It has that ethereal quality to it. Like it would never go out of vogue. Like it belongs to a different time... You know. Not in the now. Not entirely fathomable... I want to be able to rub out the shades and manage to get away with it. Freeze my version, in shades of gray, and

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I just read a post by The Ketchup Girl (Link here). I suggest you give it a read too.What do you think?

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Can you sketch, paint, draw?I can’t and I don’t.But I did subscribe to this magazine; I forget the name, as a child. And they once had an article on sketching for novices.HB pencils of different numbers required, it said. And most importantly, don’t look at the entire picture.“Strange” I remember thinking. We were/are always told to look at the big picture; the grander scheme of things and not

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Blog?When words don't come to you in a sensible way... Post any rubbish you can think of... You can always delete it later...Create a new blog... Anonymous... You can always delete it later...Or just come up with names for a new blog... This Just In... Hit Backspace... Effortless Brashness... Hit Backspace... Way better that deleting it later...When words don't come to you in a sensible way...

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That bright sunny afternoon seemed to be brimming with life…All around her. But unknown to her, deep inside, her systems were shutting down. One after the other. Giving up on life, with a slight unnoticeable sigh. She had lead a very normal existence. Average. Mediocre. Nothing out of the ordinary. Not that she had any complains, really. She had always liked to mingle into the crowd. Which

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"It feels like a different lifetime" she said suddenly, breaking the lazy Sunday afternoon silence that had been hanging around us."Huh?"I was snugly wrapped in a warm coffee haze."I thought I did not like biscuits..." I mumbled."Googly" I duly noted studying the bright yellow wrapper. "Tackily wrapped goodness. Hows that for a tag line?""I loved that place" she continued, ignoring my digression.

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write? "No that's not it" the blogger thought. This was a topic that played in the mind off and on . Since early childhood. Begging to be written. Not as is. But in an inspired story.It never happened though.There was this inability.That crept in.Every time this topic was mulled over. She almost had not noticed her the first time she had seen her. She had been too young. Naive. Stupid. To

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A new home; in a state of disrepair.Peeling wallpaper and unopened cartons strewn across the floor.Dull lighting. Frayed nerves.Just then the sound of Bon Jovi singing “I’ll be there for you”, floats in, through the broken window pane.A twinkle of the eye, a sudden move and two young bodies moved gracefully together in perfect rhythm.Feet glided across the pale dusty carpet, kicking boxes gaily

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I was hunting for a picture. In google. It has been stuck in my mind for some time now. Jerry or was it Tom? Dropping that huge thing on the other. What is that thing called now? You know. I think they use it on the Road Runner Show also. For that matter they also use a piano. Serves the same purpose. Flattens out the person you want to flatten out. And then afterwards, they can just get up, walk

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I had copy pasted a comment that had been made in an old post (this one), in my previous post (this one).I felt curious if they received any response to it and had inquired about the same. All the more because I noticed that the post was getting picked up in google search. I am again copy pasting the reply I received, in this post.  =============================================================Hey

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Last year, a good month after I had tearfully laid down my much loved pet cat in a cemetery, I had blogged about the experience, here in Candid Talk. The said post gets picked up a lot in google search, when someone searches the place- Karuna Kunj. I had nice things to say in my post. They came through for me. Helped me find a decent burial place for Pooffy. But passing comments off and on

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This is a story about little girls. Set in a time when there were no video games and no Pokemon. A time when a Barbie doll was an object of much pride and envy. A time when a new dress meant a catwalk around the building premises; with every adult appreciating the look and friends filling up with wonder.In such a time and place, one summer, the eight year old me was playing hide and seek with the

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curse of the virtual mad hatternote to self cannot hit the enter button again and why is the virtual world crying foul on me and to think that I thought that I would have nothing to talk about this month for fear of turning my blog into a cribbing shrieking wailing paradise because you see our dear old blogger has started gobbling up the comments and not just readers comments but also the authors

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"Dark navy blue salwar kameez, in polyester fabric, in this sweltering heat; with big bright flowers prints which do nothing to a growing midriff, teamed up with white sandals and a beige handbag. Hmmm...Toe nails are painted pink. Finger nails are painted...some indiscernible color...""The next station is F**** Street. Platform... is on the left hand side"The automated bad accented female voice

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Pri of “Nostalgic Moments” fame had tagged me with "The Little Number" tag. Gimme a 1 a 2 and a 3, it says. It requires the tagged one to spill 3 answers to a single lone question. Tags I tell ya!But luckily for the tag, I am feeling talkative today. So I am going to attempt to type out as many truthful 3's as I can dare to...Anyhoo. Here goes: 3 names you are known by:1. "Choco": Like obviously!

