A Trip to Nostalgia

Hmmm…

So where do I begin?

How does one write more about someone on whom so much has been written already. Over a period of 2 years in a compendium of almost 2 dozen posts.

Lets see.

Do I begin with how our already good friendship has cemented in the past one year post MMS. Or with how the equation therein has become more balanced.

Should I start with how enthusiastic you continue to be, be it regarding meeting up on some obscure weekday or arranging stuff for the birthday of someone from IYAU.

Or would it be apt to begin with the evidence suggested by ‘trail-mails’ which are initiated, promoted and fuelled by you.

Describing you is like describing a concentric maze. I can begin from n different points, but all roads lead to the center, and agree with each other. In this case, that you are. Still. An Angel.

Ok, now that we have, though un-necessarily, re-established this obvious fact, allow me to continue further.

You know what I’m going to do? I’m going to browse through the blog and select excerpts from the articles written there, and post them in this article. Wattayfun innit!!!


Shazia- Welcome to Sowmyaland- saturday, april 19, 2008
And you know what the best part is? This new world which we have created for you will remain with you not only on your birthday, but it’ll stay the same for many years to come.

And the residents of this world, ‘Us’, will keep writing things about you here, whether we are near you or not. And that way, though the physical distance between us may grow, you’ll always remain close to our hearts..

Avishkar- What are You Made up of?- wednesday, april 23, 2008
You are one of those people whom I want to stay connected to all my life! You are the teacher from whom all of us have learnt something or the other. You have made me realise how to live for others .

Avinash- The Queen- thursday, april 24, 2008
As the name literally means… soft… delicate and kind by nature and personality as a whole… but there is evolution which is happening all the time… and the good traits are carried forward with addition of new ones… this soft gentle girl has evolved wonderfully and has added many facets to her personality, which she carries off so well.

Anupam- The Delicate Darling- friday, april 25, 2008
She s so sweet, preety, cute, innocent, SUNDAR(he he I hope u rmmbr)..jst like a teddy or a cute bugs bunny…just feel like gvng her a hug evrytime she does a pretty thing… (now dats a diff matter dat she does such things every minute, bechari thak jaayegi itne hugs diye to DELICATE hai na!!)

Yours Truly- The Angel & the Midget- sunday, april 27, 2008
Give it a thought Sowmya, if what I say is not true, why else would a bunch of people, who lead what they would like to believe are busy lives, why else would they take out an hour every day to write ‘articles’ about you? Why else would they prolong your birthday gift for 20 days, when the whole thing could have been over in a day?

Sowmya- In reply to Wish I Could be Like You- by Shazia- may 6, 2008
You know moti when I read this post I didn’t know whether to laugh or to shed a tear. What you wrote and the way you wrote it was so touching that i sat numb for a minute or two...

Nikhil- Happy Raksha Bandhan- friday, august 15, 2008
And then was formed the group of 6 friends which are the best friends I ever had. You got the tag of Tambu on you, but I never knew from where this name evolved, but anyways, in spite of everyone calling you Tambu, I like calling you Sowmya. Now, let me tell you what I think about you. I have seriously not seen such a calm and cool personality like you. Once I discussed this with Avi also. Does this lady ever get angry on anyone? Anything happens you take it so calmly which always amazes me. You r the youngest amongst all of us but the most sensible one.

Another Nikhil- Thank You- friday, august 15, 2008
THANK YOU very much for making me walk forward in life… thanks a lot… You have always been there whenever I needed a friend and guided me perfectly in life… Actually I am falling short of words to thank you… One more thing, you remember once we are in BARC and I was depressed n u asked whether I was waiting for an angel to come n change my life. Arey I didn’t know then that an angel herself was giving me advice…

Manasa Didi- Li’l Sis- october 19, 2008
My first memories of you are of a little girl who stole my mother away from me. I loved u for being so cute and all but, hated u for taking away Amma’s attention from me (I was the sole beneficiary till the night before)... but then how was I to know that u would be the one to understand me and help me cement my relations with everyone?

A lot of things in my life are the way they are because of you. You have filled in so many roles in my life I just can’t count.

Sowmya- Thank You- saturday, february 14, 2009
My life, without these few people…I realized, would have been so bland…each in their own way has been such a special part of my life…you all have been a part of so many of my life’s milestones….SO MANY that when I look back I only see times when you made a difference………..

