Random post

Last week I was out-of-town to be with my Husband..(Yes I got married last year..I am yet to complete 2 months of married life. My husband lives in another city and since Husband will/ can now often get featured in the forthcoming posts, he will be called ZZ)
I had a day when he went to office and I was alone at the home after 10:00am..Delhi is at its chilly best and even though I had plans to do this and that, all I did was read a book, upload marriage pics at picasa and send links to friends and check my home-page umpteen times in Orkut.. It was such a boring day but was made up when a dear friend K who too recently got married, came in the evening with her husband.. We watched her marriage and honeymoon pics and ate and laughed and drank and ate again and discussed another friend who is going to get married and our married lives. It was so cold that day and she braved to come to meet me that too in a bike, was awesome…

My organization has organized a 3-day program for its women executives at Noida and it was a fantabulous project.. One evening after session we went for shopping to Great India Palace and another day watched “3 idiots” with friends. We sure had a great time there.. Also the lectures were interesting and I got to meet some of real wise souls there. One of the external faculty who undertook one lecture on “Managing Role Stress” was stressing the fact that in a life, a woman has to play many roles like that of a good daughter, wife, mother, sister, daughter-in-law.. And she never skipped this last word “daughter-in-law” every time she talked about roles.. She probably lives with a mother-in-law at home :/…Being married made me extra observant on these kind of words, it seems ;)


It’s the beginning of a brand new year, a new decade.. Let me quickly sum up the last deacde 2000-09 as
The period when I made transition from a teenage to a bespectacled young woman, when I left the warm and secure blanket of parents and moved to a bigger world (and it ‘s a nice world outside), when I know the bliss of living in hostel and with friends, when I shunned the school-bag and went to college( sometimes with just a pen in hand), when I had the best time of my life, when I saw the sea first time, when I danced all night on friend’s birthdays, when I earned my first pay-check, when I fall in love, when I received my first ever rose and bouquet, when my marital status changed..

Wishing all a wonderful new year....

December-End

Its that time of the year when

the chill in the air has increased, freshly snowed mountain-tops can be seen from the home, the fog covers the surrounding thus barring the much-needed sun-shine, everybody has his hands in pockets, the pockets are full of peanuts, hand-made sweaters are getting appreciating glances from kids around and an inquisitive look ( to see the pattern of design and copy) by the neighbourhood aunties, sleeping inside the quilt is the best past-time for evening, basking in the sun the time-pass of day, market-hopping to get new year greeting cards for your relatives afar, making hand-made cards for the friends near, eating oranges and other seasonal citrus fruits, exchanging comics everyday with the friends, rubbing Boroline every-night on chapped lips and cracked cheeks, mother cooking gajar-ka-halwa, father buying gajak, holiday-home work still pending, discussing which programme would be broadcast on DD-1 on New-Year’s eve, if Jaspal Bhatti and Gurdas Mann would be there in that programme, running noses, waiting for the New Year cake that mummy would prepare

Yes it’s end-December and nostalgia is at its best…

Realization:2

The best thing one can say to the father of the bride is “The marriage arrangement is great. We like it.”
And then don’t forget to see the pride and satisfaction in his smile.

Somethings never change...

Somethings never change. No matter how fast-paced life become, no matter how tech savvy new-age kids become, somethings never change..

So what if we had only 5-star and Dairy-Milk as option for chocolates and today the kids have plethora to choose from, the young girls of age 3-4 still love to snatch the hand-bag of their lady guests or neighbours, turn them inside out to check if there are any chocolates/ eatables there and hang the purse on their shoulders and flaunt it as if they are carrying their own.
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So what if fashion then was not so very much to look forward to and there was not much TV/internet that breeds the bug of looks and beauty on young minds like they do have today, the young adolescents still admire the young unmarried woman who their family knows and who comes to their place often and tells her how much they love her hair, her looks and her dress and her everything and dreams to be like her some day.




Yes, at some point of time I was that kid who used to tear apart the purse of her aunt to look for chocolates and for the entire time she were at our place, I used to carry her purse and roam around the house with an air thinking I am a big girl now.
Down the line, I was also that young tween who dreamt of being like the nice neighbourhood “Didi” who used to come at my house often..

One can always exclaim “girls will be girls” and yes even I will second it but also I want to add that “What goes round comes around” (Today my neighbourhood twin-girls remind me of my childhood when they fight to get hold of/ scrutinize my purse and carry it with elan on their tiny shoulders. Today a young teen makes me smile when she tells how much she likes the dress and hair and earrings and..)
“What goes round surely comes around”
…and I am not complaining :D



Photos from Internet.

Realization:1

SHOPPING helps! SHOPPING heals!!

When you are feeling low, Shopping is the next best thing to do to lift your mood up..Whats the best thing, ofcourse talking to a close friend..:D

Being a GEM

My dear friend updated me of a new word and I thought it is apt to write a post about it right now before this phase eludes me and I am left with nothing but wordless memories..

Being a GEM, I realize there are certain aspects added to your personality and knowingly or unknowingly we all follow this pattern:


You keep falling in and out of love with the same person. With every good thing, your belief in the other strengthens further and with every fight, the clouds of doubts appear.

You start questioning yourself and assuring yourself and arguing and believing the sanctity of marriage.

The home where you lived your whole life now for you becomes your parents home. You innocuously start calling your home as your parent’s home.


The once-in-the-year calls of your cousins and aunt’s become frequent these times who wants to know all the updates on the preparations of the D-day.

You find yourself staring at the dummies with bridal-outfits. Not that you were never into window shopping but looking lustily at those designer embroidered/ kanjeevaram sarees is a total new experience.

Before every purchase, you begin contemplating if this thing/ dress could be used after your status change as well and if the answer is a guiltful no, you, with a heavy heart, leave it at the counter.


On seeing an old crush at the social networking site still brings a smile on your face while your mind repeats “You are a GEM now”.

You day-dream of what the future life would be.

You worry a lot of how the whole process of marriage going to happen and thus reduce weight and instead of that so-called glow what shines in your face are those new zits.

