Guest Blogger…

Another misleading title guys and girls. There is no guest blogger here. I, myself feel like a guest blogger on my blog sometimes, no no, make it all the time! I have not written anything from past one month and I have a lot of things to blame but since it is me who should have found time for my so called passion “blogging”, I blame myself.

So would my New Year resolution be to post more frequently? Uhh..not really. Since I don’t believe in New Year resolutions, I have none. So, it is the end of the year and  a lot more things left to do on my blog. Yeah, I plan to do the things I didn’t do in the past one year on my blog today..the last day of 2011. Well…now that is Pooja for you. Superwoman Pooja! Cut out the craziness Pooja. Sorry, let me take a break, Awesome Bangalore weather is making me crazy, not that I was not any less crazy before, but, you see, you need to blame something or someone for something you think is not somehow right. Now that makes too many “some” in that one line..awesome!

Firstly, let me appreciate a few of my favourite bloggers whose blogs I read (I might not read all their posts, but I do follow the posts I like). They are the reason most of the times I don’t write, instead I end up reading their blogs:

• Sunita aka Sukupedia: I love the way she writes. One mind boggling, tongue wagging blogger. I think she can write anything and everything and I never cease to like her posts. Thanks Suku for being “Just Suku” .
• Chintan aka The Blunt Blog: Now, does she need an introduction in the world of blogging? I think every kid in the blogging world would know her. Blunt, straight and ‘cut the crap’ kind of  blogger. I don’t  think I will ever get tired of reading her posts. You rock “Miss Roark”!
• Shrijeet aka ASS On Fire Takes You Higher: A blogger with such a unique blog name should have some mettle. He dishes out a lot of horse manure, well, no I am not saying it, it is his own words. A blogger I can connect with. His posts are just him and more him and that is why it is difficult not to click on every post of his. I think  I can dish out more than 5 posts myself with all the comments I have received from him, quite entertaining comments. Shrijeet–A Complete Entertainer.
• Saru aka Words: Another blogger who needs no introduction. If I could write 1/10^th of how she writes her poems, I would have considered myself blessed. Saru, may you always have the same flow of words you have now all your life.
• Rahul aka Monumental Crankiness: He can play very well with his words. I don’t know how can someone have so many words in their vocabulary. Funny, entertaining and cranky. May you always retain that certain bit of crankiness that make your posts so adorable.
• Leo aka Art à l'écriture: An awesome poet, an awesome story teller and a noble soul. I really think his stories should be published and he ought to start writing books, novels and the kind. Leo, it is such a pleasure to have come across a blogger like you and you truly deserve the best in life.
• Jude Lopez aka Clocks and Crystal Balls: I think he is one of the most under-rated bloggers. He is a story teller beyond imagination. His style of writing is like the old time classic English literature writers. Jude, I hope your novel gets published soon and your dreams get fulfilled.
• Purba aka A-Musing: Her blog posts are such mood lifters. If you are looking for sarcasm blended with humour, then Purba is your answer. Funny, entertaining and totally ROFL kind of posts. Purba, I bow to you!

PS: The above list is incomplete, I will add on to it in the years to come by.

Ok, so next thing I need to do before the year ends is list my favourite posts written by none other than Ms. Pooja, yeah its me! Let me see which of the posts I actually like from my blog. Please bear with me.

             

·      The Word Is Ma…

·      Daddy Dearest…

·      Random…

·      The madness called success and the sadness called failure…

·      ............

·      Forever yours…

·      I wish I could be a dog in my next life…

·      And my all time favourite, I love “love stories”…

·      I hate to accept, but BowTie series too features in the list.

Now that am done with everything I had to do, except  change the template once more for the new year, I will take your leave incase you have managed to stay till this line.

May your 2012 be filled with happiness, success and a lot of celebrations. Happy New Year ! Hope to see you more often in the coming year.

