One more day,
I had the most amazing day today...lots and lots to talk abt

First it starts out like this,
I get a text from mo telling me to meet them at Kembangan(how ever you spell it) at 1130
and I intelligently dont ask why we are going there, ( ie the middle of no where) :-)
no offense neela, I love ur area:-)
instead of our usual places
but I am far from alert, as I have not slept too well at night, nor too much either
So insomnia is my only excuse for not asking where we were going
so, i got up( late cos i couldnt get up in time) and had to get money from daddy and then went to the east...not been there in a while...was a bit wierd and nostalgic..
but anyway, was ridiculously late( sorry guys....wont be anymore)

and they tell me that we are going to a birthday of a person who i know
and they dont tell me where this is going to be or who the person is
they make me guess and freak the life out of me
cos i fear that i have forgotten theirs..which would be horrible
neelas is oct 2 and mos is 11 :-)with gandhi and some other famous guy in the beginning
yah...so i spend a lot of time and dont get it...but anyway, we end up in changi...near the beach and indonesia
and we go to this hotel with colourful balconies
and walk to a restaurant called 'cantina in venice:-)'
where i find out that it is my birthday...
the girls told me that 20 was a mark that had to be celebrated even if i hadnt been here on the exact date
so they fed me and clothed me( bought me a birthday pres)
ISNT THAT THE SWEETEST THING:-)
A bit interesting that all the big romantic gestures of my life have come from the girls
the birthday where i was taken to the 'chocolate buffet' in the fullerton
when i was dragged to meet hamid by surprise...when neither he nor i had any idea what had hit us
and now...a surprise party for myself
who needs anyone else when you have the girls:-)
before this descends into an oprah moment
we went to the beach after food...and picked up shells and got our feet wet...so cool it was an amazing beach..small but the water was really really clean..
i recommend this beach to everyone...
and mo took tons of pics...which were all erased:-)
so none..
we were going to imitate xiaxue by putting up food pictures but we lost them all:-)
so that was my morning....
I love you guys:-)

and at night we went to the AR Rahman show
which means that smriti and I were dancing, singing...and making a lot of nice
the music was so amazing....and some of these singers have voices that make you want to cry
i found myself tearing at many pts....there is a line in this tamil song...kannalanae..that always makes me cry...just one line...and they sang the song...so i had to keep myself from making a fool of myself

Every song I associate with something special...
lets see...songs from minsaara kanavu...and a family outing..cos it was one of the rare films we watched as a family...
and lots of these songs mark periods of my life..
so it was like a recap of the life and times of nisha sriram
guys...they played "chale chalo"..I wanted to text you guys....:-)

And the singing was amazing..these people are trained in hindustani as well as carnatic vocal...and the gamaka and brigas that they can do..i can only dream of
Hariharan....I am in love with him..he was doing some free rangam singing and swaraam.....and it was amazing...
and when he linked a film song to a gazhal.....
wanted to fly:-)
Everyone was dancing..and there was this northy guy...kishen kher or something who is so impressive...
chitra, udit narayan and saadhana...no need to talk abt them...they were wonderful...
chitra and hariharan...singing uyirae...that was another moment where i started tearing...

Tamil...you feel different when you hear the language that you have grown up with and speak
oddly enough, while i am very comfortable in english
when i need to speak to dogs, babies...i switch to tamil..in fact..my dog doesnt understand much english..we babytalk him in tamil....there are some words in tamil that are so beautiful
Going to read....
and marry hariharan:-)
maybe i am related to him..whats the pt of being brahmin if you arent related to cool pple..my aunt might have married him..but they werent sure abt marrying the daughter to a singer..so she didnt:-)