Monday, May 31, 2010

ProMo - The Proposal Moment.

Someday my prince will come. But not the way his kinfolk have done before for those scores of half-dead-choking-over-a-poisoned-apple or hibernating-from-a-needle-prick princesses. Nah, I don't want it that way coz, it is boring... and coz I'm no princess. :( :( :( Maybe the love-wedding-marriage proposal at first sight by a total stranger on a horse is utopian for trapped-in-a-tall-tower Rapunzel. But for a short haired girl like me, which, by the way, is the only dissimilarity between me and princesses from long long ago, it isn't all that exciting.

Okay, honestly, I want my "Proposal Moment" (ProMo, from now on) to be romantic and "LOVE"ly. What does it even matter without love, come on! So, let's assume one Mr.Perfect and I start out as friends and gradually figure out we could actually get to be a perfect couple. Yay!
[IMPORTANT : Hi Reader, If you are male, and okay-looking with a good sense of humor, a little bit of intelligence and prefer the beauty of the heart to that of the face, I am single. The above was just an assumption.]

So, there sure is going to be a moment when my Mr.Perfect reveals that pretty ring, takes both my hand and me by surprise, looks into my eyes and says - I love you. Will you marry me? and I would probably blush and definitely nod, nod, nod, nod.

Oh man, how beautiful. But, er, I don't really want the same old ring-in-the-champagne-glass setting. Here are three backdrop suggestions for a perfect ProMo. For MY perfect ProMo.

Presumption 1: BM's getting married to a Canadian. We (Mr. Perfect and I) are in North Canada for the wedding. Mr. Perfect, as he is a great friend, had offered to come along. Two is company.
ProMo 1: A quiet evening, a long walk. Maaaan!! The Northern Lights!!! And as it gets Aurora-Borealic, Mr. Perfect instantiates the ProMo! * God, I would die from an outburst of joy.*

Presumption 2: My parents set my curfew at 10 at night for just that day. and I am also allowed to go to the nearby beach with a male friend - Mr. Perfect.
ProMo 2: Dim moonlight. Deserted beach. Racing along the waters and stopping to catch our breaths - an unsuspecting moment and ProMo!

Presumption 3: It's my birthday. Dinner with Mr. Perfect and a free ride back home. Nice weather, slightly cold.
ProMo 3: Me: Thanks for dropping, ---------. (to be filled with Mr. Perfect's                       real name) .
                 Mr. P: Happy Birthday. :)
                 Me: Thanks. Good night. :)
                 Mr. P: Good night. And hey, there's something...

                                  ProMo!!!..... at my doorstep!!!

Well, that makes my top-three sweep-me-off-my-feet proposal suggestions. And I am keeping my fingers crossed.

OKAY, I KNOW, I KNOW. Get real!!

My "knight in shining armor" will come home riding with his obese mother, balding father, dumb-show-off brother and stuck-up sister in an auto. Obese mother will keep whispering to the moustache-has-more-hair-than-the-head father throughout the whole event. Stupid bro and snobbish sister will throw disgusting looks at me - hell, yeah, I will be wearing one of my mom's saris and probably cursing the concept of arranged marriages. Possible Mr. Perfect (who is so not my Mr. Perfect from the dreams :( ;( ) will be aimlessly looking either at the cobwebs in the ceiling or the lizard litter near the fridge.

Obese mother, to my mom: We like your daughter. yada.. yada..yada... Can we announce it in the church, then?

My mom, to obese mother: Oh, we are sooo glad!!!

*Sound of explosion. Ah, yeah, my heart*

So, the ultimate ProMo of my life:

   Soon-to-be-Mr.Perfect's obese mother just did... to my mom.

                        HOW SO ROMANTIC!!! SNIFF. SNIFF. 

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Thaaru Maaru Daaru Daaru

That's Phineas's catchphrase. Catchphrase? Phineas? That?? Exactly. My latest addiction - Phineas and Ferb in Tamil, and honestly, I love it. The original P&F is awesome, needless to say, and I adore it. But the Tamil version's got me ROFL everyday!! really.

The Tamil dubbing is simply superb. Phineas' language is like our very own school kids' - the slang, the accent, the delicate jargon. You got to watch it! Thaaru maaru, daaru daaru... Hei Ferb, naama inniku enna panna poromnu mudivu pannittaen..Hey, Perry engae?? Those are just a few picks. Ferb's pearls of wisdom have the panache that only superstars like Rajnikaanth and Vijaykaanth share - Nalla vaayam mudipaan, naara vaayan keduppan.. Kadham kadham.

Probably Ashley Tisdale from Aminjikarai gives Candace her voice. and it is absolutely hilarious. Candace uses posh terms like Gujilipa, bujji-kutti... Man, Jeremy, are you in a stroke of luck or what!

The highlight of the entire show is Heinz Doof. He has this heavy, interior-south accent and you cannot stop laughing once he starts talking. The dubbing is so cool he even says 'Feeter thee panda' for 'Peter, the panda'. yes, Feeter, with an 'f'. and yes, thee with two e's. The way he calls Perry - Perrrrrry, the plaaaatiipus. God, this is side-splitting material.

