Everyday conversation: part unknown ;)

Sru and I argue as we talk on phone with mom.

Me: Huh. I won't fight. I am doing yoga so that I will have peace of mind. (In a calm voice)
Sru: huh

Mom: hmm...so you are doing yoga so that you won't irritate Sruthi.
Me: NO. I am doing yoga so that when Sru irritates me I won't lose my peace of mind.

Sru got more support than I do in my family.😪

Sru looks at my sweatshirt and this is what happens!

Sru: :-O 😳do not tell me you wear this?!
Me: yes I do.
Sru: yuck😖
Me: that's my cooking sweatshirt. I wear it each time I cook. it got chocolate on it. (Looks at the chocolate stains and other stains on the sweat shirt, impressed) 😊
Sru: :-/ :-O 😱 (basically speechless)
Me: it's like, you wear apron at work and I wear this sweatshirt when I cook. It inspires me. And, I am not washing it anytime soon.
Sru: (still speechless) :-/😱


Mom: Kali said Sru told her to be cool at all times and not be upset over petty things.
Me: did not she say about anything I taught her?
Sru: what did you teach her? Other than saying baby and sweet heart and love you?
Me: well...that's important too.
Mom: Kali respects Sruthi.
Me: what about me??
Mom: huh... she loves you. Like she totally blindly loves you.
Me: 😊 :-)




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Just my thoughts

I think the protests in India over the arrest of Devyani Khobragade are ridiculous and nothing but foolish political tactics. But I am so glad for the justice that is being done for the true victim.

From all of this, I hope We realize that Underpaid wages and mistreatment of domestic helps/maids....no matter how we want to justify...is still a form of slavery and take steps to end it. 

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A music album in the making.

Me, Sru and mom talking on phone.

Me: mom. You know I love Sru.....?

Mom: silent

(15 seconds later) Me: right?

Mom: umm...yes.(in her very feeble tone)

Me: I have decided to dedicate an album to Sru cause I love her so much.

Sru: (rolling eyes and probably wishing this is all a nightmare)

Mom: that's a good idea. 

Me: yes! Will you donate one song in my album for my sister?

Mom: what??????

Me: a music album for Sru.

Mom: OH NO.She is going to be dead. I thought you meant a photo album. 

Sru: heeheahaha. Tell her about what you were reading to me in the morning.

Me: I sang a song. That's called singing. 

Mom: (suddenly starts singing a very old song on sisters)

Me: Mommy. This album is for my sister not yours. And please use your own lyrics.

Mom: oh okay. (And starts singing a newly made up song)

Me: shhh...it's going to be a surprise to Sru. 

Mon: ok ok! I already got a good idea ...I shall work on it and write down the lyrics in a book. 

Me: cool! Ask daddy and Kali  if they too want to donate a song in my album for sru. 

Sru: [gives that 'o my gosh...I have the dumbest sis ever look' but I think she is secretly happy with all my efforts to make her happy... ;-)]

Ps: I love love love to irritate Sru in all ways possible. 

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Everyday Conversations Part: 1+ something

Sru and I go to K-mart to buy vegetable oil. 

After an hour or so, we reach our car with  vegetable oil and a cart of other(not really on our ' things we need list').

Me: I can't believe we spent $xyz for vegetable oil.
Sru: Yes. We did and I am broke.

Me: :( Shall we return some of the stuff since we are broke.
Sru: (gives me 'the look' as usual)

10 seconds of silence later....

Me: I am serious.
Sru: Yes! That's a good idea. And I shall return 'you' too, to K-mart.
Me: Oh! No. That would make you a billionaire.
Sru: What??
Me: If you return me to K-mart that's the amount they would pay you back. Since I am a few billions $ worth. (with that proud and confident and I am always right look )
Sru: HUH. I am just scared my bank account would go into negative balance if I return you to them.

Me: (shut's the mouth and tries to be silent for a while so as to change the topic.)
Sru: hehahaha.
Me: (gives the I am not listening  hence I don't care look.)