If you are working like me you also start wondering about what lies ahead professionally but believe me, career is the last thing on your mind right now.


You smile and cant wait to marry when you see some marriage function or a sweet couple roaming in the market but at the same time you heave a sigh after a day-out with your girl- friends thinking this might not be a regular custom afterwards.



P.S: For the uninitiated, GEM stands for “Getting engaged or married”.


Edited to add: Celestialrays handed me this fab award which I have proudly displayed in my blog. I would love to give this award to NEHA who I think not only has a fabulous blog but herself is a fabulous person. This one is for you, Neha!!

Two Awards, One tag and merry month-beginning :))

Yes Neha, along with the awards and tag, I even swept your post title as well ;)) . Thank you Neha!!

Now without wasting a second, here goes the tag:

1.What is your current obsession ?

Blogging. That included more reading, less writing. Whenever something note-worthy happens, my mind starts planning it to blog it out..

2. What are you wearing today?
Salwaar Suit

3. What’s for dinner?

It is gonna be chole and roti.

4. What’s the last thing you bought?

Maggie Vegetable Atta Noodles

5. What are you listening to right now?

Incessant noise the ceiling fan is making

6. What do you think about the person who tagged you?

A blogger with a heart of gold. She writes beautiful..

7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?

Somewhere in picturesque Europe..

8. What are your must-have pieces for summer?

Sun-screen

9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?

Kerela

10. Which language do you want to learn?

French. It sounds sophisticated.

11. What’s your favourite quote?

"Life goes on"

12. Who do you want to meet right now?

Someone whose mail I received yesterday.

13. What is your favourite colour?

Red. But the irony is I have only one tee in that colour.

14. What is your favourite piece of clothing in your own closet?

An embroidered silk salwaar-suit.

15. What is your dream job?
I used to think being an Engineer is my dream-job. don’t agree to it anymore.

16. What’s your favourite magazine?

Reader’s Digest and Femina

17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?
A nice dress!

18. What do you consider a fashion faux pas?

Indians sporting Blonde hair.

19. Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon?
SRK

20. What kind of haircut do you prefer?

Anything that suits me and that is long enough to be tied in a pony-tail

21. What are you going to do after this?

look at the watch and exclaim "one more hour to go before I leave for home";))

22. What are your favourite movies?

A lot. You can visit this page to see which are they.

23. What are three cosmetic/makeup/perfume products that you can't live without?

Deo, lip balm, sun-screen

24. What inspires you ?

Anybody who does his work sincerely and with a smile on his/her face.

25. Give us three styling tips that always work for you:

Wear your best smile, never do make-up if you don’t know how to put it and keep it simple

26. What do you do when you “have nothing to wear” (even though your closet’s packed)?

Give a puzzled look at the closet and then unpack the packed closet in search of something to wear,lol

27. Coffee or tea?

It’s a tie.

28. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?

I flip magazines, talk to mummy or a close friend, take a walk, try to sleep

29. What is the meaning of your name?

the saddest part of my existence..My name has no exact meaning.:(

30. Which other blogs do you love visiting?

A lot..All of those that are appearing in “I read” list.

31. Favorite Dessert/Sweet?

Ice-cream, imarti

32. Favorite Season ?

Spring

33. If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me?

A cup of hot cuppa tea..Its tea-time:))

34. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?

Tell them what they have done to you and that you dont want to be in their contact.

35. What are you afraid of the most?

Dark!!

36.My Question: Is it possible to be in love with two persons simultaneously??:O

Rules for those who are tagged:Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list.

I tag:

dewdropdreams

AS

prashant

Merlin

Dido

Aanya

Neha aka my lemonade chronicles

and all those who want to take it up!!

"I love your blog award" goes to

Arunima

"One lovely-Blog" Award goes to

Shruti aka My days, my thoughts

Cm-chap aka Dare to Acheive

I earlier received this "Blog-Buddies Award" too which goes too:

Neha aka my Lemonade Chronicles

celestialrays

Enjoy!!

Poor Me

I was reading “Rich Dad, Poor Dad” a couple of weeks ago. Inspired and motivated, I felt it is not late to start and sharpen your financial intelligence. The next valid step was to switch my newspaper from “The Times of India” to yes, you guessed it right, “Economic Times”.

As I don’t have any idiot box at my place, the newspaper and internet are my sole windows to the world outside.
I had started comtemplating about opening a DeMat account and buying-and-selling shares and growing rich and buying a bigger car, my own house and traveling the world. hmph.. All this needs knowledge about the ups and downs of market that would come with the newspaper I will be reading and the sites that I would be visiting on the internet.

I have this particular habit of glancing the head-lines in the first page, then moving to the back of the newspaper where Sports News, then global news and then local news and then the front page. Yes I read backwards.

To cut a long story short, for past couple of weeks-1 week, I have been setting my alarm at 6:00AM everyday unsuccessfully, so that I could wake up early and catch the newspaper hawker to ask him to bring my Sports, entertainment, and non-economical-global news back..

Yes, I am missing TOI and I want it back.

P.S: “Rich Dad, Poor Dad” is a remarkable book every person should read. And if you feel inspired, do drop me a note telling me the steps that one could follow to implement the lessons that the book shared.

Pehla-pehla .....

" First time is always special."so they say..

It was some day in September, I think. I was flying high when I found that I have been tagged.Total of 6 months in the blogging world and that was the first tag I received. I have done tags earlier too but those were stolen(taken) by me on-my-own. THANK YOU AS.

Day before yesterday I got my another feel-good moment coz I received my First Blog AWARD. The whole story behind that award is that I used my assertiveness;) and innocence;)) to let Neha hand me that award.. Ummm, Thanks a lot Neha.

Since Blogger is acting up, I am unable to post th pic here:(

So there goes my tag:

The rules are thus…

RULE 1 You can only say Guilty or Innocent

RULE 2 You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!

RULE 3 Copy and paste this into your notes , delete my answers, type in your answers and tag your friends to answer this.



