Friday, 24 December 2010

Of Santa & Secret Santa

It’s Christmas time again and I can sense it with all of the Christmas decoration around me. Even my team’s cubicle in office is decorated with a nice Christmas tree, balloons and other decorative stuff. And the excitement is evident not just because everybody is celebrating Christmas but because it’s the time for homemade wine and cake from my big boss and also , since this time our team (which has inflated to a good 100 + from last year’s 30s) is celebrating “ Secret Santa” and people are more excited about getting gifts from their respective secret Santa then gifting one to their “ secret child” ( no, no it’s not what you are thinking , it’s supposed to be the person whom you are secret Santa to ;) ). And I was secret Santa to a guy whom I didn’t know. So while rest of the people were playing guessing game by giving different clues to their secret child I was just sitting clueless about what to do and what to give. Finally i bought a coffee mug for the guy along with some mints. BTW this entire exercise was fun for at least some of the people as they get some or the other gift almost every day along with some puzzles to find out who their secret Santa was (except for me :(). So today when everybody reached office they either found some gifts in their desk or some puzzles to solve to get the gifts from their respective Santa and again I got none. I checked my desk, drawer and my mailbox from time to time with no success. And then when I lost hope and about to go home, I finally got my gift :) . It was a cute bunny and I loved it:) . Though I still don’t know who my secret Santa but then that’s the beauty of it!!

P.S: Saw two people (from different teams) dressed up as Santa (with their beard on too) smoking at smoking zone! Be careful Santa ;) .

Monday, 13 December 2010

A tale of two distressed souls

After my daily purchase of vegetables and milk I collected my bags from the guard who manages the baggage counter of Reliance Fresh. He passed a smile to me and i returned it. No, no it is not a love story in making ;) in fact it’s a signature for “sorry” which we give to each other whenever we meet. It all started one fateful day when i was in a very foul mood. I had a terrible day and one of my colleagues was accompanying me after office. We went to Reliance fresh (with me cribbing as usual) when the guard (i think he replaced the other guard the same day) stopped my colleague asking for his laptop bag. He told the guard that his laptop, wallet and everything else is inside and that he don’t find it safe to leave it there. Even after a lot of persuasion from our side the guard was still adamant. Finally my colleague left the bag with him. Now it was my turn. I was just carrying a handbag with my Tiffin, cell phone, money and OTHER stuff inside. He asked me to leave it at the counter and that was it. I bluntly replied that shall i take my money in my hand leaving my bag there. He didn’t say anything and i started to move inside. He shouted that i cannot take it inside as it has Tiffin boxes and i shouted back saying that do i look like a thief. My colleague interrupted saying that if he want he can check my bag once i am leaving the store. I said i won’t give my bag for checking , since no rule says that you cannot take your handbag inside the store. I just barged inside the shop and the guard followed me shouting. I turned back and then i said which i shouldn’t have said at all and which I regret till now “Shut up”in full volume and then he shouted back “ kya boli, phir bol” . My colleague and other guard on duty inside the store acted as pacifiers. My colleague took the guard outside and started pacifying him. And the guard inside the store started pacifying me with both saying the same thing to the guard and myself “He/ She had a terrible day at work today and he/she is in a very foul mood. We are sorry from their side, hope you will understand” . And yes, we understood. So much so that the very next day when i visited the store again (and was actually very embarrassed of my last day’s behaviour) and met each other we just exchanged a warm smile without uttering any word. Till now i don’t have enough courage to go up to him and say “sorry “for my behaviour that day but I know for sure that he has forgiven me and that i can in his smile and perhaps he in mine .

Monday, 6 December 2010

What's cooking : Carrot Halwa ;)

Winters remind me of the only thing which I love most of this weather and that is “Gaajar ka halwa” .Usually I used to be at home during winters and relish the delicacy made by my mom .Though, my mom would only make it if and only if we (i.e. the children) grate the carrots and the reward was the one who will grate the most will get the biggest portion ;). Obviously , no one used to do it apart from me as my siblings believed that their outdoor activities are more worth then that (That’s also one of the reason of my being more on a “ chubbier”(obviously I myself won’t accept my being fat ;)) side.

So, this weekend I tried it for the first time all by myself. BTW, it’s better be called as “carrot halwa” as I made it out of orange carrots instead of the red one , as you rarely get red carrot here in Bangalore(BTW , I never knew that they call it Delhi carrot over here ;)). This recipe is for bachelors like me ;), who can make it with least resources (like processor, oven, proper pans and all) and in least possible time.

So, let’s start cooking ;)

Ingredients:

Carrots, half kg (enough for 4 people if you eat desserts like dessert ;))
2 teaspoon ghee
½ ltrs. Milk
Almonds, Raisins and Cardamom
1\4 can of milkmaid (It’s very difficult to get Khoya here so I used milkmaid instead)
Sugar (“ Swaadanusaar” by that I mean , put some sugar and then taste if it’s fine if not add more and if it’s more then of course sweets are supposed to be “ Sweet”;))

Method:
Grate the carrot (preferably use a processor else you will find yourself with Band-Aids in most of the fingers ;)) and put the milk to boil along with some cardamom. Boil some water and soak almonds and raisin in it. Then, heat the ghee in a thick bottomed pan (preferably a kadhai) and put the grated carrots in it. Stir the mixture until water is dried up, and then add the milk to it. Peel the almonds and slice it and add it along with raisins to the mixture. Cook over medium heat and stir the mixture occasionally to prevent any sticking till 3/4th milk gets dried up. Add sugar and again stir the mixture till milk starts drying up. At this point add milkmaid and stir the mixture to prevent any sticking. Once all the milk has dried up keep it aside, decorate with dry fruits and serve it hot.

Thursday, 25 November 2010

Donate With Dignity

I looked at my college sweatshirt and again that nostalgia occurred which occurs almost every time I take it out of the box. Memories, I tell you, don’t let you leave so many things and the result is my box full of clothes, which I haven’t worn since ages and probably won’t ever wear again. There was my college sari which I didn’t let my mom give it to our maid. A grey scarf, which I used to wear in school. A jacket for which I and my sister fought almost every day, since my uncle just got one as a gift and mom asked us to share it among our self ;) . My favorite kurta which I got from my first salary and cannot wear anymore as it doesn’t fit me. My mom’s handmade sweater with a doll holding an umbrella, which I had worn since I was in class 12th and now cannot wear because it’s never so cold here in Bangalore. I would have almost closed the box once again but this time I decided not to. How long can you clutch them and not let go. Probably this is the time to part. I ironed them and put it in a bag and wrote “ Goon j “ on the top.