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Well, there you are. These are the best lines from the already best blog.

I’ll not spoil the cake by trying to put an icing on it, when none is required, by writing something more here.

After reading this article tonight on 20th Apr 2010, the possible tears in your eyes and the sure-shot smile on your face will keep you company as you go on a trip to Nostalgia.

We remain,

In Your Awe United.

Love



And yes, Happy Birthday… J

Happy Freezer Day

Wel so here m bk to writing which I did xactly one year b4…

I have never seen such a expressive present ever b4 this blog…it helped all of FREEZER’s frns to xprss themselves whch I feel is not posbl in person… we can write as mch as v want n as many times…whnevr v start feelin smthn new abt her… its not abt d a single day – Happy Freezerday…I would call it frm nw… bt its an on going process fr d whole year n thn d next yr cms lik ths n v gv it a boost agn…n It goes on lik ths….

Most f d birthday wishes end wd 3 words only coz bday gal gets so many calls at d same time at 12…So all f us cn xprss ourselves wdout gtng disapntd dat she dint hear wat v wantd to tel her n dat too on a single platform n evry1 cn read it !!!! BINGOOO….

She never expctd my TEXT on her blog… (obvsly a new frnd I was at dat time) bt thn as my speed s gud so I kpt runnin…n reached here where she cn expect my WORDS on her blog…

HEY GAL...I MISS U LIKE ANYTHN…I miss u evrytime I hv a sizzler, evrytime I hv fun… evrytime I feel like pulling sm1’s cheeks…evrytime I feel like hvng a filter coffee… evrytime I want sm1 to loose frm me in badminton…whnevr I feel lik sharing smthn useless wd sm1…

U r alwz thr to listen to me…u alwz gave me advices on silly topics whnver I wanted… u nvr believe dat I hv 4 galfrns (sad on ur part, m a dude)… u r alwz thr to help my frns whnevr they r stuck in their MBA projects (frm their side, lol)… most importantly u r alwz thr to blame me whn I don call or reply to ur msgs n WHEN ITS D ODR WAY ROUND… dats y I MISS U LIK ANYTHN GAL…

Hey FREEZER GAL…I miss dat bowlin wd ya…whn I made u loose frm my words only… n I STRIKE 3times I guess…hope u rmmbr!!!

I rmmbr dat MARLEY n ME whr shaz was enjoyin it bt u n me wre lukn at her only fr d whole 2 hrs, trying to find a reason hw cn she enjoy such a movie…

I miss dat BROCCOLI…whch I hated (n u too) n u forced it in my mouth… god it was yukss… n hottt tooo…whn v ate like mad…anythn n ebrythn dat came in our way… god I miss such feasts a lottt… I miss dat bad broccoli too, no one here to force it in my mouth n I promise u,I wl eat it ths time if u cm here, thr wl b no need to force it… Nw I knw wass d value f dat broccoli…whn I hv no one to force it in my mouth…

N suddenly I realize dat m rmmbrng all those gud times v spent togthr…jst bcoz f this BLOG only… n nw I undrstnd its value… flashback of our frnsp…

HAPPY FREEZERDAY GAL…KEEP FREEZIN D WHOLE WORLD…

May all ur wishes cm true…Keep Smilin.. n m alwz thr fr u..u knw dat,rite??

