Nine – Got Tagged!!!

Right… There I was relaxing and listening to a nice song in Media Player when I got a message that, knowingly or unknowingly, ended my serious analysis of what blog update I should make this weekend.

Voila! A message from Suba Sweetie saying that I got tagged.

So here it goes!!!

Five people on my shit list –
(almost matches with Suba’s list because we are pretty much the same I guess :). That’s why we are such good friends!!!)
1. Selfish People
2. Cheaters
3. Liars
4. Snobs
5. Hypocrites

Close brush with death/danger –
Well, in my childhood I have had had sooo many situations where I was in danger – accidents, illnesses… Well you get the point don’t you? Let’s skip the details shall we 😉 ?

5 preferrable modes of suicide –

Five guilty pleasures –
1. Eating to my heart’s desire
2. Getting up late in the evening (I’m in night shift so I can’t write morning hehe)
3. I hate to admit it – but I am a little materialistic 🙂
4. Hey don’t make me feel so guilty… 😥
5. That’s it!!! End of the list!!!!!!!

Five things I never want to forget –
1. Childhood memories
2. My friends from school, college and at work
3. Each and every moment when love was shown to me 🙂
4. The day I got a job
5. The hard lessons I learnt throughout life

Five loves of my life –
1. Family
2. God
3. Friends
4. Books
5. Music

Strangest dream –
I’ve been having this for sooo many years now… As if I am failing an exam!!!

Five most valued possessions –
1. Family
2. Friends
3. My writings 🙂
4. My Music Compositions (I may not be the next Rehman or something… but I composed them… and I love it!!!)
5. A little space in the hearts of all who like me

Five favourite superheros (Well I’m not much into superheroes, so I modified this to real life heroes) –
1. My Mother
2. God
3. Gandhiji
4. Abdul Kalam
5. –

People whom I want to tag to this chain of posts –
Ramya – This is something she will enjoy…
Pingu – Extraordinary writer… Let’s see what she does for this
Ganesh – Good workout for his brain
Dinesh – Enough of seeing photos in his blog… like to see something different!
Freterspen– An interesting writer, he should find this easy

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Nine – Got Tagged!!!

Right… There I was relaxing and listening to a nice song in Media Player when I got a message that, knowingly or unknowingly, ended my serious analysis of what blog update I should make this weekend.

Voila! A message from Suba Sweetie saying that I got tagged.

So here it goes!!!

Five people on my shit list –
(almost matches with Suba’s list because we are pretty much the same I guess :). That’s why we are such good friends!!!)
1. Selfish People
2. Cheaters
3. Liars
4. Snobs
5. Hypocrites

Close brush with death/danger –
Well, in my childhood I have had had sooo many situations where I was in danger – accidents, illnesses… Well you get the point don’t you? Let’s skip the details shall we 😉 ?

5 preferrable modes of suicide –

Five guilty pleasures –
1. Eating to my heart’s desire
2. Getting up late in the evening (I’m in night shift so I can’t write morning hehe)
3. I hate to admit it – but I am a little materialistic 🙂
4. Hey don’t make me feel so guilty… 😥
5. That’s it!!! End of the list!!!!!!!

Five things I never want to forget –
1. Childhood memories
2. My friends from school, college and at work
3. Each and every moment when love was shown to me 🙂
4. The day I got a job
5. The hard lessons I learnt throughout life

Five loves of my life –
1. Family
2. God
3. Friends
4. Books
5. Music

Strangest dream –
I’ve been having this for sooo many years now… As if I am failing an exam!!!

Five most valued possessions –
1. Family
2. Friends
3. My writings 🙂
4. My Music Compositions (I may not be the next Rehman or something… but I composed them… and I love it!!!)
5. A little space in the hearts of all who like me

Five favourite superheros (Well I’m not much into superheroes, so I modified this to real life heroes) –
1. My Mother
2. God
3. Gandhiji
4. Abdul Kalam
5. –

People whom I want to tag to this chain of posts –
Ramya – This is something she will enjoy…
Pingu – Extraordinary writer… Let’s see what she does for this
Ganesh – Good workout for his brain
Dinesh – Enough of seeing photos in his blog… like to see something different!
Freterspen– An interesting writer, he should find this easy

The Big Story

“Medha Sen has just dropped into Lifestyle in Adyar for a promotional campaign. We can’t let go of this, can we?” These words were said to Meena, a famous Page 3 reporter of the Chennai daily, The Daily Metro.

