People in a lifetime

Easier forgiven than forgotten

2011-07-21T10:42:00.000+05:30

It is so much more easier to forgive than forget. But then, every time you close your eye and recall what it is that you have forgiven for, it squeezes the pleasure of your forgiveness. No wonder a wise guy said, "forget and forgive". Smart enough to put forget and forgive together. But is forgetting really as simple as granting someone your forgiveness?
There are things in life which no matter what you do, stays with you. Its like a scar that the childhood fall from the tree gave. The pain it gave you, the concern it caused your parents, it all disappears with time, but the scar, it remains--right there where it was left, sending in blurry images your entire life time of that very incident that took place. And if the mirror alone was not enough to keep reminding you of that scar, there are the people around who keep questioning the origin of that scar. "Oh! How did you get that one"? "When was it"? "Was it painful?" You fail to recollect what made you fall from the tree, the time and date of that fall, fail to bring back the pain it had caused you and yet you know, that it did happen. It is the same with people. They cause you pain, you hurt and finally, believing that time will heal things up, you try to forgive the person who caused you all that pain. But really, does love make you forgive the person, or is it your own selfishness to move on that makes you grant the forgiveness without forgetting. Forgiveness with forgetting--it is something you do to keep your own sanity intact. Like looking into a tunnel and finally finding a tiny bit of spark being emitted. With a smile you gaze at that spark -- a deathly train--only to find it approaching very fast, so close to you now that you have no time to move away. And soon it engulfs you bringing back all that pain, all the memories you thought you put into a chest and threw into the deep blue ocean. And one day, the chest is found. All the treasured memories reappear only to rip you apart, take away your sanity and remind you of the pain it once caused.
No wonder it is said, to forgive is easy, but to forget is a virtue.
How true ;-)

Cabbage and Apple salad

2011-06-21T14:28:00.000+05:30

For the dill dressing1 tbsp chopped dill (shepu / suva bhaji) leaves
1/4 cup hung low fat curds (dahi)
2 tsp low fat milk (99% fat free, readily available in the market)
1/2 tsp sugar
salt to taste

Other ingredients2 cups shredded cabbage
2 tbsp chopped celery
2 cups apple cubes
salt to taste

Method

For the dill dressing
Combine all the ingredients together in a bowl and whisk well. Refrigerate to chill.

How to proceed
Put the cabbage and celery in a vesselful of ice-cold water for half an hour. This will make them crisp.
Drain and add the apple, salt and the dressing.
Toss gently and serve immediately.

Book list for 2011

2011-06-09T14:37:00.005+05:30

The lake of dreams - Kim Edward
~~The memory keepers daughter - Kim Edward~~
~~Sultry days - Shobha De~~
The art of forgetting - Camille Noe Pagan
~~The book of tomorrow - Cecelia Ahern~~
Thank you for the memories - Cecelia Ahern
Catch 22- Joseph Jeller
Inheritance of loss - Kiran Desai
~~Norwegian Wood - Haruki Murakam~~
Sea of poppies- Amitav Ghosh
Fools - Christopher Moore
~~The Gift - Cecelia Ahern~~
~~PS I Love You -Cecelia Ahern~~
~~The Reader - Burnhard Schlink~~
~~The last song- Nicholas Spark~~
Dave Barry is from Mars and Venus - Dave Berry
~~Animal farm - George Orwell~~
~~The choice - Nicholas Spark~~
Last man in tower - Aravind Adiga
~~There's no place like here-Cecelia Ahern~~
Growing up Bin Laden - Jean Sason

Old glass Jar lantern

2011-05-31T12:52:00.001+05:30

Here is a nice way to put your old Jam, pickle or mayo glass jars to a good use. Tranform their look and add this to lighten up your living space.

What you will need:

Old glass jars (ex: Jam bottle)
Gold dimensional puff paint
Glass paint
Paint brush
Wire (for hanging the lantern)

The Procedure

1. Remove labels and any glue residue from the glass jars and allow them to dry completely.

2. Apply the gold dimensional paint in various patterns.

3. Pour a small amount of glass paint inside the jar and use your paintbrush to drag the paint up the sides of the jar, coating all of the jar’s interior. Let dry.

