Questions!

Posted November 6th, 2002 by Deepa and filed in Uncategorized
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ENGLISH
HINDI
MALAYALAM
MARATHI
WHAT
KYA
ENTHA
KAY
WHEN
KAB
EPPO
KEVHA
WHERE
KAHAN
EVIDE
KUTHAY
WHY
KYON
ENTHINA
KASHALA
WHICH
KAUNSA
ETHU
KUTHCHA
WHO
KAUN
AARU
KONI
HOW
KAISE
ENGINAY
KASA

Isn’t it funny that most questions in a language start with the same letter …These are the basic questions in the languages i know
Why is this so???

Point to ponder for the day………….

Interpreter of Dreams

Posted April 7th, 2002 by Deepa and filed in Personal
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INTERPRETER OF DREAMS
INTRODUCTION:
Dreams are supposed to mirror your unconscious thoughts and reveal your hidden desires or fears. As I have several dreams each night (related and unrelated) and what is worse I always remember snatches of it., I decided it is time to explore the underlying significance of all these dreams.
MATERIALS :
I have plenty of material to work on. I am not one of those unfortunate people who have the same recurring dream. I like variety, even in my dreams. The only difficult is to pick out which of these to analyze. However there is a common thread running through all these dreams.. I have explosions, riots revolutions, bomb blasts killings and what not! Should I analyze the dream where Osama turned out to be relative (with my HUGE family and the promiscuous tendencies of the namboothiris…I am sure we share some common DNA strands!).
Or the recent one where some unknown person annihilates Turkey (the country not the fowl) and I see this huge hand wiping it off the globe. Try as I might I can’t think of why I dreamt of Turkey!
Some dreams though can be related to my daily conversations. After a overdose of talks with Aparna I once had this beautiful dream that someone rang the doorbell I open it to see Mr. Salman Khan there. And I with this beatific smile take a knife and stab him!!
And there was this interesting dream that a man on the wheelchair ( supposedly a real brainy guy…) lands up at my home saying that MY mother has sent him to talk with me so that they can formalize our rishta!! Pulkit told me that that was cos I was deeply impressed by Patil ( BME prof in my BE college!)
How can I exclude the dream in which Mark and my grandmother were learning Hindi together with all the rest of my maternal family looking on indulgently?
What about the one where I clutch my hair and find the entire thing has come off in my hands…(long acquaintance with a bald prof?? Too much radiation???)
So many cases…..
ANALYSIS:
For analysis I searched the WWW! (where else!!) A search on google elicited the Dream Doctor and Dream Analysis. Their analysis is presented below
Bombs:
Destruction due to bombs can represent the aftermath of emotional attack or abuse, in the present or the past. (See what a troubled life I lead!)
Color :( since most of my dreams are vividly colored…..bright blues and reads and greens predominate)
Green: Fertility, spring, rejuvenation
Blue: Peaceful, spiritual, infinite
Red: Anger, passion (See what a confused life I lead!)
Killing
If you have a dream whereby you kill someone with intent or by accident then you are being warned that heavy, unaccustomed stress could cause you to lose your temper and self control. (see what a stressful life I lead!)
Hair:
To dream you are getting bald foretells your generosity will cause you loss and mental anguish.(see, what an altruistic life I lead!)
RESULTS:
Preliminary results show that my night life is exciting and happening !! Further investigation is required for a conclusion.
CONCLUSION:
1)     Record my dreams ( I can publish them later)
2)     Sleep more ( more sleep more dreams more data)
3)     Bore everybody with them ( after all that’s the only “original” stories I can come up with )
Current Reading:
The Great Gasby : F ScottFitzgerald
The World of Mr.Mulliner P.G Wodehouse
Websites:
http://www.sleeps.com/dictionary/dictionary.html (the dream analyser!)
http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/_generate/INDIA.html   (women writers from India)
http://www.truthorfiction.com/index-humor.htm   (the truth or fiction story about several rumors)
Movies
Kitne Door Kitne Paas : Ugh! Just watched it to drool over Fardeen Khan
Mitr: Saw a dubbed version. It was very odd to see Shobana and not hear her. But I liked the movie for the main reason that it didn’t drag at all
Guess who is coming for dinner: A beautiful movie about relationships starring Sidney Poiter. Stroy about how a white female brings a black manfor dinner and announces she is engaged to him. THe story proceeds from there when she,he,her parents and his parents discuss the issue. Excellent film.
Joke of the Week
Seejo’s mother got transferred yesterday.  Guess where….
Trivandrum ,Kerala….
Couldn’t stop smiling about the coincidence and it was finally my turn to say “C’mon that’s no big deal!!!” Enjoyed that!

