Just Like That

Revival failed

2010-08-25T13:18:00.000+05:30

Ummm knock knock

Hello

Anyone here...

Any old world reader who still remembers this humble blog?

Or a new age cyber wanderer who accidently discovered my abandoned abode?

Aaaah...there I see one. A sight as dear as of water in desert. OR wait...that's me only :(

*Sigh*

Ok so my supposed revival did not turn out to be one after all. But hey I intended to (surely that counts for something...lil bit?)

First it was the no-blogging intertia that was hard to break. I would stare with my fingers positioned on the keyboard...all waiting for something to pop up in my head and write about it...a social issue (well i always start big), a grand idea...ok maybe something interesting in some movie I watched last week or last month? A thought? Damn even a word will do.
But zilch...absolutely nothing. And that is very unlike me whose mind is always swarming with thoughts and questions. :( :(

To top it, there was nothing interesting happening in my life as such. So there was nothing to write about.

And then, I joined a company and there was too much happening that I had no time to scribble anything here. A lot happened (A crux of which will come some other time) and a lot is yet expected.

But I will be here again..I promise.
hope to see you too :) :) :)

Revived

2009-11-12T22:53:00.003+05:30

This blog had been abandoned for almost a year now. I could say it was in hibernation but I would be lying. I could not write with Supernova...the star was meeting an early death. But since I dint have the guts to honour it with a farewell, i abandoned it. Left it to starve itself to death. And I think its quite dead indeed.

But now here I am to give it life saving drug.

Dunno why. But then thats not important. After all, there wasnt any important reason why I started it in the first place...soo scratch that.

I dont know when will I write again here...what will I write here.

Only that for now, Supernova stands REVIVED.

A Random Post

2008-11-29T22:54:00.004+05:30

Heya! wassup...is anyone still visiting this once-thriving-now-obscure blog....heylooooooo anyone alive!?! Well hie...im back and u cud say back from the dead (i mean back before my blog became entirely dead).
all those expectin to get a peep in my life and some reasons of my hiding all this while well sorry to disappoint you sweeties...none of that. infact if you have to know, im writing this post wid a particularly blank mind right now and under pressure from someone who practically prohibited me from writing a farewell post (do i hear ppl gasping?). Yup u read it right. i was planning to write a farewell post..and y not? y keep something alive wen i cant take care of it? i mean when was the last time i wrote something...really wrote something here? it was dat tribute to apple...gah!
And guess what...its NOT AT ALL because nothing has been happening in my life offlate, no sir. on the contrary, a lot..A F**KIN LOT has been happening...and that seems to have taken away my enthu to write. ders too much to think, too much to decide and too many troubles. So much so that instead of sharing the thoughts and feeling light abt it, i dont feel like posting anything here now :(
And offcourse the unpleasant activities and events taking place off late haven't really helped...market crash, TV strike giving my mom enough free time to lecture me every evening how im taking my life nowhere and des terrorist attacks on mumbai...sucks wen u hear such depressing news first thing in the morning....guess this is the season...absolutely nothing no where is going right des days.
der are ppl who got too busy wid der life to be in touch, der were some who deliberately decided not to be available and all this pissed me soo much that i decided to turn a blind eye to the remaining who wanted to talk to me....pretty dumb na.
and the people who quite unknowingly helped me get through all this thanks to der constant nonsense will be soon going away thanks to some circumstances beyond anyone's control...so im gonna miss them big time and this thought is making me miss them even before they have left:(
This SUCKS!
I guess i'll stop now.
Rest will come later...dunno when.

Diwali Resolutions

2008-10-29T11:47:00.006+05:30

First things first....HAPPY DIWALI to all :)
How was yours? Mine was toh super tiring...all i did was made 2 huge rangolis that took me 3 hours to make...and today morning, every single muscle in my body is making its presence felt...screaming out loud! Will post pics of my fruit of labour soon.
Another good thing i did this time was making Diwali Resolutions...and its not without a reason.
You see, New year resolutions are anyways jinxed. They were cursed to be broken always. Im yet to meet a person who can successfully claim to have made a resolution and keep it. So i moved on to Diwali resolutions and makes sense too since anyways Diwali marks beginning of a new year as per hindi calender.

So here are my diwali resolutions...and i intend to keep them..till next Diwali atleast

I was in this terrible habit of posting my updates on Google Talk and Facebook. Its terrible coz at times when im in not so good mood and still post it, frnds get worried and i (being what i am) dont share it with them....dsnt make sense na. So no updates on Gtalk and Facebook.

Abe, oye, moron, jackass, F word, loser etc. these were my everyday terms (include a few from our mother tongue as well). While they are not exactly galiyaan but kinda abusive. Now all these not-so-polite terms are gonna be barred from my speech.

Sweetie, sweetz, darlin, dude, boss, babez etc were another segment of endearments that were soo much a part of me. My frnds must have ahrdly heard their name from me...though i still love them as i always did, its time for these endearments to make an exit. This is important since at times they tumble out when they are not supposed to...gets kinda embaressing that time.

Gotta increase my level of patience...i get pissed at the drop of a hat...counteless number of people call me sadu :(

Dats all for 1st Diwali. One shouldn't push too hard for anything right. Wish me luck guys... Will let you know how well i fared :)

Let me know if any of you got inspired and tuk up a Diwali resolution of your own.

My philosophy

2008-10-15T10:43:00.001+05:30

You Scored as Existentialism

Your life is guided by the concept of Existentialism: You choose the meaning and purpose of your life.

“Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.”

“It is up to you to give life a meaning.”

--Jean-Paul Sartre

“It is man's natural sickness to believe that he possesses the Truth.”

--Blaise Pascal

Existentialism

90%

Strong Egoism

90%

Hedonism

85%

Kantianism

80%

Justice (Fairness)

65%

Utilitarianism

60%

Apathy

40%

Nihilism

25%

Divine Command

15%

Brilliance awarded :P

2008-10-01T09:36:00.004+05:30

omg! Omg! OMg!! OMG! This is real...
*sniff* *sniff*
I cant believe it. Tanku tanku everyone.
I got my first award... this is simply a dream come true for me. I am thankful that you consider me..worthy..*sniff* Im sorry i can control my emotions. *batting wet eyelashes*.
Thank you soo much Specy. I have known his blog ever since I have known blogging per se. One of the first blogs I started reading and commenting on. His writing and blogs have an innate humor and witty way to look at things....he can make you laugh even when your eyes are filled with tears....a total bindaas guy too. I have known him for quite some time and as per him "helped keeping his blog alive" but im sure that has nothing to do with his judgement when it came to giving out this award.

And now, the rules of this brilliant blog award:

When you receive the prize you must write a post showing it, together with the name of who has given it to you, and link them back

Choose a minimum of 7 blogs (or even more) that you find brilliant in their content or design

Show their names, links, few lines about them and leave them a comment informing they were prized with 'Brilliant Weblog Award'

Show a picture of those who awarded you and those you give the prize (optional)

And pass it on!

Aye Aye sir....Here we go (There might be few blogs which have already been awarded but so what....proves how much they deserve it.)

1. Monologue- She was part of the group of people who introduced me to blogs. She wasnt one of the first blogs i started reading...hers was THE first blog i ever everrrrr read. Bitchy, devil-may-care attitude, bindaas, fun, snob if she dsnt life you and what more...proud like hell to be all this. Her blog is a mirror of all that happens in her life. Long posts true but you dont realise it till you have read it all...very engaging. So this one is for Adi.

2. Day Gone Haywire- A blog that truely got me hooked...as in H-O-O-K-E-D. Every post would drive raging ideas and thoughts in my mind and i bombarded his blog with comments...lolz. So much that the blog master hads to write an email to enquire about spamming of his blog.
Bakfire can render a dream like quality of even when he writes about a mundane day...he focuses not on the big things but small details which you wont have noticed otherwise. Its a pleasure readin his blog.

3. Another life...Another Story- Saphire (or Di in her previous avtaar) writes to delight. Her writing is personal and something you can relate to. When she writes cute; you can smile, when she writes sad; you can cry, when she writes funny; you'll be laughing loud. The characters she potrays are real and something you can relate to. Its always fun to read Di's Story.

4. Freaky Journal- I guess this is a sorta biased nomination. He is super kewl and fun guy with his own sense of humor which at times does border to be weird...and ofcourse he makes sinfully yummy coffee. He writing is exactly wat he claims...FREAKY. He doesnt have any genre. Just when you think there is one, he surprises you! Overall, its fun reading his writing.

5. The Reminiscences of Ancient Mariner- Initially you may find this blog kinda serious but there is an inherent wit and a dark humor that runs in the veins of this blog. It is evident throughout whether he is talking abt his fav sensex or a general potrayal of his day. This blog just dsnt let you go.

6. The Nonchalant Cribber- A cribber and proud to be so! He rants, he screams, he swears but he is fun. Maybe coz i do all this but never with such gusto and thats something i admire in his blog. Offlate his posts are kinda long but they never seem like a drag.

7. Vineyards- Ofcourse how can i ever forget. Though already awarded by specy, he deserves a mention in my award list too. He writes about human emotions and bondings and he writes it with such depth and understanding that it makes you wonder if he has ACTUALLY gone thru such a varied range of emotions. Some of his posts were actually breathtaking. He make you cry and make you ache for more.

That's all people...im sure there are many more but i just cant seem to remeber them as of now. Now pass it on!

BANNED :)

2008-09-16T17:11:00.002+05:30

Finally some relief to anti-smokers like me *sigh*For those who are wondering why am I suddenly being so sadistically happy at plight of the smoked up segment of the society, heres my earlier rant over the issue.

8 Ka Dum

2008-08-12T13:30:00.003+05:30

I have been tagged by Di. As per the tag, i need to tell 8 things of each topic asked. 8 is somehow stuck to me...all of my mobile numbers (current and the previous ones) had 8 digit quiet prominently.

Neways, here goes the tag

8 Things Im passionate about:

My Work (yaa im one of dos few crazy souls :P)
Spending time with myself (my introspection time)
Blogging
Reading
My friends
Sleeping
Chatting (online or on phone)
Facebook application games (heavily addicted to text twirl, biggest brain n all)

8 Things I want to do before I die:

Go on a world tour (no London, paris for me...i like unknown, exotic locations)
Learn the art of tapori whistle (once i master it, i wud whistle in a multiplex.. :D)
Do salsa with someone I love (ummm but first i need to learn it)
I want to drive/operate a crane...i always find it interesting how they pick and drop things :D
Get an article written about me in a biz magazine (and this for my phenomenal achievements; not for the pangas and lafdas)
Buy a nice house isloated high on mountains. Would love to live there post my retirement.
Try bungee jumping
Go full talli and dance all nite

8 Things I say often:

Wateverrr
Kewl
Ya rite!
Huh!?!
Kya Bakwaas
U know...
Take Care
Shut up

8 Books I last read:

False Impression by Jeffery Archer
Crime n Punishment by Feodor Dostoevsky
The Class Palace by Amitav Ghosh
A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khalid Hosseni
The Google Story by David A Vise
Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden
The Kite Runner by Khalid Hosseni
Sons of Fortune by Jeffery Archer

8 songs I could listen to over and over again:

When you say nothing at all- Ronan Keating
Filhaal- Filhaal
Aaoge Jab Tum- Jab We met
Duma dum mast kalander- Abeeda Parveen
Piya Tora Kaisa Abhimaan- Raincoat
In Dino- Metro
Tere Ishq Mein- Rekha Bhardawaj
Songs of Arth & Aandhi

8 bloggers who should do this tag:

Fruit of labour and science

2008-08-05T22:01:00.006+05:30

They say Science and Christianity have always been at loggerheads since days of yore. While one looks at things with an eye of suspicion looking for logic, reason and explanation, other relies on belief and often blind faith. Still what is it that links these 2?
Hint: Its also the 1st word of your life
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Well its APPLE.

Yup the same forbidden fruit which lured Eve to take a bite and led to supposed original sin and downfall of humanity (though personally i think thats wat lead to origin of humanity in 1st place).

And in terms of science, this apple was the one that gave Newton brainwave and he came upon concept of gravity.

Haan another field which sings praises of the rosy seeded bosom is Literature.
1st word we learn in school is A for Apple; not Airplane or Arm or Axe or Ass. Fine so its not exactly literature per se but this forms basis of the language :P
In idioms as well, An Apple a day, keeps the doctor away. Though nowhere in science does say that Apple is a healthy food.
A child is Apple of parent's eyes....for the life of me, i aint able to make the connection. If you are bad, then you are a rotten apple.
You are as american as an apple pie..honestly i wud relate america more with possibly Superman then Apple pie....*sigh* im sure the list goes on.

(Disclaimer: i borrowed that rosy seeded bosom thing from Dan Brown.)

Anyone in love with apples?

Leading a cluttered life

2008-08-01T18:15:00.004+05:30

Its 5:52PM as per my desktop watch. Im sitting in my office, kinda relaxed with the last of the reports already gone out of my Outbox....wateverrr is gonna happen, its headache for next week. For now my week and work is over.
My desktop screen sports a bird's eye view of lush green landscape with a white car steering though a serpentine road....a sort of dream...wish to be someday in such a place. However there are many icons cluttering this amazing view...shows how lazy and careless i have been offlate.
When it comes to clutter, these days theres lot of it around me....some which i cudnt help with, some which i dint bother to clean up and some which i have grown used to. Like the one on my desktop (do i sound obsessed with it?); i have been soo busy that i simply turn a blind eye to it and wat more, i add to the collection, lolz.
Then there's lots of papers n all on my workstation. Envelopes, printouts etc. And my drawer is like overflowing with papers...which are not useless; just that i need to file them in a file which is also somewhere in my drawer only.
The pinboard of my workstation still sports notes of its previous occupant. There wasnt anything of my own that i needed to be put up there and dint really want the clipboard to look bare.
My handbag has a number of papers and clippings including lot of bills of coffee, restaurants, shopping n all...the stuff that i had purchased dsnt even exist anymore but i have the bills.
My office is gettin revamped so second half of it is practically got only pillars with broken down walls. Not to forget the continuous music of beating hammer that we hear all day long...but this is one clutter that i dont really mind...it promises a better tomorrow :)
My room is something i need not say anything about....its a messed up mess and will always remain so.
Personally lot of mess took place in my life, part of the reason y i was away from the bloggin scene and everything else for soo long...this was a mess that i desperately wanted to clean up but just cudnt help it...and now im resigned to it.
I think if you keep on ignoring and tolerating something, there comes a time when you get used to it...or you just arnt bothered anymore.
Look at me...i just listed down all the mess and clutter around me instead of actually clearing it up like i should have in this time :)

Linking the thread

2008-07-24T00:05:00.004+05:30

Who breaks the thread; One who pulls it or one who holds on?
I read this quote somewhere and just cudnt let it go...finding an answer to this became a question of integral importance for me. I asked friends, put it on my gtalk status, it was even here on my blog for some time as a poll.
Who breaks the thread...
Some wud say that the one who pulls it coz he broke the equilibrium.
Pretty simple huh!?!
Maybe not...
At times its important to pull the thread...in such a situation the one holding it needs to let it go...on his understanding of the situation lies the onus of salvaging the thread.
But then again one can argue, shudnt one hold on to what one holds dear? Should one just let go at a small tug? What happened to standing by and fighting for whats yours and what you believe in? Is all that phoney?
No it isnt...but then you have to recognize a lost cause. While not giving in may at times salvage the situation but then if the other person keeps on repeatedly tugging the other end then you know you have to let go of it before it snaps into two. Recognizing such a situation tests the true metal of a person's logical and practical judgement and will power.
Wow! How convinient is that!?! So the entire onus of salvaging the thread falls on the poor soul who is not even initiating the tug in the first place. Why shudnt the one who pulls the thread bear the brunt of the mishap? Is it to be assumed that his judgement and decision of tugging the thread was accurate on all accounts? Couldnt his logical and practical judgement be flawed? And if it is, then isnt it the responsibility of the other person to bring out the true picture?

And the argument continues....

This is like those unanswerable circular mysteries of human thinking which dont have a concrete answer. And how could there be one when what we are talking about is human thoughts and behaviour.
While I was swinging between these 2 stances, there came a 3rd angle which made this entire excercise futile....What do you do with the thread if its not broken? If one pulls it and other does let go of it, the thread is intact but is it of any use? Whats the big idea about salvaging it when it is not connecting anything? When the 2 ends of the thread have drifted apart, is it any different from another piece of junk?

Any answers anyone?