Asked someone to marry you? Innocent

Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Innocent

Danced on a table in a bar? Guilty (OH, this guilty charge comes with a twist. Actually I have danced on a table in a restaurent. The story goes that we, the First Years, were given the Freshers by our Seniors in the second Semester, yes, we the poosr souls*sob-sob*.So to commemorate our freedom, the First Year girls decided to party in the only restaurent in the campus and what followed was History)

Ever told a lie? Guilty

Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? Guilty

Kissed a picture? Guilty

Slept in until 5 PM? Guilty

Fallen asleep at work/school? Guilty

Held a snake? Innocent (eww.. has anyone?)

Been suspended from school? Innocent

Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent

Stolen from a store? Innocent

Been fired from a job? Innocent

Done something you regret? Guilty

Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Guilty

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Innocent

Kissed in the rain? Innocent

Sat on a roof top? Guilty

Kissed someone you shouldn’t? Innocent

Sang in the shower? Guilty. (Name ay soul who loves music/ singing and who isnt guilty of this charge)

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Innocent

Shaved your head? Innocent

Had a boxing membership? Innocent.

Made a girlfriend/boyfriend cry? Guilty

Been in a band? Innocent

Shot a gun? Innocent

Donated Blood? Innocent

Eaten alligator meat? Innocent

Eaten cheesecake? Guilty

Still love someone you shouldn’t? Guilty

Have/had a tattoo? Innocent.

Liked someone, but will never tell who? Guilty

Been too honest? Guilty ( College days were bunk-days , right. So on a fateful day, out of the many people absent, I was also the one). Those absent included my friends as well and all of us didnt go to the class kyunki mood nahi tha. So our teacher, after taking the lecture, started asking one-by-one the reason for absence. A friend's parents had arrived to visit her(!! may be thats why she was sleeping all day!!), another had fever(ohh thats why the whole hostel was bursting with music from her computer) and another had headache. When my turn came ,I said "aise hi". My stars were with me as the teacher just casually stared me and the bell rang)

Ruined a surprise? Innocent

Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterwards? Guilty.

Erased someone in your friends list? Guilty

Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Guilty
(This requires an explanation. Actually I am tall(by Indian standards)..So in group dance I had to be the guy as there was no girl taller than me..But after some performances, my dance maam, started taking me me in girl's role because according to her, my gestures and actions and dance are elegant and womanly :))

Joined a pageant? Innocent

Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Guilty

Had communication with your ex? Innocent

Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent. (But I clearly remeber the night when I slept for 14 straight hours before the exam during my 2nd Year Engineering. Thank god, paper was not that tough and main pass ho gayi :D)

Got totally angry that you cried so hard? guilty

That was a great fun :D

ahh, yes"First time is always special"

Yes..Yes!!

Once upon a time, there was a boy and there was a girl. They both happened to be our immediate seniors. The boy was a nice guy and I respect him a lot. The girl was a sweet, short and I don’t-know-why-they-linked-him-to-her type, in other words they were no match. Anyways , that’s college life and no, they were not an item. Just that the friends of the girl used to tease her with his name. They both were a part of College Club of which I was also a part. It was a farewell party in that Club and all of its members were gathered and the party was in full flow. The game that was being played "Dumb Charade- “Only Hindi Movies..”"
The game was in full flow and then it comes the girl’s turn.
Girl picked up the chit and read the movie name, blushed a little and her request to change the movie name was stridently rejected.
She acted/ tried to act the name of the movie.
The boy was very sport and was quite enthused in the game. So there she was acting and the rest of 15-20 people trying to guess the name.
In the 3- letter movie after enacting the first word, she was explaining the second word through her actions. Random guesses were flying..
Out of a sudden,

Boy(exclaining): “Mujhse shaadi karogi!!!!???”.

Girl (jumping with joy) : “Yes!!!! Yes!!”

Boy clenching his fist and grinning wide "Yay, i made it" and girl smiling and sighing with relief "so i am done.."

Me(with a group of friends): **Laughing our hearts out**

She stepped down and then it was the turn of some other guy..
And the game went on happily thereafter.

[Random post.A couple of days back we were playing this same game in a office-party and it was sort of boring. It reminded me of this piece-de-irresistible of Dumb-Charade..]

Pic Courtesy: varchasva.sjbit.ac.in/2009/images/dc1.jpg

WAKE-UP TIME

I am rushing through life. Yes I am. I never thought that I would end up being someone who is just going through life without realizing the beauty around her.


My daily routine has become a loop of office-home-(sometimes)market. The time in home is spent in reading magazines and whizzing in front of laptop. The mornings are so rush that I don’t even get to open the windows to let the fresh air come in and the in evenings I feel so tired ( no tired is not the right term, ‘lazy’ will be better) to exercise or go out unless you have to rush to market for shopping/ knick-knacks and so the time is spent lying in the couch breezing through magazines and listening songs.


You don’t get such kind of insightful wake-up call on your own. There is always something small/ big that triggers it, right. Yes. It so happens that some time ago we planned of a little get-together of friends at my place in the evening. I live on the first floor. So after office my friends came to my place. I pulled the curtains aside to open the window and one of my friend gushed ‘Wow’. I was like what. What did you find attractive in opening a window? And she pointed to the big tree covered with bright red flowers that stood in the lawn of the ground-floor occupants and towers high into the air. “Never in my life I have seen tree laden with so many flowers.” I smiled but deep down I feel guilty. All through this time I had gone to my balcony umpteen times to hang clothes , I had opened and closed the windows every day but never did I care to see that tree laden with so many bright red flowers!! I looked again at that tree. It was indeed laden and bent with bulk of flowers.


Yes that was the wake-up call for me to look into the materialistic life I was leading.

I am in the good company of books, movies and music but it has been long since I took a stroll in the road just for the pleasure of walking and taking in the sereneness around me. All I have walked is for getting from one place to another with the aim to reach that place.

I am sitting in an ac office but it has been long since I sit on the railing of my terrace when it’s breezy outside to feel the air on my face. All I have done on such weather is ponder how will I commute to office if it rains tomorrow.

“What is this life if full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?” This poem suddenly makes sense now and fits in the situation.