4. Your lanterns are now ready to enjoy indoors or out! Simply fill them with candles or add loops of fine-gauge wire to the tops for easy hanging.

kimino baby shoes

2011-05-25T14:52:00.000+05:30

I came upon this lovely site to make baby shoes.

Kimono Baby shoes

Paper art

2011-05-25T14:16:00.000+05:30

Here is a fun way to occupy your time and add some color to your home using an old magazine.

For this, you will need:
1. An old magazine (for colorful and glossy paper).
2. A Stapler.
3. Needle and wool.

Method:
1. Cut a few circles from a magazine.
2. Place these circles on top of one another
3. Secure them using a stapler in the center.
4. Run a thread through the pin

And here is the finished product.

Week 29

2011-05-25T14:03:00.001+05:30

Being a parent. The most challenging job and yet, there is nothing that prepares you for it. No school educates you on it; no college provides you a degree. A new responsibility. Becoming a parent is a realization that there is a life that would be dependent on you. A life that you have to provide for, support and love. Your actions, your words, your behavior is something that is going to mold that creature. A Single cell developing inside you, taking form, developing into what will be your child. You see this child grow every day-- the change in height, the change in weight, in voice, in appearance. As the years pass, I wonder if parents miss the face of their child that they saw for the first time? Do they remember how tiny these fingers once were,or the sound of that first cry? They see this infant of theirs grow into a toddler, into a pre-teen, teen, an adult. They see their child become a grandchild to some one, a friend to some, a student, some one's sibling, a spouse, a son or daughter in-law. And one fine day they go on to become a parent themselves. The circle just goes on and on.

The first feel of motherhood.

2011-04-19T12:21:00.000+05:30

I may love your daddy with all my heart, but I promise to love you with all my bum -- the biggest, juiciest and the fleshiest part of my body.

When I knew you were on the way, I was scared, shocked. I am running out of words to tell you what I felt at that time. Maybe, there isn't a word to describe the feeling. There was happiness somewhere which I did not know how to express. With all that sickness I felt inside me, which of course is very natural, I wondered why any one would ever want to get pregnant. And those with two or more children...what were they thinking? The way all of my energy was getting drained, all that feeling in my stomach...I was scared how would I take it on for 7 more months. Scared, because I did not know if I will be able to love you as much as you deserve. Scared thinking that Paresh's love will now have to be divided. Shocked, of course. It was a very big shock for both, daddy and me. But deep down inside there was happiness. Something achieved without having to manipulate Paresh. Well yes! you will soon see, that I manipulate daddy a lot. Not that daddy does not know, he just loves me too much to deny me of any thing I want. But a child I had decided, I will let daddy have what he wanted. I will respect him with his decision.
But, now with all those sickness past me, the bulge on the tummy that I so much love and flaunt it so proudly, I know, I will love you. When I felt that first kick of your, my heart slipped away. Butter melting on hot pan. Like an orange candy on a hot day, melting in your hand, and hurriedly you try to enjoy it as much as you can. I remember that day, daddy was on a very important call ( Aol call with Deana) and wanted me to stay away from him. But when I insisted (stubborn that I am), and made him feel your kick, the look of amazement on his face, I was assured, he was in love with you. Since that day, I have been crossing the weeks, unlike the previous weeks I was crossing on the calendar. With each cross on the calendar, there was a wait of holding you. To feel that tiny hands and legs of yours that without even seeing, made daddy and me fall in love with you.