The Godsent Advisors

2008-06-06T12:17:00.004+05:30

In these times of increased inflation and rising prices, only god made things are free (that too only god knows till when. we have started payin for water anyway). But there is one thing thats man-made but is still free..no i aint talking abt MC-BC abuses and pollution n all that...its ADVICE.
im sure half of u must be noding ur head in agreement and some must be givin sheepish looks....yes im talking to u smartheads who believe they have been blessed with all the worldly wise gyaan and take up the altruistic task of making others move the 'right way'
Im sure you all must have across such god-sent specimens sometime or other (if you rnt one yourself). There are few things quiet peculiar about this breed.
They dont need anyone to seek their advice or opinion. For them its an understood thing by some unwritten unsaid code. When you are telling them a problem, they automatically wear their problem solving hats and shoot out advice and gyaan about how you are all wrong from the beginning, how you shud have actually handled the situation, and how to go about it now.
Some of the premium range of advisors dont even need you to approach them for anything...they'll see you doing something and automatically the helpful soul in them will encourage them to tell you how to go about the task. If they dont know what you are doing, they will ask you to tell them what things are like. Now since you arent the puuuuurfect soul like them, you obviously are not doing things exactly the way they should be and you need some gyaan.
You should do things differntly but only till they approve of it. As long as you live your life under their able guidance and follow their expert advice, you'll learn more and you'll progress (nevermind the direction of the progress though).
There is nothing that they dont know...they have been there, done that and done that the best way it could be done. So dont ever think that there is something they have no idea about or lets say that there is something they cannot SAY anything about. So whether its the Kashmir issue or the global warming or what AC you should buy or even what hair colour wud suit you best...heed the words of the know-it-all!!
People say listening makes you wise. but these godgifts are already soooo packed with greycells between their ears that they need not hear or listen . So they speak...and they just have to speak. Petty issues like whether they are asked to give in their input or if its something of their understanding dont bother them in the face of worldly good of enlightening the ignorant souls. They would happily interrupt anyone who is saying something...afterall their thoughts are more important to be heard na n neways what cud u mere mortal have to say to them that they dont already know :P
Ooo i could go on n on...but on a more serious note, someday i would really like to ask them why do they have to disperse their pearls of wisdom without being asked? Cmon man, if i ask u something, that makes sense ki i had it comin. but here i am all blissfully happy in my world and BANG you come and paint it all mess!! Have some sense of self-worth and talk only when you are being talked to and that too to people who value you...incase you dont realise (which i think u dont), most of the poeple are waiting for you to get done with your articulation so that they can get back to their work.
But i know i will never do that...i'll never go upto them and actually give them this eye-opener. You see...i fear another gyaan-session comin my way..and i doubt if i'll be able to stand it.

Starting all over again

2008-06-04T22:29:00.005+05:30

What does a pavement chalk artist go through when his labor of hours in creating a vision on the footpath gets ruined by rain...and he cant do anything other than just sit and watch it all wash by?
or when your sand castle gets washed away by waves of the sea?
the irony is that in all these cases, the end result was both evident and expected. the chalk artist cudnt possibly have expected his creation to remain there for days. Similarly, sea waves were not an unexpected catastrophe, was it?
then y does one invest so much of energy, dedication and emotions in those creations? and if it does then y rnt we mentally prepared wen all that is taken away from us..y does it hurt so bad?
She was living a nightmare where she is dropped in the middle of a desert and her ctretches are taken away from her. Can she walk without them? she dsnt know cos she never tried. and now she is scared to try...to even think about it.
He was her support system...in a way he was the reason for her existence. She never lived a life for herself, she simply was never aware of this concept. her day started and ended with him, in her quest to make his life easy, she never got time to notice her own quality of life. Was she happy? dat was directly proportional to his happiness. Was she satisfied with her life? this was an alien question to her since neither did she recognise her own life nor the significance of this question.
And now after 48 years to togetherness, he left her. Suddenly she is facing a huge void in her life which she has to fill. only that she dsnt know what she shud fill it with? What next? what now? Its not that this was never to happen, infact she saw it coming but somehow she cudnt prepare herself for this. how does one prepare to face a wipe out...her life was wiped out. she had a clean slate in her hand and she had to start afresh.
Could she do it; she didn't know. She had never tried and now what did she have a reason to? why? what for? "Live for yourself now. Do things you always wanted to do, go to places." people told her. But her wishes and desires were loooong ago buried under her responsibilities. She cudnt remember what was the last thing she really wished for that was for herself. now she just have a life to live but nothing to live it for...she is looking for another reason to live...its sad she is not capable of living her life for her self anymore.

Listen to this

2008-05-01T14:04:00.005+05:30

Ok all you regular readers of my blog, you are in for a surprise....after you guys have been reading my cribbing and screaming for a year now, i decided to reward you all wid a differnt post...something like setting up the tone for this year.

Though not much into music n all (i like to humm along the song), but i came across this track by some band called Pacifika on You tube. And i liked it!! So much that i decided to share it with you all...I couldn't understand the lyrics (i dint even recognize the langauge) but still it was very calm and relaxing type (no its not YOGA and meditation music...cant u ppl ever take me seriously!).

So listen to it and do lemme know what you think of it. Ofcourse along with praising the track, some words about my classy choice are not ruled out;)

PS: I tried adding the video here itself but my PC was acting up so had to post the link...but that shudnt be a trouble anyways...you just have to click only (any lazy finger out der!?!)

UPDATE: Though i like this song but i dont understand even a single word :( can anyone out here gimme a translation to the lyrics plzzzzzzzzzz!! Also, where cud i get more from des guys. lemme knw if u have any idea abt it :)

A year later

2008-04-29T15:11:00.003+05:30

Yesssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

April 28, 2007 was the auspicious day when i finally christined the blogosphere wid ma presence by hitting the PUBLISH button for this post. And like they say there has been no looking back... i wrote and i cribbed n screamed n i vented it all out and what not. So my logging is now a year old and what have i learned in this one year:

NOTHING!!!!! :P

if any of you were thinking that der'll be some changes in my writting and i'll start wid some more socially responsible posts den darlin u r sooo very mistaken....its gonna be the way it is till the time its gonna be.

So a very very very HAPPY BDAY to me :)

Meeting the Past

2008-04-21T12:41:00.001+05:30

Packin your stuff brings you face 2 face with your past memories. Things you were looking for all over but cudnt find...to things you kept too carefully to remember again. The past weekend was nostalgia full on for me. I found hidden in my almira, things I have been carrying with me since ages…some toh I dint even know exist.

My music diary. This is a good 11 yrs old…back when I was learning classical music…it’s tattered to no end with yellowed pages. But it symbolizes the most beautiful times of my school life…when I was just myself.

My Ghungroo. No I wasn’t into classical dancing but I have a string of 20-25 ghungroos. It’s a single string, not a pair. I like their sweet tingling sound. Plan to hang them in my room as a substitute to wind chimes.

Remember the amazing viral marketing spin by Ruffle Lays? I and my brother had a huuuuuuuge collection of these taazos. Infact, we had created an album for this.

McDonalds used to be my brother’s fav hound for nothing else but those toys that we used to get from there.

I found an unposted letter written to my friend 5 years back. I was always into writing and used to write her long letters full of nothing else but crap and gossip. Dunno why I did not post this one.

My remedy to overcome bad moods and anger, just spill it all out on a piece of paper and read it after 3-4 days. You tend to laugh at it that time and then you can burn it off. Guess I never got back to some of them after 3-4 days…some of those venting out creations were 7 years old! And ya…I did laugh at them.

A calendar of year 2000 that I got from Jaipur, mainly coz I liked the paintings on each page...I even recreated some of them.

A travel kit gifted to me by my brother on Rakshabandhan. It had a mirror, comb, tooth brush, tooth paste, soap and a mini towel. Never really got round to use it.

My Barbie doll and her clothes and kitchen set.

Fake currency notes that were quiet in vogue some 10 years back.

A glow toy that I had with me…it used to be my bed-partner along with my dolls and teddy bears. It somehow gave me a sense of security.

A book on Russian folk stories (funny I had read Russian when I was young and here I am struggling with Fyodor Dostoevsky)

My passpost size photographs when I was in class 10. I could actually see the transformation since these 8 years!

Other then these, ofcourse there was also some windfall gains as:
A pillow cover that mom had been lookin for since looooong time

A stationary kit. My brother once asked me if I have it with me since he cudn’t really find it anywhere else and I obviously said No.

A notebook with some important notes. I knew I have it with me but just cudnt find it when I needed it.

A SPOON!! Don’t ask me how did dat land in my almira.

4-5 towels

Uncountable number of handkerchiefs all distributed in my handbags and jeans pockets n all. Unfortunately no windfall gains in terms of money :(

My almira was nothing less then a pandora’s box I guess. But it was fun going through all those times again. Some things I have to leave behind but then…memories are not dependant on material objects right.

Mom, Me and my wardrobe

2008-04-11T18:27:00.005+05:30

I am back to my nostalgic trips (for the recent readers of my blog, my earlier nostalgic stint lead to these posts.)
One of the biggest challenges in shifting your home comes in form of packing up of all your belongings. Add to it when you have to pack each and every thing all by yourself coz your mom doesn’t trust the packers & movers ppl (They’ll just stuff in everything without wrapping it properly. What if something breaks off? And how will I know which carton has what?...and so on) Infact, my next few posts might be based on this moving on only.
Dats when u realize just how much clutter you had actually accumulated. I dint even realize I had sooooo many clothes (though my mom never failed to make me aware of this)!! There are few which I have ahem..well..sorta..outgrown and there are some which could have been worn but wrnt coz I simply dint remember that I have them! And now when its clearing up time, I am in a dilemma….should I throw them away or keep them with me? And for the outgrown ones, throwing away would mean that I’m accepting that I’ll never get back to them. So my mom is these days constantly on the lookout for a chance to raid on my wardrobe while im trying to hide my treasure from her.
This is what a typical evening in my house goes like these days when she is going through my collection of clothes.
As it happens generally, she opens the closet and few jeans come tumbling down on her. *sigh* talk of a bad start.
Mom: See…this is what I don’t like. You don’t even take care of your clothes. Then after some time you say that they have lost their look and you want more.

Me: I do!!! Arrey that toh I was getting late for office so I just stuffed them in. I was about to put them in properly abhi.

Mom: Ya right. I have been hearing this since last how many years now? Neway rehne do.

And we start going through each of them one by one.

Mom: This!! Throw this away...when was the last time you wore it huh?

Me: I will now pucca se. (*i guess saying that it got kinda lost in the heap of clothes wouldn't have really helped so i decided to keep mum)

Mom: And u better give away all these trousers...they dont fit you anymore and you obviously arnt gonna do anything about it.

(*my mom surely knows how to prick me. As was expected, dis statement got me all fired up)

Me: Kya matlab? ofcourse im gonna do something about it. I am not throwing it away...no way!

We carried on calmly for some time till she got to a salwar suit. This is always been a raw nerve with my mom. While she adores salwar suits, i aint really fond of them and she hates it when they just keep on hanging in my closet.

Mom: Look at this one...so pretty! and you literally fought with me to get this one stiched but now you just dont wear it.

Me: Mom its kinda glittery..i cant wear it to office n all.

Mom: Its not!! bus tumhe hi aisa lagta hai...why you have to wear such dull clothes.

Me: Arrey! just coz i dont wear THIS particular suit, all my clothes are dull!?!? Kya logic hai ismein?

Mom: Tumhe na toh apne kapdo ka khayal rakhna hai, na hi inhe phekna hai. Bus keep on stuffing them in. This is a pathetic T-shirt!! Its even faded. what are you gonna do with this?

Me: Ummm ya its kinda faded but i like it n i do wear it.

Mom: Ye bekaar hai.

And with that statement, she finally put one T-shirt in discarded clothes section. And before i could even realise, few more were added to it. :(

Mom: All these skirts...why dont you wear them anymore?

Me: Mom these are those huuuge skirts that were in some 5 years back! i cant wear them NOW! They look weird!!

Mom: Then why did you buy this one the other day?

Me: This is a wrap around skirt. They look good.

Mom: Tumhara toh kuch samajh mein hi nahi aata ki kab kaya achcha hai kya nahi hai. Do it yourself. I am loosing my patience.

Me (with a big smile): Okie! :)

Its not that she is indeed done with it. She'll be back i knw and the same thing will happen. Few of my collection will be martyred for a larger cause :P

Moving on

2008-04-07T17:15:00.002+05:30

“Wake up! We have reached. Arrey utho bhi.”
My mom’s consistent poking finally managed to wake me up from my slumber… How do I manage to sleep so deeply curled up in the car is a mystery to her as well as me.
I was still pissed with the last argument and was obviously not in a very amiable mood. Who would be if u r made to leave your friends and school and shift to a completely different one?
I looked up to the group of white tall buildings one of which was to house my new home.
“They all look the same! I’ll never find my house.”
“Ever heard of something called house number? We had it earlier as well. And there too all houses looked same.”
“Yaaa but…its soo tall! And there is no elevator as well”
“Its only 4 floors and our house is on 2nd floor”
This last counter argument was delivered with a don’t-be-so-difficult look to me. I knew there was nothing I could say, not at the moment at least. I quietly followed my dad down the lanes to the block that was to be my new home.
“It’s so small!! And what if I fall from the stairs?”
“If you look where you are walking, you won’t fall.”
The problems that I could find with this place were innumerable!
“I wont drink dis packed milk. It’s synthetic! I read it in paper”
“I cant sleep at night. I can actually hear someone walking in the house above ours! Its disturbing”
“I don’t like the kids out here…they don’t play football!”
And the list went on…Now that I think of it, it was a natural defensive reaction from a 11 year old who refused to be taken out of her cocoon.
In the last one decade that I have lived here, this place has grown from a quiet, relatively greener part of the city to a busy, upcoming segment with malls, metro and new housing societies.
Im comfortable here…my friend’s place is walking distance from my home and my office is 5 km.
And then:
“We are shifting. Packup!”
“Whaaat! But why are we going there of all the places? It’s not even come up properly yet! And my office will be soo faar! And it’s not safe at all….”
*embaressed smile*
History repeated itself.
11 years later and my reaction is still the same. Guess im still defensive about my comfort zone and don’t want to let go of it.
Is it only me or is everyone else like that?

Crap on Idiot Box

2008-04-01T09:50:00.004+05:30

Well well well so now on this day when almost everyone is fooling or atleast trying to fool someone, I decided to do something kinda different on my blog. So for a change, I will NOT talk about myself out here…no need to laugh so hard now ok…though kinda unusual, its definetly not unprecedented. I have earlier shed some light on a few bigger causes as well like here and partly here as well.

For a change last week I was watching TV and that too I choose to watch news channels…there was just one fella hogging the limelight. Some WWE guy called Khali…oops! It’s the Great Khali. News channels have gone completely ga-ga over this giant of a man. Some are even claiming him as a Superhero! Khali’s exclusive interview, exclusive footage of his gym where he trains (Aarrgghhhh!), what he eats, what he thinks, how he has terrorized the entire WWE fraternity n all that jazz.
Duuuude, is wrestling really that big in India? Or are they creating a hype coz Khali is the 1st export from india in this arena? Whats the big idea of making mountains outta molehills?

Another example being the Tanushree Dutta and nana patekar thing that was in news…1st thing that had me dumbstuck was…Who the hell is Tanushree Dutta?? After googling and boggling my mind, I remembered her as some beauty pageant winner...This lady had some issues with Nana Patekar and was thrown out of the movie and her car was smashed and all that jazz...now this is the only time i guess that this lady is in news post her paegent win along with a almost done with star for a movie which definetly isnt a very awaited one. If this isnt a publicity stunt then i dont know what is...

These days news channels serve more of a channa zor garam rather than a balanced diet. Agreed with some who claim that this is very much news..true. But from the look of it, it seems this is the ONLY news! Isnt there anything more interesting thats happening? Cmon man we live in a world with more than hundred countries...im sure something is happening all the time somewhere...y not report that?
Some say that this kinda news is shown coz there are poeple who watch it...so these news channels are doing nothing but simply catering to the market needs...but rnt they creating that market as well? If they can make people curious about this Khali and who is dating whom and who killed whom and who even slapped whom then why cant they create awareness about some good and worth it issues!
They dont think its worth it? Or they simply dont care about it? Afterall, if showing Govinda slapping some XYZ increase TRPs then why bother!?!?!

Heartbreak

2008-03-28T15:49:00.003+05:30

You're breaking my heart all over again.
Oh why did we start all over again?
It's too late now to wish I had never met you.
I've loved you much too much to just forget you.
If we ever part all over again,
Will I fall in love, no never again!
You said you'd love me, you made a vow,
Look what you're doing now,
You're breaking my heart all over again

This is a song by Frank Sinatra....dunno y but i kinda liked it so posted it here.

Last 24 hours

2008-03-25T15:22:00.001+05:30

Trust Specy to come up with something weird everytime. From a guy who takes months (literally) to complete a tag himself, he has created a tag of his own!
So the tag says, “What all would you do if you come to know that you are going to die in next 24 hours?”
Now this is as per the assumption that I will not die before 24 hours no matter what I do. And neither will I fall ill or get hurt.
Here goes:
Firstly, I’ll stop all the clocks and watches around me. Don’t want to spent time looking at it every nano second.