Every year just before Diwali, my office administration sends a mail to all the employees asking them to donate generously to “Goonj” not in cash but clothes. The mail is always titled as “Donate with Dignity” meaning donate only those clothes which can be used by somebody, not the one which are torn and almost unusable. Goonj had been founded by Anshu Gupta. The NGO collects clothes through various channels, sort them, mend / repair them and then dispatch them based on geographical and cultural need. Torn clothes are used for making various things like school bags, mats, baby sheets, undergarments and even sanitary napkins.

You can find more information on their website http://www.goonj.org

When I was young, I and my sister used to wait for my aunt (my dad’s elder sister) to visit us. She had three daughters (all elder to us) and used to bring their clothes (since they used to outgrow them almost every year). We used to get almost new and stylish clothes (as my cousins were in their teens and used to be our role models right from dressing to almost everything else ;)) and would be very happy. So, this time when I opened my box I decide to keep the memories and distribute the happiness. I decided to “ Donate” , “ Donate with Dignity” .

Saturday, 13 November 2010

So what if you don't have a man?

Read it in today's TOI and really really liked this article. So ,i decided to put it in my blog .

Disclaimer : This works is a production of " The Times of India" . This article is work of the writer of column for TOI.

Are you SAS( Single, Attractive, successful)?Or a woman of a certain age (i.e. Middle) on the verge of a nervous breakdown? Because whoever you are and whatever state you'r in , surly you occasionally feel that other woman have it easier. Married women look at single friends and think " Lucky cow. All that room in the bed and no arguments about remote control". singletons gets frustrated by turning up to the parties alone and wondering who'll look after them when they are ill . Mothers feel torn to pieces, pulled every which way by their kids , work and partner- if they have one. The childless hit their late 30s and get a yen for teeny socks and plastic toys.The truth is no one's life is perfect. No woman has it completely easy Not even Kelly Brook , and she's well , Kelly Brook. As radiant as young Liz Taylor and , as of now, free and single. But even Kelly must have moments of self doubt . She gets slated enoughto bring on: for being able to hold on to a man(she's only 30) and for taking her clothes off for playboy. Kelly, though seems to be doing all right. She's canny enough to concentrate on her carrer when it looks like it going place . Then there are women like Jennifer Anitson , Kylie Minouge, Cameron Diaz . The se women are doing fantastically well. They are beautiful, successful, happy and have preety good love-lives. They are not all in relationships , but so what? They have been, with some gorgeous men , and will be again.

But it seems every famous woman, no matter what how fantastic , is still defined by certain things . How she looks . And if she is settled down and spawned. But can't a woman be herself, whether or not she's ticked certain conversational boxes?Famous women are , by definition, successful:they would't be famous otherwise. So horray for them . They shoud crow about theit luck , not be glum over their sad lives. Bexause that's allit is , really , Luck. Some people are lucky enough to meet a life partner, some have children ; some are born beautiful;some make right carrer choices.

Why aren't women allowed to concentrate on the good things in life , rather than where we've supposdly fallen short? You are not a failure if you don't have it all . You are human , that's much more intresting. Relish the joy in our lives and stop picking over the rest.


Courtesy : The Times of India, Bangalore Times,13-Nov-2010.

Saturday, 6 November 2010

Lemon Fresh on Diwali

Wish you all a very Happy diwali!I hope you all have celebrated with bursting lots of crackers , putting up colorful rangoli at your place , doing pooja and ofcourse stuffing lot of sweets( i don't want to feel guilty all alone , so please say yess!). As for me, i didn't celebrated much as i was alone at home . My roomie went home and my sister has office ( thanks to the great "O" of outsourcing). I did perform Pooja , cleaned the house , decorated it , lit my place with diyas , candles and light . Alas , all alone:(.

But in the morning i visited my cousins's place . It was her son's naming ceremony. My cousin and her husband are new to Bangalore and still setting up the place.They however arranged for the priest , but he knew very little hindi and english, so most of the pooja actually happened with sign languages ;) . After the pooja it was time to put the boy's name. And the alphabet was "V" . My cousin and her husband being an "IT" couple has already taken the help of Kundali software and has come up with their own version of kundali and the letter which the kundali has suggested was different from "V" . So when the priest asked them to suggest three names starting with "v" , they asked him to wait for a while and started googling(IT couple right!) :P. They started reading name mentioned in the site one by one to take everybody's opinion. One word was " Vishnu" to which the priest exclaimed " Achha" , " God Vishnu" " good name" . My cousin said that it's good but they want to put a little modern name.The priest replied immediately " Vishnu Vardhana"!!! Another word came up " Videsh" , again the priest said "Good " " foreign jaayega" !!!.Few other words were too common , too oldfashioned and sometimes too girlish ;) . Few of the comic suggestions were" Virappan" and "Villian". After half an hour of struggle , they put it as "Vivaan" . Parents were happy, we were happy , Baby Vivaan also seemed happy and ofcourse the priest too was happy after we told him that "Vivaan" stands for lord Krishna! So, i think that the key take away from this "Lemon Fresh" (Sorry for using such a technical phrase! i work in IT you know !!) was that when you are expecting child , atleast pick up 3 names each from all of the alpahbets for both boys and girls ( as Sex determination is illegal and you should respect the law but also let there be a bit of surprise ;)). Lets welcome little " Vivaan" and wish him all the best for his future.

Monday, 1 November 2010

Confession of a confused soul :(

So i am back again and this time it's a good two months . It's never like i didn't want to write or that i am too busy with things. It's just that i felt a bit lost somewhere . Lets call it an introspection phase. Where you know that you are thinking about something but you are clueless about it. Confused?? Yes me too . So what i did in this introspection phase ? Well, i did think about where i have been,where i am and where i would be? Then read it somewhere that past is something which is long lost and future in unpredictable so just live in the present.So,my introspection zeroed down to my present and it's surly not like" everyday is a gift and that's why you call it present :P".

My present starts with an early morning ,where i always think about getting up @5 AM sharp to go to gym.But getting up realising that i am just not only too late for gym but also for catching office cab.Almost running to catch the bus and making all neighbours realise how good a sprinter i am( or for some " how can she be so late always) i catch the cab with " you are always late " glance from co-passengers.Then spending a fifth of a day travel to work and eating my heart out at breakfast(Eating always is a great stress buster). Reaching my desk and thinking about the last day argument(oops discussion) with boss,career path discussion with HR , a little serious discussion about " how i would like to put my energy on some other project which intrests me" discussion with big boss,his big no and my hopeless walk to my desk, where i am sitting just now. Then start doing something which i probably won't like but can't resist too and if i still want to do share all this grief online then wait.. blogger has been banned and so does the rest of " SOS" social sites.A few cribbing here and there @ lunch, tea and way back home.Shop my heart out on mood enhancing but self esteem reducing foods.Hogging on them while answering my roomies questions on being a "little chubby". Answriing my mom's calls too asking for an introspection again for current phase of life. Diverting mind off to idiot box or shall i say ekta kapoor box and realising that it's just adding more pain to my wounds.Switching off to facebook , further sneekingg into other's life and thinking if it could be mine ( when the truth is that they would be thinking the same).Desparate to pour out my emotion vsomewhere and here i am penning it down @1.30 in night . knowing for sure that i would be getting up late tomorrow again , missing gym and henceforth.