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Tall Dwarfs vs. Short Giants

Me: Sru, do you think we are short people?

Sru: hmmm...we are short. But there are people shorter than us.

Me: Just answer in one word... Yes or No.

Sru: YES.

Me: Well, I think we are just really tall dwarfs, living in a world mostly occupied by really short giants. :~)

Sru: :-|

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Not a Dumbo 

Me: Can I ask you something? (in a tone that equals puppy eyes)

Sru: (nods a yes...which South East Asians only can understand)

Me: You think I am quiet a dumbo sometimes, right?

Sru: (nods a yes...this time quite vigorously)

Me: hmmm...I was thinking all night yesterday and it occurred to me that...Most smart people in this world are dumb. People like Einstein and all great scientists...they are absent minded and sort of dumb some times. So, it just means, I am very smart and that's the reason you find me dumb sometimes.

Sru: (shakes her head in disbelief) 

Me: :) Do you think I am right?

Sru: (nods a no...again this is something which South East Asians only can understand)

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Kavya gives a ted talk

Sru: hey butterfly...get out of my house.
Me: What? That's not a butterfly. It is a housefly.

Sru: hmmm...
Me: The house fly must be offended now. You should not call a housefly a butterfly when it is to be called a housefly since it is a housefly.

Sru: (rolls eyes and continues ignoring my Ted talk*)

a couple of hundreds of seconds later...

Me: Oh no! It is not a  housefly. It is just a FAT Mosquito. Hahahaha.

Sru: (doing her stuff and continues to ignore me)

PS: I hope I did not offend the mosquito by calling it fat. 

*TED TALK: Talking about ideas that are worth spreading. 

mornings and mournings

Following is a conversation between Sru and me (mostly me and me), in the car and on our way to our destinations of interest. :-D
......
Me: I am wearing all black today.
Sru: hmm
Me: I am wearing black today because I am mourning.
Sru: hmm
Me: I was supposed to get that ...I did not.
Sru: The 1000th time you are saying that.
Me: you know how I feel?
Sru: hmm
Me: I feel like a PREZ..dentsial candidate.
Sru: what?
Me: I feel like a presidential candidate who just lost the elections.
Sru: okay. :-/
.............
Me: hey ...you know...
Sru: yes
Me: oh no..you drive. No talking and driving.
Sru: you should have done since the last 15 minutes.
Me: (not talking....working on fog art)
.........
Sru: hey!! WIPE IT.
Me: oh you saw. :-/
Me: This is art.If I was Picasso or somebody famous...you would've been aking pictures of this window with my fog/whatever art....blah blah blah
Sru: okay. WIPE IT.
.........
Me: are you going to miss me?
Sru: what?
Me: at work...
Sru: No. I won't.
Me: that hurts.
..........
Me silently takes the iPhone out and takes random self photos that scream out loud 'narcissist'.
Me: om suryaya namaha.....om Adityaya namaha ....om baskaryaya namom namaha...
Sru: :-?
Me: do you know what It is...
Sru: surya mantra..
Me: I said it so that sun god will understand and stop being stupid and stop showing his face on my face.
Sru: :-//
Me: hey...this sun god...blah blah blah
Sru: hmm :-(
.............
Ps: the way I deal with stress? I share it (pass it on) with others.

You do not know me enough!

Sru: I was (spying/)looking at your Fb updates and did not relaize you have been tweeting without my knowledge all these days.
Me: HEHEHEHE.
Sru: Sometimes, I can't belive you make up such words/phrases or just copy.
Me: (offended)^_^ I take plagiarism seriously.
Sru: (not convinced) Are they really your words?
Me: ^_^ Ofcourse not. I haven't coined a single word in the dictionary.No word belongs to me. I always copy.

And this conversation today with Sru reminds me of the one I had with Paddu a long time ago.

The day after I shared my blog link with Paddu, she told me that she never thought I could write stories and that she was impressed.

Now that's like giving a compliment and yet not making it sound like one.

The lovely people in my life are weird ... lovely just like me!

Love them a ton!