I would jump off a building, facing the sky with my hands outstretched…I wud’ve liked to try this from a mountain peak but that would require wasting time in travelling.

Walk in the middle of a busy road…normally stray cows do dis and its fun seeing how ppl try to steer away their vehicles from it. (Im NOT calling myself a stray cow ok...just that it gives a kinda royal feel to think that ppl are trying to get outta der way to make space for u.)

Drive a crane or a road roller…actually a monster truck but I don’t think I’ll get it here. Oh! Did I mention that I don’t even know how to drive a car?

Now after this stunt of mine, obviously mamus will be after me so I’ll perform a Lara Croft style stunts and jumping across the moving buses and all save myself…rmbr, I CANNOT die before 24 hours.
I

would shop, shop and shop buying all sorta clothes I always thought would be pathetic to buy...with my credit card.

Eat likes there is no tomorrow (there wont be…lolz)

I’ll go on all those super whako and crazily scary rides in amusement parks.

Write loads and loads of crazy things on my blog...bitching full-on saying things I had always wanted to say...I’ll even go to name taking.

I guess if im able to accommodate dis much in 24 hours without over stressing myself then its ok.

Last one hour of my life I’ll spend by just being with myself thinking about my life gone by…if I am able to smile at the end of it, den all of it was worth it.

Ok now I tag:
Ancient mariner
Di
Matty
Wacko
Lazymad man
Thushar
Bakfire

Lets see what you ppl come up with.

A pathetic week

2008-03-20T15:06:00.001+05:30

Warning: This is going to be an out-n-out cribbing post. So only the ones who have sampled my cribbing before should take the risk of reading further…don’t say I dint warn u.
I am in a terrible mood des days. And the blistering hot weather and stuff around me is also not really helping me out.
The temperature levels in delhi are outrageous considering that its only mid-march! What are we gonna face in May-June…possibly bread will be toasted by merely getting exposed to the sunlight for 10 minutes, hospitals will have patients flooding in with burn issues..60% burns, 80% burns! Infact, there wont be any burnt for dowry news, the victim would be merely made to stand in the sunlight. Imagine the amount of natural resources that’ll be saved if people start cooking in their gardens with nothing other than an iron plate. You could make your omlette or paranthas or anything on that!
To add to the weather, there is Holi. Now this is one festival which is very controversial in terms of its duration. Traditionally, holi is of 2 days. Corporates and companies do not recognize the 1st day and so ofcourse there is no chutti so for them holi is just one day. What makes it worse is that NOT ALL companies follow this. So while some give you just one day leave, others give out a 2 day holiday.
Me: Heya!
Frnd: Happy holi
Me: Ya. Sam2u.
Frnd: Tell me, you have a holiday tomorrow?
Me: No yaar, office L
Frnd: Yipppeeee!!! Yahooooo!
Me: huh ????
Frnd: I have a holiday!!
Me: !!!!!!
I still wonder if she was happy coz she got an extended weekend or coz I DINT get it?
*sigh*
So I have an office tomorrow. And it’s surely going to be a mess thanks to a bunch of lunatics for whom holi is week long! So during this period they just can’t stand the sight of a colourless and neat person in holi season. So what if you are just a passerby and they don’t even know you! Holi is for everyone…so BANG! And you are hit by a balloon bomb…Holi hai!!
Things are nor particularly nice in office either. I had my 1st messed up campaign in my career and im supremely bugged about it…Even though I wasn’t very optimistic about it but it was challenging for sure. The worst part is that somehow I’m not feeling like doing anything these days…and this sucks…sucks as in SUCKS!! Maaan I wish it rains here…let it just pour like crazy!

In conversation

2008-02-27T18:10:00.001+05:30

“What’s with you and this word Sorry?”
“As in?”
“As in why is it so difficult for you to utter this word? You are always so stubborn type about this.”
“I have no issues in apologizing to anyone. But you convince me that I am at fault.”
“Can’t you say sorry just to make someone feel better.”
“If Im saying sorry without meaning it, how will that person feel better! Dat would be cheating him”
“What cheating yaar…u said something which pricked someone. You say sorry to end the matter and get done with it. That’s it! What is so complicated in that.”
“I am not bothered who does what. Maybe for them this word doesn’t mean anything. But it matters to me so when I say sorry to someone, I really mean it.”
“Funny. I have noticed you saying sorry when you bump into something on the way…at times it’s just a pillar or tree. But you say sorry even before realizing it’s an object.”
“That’s different. More of a habitual thing.”
“The way it sounds is that you can apologize to a mere stranger on the road, even an object but not to the ones who love you, who stand by all your whims? Their feelings and thoughts don’t matter?”
“Of course they do. But I am sure they will not be happy with me apologizing for the sake of saying it. They know me and I doubt if they expect it.”
“That’s kinda nasty you know. You slashed someone but if you don’t think you were at fault, you won’t apologize. Even if that person bleeds to death.”
“So you mean you haven’t apologized to anyone to make up?”
“I have. If someone is so adamant on hearing this, then I ask if they want me to say sorry without meaning it. I they say yes, then I say sorry. Though I have never seen them be happy about it.”
“There you go again. Why you have to make it so obvious? When you make it clear that you don’t mean it, obviously no one will be pleased with it.”
“So I am to say sorry without meaning it but it should look genuine?”
“Ummmm ya kinda. That’s what is expected”
“Funny how people fool themselves.”
“You know your problem? Your problem is that you turn everything in an ego issue.”
“Ya rite. Not apologizing to make things better is ego. But expecting someone to pretend as guilty without meaning it just to make yourself feel better is …..”
“That’s the world honey.”
*sigh*

This was a conversation I had with myself sometime back. Somehow it dint seem to conclude. Maybe coz none of us knew the conclusion. But I am not guilty for leaving it in between. And luckily, my self is someone I don’t have to pretend and say Sorry.

Silence...

2008-02-25T11:30:00.000+05:30

One phenomenon with varied dimensions and interpretations. It scares some n it calms others. To some it spells upcoming storm or doom; to others it’s the eternal peace beyond which nothing matters.
Silence at late hours of the night when half of the world is no longer conscious, when the roads are without those blaring horns, when your neighborhood doesn’t echo voices of mothers running after kids, grilling their maids and street vendors selling their items….At 1 AM, its just you and the eternal darkness with its silence so deep that you can even hear your own heartbeat!
That silence gives you eternal peace...at times like these you can just fly in your thoughts, your aspirations, you can think about those moments which made you happy…you soar high in your world leaving all your burdens worries and issues behind.
You know you have done something drastically bad, said terribly nasty and hurt the one you love the most…you cant take it back…u cannot undo it…but u feel bad for making them feel bad…you dread the encounter but somehow u know you have to face it, “They’ll scream at me. They’ll tell me how bad I am...its ok. They’ll take it all out. I deserve it.” So you tell yourself. But you don’t get any of it. Instead you get silence…nothing about how evil you have been, nothing about how u have hurt them and how thoughtless it was. Instead its, “How was your day? Let’s go out for dinner?” That silence kills…tortures like anything…when you don’t have the guts to bring it up by yourself.
The silence you get from a friend when you need them the most…when you don’t want to exchange any words, when you don’t want to tell what happened and how it happened, when its too raw for any sort of analysis of who was at fault and what went wrong...when you don’t even to say all if this…and you don’t need to. They just look at you and sit near you. No need to hold hand and give it that reassuring squeeze…just sit there and have the lengthiest and most meaningful conversation…that silence fills you up with contentment and pride of having such people to share your life with.
The social environment we live in these days produces such high volumes of decibel sound that we are no longer comfortable with silence…restaurants and lounges maintain a background of music…not always to relax you but to facilitate you to talk and be comfortable with the surroundings. If suddenly the music goes off, everyone starts looking here n there anxious by this sudden silence…which is alien to them. The sentences and words are dropped mid-way; no one has the courage to kill the silence.
You talking to someone and after saying something you go quiet.
“What happened? Why are suddenly so quiet?”
“Nothing happened”
“Are you thinking something?”
“Not really”
“Then why aren’t you saying anything?”
“Im not troubled or anything. I’m just quiet..dats it.”
And then there is Silence
But you know this silence is screaming…screaming that you are not understood. That you are just silent but the other person is busy thinking trying to unravel the mystery behind your silence. *sigh* There isn’t any.

Horrors of covering that distance of 5 km

2008-02-19T16:02:00.001+05:30

First the dhamaka news which im sure is dream for most of u: My house is just 5 kms away from my office! (yes yes yesss I can see you go green with envy..huaaaa haha hahahah haha) So the travelling time to office is like just 15 minutes…and oh wait…did I tell you that this 20 minutes INCLUDES the stoppage time at the traffic lights…*evil smile*
For the remaining pure souls who haven’t already closed down the browser window burning in envy (y else wud u give up on my blog huh!?!?), here comes the anti-climax…Its a real pain getting a means to cover this distance.
I did undertake those 15 day car driving courses and got my license as well but I cannot sit behind the steering wheel and maneuver the car safe n sound from one position to another…So the bottom line is that I cant drive and my license serves the sole purpose of my address verification.
That brings me to public transport system
Ah well…thanx to our media, by now every single person in every nick n corner of the country knows what kinda adventure ride it is to travel by the Blueline buses of Delhi…Add to it the office hours and u have the ultimate stunt of going to office hanging out of a crowded bus like a ripe bunch of grapes. So this is completely outta question.
Autorickshaw: Im sure I have mentioned randomly in my earlier posts as well…my office though only a few kms away, falls in the state of Uttar Pradesh. And with some crappy transport law, autorickshaws of one state cant operate in another unless they tk sm sorta pass…so every morning its an exercise of 30 mins of HUNTING FOR AN AUTO n den 15 mins of ride…ofcourse the auto walah in full understanding of his monopoly and your dire need will charge u a bomb but then its either that or reach late *sigh*. Ofcourse there is perennial trouble of chutta or change. He wont be carrying even a tenner with him so its completely upto you to pay him and and get the remaining amount back unless you are feeling rich n generous enuff to say keep the change.
Few days back I found an alternative to this issue as well (u can always trust me to find solutions to problems *smug*)…d gud ol pedal rickshaw. No transport laws governing them and if given an incentive of extra 5 rupees, takes 20-25 mins to cover the distance…but the problem is that it can get quiet scary at times. A road with automobiles running at speed of nthng less den 60 kmph n if anything less den honking lk mad…picture a humble innocent peddle rickshaw trapped between a blueline on left side and another bus on right. Behind you are 3-4 cars and all the other nick-n-corners r sealed by bikers…n when the traffic light goes green, u can imagine the rush n everyone’s irritation and cant-we-walk-over-it feeling is so thick, its almost tangible! L
*sigh* all this for a mere 5 kms. Im thinking of either start walking that distance (ok im kidding! ) or buy a car…(hey im not kidding abt dis one). Lets see how this works out. Meanwhile I gotta decide how im gonna get back home today..hope I find an auto.

5 minutes before the fall…

2008-02-15T17:33:00.000+05:30

Standing on the edge of a cliff with her arms spread like an eagle’s wings. This is the end…nowhere to go. But do I really want to go anywhere…what am I doing here standing lk dis? Am I going to fly or am I gonna die?
Soft wind is blowing making her swoon… She realizes that she is not able to stand still…and neither is her mind…Its wen u r at places like these that u realize how much of support we take from our surroundings while standing on our 2 legs…its wen u r standing with absolutely nothing around you except big vast expanse of sky which is no longer up above you but seems to be coming down to engulf you..its at these times you suddenly miss the surrounding that you were so used to.
“Its almost time” She thinks and closes her eyes…
“Dint someone say that your whole life flashes before you at moments like this?” She thinks of things gone by, people she left, people who left her and ofcourse those whom she wanted to be with but who were just never there.
The countdown begins…
5…
She raises her arms
4…
She closes her eyes
3…
She takes a deep breath
2…
She realizes that she is smiling
1…
Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohoooooooo
She falls…
That was her experience with Bungee jumping :P

Long time, no post!

2008-02-01T15:21:00.000+05:30

I know I know…its been too long since my last post n der hvnt been many updates n all dat jazz…
There can be numerous reasons for this like…
I hvnt been online all this while
OR
Bloggers block
OR
My fingers froze in this chilly cold weather n I just cudnt type
OR
was oh-so-very-busy
OR
I wrote something really nice few weeks back but the moment I was about to press Publish, my system crashed!
OR
Poor innocent me was threatened to stop writing such random n pathetically poor stuff…I was told dat nobody wants to know the details of my life…I got scared L
OR
People took away my keyboard due to constant noise I made
OR
Someone I want to bitch about reads my blog regularly and I can’t cum up with a suitable code name
OR
Had temporary amnesia and forgot my username and password.
OR
Everything is so nice n kewl n good around me. I just cant find anything to bitch or crib about!
OR
I had an idea but was too lazy to type so was waiting for blogspot to cum up wid a n audio blog
OR
Blog? Im sorry wat r u talkin abt?
OR
I have given up writing
OR
Why the hell should I tell YOU what I think huh!?!
OR
…
*sigh* dats it I guess. Cant think much…cmon I wud have written a proper post had I been able to think ok (YA it DOES require thinking smarthead :P)
Honestly, I have simply been too cold n lazy to actually put my fingers exposed to the biting cold air and punch the keys. Have to so it in office coz I just cant help it.
Will be back when the weather is more fit for human survival…till then, take care n byeee!

Happy-NEW-Year

2008-01-08T17:12:00.000+05:30

A lot of people said that I marked my 50th post but dint mark the turn of year on my blog. Afterall, it was the first turn of year being witnessed by my blog.
So Happy New Year to all.
But then if u think it over…
What’s so new about this year? Other den one extra day in Feb, isn’t it the same as the old one? Same old months, same old alternatively 30 and 31 days, same festivals, same seasons…blah blah blah.
So what’s so new about it?

Its a year with new days and different opportunities, new events and new..umm watever.
But den we get a new day every 24 hours, dont we. We have a new opportunity, a new sunrise and all dat jazz every 24 hours. Then wat major significance does this turn of day hold..

Am I being too rational? or am I being too pessimistic?
Watever it is...one thing is for sure..im definetely using TOO MANY QUESTIONMARKS :P

Ok people..lk we wish Gud morning to everyone, here I wish happy, peaceful and healthy remaining 2008 for you :)

Turning 50!!

2008-01-07T15:16:00.000+05:30

Cut the cake, pop out the champagne and sing birthday wishes…so what if we dint celebrate birth of JLT, we are today celebrating 50th post of JLT. *applause*
Now..im sure you all are super enthu abt hearing some words of wisdom from JLT about his journey to this landmark where not many blogs are able to reach or if they do, just don’t bother recognizing the importance. Hey u! wat r u trying to imply by that rolling eyes expression of urs huh???
Anyways, so who better to interview JLT den its associate and owner (this is to tell who the boss is) SUPERNOVA.
S: Hey buddy, so u r 50 now eh..gud going.
JLT (the ever sarcastic): I’ll tk ur statement as bday wish.
S: So lets go back to how u got started.
JLT: Me...well it was all your doin..if u wrnt so surrounded by bloggers and blog discussions in your previous work place, not to mention so piled up wid things inside u dat desperately needed a vent out…I don’t think I wud have cum into existence.
S: So tell me, hw it has been so far huh? Pretty gud im sure.
JLT (and also the perennial cribber): Oh ya? u wudnt have said d same if someone was using YOU purely as a confession box.
S: Ahem ok so dat was y u were created..u r atleast serving ur purpose..be happy about it.
JLT gives out a nasty grunt
S:Oh cmon...it cudnt have been so bad, was it. (a look saying dont-u-dare-say-otherwise is passed)
JLT: Umm ya good enuff though it would have been a lot better if der were more comments but den its ok..who cares anyways.
S: Oh but u have a few loyal readers…ders a niche readership dat u enjoy. How kewl is dat.
JLT: Ummm ya wateverrr
S: So any great achievements?
JLT: Ah well! I managed to keep myself alive so long dats a gud one. Plus induced some sm slacky bloggers lk Spectator to be more regular wid der blogging even though now dey seem to be doing d same.
S: So wat tuk u so long to cum up wid ur 50th post…almost a month..u have never been away for dis long.
JLT: Uh-huh..Lady wen u turn 50 and people cum asking you questions about your 1st day in the world, den u cum to me n we’ll discuss y it tuk me soo long.
S: ok F-i-ne. U know it wont hurt if u can put a cap on ur cribbing and sarcasm.
JLT: Tell the person who logs in to blogger account n pukes out all dis crap in my name.
S: Ahem ok so dats it for now. Before u practically kill me by ur sheer sneering, im off.