Meena felt elated. Medha Sen was a famous actress of Kollywood, whom she had always admired. Getting her interview was one of her dream assignments. A lot of others of the same profession as hers also thought the same – and that was the reason why they rushed to the mall the moment they heard Medha had set foot there.

When Meena was about to leave the editor’s room, the phone rang.

“Hello”

“…”

“Oh! Really?”

“…”

“I’ll send someone over right away!”

Then he hung up the phone.

He told Meena “There has been an accident at Anna Nagar. I need to send someone over there immediately. Can you go?”

Meena showed a look of hesitation and said “But I don’t want to miss this great opportunity of talking to Medha. It will really do a lot of good to my career. Besides, Anna Nagar is so far away – by the time I go everything would have been cleared out anyway. Accidents happen all the time, Sir. But meeting Medha is very important to me.”

The editor said “Very well, you go on. I’ll call up Sudhakar and ask him to cover the accident story.”

Meena, heaving a sigh of relief, rushed out and, getting into the media vehicle, rushed to the Lifestyle mall.

She got there just in time. Medha was talking to journalists answering all the questions thrown at her. And the emotions in the faces of the reporters were nothing less than delight. Meena struggled through the huge crowd that had gathered and managed to thrust her mike in front of Medha… And asked her “Ma’am, do you think film starts should get involved in charity?”

“Yes. Definitely, charity should be a priority with everybody. We must all help when someone is in need.”

“And one more…” Before Meena could complete, another reporter started his question, and that was the end of it, as Meena sensed that her turn was over.

When the press was done with it’s persistent questioning of Medha, and some friendly reporters had even swapped notes of the interview of one of their favourite actresses, there was a big party thrown for them.

Meena was doing her best to get the attention of Medha again, her phone started ringing. She saw the display. It was Sudhakar.

“Hello.. What is it Sudhakar?”

“Meena I have something… to tell you…”

“What? I can’t hear you… there’s a lot of noise here”

“…”

“I don’t hear a word Sudhakar. Look, I’ll talk to you later ok? I have to get a good interview of Medha somehow… My report of this party must be the best tomorrow…”

“…”

“Bye…”

A few minutes after hanging up, Meena finally managed to catch Medha’s attention and boldly walked up to her.

“Hi… Have you heard of me? I’m Meena from the Daily Metro.”

“Yes… I think so… I’ve heard people in the industry talk about you. You do know a lot of people in Kollywood, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do. Can we take a picture?”

“Yah Sure”

Once the picture was taken, Meena asked a few more questions to Medha. Once she was satisfied with her work, she left the party.

On her way back to office, she remembered that Sudhakar had called her up for something. Feeling a little bad for not talking to him properly, she picked up her phone to dial his number. Just then, she saw that a message was received. It was from Sudhakar. What she saw on the screen shocked her.

“Driver, please go to Anna Nagar GH, quickly.” she told the driver.

The driver nodded and increased the speed of the van. Within a few minutes, they were at the hospital. Meena ran in, and talked to the receptionist…

“Where is the accident victim??”

“Vipin?”

“Yes.” she replied with tears in her eyes.

“He is in room 101 ma’am. Casualty Ward. To your right.”

“Thank you.”

Meena ran as fast as her legs could take her. Sudhakar was waiting outside the room. When he saw Meena, he gestured her to go in.

Meena slowly walked into the room, and broke down, when she saw her 8-year old son Vipin with his head and arms severely injured, red with blood.
“He is very serious” the nurse said. He was on life support.

The mother in her cringed with shame. Her little boy, who kept coming to her saying “Amma, Amma” with love, was battling for his life. And when that was happening, she had been trying her best to talk with a woman who, at the best, would just say a “Hello” the next time they met.