Fifth month love

2011-04-14T11:11:00.000+05:30

I haven't even seen you
yet I know, I will love you.
Your voice unheard
and I long to hear you.
With my eyes you see the world,
with my ears you hear them all,
but soon you will have your own sight, your own sound.
And that will be the day we will be two bodies, two soul
Until then, we are two hearts beating in one.
I haven't even seen you,
yet I know, the most beautiful you shall be.
I wonder what it is
A cute pink bow, or is it a mischievous blue?
A dancer you will be, or will you go save the world?
whatever you are, what ever you will be
All I know...I will always love thee.
I might not have seen you yet,
I might not have heard you yet,
but I feel you, and it is the best feeling to have.

pregnancy journal--9th week

2011-01-03T15:10:00.000+05:30

Low energy levels, dropping BP, heavy feeling in the head and an over sensitivity to food. This was the feeling with which it all began. First visit to the doctor was fine. An antibiotic and paracetamol prescribed and I was sent home with the advice of adding more table salt to my diet. The next visit was a prescription of antacids, suggestion to add more salt to my food and a recommendation to check my TSH level (thyroid check). Visit to the doctor became scary when the TSH test showed that my body wasn't creating sufficient hormones. While buying Thyronorm from the chemist, just out of the blue, I asked Paresh to get a pregnancy test too. Everything froze when the pregnancy test showed two pink lines. I was pregnant. And it was at this time that I experienced shock, surprise, joy and tears all at the same time. Paresh and I would soon be parents! A straight drive to Craddle where we were congratulated, prescribed folic acid and asked to wait for an appropriate time to be scanned. The next visit to Craddle was on December 30, 2010 where we realized we were 8 weeks pregnant. The first noise of the baby's heart beat, the tiny buds in place of the limbs, a dot for the eye. All in all a 4.1 cm long creature in a 3.2 cm sac resting in my tummy. Resting so peacefully, without knowing where it was, what it was, or what a difference it was making to the world outside it.

A tiny liquidated jelly,

Resting peacefully in my tummy,

This little thing,

Who can't even move or try to kick,

And yet it can make me so tired and sick.

Today, Monday; 3rd of January, 2011, as I turn 9 week pregnant, my baby continues to develop within me. Tiny skin over its eyes have begun to take shape as eyelids, the nose formation begins now, and the ear, I think would begin its development.

2010-11-16T10:47:00.000+05:30

It rained all night
leaving the branches iridescent to light.
It formed a thin layer of frost on the glass
Yet through it one could see
How clear the air was.

Don't ignore me 'cause I am a stray.

2010-08-12T16:22:00.000+05:30

I live on the sand
I eat when I can,
my life's not too grand
I sleep all the day
And nobody’s master of me.

I live on the streets
I eat from the bins,
no biscuity treats
I sleep by the roadside,
in the dust and the sand
But I'm under nobody’s command

I just want to play
I want someone to love me,
but they walk away
My brothers are dead,
so I'm all alone
Won't someone please take me home?

I represent all the strays.
we don't want too much
Just some water and food, and a friendly touch
We don't need pampering or too much fuss
So please be kind to us.

2010-07-23T15:12:00.000+05:30

Eating a chapati with a knife and fork?
eating a dosa with a spoon and plate?
still it will nurture (although it takes work)
won't the masala make one salivate?
but if you should pop into a microwave
the vaada sambar and the idli too
this would seem to be a matter grave
like a Panchatantra Broadway Revue

I pluck the thoughts of you

2010-07-23T15:01:00.001+05:30

I pluck the thoughts of you
From my mind
One by gentle
one softly
Carefully
Rejecting imperfection
And as I do
Their fragrance brushes my heart
Like a surprising breeze on a summer night
Then I remember
The beauty of you

Things I miss about Aol.

2010-01-12T16:25:00.001+05:30

It's nearing a month since I left Aol., yet there are these things that I just can't stop missing.