*The 50th post of such a random blog cudnt have been anything even remotely sensible :P

Mehndi Torture

2007-12-13T16:58:00.000+05:30

I wrote (or rather cribbed) about the impending wedding season but forgot to mention the most intricate part of this season for gals n women..nah its not shopping..( u guys really cant think beyond gossip and shopping wen someone mentions women na..hmph!) Its decorating ur hands with a sorta herbal tattoo by making intricate designs....we know it as applying mehndi or heena. Some women also apply it on their hair and men on their beard giving it a kinda rusty luk (wat a pathetic way to hide whites huh :P) bt dats a different matter.
The only cumbersome thing about applying mehndi is that for 2-3 hrs u r in a way without ur hands. While some take it as an opportunity to have friends and family members at ur beck-n-call der r some who find it irritating since it leaves them at others mercy for mundane tasks as drinking water and itching...urs truely no doubt comes from the 2nd school of thought.
To avoid dis i genrally opt to apply mehndi on only one palm at a time. However one of the couples getting hitched dis season was my brother as well so goin with the flow I decided to deck up both my palms and even feet (as an afterthought only)
OMG the torture I had to stand:

It was December and mehndi is obviously cold so my hands freezed.

I obviously cudnt eat and drink water…though I generally don’t feel hungry, dat time I was suddenly starving. And no one in the house had ‘any time’ to feed me.

When eventually someone did feed me then it wasn’t my chice of food. Instead of what I want, I was given morsels of “what’ll be good for me” which obviously tastes pathetic. *sigh* it was either that or starve.

Nothing beats a cup of hot ginger tea in winters...but imagine when u r offered the same with a straw!!!! Arrgh!

Y is it that wen u know ur hands are as good as not being der at all, suddenly u feel as if ants are crawling all over you…trust me itching is the worst form of torture.

Winters coupled wid mehndi results in u feelin cold and dis often results in nature’s call. But der is absolutely no way u can attend to it!! :O this is almost as bad as itching in terms of torture, if not worse.

When you have to make sure that absolutely nothing and no one touches/brushes by you, you end up bumping into everything and everyone. Be it curtains or furniture (which is very much at its place and not lk in the middle of the passage) or people.

Not to forget that comments like, “oh! Now you are no of help”, “so for next 4 hours, you are good for nothing huh” and “can u like just stay in one corner and imitate some piece of furniture!! U r blocking the way!”, “u dare stain my shirt and den u see wat happens next” (this wen I was standing at one place and not even moving!!!)

*sigh* see its sooooo tuff. So next time when you wanna really reallllllllllllly torture someone, put mehendi on der palm and feet. As forall these people..i’l see to them next time when I undergo this exercise..what? u thot I’m done wid it for a lifetime? NAH!!

Update: This is MY pic :)

How to get ready for office early!

2007-12-11T16:06:00.000+05:30

ROFL:D Man i simply adore des guys!!
Only a supremely lazy and i-hate-gettin-up-early-morning person like me can admire and value the sheer genius of this line of thought.
*sigh*
If only it was possible!
hahahahaha

Know me

2007-11-29T10:04:00.000+05:30

Another Tag, thnx to Adi..though she dint exactly tag me but i kinda liked it so i picked it up myself...
So brace urself as yours truely reveals some unknown until now facts about herself :P

Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it. Burn mark on the back of both my hands..i got it at age of 7yrs through an electric shock (people say dats wen I went a bit off-track..wateverr dat means)

What does your phone look like? My phone, is a Nokia 6270 and it looks bulky.

What is on the walls of your bedroom? Like I said here, absolutely nothing.

What is your current desktop picture?

Im on a nature loving trip these days.

Do you believe in gay marriage? Ummm gay as in happy…sure.gay as in GAY..never bothered to give it a thought. N neways, none of my concern dude.

What do you want more than anything right now? Ummmmm curl myself inside a blanket and sip a cup of nice hot ginger tea…sigh! Pure bliss!

Are your parents still together? Yes, and at times together against ME.

Last person who made you cry? Im the only one who can make myself cry buckets.

What is your favorite perfume/cologne? Ummm never really bothered for perfumes…but I guess anything dats nice n a bit subtle will do.

What are you listening to? Right now to him listening to constant sound of the generator and ofcourse tapping of my keyboard keys. But b4 dat I was listening to Enrique

Do you get scared of the dark? Are you kidding? I like making out shapes in dark.

Do you like pain killers? Sure..i love them..arnt they yummy….wat crap man..WHO likes pain killers huh..i never tk painkillers coz dey r addicting.

If you could eat anything right now, what would it be? Im feeling lk having a pizza..nice hot crispy yummy pizza…yummm

Who was the last person who made you mad? Myself ofcourse..nobody else is dat important.

Who was the last person who made you smile? Mr. bean

Is someone in love with you? Ofcourse..all around me. You just cant help fallin in love wid me for one reason or another...& if u say dat u dont den u r simply LYING :P

Three Things in my life I can never let go of
1. My will power
2. My stubborn attitude (snobby)
3. My ego (ya ya heard all about how bad it is n shud have ego n all bulls**t..keep it to urself)
4. My novels
5. My frnds n family (ok dis was purely for the senti touch :P)

List 5 things that you want to say to people but never will. Don't say who they are.
1. And I thought u knew me well
2. Did god forget to put some grey cells in dat big bloated head of urs
3. Y cant u just let me be
4. You think I care
5. Get this n get this straight..i NEED not tell you every single detail of my life

Five Things I’d Love To Do Before I Die
1 Learn how to whistle. Dat typical mawali whistle dat requires u to put ur fingers in ur mouth. I wanna whistle in a multiplex in the middle of a movie.
2 Dance in the rain in the middle of a busy road
3 Live in a tree house..I loved the tree house in “George of the jungle”
4 I wanna go on a pirate ship…and if the captain is as hot as jack sparrow ah well, dats a bonus ;)5 Travel randomly

Five Things I Will Not Do Even If It Kills me
1. Smoke a ciggie (though come to thnk of it…smokin kills)
2. Date a married man
Ummmmmmmmmmm cant think of anything else..watever I had in my list of things I’ll never do end up happening to me so cant say.

Five Things I Do When I’m Away From The Public
1. Talk to myself
2. Think in restrospect
3. Laugh like crazy
4. Poke my nose (ewwwww..how gross i can get :P)
5. Bath and daily ablutions

Five Fav Sentences/Quotes
1 Wateverrrrr (ppl around me are thoroughly bugged wid dis wrd)
2 What Crap!! (picked up from my ex-boss)
3 Duuuuuuuuuuuuude (accompanied wid a surprised voice and rollin eyes)
4 Ya rite!!
5 Uffffffffffffffffff!!!

Five Things I’ll Make You Wish You Didnt Do, If You Did
1. You called me a BIMBO
2. Take me for granted
3. Boss me around..im the one who’ll do that ok
4. Touch my hair...i absolutely hate it
5. Make me wait for u

Now time to tag ppl...i tag Spectator and Lazyman

QWERTY Noise

2007-11-26T14:57:00.000+05:30

Seems like I’m leading a very noisy life. As if there wasn’t enough decibel levels generated by the National Capital Region’s vehicles and metro work, there was that band practice outside my office then there was my footgear (which I promptly got changed) and now suddenly people have started complaining about my major source of communication to the outside world..no baba, dey rnt bugged by my voice..its my PC’s keypad. My major source of communication with the world around me is primarily my computer…my blog, messenger, social networks I m part of, emails blah blah blah.
The problem is that though im mute while typing, my keyboard literally yells. And wid most of the people in my office working through laptops..anyways the sound levels are quiet low (even those band walaahs are done wid der rehersals) so the sound of my fingers hitting my keypad is exceptionally pronounced (ahem well ok so I admit dat I do punch dem a little harder but still…).
“Do u plan to completely get done with your keyboard lady?”
“OMG Relax!! You’ll make me deaf one of these days”
“U pissed?”
“Arrey wats dis sound man…who is hitting whom!”
*sigh*
See what all I have to jhelofy…good thing that none of it bothers me. As I put final touches to this post, I have people around me glaring as if I have completely lost my mind..but u know the bestest part? I SIMPLY DON’T CARE!!!
And if u r wondering the sense of this post den lemme tk u out of this misery...there isn’t any. I felt like writing and couldn’t think of something quick so I came up with this…n newayz, the female of species don’t ever need a reason or topic to ramble about;)

Burned by Agni

2007-11-15T10:46:00.000+05:30

Frnd: You must have heard of Agni
Me: Agni…I have heard of agni missile
(not wanting to be caught unaware, I made a google search on agni)
Me: And ofcourse it’s a service provider in Bangladesh- Agni Systems. But y r u talking about it?
Frnd: I was talking about Agni- the disc @ Hotel Park. Google search is not always a nice option u know.
Me: Damn! Oh gawd can I please please disappear from the face of this earth
*sigh*

Diwali chaos

2007-11-08T15:19:00.000+05:30

By now, u all must be quiet used to me cribbing about whatever festival or seasonal wave coming to the city (monsoons, wedding season etc.) so lemme not disappoint you all...afterall you are my darlin, precious readers :P And anyways i was feelin like posting something and had no concrete topic in my mind so here it is...my diwali ramblings.
A. Im not a festive person (seems lk im a not-many-things-person na but later about that aspect)
B. I dont like too much noise and i completely abhore smoke and pollution (dont ask me how I survive in this city...waise post CNG drive things are very controlled out here)
C. Not being very social (unless through internet:P) I dont have any social obligations so no gifting sweets and chocolates (BTW, I completely adore poeple who gift chocolates to me and never ever expect me to gift the same to them). So after the pooja and all is done (dat too isnt exactly my cup of tea) and my parents leave to fulfilll their social obligations, all that is left is me and ummmmmmm me.
Tryin to watch TV or talk on phone is an excercise in vain..with so much noise, how can u hear anyone? So its mostly SMSing friends or sending e-greetings.
SMSing reminds me this funny incident dat happened to me few yrs back. I got his really beautiful n nice diwali SMS from some number. That number was not in my phonebook but looked very familiar so I confidently called up the number. On hearing Hello in an unfamiliar voice, I realised my folly. Anyhow, since the person had send me a msg, i had every reason to ask who it was..
Me: Hi..I am Supernova. May I know whom Im talkin to?
He: Hi this is Z this side.
Me: Well I just received an SMS from ur number..Do I know you?
He: You are Supernova?
Me: Yup.
He: And you got a message from my number?
Me: Dats rite. But im not sure I know you.
He: Well I was in your college yaar..don't you remember me.
Me (totally zapped): WHAT?? You were in MY college?
He: Yaaa
Me: R u absolutely sure?
He: Haan baba..im surprised you dont rememeber me.
Me: You know dats really strange indeed. Coz I was in an all-girls college.
The silence that followed on his end was PRICELESS!!!!
He: Oh! Then you arent the one im talkin about.
hahahahahahaha
The worst problem is trying to sleep on the D-nite...The moment you are on the brink of steppin into the dreamland, BOOM and you are rudely woken up by your neighbourhood cracker enthusiast. And those cracker chains of 1000, 5000 and 10000 crackers are like pure nightmare...they go on for lk 15 minutes atleast and post that too you can hear them for atleast another 10 minutes buzzing your ears.
I was never much into crckers..just some harmless and noiseless phuljhadis for me untill i got burned a little by one of the flames and bid adieu to that too.
So overall, diwali dsnt hold much significance for me other den the holiday I get:P
This pic greeted me in the morning:
Delhi (the Connaught Circus are to be precise though Im sure things werent very different any other parts of the city) yesterday eve.

(click on the image to enlarge it) Image: Timesofindia

This bird's eye view sure will make you come up with words like festive, glittery, beautiful, enchanting and all. But im sure if we take a poll of people who were stuck in this 'picterisque moment', they'll be more then willing to enlighten me with the other side of this full of lights picture...Imagine covering a 10 minute distance in 3hrs!! Seems like the entire is city is out on the roads moving from office to home, home to markets for last minute shopping and gift distribution to friends and official contacts. And today is expected to be worse..
Anyways, dats nothing to me coz im surely not planning to move out of my house for the rest of this week (though right now im stuck in the office but then dats an entirely different story).

Have a nice time this diwali, have fun n take care of yourself and those around you :)

Working hard

2007-11-07T15:24:00.000+05:30

You know you have been too much into corporate communication (inform of emails n tele calls) when after scrutinizing a product in a chic showroom, you tell the attendant, “Fine I have everything with me..We’ll discuss n get back to you.”
*sigh*
For the rest of the day, I dint hear the end of it.

Defending the Ostrich

2007-10-31T09:46:00.000+05:30

Disclaimer: This post is not aimed at raising awareness about the endangered species.
Why are you in the habit of running away from facts? Y don’t you confront them? Closing your eyes wont make them go away……blah blah blah. I have lost the count of number of times I have got this gyaan in some form or another about this ostrich syndrome of mine.
While I have no trouble with listening to something good, I fail to understand this up-against-arms attitude people have towards this. First the basics: Ostrich syndrome basically refers to a state of mind where you refuse to accept a situation as real.
Your 1st reaction would be criticizing this thought process. Running away from reality after all isn’t a nice thing na..or so we preach.
My question is what if this so called reality is an impossible and terribly painful proposition? A situation or a truth that you cannot undo by any means and moreover, if you face it, it can hurt you big time. Now tell me, in such a case do u still advocate that one should face it and bear the pain it inflicts? Or simply avoid the confronting it and live in blissful ignorance.
I remember something I read in The Zahir by Paulo Coelho..It was something like If you ask yourself if you are happy is a trap..coz if the answer is no then you have to do something to make the situation better or you’ll be worse off then before (des wrnt the exact words but this is the crux of what he wrote). So in such a situation, I am not asking myself if I am happy with what I have or not coz in case I think im not, den I have to get what makes me happy and if I cannot..den Im doomedL So think what you may have to, preach what you do but for me…ostrich is a savior.

Tak tak tak tak...

2007-10-20T14:29:00.000+05:30

What’s the similarity between a fire brigade and ME (only des days ok)? We both announce our arrival. While the former does it through a bell (or siren these days), yours truly achieves this by her sandles. The leather piece dat usually covers the heel of a sandle to muffle up the sound of tak tak came off few days back n now I walk tak tak tak tak…..Its ok laugh..no no please don’t restain urself, go ahead laugh. Everyone has been commenting on this toh y shud my humble readers be deprived of the pleasure huh.
Sample this conversation I had with a colleague.
He: Ur footgear is making too much of noise
Me: Ya I know..im trying to walk slowly so that the noise can be muffed up
He: Its not working…u sound tak tak tak
Me: Very funny. I know dat. I think we need floor carpeting
He: No but u do need a new footgear. Everytime u pass by, sounds as if a model is walking.
Now im sure he wasnt complimenting me and personally even I don’t find the comparison any more flattering.
Nevertheless this comment suddenly made me so conscious that I actually was wary of walking the distance of lk 50m to get the phone!!! Finally I took dem off and sprinted to the table and got the phone.
Come to think of it, the problem isnt my footwear..its the people who are more receptive to sounds and things happening around them den on work (dats for u dude:P)...and ofcourse the bare floor that we have in our office. *sigh* till then i 'll have to look for a cobbler to get it mended or stop wearin it to office.

Not making much sense

2007-10-17T09:29:00.000+05:30

As I write this post, there is that live concert playing in the background (if you have a lost and clueless expression on ur face at this line, read this). They are playing a number from Himesh Reshammiya. And I find it irritating to no end. This makes me question why exactly do I hate it? His voice is a pain-in-u-know-wat but he isn’t crooning with these band wallahs na. They are simply playing his music which incidentally used to be quiet good (b4 it got repetitive). Guess we are so much into himesh hating mode that it dsnt matter if he sings or not…we’ll abuse with anything related to him in sight.

One of my collegues is really pissed coz he cudnt talk to the client with all dis noise in the background. I guess he also praying for this wedding season to get done with or maybe for some sound proofing done for our office.

Though spicy food dsnt bother me much bt rite now my mouth is on fire!!! And since its on fire, its watering. Ironical na.

Today I had to brief a new joinie about my part of work...just tell her what exactly I do and all dat. It was good..i got to play the Ms.all-too-important *smug look*. Realised that many things I had no clue about…had to save my face somehow...lolz:D

Accent seems to be my major issue these days that i am dealing with. I am talking to people in South of India and getting my point across and understanding their words is a big pain..esp when we have to exchange e-mail IDs!

Its so irritating when your internet connection starts crawling. A tiny 1Mb mail takes lk 10 mins to move its ass outta ur outlook outbox and wen that mail comes back undelivered..aaaaaaarrgh!

Height of fearing blueline travel: I come to office 45 minutes early everyday coz I get a lift with my mom. Sigh! For this stupid ride, I get up 45 minutes early, get dressed early and am sitting at my chair with the office guy doing the morning dusting and cleaning of the office furniture. But on the whole I don’t really mind it…gives me time to settle down in my work and all.