Confused .. so am i! Wish to be more regular at this space i hope i could.

Thursday, 2 September 2010

Lemon Fresh from Office

It was just another grim meeting of project when our PM asked (in hindi) one of the team member about a deliverable which has to be sent yesterday. Our dear friend, who has learnt Hindi through few of his Hindi speaking friends and some typical Mumbai masala films and who still need to be corrected for his improper use of nouns , pronouns and rest of grammar, replied “diya na main kal tere ko, tere mailbox me atak gaya hoga ”. This one liner caused a red sheen on my PM’s cheek, a screwed smile on our face and a proud expression on my dear friend’s face who just replied to his PM’s question in Hindi. :P

Monday, 30 August 2010

After A While



It’s been a long time since I have written over here (almost two months!). I almost missed to write about so many things, my blog’s first birthday (Yes, it’s almost a year since I have started writing yippee!) and also my birthday (and I realized that I am growing old), movie which I wanted to see so much (Eclipse), my shift to a flat (after spending almost 2 yrs in a PG) and my first trip to States. Phewww… the one thing which has really taken a lot of time was house hunting (and I think it deserve a separate post, which I will write soon) and then making house a home. But now I decided to be regular here and I am all set for that, just wishing Mr. Balaji to fix my broadband connection soon so that I can start scribing again ;)

Friday, 2 July 2010

Confession of a Tea-a-holic II : Adieu

From today I am not receiving my favorite tea at my desk because my company decided to cancel the contract for handmade tea and coffee and replace it with much popular (and criticized) machine tea and coffee. Yesterday was the last day of “Mallesh bhaiyya (the person who serves tea on our floor)” and he gave the last handmade tea to us by telling that tomorrow he is leaving for Kerala (his native) .It was a very nostalgic moment as he was the one serving tea to us from past so many years. He will serve tea to us at 9.30 in the morning (as if telling us to leave early morning laziness and start working) and at 3 in the evening (awakening us from the after lunch syndrome). Requests for an extra cup of tea or special tea (without sugar or coffee with less milk) were seldom entertained.A few health conscious people would give their green tea bags and honey to him and he will provide special tea at your desk. He knew the preferences of everybody in the floor , whether it’s tea for me, coffee for Mr. Narasimhan , badam milk for Anil or boost for Vishnu . If you are suffering from common cold, he will give you a cup of piping hot milk so that you can add turmeric to it and drink. Yesterday was his last day (and so was the last day of my fav brew) and we gave him farewell by gifting him a shirt and a watch. His place has been taken by a glitzy coffee machine, which serves you a variety of coffee like cappuccino, espresso and latte (which most of the time tastes the same) but serves you a tea which is too frothy and too western. I so much missed my ginger tea and coffee drinkers missed their typical south Indian filter coffee.

Today morning I too joined the queue (which was never there earlier) in the pantry for getting tea and saw everybody giving same disappointed looks to the coffee machine. Everybody was missing the smiling face of Mallesh Bhaiyaa, his warm “Good Mornings “and also their favorite brew. Today, I realized that technology comes with certain disadvantages too and some things can never be replaced by machine. You can replace the entity but you can’t replace emotions.

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Why Women are Complicated

Got this forward and couldn't resist to put it here.



PS: I strongly oppose "women being complicated" ;) What's your say ??

Friday, 11 June 2010

The FIFA Fever

I could see the world cup fever catching up from the month start. Newspapers started with a world cup special page and even my favorite page 3 papers were not spared with it. My inbox started receiving world cup forwards whether it’s the schedule, top players or link to websites catering to the world cup news and I faithfully forwarded them across( so that I can delete them and relieve my inbox with space crunch) . Alas, people mistook my sending FIFA forwards to them as my being an ardent football fan and I got more forwards back. Sorry going back to the football fever conversation, as soon as the K’naan’s ‘waving song’ soundtrack was released I could hear it all across my office bay (as ringtones) and also as dialer tones(though I should confess that I love this song!!). Today (being Friday a casual wear day), I could see people wearing different team’s jersey to show their support to teams. My friends asked me which team I am supporting ? Which obviously I took as most embarrassing question as I rarely know which team play better apart from some famous few like Brazil or Argentina(which I think everybody would be supporting ;) . Hence, to be on a safe side I replied Greece (Nop , I really like Greece as Greek man are considered most handsome ;) ) . As if this question was not enough they asked me who my favorite player is. Gotcha!!! . Now, this was more embarrassing then the first question. I know only few players like Beckham (who is not playing), Zidane(who I think is retires now) and Ronaldo( God knows if he is still there :| ).Thankfully somebody took the conversation to some other track and I was spared. Coming back to my bay I can see people leaving early so as to get some beers and catch up with the first match today. This weekend, outings (if any) are surly going to be in some sports bar. Anyways, I have decided to follow this world cup devotedly (so that I can answer some basic question at least). Though I don’t have any favorite team as yet but I just wish that the best team wins.



At last the final words before the world cup begins :)

Give me freedom, give me fire, give me reason, take me higher
See the champions, take the field now, you define us, make us feel proud
In the streets are, exaliftin , as we lose our inhibition,
Celebration its around us, every nation, all around us

Singin forever young, singin songs underneath that sun
Lets rejoice in the beautiful game.
And together at the end of the day.

WE ALL SAY

When I get older I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom Just like a wavin’ flag
And then it goes back
And then it goes back
And then it goes back
- K'Naan


Pic courtesy :eazysong.blogspot.com

Tuesday, 1 June 2010

Different Faces of love

Read news in TOI sometime back about a grandmother becoming a surrogate for her daughter’s baby. But, I am not talking about surrogacy or the ethical issues involving that in my post here. It is about unconditional love between the daughter and her husband. The lady has been born without a uterus. This doesn’t deter her husband (then a lover) to marry her especially in a community where bearing a child is considered to be your foremost duty.