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I wish I could be a dog in my next life…

My eyes are wet today. It happens most of the time when I end up reading books with a love story theme, however happy or tragic it turns out to be. Yes, am an emotional fool.  Did I develop this talent or was I born with it, I do not know.

I just finished reading Garth Stein’s “ The Art Of Racing In The Rain”. No, it is not a love story or is it one portraying the love between a master and his dog? I think it is. Is it a great book? Do I recommend it to others? Is it worth reading? I have no idea. I just know I totally loved the book and yes I could connect with it.

The book is all about Enzo- the dog and Denny- his master and their lives and how they manage to laugh together, cry together and play together and are united in times of happiness and tragedy. All of it narrated by Enzo as he sees it. The soul of the book portrays how Enzo is preparing himself to be a human in his next life. I want to be a dog in my next life.

I know how it is to be with dogs. I know how they feel for their masters. I wish they could speak. I wish I could understand them better. When Puchhu came into my life a few years back, I didn’t know I would experience all that I have experienced with her- joy, sadness, uncertainity, fear and all other emotions. More about Puchhu here.

She is quite old now. She comes home occasionally having found a new home which is rare for dogs since they are known to very loyal. But then, does loyalty mean to be physically present all the time? I don’t think so though I do feel very sad that she comes only occasionally nowadays. But, she was not meant to be bound to anyone. She was born free, lives freely and am sure will die freely.

Am scared of the time when she will have to renounce her body and move away from life. I have no idea if I will be able to handle it. She has been there with me whenever I have most needed her. She listens to me when all of them refuse. She loves me even when I don’t. She reassures me like no one can. If there is one thing I want to learn from her, it is to learn how to live life without any expectations, to live life like there is no tomorrow, to live like no one cares. Yes, I definitely want to be a dog in my next life!

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Misinterpreted Wishes…

Does it happen to you that you wish for an apple and end up with a tomato? Do your wishes backfire? Mine do.

• I, sometime back, had wished for fever instead of cold.  What happened? I ended up with both cold and fever. I know it was a stupid wish to ask for but running nose can be frustrating sometimes!
• The other time, I had wished I could forget a few things in life and remain calm and peaceful. What did I forget? My E-mail account’s password and the security question.

I think my wishes are jinxed. I always ask for something , end up with the wish granted but with a twist. Can someone help?

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What is in a name?

Seriously speaking, I have never liked my name. Pooja is such a common name. Every person you know might know one or the other Pooja.  I always have felt that I should have been named something more appealing and something less common. But, for some unknown, spooky reason, I have been the only Pooja in my class throughout my schooling and college life. Some consideration I must say!

To top it all, most friends call me Poo, Pooj, Pooji and Pooh. Pooh is my favourite out of the lot. Thanks Mana..I like the way you call me :) My mom calls me Pooju sometimes. Again, these are common nick names. Well, with a common name Pooja, I couldn’t have expected to have a less common nick name.

Now you must be thinking why I am ranting about names and nick names today. Well, I was trying to create a new E-mail ID for myself with my name in it and lo, it is just not possible to create one with my actual name in it. Firstly, Pooja is a common name and if that was not enough, Sridhar is another common name. And, Pooja Sridhar in combination is another common name!!  Google gives me weird suggestions, but, I am not happy with any of them. I tried adding special characters, numbers and what not but it just does not give a proper username. If it is something I like, they seem to exist already.

I have now dropped the idea of creating a new account. I will create a new Email Id only after I get married now. My only respite is that I find a guy with an uncommon name. Atleast then, maybe I can have an Email Id which I like!

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Current Happenings…

It has been long since I last posted. This is one line you will find in most of my posts. Kya karoon..majboori hain.

I have been suffering from Rhinorrhea  from past few days. Does it ring a bell? Yes? No? Arrey kuch toh bolo. It is not something where the doctor will come and tell you with a sad face, “ I am sorry. Aap kuch hi  dino ki mehmaan hain.” Instead he might tell his son or daughter, “ Dekho beta, joker ka naakh aisa hi hota hain.” Ok, enough of this scientific melodrama. I am suffering from common cold and I think it is way too common nowadays, much against my liking. Achooo…sorry.