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 An excerpt from the Little Choco series"...bald and with lines on his face, no one would have guessed that he was only... thirty years of age...".....and two early teens, seated next to each other, gasped and gave each other a look."AHEM!!!" their literature teacher ahemed. "Choco and P. Will you care to share the cause of your shock with the rest of the class?"40 pairs of eyes were fixed on

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Excerpt from the series "Playing Defense":"This girl is the nastiest skank bitch, I've ever met. Do not trust her. She is a fugly slut!""Uhhhh"."Mean Girls is not that bad a movie" I pep talked myself. "It's bearable."But in reality, the cable was out, I could not find my DVD stack and I had discovered "Mean Girls", lying flat on its back, cozily tucked under the DVD player."How typical" I

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"I told you. I did! Well. You could have just asked me if I didn't!"Yep. These are some of my patent words. To almost all my near and dear ones.Not a very nice takia kalam eh? Even I think so.  So I thought. Long and hard. If you know me, please refrain from guffawing at that. Anyhoo. After much pondering, Iz... I mean I, have come to the splendid conclusion, that I have a disability. If you can

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This past week, I came across two blog posts that made me ramble. Quite a bit. In the comment section.So at first I considered posting my two bits of opinion on those matters on my blog.But I am lazy. Also I think I said what I had to say. So I suggest that people who pass by this post go and take a lookie at my finds. Especially if you are an opinionated being that loves to share his/her views.

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Once upon a time, in a centrally air-conditioned world, some…no…many years back, an all important, 6 feet tall, dimple chinned imparter of wisdom, was holding a session.“We will play a game today!” he announced to the assortment of individuals from different walks of life, sitting glumly before him.“Yay” they cheered in relief.“Nooo!!!” she screamed out in her mind. She disliked the grown up

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“I get all my stuff from "The Cottage Industries". I always have. All these years. Why should I change now???”“No no. You should not change. That is a parent’s core job objective. As soon as you have a kid..or two..freeze time around you.” My silent thoughts.But I am a persistent fool. So I persisted. About how "The Cottage Industries" no longer had it's Mallu manager. About how "The Cottage

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In its pure sense, is something that I have almost never done in my blog. It try to coat it in sarcasm or humor or mix in fiction. Why you ask? Because that way the essence of the incident is well preserved and I can hopefully, sometime in the distant future, read it again and laugh. Yes. I have said it before; I blog for myself. And this post is being typed out just for me; to read and remember,

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Year 2007.It was a quiet summer afternoon.A favorite couch, a tall glass of a forbidden chilled chocolate drink, Bon Jovi and Richard Bach to keep company."Pure Heaven!" thought Choco.But unknown to her, she was being watched.From the corner of her eye, Choco could make out a cricket ball sized - well ball; 8 inches above floor level, seemingly peeping at her, from behind the door."Bah!" thought

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But First...............A Mention Or TwoThe blogger in me was thrilled the past week or so. The reason being that two very talented bloggers that I love to read, who had been on a sabbatical for quite a while now, came back and revved up their blogs again.1) As the Mind Meanders: This guy is a mad genius. No two posts in his blog are similar. He is shocking and brash and a pure reading delight.

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An excerpt from the Little Choco Series..."Let us marry off our dolls today!!!"It was the Summer Monk aka Tuktuki. Little Choco's neighbor.Her mother indulged in shaving off her child's hair. As many times as possible. She firmly believed that it would encourage the said hair to grow back more ferociously and her child would hence one day, in the very distant future, have enviable luscious locks.

Choconoreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-86142352824397924002010-02-27T20:56:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:47:41.389+05:30

.............Mew TalksHello all youz blog reading peoplez. Iz am Mew. And Iz belong to a friend of Choco’z. She has no catz nemore or so she sayz. And so, every time she comez over, she slobberz all over us poor kittehz.But this time, she walked in while we were doing this:Yez. White Kittehz Secret Voodoo Club, with a street dog as the sacrificial goat...errz...dog.She threatened to tell the

Choconoreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-31743276136069647362010-02-25T14:17:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:47:41.390+05:30

"A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway.""A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked."Why am I typing out mushy friendship quotes on my blog you ask? No. I am not going to ask anyone to celebrate friendship day, on all days of the year, like in my last post. I am just trying to remind myself about the effort required

Choconoreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-14085337082512549792010-02-16T12:01:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:47:41.390+05:30

Ola amigos. It is such an effort to blog these days. For me that is. But today is Mother’s Day and I am in a good mood. Yeah. My mum’s good mood has rubbed onto me. Are you jumping to the comments section to correct me about the above mentioned date?If yes, then please don’t.Any day, that, Mum and I, are free, to go to the movies (My Name is Khan in this case), hog on junk food and soda shikanji

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I read something in Brown Phantom’s blog. “Everyone’s self centered, it’s the radius that matters”, he says. Deep no? It got me thinking.You see I am a problem child. I always have things falling apart all around me. I am the kind who contracts viral fever on the day before the prom night and whose dress will get burnt on the day of the party.If I am happy about something and skip around, I will

Choconoreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-19049038537832999812010-01-30T03:46:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:47:41.390+05:30

“Welcome to Idea Star Singer. Usha Maam Oonnnnuuuu Parayuummmm..Engeneeeeee Undayiiiiiiii…………………………”No clue what most of that means?Neither did I.In fact the PDF file I was staring into, turned red before my eyes, when the above lines, spoken with a huge dollop of bad accented Malayalam, started booming throughout the house. I ran in its direction almost tripping over.......... a dog (!!?!!) in

Choconoreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-71635839251913011552009-09-19T13:30:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:47:41.390+05:30

I want to write sunny side up this time. I am trying to.The good news is that the Calcutta underground tube, fondly called The Metro Railway, has been extended till Garia. Our very own, much appreciated, didi aka Mamta Bannerjee aka The Railway Minster, was pleased as a punch. So in order to preserve our rich culture and heritage (God bless this saintly soul), she has gone and changed the names

Choconoreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-45578821979553075782009-09-13T16:25:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:47:41.390+05:30

"This is what shit looks like up close" I thought. I wished I were a guy. Guys find a strange joy in such items and in the chemistry behind it."Ugh" I shuddered in my mind. "Maybe I need help after all.""What are you waiting for!?!" he asks.That brought me back to the present. In case I haven't told you, my dear bloggie friends, I have the bad habit of drifting off to my own world and thinking

Choconoreply@blogger.com54tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-80415261409363957332009-09-05T13:45:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:47:41.391+05:30

A Beginning to an End(Continued from "The Chocolate Cake")“Don’t get your dress or your shoes dirty. Do you hear me? Say yes.”“Yes Mum.”“And also do not get anything on your face or hair.”Little Choco nodded a yes.“Sanya! Look at you! You look like a Bengali da. As beautiful as ever.”It was mum’s, eldest brother in law. Sarika and Sima’s father.Mum just smiled.“Naina” he smiled at little Choco. “

Choconoreply@blogger.com70tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-16105154420283205892009-09-02T13:34:00.000+05:302011-10-22T12:33:56.674+05:30

Happy Onam to all the Malu's around the world. This series is Choco's way of wishing everyone a flowerfilled Onam. This picture was taken on Onam, by yours truly, last year in Kannur, Kerala. See my baby watching over the flowers without messing them up, just because I told him not to? I am not celebrating anything this year in his memory. May he RIP.(Continued from "Little Choco's Summer

Choconoreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-68527382062258748292009-08-31T14:05:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:47:41.391+05:30

It's September and I have been told to clean up before the Puja's. Pah! Anyhoo, I have cleaned up "Candid Talk" of some useless widgets. Got inspired by some simple blog templates that some people have. Hence I can now increase my blogroll. Yay!"The IndiBlogger of the Month" has been declared! Sakhi’s Laghukatha won and won by a huge margin. Yay for her.We all voted. I saw some of my favorite

Choconoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-23765021912413440672009-08-30T13:58:00.000+05:302011-10-22T12:33:56.736+05:30

The characters in the plot:Natasha- 5 year old second cousin. Her dahddhy is in Dhubhai.Sima- 7 year old first cousin and Natasha's side kick.Sarika- 10 year old first cousin and Sima's sister. The ice princess. Their dahddhy is in Kerala.Gina- 7 year old first cousinLeader- 11 year old first cousin and Gina's sister. The leader. Their daddy is in Dubai.Location: A two storied house by a river

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The living room was pitch dark. There was not a single soul in that part of the huge house. Little Choco had forgotten her books in the lawn and couldn't leave it out there all night. Intending to dash her way and back, through the forced darkness, she laid a brave foot outside the main door."AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"It was the most horrible screeching she had heard. Ever! An involuntary scream

Choconoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-46703946604493882862009-08-25T01:07:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:47:41.392+05:30

It is award time again in Candid Talk! It is raining awards in bloggersville and I feel so very honored that some of it has drizzled here, in boxing words. It is such a welcome respite from all the heat and humidity!The first one was sent over with love by Archana from "Deliciously Sunsational". The award pretty much says it all.I love to judge and here are the bloggers that I consider to be

Choconoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-45564751451625266002009-08-16T12:56:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:47:41.392+05:30

I have harped a little about arranged marriages and color bias. But being caught in the midst of it and having watched the quality of life of people that I care for getting affected by it, I have always felt that if I am too affected to be able to do justice to the topic.Then I came across a post by a blogger friend, Survivor. It is titled, Take A Stand.If his post moves even one individual to

Choconoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-39222848098374228882009-08-14T15:00:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:47:41.392+05:30

My blogger’s block (point duly noted Blunt Edges) is looking nice and fancy now. At this rate I will be having about five posts by the end of this month.So here are some of the posts that would have been but were aborted because of the said block.What would our blog posts consist of if we continued our ramblings well into the future? Would we start mentioning our kids and grand kids?(I have come

Choconoreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-72996221371635509362009-08-05T19:15:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:47:41.392+05:30

I am afraid I am facing a writer’s block especially concerning Sleep Like A Cat. I feel nauseous at the very site of blogs; both mine and others. Facebook seems much more inviting in contrast with its games, snaps, predictions and light chit chat.“Nahiiiiiiin” my mind screamed and I visited some blogs to check out what was cooking. Turns out three of them had mushy posts on Raksha Bandan, two had

Choconoreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-75626911033389309892009-08-02T14:18:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:47:41.392+05:30

I have noticed that I have nothing much to say these days. I know my posts are still posted quite regularly. But my word document store has dangerously depleted. I do not want to bore you with the boring details of an anonymous bloggger's mundane life. So I did the next best thing. I looked into the past. The past of Choco that is. Turns out one can see things with a fresh perspective when they

Choconoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-75110006444817865042009-07-25T12:48:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:45:46.700+05:30

(Excerpt from the Little Choco series)…..There was a time many years back when Choco was little and hated cats! Yes. You have read correctly. Little Choco was sitting in her little chair visibly meditating. A tall glass of milk was placed on the table in front of her.“THIS is THE last TIME I am TELLING YOU. DRINK IT RIGHT NOW!!!” a loud voice boomed suddenly from the next room.Little Choco nearly

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Hello all. I come with a proposition today. Listen up all ye. It is a matter of great importance. I hereby offer to do tags- full time. Just ensure that you pass all tags to me and me alone. Doesn’t matter how many people the silly tag instructs you to pass it on to. Silly tag made ploys to take over the blogging world I tell ya. Pass it on just to me. And I will take care of the rest! Soon we

Choconoreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-47709528725323809062009-07-21T19:10:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:45:46.700+05:30

Mum was not well. Which means that I am doing stuff for her. I say this specifically because she never ever lets me do stuff for her around the house. I made breakfast and brought it over to her room. “You know I think my fever is down now” she shivers. “I can get up and help you.” “No.” I said simply.“You look red. You are not used to being in the kitchen in this heat. These good for nothing

Choconoreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-81522528636807537542009-07-19T15:20:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:45:46.701+05:30

It was a cool calm night. Choco was sitting by a window, sipping a forbidden chocolate drink (lactose intolerant you see) and listening to the hum drum of the road below her house. George Michael from his “Wham” days was crooning from the external speakers of the ipod that had now been brought back to life by her sheer technical genius.“TRING!!!!!!!!!!!” “TRIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!”

Choconoreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-49842078378493023042009-07-17T21:57:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:45:46.701+05:30

Yep. It is confession time. No. Not for the blog. But for yours truly. A couple of months back:“Buh Byee” “Byeeeee.” “Is there something to be so gay about?” wondered Choco. But aloud she reciprocated with an equally enthusiastic "Byeeee".“Hypocrite!!!” her mind screamed.“All right! That’s it! I have always hated hypocrites. I am not going to start behaving like one now” she decided.So that was

Choconoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-7407755617837368582009-07-16T12:50:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:45:46.701+05:30

The past week a couple of my blogger friends made my day..yet again! I got another bloggy award from two of my bloggy friends. Talk about an abundance of bloggy love.AJCL, Thousif & Vyazz have bestowed me with this honor through their respective blogs. I must say that I am very honored and it could not have come at a better time. There are so many new blogs that I adore and would love to pass on

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The alarm was blaring so loud. I never knew when I signed up, that these people were going to be so strict about discipline. I had thought the oversized white tee with the huge black zero would be cool to wear. But here everyone was dressed in the same attire! Phrumph!!! Rehab was no fun."You are not coming? You sure?”“Mumble mumble” I say looking into very green saucer like eyes.“It has got to

Choconoreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-38969774882475719272009-07-06T23:36:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:45:46.701+05:30

I have been tagged yet again. Pawan of “The Other Perspective” has tagged me to come up with 15 books that I have read. The catch is to not sit and think about it. Just pen it as it comes.So here goes.1) Many Lives Many Masters (Dr Brian Weiss): This is and will be my all time favorite read. This book had a very big impact on me. Part of the reason for that may have been the fact that I read it

Choconoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-57530645864094669132009-07-03T16:07:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:45:46.701+05:30

I am not supposed to be typing right now here on Candid Talk. But I am. You see my phone (damn it) decided to conk off in the middle of an important conversation. The person was calling from an extension. After calling two different buildings and all the concerned, related and possible departments, I was told by a vividly cranky female sitting in a considerably important position to wait for a

Choconoreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-61940593837369707642009-07-02T12:35:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:45:46.702+05:30

I know. I had said that I’ll be gone for the week. But this was just too good and promises are meant to be broken. So I have dropped in to share something very quickly.I think I know fairly good Bengali and mooey awesome Hindi. So I always get by fine with directions from my fellow city dwellers. I had been instructed by a friend endowed with great sense of direction that I would get autos to my

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(August 29 1958 - June 25 2009)I have been intending to write something on these lines. But I can never talk about stuff that hurts. At least not here on Candid Talk. Then I saw Vyazz’s latest post. It was so poignant. I felt that he had said it all. And so well.Death has started affecting me these days. It is a sure sign of old age. But this is not about me. It is the about the person that

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My laptop was showing a strange error 815 when I tried to connect to the net using bsnl broadband. But the connection was fine with the desktop. So a plethora of phone calls later I find a guy who promises to send someone over. “Thank you” I say relieved. I had searched the net with the error code and had a fair idea as to why it had happened. But I knew zilch about how to correct it.Enter Mr

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I am free right now and have taken to actually using my journal instead of just carrying it around in my handbag with me. Flipping through its pages, as my computer downloaded “Lost season5”, I noticed a collection of disjointed thoughts. So this post, as well as the previous two, are all excerpts from my journal!Manipulative people scare me. I had written a post on how to tackle them. But

Choconoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-61644524683387114422009-06-25T12:21:00.000+05:302011-10-22T12:33:57.560+05:30

Mohit of “Being Me” fame tagged me. I now have to do a Four Pointer!Let me add for the overenthusiastic and the curious that I may be candid in my opinions. But I am a private person. So things I write about myself are almost always the twisted truth. I love to write and hence I am!Four places you have lived:1) In my parents and a couple of friends hearts. No really!It means a lot to be able to

Choconoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-75943863165781388062009-06-24T13:55:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:33:57.660+05:30