Whenever my alarm-bell rings , I have this habit of putting it on snooze. The bell has rung and still I haven’t wake up. I have been keeping it on snooze mode every time it tries to wake me up. I think the limit is over now and I have to wake up now else I would never know when the sun is over my head and the time is lost.

Pic courtsy:http://picture-book.com/files/userimages/800u/gift.jpg

Tag Game

Saw this tag in some blogs and thought to give it a try. It looks easy but its not.Play it to beleive me..
Had I played with my real name this game would have been easier but then 'whats fun without blog-pan'..

Rules: Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real .... nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.

So here I go:

1. What is your name: Wishesgalore
2. A four Letter Word: Warm
3. A boy's Name: Wendell (sounds uncommon but its a name of an Indian fashion designer)
4. A girl's Name: Walusha (an Indian model)thank you again fashion industry!!:))
5. An occupation: Waiter
6. A colour: White
7. Something you wear: Watch
8. A food: Watermelon
9. Something found in the bathroom: Water
10. A place: Wellington (Newzeland one of my dream detination)
11. A reason for being late: Wandering in the dreamland
12. Something you shout: What the hell!!
13. A movie title: Whats your Rashee? (an upcoming Hind Movie)
14. Something you drink: Water
15. A musical group: Weezer (Perfect situation)
16. An animal: Wolf
17. A street name: Washington Street (so what if I have never been to US, I am sure there would be some street like this):D
18. A type of car: hey, but I know a car that ends with w ie; BMW ;))
19. Something scary: Witches
20. Ice cream flavour: World Class Chocolate (it’s indeed a ice-cream flavour from Baskin-Robbins)

I tag: Shruti (suffering from Blogger's block), prashant, cmchap (he hasnt blogged for long), Arunima (i know you already have some tags pending up but take time to do this one), merlin and anybody willing to take up this tag....

Addiction to FRIENDS

What happens when you watch marathon sessions of FRIENDS Season 1-10 for past 4 nights sleeping at ungodly 2 am .

1) You just wish the office ends up soon so that you can go back to watch the remaining episodes.

2) You start humming “Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat” when you find that the office is empty and nobody can listen you .

Season 4 finished…Today onwards, Season 5.:)

P.S: And no, Phoebes is not my favourite Friend character.

Observations of a true "Linda Goodman" fan

Whenever anybody asked “Whats Your Rashee” when I was in secondary school, I gave the blankest look I could give (and believe me, I am too good when it comes to expressing through face expressions;)).Thanks to my friend D , who later told me the existence of something called Sun/Zodiac Sign and Moon Sign. Yey, So from then on I knew the answer!!
I knew that I was “Cancer-the crab” according to my Sun-Sign and that’s it .And thus began the weekly Horoscope reading habit. But Hey, I am not like those who believe whatever is written and have faith in it religiously.. naah, for me they are just for fun. Read, laugh and forget..

It was only in college when I got to read the bible of astronomy “Linda Goodman Sun Signs” and her another work "Love Signs". And on hearing any person’s birthday those days, the first reaction always was “ohh, (s)he’s that sign!!!! Thats why (s)he is like this” or “ohh, (s)he’s that sign!!!! But (s)he is not like typical sign...”

In case I am starting to sound like Sorceress, let me come to the point. Its been around 5 months of blogging and I have come across with some very nice blogs. And seeing the blogger’s profile I, by default, checks their Sun Sign. I have definitely matured now and dont care much about all this stuff but they say, old habits die hard..Hence this post!!! [:)]

And here are the tit-bits, this Disciple of Linda Goodman found out in the Blogger World:

1) If the blogger Sun Sign is Aries, heavy chances are that he/she is very open-minded and they surely have posted their photo in their profile and in their posts as well. Another point noticed was that they are happy bloggers (fun stuff they write)

2) If the Sun-Sign is Cancer , chances are the topics will mostly be humour or rants or stories. And 90% chances are that they would have not disclosed their name and if they have disclosed their name then there would be no photo of them in their profile. Search their whole blog and there are scarce changes of finding their photo there. They will be writing a lot of personal stuff but without any photo.

3) If the Sun-Sign is Scorpio, then like Cancer( both being water-signs) there will be stories/humour/rants et al. There will be one of these two things: either their hand-writing is good or their writing-style. There may be both qualities as well. Since one cant judge their hand-writing in blogs;)), read them and you will know the truth.

4) If the Sun-Sign is Capricorn, then feel assured no matter what the content is , the writing style would be modern and distinct.

5) If your Sun-Sign is Libra, sorry I haven’t come across any blogger with this sign.
Since Librans are supposed to be very practical, they might be thinking this Blogging turf a serious time of waste.


In fact most of the bloggers I have come across are either Cancer or Scorpio. So I can say, that I didn’t get to observe the other signs as such.

P.S: If you are any of this sign and you agree with it, do comment.
If you are any of this sign but don’t agree, still do comment.
If you are not any of this sign and think of it as Crabby Crap or Crappy Crab, then think as you wish;)).

Just go and observe!!

She

So she came at my place to meet me. Its been summer vacations at her school and she was headstrong that she ll be coming all alone to stay with me during her vacations.

She came on the set date and we passed the first day chatting and gorging on the sweets she had brought for me. For the coming days I had planned that we ll be going to morning-walks, something she’s really enthusiastic about and something which I hope, will help me make an early-riser. We couldn’t manage to get up early next day so we skipped the first day walk but we compensated for it with evening-walk. We were walking, I was telling about my life here and she was observing the surrounding when I caught her looking longingly at the children on the swings in the park in front of my building. We kept on talking and walking until my feet started demanding rest and came back home.

Next morning , I woke up at 6.00,too late for a morning walk and found her bed lying empty. Thinking that she might be in bathroom, waited for some moments and then went to check there but she wasn’t there too. The front door was open. I wondered where could she have gone, keeping the door unlocked. She might be walking in the terrace, I wondered, so rushed there but no she wasn’t there. From there, I saw somebody swinging alone in the park down .

I laughed to myself, at the little pleasures we enjoy and ran smiling all the way to park to join my Mummy playing on swing.