Looking at the landscape of EcoSpace and feeling lucky.
The security man saying, "Mam, please display ID."
Thanking the lift man for taking us to my respective floor. This I miss the most. I still say, "thank you" to an empty lift while exiting.
Miss seeing Paris Hilton on TV
Miss the smell of coffee
My well deced up desk, and the photo of Robert and me on my pod.
The 12 noon hunger pangs and gathering people for lunch.
Standing in the queqe for food. Smelling the plate and wiping them with the tissue and then complaining about the smell and dirt.
The 2 hour long lunch break.
The mouth freshner and reading the feedback book and passing comments on the food feedback.
Miss all my bitches and the entire ad.com team
Miss being reminded that I would one day be terminated because of SBC voilation.
Most of all I miss knowing that Paresh and I are just 4 floors away.

Twilight-a book review.

2010-01-04T17:25:00.002+05:30

"Never judge a book by its cover", they say, but for me, its been the guiding star to select a book. Apart from forming a special attachment to the writer, my only criteria for picking up a book of the store, is its cover. Something that looks beautiful from outside, my theory say, has to be good within. Stephenie Meyer's Twilight too caught my fancy in the same way. Many a time that I saw it in the store, the sheer size of it made me avoid buying a copy. The size of the book was accurately, irreversibly proportional to the time I had in hand. The fatter I found the book to be, the lesser time I thought I had to finish the book. But the cover of this book, Twilight, had something very attractive about it. Black background and a pair of extremely fair hands holding the forbidden fruit. Bite-able.

Let me assure you, every book that I have read based on its look, has mostly turned out good. And this book, Twilight, has been just unexplainable. A fantastic story line, tender and extremely sensual. Told in the voice of 17 year old Bella, this story narrates the attraction between two species. Bella who moves from Phoenix to Fork to complete her high school finds herself falling in love with a person who has been thirsty for her blood since the day he first sniffed her presence. The story moves on to describe how difficult it is for them to continue together and yet so difficult to part ways. Of course, like they say, 'love conquers all'. And that is what happens here. Love conquers all, the day the vampire tastes the blood of his lady love. Stephine Meyers describes the vampire so magically that it impossible not to fantasize a moment with Edward Cullens.
Twilight is a must read. I am looking forward to get the other 2 book of the trilogy.

Happy reading.

coffee?

2010-01-02T14:37:00.005+05:30

A dedication to Dragon's ever lasting love... Coffee... :-)

Sitting with you on a flat bottom boat,
There is a longing arise in my throat.
The aroma of your skin
for long lingers on my chin.
My lips want to rest where you are slim
Yet I do not want to commit another sin.
I look at you and try to absorb your color
Reddish gold and caramel
It overtones the sunrise and the sunset.
I drop some sugar on your body, a lovers sweet embrace
You gently gulp the sweetness of the world, leaving behind the velvet darkness.
With care, I clasp you in my arms, and bring my lips on yours,
A molten gold, my tongue on you with pleasure
Mesmerized by the purple tones of the Jacaranda flower.
Tough emotions glancing off my most tender smile,
breathing your aroma that have crossed miles,
As each thought stretches to a simple perfection
My innocence is lost in your reflection.
Only a devil, I think can make such an enticing flavor
It makes me helpless when my body yearns for you every hour.
You are my love, my Grande Latte.

Wake me to a brand new day

2010-01-02T11:39:00.001+05:30

Face to face with Dragon, once again.

