Trisha, Uncle, a Coucal and a Shark

You never realise that a really boring and snail paced week does have a lot of random and really interesting things happening. But never is an adjective not to be used in this context as that would defeat the whole purpose of this post. By now you must have guessed what the contents of the post are..

The first thing for interesting things to happen to you even in your most sedate and boring days is to have a very good sense of humour; self-depreciating if possible. I believe that I have that requisite. Facebook is fast becoming an irritation (especially when you find out that its CEO is the world's youngest billionaire); but it did provide some comic relief the week past. The suggestions tab is a constant nuisance in Facebook but for once there was truly an awesome suggestion. It said, "Trisha Krishnan- become a friend" Unsuspectingly I was overjoyed (thinking for a moment that maybe I had a common friend) and was lured into pressing the "add as friend" button when Facebook quite hilariously turned villian and said "This person already has too many friends".
What was I thinking? It was a typical bollywood movie romance destined to fail.....

 Moving on.. (yeah already.. :D) you, definitely if you are male, maybe if you are female, must have played cricket when you were young (well younger). If so, you would have definitely come across this situation. The ball comes towards you and its a perfectly juicy one and for once you think you can really thump it. And thump it you do, but as usual lady luck smiles on you and the ball ends up in the last place you want it to be. Not the keeper's or the fielder's hands, you can live with that. Not even the stumps, you can digest that. But in the nearby house. Especially the one with the fiery pati. There always seems to be a fiery pati wherever you play galli cricket. So keeping that terror in mind, when the knock came I wasn't angry or irritated. The boys said the ball fell in the terrace, so up I went to fetch it for them. And I found the ball after some effort and threw it to the waiting hands only to hear the fatal words.... "Thank you Uncle"....


The other thing that happened this week was that I finally managed to cap eyes and shutter on an elusive guest. This particular guest was not just elusive but also extremely intriguing, what with its red eyes (no, not because of the camera), blue wings, brown tail and an extremely melodious chirping I was hard pressed not to try and go after it every time it flew away. But thankfully this time I had the sense to capture it on camera. Google of course helped me identify it as the Greater Coucal.

And finally yesterday I was able to achieve my life's dream of hanging myself without losing my life. I am an ardent Vijay fan as you probably know, but even I was not able to do much more than stop my friend from taking the mickey out of me. I am of course talking about Sura the Shark. Well I have high hopes for him still and he has said that this is his last masala flick. And his fans have been extremely patient and are now actually asking him to become a better actor. (See this letter). I have a few stories for him too and only wish I could contact him somehow. If anybody can help me this is my siren, please do.