Its these little joys that sum up the bliss of life. They say, in every (wo)man’s heart lives a kid, so true…

Engrossed in work

It was some requirement from the client .He wanted some changes in the report provided by us. I began modifying the report code and started testing it. The phone at the other table was continuously ringing, soI rushed, picked the receiver and said "16546 (this was the data with which i was doing testing)...err.....sorry ..ummmm...hello"

Expression Number?

Your Expression Number is 7

Very intelligent, you are usually thinking, introspecting, or analyzing. You have a good mind, and you are especially good at finding out the truth. Very little ever escapes your observation and deep understanding. You tend to obsess over wisdom and hidden truths. You are likely to become a authority on any subject you undertake. Operating on a different wavelength, most people don't know you that well. Very logical and rational, at times you tend to lack emotion. So much so, that you often have times coping with emotional situations. You are not very adaptable - you may tend to be overly critical at times.

What's Your Expression Number?

Thick-Skinned or Thin-Skinned?

You Are Medium-Skinned

You can be sensitive at times, but that's totally normal. Your sensitivity means you can be empathetic and compassionate, even if you're a bit thin-skinned. You take what people think into account but you try not to let it get to you. It's hard not to take things personally, but you do your best.

Are You Thin Skinned or Thick Skinned?

THE LADY I KNOW

Yeah, dreams are what reside in her eyes
And her heart is full of hope.
She has seen life’s lows and highs
And the days that soon elope.

She lives today to its fullest
And sets her eyes on tomorrow
She smiles and says with her heart honest
Yesterday I lived with no sorrow.

She says,” It’s a mad-mad world”.
But she thoroughly relished its madness.
She flirts but also keeps her word.
She speaks her heart flawless.

She sings with the wind and flies in the sky,
She dances in the rain.
She demands what she wants without being shy,
She works hard with her brain.

She is a sweet pie, she is a serene lass.
She fades the gloom away.
She walks by the lane she walks by the pass,
Has she ever crossed your way?

**Out of Archive**

(Engineering 2nd Year)

:/

GIRL: I want to get married and live a happy life.
BOY: Pick one.
(Read it in TOI cartoon strip)

the english teacher

"The way he handled us (in childhood) we used to think that he would become an commander in Army or Police officer but he ended up as an Auditor in a govt firm and is nose-led by his wife."
-Narrator depicting his elder brother.
-Novel: The English Teacher( R.K Narayan)

BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE

have changed my blog-header pic.just like that..for the child-like and amateurness-in-Power-point look of the image , i confess that it's solely my creation...and if it is looking grotesque and offend the aesthetic sense of the reader ;)) , do let me know. I'll try to act accordingly as soon as i come back to this space.....

as for the title, this pic is exactly the change i want to see , uhmmm, in my surroundings..:D:D

AAH se AHA tak

Yesterday morning begins as usual. The alarm rang at 6.00 am exact and i wake up at 6:45 approx .But the new development was the excrutiating pain (ok i am a bit exaggerating, just pain) on my right shoulder and arm....the legend behind this is that the day before yours truly had played Badminton after a long hiatus and the muscles were just showing the aftereffect of that...
The office work was fine but i was not in a great mood .No special reason for that. At times i get such bouts of mood swings.Not my fault, not my fault.the crab is like that only.Now as luck would have it, my mother called me after lunch in office..Generally she calls in the evenings or night after i reach home..
Here is our converstation:
Mummy:hello beta, office mein right??
Me: hii!! haan yaa, office mein hi thi"
Mummy: kaise ho?? surprised!!i just felt like talking to you..
Me: Mummy, i am tired * in an equally exhausted voice*
Mummy: *now serious* kya?? what happened beta??
Me:i am tired, tired of...........
*pause*
Me: i ll be coming ghar(hometown) day after tomorrow ..will talk you then....bye..
Mummy: kya huwa?? achcha office ke baad shaam ko i ll call you, take care ...

After hanging up, i was like "baah, what the $#%& i talk to her??why did i act so melodramatic to her??now she would be worrying..i am such a mood-spoiler"..I could feel the pain on the slight movement of the right arm.My office colleague who sits beside me, had taken leave post-lunch and it was now onto my responsibility to receive his phones as well as we both work on the same module..Only i knew how was i feeling when i hear that cranking sound of phone ringing and the displeasure would surely be noticed in my voice as well....

As i ll be leaving to my hometown there were some shopping that i had to do...with a super-crank mood, i came back,had my tea and rushed to market.Things were not good there too...The tailor from where i have to take my dress was not there at the shop and would be coming in a short while...urrrghh....The deo which i use was out-of-stock/ not available in the shops i asked and so on..after 30 minutes i went back to the boutique with the "do-or-die" attitude and found the him there..got my dress.On the way , stopped at the chaat shop, packed "Panipuri" and "Shahi Samosa"( if you are wondering what was 'shahi' in the samosa then, friends the stuffing was of mixed veg instead of potato and the shape was like half-kachori..even i ate that first time) and come back home....

Now i have this habit(i doubt if there is anyone who dont have) to test the new dress as soon as i get it and analyze it from all angels .But pet-pooja first..So i gorged on the panipuri first and then had the dress-rehersal of the marriage event thati ll be going to attend, for which the dress was purchased. The dress was super-fit ( an unusual case as i seldom get satisfied from the first tailoring and it always go for the alter)..As i was analyzing the dress, the phone rang.It was mummy...
"haan, aur beta kya kar rahe ho??"
"arre mummy, dress try kar rahi thi...aaj hi layi shop se..i wonder if this colour would look good in day-time..par abhi to achchi lag rahi hain..."
i heard her laughing..we didnt discuss the day's conversation..
i think she knows her loony, eccentric child...
after indulging the heavy shahi samosa , i went to bed with a smile...and did i tell you i didnt feel the pain since the moment i ate pani-puri........:))

Random thoughts on marriage n movie

In a next few days i ll be attending a very dear friend's wedding...after that in May there are back-2 back weddings of 2 friends.In the last couple of months, precisely from November onwards, i have attended 2 marriage functions , missed 4 invitations .....It's alwayz been nice to be a part of such a important occasion of life of your friends and it become sheer delight and fun if your other friends would be attending that function too..By 2009 almost all of my friends will be experiencing the marriage bliss.....At times I like this idea of being in a relationship but then i wont hide that committment sometimes scare me a bit.....I think it happens..Grass is always greener at the other side...When single, one wishes to be in relationship and once committed, one dreams of those free days and yearns to go back again...BUT i am sure and hope that all my friends are and will be living the sequel of the stories that end with "Happily thereafter ..."