I don’t want new friends

My mind began to race the moment I was told that I would be writing the last post of this blog… the blog that’s come to mean so much more than a birthday gift…what was I to write…..how could I, in my one post do justice to the efforts of so many people? should I write a thank you note… say how precious each post is……but then I had tried that…over and over again…. to verbalize my gratitude and I know I didn’t do justice to what I actually felt…should I talk about how much I love the idea of a blog…should I say something of my own….random thoughts…
One thing led to another and soon I found myself reflecting upon the people behind this blog…how much they mean to me...how important a role they play in my life…and the realization was simply overwhelming….
Effectively ALMOST everybody who makes my world is a part of this blog……my sister….21 years is a very long time…and throughout she has been such a great support system….we have played, we have fought, she has been my friend, my guide, my companion and so much more…she is and will always remain one of the most precious people in my life….. my brothers (meet Nikhil and Nikhil  ….and both are sooo cute) my relationship with whom I take so much pride in…. Moti…most people call you my better half..i wont argue…better half..mirror image…the bottom line is that you are really really special…Adi…the creative genius…one person who has always been egging me to outperform myself..who holds immense confidence in me…..avi…..’the detective’..and the sweetest friend one can have…he will guide you, protect you, pamper you and go to any extent for you…Chottu…the most dedicated person I know…if I pen down what I have learnt from this chap I can write a book…all ill say now is that with his jolly and optimistic nature he has been a great source of inspiration….Anupam….the most genuine person I know who has always, irrespective of the situation, brought a smile to my face…..Karan…a really caring person and true friend in every sense.
My life, without these few people…I realized, would have been so bland…each in their own way has been such a special part of my life…you all have been a part of so many of my life’s milestones….SO MANY that when I look back I only see times when you made a difference………..
Times when things didn’t seem so good but your smile magically put things right…times when I felt low and your words brightened my day… when nothing seemed right and I knew you would somehow put things in place …. times when I was struggling and your silent support helped me fight…times when I gave up and you pushed me to give it my 100%...to achieve…to win..The thousands of times when I knew deep down that a major credit for my success goes to you…times when I saw my inspiration in you...times when I worked harder to catch up with you……
Times when I took you for granted…knowing I could and you would understand….times when you did understand me…times when I lost faith in myself but you didn’t…you convinced me…that I shouldn’t give up…that I could do it… times when your opinion mattered the most...because I knew it would be honest…
times when I felt too overcome by emotion and you lent me your shoulder…..and you patiently waited for me to gather myself….times when I cried….knowing I could…I didn’t need to explain………
Times when I was cranky…when my tantrums should have won me two tight slaps and all you did was comply…times when I got the firing I deserved…rightfully so…to put me in my place… times we fought…we argued, we differed and got back as if nothing ever was wrong……
Times when I was overflowing with things to say…didn’t know where to start and where to end… when I rattled off to glory and you all listened to every word of it not telling me once that I was repeating myself for the nth time… Times when I wanted to express but didn’t know how…you simply stood there smiling, understanding every word of my silence… times when I was in loss of words and you completed my sentences and my thoughts (quite literally here)
Times that led to months and months to years….each moment made special because you were a part of it….
And I wouldn’t trade any part of it for the world ……….not even for new friends 
I don’t know if I can ever say this enough but thanks a ton guys….not only for the blog but for making my life sooo beautiful 

Day 21: Li'l Sis

SOWMYA … what do I write for you yaar, or rather what all shall I not? Well just the gist. As others have already said so much, I will keep this last blog as short as possible.

My first memories of you are of a little girl who stole my mother away from me. I loved u for being so cute and all but, hated u for taking away Amma’s attention from me (I was the sole beneficiary till the night before)... but then how was I to know that u would be the one to understand me and help me cement my relations with everyone?

A lot of things in my life are the way they are because of you. You have filled in so many roles in my life I just can’t count.

A friend, when I had none,

A teacher (read ‘Preacher’) when I messed up/ opened my mouth too wide (how I hate you for that!),

A Personal Chef Cum Tutor on the few nights that I sat down to study, Preparing tea in the wee hours of morning and taking up my lessons (even though u could not understand one bit of it) just so I feel confident.

My fashion designer... without u I couldn’t even suggest proper designs to the tailor!!

A sister, more like an elder one, when you supported me every time I felt lost or needed a suggestion or simply a shoulder to cry on

A caring little sister who can brighten up my world with a word and

A devil who can and does ruin my day with just that – A word.

And the list goes on….

Well I don’t know about rest of you but when I think of Sowmya one thing that comes to my mind is the plethora of silliest and stupidest questions. The latest addition to the list being “Do you think the (building) watchman will have a fridge?”

God knows how she comes up with them!!... but then hey do lighten up the mood…

And the best thing about you is that you know how to laugh at yourself and make others laugh with u.

And Sowmya, one more thing before I end – any thing you don’t like about the above note is in there “BY MISTAKE” (seriously, not my fault).

I guess I gotta end it here or there a danger of not being able to stop. So bye Somu. And CALL ME REGULARLY!!!

Day 19: Happy Raksha Bandhan!!!