She noticed that she still had her notepad in her hand, clutching it tightly. She slowly turned the pages, took out her notes for the day, and tore them to pieces…

The Big Story

“Medha Sen has just dropped into Lifestyle in Adyar for a promotional campaign. We can’t let go of this, can we?” These words were said to Meena, a famous Page 3 reporter of the Chennai daily, The Daily Metro.

Meena felt elated. Medha Sen was a famous actress of Kollywood, whom she had always admired. Getting her interview was one of her dream assignments. A lot of others of the same profession as hers also thought the same – and that was the reason why they rushed to the mall the moment they heard Medha had set foot there.

When Meena was about to leave the editor’s room, the phone rang.

“Hello”

“…”

“Oh! Really?”

“…”

“I’ll send someone over right away!”

Then he hung up the phone.

He told Meena “There has been an accident at Anna Nagar. I need to send someone over there immediately. Can you go?”

Meena showed a look of hesitation and said “But I don’t want to miss this great opportunity of talking to Medha. It will really do a lot of good to my career. Besides, Anna Nagar is so far away – by the time I go everything would have been cleared out anyway. Accidents happen all the time, Sir. But meeting Medha is very important to me.”

The editor said “Very well, you go on. I’ll call up Sudhakar and ask him to cover the accident story.”

Meena, heaving a sigh of relief, rushed out and, getting into the media vehicle, rushed to the Lifestyle mall.

She got there just in time. Medha was talking to journalists answering all the questions thrown at her. And the emotions in the faces of the reporters were nothing less than delight. Meena struggled through the huge crowd that had gathered and managed to thrust her mike in front of Medha… And asked her “Ma’am, do you think film starts should get involved in charity?”

“Yes. Definitely, charity should be a priority with everybody. We must all help when someone is in need.”

“And one more…” Before Meena could complete, another reporter started his question, and that was the end of it, as Meena sensed that her turn was over.

When the press was done with it’s persistent questioning of Medha, and some friendly reporters had even swapped notes of the interview of one of their favourite actresses, there was a big party thrown for them.

Meena was doing her best to get the attention of Medha again, her phone started ringing. She saw the display. It was Sudhakar.

“Hello.. What is it Sudhakar?”

“Meena I have something… to tell you…”

“What? I can’t hear you… there’s a lot of noise here”

“…”

“I don’t hear a word Sudhakar. Look, I’ll talk to you later ok? I have to get a good interview of Medha somehow… My report of this party must be the best tomorrow…”

“…”

“Bye…”

A few minutes after hanging up, Meena finally managed to catch Medha’s attention and boldly walked up to her.

“Hi… Have you heard of me? I’m Meena from the Daily Metro.”

“Yes… I think so… I’ve heard people in the industry talk about you. You do know a lot of people in Kollywood, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do. Can we take a picture?”

“Yah Sure”

Once the picture was taken, Meena asked a few more questions to Medha. Once she was satisfied with her work, she left the party.

On her way back to office, she remembered that Sudhakar had called her up for something. Feeling a little bad for not talking to him properly, she picked up her phone to dial his number. Just then, she saw that a message was received. It was from Sudhakar. What she saw on the screen shocked her.

“Driver, please go to Anna Nagar GH, quickly.” she told the driver.

The driver nodded and increased the speed of the van. Within a few minutes, they were at the hospital. Meena ran in, and talked to the receptionist…

“Where is the accident victim??”

“Vipin?”

“Yes.” she replied with tears in her eyes.

“He is in room 101 ma’am. Casualty Ward. To your right.”

“Thank you.”

Meena ran as fast as her legs could take her. Sudhakar was waiting outside the room. When he saw Meena, he gestured her to go in.

Meena slowly walked into the room, and broke down, when she saw her 8-year old son Vipin with his head and arms severely injured, red with blood.
“He is very serious” the nurse said. He was on life support.

The mother in her cringed with shame. Her little boy, who kept coming to her saying “Amma, Amma” with love, was battling for his life. And when that was happening, she had been trying her best to talk with a woman who, at the best, would just say a “Hello” the next time they met.

She noticed that she still had her notepad in her hand, clutching it tightly. She slowly turned the pages, took out her notes for the day, and tore them to pieces…