Bangalore weather is fluctuating so badly. I think Suryadev, Vayudev and Varundev need to come into a consensus as to who is going to make their presence felt here in November. It looks like they are fighting it out to make their presence felt and poor me is suffering because of their indecision. Why does the common man have to suffer..always? Nah..just another clichéd line. Cold thodi bedbhaav karke aata hain. My posts are turning to be in Hinglish now..by the way, is there a term called Hinglish or am I making my own vocabulary. I wonder why I tend to talk in Hindi since my mother tongue is Kannada and that too Havyak Kannada. Maybe 3 years in Agra left its mark. I love the Hindi language. I truly do. Again, I deviated from the topic. Now that is me. Good to see that I am still me. Pat on my back.

Coming back to my current state, I hate suffering from cold, not that anyone would love suffering from it. I think it is the most disgusting things one can suffer from. If I had an option, I would have chosen fever over cold. I hate having running nose, watering eyes and sneezing. Why couldn’t God have provided me with two noses, one just for keepsake and replaceable when I am suffering from this stupid cold. Achooo..achoo..achooo. I am tired of carrying 3 hankies and 2 packets of tissues everyday. I hope it to end soon. I feel like a red nosed monkey with this cold!! Achooo..achoo..achoo.

This is it. I am ending this nonsense post. But, why did I post this in the first place?!?!?!? Hmm..kya pata. Ab yahi post karne ka mann tha..toh mann ki sun li maine.

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Notes to self- Only time when I can refer to myself as ‘you’ !

• Finish reading one book before moving on to the second one. Remember, you have five books to complete and three more are in the cupboard!!
• Don’t buy books just because they are on the ‘must read’ section of some book review site. Remember 400 odd rupees spent on that award winning book? You dozed off every time you read beyond 5 pages. I hope you have learnt a lesson from it. If not, it is high time you do.
• Getting drenched in the rain while coming back home from office is ‘sheer laziness’ . So, use the umbrella you carry and don’t be lazy. You will have to keep your nose aside if you keep getting drenched in the rain. It is already leaking more than it should.
• Post frequently on your blogs.  Don’t spend time looking at the sky. “The sky will fall” is just an idiom. So, instead of waiting for it to fall, you can post something sane and readable in the meantime.
• Drink lots of water. The water crisis will not end with you drinking only 4 glasses of water a day.

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My Hair, My story: My Hair-On-Experiences…

When I was born and my mother had her first look at me, my head to be precise, she thought she had given birth to a bear cub ( Post-delivery delirium I suppose if there is something like that)!!  I had more hair than most babies do at the time of birth. My mother tells me now that people who came to visit us in the hospital back then always noticed my baby hair and complimented me for the same. I remember nothing for obvious reasons. Coming to think of it, that must have been my first ‘wow moment’ and all credits to my hair.

I have had absolutely no problems, during my growing up years, regarding my hair. I had smooth, silky, lustrous hair until I was 13 years old. My mother oiled and shampooed it regularly. School was nearby, hence exposure to pollution was minimal. So, till 13, all I received was compliments for my hair.

When it came to high school and college, I had to travel long distances. This is when my hair started to lose its shine and turned dry very quickly. All thanks to Bangalore’s ever-growing pollution and my stubbornness to not oil my hair regularly since I considered it old-fashioned for college-going girls to have oily and sticky looking hair!!

By the time I started to work, a year and half ago to be exact, my hair was in its worst condition ever- dry hair, split ends, hair fall, colour change from jet black to lighter tone of black and dandruff. The compliments dwindled. 

It was time to act and I turned to my crisis manager, my mother. She gave me some tips which I have personally tried and am going to share them with you here:

Oil your hair regularly: Apply oil onto your hair, massage gently and leave it for a minimum of 20 minutes before washing your hair.