2009-12-31T23:50:00.001+05:30

It has been 19 months until last evening that I met Dragon, and he looks as sexy as he always did. Deep eyes, square jaws, wide smile and a grin that reveals the horsey teeth gifted to him, guess the day he was born, slouch in his back, and the same old gazing into zero when either of us is acting busy or occupied in their own world.
There was such confusion when I had the time to decide whether to meet him or let go. But when given no time and said, "here I am, come get me", all I could do was to accept the offer with a smile. And I am happy to have met him. Grande latte and patties on one side and a lemon demon on the other, and we are still wondering what more to talk apart from "just the usual", "good fine" "aur bolo". When I wasn't looking at him, his eyes would be towards me, (mind it. They are not ON me.) and when I am looking at him, he is busy gazing at zero, talking to his own mind, silently. Just like the first time we met. Lots of coffee, no particular topic, two strangers who without even meeting one other, felt a deep connection from within. And as he gazed into zero, all I could think of, if I had to see his skull, his eye socket would be two real deep deep holes, and a jaw line that would be purposefully artistically sharpened to form a straight line.
Dinner at Little Italy, and maybe that is where the emotions started playing hide and seek. Each trying to hide their feelings and the other trying to seek and yet act like they didn't see it. Gradually the talks took the path of the memory lane.
I am sure, dragon wanted to avoid the past smiling at us as much as I did. At least, I totally wanted to forget my good times. Each and every second I spent with Drag, were one of the best moments I have lived. If I was asked to change even one tiny bit of dragon and me era, I wouldn't want anything happening differently. And as beautiful the dragon era was, the no-dragon forever era was much worse. With all my heart I wanted to be with dragon forever. Probably he had every quality I wanted in a guy. A runner, a singer, square jaws, talks to make you week at the knee, and humor to make you cry. But then, at dinner, the past just seemed like a stack of photographs, placed face down under my hand, which I could randomly pick and recollect the entire series of events.
And I waked the watch I gifted him, and it is this watch that tempts me to write this blog. As the seconds tick on my wrist I remember the day at NDA, the period nearing his POP when he threw the watch away in anger and it got chipped. The watch reminds me of all his physical draining that he spoke about while he was in NDA and all those moments I missed listening to when he was flying his bird at AFA. I just wanted to get rid of the watch and all the memories which kept resurfacing with the ticking. Pondering again over the thought, Destiny or beautiful stranger. But these emotions were only till this afternoon. Sitting here now, next to Paresh, seeing him work his ass out on new years, reality check speaks, "everything happens for good."
It took me time, but I did move on. I don't know if Dragon had to take pains to move on or not, but I am sure he too has moved on. This morning I told myself, Dragon was always a beautiful stranger, but now, as I post this blog, I feel, he was always my destiny, and will always be. A destiny who was meant to come into my life, for a short period, and make me realize a few more good things about myself.
I loved every minute I spent with dragon, and love every minute of not being with him as much.

Here's to another year of knowing what it is to be in love. Happy new year dragon and to all who have been a part of my people in a lifetime.

The shopkeepers know I am getting married.

2009-12-21T14:35:00.001+05:30

Feels like every friend of Paresh just decided to get married. Every other week Paresh has been telling me about the wedding we need to attend next. And if it not Paresh's friend, it is one of my colleague who is getting married. This has left me wondering what do I wear? I do not have fancy salwars to portray, sari wearing is a challenge to me, and if at all I am ready for the sari wearing challenge, I realize there are no blouses that fit my every growing body. Anyway. So I decided I need to go shopping. And with my wedding ticking to almost 27 days away, I am getting quite some sponcerors for my shopping spree.
I have been out there shopping shopping and shopping and looks like all the shopkeepers know what I want. Paresh and I were at lifestyle and I was telling him, "I want a new watch." I shopped for Rs. 4000 at lifestyle, and got a gift voucher from TITAN for Rs. 2000/- (Of course, there are conditions apply with a tiny star, which does not allow me to buy a watch with the voucher straight away.)
The next day, we were discussing about what kind of a dinner set and oven we need to buy. We shop at Shoppers Stop and get a complete 24 piece microwave safe dinner set worth Rs. 3000/- free.
I guess next time I enter a shop, I will tell it loud to Paresh what else we need for our new house. Think I will be lucky again to get what I want?

Jingle All The Way

2009-12-08T16:14:00.003+05:30

Come December, and with it comes the anticipation to welcome a brand new year, buying Christmas and New Year gifts for the near and dear ones, and with it comes the game of Secret Santa.
Secret Santa- a game we have been playing since school, college, and are still continuing the tradition. At office I see groups all over playing the game of Secret Santa. People are handing chits to the security guy to pass on. There is the cafeteria guy who has been put on the job. A look out for a trustable messenger is at high. People are making a wish list for their Secret Santa to get them. People are giggling with what their Santa’s got them, there are pranks being played all around, and every one has turned a detective to figure out who is whose Secret Santa.