The second one, (which again I read in TOI) is about a guy who discovers that he has cancer just few months before his marriage. He undergoes treatment for cancer while his friends speculated about his marriage, especially, since it was only months (as it was an arranged alliance) that they know each other and have started chatting. But to everybody’s surprise the guy told them that the girl insists on marrying him despite his denial after his cancer episode and want him to go for sperm banking.
But then every story doesn’t have a happy ending. The one which I am writing about happened to one of my known. She was engaged and about to get married when one day while on her way back home she got strangled in the bus door and came under the bus. She was saved though she lost one of her leg. While she was lying unconscious in the hospital, oblivious to the fact that she has lost her leg, her to be in-laws and fiancée didn’t waste a single moment to cancel the marriage.

I never thought of putting this incident over here. But these two columns which I read in newspaper sometime back, forced me to write about it. I see her sometimes and wish to tell her not to worry about people from her past, there’s a reason why they didn’t make it to your future.Perhaps they are just not worth it.Love deserves respect and you somebody better.

Wednesday, 26 May 2010

Alcohorscope : Your Drinking Personality

Got this as a forward this morning and thought will share it with all my blog buddies. This post tells you your expected behaviour(based on your sunsign) after you get drunk ;) . Check this out :->

ARIES : Drinking style: Impulsive Aries people like to party and sometime sdon't know when to call it a night. Their competitive streak makes them prone to closing-time shot contests. They're sloppy, fun drunks, and they get mighty flirty after a couple tipples. Getting Aries people drunk I sa good way to get what you want out of them, should other methods fail. Aries can become bellicose when blotto, but they will assume that whatever happened should be forgiven (if not forgotten) by sunrise. They can be counted on to do the same for you -- so long as you haven't gone and done anything really horrible to them last night, you sneaky Gemini.

TAURUS Drinking style : Taurus prefers to drink at a leisurely pace, aiming for a mellow glow rather than a full-on zonk. Since a truly intoxicated Taurus is a one-person stampede, the kind of bull-in-a-china-shop inebriate who spills red wine on white carpets and tells fart jokes to employers, the preference for wining and dining (or Bud and buddies) to body shots and barfing is quite fortunate for the rest of us. This is not to say thatthe Bull is by any means a teetotaler -- god, no. A squiffy Taurus will get, er, gregarious (full of loud mouth soup, some would say) and is extremely amusing to drag to a karaoke bar when intoxicated.

GEMINI Drinking style : Gemini’s can drink without changing their behavior much-- they're so naturally chatty and short-attention-spanned that it's just hard to tell sometimes. They can amaze you by conversing with finesse and allusion, then doing something to belie an extremely advanced state of intoxication, like puking in your shoe. Gemini’s possess the magic ability to flirt successfully (and uninfuriatingly, which is very tricky) with several people at once. They like to order different cocktails every round -- repetition is boring -- and may create a theme (like yellow drinks: beer, sauvignon blanc and limoncello) for their own amusement.


CANCER Drinking style : Cancer is a comfort drinker -- and an extra wine with dinner or an after-work beer or six can be extra comforting, can't it, Cancer darling? Like fellow water signs Scorpio and Pisces, Crabs must guard against lushery. Cancers are brilliant at ferreting out secret parties and insinuating themselves on VIP lists -- and, in true Hollywood style, Cancers are never really drunk; instead, they get "tired and emotional" (read: weepy when lubricated). But there’s nothing better than swapping stories (and spit) over a few bottles of inky red wine with your favorite Cancer. Even your second-favorite Cancer will do. The sign also rules the flavor vanilla, and you'd be adored if you served up a vanilla vodka and soda.

LEO Drinking style : Leo likes to drink and dance -- they're often fabulous dancers, and usually pretty good drinkers as well, losing their commanding dignity and turning kittenish. Of course, they're quite aware they're darling -Leos will be Leos, after all. They generally know their limit, probably because they loathe losing self-control. When they get over-refreshed, expect flirting to ensue -- and perhaps not with the one what rung them. But Leo's not the type to break rules even when drunk, so just try to ignore it (try harder, Cancer) and expects a sheepish (and hung over) Lion to make it up to you the next day.

VIRGO Drinking style : Cerebral Virgos are compelled to impose order onto their bender. Their famously fussy quest for purity could lead to drinking less than other signs, sure --but it could also lead to drinking booze neat, to sucking down organic wine or just to brand loyalty. They rarely get fully shellacked -- but, oh, when they do! Virgo's controlled by the intellect, but there’s an unbridled beast lurking within, and they let it loose when walloped. It's dead sexy (and surprisingly unsloppy). As one Virgo friend used to declare, "I'm going to drink myself into a low-level of intelligence tonight." A toast to the sub genius IQ!

LIBRA Drinking style : "I'm jusht a social drinker," slurs Libra, "it's jusht that I'm so damn social?" Libra loves nothing more than to party, mingle and relate to everyone. Whether dipped in favor of Good Libra (with Insta-Frienddevice set to "on") or heavier on the Evil Libra side (they are little instigators when bored), the Scales can really work a room. Charming as they are, Libras are notoriously lacking in self-control, however, which can get them into all sorts of trouble --including wearing their wobbly boots waaaay too early in the evening, flirting with every man/woman in the roomor even blacking out the night's events entirely. Oops!

SCORPIO Drinking style : Don't ever tell Scorpios they've had enough, for they’ll smirk at you and quietly but intentionally keep tippling till they're hog-whimpering drunk, out of 100-proof spite. Scorpios like to drink, and screw you if you have a problem with that. Most of them seethe sauce as something to savor in itself, and not asa personality-altering tool -- though if depressed, self-loathing Scorps seek total obliteration. But generally, they're fascinating drinking pals, brilliant conversationalists and dizzying flirts. They also remember everything -- especially what you did when you were blitzed. Only drink with a Scorpio who likes you.

SAGITTARIUS Drinking style : In vino veritas -- and, for Sagittarius, in booze blurtiness: When buttered, they'll spill all your secrets and many of their own. Tactlessness aside, Sagittarius is just plain fun to drink with. This is a sign of serious partying (what else would you expect from the sign of Sinatra, Keith Richards, the Bush twins and Anna Nicole Smith?). They're the people who chat up everyone in the room, then persuade the entire crowd to travel somewhere else -- like a nightclub, or a playground, or Cancun. Good-natured hijinks are sure to ensue (including a high possibility of loopy groping; spontaneous Sag is a brilliant booty call).

CAPRICORN Drinking style : Capricorn is usually described as practical, steadfast, money-hungry and status-thirsty -- no wonder they get left off the astrological cocktail-party list. But this is the sign of David Bowie and Annie Lennox, not to mention Elvis. Capricorn is the true rock star: independent, powerful and seriously charismatic, not too eager to please. And if they make money being themselves, who’re you to quibble? But just like most rock stars, they’re either totally on or totally off, and they generally need a little social lubricant to loosen up and enjoy the after party, especially if they can hookup with a cute groupie.