Hello Sowmya, this is first ever write-up I’m writing for your blog, but I’m doing it at the right time, yes its Raksha Bandhan. Yup, it did start as a joke but today even I mean it, as you do, that you're my Li’l Sister. I would just like to say today what I feel about you, okay? It all started from the time of dance, as a joke, you called me your brother and covered me from everyone stating, "Yeh mera bhai hai, isse koi kuch bolna nahi, rule nahi pata kya?". I always liked the way you did it, I’m not saying that you never meant that, but knowingly or unknowingly you have always covered for me or protected me. Then gradually the studying season of Sem1 arrived, when the deadly dozen split into deadly Ardha Dozen. And then was formed the group of 6 friends which are the best friends I ever had. You got the tag of Tambu on you, but I never knew from where this name evolved, but anyways, in spite of everyone calling you Tambu, I like calling you Sowmya. Now, let me tell you what I think about you. I have seriously not seen such a calm and cool personality like you. Once I discussed this with Avi also. Does this lady ever get angry on anyone? Anything happens you take it so calmly which always amazes me. You r the youngest amongst all of us but the most sensible one. I guess to this everyone should agree. We all have come so close to each other, I’m afraid that this friendship never breaks. I just don't want this year to get over as I want to be with all of you always. I never try and get close to anyone because I’m afraid to lose them, but as I have got all of you now, I just wish not to lose you guys. I’m glad that all of you have taken initiative to gift Sowmya this blog. It’s much more than Orkut or any social networking site to keep us united and together irrespective of whereever we go. I thank You, Aditya, Shazia, Avinash, Avishkar to be with me always. Happy Independence day and Happy Raksha Bandhan to you Sister.

Day 18: Thank You!

Hmmmmm… first time in life writing something, that too in English J But frankly when it is about my sis it’s very easy, I just have to write SOWMYA… Everyone has written many good things about you, kya baat hai… Or is it that u urself are writing this stuff… Just kidding I know how important you are to others and me toooooooo… Because u are really different, actually an alien because no human being can care for others more than for themselves… N u care for others more than for urself… I still remember the first day we met and then u made me walk all the way to Nerul, but that day I realized that when there’s such a wonderful friend n sister to walk besides u no distance is long….. THANK YOU very much for making me walk forward in life… thanks a lot… You have always been there whenever I needed a friend and guided me perfectly in life… Actually I am falling short of words to thank you… One more thing, you remember once we are in BARC and I was depressed n u asked whether I was waiting for an angel to come n change my life. Arey I didn’t know then that an angel herself was giving me advice… What an angel u are… But with the devil’s brain J… There’s sumthing which I guess very few of ur friends know. That you are a very good cook also n I like ur telgu fries… Guys ask her to cook n feed u also, y only I should suffer? Hehehehe… Just joking she is really a good cook n me waiting for when she’ll make those fries again… Hmmmm, interesting na I wrote all truth about. U don’t worry next time I will write all lies… So it will be equal… Anyways will write many things next time now feeling sleepy… Wish u all the best in life and may all ur wishes get fulfilled…. Thank a lot for being such a great sister-friend J

Day 17: Proud to have you!!!