And if this reader is some one who hasn't played this game, I must say, "You should." It simple and gets lots of joy of peoples face.

Here is how you play it.

Number of players required: 4 or more.

How to play:

You make chits with the name of all the players.

Each player picks one chit. The name on the chit is whose Secret Santa you will be.

Once you know whose Secret Santa you are, you need to do something each day to make that person happy. You give them a gift, write them an email, or post them a letter. The wish is yours. The only condition is that you can not tell whose Secret Santa you are. Simple? Indeed. This may sound childish, but trust me; it is a great team building game.

Merry Christmas!

writing on poop!

2009-10-20T14:30:00.003+05:30

Ever wondered what it would be to write on poop? Such stinky ideas do not strike people like us, but then there are always people like Mahima Mehra and Vijendra Shekhawat who come up with innovative things to write on. Five years ago, 37 year ole Mahima, a Jaipur-born Delhi entrepreneur and her companion, 26 year old Jaipur based Vijendra, then a small time executive in the paper industry, were on their way to the mystical Amber Fort on the jagged Aravalli hills. Climbing up the hill on that windy day, they stooped to squint at the source of all the dust that was filling their eyes. The source was dried moulds of elephant poop, flattened by the tourist vehicles and that was their ‘eureka’ moment. The thick, long fibrous look of the poop reminded them of mashed paper. Paying no attention to the curious looks and nudges of the tourist, the two scooped as much poop as they could and lugged it back home on their bike.
Back home the experiment began to understand the health hazards and profitability of using elephant dung to make handmade paper. It was concluded that using the dung was economical and manufacturing paper out of it would do good to the soil as well. The procedure of converting elephant poop to paper was the same as making other varieties of handmade paper, with the only challenge being to make it safe for the papermaker as well as the user by using disinfectants to make the paper as bacteria free as possible. The dung is collected from various elephant stables, and cleaned in large water tanks. This water is then drained into the fields which act as an excellent fertilizer for the crops. The fiber is softened by cooking it in water for 4-5 hours with salt, and then washing it with hydrogen peroxide to make it bacteria free. The pulp is later dried in the sun, removing any non-usable fiber. It then goes into the Hollander Beater, and is laid on wooden or cement vats filled with water. The sheets are dried in a cool and shady area. Once dry, the sheets are calendared with zinc coated metal sheets under pressure, to make them smoother and writable. They are then cut to the specified size, packed and sent to their required destination.
Christened as “Haati Chaap”, which means “Elephant’s print” the paper is used to make bags, frames, photo albums, notebooks, cards, tags and other stationeries.

ISS DIWALI AAP KISE KHUSH KARENGEY

2009-09-30T16:55:00.000+05:30

There are a group of people, who make sure our morning is a ‘good morning’. Come rain or cold, it is they who see to it that our mornings remain as good as the mornings of spring. I am speaking about the milk man and the newspaper boy delivering milk and paper in cold, early hour of the day. This diwali, I am going to make them happy.
Remember the times when you simply put off the alarm to be able to get just a bit more time cuddled in you blanket to avoid the cold? Or the times when you decide to nap a bit longer seeing the rains outside. And finally, when you are awake, you always find the milk packets inside the bag hanging at your gate. Imagine a cold, rainy day when you woke up and found no milk in the bag. You do not get your morning tea and the whole day goes bad. The milk man acts like the Santa Clause. The only difference is that he isn’t from the North Pole, is not a fat man dressed is red and white, and does not say ‘ho-ho-ho’. But what he does is no different from that of Santa Clause. What more, he is real.
What about the newspaper boy who cycles to all the houses in the crisp cold, delivering newspaper so you can get a glimpse into the world around you as you sip you morning chai? This same boy later goes to school and gets back home to help his father.
We see these two people only at the end of the month when they come to collect their salary. No conversations are exchanged. They deliver the bill and we make the payment. Do we even know what their name is?
This diwali, I pledge to be a reason for a smile on their face. I would want to thank them for making my morning smooth. I would like to sit with them and talk. Ask them what their name is.