AQUARIUS Drinking style : Aquarius and drinking don't go together that well(except for water, that is). They have an innate tendency toward know-it-allism, and if they get an idea while sizzled, they're more stubborn than a stain or a stone. If they're throwing a party or organizing an outing, however, they're too preoccupied with their duties to get combative -- and they make perfectly charming drunks in that case. Fortunately, they’re usually capital drink-nursers. They also make the best designated drivers (if you can get them before they start raising their wrist):Aquarius is fascinated by drunk people and capable of holding interesting conversations with soused strangers while sober.

PISCES Drinking style : If you're a Pisces, you've probably already heard that you share a sign and an addictive personality --with Liz Taylor, Lisa Minnelli and Kurt Cobain. Not only do Pisces like to lose themselves in the dreamy, out-there feeling that only hooch can give, but they build up a mighty tolerance fast. Who needs an expensive date like that? On the other hand, they’re fabulously enchanting partners, whether in conversation or in crime. With the right Pisces, you can start out sharing a pitcher of margaritas and windup in bed together for days. The phrase "addictive personality" can be read two ways, you know. ...


Disclaimer: Got it as a forward, so don't know the source of this post.But whosoever is the author , kudos to him.


BTW it's my 50th post. Cheers to blogging !!!!

Monday, 17 May 2010

Indian Male and Teamwork: A Psychoanalysis

Damn, it still sounds like many of the presentations which I make everyday. I thought about a lot of names for this post (which includes “Psychoanalysis of Indian male and its association with team work” . Ha, that sounds like some typical, complicated and out of the world stuff) and zeroed on this and I promise, that it is not that complicated to understand as it sounds ;) . Please, bear with me.

Read this in “India Unbound “by Gurcharan Das and found very interesting. It’s about poor teamwork prevalent in Indian society that time (Somewhere around mid 50s).One of the probable reason explained by one of the psychologist was:


It begins with the Indian bride, who is not fully accepted in her husband’s home until she produces a male child. She is so grateful when a son is born that she indulges him to excess. As the boy grows up, he remains close to the mother and distant from the father. The end result is that boy grows up narcissistic and has a weak ego. He is less comfortable on his own. He needs appreciative, older, hierarchical figures, even late in his professional life. His relationship tends to be vertical and ‘control oriented’, and he is not good at forming horizontal, cooperative relationships with his peers. This translates into poor teamwork.
But since, Indian society is changing. More woman are working , and there is less time to overindulge the male child ; so perhaps there is hope that the Indian male will grow up with a healthier ego and be a better team player.

How was that? Interesting analysis right? I think that can be one reason (obviously apart from their hard work) of finding women at top in the corporate ladder nowadays and their being a good team player. ;). An era of suppression and discrimination had actually made us a good team player ;)

Friday, 14 May 2010

Happy Weekend

It’s going to be a long weekend. Friends are out to attend colleague’s wedding, out of the town to meet friends or simply working on the weekend. My sister, who always complains about not spending enough time (which includes our different office timings and different holidays in week) with her, informed me that she is also working on the weekend. Poor me then decided to turn up to my best friend for life, which has always given me a shoulder to lean upon in solitude.

Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers. ~Charles W. Eliot

Books truly are our best friends and I have a huge backlog to cover. This includes:






















I stopped reading typical romantic novels (which includes mills & Boon) a long time back, perhaps, simply realizing that it has more of a fairytale (apart from Sex) and knights in shining armor, which perhaps gives you a lot of excitement to think about your prince charming while growing up and then, you grow up only to realize that there is nothing as knight or fairytales. You then reach to wrong sides of twenty and your interest shifts to the books which appeal you more. Like “Bridget jone’s diary “ , “ You are here” or “ Almost single” . My interest shifted so drastically to them that I bought all three of them at the same time.” Message in a bottle” was my first proper romantic novel after “Twilight series”(I prefer to categorize it as romantic rather than fantasy) which, my cousin (aged 14) taunted is to be read only by teens  . But I think there should be no restriction on the kind of book you read. I have started with Harry potter when I was in graduation and I know of many grown up people still reading “Tintin”. Nowadays I love reading books which includes biographies and auto biographies. I am getting old I think ;). I haven’t got a good book to read from quite some time. As they say “To choose a good book, look in an inquisitor’s prohibited list.” So, I asked my colleague to help me with selecting books for my weekend and here is what I got:





















That place that does contain
My books, the best companions, is to me
A glorious court, where hourly I converse
With the old sages and philosophers;
And sometimes, for variety, I confer
With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels;
Calling their victories, if unjustly got,
Unto a strict account, and, in my fancy,
Deface their ill-placed statues.
~Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

Happy Reading ;)

Monday, 10 May 2010

To Mom, With Love

I wished my mother on mother’s day yesterday and realized how easy it is for us to show us all our love towards her on a single day and in just three simple words “I love you” Mom. We will take her out for dinner or purchase her a gift or spent our day being with her or simply call her up and wish her and we are done. I still remember when my brother on her birthday sent her a birthday card and it remained there on her bedside table for almost a year and then got shifted to our family album. She will always pack my bags while leaving home for Pune and on unpacking I will find all the stuff which I had asked her not to pack (like chavanprash, almonds, ghee etc.). How much you say that you are going to a CITY and you will get all these stuff there still she will make sure that you have it. There is so much of love on her part which cannot be summed in these three words but will always be expressed through her never dying and unselfish love.
This song is my dedication to my mom. "More Than Words" is a ballad written by and originally performed by the rock band Extreme. Though it’s a perfect romantic song but sums the situation well. Here it goes:


Saying "I love you"
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It's not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew how easy
It would be to show me how you feel

More than words
Is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
'Cause I'd already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real

What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn't make things new
Just by saying "I love you"

More than words

Now but I've tried to talk to you
And make you understand
All you have to do is close your eyes
And just reach out your hands
And touch me
Hold me close, don't ever let me go

More than words
Is all I ever needed you to show
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
'Cause I'd already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real

What would you say if I took those words away
When you couldn't make things new
Just by saying "I love you"

More than words
More than words
More than words
More than words
More than words

Friday, 7 May 2010

Confession of a Tea-a-holic

Has it ever occurred to you that your mornings just don’t start without a hot cup of tea? Or you just wait for clock to stuck 3 so that you can have your favorite brew after lunch? or you feel that something is missing if you don’t get your favorite cuppa in the evening. So, if you suffer from any of the above syndromes then surly you are a tea-a-holic .