Rub your scalp with lemon soaked in lukewarm oil: Cut lemon into thin slices, soak it in lukewarm oil, rub it on the scalp and leave it on for about 15 minutes before washing it off. It is known to reduce dandruff and increase the shine of your hair.

Apply a mask of hibiscus leaves: Grind fresh, green hibiscus leaves and apply the thick paste onto your hair and keep it on for atleast half an hour before washing it off. This works as conditioning for the hair.

Wash your hair atleast thrice a week using a mild shampoo and conditioner: I know washing hair daily is not feasible for working professionals like us. So thrice a week is fine to maintain them in good condition.

Comb regularly: Comb your hair regularly to keep it untangled. But, do not over-comb as it can stress the hair roots.

Use only lukewarm water for washing your hair: This I can vouch for. I am a Biochemist and I know that heat causes proteins to denature and constant hair-wash with hot water can do the same to your hair since hair is nothing but protein, keratin to be specific.

Lifestyle: Maintain a healthy lifestyle. Drink lots of water ( I need to work on this myself), eat less junk and sleep well.

All the above worked really well and my hair started to regain its lost texture. But, I found the first three tips very cumbersome  and they dirtied my bathroom floor and I hate cleaning oily and messy bathroom floors. Also, the overall process of retexturing took months together.

I wanted something more effective and less time consuming. And lo, when I was thinking of what next, I received the New Dove Nourishing Oil Care Range, a set of 4 awesome products – Dove Nourishing Oil Care Shampoo, Dove Nourishing Oil Care Daily Treatment Conditioner, Dove Nourishing Oil Care Vita Oil Serum and Dove Nourishing Oil Care Repair Mask. I have used these personally and by my hands on experience , err, hair-on-experience, I can tell you that my hair started to look more healthy, more smooth, more shiny and more black just after 2-3 washes. I will not go into the details of the products or the contents (Remember I am a Biochemist, so I tend to get carried away when talking about the ingredients. I will be a little thoughtful of my readers :)  For more info, you can login here).

The best part, I don’t have to worry about my hair looking oily and sticky because the products seem to absorb quickly into the hair leaving no traces of oil on surface. Also, no more dirty and oily bathroom floors. The end result is just smooth, silky and shiny hair and an add on bonus is that it doesn’t leave my hair smell of oil; instead, it leaves my hair smelling lovely. My only concern was the pricing but I think it is realistic in today’s market.

And yes, the compliments are back. Just the other day, my friend asked if I was in love since she felt I looked more happy and more confident. I said ‘yes’ and it is true- I currently am in love with the way my hair feels. It is time to let my hair down. Well…literally.

PS: This is my entry for  Dove and IndiBlogger present the “Love your Hair and it loves you back” contest . The opinions presented here are solely mine and are based on my personal use of the above mentioned tips and products.

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Stress busters…

So what do you do when you are stressed out and want to relax? I think people have different ways to relax.

• Get a hair cut: Feels so much lighter afterwards. Many of my friends swear by this and tell me that they do feel relaxed after a hair cut.
• Get manicure/pedicure or any of the beauty treatments done: Manicure, pedicure, facials, hair massage, deep conditioning etc also seem to do the trick for most of them.
• Go on  a shopping spree: Loosen the purse strings and spend on things wanted and unwanted. A lighter purse leads to a lighter head for some of them.
• Go to a restaurant and have good food: Food seems to relax almost all of them . Good food does the trick and heavier the belly, lighter the head.
• Watch a movie or watch a match or watch a mindless soap:  More you are glued to the television, lighter the head.
• Hit the gym:  I  don’t know how this helps. Maybe blood circulation increases in the brain and more serotonin is released. Yeah I can get scientific sometimes. I am just proving I will always be a biochemist at heart.
• Chocolate and ice-creams: I don’t think I need to explain.
• Music: I don’t think even this needs any explanation.
• Sleep: Zzzzzzzzzz