This weekend got a chance to see the movie "Romancing the Stone "( yeah, yeah the same Michael Douglas one about which there are talks that its sequel will be filmed in India)..I used to swear by the fact that i am a romcom-comedy-reality movies type and action and fantasy films are not my type...But hey, i was there giving a smirk to those witty dialogues of Douglas and gasping in awe at places and grinning ear-to-ear at the funny moments.Meanwhile, my friend commented "He's not that bad yaar...handsome hain" about Douglas...haha, total time-pass stuff and i feel good after seeing the movie..2 hours fully Utilized:)):))

"Kareena Aunty bhi to.........."

There live 2 cute twins in my neighbourhood.They are damn cute and naughty.Just 3 year old girls and they can make you fall in love with them with their sweet innocenct and expressive chats.....So one day they had come at my place and were as usual, as the kids do, looking around the rooms, fiddling around,asking about the new stuff they see ,picking whatever amuses their curiosity et al.

So, just to amuse them and have fun,I asked "lets dance,k".they grinned.The player started playing a slow song to which they showed their displeasure,I changed it quickly and as "Ye ishq hai"(Jab We Met fame) floated in the air ,their feet started tapping and they were charged to scorch the dance floor...Soon one of them instead of dancing started swirling around (errrr i mean swirling become her dance steps)..I tried to stop her saying "mat karo.chakkar aa jayega, bachche....", her reply was enough to make me ROTFL "naiiiiiiiiiiii,Kareena Aunty bhi to aise hi ghoomti hain gaane mein..." :D:D
Hain koi jawaab ab???

CHOKer me!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I m a Choker!! i m labelling myself for the same reasons for which Australia labelled South Africa ( a cricket enthusiast must be knowing what it stands for??)
hmmm, Did God made me that way or what??? As there is no reason to cry over the spilled milk lemme hope that I too shed the tag "Choker" the way Cricket South Africa did .......

suhaana safar aur ye mausam haseen...

Imagine...
Cool breeze running and you on your two-wheeler feeling the touch of the wind in your face.
Trees shedding their old yellow leaves on the road ahead as young leaves mark the season Spring.
Your hair flowing with the wind(if you have left your hair open:)))

A song naturally comes to your lips and you come humming it all the way to office.
Oh, I love this season!!!!!!!!!!

Management Lessons from my maid

My maid has worked for 26 years, or so she proclaims.So here is the gyan I have got from her 'Professionalism' (huhh??) in a year:))

Management Lessons from my maid:

DO's

1) Whenever the employer(M,me) seems angry, not in good mood dont talk much to her instead work hard, clean the gas-stove ,wash the dishes in time and yes when she, the employer reaches from the office be ready with a cup of hot tea.

2) Never directly ask for money/increment.Instead weave the story of how the other employers have increased their maid's salary even though they work less harder than the maid.

3) Never nag/ask for salary on the due date.Money can wait.If the employer is not paying her on time there may be some genuine reasons like she may not be having the ready cash or was forgetting to pay at times.BUT if the delay is prolonged, hit the button and ask directly.

4) Be polite to employer's family.

5) Work is worship.No matter there are temptations to be back in your home and not come to duty, BUT come and work.If taking leave, duly tell the employer with prior notice.

6)Have a heart.Be human.Every employer is a human too so care for your employer.

7) Money is not the most important thing in life BUT it is important.So whenever you feel you deserve it, fight for it.

8) Be resouceful, even if you cant read, be ready to go to the extra mile to get the parcha(note) written by your employer for you read by anyone nearby so that you can act accordingly.

9)Have multiple skills and let your employer know of them or at least have a hint of them.This way your employer can utilize more of you making you indispensable.

10)Look for new oppurtunities.Feel free to show your interest whenever you find one where you can give your inputs and ask for recommendations from your employer if needed....

8th March

HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY TO ALL
"Being a woman is not about some secret guild or elite clique. It’s just knowing deep in your heart that you’re something else, that you have the capacity to amaze and perplex at the same time.
It’s knowing you have the power to create, and nurture, and heal with a single touch or a kind word, and using this power to make a difference.

Here on blah! we wish to celebrate women, not just on the occasion of Woman’s Day, but on all days; women who are comfortable in their own skin; who understand that womanhood has nothing to do with men, who know that feminism is not a movement, but a feeling, a right. We celebrate the joys that they bring into the world. And we celebrate the various roles they play…
She is no more precious to her parents than a son would be to them, and yet, she is different. She balances her own hopes and desires with those her parents have for her. She holds on to her dreams, and at the same time, never lets go of the respect she has for her parents and her family. Life is not always easy for her, and she may not always get what she wants, but she lives it, and how! She is the Daughter.

She wears her uniform proudly. She walks the walk and talks the talk, day in and day out, holding her own in the company of her male peers. She has persevered being passed over for promotions as well as accusations of using her ‘wily’ ways to get ahead. Her superiors have grudgingly come to acknowledge her value, and her subordinates only want her on her way out. But she stands tall, this woman, just the way that the Kiran Mazumdar Shaw’s and the Indra Nooyi’s of the world do. She is the Working Woman.

Her days are the longest. She’s probably the first to rise and hits the bed only after making sure every last sofa cushion is in its place, and every last one of her babies is tucked into bed. She reports for duty from the word ‘Go’ and her levels of patience can be an inspiration in itself. She creates and cares and is ever nurturing, ever preserving. Wife to her husband, mother to her children, and daughter to her in-laws, she slips into every one of these roles with grace. Last, but not the least, she is the Homemaker."
P.S: This mail was forwarded to all the women employees of our department by our Boss..
And I cant help copying this beautiful mail here.