Sowmya …hmm what should I write ….. all of your friends had written so much that. Now there is no space for me to get in that….but I try to add something………. Ok SOWMYA………naaaa…….TAMBUUU She doesn’t want anything for herself… she only wants people around her should be happy and makes them feel that yes I m with U dear. Her glimpse on her face shows that how to live life.. She is that person who always with me when I m depressed. She always gives me different type of ways to get cheer up and make me comfortable in front of everyone…… I get to know her during our event ELIXIR in college and she is also a family member of our ELIXIR team… she really works very hard for that event and always supports us…….. I want to share one private thing which I don’t want to disclose but I have to accept that:- I got K.T. in my economics so I m very tense that how should I submit my project to my prof. in the last three days, and started thinking about the re-K.T. then one day I told TAMBUUU ……that yaar this time prof. is going to screw Me. And in economics I m the biggest dump ……since 10th standard Then she said don’t worry and asked every thing for my project and also request her to help me …she made the project for me and completed that project at 2a.m. and in that subject I got highest after getting K.T. 76……puri life me b economics padta to b nai aate I lost my best friend and in that case I was not in a condition to get in a normal life. But TAMBUU took me out of that…and made me in a normal and she tried to make me happy and to get me out of that shock …… This makes me very proud on myself that I hved a friend like SOWMYA who will always b with everyone…… She makes every one very comfortable to share everything with her…and in problems she gives us perfect solution and really it works……… I really feel proud having a friend like u…........ I want to dedicate some lines to u TAMBUUU u know it’s not mine but written only for “u”:- Someone I can talk to Someone I can trust. Someone who will be there When my relationships rust. Someone who will save me, When everything goes wrong. Someone who will comfort me And help me to be strong. Someone who listens At any time of day. Someone who will brighten Any sky that’s gray. Someone who will always Want to be my friend. Someone who will fight for me, Until the bitter end. Someone who will cry with me Whenever I am sad. Someone who will laugh with me Whenever I am glad. Someone who will understand My every weird emotion. Someone who will always be At my side with their devotion. Someone who will always think Of me before themselves. Someone who will care for me And put their own worries onto shelves. Someone who will always let Me act like the true me. Someone who will always be Just like I want to be Someone who will always remain Incredibly beautiful and true- Someone who is my best friend. Someone just like “ U”.... TAMBUU if I want to write I single line for u then it will be:- IN MY OPINION TAMBUU U R THE BEST……. I wish her to be the best and successful person in life…..and keep smiling as u always …. God bless you dear…… ( Dekha na TUMBUU ke liye paper bhi kam ho gaya)

Day 16: The Angel & the Tea

OK. I accept the fact that I am breaking the most stringent rule here (I have taken permission from Shazia, though), set mutually by all of us, when we came up with the idea of this blog. The rule was that we will not, by any means, use any name of Sowmya, other than Sowmya itself, when referring to her in our writings. Accepted. We even went through 3/4^th of the blog in strict adherence of his rule.

However, the more I thought of it, the more difficult it became for me to continue sticking to this rule. For one simple reason. For me, one of her names is not just her pet-name or nick-name, which we were not allowed to use, but it is her identity for me.

That name is how I see Sowmya. That name is how I have come to know her. That name is how I think of her. That name is the alpha through omega of how I perceive her.

That name is Tambu.

It started as a stupid thing, I remember, when the erstwhile Deadly Dozen were at her place for a sleepover, or more like for a demolition derby. She was serving us food, and somehow the name cropped up. All of us know how it came into being, and my so called logic behind it.

I really didn’t expect the name to last. I hadn’t planned on that. But somehow, I began to address her by this name, and I was delighted to know that she responded to it, accepted it. That’s one of the things I’ll never forget. I know for a fact that she wouldn’t have done that if she didn’t like the name. And so before I knew it, people started picking it up too. Shazia began to use it (btw Shazia; Tambu says you identify with the name more than I do), and then others followed suit. I remember explaining the import of the word quite a number of times to people.

Then I imagine the name went through a process of gaining an identity, a personality of its own. In my mind at least, Sowmya and Tambu are two people, as different and as individual as, let’s say, two tea leaves. Same, yet different. Tambu is her brand now, simply because there can be many like Sowmya. But only one Tambu. Our Tambu.

Tambu becomes her in more ways than I can pen down, do you not agree, people? On every day that goes by, Tambu adds a new dimension, a new facet, a new glint to what Tambu stands for. Today, I’m sure none of us can imagine what it’d have been like to have known this angel as only Ponnada Sowmya Sundari Venkatrao Sita Mahalaxmi, minus the Tambu.

Today, we can’t really say what will happen to the “The 6 of Us” a few years down the line. We may stick together, we certainly hope to. But even if we can’t, there’ll be many things we will remember each other for. But certain attributes of all us will be forever embedded in our hearts. Shazia’s godliness, Nikhil’s mein-kya-karu attitude, Avishkar’s immovable positiveness, Avinash’s resourcefulness, my jokes.

But with what we have done here, through the means of this blog, goes much beyond that. This time we spent on her blog, is like that time of the day, the afternoon, when you are kind of tired from working so hard since morning, but you still have a lot of work to do. So you refresh yourself with some tea.

That’s called tea-time.

This, We will call, T Time.