INTERPRETER OF DREAMS

INTRODUCTION:

Dreams are supposed to mirror your unconscious thoughts and reveal your hidden desires or fears. As I have several dreams each night (related and unrelated) and what is worse I always remember snatches of it., I decided it is time to explore the underlying significance of all these dreams.

MATERIALS :

I have plenty of material to work on. I am not one of those unfortunate people who have the same recurring dream. I like variety, even in my dreams. The only difficult is to pick out which of these to analyze. However there is a common thread running through all these dreams.. I have explosions, riots revolutions, bomb blasts killings and what not! Should I analyze the dream where Osama turned out to be relative (with my HUGE family and the promiscuous tendencies of the namboothiris…I am sure we share some common DNA strands!).

Or the recent one where some unknown person annihilates Turkey (the country not the fowl) and I see this huge hand wiping it off the globe. Try as I might I can’t think of why I dreamt of Turkey!

Some dreams though can be related to my daily conversations. After a overdose of talks with Aparna I once had this beautiful dream that someone rang the doorbell I open it to see Mr. Salman Khan there. And I with this beatific smile take a knife and stab him!!

And there was this interesting dream that a man on the wheelchair ( supposedly a real brainy guy…) lands up at my home saying that MY mother has sent him to talk with me so that they can formalize our rishta!! Pulkit told me that that was cos I was deeply impressed by Patil ( BME prof in my BE college!)

How can I exclude the dream in which Mark and my grandmother were learning Hindi together with all the rest of my maternal family looking on indulgently?

What about the one where I clutch my hair and find the entire thing has come off in my hands…(long acquaintance with a bald prof?? Too much radiation???)

So many cases…..

ANALYSIS:

For analysis I searched the WWW! (where else!!) A search on google elicited the Dream Doctor and Dream Analysis. Their analysis is presented below

Bombs:

Destruction due to bombs can represent the aftermath of emotional attack or abuse, in the present or the past. (See what a troubled life I lead!)

Color :( since most of my dreams are vividly colored…..bright blues and reads and greens predominate)

Green: Fertility, spring, rejuvenation

Blue: Peaceful, spiritual, infinite

Red: Anger, passion (See what a confused life I lead!)

Killing

If you have a dream whereby you kill someone with intent or by accident then you are being warned that heavy, unaccustomed stress could cause you to lose your temper and self control. (see what a stressful life I lead!)

Hair:

To dream you are getting bald foretells your generosity will cause you loss and mental anguish.(see, what an altruistic life I lead!)

RESULTS:

Preliminary results show that my night life is exciting and happening !! Further investigation is required for a conclusion.

CONCLUSION:

1)     Record my dreams ( I can publish them later)

2)     Sleep more ( more sleep more dreams more data)

3)     Bore everybody with them ( after all that’s the only “original” stories I can come up with )

Current Reading:

The Great Gasby : F ScottFitzgerald

The World of Mr.Mulliner P.G Wodehouse

Websites:

http://www.sleeps.com/dictionary/dictionary.html (the dream analyser!)

http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/_generate/INDIA.html   (women writers from India)

http://www.truthorfiction.com/index-humor.htm   (the truth or fiction story about several rumors)

Movies

Kitne Door Kitne Paas : Ugh! Just watched it to drool over Fardeen Khan

Mitr: Saw a dubbed version. It was very odd to see Shobana and not hear her. But I liked the movie for the main reason that it didn’t drag at all

Guess who is coming for dinner: A beautiful movie about relationships starring Sidney Poiter. Stroy about how a white female brings a black manfor dinner and announces she is engaged to him. THe story proceeds from there when she,he,her parents and his parents discuss the issue. Excellent film.

Joke of the Week

Seejo’s mother got transferred yesterday.  Guess where….

Trivandrum ,Kerala….

Couldn’t stop smiling about the coincidence and it was finally my turn to say “C’mon that’s no big deal!!!” Enjoyed that!

Valentine’s Day

Posted February 14th, 2002 by Deepa and filed in Uncategorized
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Aparna mailed me sking the origin of the Valentine Day celeberations And i was bored and so here goes!