Friend-D Part 2

continued from here.
n I was well the good girl of the neighbourhood and school. Th year she came, our Principal also got changed and a new dynamic Principal took charge.

When we were in Class VIIIth some girls including me n D started a love for Poetry writing and we all used to write poems on a topic in our free periods and then select whose was the best all the time appreciating other's creations.Those were the days!! With time that beautiful habit left me and the diary of my poems locked in the store gathered dust. So when D came back after her stint in Army School...her question to me was "Do you still write?" I shared a smile and from then in free periods the poetesses-in-making rekindled their romance with pen....As I look back, I find that the same question has been asked to me a couple of times by my college friends and seniors whenever we meet in social n/wing sites and I know for sure who started this thread...

That place was a small hilly town, away from the city pollution and exposure but thanks to Cable TV , I had access to MTV which I could watch whenever I could especially when Papa was not around. D had seen more world than me and from that world, she brought me the audio cassettes of Bryan Adams and Bacardi Blast and greatest Romantic Hits.Out of it, my favourite was "Inside Out" and as it was not easy to get the exact words out of the crooning voice of Adams, she had the lyrics wriiten on her diary for me to copy... She told me that words like 'S@#T' ,'f%#k' exists an some more gyan about the other big words.

There is a general tendency that smart girl doesnt make a good home maker.She was just 16-17 like me and I in that age I didnt even know how to fix a button or to make a round chapati (like other good parents my parents too think that this is an age to study and never tried to push me for that nor I had any desire to learn.I was happy with my drawings, magazines,dancing,watching mirror and TV-watching as hobbies) but she used to make her own breakfast as her mother had to leave early to taech at some far-away primary school and on Sundays she had even put Sari-fall on her mother's sarees...She was the ultimate Super-Girl for me..

Before she come, being of the senior class and my serene image(!!)I was one of the students whom younger students look up to.She brought with her the freshness and soon had quite a fan following among the younger students. My old school friends( the 2 who have started feeling uncomfortable in her presence and being the bridge, I was the peace-maker or uncomfortable talk-remover of the group. I remember the sight when in a debate competition(language no bar) she started her points in English and there were smirks and gasps among the competitiors and
the audience..In my new diary of Quotable Quotes, I had written my own new Quote-"Be inspired not jealous"..A reminder to myself to follow...

Class XII ended and yes this time too she leaded me with 5 marks..We ended up in different engineering colleges.My family too moved from that place and due to change in place I could not take her new address but friend that she was, she somehow got my new address and phone number.We were in contact through letters.Yes Letters!!21st century and letters!!! Her college was in Pune and she definitely had good access to internet options but my college being at remote area and no regular internet facility and mobile connection .I had told her that and this way letters were our communication medium.She was a champ and in letters when she used to tell how she managed to become the Runner-Up on Rose Day, I wondered how come she didnt win that.At times she would send me and her other friends hand-made cards on Friendship Day and oh yes a band too.We talked of crushes and semester exams and the frequency reduced with years but didnt vanished.. To her was my last letter addressed and I think hers was the last letter I received till date.

Before I passed out of my college, God had some other plans for her of her another life.
Today she is not here but this I know for sure she lived a life!! leaving cherished moments through old greeting-cards, crumpled letters, old photographs and loving memories......

Friend- D (Part 1)

I have decided long ago that if I write any book there will specially be a chapter about all the people because of whom i am what i am and the title woulde be "Good People that surround Me"..So aptly the label of the book-turned-blog is "Good People that surround Me".
It's the month of March and around me I hear conversations with words like "Women's Day" so I decided to look back at all the beautiful angel souls that touched my heart .Among them was a face which now is just a memory; it was of D.
When I was in Class VIth I moved to a bigger school in the same town.In the previous school I was among the Top-3 and a member of the elite dance group that always win all the district level dance competitions of its category.With her it was not a first day friendship.Infact till Class VIIIth we were just OK sort of friends, more competitors..In the Annual Exams we both were IInd in the class,same to same grand total!!We had Kunwar Sir, our Maths teacher who used to oil the competency in the class so that we can improve.He used all "Saam, Daam, Dand, Bhed" and expected us to know all the Maths formulae in finger-tips.Those were the days!!! By Class IXth all the 10 girls of my batch leave that school for various reasons.She moved to Udhampur with her Armyman father. I was all alone but soon with new admissions there were 2 more girls in my class and then I got bust with the Boards and all. Kunwar Sir was still there and when Board results came he managed to know how D and another of my class-mate N who had moved to better school in bigger city had fared and conveyed it to me..D this time was 2 marks ahead of me but Kunwar Sir reasoned that you have fared better respective of the teching conditions... I was nonchalent about that.I was happy for myself.
In Class XIIth she came back to the town.Her maternal grand-parents and Mummy used to live there.I still dont know the exact reasons why she came back there leaving the good Army School. but was happy to see her again.She had grown more beautiful.I forgot to tell you that she had big, beautiful eyes and living in the best environ of Army School has given her exposure and moulded her in a confident,English-speaking girl....
(to be continued..)

Jai Ho...!!!!!!

Rehman bought glory to India sweeping 2 OSCARS..:)):))
n India based "SlumDog Millionaire' bagged 8 out of 10 nominated awards and 'Smile Pinki" bagged the Oscars for Best Documentary..
n it was good to know that finally after 5 earlier nominations Kate 'Rose' Winslet win the Oscar. Since ""Hugh Jackman"" presented the show, I am planning to see a glimpse of the show tonight at Star Movies.Where else but at rich n benign friend's place:))!!!!
edited to add: Freida Pinto is one lucky girl..She 's going places,really, in all the Red Carpets of the world....Great yaa.. * with sigh and wish*

