The celebration
Onam is happening; Onam, the major fest of the God's own country.
Flower carpet at college
Not too bad, for a first timer. As for others, monotony seeps in. Big time.
The whole celebration procedure follows a predefined template. Same schedule, same old actions repeated all over again. Where is the change now? Only in the coloured lines across the white traditional mundus and saris? Like, "Woo! My mundu has a pink lining this year around."?? Laaame.
Flower carpet at home
That's a pigeon okay! Not a duck, as some people discovered and NOT a seahorse, as my little cousin pointed out. Onam at home was so happening. Colours and smiles and tastes. Had a grand start of the Malayalam year. :rainbow
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The vacation
Majority of the happy 10 days were eaten up by ambiguities over the computer. A cluttered mass of ambiguities that is!Spending an awful lot of money on your old computer for repairs is not quite enjoyable (Especially when the most dreaded disasters strike together, like a hard disk failure AND a motherboard failure, both permanent). But on the glass-is-half-full side, there's going to be a huge leap in available technology. More speed, better performance, and most importantly, a huge increase in storage space!
For people like me, to whom it takes a great deal of push to move onto better changes, periodic disasters are inevitable for further development: a computer failure like the one above, a frustratingly failed task, or a broken love.
Surprise news is yet to come in the form of a laptop! For now - okay lets take no superstitious risks of planning in advance - I'll letya noe :)
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The kids
Yes indeed its trivial that kids are fun.So when my two little cousin girls run around shouting crazy things, why do I smile and awe at the fact that how fun they really are?! May be they're too awesome and intelligent and adorable.
They're on a vacation, I'm on a vacation, and then its party time! The little ones make me start blogs for them(hope they'll be posting soon), text to my friends when I'm not around. And then they sit on my lap and we'll watch Toy Story and laugh our brains off. Or we'll watch Charlie Chaplin and end up doing pretty much the same.
Anyway girls are girls. And kids are kids. The thing is that, for the majority of the day, they make me watch cartoons. I too have watched cartoons as a child. Powerpuff girls are quite reasonable. Or Dexter's laboratory, or even Pokemon(well, hmm). But why are our kids watching Ninja Hatori? I'm already feeling the gen gap. Although its much better than making me join them at here. Too pink. Ouch!
Its beautiful how, these days, everything quite easily reduces to simple happiness and smiles. I hope this defines the permanent tone of my life ahead. :)
for the time being. The first few pages is a colourful portrait of childhood, so touching that I immediately wanted to take out my old albums and go through my childhood photos. Then me and my mother discussed and mocked all those captured moments. Orhan Pamuk is where you experience the beauty of literature.