"A Dog's Life: (n) Slang, A miserably unhappy existence." Really?

2009-09-16T16:56:00.001+05:30

There are so many phrases that humans have created after the dog. One that catches my attention the most is, "a dog's life." It always makes me wonder, 'why is only a sad life associated with a dog's life?' I did a Google search for the phrase, and this is what I hit upon:

This expression dates back to the 1600s - its meaning is: 'a life of misery.'
A Dog's Life: n Slang, A miserably unhappy existence.
A miserably unhappy existence, as in He's been leading a dog's life since his wife left him. This expression was first recorded in a 16th-century manuscript and alludes to the miserable subservient existence of dogs during this era. By the 1660s there was a proverb: "It's a dog's life, hunger and ease."

I have never noticed a dog leading a sad miserable life. Look at this picture. Does the dog look sad or miserable in any way? Man I feel he is smiling. And what about all those cute adorable dog pictures we see in all the forwards? To tell you more, I was born with dogs, went to school with dogs, went to the playground with dogs and I am sure, one day I will be a mother of dogs. Ah! think about saying this. Hi! these are my babies. I am the proud mommy of Pepsi and cola. Wink. Anyway, back to the phrase, It's a dog's life." To tell you the truth, dogs have a fantastic life. If I could choose, I would choose to be a dog.

Unlike the human life, a dog's life is very comforting. For a live example, I asked my dogs to share their daily time table with me and this is how it looks like:

4:30 am : Wake up Baby or papa. Get lots of love and petting from them. Get them out of the house.

4:30 To 5:30: Run like mad in the open fresh air. Oh! piss at the BMW standing in front the house of the old man who smells like a fish. Poop at house No.17 and cover with mud. Talk to Goldie and plan a prank on the milkman who would arrive at 6. Plan a strategy with Tike on scaring the postman away.

5:30: Get back home. Be petted by the human. Listen to all the good things they have to say about you. Wake the humans at home who are still sleeping. If they do not wake up with a nudge of the wet nose, lick them. Still no luck, use your paws and howl to wake them up. Get appreciation and petting for waking them up.

6:00 Chase the milkman and have fun at his expense. Listen to your human say, "good boy, good girl" to you.

6:30 wait at the kitchen door and expect for food. Be petted by all the humans in the household.

7:30 Expect food

8: 00 Food finally arrives. Eat and again be petted.

8:30 ask the humans to take you for another walk.

9:00 Nap

10:00 nap
11:00 nap

12:00 go out and judge the temperature

1:00 Nap

2:00 Nap

3:00 nap

4:00 Drop the ball at your humans feet and force them to play. Get petted. Listen to all the good things they have to say about you.

4:30 Snacks time

5:30 Bark at the noisy children playing in front of my gate

6:00 Go for another run in the ground. Scare the old ones and snatch the football of the boys playing

7:00 back home. Drink water. sit in front of the kitchen and expect food

8:00 expect food

8:30 eat. go out poop again

9:00 Jump on the couch with your favorite human and watch TV

10:00 Get into your humans bed sheet, occupy the most comfy spot. Good night.

Wow!

Do you call this a miserable life? Unhappy existence? No office, no cooking, no project deadlines, only lots of pampering, petting, appreciation, adoration and free food! This is not the definition of a miserable life. Hell this is what is called "Life". Whoever came up with the phrase, "A dog's life", implying a miserable life, was maybe right during the 1660's when the dogs did not have posh homes and had to hunt food in the garbage. But hey! did humans at that time have the luxuries? And if you debate that only a home owned dog has a good life, let me show you the dogs in front of my house who live next to the temple. They eat the prasad and have a huge gang of their own. Feels like a whole pujari dog family. What about the dogs near the meat shop. Have you seen their size? The mongrels are huge and strong. And with people like Menika Gandhi, gone are the days where dog's had a miserable life.