9 reasons why I dont miss TV

It just come to my mind that I have almost completed 2.10 years of my existence without TV (Occasional visits tohome and others's residence where i control the remote are excused)!!!I have sparsed my college days from this time-period as there I always had an option to watch TV in common-room.
So here I reason why I dont miss TV:
1) Absence of TV from my surroundings made me discover the oh-so-cool Radio.Yes, the 10 months I spent in Delhi were passed listening to the sound-waves at the frequency of 91.2 FM,93.5 FM and et al and even today i miss the scintillationg voice of Sayema from one station presenting old hindi songs and the husky sound of Nitin from the other.** Luckily I just discover that in my current place too, radio signals catch in my mobile**
2) No TV,no time-waste. I can clean my room without a second thought that I may miss a scene from any serial or a clip of new video.
3) I can read, literally.When I was young( I mean in my teens,it sounds so loooong time back;(( ) I used to convince my mother that I CAN read while watching TV.Now, do I have to reveal the truth to you??:) So last couple of years I had quite a time to read what I want and what is required..
4) I get time to call old friends and talk to them at length without my eyes glued to some "Idiot Box".
5) I can go anywhere I want to in the evening or in other words, can socialize.
6) Oh I just realized I can use my evening time to learn Table-Tennis in the club as well!!!
7) I dont need TV when music can be accessed from MP3 players,mobiles ,ipod and your neighbours place:)).
8) I can write, ahemm, think of writing at least..
9) Last but not the least,I am blessed with *RICH* friends who own TV and are *BENIGN* enough to hand me the remote when I visit them once in a while.So I get up-to-date with the latest offerings of Bollywood, the sole reason of my TV viewing:))

This day, every year

"You can’t hurry love

No, you just have to wait

You have to trust, give it time

No matter how long it takes!!"

Office-Office

The company for which I work has separate units for engineering,admin and manufacturing.There are strict security norms followed in the engineering and manufacturing units.For going to manufacturing unit we had to get a Red-Pass issued from our Senior and our Company I-Card which is checked by the Security guards at the manufacturing gate.

On a fine day, as I had to go to the manufacturing unit for some work I get my Red-Pass signed by my senior and start searching hurriedly in my hand-bag.(On a side note ,unluckily I had forgot to bring my I-Card that day.Careless me!).So there I was, standing beside my desk and looking for my I-Card in my bag.
My senior: "What happened??"
Me:"It seems I have forgot to bring my I-Card,sheesh!"(still searching in my bag)
My senior: "haah, Girls carry so bade-bade bags but dont carry necessary items!! hahaha"
Me: :-

Book Review: The White Tiger

It would have been a great pleasure to write any movie-review but since these days I am living in a haven devoid of these materialistic pleasures,I found solace in the once-declared-and-now-forgotten-friends i.e; books.

This year Booker Prize Winner "The White Tiger" ahs been creating waves and I felt so lucky to receive it, so what if in e-book format.;))

The book open in royal fashion, with the narrator, the white tiger, writing a letter to Chinese Premier.As the pages unfurled, you get a peep in to the real India,DARKNESS as referred by the narrator.The pages depict corruption,paucity,dishonesty,fear,filth,everything negative with a big N. But the sheer way, the writer binds the reader each night of his letter-writing is impulsive.

The reader, at times, feel disillusioned about the brightening India theory but then it also shows the determination & strength of will of Balram Halwai to be a master, the master of his destiny.

Dont know if it should have won the Booker Prize as it shows the country in not-so-good light, but then here comes the freedom of Expression which India stands for. Good novel, not bulky and easy to read small paragraphs.

As a first time novelist,great work by Aravind Adiga.The lack of flowery prose is made up by gripping thoughts and descriptions of narration. There are references to casteist politics, corruption at even school-level and everything wrong.

Makes a compelling read.You will feel hard-hitted by the description of the country in this novel but then you cant deny it, for sure.

Rehna Tu....Hain Jaise Tu

Rehna Tu....
Hain Jaise Tu
Thoda sa dard tu
Thoda Sukoon....
Tujhe badalna naa chahu
Ratti bhar bhi sanam..........
n so goes the melodious voice of Rehman from my music system and there i get transported to an altogether different world.Especially the flute playing in between the song gives it a very pious feeling.
Rehman, you rule!!!!
n oh the lyrics just talk about the "perfect" love.Does it exist????

Playing Tags

Picked this tag all by myself:)) to check my rapid-fire quotient ...

I am: a fun-loving person.

I think: of going to an exotic place someday.

I know: I am capable of doing anything only when i shun my laziness and pre-conceived notions.

I want: a happy life.

I have:N-73 :D my biggest purchase till date;))

I wish:I can travel anytime,anywhere with anybody i want to.

I hate:right now, and most of the time, nothing or nobody specific.Ther are times when I dont like something or someone but no I dont 'hate' anybody.

I miss: not being connected to orkut or internet everytime.

I fear:of not being attached to people who matters to me and not getting loved back.

I feel: good about myself.

I hear: umm, Masakali, (arre the latest song) in my head:)) .

I smell:of freshly-prepared tea at my desk.

I search: for something meaningful and blissful in a relationship.

I wonder: why i am so confused at times.

I regret:not being a part of travel tales my friends share with me .

I love:myself .

I ache: why right things dont happen to good people.

I care:for my near and dear ones.

I am not: as cow-like as some fellows think.

I believe: in God.

I dance: when i am in mood.

I sing: everytime.There's always a song playing in my head.

I cry : when things goes terrible.

I don’t always: buy things on impulse and later i regret for the same.

I fight :no, i used to fight my brother when we were young in typical WWF fashion but these days no.I get angry at times but dont fight .

I write: so that i can pour whatever i want to and keep my thoughts flowing.

I win:most of the times when comes to current affairs:) and movies.

I lose:my cool at times when things dont go my way, the right way. .

I never: drive above 60 km/hr ;D

I always: try to be positive.

I confuse: at big times.

I listen: to anythat i found interesting.

I can usually be found: reading some book or magzine.

I am scared:of nothing as such but would never listen ghost stories at night:).

I need:people around me at times.I feel lonely at times:(( .

I am happy about:the songs that i loaded in my mobile yesterday .

A beginning

"A beginning" this is what i call my first attempt of writing 'on-line'...
"An ongoing journey" this is what i think of my undertaking this arena...
"A bliss" this is what i feel of pouring my heart n soul in colourful words...
Hope the journey continues and keep inviting me to move forward with more exuberance....