;-)

Day 15: The Angel & the Dwarf

Many have written about you in this blog, some once, some many times. A few have even been invited to write. But what I am about to write can’t be written by anyone else. Even if they wanted to, even if they tried, they do not have my position, my point of view, my capacity, or my expertise on this matter. Only I have the power to put in print these words.

You will wonder why? What is it about you, which only I know to the largest extent? What is it that no one has experienced as much as I have? Which facet of this diamond have only I been deemed worthy of? I will explain.

You see, out of all your friends, past, present, and I am sure even the ones to come, I have been, am, and will be, the person who troubles you, irritates you, frustrates you, gets on your nerves, drives you to the edge, the most. And all this at the same time, not turn by turn.

The others? Well, they can’t even get close, even if they tried. And some have. But the good people that they are, I am sure they aren’t taking conscious efforts to do all of these things to you, like I am sure you have wondered whether I was, on occasions.

And so I repeat, only I can have written these words, because only I have tested the limits, the farthest boundaries, of your patience.

And you know what, even after exploring the vast frontier of your patience for the last couple of months (mostly, but I had started long before that, I know), even after putting the limits of your patience to the best or the worst of tests (depends, you know, from where you look at it), I admit that I haven’t yet reached them, even once. I mean I will confess, that once or twice, if I had used a set of binoculars to look for them, I might just have gotten a glimpse of the boundaries, but never once have they come within reach. So forget about crossing them.

Babu, your patience is so friggin vast; mankind can raise a whole civilisation in it, once we run out of habitable land on Earth.

IknowthattobetruebecauseIhavetriedtocrowdyourpatiencemorethanthegullies
ofDadar,orthebackroadsofDharavi,ortheshelvesofmyoverstuffedcupboard.But,
believemewhenIsay,thatthereisalwaysroomformore,alotmore…

You see how I don’t give you space, Sowmya? But you went through the whole thing nevertheless, didn’t you? Just goes to prove my point. Thank you.

Because that’s what you do. Stick together through it all. Until the person realises that he is in it deep and that he needs to come out. And then you help him come out. That’s your master stroke.

And it’s not as if you don’t have a choice. Or many choices, for that matter. Its just that for you there is no space for the wrong choice. That’s one thing your patience does not have a room for. Wrong choices.

(I’m sure you remember this joke we keep on repeating.

Once, a dwarf went to the doctor and said that he was getting tired of being so short and tiny and that it was getting on his nerves. So can the doc do something about it please? And quickly?

The doctor said, there was something that could be done, it was, in fact, very easy. The dwarf will just have to be A Little Patient.)

I’m looking for that dwarf, searching for him. If I ever happen to find him, I am going to introduce him to you. After that, looking at how patient you are, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind being A Little Patient, would he?

I know you keep on saying you are very impatient with me. And I know this reads like a very idealistic, fictitious article. But no its not. It’s true. You may be human in other matters, but when it comes to patience, you are an angel.

My angel.

Day 14: Instructions for Sowmya

After we met yesterday & started talking, my mind again started wandering and I felt my flow of thoughts taking me to the same place – your blog. I was waiting all this time for this spark to ignite in me so that I could start writing again. You can give the credit for this to Aditya and Avishkar.

We were talking about you yesterday and Avishkar just mentioned that there’s one thing he’s learned from. He said “I was astonished to see that this girl only knows how to give and give selflessly.” (That’s why he calls you Miss India.. see I told you the secret behind it ;)). On that Adi replied with a very beautiful thought. He said, “We become happy when someone gives us; this girl becomes happy when she gives.” After listening to their thoughts, these words still remained registered in my mind and so today I start to write my new article on this.

I was just looking back on how much and what not you’ve actually given us dear. Most important thing - your time, always, forever.. You’ve always been available for everyone of us at any given time… apart from when your not answering calls and not replying to sms’s.. ;) I mean you have such a lot to do, there’s so much more you can actually do, but u still prefer spending time with us doing nothing.. And if we are not available at any given time, you wont even complain.. Now that’s what I call giving selflessly.

Moreover, be it any occasion or even not an occasion, you’ll be the first one to initiate a way to celebrate. If any of us are feeling blue, that’s bound to happen. You’ll find ways to spend time with us and make sure we are alrite. And we selfish people, sometimes, don’t even bother to understand what’s up at your end. You’ll make everyone around you much more important than yourself and make them feel special. But then what bout U..?? Well, you never care. And that is how, and that is why you’ve been so important to all of us.

