Good Friday and Easter

Come Good Friday, and the wishes start pouring in. Half a dozen well meaning friends, call and text, some apologizing for not being able to wish early in the day. And all of them are taken aback, when I say it's not a day of celebration, and that it is in reality, a day of mourning. Then they all ask the same thing - Why is it called Good Friday then? I try to shorten the story as much as possible and thankfully almost all of them know Adam n Eve :) and end with Easter, the real day for celebration.

Just as Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Christ, Easter is the day to recall His death, and resurrection to save all mankind. Along with the seriousness of the whole matter, we have Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny. Santa, with his bottomless bag of gifts and sleigh rides,and Easter with the Easter Bunny, with his basket full of beautifully colored eggs are imaginary people who add fun to the festive.

It's Easter today, and it's a joyous wishing time again, Happy blessed Easter...

Day of the election

It's election day today, and like everyother citizen in TamilNadu, I am wondering whom to vote for. Everywhere I go, the buzzing term - Elections. Most of the ones I move with, are the first time, or second time voters, and the excitement is more over the mark on index finger, rather than actually voting people to power. And ofcourse, it's a declarded holiday, which is the actual cause of the festive mood all around. On the other hand, there is a more matured crowd, that talk about the history, and talk in depth, as to why one shouldn't come to power, and why one should.

There was a certain something which I am sure we all felt, when in Social Science class they said, "You are the future citizens of India. The power to change the country is in your hands." The time has come, we are the citizens of India, and I realize what generations of people have learn through the ages - At the end of the day, we vote, not for the people whom we want to hold the power, but for the people who we believe can cause the lesser evil!

Scribble Pad!

I was writing in my diary the other day, and out of the blue, realized I had a blog somewhere. And I started thinking (as I do ever so often) that I must take blogging more seriously. But with so many social apps to choose from, blogging took to the backseat.

I started this blog when I was in Coimbatore, for no other reason, but that it was cool to own a blog, and jot down my thoughts, and follow and have followers. My whole family got into this trend, and now, not a single post from any of us in a long while.

I love Face book, how can anyone not love it? I got a message in FB from a long lost friend today. Set me thinking. She was the one who told me about snakes taking photos, lol. There was this story going about (I must have been in my IInd std then) that a snake was sighted in the restroom, and all of us were afraid to go anywhere near it. My friend told me not to go there, as the snake had already taken a girl's photo and just waiting to strike. She said even after so many years the snake will have the photo, recall and bite her when it sees her again. Ha ha.

Brings up more memories. Of another friend who said she went to Ooty, and the mist settled on them all, and inside was the most beautiful room she had ever seen, such luxury, and windows and all palace like. And a group of us sitting around her wide eyed, and me coming home and saying I want to go to Ooty too. :p

Now I know that snakes don't take photos, and that there are no rooms inside mists, but my wise friends might tell u that I didn't learn much other than for that. I was in Ooty a couple of months back, and I know first hand what mists feel like. Three heavenly days, away from the hustle and bustle of life, and work, and reports and deadlines. As the day of the vacation was close by, I couldn't wait to leave, and on day two, I remember saying I could stay here for ever, but at the end of the third day, I couldn't wait to come back. Home, back to my messy room, and to office, to my messy table.

Three years back I left home eagerly for Coimbatore, waving hurriedly while mama stood there fighting tears and Papa waved cheerfully. But God willed it otherwise. He meant me to be away from home just two years, and placed me back home, in a company just three minutes from my home. I wanted to fight all fate some two years back, saying I was meant to live in the city, like all my friends, but finally gave up. And times changed and I realize, it just takes time to start loving what u have. The very friends I had envied, envy back, cos I get to stay at home, all comfy.

The last time my bro was going back to Chennai, after his Christmas hols, we were waving to him, and as his bus turned the corner, I squeezed my mama's hands,and said without thinking, "I am so glad it's not me who's leaving home now" and mama squeezed my hand, and I know just what she was thinking, "I told u so."