My tryst with tea started when I was doing my post graduation. A hectic 9-8 schedule, sleepy lectures and time outs with friends made me addictive to it. This really surprised my mom, since, living in a place which has coldest winters never made me fall for it. A lot of contribution goes to my friends who just laughed off the very first time I told them “I don’t drink tea” and that was the last time I said it. So much so, that me and my roomie E used to go to small Tapri (popularly known as Dilip Bhau ki tapri) outside our college to get the best cutting for just Rs. 3.Being in Bangalore has deprived me of my favorite brew. Firstly, the tea doesn’t taste tea over here and secondly it’s damn too expensive. I even tried switching to filter coffee but still it couldn’t replace my dearest tea.
Though, it doesn’t enjoy the kind of attention its half sister coffee enjoys with lots of dedicated coffee chains and numbers of television shows on its name but still, there would surely be some of these “tea moments” in everybody’s life:
-Nonstop tea and nonstop chats in canteen
-During exams, when tea along with sugar and milk powder will be stocked to help you
stay awake for late hours.
-Having tea and looking at the rain outside your window
-Having Batata/Kaanda Bhaji with hot cuppa tea in a cold evening


Also,if you are bored off meeting your friends over a cup of coffee at some suburban coffee outlet then try “Cuppa”. It is an outlet dedicated specifically for tea lovers. It boasts of 32 varieties of tea ranging from exquisite Assam and Sri Lankan tea to our very own cutting and masala tea. Don’t forget that tea has its health benefits too. So, a cuppa or two won’t do any harm. Cheers to all tea lovers!!

Wednesday, 5 May 2010

What personality is that blog?

Hated being away from this for such a longggg time and really really hated it. Time just sped by giving some sweet memories to cherish and some sad to forget about.Hah but that's life. Anyways, come across this nice tool Typealyzer that unravel the personality of a blog writer through the use of words on the blog. This is what it says about me. What does your blog say about you? Put your blog url to find out!


ESFP - The Performers
The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don´t like to plan ahead - they are always in risk of exhausting themselves.

The enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation - qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions.

Wednesday, 17 March 2010

Trip to Pondicherry !

I went to pondicheery 2 weeks back and from then i was thinking to write about it. All the contribution for delay goes to huge size of pics and my efforts of reducing them to the size which can be fitted to my blog.
My trip was totally unplanned. A friend's birthday party at 12 in the night lead to this idea and i was literally picked out of my bed at 1.We left bangalore by 1.30(after a bit of packing and lot of "are you sure"') and reached Pondicherry at 7 in the morning . Road was awsome(Nh-7)though once we took a wrong route and has to come a long way back.
The first 2 pics were the first one clicked on the way after entering Tamilnadu.And what can it be apart from amma's when you find her smiling all through your ways. The morning sun though was nice;)

Took a break and saw this old fort early morning.Had breakfast at Le cafe on beach road. It's a bit expensive though , so if you are hungary and want to hog on then can go to A2B.

Beach road gives you a nice view to the great arabian sea. just stroll there for a while and enjoy.


Pick up a map from pondicheery tourism if possible and rent up a two-wheeler(which you get at a very reasonable rate) else you would be easily robbed by autowallahs.

BTW , Pondicheery is known as Puducherry now(which i realised only after reaching there). It's a former french colony,hence,there is a lot of French architecture to be seen around the city right from churches to houses to restaurnats to hotels to houses.



You can find a tinge of France in food you eat to the wine you drink(anywez we went on a dry day so can't tell you about this) to the names of places around


Try sea food there.You will get every thing right from fish to crab to prawns to lobster to shrimps to sharks to anything which you havn't even heard before(as for me, i don't like sea food ugghhh). Had lunch a Rendezvous(and telling you Bamgalore Rendezvous is much much better then that)and didn't find it great.

Visited Shri aurbindo Ashram,Museaum,Auroville and Auroville beach.Auroville beach is very clean as compared to the ones which you are used of seeing in metros;), but i think the best is the paradise beach, which unluckly we didn't visit :( .

Auroville Ashram boast of a huge campus with a huge golden dome.You can easily spot lotta foreigners on your way to the ashram. Also , do shop for some junk jewellery, silver and hippie cotton stuff.

Through with all sightseeing , had dinner at a restaurant at beach road , strolled on the road aside the arabian sea for a while. Beleive me the sea looks even more beautiful at the night and so does the full moon.Drove back to bangalore the same night(which means two sleepless nights)and reached by morning. Thank god it was sunday . I slept like a log the entire day :).

Sorry missed Aliance Francaise pic here . Will put it soon;)

Wednesday, 10 March 2010

An Ex-Wife's Revenge....

I received this forward early morning today and just loved it. So thought will put it in my blog.Many of you must have read it.For those who haven't,here it is ::

She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.
On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.
On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft background music and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar and a bottle of Chardonnay.
When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp dipped in caviar, into the hollow of the curtain rods.
She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.
When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days.
Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything; cleaning, mopping and airing the place out.
Vents were checked for dead rodents and carpets were steamed.
Air Fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few ays, and in the end even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting.
Nothing worked. People stopped coming over to visit. Repairmen refused to work in the house. The maid quit.
Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move.
A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house.
Word got out and eventually even the local realtors refused to return their calls.
Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place..
The ex-wife called the man and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the rotting house.
She listened politely and said that she missed her old home terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back.
Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on a Price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the papers that very day.
She agreed and within the hour his lawyers delivered the paperwork.
A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home....
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including the curtain rods.
I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON'T YOU?????

Thursday, 4 March 2010

A little voice against domestic violence

I asked my friends to read this poem before I put it on my blog. After reading a few lines they stopped. Some stopped when I told them it’s about domestic violence. Some said it’s too sad, some said it’s too negative. But have we ever thought about them who go through this nightmare almost every day.
I was just going through various blogs when I reached this blog http://indianhomemaker.wordpress.com/2009/10/26/is-a-known-devil-really-better/ and read that article, thereby deciding that I would write about it. But more than writing, this sensitive topic need a lot of support from all of us. Join hands with “bell bajao “campaign to show that you care.

It started,
After that “live happily ever after”
Assaulting my soul, robbing my laughter.
I remember your first slap and the day I got hit,
I thought it’s just an anger bout and you didn’t mean it,
But it shattered my dreams of a happily married life.
That was the first time when I died.

Then started what they call domestic violence and abuse,
My bruises and scars say everything which my tongue refused.
I walked to my parents and begged for refuge,
Just think of our reputation and your siblings was their excuse.
They told me by time my suffering will subside,
That was the second time when I died.

I waited and hoped that it will get over,
May be a baby will make him a bit sober.
I realized I was wrong when he hit me again,
But I couldn’t cry this time as my baby will see my pain.
I have to bear this for his sake,
He needs a father my life is already a wreck.
Tears blurred my eyes and I silently cried,
That was the third time when I died.

