Inspired by Dreadlocks

Day 1                                                                                                       11th-may-2014

ummmm...its day one of my "project" 100 days of blogging, i am set..i have everything ready...

1. clean the desk-check
2. make a cup of tea-check
3. sit facing the scenery-check
4. check facebook and make the oh my gawd face-check
5. tell myself i'm awesome-check
6. listen to music mojo-check (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZsMJgWXb6M)

even though i have everything that sets my mood to write as if i was getting ready to win the Booker prize,i haven't written a single word from 6am IST...why you ask??because i'm looking for inspiration...nothing has hit me on the head...except  my little niece who hit me on my head when i didnt play her favourite song on youtube..

i waited and waited and waited and waited..........X100

 what does a girl do when even pinterest does not inspire her???when i almost gave up on the idea of starting project "100DOB" ....Ya i like that.it gives it a certain pizzaz..so thats what we are going to call my project starting right now "100DOB"...getting back to my story...i almost closed the laptop when a boy with a head full of dreadlocks walked in to make a cup of tea....there right there was my inspiration...

i knew what i wanted to write about...what i will be writing is the perfect puliyar suzhi (perfect beginning)for 100DOB..

quick intro i have two big brothers and i am the little one in the family...when i was a little girl i used to wonder if i could take one of my brothers and exchange them for a sister...you know just to play doll  and braid my hair and giggle all night...oh there were giggles alright,but it wasn't me who was giggling,my brothers would  switch off all the lights and tell me ghost stories..looking at me freak out they would giggle non stop,which back then i thought was a ghost making weird noises..

now that im 21 and all grown up i wouldn't even think about getting these boys exchanged..because it turns out that they're pretty awesome people...

if i wrote about everything about my brothers i would have to start another project called " zillion stories about the awesome duo"..oh wow i am good at naming things..people who name their kids and dogs pinky minky sinky dinky should come to me for advice...oh i got distracted..sorry..

inroducing my eldest brother-anna-

i used to hate him because my mom couldn't stop praising  him,he did things like touching my mom's feet for blessings before exams,keeping his table arranged and organized as if he had OCD,praying everyday for 30 seconds(ya how can anyone pray for so long??) i used to think all this was too much drama,because i was the exact opposite of what he was....my most favourite memory of anna is he used to call me shruthi bonjovi and one day he took a permanent marker to make a sketch on my mom's cupboard,me being the picasso that i am, i grabbed a marker too and wrote in big ass letters shruthi bonjovi with a sketch of a skull underneath it,my brother hit me so hard on my head that day,because his sketch was so tiny that you had to use a magnifying glass and mine could be seen from the great wall of china,obviously my mom shouted at him because he inspired me to do what i did..it was the best day ever.....and then a few years later he stopped talking to me ,because i was a big brat...even though i used to think he hated me,it all changed on the night of his wedding,when we posed for a picture he hugged me,my life was done....that is all that i needed..enough..podhum.

inroducing brother #1-anna

intoducing the boy with dreadlocks-achi-

 achi and i were buddies till my tenth standard.for some strange reason i used to call him dikshee..i dont know if he even remembers that........ i  had asthma and my mom would not let me play in the rain or do anything that would trigger the wheezing,the first time i ever played in the rain was with achi,we played football in the rain it was sooooooooooooooo awesome,we ran in the rain,slipped and fell in the mud and acted like loons that day,that is one happy memory..the both of us had a lot of adventures together,he dissected a snake while i watched,built traps,hit my forehead with a crowbar,made aloo bonda burgers,gossiped about fellow family members,teased me for pronouncing deja vu wrong and one fine day he stopped talking to me,because i lied to him about something....Somebody took away my rose coloured glasses,because after that we stopped being buddies.....He changed a lot he stopped watching popeye and started the death metal craze..something happened after that..there was no connection between him and i,whatsoever..i know you love me because you came running when i called you in the middle of the night when the car got punctured....

introducing brother#2-achi

if quitting your job to pursue what you love the most and pausing your in order to fulfill somebody else's dream doesn't inspire me....nothing else will...you guys did just that,anna quit his job to build his business empire and achi gave photography a rest to enlighten the minds of little children(he became the headmaster of a school :D) *slow clap*

I know that someday the three of us would get as thick as thieves..no no we would get as thick as the dreadlocks on achi's head...all hail the dreads...until that day just know that your little sister looks upto you in awe...you guys are my heroes...i love you guys.

xo-

shruthi bonjovi