I am not a superstitious person. At least I do not think I am. But then what is superstition? I think it is a way of slapping on an explanation for things that cannot be explained either scientifically or logically.Is that such a bad thing? I thought it could be fun. Adding one’s own theories to weird coincidences might be fun. So here are some of Choco’s noted superstitions. Tell me if they

Choconoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-90956789147212646722009-06-24T13:55:00.000+05:302011-10-22T12:33:57.612+05:30

Yeah yeah. I know that I tend to get stuck with the same thought, topic etc. Don’t brand me a nag for that. All right then. Go ahead and brand me a nag. Like I care!Anyhoo. I was trying on a pair of jeans in Forum and this horrid thought struck me.So many females must have tried on these jeans before me. I know that holds true for all the attires that we try on. But damn these skinny jeans are

Choconoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-45149734839957061752009-06-23T12:06:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:45:46.703+05:30

The hunt is on...Confused? Well I am searching for THE purr-fect pair of jeans. You know the one that fits purr-fectly and has that purr-fect shade?I swear by Levis when it comes to jeans. My last hit was the showroom in Lindsay. I had last been there in my teen years before the mall culture came to Calcutta. I notice that they had revamped the store. The sales guy was very enthusiastic and I

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AJCL of “Journey of Life” fame tagged me to come up with 10 things that make my blood boil. “Neki Aur Pooch Pooch?” I thought.Let me tell my non Hindi speaking friends that I am not talking about Pooches and dog breeds. It just means that a good deed should be done and dusted in a jiffy. So here are the 10 things that seriously tick me off.1) Silly personal questions and statements by people that

Choconoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-34037320954689411302009-06-10T23:55:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:44:28.915+05:30

When I say people I mean people in India. I do not know if they are any different from people elsewhere when it comes to disliking cats. But yes the dog is the popular pet here. That is unless you have visited Kannur, Kerala because there the cow is the most popular pet. At least that is what a localite told me. Anyhoo I digress.Below are some of the unmentionables some uncouth beings screamed

Choconoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-61660364772470103992009-06-05T20:36:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:44:28.915+05:30

I just realized that I have never really talked about how my blog came to be. So the next few posts from me will be mostly about Candid Talk.I had started my blog when I was stuck in Kannur, Kerala in 2008. Mindless surfing led me to the blogger homepage and on an impulse I hit the “Create a Blog” button.And Voila! “Candid Talk" was born!My website address says “Boxing Words” and that had been my

Choconoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-75677387607312292982009-06-04T19:33:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:44:28.915+05:30

Continued from:2) Playing Defense Some More1) Playing DefenseI was sound asleep on my back. Suddenly I could see my surroundings. It was like my eyes were open. I hear this whooshing.Whoosh!!!I see this white cat, breezing in through the wall behind me on my right side. It stopped to touch noses with me. That is the way a cat greets you mostly in its kitten hood. I raised my head a little. I

Choconoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-34920890438528784612009-06-03T00:13:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:44:28.915+05:30

I hope you have read my post "Partition-The Mally Way" on Malabar area Mallus. If you haven’t, then run along and read it pronto. Then get back here to read the rest.Now assuming you are a Mallu who has managed to acquire the lion’s share of your parents assets. You do not think you can blindly live off the rest of your life counting coconuts now, do you? Well you can. Provided you live your life

Choconoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-20090132705192224792009-05-31T18:37:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:44:28.915+05:30

Playing Defense Continued.....Something strange happened yesterday. After much stalling and musing I have decided to share it here.I am a very late sleeper. I can never sleep easily or early. Which is what gave me the idea to start a blog titled "Sleep Like a Cat". And which is why I like the following phrase."I should like to "Sleep Like A Cat", with all the fur of time, with a tongue rough as

Choconoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-46764365495316321422009-05-28T21:26:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:44:28.916+05:30

We were meeting after a year. It was so much fun to drive into the wilderness like old times."Your driving has improved" said Alka."Thanks"Alka is my school friend. She has been living in Hyderabad for the past 4 years. She is in town for a couple of weeks.Look, some one is bent down over the side of the road."I glanced into the distance. A figure was crouched down on the road side. It looked

Choconoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-56565852483473935852009-05-12T22:45:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:44:28.916+05:30