Today I got a letter from my bank effectively telling me that I need to have a minimum balance of Rs.10000 if I want to avail the ATM facility. WTF!!! As in I need to maintain this balance at all times. Imagine if u have your monthly salary of this amount- You can’t withdraw your 1st salary from any ATM!! And the very next line was some crap about good customer service. Bah!

Got this book from lazyman called 'Notes To Myself' and seriously Im hooked. Its like there are some doubts budding in your mind since long and you never discussed them, not even with yourself coz u just never had words to put them in. And then someday you hear the words giving shape to thoughts in your mind. They rnt ur words but they are your thoughts. You hear/read them and u r like, "This is wat i wanted to say but dint know it until this moment." Thats wat this book has done to me. Though I dont agree with all the answers, it gave words to my questions. Thnx dude!

I guess that's it for now. I started putting it down yesterday at the end of my day and carried it to today morning..now my day has started. Hope it goes better :)

Dikha de Signaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal

2007-10-11T09:19:00.000+05:30

Believe it or not, dats literally what I have been singing for the past one month.. my mobile phone signal is acting up des days..dis when I shifted to supposedly ‘the best mobile service provider of the country’ (umm lets not get into names ok)!. in this fast tracked and gizmo dependant life where you talk to friends on msgr, orkut n ur cellphone more often den u actually meet them, if ur cellphone signal ditches you, its almost as good as being in solitary confinement (none of my dearest pals is net-savvy so orkut n msgr is outta question)!
U all know, what a big headache switching ones mobile number is…informing all n sundry abt ur new contact number, getting it changed in the bank n office records blah blah blah. The connection I had been using for the past 2 years was not a very good one..infact it had its share of outta-network-coverage days and anyways was notorious as common-man’s-network. After much prodding from friends and all, I shifted to this so called better network in September (80% of my frnd circle was on this network) only to realize that my cell doesn’t catch signal AT ALL from my place! And dis is when the signal tower is like 300m away from my house!! On contacting the authorities was another fite..the customer care executive flatly refused to believe that I am having signal troubles (‘maam dats impossible..theres a signal tower rite der’) Finally wen I was able to contact these ppl, I got to know that it’s the problem with ONLY MY HOUSING SOCIETY and nowhere else in that area. Talk of being special huh! *rolling eyes*
So the moment I reach home, im outta reach for the rest of the world. The signal I get is like too meek to last more den 2 minutes..worst part is when my friend is all but bursting out wid enthu to share some juicy piece of news with me and while she is talking, the line got cut..i get her call some 10 minutes later asking me at what point I lost her (apparently, in her story telling mode, she dint realize the dead line and continued till continous silence at my end made her suspicious..lolz:D). After many such repeated instances, all my friends have given up on me..now they either call me during the day time when I am busy in office or its we’ll-talk-wen-u-can-stand-the-entire-c0nversation.
And before you suggest, No I cannot change my number back to old one or some other provider. Too many people have my number now…and they are official contacts.
Last week I thought it was the end of my troubles..the day Vodafone was launched, suddenly I had perfect network signal even in the basement. Customer retention plan I thought. But dis weekend again I went outta coverage area…
To top it all on those rarest of rare days when my phone is showing full signal, it notifies my callers as switched off or out of reach. *sigh* will troubles never cease.Strange how can des ppl even afford to have such kinda customer complains unanswered esp with such close competition in the market…Maybe I will shift to another network (*this is in vain hope that someone working in a mobile service providing company will read this blog, get inspired and hunt down all such complains in his network)

Band bajega

2007-10-04T10:15:00.000+05:30

Wedding season is round the corner ppl and im getting goose bumps just thinking about it..already there is no escaping from it for me..nowhere. At home with the continually piling up stack of wedding invites, its the never ending discussions on the dresses and outfits to be worn on different ceremonies, weekends booked for haunting the malls and markets (for the unawares, shopping isnt exactly my idea of fun).
The wedding season hounds me even in my office..no i dont work in a wedding planning firm. Couple of band walas (the ones who accompany the baraat processions) chose to make the empty ground across my office their practice ground. Morning 10Am till evening, i get to 'enjoy' this LIVE in concert performance with all the latest songs (ruined beyond recognition ofcourse). And to add to my perils, I am stationed near the window and my office isnt sound proof. The only funny part is while talking to a client, its weird to explain y he/she can hear the distinct sound of drums in the background; at times more clearly then my own voice!
I am not exactly enjoying-shaadi-n-all type. There are some things I find downrite irritating about this whole shaadi business:

The amount of noise generated by all these bands and DJs etc. Dude, good for you that you are getting married n all but must you deprive the uninvited of their peaceful sleep!
Traffic jams!! As if there is already any dearth in the city in this deptt..while the interior roads are jammed with baraat processions (at times 3-4 baraats in a stretch of 1 km!), main roads are blocked with hoardes of cars commuting from one venue to another. So the rush hours of 5-9PM gets extended till12. And don’t even dream of going out on a weekend…pure hell!
Unless you are part of the up-close wedding family, for you going to a wedding is like going out for dinner (you pay in form of cash/gift etc.). And I simply hate eating at crowded places with too much of kachar-pachar.
Have you even seen the amount of food that is wasted in shaadis!!??!! Though im not one of those think-of-the-hungry-kids-in-Somalia types, I can’t stand such blatant wastage of resources.
The amount of money that goes down the drain giving out gifts for these newly-wed couples. And esp those bouquets..next morning all of them are found lying mercilessly on the ground:(

And many more like this..sadly very few people endorse this view of mine...and definetly none at home..so everytime someone decides to tie the knot, I am asked (no, told) to be a nice girl, dress up n be a part of the couples 'happiest moment'..so wat if I dont remember who they are to me. *sigh*.

Anyways, everyone, enjoy the wedding season...have fun!

Blogthings results

2007-09-16T16:21:00.000+05:30

Getting bored on a Sunday with not much to do, I decided to try out these weird quizes on Blogthings. They are actually FUNNY:D Here are the results with my reactions in ummmmm some different color.

There's a 28% Chance You've Been Abducted By Aliens

Even though you have a few alien abduction signs, you're almost certainly in the clear.
However, if aliens ever do come to your neck of the woods... they'll probably be coming for you!

What Are the Chances that You've Been Abducted by Aliens?

Oh ok, so thats one trip I can still look forward too. BTW, I wonder if it requires a passport & VISA..

You Are the Thumb

You're unique and flexible. And you defy any category.
Mentally strong and agile, you do things your own way. And you do them well.
You are a natural leader... but also truly a loner. You inspire many but connect with few.

You get along well with: The Middle Finger

Stay away from: The Pinky

What Finger Are You?

If i remember correct, showing someone a thumb is considered an insulting gesture na..now im not so sure if this version given above is complimentary:(

You are a PC

You're practical, thrifty, and able to do almost anything.
Appearances and trends aren't important to you. You just like to get the job done.

Are You a Mac or a PC?

I am a PC!!???!!! But PCs get out dated wid a new version available lk every 3 months!:(

You Were a Coyote

Brutally honest, you encourage people to show their true selves.
You laugh at life - none of it can be taken too seriously.

What Animal Were You In a Past Life?

Wow!!! Dis sure sounds good, even though the coyote looks bit ugly type but wateverr..they r talking abt personality traits here:)

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Jittery Spice Trader.

Where You Lived: Central Africa.

How You Died: Buried alive.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

WTF!! Buried ALIVE!!!!!!!!!! Eewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

So what do we conclude: I am a spice trader Coyote from Central Africa reincarnated as a thumb PC who has about a quarter % chance of being abducted by aliens. Sounds good???

Beep beep beep beep beep.....

2007-09-13T21:36:00.000+05:30

Whosoever conceived this idea of this electronic beep beep sound as an alarm tone signifying a error in working of a system definetely must have hated this sound like I do. it gives you goosebumps and can actually ensure u jump outta your seat n take some action.
Y dis sudden interest in this electronic torture? Coz this ruined my entire day @ work. Things were going fine and i had my day and work planned out..suddenly the silence was broken by 3 UPS screaming at the highest pitch Beep beeep beeep beep beep beep beep.............
Infact der was one goin at a constant beep beep beep beep.......punctuated by other 2 with beep...beep...beep...beep at regular intervals. OMG! What an ultimate cacophoney they created.
Turned out that due to some voltage fluctuations, 3 UPSs had gone kaput thus raising this alarm.
Anyways, a call to the concerned guy confirmed this and it was suggested that we skip the UPS and directly plug-in our computers. Simple? HA! How I wish it was. At thatvery moment, my PC's brain stopped working. as in the CPU died out on me...it just wudnt start and when it did, then it'll shut off anytime; time range varying from 10 secs to 10 minutes!!
And all this while, yours truely roamed around, tried getting the damn cursed thing to work (see how dedicated to work i am *angelic face batting eyelids*), had 4 cups of tea and did NOTHING!!! Cudnt yaar...finally i came home an hour early. But it was a wasted day..partly coz I got up in the morning after only 4 hours sleep (dont ask abt it..dats another story) to work and what did i do..nothing. I could envision my bed dat looked so very tempting at that point of time...i cud've slept for soo long or met a friend or watch a movie (I havnt watched chak de YET!!)
*sigh* talk of becoming slaves to technology huh.

Teacher's Day

2007-09-05T20:26:00.000+05:30

Early morning as soon as I signed in my messenger, heard my friend N rant, "Yaar im feeling like going to school today."
Now I could have expected anything but this. Y school? All of a sudden after all these years! And y dis sudden urge to re-visit the bygone era?
"Y? What happened?" I asked half expecting her to mad-mouth her job and the professional life.
"What do u mean by asking Y!! You havnt forgotten its teachers day, have you?" She asked in an accusing tone.
For 2 secs, everything came to a stand still. Today is teacher's day. Today is teachers day. Today is teachers day...somehow i kept on repeating dis to myself trying to analyse what do i feel..maybe i was expecting a feeling of nostalgia or jusr a small smile of rememeberance only but definetly not what I felt at that moment: NOTHING.
Quiet a contrast to our school days when Teacher's day used to be something next to annual day & sports day in terms of excitement and preps.
We used to give hand made cards to our teachers with the best card reserved for ones fav teacher (obviously one giving max marks in tests and least homework:P).
Dance practice sessions, skits made with tongue in cheek jokes on the teachers or a poems n ballads tellin them how much they mean to us regardless of all the names we used to 'fondly' bestowed on them.
One of the highs of this day used to be playing a teacher. Wearing a saree, being a grown up and playing teacher to the classes junior to you...a license to bully them actually:P Since wearing a saree was not an everyday task, discussions used to begin weeks in advance for the kinda saree one could procure from mom (it was almost a dress rehersal for farewell parties to follow some years on).
And ofcourse it was a day of no-studies in school; something even better den a holiday:D At the end of it all, it was a day of connecting with those who played a major role in shaping our personality- Our Teachers.
And after a mere time gap of 5 years, I dint even remember the day...does dat mean that i dont care? or dat im too caught up with things happening in my life?
And incase any of my teachers happen to stumble on my blog and this post, I thank you all for giving me right direction and guidance & making me the kinda person I am today (this is a compliment ok:P)
How many of you (those who are done with your school ofcourse) remembered its teacher's day today?

Small Things

2007-08-26T16:30:00.000+05:30

Different people think differently (some dont even bother thinking), perceive the same situation with a different angle and thus react differently. What's normal to you might be a big deal for
someone else...Problems arise when we dont understand this:
"How could he say that? He doesnt care for my feelings...Im just another person for him."
"WTF! Why is she making such an issue outta it?"
Both of you keep on defending your own stand, your own ground and before you realize you have crossed the point of no return. So what could have been an interesting and meaningful journey, you posted the sign of THE END there yourself, all the while wondering whats going on? Y is dis happening?
And what makes it so terribly worse is that its indeed not a very big issue...just some miniscule misunderstanding, some prank gone awry. All it needed was some patience, understanding and a will to save the relationship. Its not that you dont value it but just shedding a few tears and cursing god over Y-this-is-happening-to-me dsnt serve the purpose.
So engrossed we become in our own point of views that we just dont step into other person's shoes and look @ it from his/her perspective. He/She might also be right na? And its not like flipping the coin that either he is right or u r!! You both could be right at your own places...but the idea is to make a move, an effort to salvage something you value, you cherish.
Ego, hurt, shattered expectations or just that empty feeling of Its-all-over stops you from taking that extra step, that one small move that might have been all that was needed. And at times, its truely worth it:)

Am I making any sense? IDC but just felt like putting it up here.

Weird is the word

2007-08-20T16:46:00.000+05:30

As suggested by Ancient Mariner, I tagged myself to do this Weird tag. As a sequel to this previous tag (there has been an update on this post so please check), I hereby list down a few weird things about myself. (*Though I dont find most of them weird by any standard, dats the reaction I normally get from people:D)

Weird me 1: I am very whimsical by nature. I get bored and disinterested in things very quickly. Today I am crazy about something after a week I may not even be interested in having a look at it! A case in point would be Tere Bin by Atif Aslam. Once this song could stop me dead in my track and now at times i dont even realise if its playing.

Weird me 2: I laugh at most of the things; even those which are considered sad. So incase, you happen to meet with a road accident while speeding and break a few bones chances are that I might burst into a fit of laughter...that doesn't mean that I am laughing AT you; just that im laughing at the situation.

Weird me 3: I cannot stand cigrettee smoke. So much so that I couldn't even stand seeing someone smoking!! It was a major majoooooooor wala turn-off (things are a little better now). So my freinds and all either will had to wait for me to leave or position me someway so that the smoke dsnt reach me or if nothing of this sort can work then sit a few tables away n smoke away to glory. There isnt any sad story or history behind this...its something i just developed dunno when.

Weird me 4: I am bad at taking favors. Maybe its an ego issue or some sorta superiority complex...dunno. I can help out all n sundry to the max i can do for them but somehow I'll never ask someone to help me or do me a favor. If i just have to then its indeed quiet an effort for me.

Weird me 5: I dont like red colour....anything in it. n dat includes flowers. (Personally I dont find anything funny in it but then dats the reaction I get from people around me so...)

Weird me 6: I tend to become very quiet and withdrawn all at a moments notice...at times even when I am talking to someone. Suddenly I'll wish to be left alone n just be with myself. Its kinda weird for the person I am with @ that time. He/She gets totally zapped n perplexed trying to figure out what happened to her? Did I happen to say something? lolz!!!!!:D

Weird me 7: I absolutely completely hate anyone touching my hair unless Iam at a parlor for a hair cut!!! Some people have this habit to pat u on ur head or run a hand through your hair...I somehow find it very creepy..Eewwwwww!

Weird me 8: Like I said here as well, Its tuff for me to utter this SORRY. As in, not until I really really mean it. Though just a word, I cant deliver it unless I really feel guilty. People around me consider it as I am simply not ready to accept my mistake.

The list can go on but lets put a stop here...i have a feeling its not very complimentary to me. Though I wasnt exactly tagged, I will tag the following people to complete this
Adi
Spectator
Di
Rebellion
Bakfire
n all those who read this...consider urself tagged:)

My room....Girlie??

2007-08-15T22:40:00.000+05:30

X: Your place is good but very girlie
Y: Dude, unlike yours, my house is very neat, tidy and organised ok.
X: Exactly! Like I said, its girlie.

A neat, tidy n organised room is termed 'girlie'. Coz gals are meant to be very methodical, proper and nicey nice. So everything around them is shiny n room is spink n span. Well to all those who endorse this view whole heartedly, here is peep in my room. have a look n den lemme know if u change ur opinion.

For starters, lemme lists down things that you wont find in my room.
Pinks- There isnt anything pinky or mauve or red in my room. infact nothing even closer to it. Once had a book that was bright pink in cover but I gave it away so not even that.
A mirror- Yes! I dont have a full length mirror in my room. just a small mirror in the inner lid of a box which I use to apply kajal. I dont think i need to stand in front of a mirror to see if my kurta and jeans are a perfect match.
Flowerly curtains- I DO have curtains ofcourse but they dont give the feel of a permanant 12 month long spring season. Instead they are green- plain green in colour. keeps my room cool and dey dont look dusty.
Posters- Though I really dig on John Abraham, Richard gere n all, u wont find them hanging from the wall with a pasted smile on their face. There arnt even any quotations and dogs, kittens, horses...nothing on my walls. Just a calender and a wall clock.