Aao bachon tumhe sunaaye kissa valentine ki…

Long Long ago there lived a young man…He was not intelligent ..he was not smart…he was not rich ….he was not handsome…Do I hear you say “what a boring hero??” . Yes my dears he was  boring…But unfortunately he is the hero of our tale….so we have to bear with him

Now this young man lived in a small town in ancient Greece. Now we know that people in ancient Greece were very loving people….very very loving…they loved everybody …and they loved passionately and they loved intimately.. Greece at that time was a very modern and “hep” place to be!

But consider our poor young man …did I mention his name before..oh well..ok.. his name was Valentus. Now Valentus found it very difficult to live in that town …Just think of it a man of his capabilities living with all those Greek Gods…Valentus hated these Greek Gods in front of whom all women swooned…He did not have a single girlfriend….. nobody to sing love songs for him…nobody to dance by his side ….well nobody! And he was jealous…oh mighty jealous! So he decided he has to do something to attract girls towards him….

Well all characters have atleast one talent and so did out Valentus .He could hum. What? Well I mean exactly that he could hum. So he hit upon a plan..Every evening after tea….( that was the peak romance time in Ancient Greece) our hero would stand near the house of a young damsel and start humming….Charmed by the sound the young girl would come tripping out…Valentus thought then it would be easy to lead the girl to his garden then! But alas for Valentus ,the moment the girl stepped out she would catch sight of one of the Greek Gods strolling about the place and go off with him to dance around trees( yes Yes there were lot of trees in Greece then!!)

And poor Valentus stood there ..his nice cheerful hum changing to a sad gloomy tune!

And so it went on a for a few more years ….and poor Valentus was alone on every holiday ….every celebration..Old ladies clicked their tounges at him and said “my dear Valentus you have to do something”,the young men mocked him and the young girls giggled at him and the old men ignored him ..Small children tormented him in the way only small children call do…they called him Valentus the ASS!

Sad and disappointed Valentus left Greece and decided to travel far far away! He first went north but he did not have any warm clothes ( he had left Greece in a hurry) so turned away by the time he reached near the place we now know as Norway….then he turned back and statrted traveling south….but after he traveled south for some time he saw the big Atlantic Ocean and was stuck, He was not adventurous enough to build a boat ,so he decided to travel east…

Seven years and seventy days did he travel …amidst civilization, jungles and ruins ….and then he reached the place known as the “mystical EAST”. He finally reached the outskirts of a city …and there he saw another young man sitting outside a garden hiding behind a tree . this other young man peeked at something from time to time ,evidently decided it was not worth his while to ocme out and then his behind the tree again…Our young man went near the other young man from the East and peered to see what he was looking at….

And guess what he saw,…there was a bevy of beauties sitting beneath a tree singing songs,picking roses …Aha said young Valentus ….here is another young man to whom no girls are attracted….He went towards the young man and said “My friend ,I who come from Greece can understand your pain…I know how terrible it is when no girls looks at you…I emphathise my friend I do”

The youth from the east was startled…He glanced back at the sylvan setting to check whether any of those damsels had seen him peeping …and then took Valentus by his arm and rushed him away…

“No No you are mistaken “, he said,” I am hiding for another reason”

What? ,Cried young Valentus …Why are you hiding from them then …you should be singing and dancing along with them?

“Ha!!”.So you think ..I have a different problem…I need privacy …I need some time for myself….All these girls are crazy about me …each time theu se me they swarm about me ..I am tired of them…

But why you are so lucky …I came away from Greece because I couldn’t bear the taunts of all the people there….but why do you want to escape?asked Valentus

May be I can help you….I will transer my powers to you …atleast half my powers and then all the girls will be attracted to you and then I can remain in peace….

Powers?? What powers do you have

O youth from Greece “I know all the tricks of love “ I can impart the powers to you…

So saying Kama taught Valentus the Kamasutra!!

Yipppeee cried Valentus Now I can dance around trees too ….

Whats that? Dance around a tree…? Enquired kama

Well that’s what all the ppl in Greece do whe they fall in love..They find a particular tree and dance around it!!

Sounds fun said Kama …we should try it tooo here in India!!

Valentus went back to Greece and became the worlds first professional gigolo and in honor of his asinine behaviour (valentus asinine ) February 14 ( the day he stepped foot into Greece again ) was celebrated as Lovers day!! (Valentineasinine day—shortened to Valentine dAY!!)

And thus people in India started to dance around trees!!