Yep. That's me. I am buried, under piles and piles of books. I am supposed to cram up a lot of stuff for an exam at month end. So no more blogging, surfing, shopping, watching movies, yapping on the phone, gawking, throwing (don't ask), sleeping (excessively), eating (again excessively), jumping around, dancing, singing.... pretty much anything that I can think of to NOT study. I am leaving my

Choconoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-6038251927582318062009-05-07T21:56:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:44:28.916+05:30

I was reminiscing (seriously, what is the matter with me???) about my school days today.The reason?The heat! You see it is sweltering at 40 degrees Celsius in Kolkata and I am forced to open an umbrella while out in the streets.In our school it was considered highly uncool to be caught anywhere within a five mile radius of an umbrella. Until and unless the city was drowning in a downpour. Even

Choconoreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-88358671705310848932009-05-06T22:05:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:44:28.916+05:30

Yes. I am uploading the rest now (Refer Look Who's Talking). These are all my friend's cats and his pictures. No copying please!Below you have the original "Sleeping Cat"!!!This is "Phontulal" all grown up. Isn't he a doll?Now that's his brother "Nontulal" basking in the sun. He has one green eye and one blue eye!All right. Photo tricks!!!This here is "Bhodha". He is a very old cat. Has been

Choconoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-54311515781903315872009-05-06T13:40:00.001+05:302011-10-22T12:44:28.916+05:30

I found this fabulous site http://www.fototrix.com/. It allows you to do so many cool things with your snaps. Do check it out some time.I just used the comic section for fun.These Birdie's are a regular at my window now. Probably the shade above and the stone floor below is cooling. So it is a hot spot for spending hot summer afternoons.Any guesses as to which one wears the pants in this

Choconoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-34102601711081097582009-05-05T17:48:00.000+05:302011-10-22T12:33:58.412+05:30

Sun signs are something that I have lost interest in lately. A conversation with a friend earlier today made me realize that I no longer take note of people's Zodiac signs.I do not know whether that means that I have become less judgmental or not. But I am spilling my thesis on the same here today, just in case! Please bear in mind that I have something to say only on those signs that I have come

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If you are of North Malabar Origin from Kerala and want to build a house of your own, then don't fret. No loans and no mortgage required. Sleeping Cat is writing a guest post just for you!Phase1Well first of all get married. And marry in your own caste.Phase2Now once you are happily (ahem) married and all, check out exactly how much assets both your parents and in laws own. Next compare it with

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MTV Roadies-Hell Down Under, is coming along very well. It had lots and lots of unexpected twists and turns this year round. But last week's episode was a shocker. No, not because Natasha got voted out in the end. But because of Paulomi. Well the quality of these snaps are not very good. But I couldn't wait to write this post. So you will have to bear with me! Check out Paulomi on Day1, waking

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Now this has bothered me off and on a lot of times. So I have given it much thought.Excerpt AI was in my final year of college. This female, (that I had known all my life but was not very close to) and I were discussing the courses we had joined. I was doing a diploma in Finance on the side and she had joined a couple of courses in computers and export import."Heard you have become a business

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This one I have wanted to write on for some time now. Have you ever noticed how people change after entering a relationship. Either one person takes on the habits of the dominant partner or both change. Anyways here are the types that I have noticed:The Joint At The Hip CoupleYeah you know, the kind that walk around hand in hand. And do everything together. You can never run into one out on its

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I found this list in my old computer. It seemed like one of the silly lists that we used to collect in our school days. Nevertheless I am going to bug my readers with it.So allow me to present "The Guide To Life"(Sources: Choco & The Unknown).Old people always have the exact change.White cars look good only in Fantasy land and outside government buildings and the parliament in our country.The

Choconoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462438304420235941.post-85964912206611243792009-03-07T22:07:00.000+05:302011-10-22T12:33:59.211+05:30

I recently noticed firefox happily updating on its own as soon as I clicked on it. Not too happy with that I turned it off.In case you don't know about it, here's how to.Open Firefox.Click on "Tools" and select "Options".Click on the "Advanced" tab. Select the "Update" tab right under it.A. Uncheck all the three boxes for "Automatically Check For Updates To".ORB. If you are interested in knowing

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