Things you cant help noticing:
A mini-mandir- Dats something quiet hard to miss. its right in front of the door. A small mandir with pics of all kinda deities and few things related to it. the whole n sole reason of it being there is that there wasnt any other place left in the house for it. So I graciously agreed to house it in my humble abode (ok fine, my mom really dint gave me a choice. i was told, not asked).
Footwears- I am obsessed with footwears. Irrespective of having only one pair of feet, i believe you can never have enough footwears...and since I usually get dressed in a haste, i prefer having all my options right in front of me. So no stacking of sandles in a rack for me. So u better watch ur step while walking in my room. Rani Mujherjee rightly said in Chalte-Chalte, "You can trip over ur shoe."
A heap of clothes- It genrally occupies my bed and is shifted as it is on my table @ night. Consists of washed clothes, to-be-ironed clothes. All I need to do is pull out whatever I feel like wearing from the stack, iron it and put it on..simple na! There is also another heap of already worn clothes. In summers, it includes dirty, sweaty clothes waiting to be put into washing machine and in winters, jackets and woollens to be hanged back in the closet.
There is also a stack of books..includes novels I am reading (at imes i start up with more than one), ones i have read, one i'll read next.....u know the works:P

I, I and only I can find stuff in all this clutter so this keeps my mom away from my room. Still on those fateful days when she absolutely cant ignore it anymore and decides to take the cleaning-up-my-room matter in her hands, it takes me full 3 days to figure out what is where. Coz u see, our definition of 'right place' is pretty contradicting.

Still its not that I cannot keep my room clean. On those rarest of rare occassions when some guest turn up @ our place who is likely to roam around the house (Y do they have to??), I do clean up my room and quiet well at that. Anyone who'll see will be quiet impressed..provided you dont ask me to open the closet;)

Did anyone say my room is girlie??

Together Forever

2007-08-14T10:15:00.000+05:30

This is something I read long time back in some newspaper and noted it down. Its B-E-A-utiful!

Life seems to lose it’s meaning with the loss of your beloved. Memories are all you have. Pain and sorrow are your sole companion…

Red roses were her favorites,
her name was also Rose.
And every year her
husband send them,
tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses
were delivered to her door.
The card said “I LOVE YOU”,
like all the years before.
Each year he send roses,
and the note would always say,
I love you even more this year
than last year on this day.
My love for you will always grow
with every passing year.
She knew this was the last time
that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in
advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know
that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early
way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy,
everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems,
and placed them in a very special vase.
Then sat the vase behind the
portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours,
in her husband’s favorite chair.
While staring at his picture
And the roses sitting there.
A year went by, and it was hard
to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude
that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour
as on their anniversary before,
the doorbell rang and there
were roses, sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and
just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone,
to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she
asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her,
causing her so much pain?
“I know your husband passed away,
more than a year ago,”
the owner said, “I knew you’d call,
and you would want to know.
The flowers you received today,
were paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned
ahead; he left nothing to chance.
There is a standing order,
that I have on file down here,
and he has paid well in advance;
You will get them every year.
There is also another thing,
that I think you should know.
He wrote a special little card
…….he did this years ago.
Then, should ever I find out that
he is no longer here,
that’s the card that should be sent,
to you the following year.”
She thanked him and hung up the phone,
her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking as she
slowly reached for the card.
Inside the card, she saw
that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence,
this is what he wrote………..
“Hello my love, I know its been
a year since I have gone.
I hope it hasn’t been too hard
for you to overcome.
I know it must be very lonely,
and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way,
I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made
every thing so beautiful in life.
I love you more than words can say,
You were the perfect wife.
You were my friend and lover,
You fulfilled my every need.
I know it’s only been a year,
but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy,
even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be,
sent to you for years.
When you get these roses,
think of all the happiness,
that we had together,
and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you,
and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on,
you have some living still.
Please….try to find happiness
while living out your days.
I know its not easy, but I hope
you find some ways.
The roses will come every year
and they will only stop
When your door is not answered,
when the florist stops to knock.
He’ll come five times that day,
in case you’ve gone out.
But after his last visit
He’ll know without a doubt,
to take the roses to the place
where I’ve instructed him.
And place the roses where we are,
Together once again.”

I may keep on posting few things like this time n again. u'll find them under the label- My Collection.

Feel Good Tag

2007-08-11T21:33:00.000+05:30

Wow!!! I have been tagged by Rebellion..Mera pehla pehla tag:)
This is a Feel Good tag. I gotta list down few things in me that i am proud of (bragging...now dont i simply love dat or wat:P)
Ahem...no no bragging. I'll complete this tag very very sincerely. So here goes....

1. I rock at my work. I enjoy working and every aspect of it. the deadlines, the work pressures. so much so that i hate absolutely hate sitting @ home.

2. I choose my friends very carefully. Though have many acquaintances, very few are considered my friends. And I am very proud of my them. *This is a hint for you ppl NOT to contradict what I write here*

3. I am perfect Agony Aunt. Pour out your troubles, your problems and just about anything you want to blurt out, i am here listening to you attentively.

4. This usually happens in continuation with point 3. I give good and practical advice. And it usually works.

5. I am a bit upfront (people call it blunt too at times). Esp when asked my opinions about something. If I dont like it, i'll say its crap. I don't try to disguise it in any way.

6. Well, its kinda unusual in gals but i don't gossip (Its true! Stop shaking your head in disbelief ok!). Though the flip side of this is in case i am sitting with a group of gals, I usually scumb to the self assigned role of a listener. (But dats ok, i am a good listener)

7. Though at times I do get a little scared and pessimist (like it was here and here), I end up being my optimistic best. "Kuch na kuch toh ho hi jayega." dats my last line to everything.

8. Ok i have been criticized for this at times but still.....I dont say SORRY. As in, not until I really really mean it. Though just a word, I cant deliver it unless I really feel guilty. So in case u ever happen to hear this from me, its for REAL.

Oops I forgot to add this one...how cud I!!
9. I am a punctuality freak. Partly coz I hate waiting for someone so I dont even make anyone wait for me. (In case anyone is reading who has ever had to wait for me, den it was purely an exception.)

mmmmmm dats it for now. Ofcourse u r free to add on a few things if I missed out on them.
As for tagging, mmmm I tag Adi, Spectator and..........dats it.

Nighmarish disease

2007-08-07T20:04:00.000+05:30

People generate awareness for diseases like AIDS, there are researches to find cure for cancer and many other fatal diseases. One disease that is heavily under-rated but vast vaaaast vaaaaaaaaaaastly spread is....aaaa aaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkccccchhhuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Excuse me all. *sniff* *sniff*

What was I saying...haan, vastly spread is cough and cold. I have never ever come across anyone who hasnt faced this dragon.

Ur head feels as heavy as lead, ur throat feels clawed, u cant utter a single sentence without punctuating it with *sniff* sniffing and often accompanied with fever:(

I am not prone to illness. Infact, i rarely fall ill (unless i need a leave:P). And even if i fall ill, i cant just lie and rest. But this *sniff* cough and cold, this like completely drains me out. All my senses take leave...my eyes get teary, I cant see. My ears start buzzing, I cant hear and loud noise gives me a headache. And my nose...Ah well! It is sooo busy sniffing, sense of smell is toh completely non-existant. And for some reason, when I cant smell food, I cant make out its taste too!! So u see:(:(

The worst part about this is that even though it torments the patient, its not considered a disease at all!! U cant take a leave from school/office citing heavy cold as a reason! No sympathies, no TLC, no get well soon messages!!

Sigh..dats just not fair u know.
aaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkccccchhhuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
*sniff*
Cant write anymore:(

Idiot box and me- A decade back

2007-08-06T10:08:00.000+05:30

Alone at home, with nothing to do (or lets say, dint feel like doing anything:P) I switched on my Idiot box for some time pass. Like most of the people, i hardly watch TV and even when I do, its more of channel surfing avoiding adverts and repeat telecasts of the teary soap- operas.
I guess I heard while constantly pressing the NEXT on the remote control... "Jungle jungle baat chali hai.." What was dat? I came down on the channel list looking for the source of this long forgotten melody. And there it was on one of the channels- Jungle Book. After more than a decade, I got reunited with Moogli, bagira, bhalu, nag and the oh-so-evil Sher khan. This and next day when I read dis post, took me down the memory lane remembering my rendezvous with the TV in my childhood. Those were the times before cables channels turned up (at least at my place)
Other then, jungle book there was disney hour- mickey mouse, donald duck (I just cudnt understand a word he said bt it sounded funny. many a times i tried to imitate his voice bt so far...no luck) and later on series lk ducktales, talespin and alladin (my fav character in dis was the wickedly funny yakoob- the parrot).
There were morning shows hosted by Tabassum- lady with a very charming and loving persona and someone i was actually in awe of coz she cud talk like Donald Duck. Used to be glued to the screen listening to all kind of fables and stories- about a man who tried to steel bringles from his neighbor's backyard, about a girl who got rewarded for her selflessness, kind and unassuming nature and many others.
In between programs, there were fillers of Chitrahaar- a back-to-back songs program and list of Missing people telecasted by Gumshuda talash kendra.
And ofcourse at the end of the day @9PM, dad used to watch prime time news. Too young to bother about matters of the country and nation, i used to sit with dad noticing everything other than the news while waiting for the telecast to get over. Recorded against a plain pale blue background with a screen appearing at the right-topmost corner whenever the news was accompanied by a video footage. The news readers were people in their late 30s (atleast that wat they looked like). There used to be one particular news reader who used to wear a flower in her hair. It used to be of exact colour as her saree. How she alwayz managed to find the right shade always remained a mystery to me. (When was the last time i saw anyone wearing a flower in hair?)
On sundays there was Rangoli- a musical countdown show hosted by Hema Malini on air every Sunday @ 7AM (wow! i even remember the time). Dat was the only time i used to get up willingly so early. Then after 2 hours there used to be slew of mythological shows accompanying us at breakfast.
Weekends were special coz of Saturday and Sunday night movies. Done with the food before 9PM so that mom can peacefully watch the movie. Of course i never got to watch the entire sunday movie- school next day:(
'Weird how things have changed now...so many channels, so many shows. I sit in front of the TV for like 3 hours and still end up watching nothing. Whats of point of all dis. such a waste?' I think all this while continually surfing the channels.

Happy Friendship Day

2007-08-05T20:45:00.000+05:30

A friend is somebody

Who knows you and likes you

Exactly the way that you are...

Someone who's special

And so close in thought

That no distance can ever seem far.

A friend understands you without any words,

Stands by you when nothing goes right...

And willingly talks over problems with you

Till they somehow just vanish from sight.

And whether you're neighbors or live miles apart,

A word from a friend gives a lift

To your heart and spirit that shows you once more

Why friendship is life's dearest gift!

A very very happy friendship's day to everyone:)

PS: This is NOT my composition.

Just a thought

2007-08-03T21:48:00.000+05:30

"Expecting the world to treat you fairly b'coz you are a good person is a little like expecting the lion not to attack you b'coz you are a vegetarian."

This is the kinda stuff you post when you really dont have time to write anything but somehow feel like putting up something on the blog;)

Saying it loud...

2007-07-24T18:48:00.000+05:30

Sitting alone doesn't mean that I am lonely n sad n depressed or anything equally negative ok. It simply means that I am with myself n its PERFECTLY normal.
Accept it: I am not a chatter box ok...I don't talk much. so while talking to me, the onus of steering conversation lies on YOU. Dont gimme des, "Aur sunao?, and whats up? , Kya hai teri kahaani? Y are you so quiet?"
If I am sitting with 4 people talking and I am quiet, it does not mean that I am getting bored or left out. Im simply listening and perfectly at ease:)
Next time when you think I'm looking ill, chances are that Im not wearing my kajal. Dats it!
Dont seek my opinion if you are expecting to hear only Wow, awsome, its soo good..... If I dont like it, I'll tell you that. Be ready to face it.
I dont alwayz bother to form an opinion about everything. So when I say "Its ok", I am NOT being shy and I am not lying. Im simply indifferent to it. So need not ask me again and again.
I dont blush at a compliment and I dont mind a comment. Chances are your opinion doesnt matter.
I dont gossip with everyone. So dont expect me to tell you all about my life and my friend's friend's life coz I wont.
Stop complaining that I dont call up. You are not the only person on this earth whom i know and I cant possibly call up everyone. If its dat important, try writing me e-mails. I always reply to them.
Dont ask me to swear on X, Y or Z thing everytime you think I am lying. I dont swear...If you want to believe me, you can do it without swearing on anything (unless as a slang).
Stop saying,"You are hardly a girl OR You are not like other girls!!!" Im sick n tired of hearing it and now its kinda bugging. You said it once, I heard it.
Stop asking, "So are you dating anyone? Im sure you are." I mean C'mon man, are you asking me or telling me! And why is it so important to know?
Telling you about a problem does not mean that I am asking for a solution. When I want a solution, I'll simply ask your opinion or a course of action. If I don't, then just shut up and listen.
Don't ask me too many questions about me. If I say leave it, den plz do.
Don't get into the 'analysing me' mode. I don't need you to tell me what I am. I already know it. I am not a Martian or some rare species that you get down to analyze.

IN CASE U HAPPEN TO READ THIS POST, DONT BOTHER TO ENQUIRE IF THEY REFER TO YOU. IF YOU THINK THEY DO, THATS ENUFF!

Note: This post is open for updates so keep coming back to it. There is just might be something more to it.

Blueline @ 10PM

2007-07-11T19:47:00.000+05:30

Last summers around the same time, I was working for a company in Noida in the evening shifts. My shift was till 9:30PM and we had cabs to drop us home. On dat fateful day, I happened to miss my cab (ONLY on dat day, the driver decided to leave at exactly 9:45PM. Y me!!!!). And so it was 9:50 and I was standing outside my office fuming at the cab driver, transport deptt, my boss who had to schedule a meeting at 9PM, fate, god while at the same time trying to figure out how to reach back home.
I thought of asking my dad to pick me up or asking one of my collegues to drop me home (my place was at drive of only 20 min away from office so it wasnt much of an issue). And then i saw a bus goin towards my place and all sane n logicals ideas flew outta my mind. "Why bother calling dad at all? Its just 20 min. By the time he'll reach office I'll be back home. I'll take a bus only." And so before any fear or terror could stop me, I crossed the road and boarded the first bus that came my way (obviously the one going to my place). I took the first stair, looked at the driver, then looked at the crowd in the bus and 1st thing that came to my mind, "AA-OH!" Reason: There was only person who seemed sane and sober in that bus and dat was ME. And that includes the driver! It was stinking of liquor. The thought of getting off this bus and dare-devilry flew out as soon as it came coz the bus started moving ahead.
I went in the bus and took a seat next to a window. I could feel around 20 pairs of eyes on me (later on i realised that I was the only gal in the bus) but I kept a firm grip on my nerves (wasnt easy!). I was suddenly mesmerized by Noida with my gaze unblinkingly fixed out of the window. Few people were getting on the bus and were 'trying to' navigate their way in the passage for the empty seats at the end of the bus. A guy sitting next to me though dint seem drunk definitely wasnt sane. Atleast 5 times he asked me the time; not that i bothered to tell him even once. Never ever had a 20 minutes ride had been this long.
Finally I got off the bus and dashed off to home (Phew!). Fortunately I had reached home around the same time as I would have with a cab so my mom dint really doubt anything and I obviously dint tell her anything.
Till date I wonder, what was I thinking? Or was I thinking at all?

Bus Torture

2007-07-09T14:05:00.000+05:30

The other day I was having a discussion with a friend on these bus rides and dat reminded me of a bus journey I had early April on my way back from Vaishno Devi Yatra. We hadnt booked seats for our return journey since we wernt sure how long it'll take us to trek down. As it turned out, we were back in Katra after darshan all in 19 hours!
Since it was April summer, we were looking for an AC coach to take us back to Delhi on an over night journey. After much looking around, we finally got an AC coach heading for delhi and we booked 4 seats in that ( I was with my family).
Now although it was a VOLVO AC coach, it did look kinda worn out with a huge crack in one of the glasses (looked like a bullet mark to me!). Also it was not at all cleaned up with lotta dust and empty mineral water bottles and soft drink pet bottles all lying in between the seats. But since there wasnt any other option so we decided to just let it be. Anywayz, we were soo tired that nothing else mattered as long as bus kept on moving and we were secure from the heat by AC.
Soon after we started a group of people asked the bus incharge to put on a movie. Apparently these ppl were not sleepy at all. They were told that they have a TV set but NO CD player so basically that TV set was just there. dats it!
Wats next best to movie? Music! But they dint even have a music player!! "Our CD player and music player recently got stolen."
Anywayz though it was all highly unacceptable It dint really bother me all that much. I was super-tired with every muscle in my body crying out loud. All I wanted was to sleep so I was kinda glad that der isnt any music or TV to disturb me.
But I wish dat was all
There was increasing heat in the bus (an it was an AC coach!) almost to the level of such an increased humidity that it became unbearable. As it turned out, the engine was heating up. So we made a stop and put some water in the engine.
After barely 20 kms, a woman in a car passing by screamed that there is smoke coming out of OUR bus's engine!! (*the engine of this bus was at the back) Now this obviously raised alarm and all of us rushed down within seconds os bus stopping. After howling at the driver a bunch of guyz decided that this bus was not safe enough to get into any longer (there was another group of 2-3 guyz who thot it was simply making a mountain outta molehill. There isnt anything wrong with the bus other than engine heating up. But we cudnt cum to a decision for a good 1 hour and we were marooned at 1AM in the morning in the middle of nowhere. After making calls to the booking agent asking him to send us a backup bus (which he obviously dint have), we finally decided to move ahead cautiously till we find water, put it in the coolant jar of the bus and den go on our way. Luckily we found a handpump nearby. Tens of empty bisleri bottles were used (it was a bus so we obviously needed many litres of water)
And so off we went. We were still a good 400km away from Delhi, bus wasnt moving at more than 60kmph (and dats a bus which can easily touch 100kmph!), the AC wasnt working (and since it was SUPPOSED to work, the glasses of the bus were sealed so no outside air coming in) and to top it all the utter heat & humidity of the bus invited lots of mosquitoes and flies in the bus!!! By the time we reached delhi which was around 4PM (we had started at 8PM last evening!), we were crawling @ 25kmph. I had never been so happy to see the shining blue sign of "Delhi Welcomes You".
As it turned out the bus in question was a scrap of the Uttranchal transport bus srvice and had been plying for 4 years on the Delhi-Dehradoon route. An agency got it in a worn out condition at a discount and had sent it to the workshop for repairs. But due to the heavy rush for delhi buses in katra, the bus owner saw an opportunity to earn some bucks and gave his bus for a trip to delhi without the repair work completed...Ridiculous but i wonder how many of others must have done the same. Wateverrr but we reached home at last and it was a journey to last me a lifetime.
Jai mata di:)

Stressed Who?