Well.. these were some of the top replies I got from people around. But, what do I do? Read below:

• Shop for books: I go crazy buying books of all kinds. I currently have more books than my cupboard can accommodate. I just love books. I love the smell of the pages. It relaxes me instantly when I enter a bookstore. I just love the feel of a bookstore.
• Reading anything I can get a hand on: Yes I love reading. Be it a novel, text books, news papers, blogs, pamphlets, biscuit and chocolate wrappers , anything and everything.
• Talking to the dogs on the street: Nah..am not crazy. I just love dogs. They come wagging their tails when I am on the road and I do exchange pleasantries with them. Weird, is it? Uhh.. anything for the dogs.
• Yes, the usual stuff also help me relax: Chocolates, Ice creams, good food, music and ofcourse a nice afternoon nap during the weekend. 

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Enough is enough!!

I have been in quite an irritated frame of mind from past two days. Nothing great, just quarter life crisis . I know life plays its own game and we are just mere players who most of the times have to abide by the rules of the game and me being such a devout follower of rules, I tend to over-follow the rules sometimes . I do wonder why I am like this.  Why can I not just override the rules like few others and still be happy and peaceful. Or is it just that “The grass is always greener on the other side”?

I don’t understand why few people don’t understand that I have my own life, my own choices, my own expectations and my own dreams and I so well know that they are nothing unrealistic. Forget unrealistic, they are just basic necessities and yet people sulk and make me feel like a loser sometimes. I wouldn’t have cared a damn if those people meant nothing to me, but when they are people who do mean a lot to me than they think they do, it hurts.  Do they think I am immature enough not to understand what I want in life? Don’t they see that I am suffering too because they are suffering, maybe more than them since “I am the player here” and “I am playing the game of life”? I don’t want to feel the way I am currently feeling. I want to live life as it comes and not worry too much about things I don’t have a control on. I know they care very much but I know now that over caring and over worrying is not the way to get things done in life.  It just makes the person in question and people around more worried and more pessimistic and I hate pessimism to the core.

I know it is not something to even get tensed about. Everyone’s life is not the same. Some people’s wishes are granted soon enough and some people may have to wait a little longer, but is it even a reason to lose faith and sulk all day long and make others feel worse than they already are feeling? People have bigger problems in life - problems that might not even have solutions but do they sulk? Nah.. they just go on with life because every problem in life teaches us one new thing about ourselves.

I currently love my life and I want it to remain. I have overcome so many crises before and I know that life is not easy for everyone every single day and I love my life with all its ups and downs. So stop sulking and enjoy the life you have got for you never know what you have got till you lose one – be it life, love or respect.

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Anatomical conversations…

Every evening I decide to post on my blog, yes this blog and not the other one ( I am quite frequent out there…uhh..currently!!), but I end up not posting anything new. What happens right after I come back home from office is as below:

My brain: “ Switch on the computer and check if there are any new posts, any new followers, any new comments.  Check both the blogs. Check out other blogs where a comment has been left and reply is awaited.”

My hands: “We are tired of using the keyboard the whole day. We need some rest.”

My eyes: “Same here. We too need some rest.”

My heart(always an optimist): “I am sure there are new comments, new followers, blah, blah blah. We can just sneak in and check once.”

My eyes and my hands revolt.

My brain and my heart don’t care.

After logging in,

My heart: “First, let us see BowTie :)”

All of them agree. After being there for sometime and being disappointed:

My brain: “Now let us go to Thoughtless”

My eyes: “No………………………I can’t take myself off BowTie!!”

My hands(still revolting): “Am tired guys(oh sorry girls).”

Who cares??

It is navigation to Thoughtless from BowTie :).

My brain: “We need a post soon.”

My heart: “But I currently don’t have anything close to me that needs to be shared.”

My eyes: “Uhh..brightness hurts.”

My hands: “Lets go.”

My brain and my heart: “Lets go to IndiBlogger and see what is happening.”