Sometimes you even give away the time you need to spend with others to us. I mean imagine in the last one year, how much time have u spent with us n how much with all the others. You’ll keep thinking of ways to make everyone feel special, even when we are out of sight, sometimes even when it’s not required. It’s just your words that do the magic. And most important, there’s nothing, absolutely nothing you expect.

Don’t you ever turn around to yourself and ask a question that why is Sowmya Ponnada so unfair to herself..?? Why do u yourself don’t get things which you give to others..?? Why do you don’t treat yourself as special as you treat the others..?? Why do you don’t believe in yourself as you do in others..??

Ever thought of all this sweetheart??

I m sure your answer to this is going to be No.. So here’s another reminder (an eye-opener, shall I say..??) for you to now stop giving to others and start giving yourself. Look in the mirror and tell yourself that alrite from today Sowmya is gonna be nice to herself, much much more than she is to others.

Rememebr the mails that we exchanged in these few days. I kept telling you that look and observe others and learn. Yes sweetheart, this is just an extension to what I said before. You are too too naïve to be born in this world as a human being. But since you are, you have to learn how to tackle people. You can’t keep being nice to people all the time. Sometimes you gotta be a little harsh on them in order that they be nice to you. N that way u ll be nice to urself. Hope you get what I m tryin to convey sweetheart

Day 13 : The Other Side of Sowmya

I was just going thru this very website, and I realized that all of us have written so much good about Sowmya. In an attempt to make her feel nice, we forgot ourselves. Yes guys..!!! Is this what we generally did when we were with Sowmya..?? When we are together, its her job to make everyone around feel nice and we are only there to harass her, criticize her and pull her leg (all for fun of course). Then how, when and why did we get into her shoes and take up the task of making her feel nice..??

Anyways, now that we've done it, I think she’s had enough. Let’s get back to what we are best at... After moving forward and reaching halfway through this blog, today we’ll try and unwind ourselves. Let’s go back and complement the good things said for her with some reality checks. Yes Sowmya, you’ve guessed it right. Today this blog has negatives about you, more than your positives.

Any ordinary person after reading the first few paragraphs would have been afraid that his weaknesses were about to be disclosed. But yet again, we are not talking about any ordinary person here. I know what this stupid girl’s reaction must be. She ll say the way I ve accepted good things, I ll accept the bad also and try to improve. Wrong….!!!! You should confidently stand up and say that there's nothing that you can write about if you tend to write bad about me. But then the humble and down-to-earth person that she is, she takes compliments lightly and criticism seriously.

Having written about the delicate darling, a perfect friend, a thorough professional and the beautiful angel, here is the time to do something different. Don’t worry dear I m not gonna be very harsh on you. These are just a few things which I think can make me more than the perfect self that you are. SO lets get started.

One… There have been times when I ve seen you real confused, confused on what decision to take, confused on what to do, The best example that comes to my mind is the incident when we have to go to eat and when all of us are busy doing our own work. That is the time, you take such a lot of time to decide that we end up waiting and waiting. Mind you, I m not blaming you here for it. And my intentions will be more clear once you read the next few lines. Actually the thing is this female is so busy trying to get everyone together that sometimes she forgets what’s going by. She wants all of us to do things together, which my dear, is not possible sometimes. But this girl is so patient that she does not want to accept this.

Ok lets see some other instance where I can pull out the bad in her. Suppose she has to do some work and we as usual are not letting her do it just like that without a rhyme or reason; like sometimes we are just in mood to waste time and she has loads of work. If its anybody else, I m sure they would walk off and do their work. But she wont. She ll sit with you even if you are just wasting time avoiding her very important work as well. Can anyone be that stupid..?

I have been trying hard here but have not been able to really point out anything bad in this female. Actually even if I start with something bad (after thinking for a really long time), eventually it turns into something good. Now you see the magic. That’s what you do. Anything, no matter, good or bad, which is directed towards you always turns to something beautiful. The same way this article has turned out to be. So now I hope you ll stop being thankful to me for everything. I hope you realize that its not me but you who has made this entire idea a beautiful one.