2007-07-08T11:35:00.000+05:30

While writing Stressed Out, I found dis pic on internet. Funny na:)

Ouch! That hurts:(

2007-07-06T11:42:00.000+05:30

Why should I care what he/she thinks what I can do? How does it matter huh? People who have been with me must have heard me say this at some time or the other. And its true for me. How can any body's opinion be of any importance to me.
Until...
I don't think you can handle this. Fine it was your choice and Im not saying you are right or wrong. All Im saying is that its too big for you so better be very careful and focus on it.
And
Do I have any reason to believe in you?
Ouch! That hurts. No reason to believe in me! This coming from someone who has been so very important to me. One of those verrrry few people whose opinion I sought and admired! Fine so I did let him down once but was that big enough to wipe out all his trust in me? Was it soo brittle? This makes me doubt my own self. Maybe he is right. Maybe I cant do this. I cudnt do it last time, den how can I do this now?
Or....I can do it this time. Y? Well coz I cudnt last time. Yesss!
And so I'll carry on. But still....it hurts:(

Worst PJ ever!

2007-06-30T19:25:00.000+05:30

You know there should be law against people like this guy. Picture this...you had a very busy day (and dat too after a long time). Imagine roaming around in the city in the temperature of 34 degree, sun draining out your energy and patience..u got the picture na. So after such a day you come back home and you login on Gtalk to catch up with some friends.
And you came across this fella who completely drains you out by PJs!
Sample this conversation I had with spectator (referred to here as S). My thoughts are in italics:
S: 4 elephants sitting on a tree branch. one of them falls off. Why?
Me: Dunno
S: There wasnt space enuff for him.
Me: Kya bakwaas!
S: Another elephant falls down. Now tell me why?
This time i tried to play along. I tried my hand at it and it was best by my standards.
Me: To accompany the earlier one
S: No! First elephant had caught on to his leg so he also got carried down.
Me: ????????????
S: Ok now one more of them falls down. Guess why?
Me: No clue
S: No! He thought its a jumping competition.
Me: I gotta go to market.
S: Arrey wait na. Achcha the last one also falls down. Y?
Me: to accompany others?
S: No baba. The tree pushed him. Then the tree also fell down.
Me: Beyond me to guess.
S: Coz tree thought he is also an elephant.
Aaarrrrgggghhhhh! What can i loose if I kill this guy? I think I can plead not-guilty on grounds of self-defence! Any lawyers out there?
So Spectator, I admit when it comes to cracking PJs, you take the cake, oven, bakery and baker!!!! But for christ sake, Spare me!!!!!!!

Going back to forwards

2007-06-30T11:48:00.000+05:30

Empty mind is a devil's workshop. But my mind has become a time machine taking me on nostalgic trips down the memory lane.
Its been a good 6-7 years since I opened my 1st e-mail account on Rediff (I wasn't much of a computer addict back than and dis e-mail account also I opened coz one of my friends was going outta Delhi..so it was more of a 'have to' thing for me). But later on I got kinda addicted to it. That excitement of composing e-mails and more than writing, reading e-mails. A new way of doing things. Funny coz dat time I dint really get any mails of significance (not dat i get them now even but..wateverrr) still that anticipation while opening the inbox of ur mail ID and reading 'you have x new/unread mails'...priceless! And since there wasn't anything of significance sent to me, what i looked forward to were the Forwards. Yup those non-personal mails dat u get telling you some story, joke and mostly some sorta funny animation, often with a trail of previously forwarded IDs.
Now there are many who find them irritating, impersonal (Someone send some crappy joke to 100 people and he/she clicked on your name too..big deal! just makes you part of the crowd) and complete junk eating into the storage space of your mail account..blah blah blah.
But heylo.....they are not meant as someone-is-thinking-about-you token! And they are not crappy alwayz.. u get quiet interesting pics and links through forwards. Though i admit those chain mails are indeed a pain in u-know-what. Curse of the evil tweety (how can such a cute bird be termed evil!), God's eye (an image clicked by space station..talk of superstition and science going hand in hand) and Virgin Mary's boon...you name it. These will come with a condition that send it to 10 friends in next 1 hour or you'll be cursed for the next 10 years blah blah blah. That really bugs no end.
I don't forward them ahead but so far i havnt been haunted by any evil spirit (I guess so!)
Other than that, I dont have any issues with forwards. Too bad i dont get them anymore what wid all my friends buzy wid office and all. But still when i am on nostalgic trips like these, I go through some of my old mails...feels good:)

Facing a wrong choice

2007-06-29T13:57:00.000+05:30

"Life is all about the choices you make"
This is something i have alwayz lived by. There is nothing like pre-defined course of life. You, your actions and your choices have the power to shape your life and decide its course.
But what you do when you make a wrong choice? (To err is human, you cant alwayz be right na.) You made a choice that seemed like just the right path infact almost tailor made for you but as you progressed along, you realize its the wrong way! Forget the right it doesn't even lead to wrong way...it leads to a dead end. No where to go from there. And you have come a long way...too far to turn and change course. Now what- Stop rite there? or continue walking till you reach the end? And then wat?
In times like these, I wish oh-how-much-i-wish to play the blame game..if there was some way to shift the blame to someone else..maybe god, maybe destiny or just anything dammit!! I dint know it was wrong path..it seemed rite dat time. y will i choose something so bad for myself! But like someone told me last evening, maybe it was my delusion which made me see it as right course..i saw what i wanted to see and moved on.
Oh well, whom am i kidding. I made a choice and now i gotta stick to it, come what may.
And maybe its not an end after all. I guess I need to look at it closely, i might find a way out. Yaaaa..dats the way to look at it:)

Kinda messed up so took it all out here.

Wrong Number

2007-06-27T18:12:00.000+05:30

Seems like this is season for Flash back trips for me. Got reminded of this wrong number call I got a few years back. I was having my final year exams. Next day was my paper for an exceptionally tedious and boring paper and I was at my wit's end.
TRING TRING
Me: Hello?
He: Hello..how are you?
Me: aaaa Hi, who is this?
He: Achcha, so now you don't even recognize me huh

Me: mmmmmmm Im sorry bt i really am not able to place you.
He: Ok tell me dis evening's plan is confirmed or u want to cancle it again?
Me: Huh? Sorry. Wrong number.

TRING TRING
Me: Hello
He: So you are still angry?
Me: Listen its a wrong number!
He: Ok baba. Im sorry for what happened ok. Ab theek hai?
Me: Listen, you have dialled wrong number ok.

TRING TRING
Me:
He: Dekho pushpa, ye jo tumahra attitude hai na, ye bahut galat hai. Arrey every time u do the same thing. I wont tolerate it anymore!!
Me: huh??? You check the number you have dialled ok. Stop pushing the re-dial button!!

Finally I had to switch off the phone. If I hadn't been so pre-occupied with my exam, It would be have been fun playing around but the timing was wrong:(
Hope dat Mr. who-so-ever-he-was was able to contact who-so-ever-he-wanted-to. Poor thing sounded completely exhausted.lolz!

Office Vocabulary

2007-06-24T18:19:00.000+05:30

Essential vocabulary additions for the workplace (and elsewhere)!!! How many of these have you come across;)

1. BLAMESTORMING:Sitting around in a group, discussing why a deadline was missed or a project failed, and who was responsible.
2. SEAGULL MANAGER: A manager, who flies in, makes a lot of noise, craps on everything, and then leaves.
3. ASSMOSIS: The process by which some people seem to absorb success and advancement by kissing up to the boss rather than working hard .
4. SALMON DAY: The experience of spending an entire day swimming upstream only to get screwed and die in the end.
5. CUBE FARM: An office filled with cubicles.
6. PRAIRIE DOGGING: When someone yells or drops something loudly in a cube farm, and people's heads pop up over the walls to see what's going on.
7. MOUSE POTATO: The on-line, wired generation's answer to the couch potato.
8. SITCOMs: Single Income, Two Children, Oppressive Mortgage. What Yuppies get into when they have children and one of them stops working to stay home with the kids.
9. STRESS PUPPY:A person who seems to thrive on being stressed out and whiny.
10. SWIPEOUT: An ATM or credit card that has been rendered useless because magnetic strip is worn away from extensive use.
11. XEROX SUBSIDY: Euphemism for swiping free photocopies from one's workplace.
12. IRRITAINMENT: Entertainment and media spectacles that are Annoying but you find yourself unable to stop watching them.
13. PERCUSSIVE MAINTENANCE: The fine art of whacking the crap out of an electronic device to get it to work again.
14. ADMINISPHERE:The rarefied organizational layers beginning just above the rank and file. Decisions that fall from the adminisphere are often profoundly inappropriate or irrelevant to the problems they were designed to solve.
15. 404: Someone who's clueless. From the World Wide Web error Message "404 Not Found," meaning that the requested site could not be located.
16. GENERICA: Features of the American landscape that are exactly the same no matter where one is, such as fast food joints, strip malls, and subdivisions.
17. OHNOSECOND:That minuscule fraction of time in which you realize that you've just made a BIG mistake. (Like after hitting send on an email by mistake).
18. WOOFS: Well-Off Older Folks.
19. CROP DUSTING:Surreptitiously passing gas while passing through a Cube Farm.

Penning down...

2007-06-19T20:00:00.000+05:30

Last evening my mom's request to copy a few pages from some book for her brought me face to face with my friend from bygone era..My pen. I picked it up and sat down to complete the chore set down by my mom. What once was enjoyable seemed a struggle to me. "dats strange" I thought.
I picked up my pen close. We saw each other; as one sees a long lost friend. I think i had a smile of recognition on my face (cudnt see it obviously), I saw a smile of hurt.
"Hey, how r u? Long time huh?" I said starting up a conversation.
"Long time? make that 2 years and dunno how many months. Is dats how u keep in touch?" There was complain in that voice.
"Well I started with my office and there i was buzy with things. Just dint have time to get back to old hobbies. Its not i forgot you people..I couldn't spend a day without you two yaar, dont u know it!" I retorted at this complain, refusing to be held guilty.
"Hmph...if you can spend 2 years away from your friends then they are no longer part of your everyday life for sure. And you know it very well. The past tense in your words says it all sweetie."
"Ofcourse not!"I reverted back but defied conviction in my own words. I knew I had let them down.
Things had changed and how. From times when I couldn't get 2 straight lines outta my head without a pen held in between my fingers to today when I can't think without the feel of electronic keys positioned beneath my finger tips. After my final year exam for graduation 2 years back, I don't remember writing words for even half a page...It never went farther then a few lines.
Technology wat else!
"Are you writing it or again stuck to your phone?" My mom inquired.
I continued my struggle to copy down the words in a handwriting i could barely recognize..and read.

Talk Talk Nonstop

2007-06-18T13:32:00.000+05:30

TRAI says Indians talk the most on mobile phones after their counterparts in US. Well so we do.
Its interesting to note how people talk on phone. If he/she is on the move as in walking, they stop in their way to talk while there are others who if sitting will starting walking (mostly in to-n-fro motion).
They'll whisper while talking to someone sitting across them in a restaurant but give them a call and they'll scream at the top of their voice.
And the most interesting one is when someone receives a call while in a noisy place like a bus. "Hello. Im in bus rite now n its too noisy. cant hear you properly. Will talk to u later ok...haan bolo...achcha? toh usko bolo ki kal aayega...nahi aaj its not possible. baad mien baat karta hun ok...haan...kal? kitne baje? see if u can arrange for the tickets...ok..haan...." and it goes on getting regularly punctuated with talk-to-you-later!
And man the stuff people talk about. You can find housewives discussing some recipies, latest twist in daily soap, maid trouble, kids-dont-listen-to-me, where to buy what from and ofcourse the latest purchase...ofcourse list dosnt end here.
Shopkeepers and vendors require cell phone to take orders for home delivery of vegetables, fruits n grocery items. "Madam, aap hamara number le lijiye. phone karke bata dijiye kina samaan chahiye. hum pahucha denge"
Maids (who des days are almost as imp in running the house as lady of the house) need to keep track of all the houses they need to go to. "Hello madam, haan main aa rahi hun. Abhi 506 mein hun. Aadhe ghante mein aa jaungi. Arrey nahi madam main chutti pe nahi hun"
And ofcourse there is another segment of people like yours truely for whom mobile is a means to overcome boredom, occasional bouts of insomnia when i call up my friends @ 2AM in the nite only to ask 'Wassup? Sleeping kya?'. (hahahahaha..im sure one of des dayz, i'll be murdered for this.)
Besides boredom, keeping in touch with your friends, bitching, gossiping (dats true only for gals...maybe), cribbing blah blah blah. So many things you need this phone for.
My dad sayz phone is a added hassle which people have made out as a necessity..world functioned perfectly fine 2 decades back.
Well dad. i dunno how people lived in dos times (i was too small) but 2day, I dont think we can and..oh 1 sec..i got a call.

Also read Talkative Indians

I Wish...

2007-06-15T12:24:00.000+05:30

Remember the fable where a man was granted 3 wishes? Well sometimes I too long for such an opportunity. Only problem would be how to accommodate my wish list in just 3?
I wish it snowed in Delhi..in JUNE!
I wish I could fly n go anywhere...at least i'll be spared the traffic jams.
I wish I could eat eat n eat without putting on even an ounce of weight (not that it bothers me even now.)
I wish no one smoked on this earth (for details, read this)
I wish my mom would stop asking me to clean up my room:(
I surely wish I can remember the names of people i meet with their faces. Imagine when I come across someone in a mall or multiplex greeted with a big Hiiiiiiii, a hug, smile n all that. n all this while im staring blankly at the fella wondering, " I know i have seen this fella somewhere. I know him. but what the devil is his name?"
I wish to be able to get movie tickets for any movie, any time, any where. Even if i try to get tickets for a Prime Time show of a so called block buster at like 5 minutes before the show begins.
I wish my friend (lemme not name her) stops giving me a piece of her mind everytime i tell her about some acquaintance i made online.
I wish people would stop asking me n my mom about my shaadi. Its not gonna be for atleast another 5 years ok. n how the devil is it anymore concern to you!?!
I wish I could clear out memory of any bad words i said to someone dear (unknowingly) or any bad decisions i made (wow...dat was senti type)

They say, If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
Im glad it's true. coz u see..i don't know riding:P

Experienced Serendipity?

2007-06-12T18:52:00.000+05:30

Watched this movie few dayz back. Fine so it was released in 2001 but i watched it a few years later..big deal! For the unawares, Serendipity is the effect by which one accidentally discovers something fortunate, especially while looking for something else entirely. in short, accidental good fortune.
Though im not one for the mushy mushy fairy tale romance, i kinda liked the movie not to mention cute John Cusack;) but this is not about the movie.