I can never tire of P&F - the Tamil version. It is fabulous. You gotta watch it. YOU GOT TO! Disney XD, 1930 hours, everyday.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

My Tata Docomo Commercial

Most of you would have seen that Docomo commercial, the interview one for MySong. I like it. And today, I lived it! I had an interview with a really good company (Not mentioning name for fear of losing my job ;) ). I had already taken those ap-tests and stuff, with no prior preparation obviously. and I got selected. What!! The way the recruiter spoke to me over phone yesterday, I thought there was only going to be a direct interview involving non-technical details. I go to the office today and take my seat with 5-6 people waiting for the interview. Good heavens! Except for me and a totally-drenched-in-sweat guy, everyone is poring over books. I feel like crap, honestly. I didn't even know there was a technical round. Awesome!

I am in the lounge... partly thinking of walking out. I haven't seen my text books in like ages. And with a memory span like mine - God, I am done. I just say - Lord. Listen. I don't know anything. Do whatever you want. Serious. I didn't even 'Amen' the prayer, now I remember. The tech-round-person calls me in. * When was the last time I attended an interview? Two years back. What!! And this person has smartness smothered all over his face. Great! *. It began like sort-of okay. He asked me about my college projects and my work stuff in Brazil. So far, so good. *Can I leave now????*

Uh unn... There starts the commercial. He starts with all these nice little basic things. For most questions I answered what would have been the most logical thing to do. Like what would you do when your browser window hangs? 
Me: I will end the process in the task manager.
He: What if it all freezes? 
Me: I will force power off and restart.

Then, we went on to Level 2. What is the difference between a worm, a trojan and a virus. I define them the way I want and give a totally crap answer that includes ancient Greece, Troy and Achilles. "Mmmm...." He smiles. *Can I leave now????* .

 He: Okay, let's talk about Safe mode. Why do we use it? How do we use it?
 Me: ummm... I would press F8.. *Please let it be F8, Lord*... and.. ummm... I use it when my installed OS has some problems.. and ummm.. I want to rectify them.. and.. ummm... in a much less.. ummm... *what word is that. heck.*.. you know, functionality thing, you know... *Technical terms, to hell with you*... 

He: Okaaayyyy, ( still smiling in a way that made me look like an idiot )... Now I am almost sure the interview is over. I want to get out of this place before he takes me for a total idiot. But then, most wishes don't come true when you want them to. aaaarrgh!! The questions that followed, I have no idea wat they were. Some words rang a faint bell somewhere inside the cranium. probably from the occipital lobe - it was pretty distant. *oh man, oh man.. that word.. from the 4th sem.. *... And for ALL the questions after that, I had one standard answer. No, three, actually. 

1. errr... I am not sure, sir.
2. I.. I.. I don't exactly remember now, sir
3. ummm... that.. I don't know, sir

*Can I leave now? puh leez... :( *

He: (looks at my resume) How may I call you?
Me: *Romba mukiyam!!* Sharon, sir.. *started to fake it, but ended up smiling honestly*. I like it that way. :)
He: can you wait for some time Sharon? You can take the next round.
Me: Thank you, sir (Like I knew I would clear this round)

Out of the Discussion room... and me, to self - Oh My God.. Oh My God.. Oh My God.. What are you, Lord! Even I wouldn't have hired myself! Are you doing this Docomo thing on me coz you know I like the ad??

I got the job... and I am still clueless how.. :)

Monday, May 17, 2010

THE Cinderella Story

'Cinderella' is my second most favorite fairy tale. I was arranging my sister's fairy-tale dolls and thought clouds with Cinderella tags popped over my head. Unassuming, ordinary, poor Ella by the cinders... Magical fairy Godmother (whose role was taken by daVinci in Drew Barrymore's medieval rendition and online chat in Hilary Duff's high school version)... Prince Charming... Love... Happily ever after. Develop the hints!

I was playing the story in my mind and then it struck me - mine is a perfect Cinderella story. Hold your breath. Yeah, I get to be Cinderella in my story. And okay, I am Cinderella sans the beauty, the soft-spokenness, the charm and the long, flowing hair. Big-time-loser -> that was me. My childhood wasn't exactly royalty. Nor was any other phase. ;). Growing up, my best friends were milkmaids and annas who were giving their sixth grade final exams the 6th or 7th go. I was scared of people. Scared of embarrassment. I would rather not play than strike out in a game. I thought I would never be able to do anything good. at all.

Man, who knew it was the cue for the Prince!

My Cinderella story has this slight twist - there's no fairy godmother.In mine, the Prince came looking for me. He knew how pathetic my life was and still chose me. He made my life most beautiful. Gave me everything, even my wishes that were yet unasked. 'Christ in Brazil' was my dream from class eight. Who'd have guessed that this small town girl would one day get to see the Redeemer in all splendor! I hadn't met any girl from a university choir who had been attending a choir-less church back home till I saw myself in the mirror after a college Christmas recital. This Prince Charming has given me amazing love at home, loads of friends, opportunities, health, money, joy, peace.. everything. To top it, He has taken me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love... (Song of Songs 2:4)

His turn to speak. and He says : My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places on the mountainside, show me your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely. (Song of Songs 2:14)

Tell you what, I feel like I am living a dream. Feel like I am living a fairy tale - The Cinderella Story.