1.> Sangeetha isn’t a guy’s name. But Sangeet is. You cannot be dumb enough to speak to a guy and ask him “Am I speaking to Sangeetha?”. I know, there may be exceptions, but lets not think too much here people.

2.> I am not from Kuwait. I have never been to Kuwait. I’m from a small and beautiful city called Muscat, the capital of the Sultanate of Oman (or just Oman). Look it up.

3.> Dubai isn’t the only country in the middle east. (oh and I don’t live there either)

4.> Nobody, and I repeat NOBODY from my family is an Arab.

5.> My dad doesn’t work in an oil well. (and as we’re on similar lines) He doesn’t own one either.

6.> I am not a tamilian and not everone who speaks tamil, is one.

7.> It’s been one and a half years since I left Reliance Energy. It doesn’t really matter anymore why I did so. (No, I wasn’t terrorized by the engineers or the villagers there)

8.> No matter what you’re reason is, I will so definitely abuse you in the same phone call, if you ask ,SANGEETHA SOMASHEKAR, to hear about whatever credit card your selling.

Madhan. That’s my name and this is where I replicate my version of things that happen around me.

You must be informed before hand, that being regular at this isn’t something I’m good at.

What you read here isn’t a complete work of fiction. Nor is it the kaddva sachhu (bitter truth). Its pretty much a 50-50 biscuit of the both.

Does it matter to me what you think of my blog?. Not at all Of course it does, else all this would have been top secret stuff. Do drop a comment on what you thought of my blog, now and then. If nothing, it would make a chubby dude, sitting half-way across the globe, happy, and I’m not speaking about me...

I have a six pack. :)

I scribble a lot. On notepads, desks, blackboards, any clean space for that matter. Most of them don’t make sense often. I was punished (had to stand facing the wall for half and hour :) ) couple of times, for scribbling on the wall. You’re probably saying “been there, done that” right now. Anyways, this is something I had scribbled away, on a napkin, that I recently found, at a CCD (Café Coffee Day), in the city of Bangalore, once upon a time…

U brought me to my knees,
u gave me wings,
a feeling like never before,
fortified by the warmth of sunshine.

memories haunt me day and night,
days begin and end with you.
a constant search prevails,
for that call, message or sign.

unfazed by what happens,
a madness takes over,
blinds me. I see now,
what went wrong,
but I question its worth.

that one smile,
that one touch,
that one kiss,
the one sentence,
a second, a lifetime lived,
every single time, always.


-Madhan