It reminded me of a few incidences in my own life when I found something
while looking for something completely different (Though as things happen with me, i NEVER NEVER NEVER find the thing im lookin for @ the time im lookin for it but...whateverrrrrr!). Like when I was looking for a mag (some stupid stuff for
pass time), came across Alchemist by Paulo Coelho n bought it purely outta impulse.
Or when I was about to leave my job but had a chat wid my newly appointed boss n decided to stay.Met great people & learned a lot in those few months.
Or when during my annual room-tidying-up, I found my notebook with my music notes (Ahem, i was into singing once). I wrote it when i was in class 7- dats lk 10 yrs back!! I thought i had lost it somewhere.
I got to know about one of my very good friends after a gap of 8 years through his neighbour who happened to be my classmate. It was wonderful reliving through all those moments again while talking.
Went to watch Vivah (Ok...spare me the raised eyebrows n exclaimations!), dint get the tickets (reached late dats y) ended up watching Guru n simply loved it.
And many such incidences...they arnt big by any means. They dont effect the way you think, the way you react or even your outlook towards life..No way! But in your mundane life running after things when the only good fortune you expect is possibly lesser traffic n stoppage time @ the traffic lights, when you come across something like this, it makes you stop for a second and simply SMILE!!

So have a Smiling day:)

PS: Come to think of it, y did i include the movie? mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Whateverrrrrr!

Why do u smoke?

2007-05-30T20:56:00.000+05:30

"I like to think of fire held in a man's hand. Fire, a dangerous force, tamed at his fingertips. I often wonder about the hours when a man sits alone, watching the smoke of a cigarette, thinking. I wonder what great things have come from such hours. When a man thinks, there is a spot of fire alive in his mind--and it is proper that he should have the burning point of a cigarette as his one expression."

-Ayn Rand (Atlas Shrugged)

No offense to the great thinker but I personally don't endorse this view. Before I go any further, let me clarify one thing...I HATE SMOKING!! AND ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH IT- the smoke, the smell even the people (*Ahem, well ok so there are a few exceptions to the last one but ...whateverrrrrrr)
Dunno when it all started and how but some how i alwayz had this problem with Smoking. so much so that i grew allergic to this cigrettee smoke (I puked once with too much of this passive smoking!).
Someone once said, how can u hate smoking without knowing what its all about. So here I am..trying to find out the reason people luv to hold this flaming stick between their lips. Please vote here...

Opinion Polls & Market Research

Results will be displayed soon. Watch this space:)

Blaming the Social Communities?

2007-05-24T16:25:00.000+05:30

The Social community haters now have another reason to rant against these sites. Esp orkut which is almost alwayz drawn in middle of some or the other controversy. At times it is misuse of profile, child pornography and now lo n behold..A MURDER!! Of Kaushambi Layek by some guy called Manish Thakur.
The love story started in the AC three tier compartment where the accused met Koushambi Layek who was on her way to the training centre of Tata Consultancy Services (TCS). The relationship gradually evolved through scrapping on Orkut. (See Kaushambi & Manish's profiles). As per the reports, she was killed coz manish dint want his wife (Yup! he was married!) to know of his fling.
Sad. Depressing to think that someone so young (she was 24) met such an ill-fated and undeserving end.
But while i do feel bad for the tragic and untimely demise of Kaushambi, I cant help but ponder if it is right to blame orkut and other social communities for crimes like these. They simply provide a platform for people to meet each other. That's it! You decide whom to talk to, you decide whom you trust,you decide whom you give out your number to & you decide whom you actually meet! Then where does blaming orkut and sites like these come from?
And though the rate of cyber crime has increased by leaps n bounds (for example in delhi), by no means it justifies abolishing and bad-mouthing the cyberworld. Going by this ideology, tomorrow if a mishap occurs due to a Mobile phone conversation, will we blame the service providers?
While we do remember there are quiet many weirdos and psychos out there and we ARE careful, somehow we choose to think otherwise in the cyberworld. The people we meet online are very much real persons and even though they might fake their identities, they cannot fake their thinking and mind frame. and here toh u cant even see them!
Now few friends of mine might be rolling their eyes with a look-who-is-talking look. For them i wanna clarify that Im NOT suggesting that makin friends online is a complete No-No. Hell..i myself have come across wonderful people through orkut itself. But one needs to be careful keeping few pointers in mind as one is while crossin a road.
As for Kaushambi, May god rest her soul in peace.

What to rite??

2007-05-20T21:47:00.000+05:30

Dis is a question to all the millions of bloggers out der in the blogosphere (in case u happen to chance upon my humble little blog)
What do u do when u feel like writtin for ur blog bt cant decide on something? or simply dunno wat to rite?
U see, i have been thinkin abt dis since last 4 dayz...but result is zilch:(
Waiting for ur replies.

Im loosing it....Heeeeelp!

2007-05-11T16:00:00.000+05:30

Darlingz, this is an SOS message! Something wrong somewhere. here are the cases in point.
Case 1:
A msg i had sent to a frnd:Hi, If you are coming to office tomorrow, don't forget to get my First Victim and your Prodigal Daughter. C ya!
I was actually referring to:
First Victim by Ridley Person
Prodigal Daughter by Jeffrey Archer

Case 2:
Frnd: I'll talk to you tomorrow. feeling a bit low.
Me (bugged since it was the 4th day i was hearing this): Fine. then you continue feeling low ok. Y dont u go to Kanyakumari n feel low huh.
Frnd: ????????

Case 3:
Me: Dont tell anyone that i said dis ok.
Frnd: Ya rite! as if i have nothnig better to do den discuss you. who do u think u r? Mahatma Gandhi?
Me: No way man. im not bald n i do wear clothes.
Frnd: U need a doctor

Case 4:
Frnd: I cant sit for long. my backbone is damaged. it has shifted a bit to the left.
Me: So how does it matter. the only difference wud be dat now ur right shoulder is bigger than the left one.(Dont ask me what was dat. I've been tryin to figure it out ever since)
Frnd: I'll talk to u later

Case 5:
Situation: I and Adi goin on a break. It was drizzling on n off. It stopped and we moved out. it started raining again. I looked at the clouds
Me (loud & clear): What is dis huh? were u lk waiting for us to move out? cant u make up ur mind? u wanna pour, u pour. u dont wanna pour, u dont pour. Dont play these games ok.
Adi (to people in genral): Ok. I dont know her.

All this in last one month!
*sigh* what's wrong with me? Am I seriously loosing it? Or is it the heat wave? Or maybe its the April effect. (thinks for some time, then like alwayz shrugs and says, Uffff! Whateverrrrr!)

Ooops! Its 8PM!!

2007-05-11T11:12:00.000+05:30

So while the majority thinks that the increasing incedences of rape & sexual assault against women are result of various cultural & social factors (some even think its due to globalization!)apparently the Karnataka government has a different point of view. As pwer them, the cause is WOMEN!!!! They move out of the house at night and thus call for trouble themselves..So the solution..Ban on women working after 8PM!Talk of thinking out of the box huh.
While terribly irritated with this line of thought, it got me thinking. What if someday our very own Delhi gets inspired by this! Considering that Delhi tops the list of most unsafe metros in India, it seems like quiet a possibility. Gaaawd..im already getting jitters to think what all we'll face if this law is implemented in delhi. (to make the scenario more hideous, lets assume that it
forbids women to move out of house after 8PM!)
Just imagine:

No jobs in call centres (night shifts)
No late nite movie shows. forget that, not even evening shows ending 9PM!!
Forget what a disc looks like from inside (or attend one in the afternoon, if any. Eeeewwww!)
Late night parties? wats dat?
You mite even have to pay fine if you are found out after the 8PM deadline. It doesnt matter that u got stuck in a traffic jam. (keeping a fake moustache handy mite help;))
No evening gowns/evening wear dresses will be designed
Nite outs?????
No late nite eating out.
and missing out on those late nite long drives

too depressing. i cant think more.
Meanwhile, the only thing im sure of is, Im not shifting my base to Karnataka.
Bye for now.

What to Crib about?

2007-05-08T14:44:00.000+05:30

Hie! Somehow I'm feelin lk giving in to the most basic female past time..im feelin lk cribbing. but crib about what?Hmmm lets see...what can i crib about now.. Hey u all, no need to get jealous ppl. its not that i dont HAVE anything to crib. On the contrary, there are quiet a few things. Even if there wrnt, trust a gal to cum up wid something to crib about at leisure;) You don't believe me huh..lemme tell you wat all is pissing me.
I cud crib abt how my life going aaaaaaaaaaa nowhere. Things happen on an auto pilot. You wud think dats ok..chilled out but IMAGINE AN AUTO PILOT IN A HURRICANE!!!
I cud crib abt how I dont feel lk workin in office n i sit for 9 hours in front of my PC just passing time or reading/composing bakwaas blog posts lk the one im writting right now (Yup, im in office). Once upon a time, i used to hate people doin this n now....sigh well, hota hai.
I cud crib abt how I completely hate my workstation rite next to a passage with people passing by every nano second. n i esp hate this i-want-to-see-what-is-she-doin-on-her-pc inquisitiveness in people. dey enter the room through that cursed door and dey HAVE TO see what i am doin!! Y? y oh y cant u just mind ur own biz huh? Dont u have anything in life to do? wrnt u goin for some work? den MOVE ON!trust me, im not maintaing a spy file on u ppl dat u have to ensure im not writting any unsolicited remarks( n even if i am, how the hell can it affect u!!!) Cum 2 think of it, its a basic human nature. look around u and u'll find many specimens of this bt lets talk abt them some other time ok.
I cud crib abt this super hot, boiling, roastin, burning heat of Delhi..It feels nothing less den a volcano crater (exxagerated i know bt remember, im talkin abt cribbin!) 2 minutes outta house and u wudnt know if u r wet from water or sweat. YUCK!
Or I cud be a nice responsible delhiite and crib abt wat a super mess dey have made outta river Yamuna. It resembles more a drain rather than a supposedly holy river. Or dat the roads r bad n buses r crowded and city so unsafe for women. Or about how completely irrational is this idea of women safety by Karnataka Government.
I can crib about how its already 2nd week of the month and i still havnt got my salary n boy am i BROKE! Y dont des people realise that some people actually lead their life hand to mouth (esp like her who just cannot control der shoppin urges!)
I can crib abt all my friends who work 5 days a week and make sure not only to update me abt der wonderful plans for an entire SATURDAY but also gimme call atleast twice during entire day tellin me how their day is goin! its so that 'I dont miss out on any fun' (Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarghh i need a gun!)
I can crib about how Im just not able to finish off this 'Mein Kampf' I have been reading since 3 weeks now (long time by my standards). It simply goes on and on...partly also coz i think im not able to stick to it..in des 3 weeks i have read 2 other books as well bt then......watever.
And lastly,
I wanna crib about how both the 'crazies' (this & this) have completely abandoned this shared blog with not even a single post on it(wait...dat means dey never took it up in the first place! ). And lemme clear...its NOT b'coz they cannot write bakwaas ok. U dont believe me, read it here.

So u see..there r soo many things i can crib about.but i still dont know wat shud i crib about?any ideas anyone?

The Multidimensional FUCK!

2007-05-07T14:47:00.000+05:30

Now now now people get your mind outta gutter ok. This is not what you think it is (naughty naughty;))
As promised, so delivered. In this post, i had missed out on a very prominent slang of a slanger's dictionary. Today's slang tutorial is about the multidimensional word-FUCK!(Mind it..its about the expression ok).
Evoluting from the traditional meaning of the word, its surprising how it has moved and accepted in different realms of human emotions & expressions
It expresses surprise, happiness:
Wat u sayin man..Fuuuuck!
Ha! dats a fucking kewl thing man.

Anger, Frustration &impatience:
Dont ask yaar! Fucked up big time. #$*%^
What the Fuck man! This sucks big time.
WTF!!!!
Wat fuckin crap is dis!?!

Even abuse & indifference:
Why dont you mind your own fuckin biz huh.
So what, i dont give a fuck.
Its time you stop fucking around
Fuck Off/It!!
Eeeewwwww! what kinda fuckin hair colour is dis huh?

Talk of evolution of words huh.I wonder what will come next. Any ideas?
newayz, how the fuck do i care.
Have a nice week:)

It's Raining!

2007-05-04T15:35:00.001+05:30

YIPPEEE!!! It's such a beautiful weather. Thank You Mr. GOD! After weeks of scorching heat roasting your skin, when you open your eyes one morning to a cloud laden sky...feels simply WOW! Who goes to office on a day like this :P
This reminds me of rainy day in school. Those 'write an essay on rainy day' sessions and dancing in the rain (not like our bollywood actresses.puhhleeeeeze)

Other than that, when i think of rain, i think of:

Pakode (Yummmmmmy) & Cup of hot tea
gili mitti ki khushbu
Nice refreshing breeze
Rainfall, clouds (ofcourse!)
No blazing sun (What a relief)
Umbrella (rather the search for one in all the nick-n-corner of the house)
Frogs ki tarrrrrr tarrrrrr
All sorta spiders, worms & crawlers venturing outta der now-flooded homes (awwwwww poor things!)
Swimming pool sized potholes filled with water
Bumper-to-bumper traffic jams
Escalated auto-rickshaw fares (If you stay in delhi, you know what i am cribbing about)
Anu Malik, the original cap-ped singer of bollywood singing Dekho baarish ho rahi hai, It's raining....
Sanjay dutt jumping around, Aala re pous aala
Aishwarya Rai (now bachchan) in barso re megha megha
The innumerable wet saree scenes churned out by machine called Bollywood (im not gonna rite abt them ok)

Isn't rain simply super enjoyable! esp when you are sitting in a balcony with a cup of hot tea in your hand and not stuck between honking cars in some traffic jam (like me)? jealous huh?

Newayz, Im goin to enjoy a 2nd round of pakodas. Yummmmmm
Have fun!

Dekho baarish ho rahi hai.....

Being a SLANGER!

2007-05-02T18:06:00.000+05:30

I plead mercy to the all those who swear by the virtue & santity of Queens English (including our dear tradaptor), but puhleeezee do not expect it from me. For me, the spoken langauge is spiced up with latest lingos and slangs.Words which were considered foul once now have a status of pride (Adi loves being called this), words are used to get out of situations and exclaimations are no longer about only punctuation marks or your tonality...I and people of my clan prefer to create words to express ourselves.

The purists call us the GenXers, confused, SMSers. Well I call us..SLANGERS!
Its quiet intresting to see how different are the reactions of a purist (referred to as Sane in this post) and a slanger in a same scenario.
Here is a contrast of a sane person and a slanger:

Ques: So besides this, tell me what are your hobbies?
Sane: I like reading, listening to music & making friends
Slanger: Ah well i go online, blog, read n u know...whatever

Hey did u hear that super amazing song from 'Life in a metro'?
Frnd: The name of the movie is Metro.
Sane: Oh! ok..maybe i got it wrong
Slanger: Ya ya whatever

I got a new cell-Nokia N95
Sane: Congratulations!
Slanger: Sexy yaar...dats super kewl!

She asked me to help her out with her report. i told her she can do it herself good enough; afterall she has ben here 6 months more than me na ;)
Sane: Good..gave her a taste of her own medicine
Slanger: You are such a BITCH! (delivered with a wicked grin)

You 'goofed up' and are now in the line of fire getting a piece of someone's mind and you dont want it coz it wasnt your fault!!
Sane: You are not getting my point.i dint do anything.
Slanger: Yaa, w-hhat-e-va! (rolling eyes)

You have to be in office by 9. If its 9:01, it gets marked as half day.
Sane: Thats bad. it doesnt make sense at all!
Slanger: What CRAP! Sue them!

Hey! how come you did not call me up last evening? You said you will.
X: I know i did but my cell died on me.
Sane: I dont believe you
OR
You are lying
Slanger: Ya right! (accompanied with rolling eyes & a sarcasm loaded tone)

Also,
Anybody and everybody is a sweetheart/baby/sweetie/darling/luuuv..
It doesnt matter if you met the person 5 minutes back.

So, welcum to the world of Slangs! Interpret at your own risk!;)

PS: Missed out on a major slang but that deserves another post.

Ye kya hua?

2007-04-30T10:36:00.000+05:30

Ever since i have been reading, there have been countless jokes about female of the species being all-so-difficult and so cant-be-understood type. here is what my experience tells me...All human beings are pessimists by default..esp MEN!

No matter how much they know you, how long you have known each other, one chance and they are ready to believe the worst of you!
And what more...once you are branded a culprit, there is no hearing on the matter.
You try to explain; you are trying to defend yourself 'Why is it so difficult for you to accept your fault? its always the case with you..everytime you do this...blah blah blah'
You still try; you are arguing, you are not even sorry....
And lastly..
I'm pissed. i cant let it go this time. We'll talk later.
And you? HA! You don't even come to know what hit you...
You just sit, staring at the phone trying to figue out when did it all start. HELL!

* Had a terrible terrible weekend so simply venting it out here. Guess im just frustrated.
Bye for now!

Hie!

2007-04-28T14:48:00.000+05:30

Finally after months of I'll-create-a-blog-soon promises to myself and friends (I was the ONLY non-blogger in my current gang), I decided to bless the blogosphere with my presence and thoughts.

So here is Supernova.... just like that.

Enjoy reading:)