Here I lay in a big white room,
Waiting for what everybody call doom.
They came and sympathized that I will die,
But it seems so better then my SOS cries.
They don’t know that I have died so many a times,
This physical death will lead me to divine.
Where I would have no obligations no sacrifice,
I can live what they call life.


Pic courtesy:http://bellbajao.org/resources/

Tuesday, 2 March 2010

Is it possible to love two people at the same time, equally and romantically?

This is the question of the month from D. As for my answer,yes,I think it is possible to love two people at the same time, but not eually and romantically. You always bound to love one person more. May be you won’t realise it at that time and think that you love both but with time you will realise the other was just an infatuation or crush and actually never existed in your heart.

Wednesday, 24 February 2010

My South Indian Connection

I entered late in the class and looked for a place nearest to my friends when I find her sitting alone. I asked her if I can sit there. Her reply was a BIG no. She is waiting for her friend to come she said. After some days, the scene repeated again. This time she said I can sit with her. I saw she has put her bag between us. I asked her if she can put it somewhere else. “Is it uncomforting” she asked? “No, I feel it signifies that you want to keep distance from person sitting with you” I said. She obliged and here starts my friendship with Pavi.

We were just opposite (and it includes from being two opposite part of country too) and I think that was one thing that complemented our friendship. “Are you a south Indian” I asked her surprisingly one day to which she nodded. “But your name is very short and you speak awesome Marathi and flawless Hindi” I said. She told me that she was born and brought up in Pune and that is the reason behind her good command over Marathi and Hindi. And after that like a typical north Indian I asked “so you are from Chennai (thank god I didn’t say madras)” and that’s where she exploded,” You know being a south Indian doesn’t always mean that you are from Chennai, like being a north Indian won’t always mean that you are a Punjabi. There are four different states in south with different languages and culture. Can you name me all the four states along with their capital”? I told her that the farthest south I have ever travelled is Pune, after that she made me memorize all the four states along with their capital and the language spoken there. She asked me this question continuously till our last day in college just to make sure that I don’t forget it. At her place I drank my first filter coffee and through her Tiffin I knew various southern delicacies. Her mom was born in Chennai and her dad was from Karnataka and she picked Telegu by watching various south Indian channels, so officially, she knows six (7 including Hindi ;)) languages which include Kannada, Tamil, Telegu, Marathi, French and English. She was my one and only south Indian connection (though she always emphasizes that she is a Marathi) till I moved to Bangalore.

My first dinner in Bangalore was at Pavithra Restaurant. I immediately called her up and said “You know there are so many places here by your name (till Pune I always thought that her name is very unique) but with an extra “h” “.Ya they put an extra “h” with “t” everywhere she replied. I asked her what she meant by “they”. To which she replied South Indians (still emphasizing that she is a Marathi.) And I was telling her look who is talking ;).

Sunday, 21 February 2010

To Haiti......


They measured it in magnitude
They measured it in toll,
They measured it in building fallen
They measured it in injured souls.

They gave us tents, they gave us food
They even mend our hurting wounds,
They are bringing aid, they are mending road
Everything will be like before, we are being told.

I wish they could bring you back,
From the earth that cracked, and house that crashed
I go there every day and search for you in the rubbles,
What if they missed you? I will lose you forever.

They asked me to go away
And said you cannot be alive,
But I have seen people rising from rubbles
And that’s what my heart strive.

They say they understand, I wish they could
These searching eyes, these unspoken words.
I wish they can measure broken spirits,
My shattered hope, my pain beyond screams.

Wednesday, 17 February 2010

His Name Is Khan And He Is Not A Terrorist

Watched “My name is khan” this weekend. I hated it’s comparison with Forrest Gump and Shahrukh’s comparison with tom Hanks in the reviews which I read before watching this movie. I am not saying that it is nowhere close to the movie, of course it is (which half of the Bollywood movie are) but if you will watch this movie keeping Forrest Gump in your mind , you will never be able to enjoy it. That’s what I did and regretted. BTW I didn’t intend to write a review here so I better be silent in this regard.
This is about Shahrukh and his controversy with "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named". We live in a democracy and have got freedom of speech which entitles everyone with the right to say whatever he/she believes, unless, it defames someone. If Shahrukh commented something about the inclusion of Pakistani players in IPL, it’s totally his point of view. It doesn’t make him insensitive towards his country or moreover a traitor. As for "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named”, you have also been given the right to protest but in a manner which shouldn’t harm anybody. It doesn’t mean that you keep on threatening people, government and multiplex owners if they wouldn’t succumb to your demands. Coming to twittering now. Shahrukh, you need not twitter it every time that you are an Indian, a Mumbaikar and a patriot. Like all of us you belong to this country and everybody knows that. By emphasizing this again and again you are just giving “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named” another chance to question your integrity. Just stand by your opinion and make them realize that your name is khan and you are not a terrorist.

Wednesday, 3 February 2010

A Cold Affair

I saw him chit chatting with my roomie and sister. I was avoiding him from quite a time now. Next day I saw him with my colleagues. Day by day it was getting difficult for me to avoid him any further and finally, I fall for him.
Aaaaccchhhhoooooooooooooo !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hmmm, I fall for common cold, commonly known as viral fever. You can easily sense that it is coming simply by your red running nose, watery eyes, itchiness in throat and feverish sensations. But that’s not the only thing that troubles you. The trouble to wade this trouble away is more troublesome ;).

1.Garrrrr garrrrrr gargle:
This is the one thing which is No. 1 on my hate list. Sadly, it is the most referred one. You have to put hot (beware of temperature) salted water into your water and start making all kind of sound(don’t get me wrong here ;)). The worst part is your roomie watching you while gargling, and when I asked (sorry I should say gestured ;)) why she is standing there she said she was just thinking how good I gargle since she don’t know gargling :p (I haven’t got such a nice complement ever I swear :( )

2.Rub Rub Vicks vaporub:
If you are not used to the menthol smell and you have cold then get used to it. As you have to apply it on your forehead, nose, throat, chest, back, feet etc. etc. . . It’s especially useful when you are still attending office in spite of being sick. Since its smell will let your boss know that you have cold.

3.Daadi ma ke nuskhe:
Don’t ever call your mother or grandmother if you do’t want to get nagged by advises which you are dreading to follow. Like, turmeric with milk(Though it looks like badam milk but surly don’t taste like that), ginger and pepper with honey(even honey can’t give it a sweet taste) etc.

4.Popping pills:
You have to go to see doctor and swallow antibiotics, anti allergic and other anti-tasting drugs.