An hour or so on IndiBlogger, talking and chatting on the forum.

My brain and my heart: “Lets work on the new post. Before that, let us post something on BowTie :) . ”

My eyes and my hands:“Can we come back tomorrow?”

As always, heart and brain don’t listen.

After posting on BowTie, interruption.

My Ears: “I can hear somebody yell from the kitchen.”

My mouth and my stomach : “We need to get to work.”

All of them agree.

After dinner, back on the system.

My heart and my brain: “Let us see what other bloggers are upto . Then we’ll post on Thoughtless.”

My hands and my eyes: “Not again.”

After surfing and checking out and commenting on others’ blogs.

All of them: “Lets come back tomorrow. We all need rest.”

New post goes down the drain!!!

PS: I am out of my senses to post something like this. But, since my hands, even after being so tired, typed all this, I posted it anyways. I hate..I hate this post!!!

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How to create a traffic jam when it comes to your blog traffic.

Friends: Friends come in handy when you are new to blogging and even afterwards. Pester them, blackmail them, bribe them. Do not worry much about CBI/Lokayukta/Lokpal(incase it gets accepted) because they all are currently busy with their own issues. In case the above said ideas don’t work, then just use the tried and tested method which is “Tum apne dost ke liye itna nahi kar sakthe? ( Can you not do even this much for your friend?)”. Make sure you add in a little melodrama when you ask them the above question. If you are bad at it, then you can take a course in it by watching any of the Saas-Bahu serials. Make sure you don’t overact. It can prove to be addictive.

After all, Har ek friend zaroori hota hain like Airtel rightly puts it.

Family: Once again, pester them, blackmail them and do not bribe them since you would be using their own money to bribe them in case you are still studying and if you are earning, they would feel like you are showing off. So no bribing. Puppy face can do the trick. If you are bad at making faces, most of them are not. In case you are among the selected few who are bad at making faces in general and puppy face in particular, then Google puppy face and see the expression and practice the same in front of a mirror. Practice makes a man perfect you know. Try it out, no harm.

After all, family comes first.

Facebook and Twitter: Thanks to these social networking sites, life has become so much more impersonal. Every Tom, Dick and Harry knows every other Eena, Meena and Deeka. Post all updates about your blog on these and ‘some’ people are so used to clicking on the ‘like’ and ‘share’ button that they would be tempted to click on it anyways even without reading the posts. Seeing the number of likes and shares, some actual reader might read your blog and so the job gets done anyway.

After all, sharing is caring.

Spread the word: Try talking about your blog to everyone you meet , so much so that the other person should get so irritated that he/she will want to have a look at your blog to see what is so special about it. Liking your blog, following it is secondary. Atleast, your page-view stats stand increased.

After all, Dimag ki dahi nikhalna is not a bachho ka khel.

Optimizing post titles using SEOs: Have post titles that have no relation to the actual post just for the SEO to work its magic. And tadaaa… your blog has a better rank in the web world irrespective of what you post.

After all, web is what you make of it.

Disclaimer: This is just a light hearted post. No reference to anyone anywhere.

Confession: I also have tried these tricks when I was very new to blogging.

Conclusion: The above said tricks do not work. If you are truly passionate about blogging and want ‘actual readers’ to read your blog and follow it, then there is ‘one and only, tried and tested and proven method’ - Write passionately. It will surely strike a chord somewhere. Till then, Happy Blogging.

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The Year Gone By…

My blog turned a year old today. The journey so far has seen a  lot of happy events,a little bit of downtime, but, has always been enjoyable.

When I decided to start my own blog, I thought it would be a child’s play since I had previously written for school and college magazines. But, I was wrong. Blogging is a different ball game altogether.I found posting regularly wasn’t easy. Time constraint, lack of topics, lack of will power didn’t help either.