5.Quality Time with yourself:
You can't go to office/college(ya, that's the only good part)but you can't meet your fiends also(or they wn't meet you until you get well ;)). So , ou have got quality time with your Tanhai. Enjoy maadi :( .

Now after all these remedies if it’s still there, then perhaps you have got the uncommon cold. Go and get yourself checked properly , it’s H1igh time N1ow.

Wednesday, 27 January 2010

Mile Sur Mera Tumhara

It’s been a long time since I last watched this song and then I watched it yesterday in an entirely new format. This is one song that would be remembered by almost everybody from our generation. The generation who grew up by viewing Doordarshan (if not fully but at least initially, before the advent of cable). Who can forget”Baje Sargam”, “ Ek chidiya” or audio track of “Malgudi days”, “Jungle book” , “Karmanye (Mahabharata)”? These songs still remains in the heart of millions of people especially “ Mile Sur mera tumhara”.I knew the song by heart that time, even though it was in different languages and so does my PG friends . I can easily sense it because as soon as the new version of the song was aired for the first time in Zoom yesterday, all of us were glued to the idiot box and started singing it (though in bits and pieces).

Everybody was excited and was recalling old times. Though the new version has the same lyrics but still it has a new feel and obviously new faces. My P.G. is a mini India by itself, with girls from all parts of country. So, whenever the lyrics from a particular region will come, girls from that state will start singing that part. But the best part was me singing the Marathi part though not being a Marathi or my roommate from Karnataka singing the Bengali part. I think, that is the magic of this song, a perfect example of national integrity and unity in diversity. I still love the older version but felt it was a nice initiative on the sponsor’s part to have recreated the magic again. I don’t know if schools nowadays still have “ Saare jahan se accha “ in the morning assembly , or if our younger generation still remember our national anthem by heart. At least, by this way we cherished this particular song one more time.

Saturday, 23 January 2010

Lemon Fresh: With Mom

Scene: Me reading Linda Goodman's Sun sign,Mom drinking tea.

I said cheerfully "Ma , my sun sign says i can cook better then French chef".
Mom said "Cook daal first then learn French Cuisine"

Wednesday, 20 January 2010

One Last Time


One last time,
I want to hold your hand
And walk forever.
One last time,
I want to get flowers from you
And keep it forever.
One last time,
I want to drink tea from the same cup
And let the moment last forever.
One last time,
I want to watch movie resting my head on your shoulder
And wish that movie never has “the end”.
One last time,
I want you to hold me,
And let me not get lost in crowd forever.
One last time,
I want to cook for you and hear,
It’s the best food you have eaten ever.
One last time,
I want you to hug me ,
And let me forget all the sorrows forever.
One last time,
I want to look into your eyes
And say the words left unspoken.
One last time,
I want to say please don’t leave me now
I want to be with you forever and ever.
One last time,
Just one last time.

Lemon Fresh from workplace

So, this is the new section which I have started since more than half of our day is spend at workplace and we all can correlate better ;).

Disclaimer: This series of posts are generic and by no means refer to my employer.

So, I and team were sitting in meeting room along with boss. It was almost 6 in the evening and our boss was telling us the future course of action of the project and how diligently we have to work to finish it on time. After the boss left, we looked at each other ,still thinking about the workload. Then I saw P in the deep thoughts. I told her not to worry too much about this, when she said “No. I am just thinking what I am going to cook for dinner today”.

Sunday, 17 January 2010

Mirrors Don't Lie

I looked into mirror, one more time,

But still couldn’t get the feeling of sublime.

Something was incomplete, I don’t know what,

My dress, my accessories, everything was intact.

Then I saw you looking at me into the mirror,

And your smile made my look complete dear.

I realized, and the thought made me shy.

I am most beautiful in someone’s eye.

.

Friday, 15 January 2010

Weighty Issues

Ok, so I was trying on my dress which I had bought for my birthday this year (oops last year I should say)and found that it doesn’t fit me anymore( I think the correct sentence would be that I didn’t fit into it). No, my reaction was not of shock, I was actually expecting it :( .
So how did I add these extra pounds? Thanks to:

1. Work (and it’s not workout) = Weight
This hypothesis does not require any scientific or theoretical research. It’s proved. My workplace is very much conducive to my overeating, how? Thanks to my extended hours at my workplace, like other cubicle dwellers I had my breakfast at lunch, lunch at snacks time, snacks at dinner and dinner on my bed. Then add gallons of tea/coffee to this and it’s done. You just added some hundreds calories more.

2. Sweets at my desk
So, if you don’t know it, this is the common mail sent for celebrations like “engagement, anniversary, just back after a vacation” and then there is highly occurring and most sought after “chocolates at my desk” not for any celebrations but since you have just returned from abroad. And why to say no to these yummy sweets? So add some more 100s of calories for that.

3. Lets meet up over a cup of coffee
So you are meeting your friends. And what’s the commonest meeting zone? None other than coffee shops. Indulge in gossips with a cup of sinful coffee adding just a few extra ounces to your weight. And by the way did you say “with extra chocolate syrup, scoop of ice-cream and hint of whipped cream”. Here it goes from ounces to pounds.

4. You love Chicken
You love chicken but you have to wait till weekend to have it (condition applies: Only if you are like me, surviving on dabba for dinner and veggie menu for lunch) so what will you do? You will HOG like a pig. And I need not tell calorie count for this ;)

5. Chocolate helps chocolate heals:
Chocolate is a great stress buster and mood lifter. So, are you having a foul mood or has tons of work to finish? Angry on your friends or does your boss reprimanded you? Just grab a chocolate and entire wrath will melt like chocolate in your mouth. Uummmmm BTW did they say that it’s dark chocolate which helps? Doesn’t matter it’s one and the same thing (including calories).

Wednesday, 6 January 2010

Welcome 2010

It's my first post for year 2010 Yipee..... Happy New Year to all my blog buddies!!!So, a flashback to year 2009 for me- It was pretty uneventful year except for few moments like I completed a year on my job and started my blog. There were some sweet and some sour moments and then there were some regrets. Sweet, will be cherished forever and sour won’t be remembered forever. As for regrets, “ it wouldn't be New Years if I didn't have regrets.” ~William Thomas. As for resolution I believe “Never tell your resolution beforehand, or it's twice as onerous a duty.” ~John Selden. Especially, when they are meant to be broken ;).

But with the advent of new year I make it a point to read my horoscope ( I Know it’s too superstitions but who don’t want to know what will happen in the coming years ;) Though, at the end of it you find that 80% of things didn’t happen or matched as per your horoscope prediction). The second thing which I look forward to is the quota of holidays for the year, which, sadly is only 6 holidays this year:(.

Bye Bye 2009 and Welcome 2010.To make an end is to make a beginning.
 
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