It is a human tendency to be over enthusiastic when we start off with something new and then gradually the enthusiasm fizzles out. Same thing happened to me. I had to do something about it. I couldn’t leave my blog orphaned. Coming across IndiBlogger happened at the right time for me.Talking to other bloggers, reading their posts, getting my blog reviewed, receiving comments, increase in the number of followers gave me the push to continue blogging and also made me post regularly.

This post is just an excuse to thank all my readers, each and everyone of you. Also, thanks to IndiBlogger for providing the right platform for bloggers like me to connect with other like minded people. Thanks a ton guys :)

“Thoughtless Ramifications…” wouldn’t be what it is without all you wonderful people. Thanks again :)

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Curiosity killed the cat. Well, almost!!!

The cat...meow.

I have never had any major mishaps as a baby like most babies do . The reason being I found it a struggle to move around because I couldn't carry my own weight around(Look at the picture for proof). So, all I did was sit in one place and play. I never gave a reason for any mishap to occur. I know many mothers would love a baby like that.

After I grew a little older and my baby fat was lost after I started schooling, I have had my share of mishaps. One such episode is still very fresh in my mind.  I was five years old then  and used to come back home in the afternoon. My mum would then serve me lunch and  go in for her afternoon nap . There was no point of her waiting for me to finish my lunch since I would take a minimum of 3hrs to finish my food. I have been a troublesome child when it came to eating. So, on that fateful day, she served me Peas Pulav and went in for her nap.  

I sat in front of the TV, eating very slowly like I always did. Then , curiosity struck and I decided to measure the size of my nostrils. I looked around and found the pea to be the perfect tool for the task . I put the pea into one of my nostrils  and found it to be a perfect fit. I tried removing it when I realized it was time for my mum to wake up and she would scold me for doing such a thing. Then came the dreaded moment, the pea was stuck . Due to my breathing, I had pushed the pea further up my nose. When my mum woke up and came to me, she found that there was something fishy by the way I was acting. On enquiring, I blurted out the incident and she grew panicky. She tried all measures to remove the pea but all her efforts failed. The sneeze never came nor did I cough. I could still breathe with one nostril but after sometime I started feeling a little breathless, more so because of the fear of dying young. Finally, my mother took me to my neighbour’s house and the pea was finally removed after a lot of efforts.  

From that day onwards, I swore to myself that I would never experiment such a thing on myself or on others. I have been pretty harmless since then.

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Music to the ears…

I spend a lot of time travelling to and back from office and during all  these times, the radio on my phone has been one humble companion. I like it better than my music player. Radio has its own charm. A typical weekday starts with me hopping into a bus and plugging my ears with the earphones and tuning into one of the radio stations.

The radio has always proven to be a loyal companion since my college days. I feel listening to the radio is like being with a person who understand your emotions very well. It has always cheered me up with lovely songs when I have needed them the most. It has made me realize the meaning of life by playing the touching, soulful songs. It has also made me sad by playing  songs that can make me cry every time I listen to them. It has made me crazy and freaked out by playing those meaningless songs that a few composers are known for.It has made me sing and dance though I am not very good at either of them. It has made me smile and laugh by playing all those sweet-nothings that people have to say to the love of their lives. (Yeah I still remain to be a die hard romantic. I still love the feeling of love though I myself haven’t found the love of my life yet :)) .

Another thing I like about the radio is the fact that it is so close to real life. People share their experiences and yet can remain anonymous to the world. Many a times listening to these people speak and share their experiences helps you solve your life’s problems. There is an instant connection between you and the person on air and the best part is that there are less chances of being  judgmental because most of the times we judge another person by what we see and not by what we hear.

Cheers to the RJs who have to wag their tongues constantly for keeping us entertained :) I wish the time comes soon when you guys get the same recognition as our television artists because you are no less. A special mention here, thanks a lot MJ Prithvi ( For people who don’t know him, he is one of the RJs on 94.3 Radio One, Bangalore and his is the show I listen to every morning) for being a complete entertainment package. Great job dude. Rock On!!!

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