I sure would ask my doggies if after a day of heavy work (chasing the milk man, chasing the post man, shredding the newspaper thrown in in the morning, barking at the kids, running in the ground) if they would sit down and say, "It was a human life"?

Quick Gun Murugan Vs Austin Powers

2009-09-03T10:13:00.000+05:30

If Hollywood gave us Austin Power and Dr. Evil, then Quick Gun Murugan and Rice Plate Reddy is Tollywood’s answer to Hollywood. Imitated by Shah Rukh Khan in his movie, Om Shanti Om and then played by M S Dhoni during T20 promoting Pepsi, Quick Gun Murugan is back as a full length film. Yenna rasccala! Mind it! What’s special with this character? Well he can kill three with one bullet and no bullet can kill him ‘cause he can eat the bullet shot at him and digest it. Wow! I am sure no one in Hollywood had such a good digestive system.

I put my thinking hat on and got down comparing Austin Power and Quick Gun Murugan and here is my list:

1. If Austin Power was a parody to James bond, Quick Gun Murugan is a parody to Super Star Rajnikant.

2. Austin Power wore crushed velvet suit and Beatle boots, our hero from the South wore silk shirt and cowboy boots and he has a hat to add to the glam. Oh! Did I mention the leopard-print waistcoat and orange pants?

3. Austin power had to battle the greedy Dr. Evil and Mini-Me, but Quick Gun Murugan has to battle the meat eating humans like Rice Plate Reddy, Rowdy MBA and Gun Powder.

4. Austin Power follows a British Spy’s struggle to get the villain to justice; while Quick Gun follows a South Indian’s quest to get the non-vegetarians quit eating meat.

5. There was Felicity Shagwell who could not resist Austin Power and here is Mango dolly who is madly in love with Quick Gun Murugan.

Now this is what we call a perfect example of sambar and salsa.

A beer party for your dog!

2009-09-02T09:27:00.005+05:30

Lazy afternoon, sitting on your couch, remote in hand and your lips sucking the rim of a beer bottle with of course, your dog by your side. Sounds like you? Does not sound like me for sure, but I indeed have friends who want to do just this. I have always tried experimenting alcohol with my dogs. I love to see their reaction. Whisky is a saint. He hates the smell of alcohol and cigrets. Brandy on the other hand, is at times curious to know what's in the person's glass. I at times dip a piece of chicken in wine and give it to my doggies. Whisky gives me a bad look and say, "I don't want anything to do with alcohol", but Brandy takes a good bite into it. Anyway that is about my dogs.
If you want to sit and enjoy beer with you dog, then there is "Bowser Beer" that is made specially for dogs. The drink consists of malt barley, beef/chicken broth, glucosamine, citric acid and sodium benzonate and the drink comes with a warning: May cause "doggy-beer-googles". Hmm dogs are sure to love it. The beer is the invention of a small family owned company called the 3 busy dogs.

There is something about Whisky

2009-08-22T18:07:00.004+05:30

Whisky can not see me cry. No matter what the tears in my eyes are for. He just would not see my eyes wet with tears. Let it be tears of happiness or sadness or anger. I was missing Paresh and found that the house had no except me and the pups. And I thought well fine, this is a good time to shed some tears. And there Whisky was. All over me, licking me, wagging his heavy tail on my face, using his paws on my head. Fine, I stopped crying, he gave me a lick and went back to sleep. The other day, I had a tiny argument with Paresh and felt miserable about it. So... a few drops of tears again rolled down as I told Paresh, I love you. Now these were the tears of victory. Victory? Oh yes. Victory of our stupid argument ending up smoothly. Whisky was deep in his sleep. But as soon as the tears touched me cheek there he was. Standing behind me, his paws on my shoulders, licking my ears which soon turned to licking my face and in no time I was out of the chair on the floor with Whisky cheering me up. And last night, I was watching Balika Vadhu. A serial where all the women in the household cry one after the other and soon the entire house is creating a pond with their tears. Well...okay...i too joined them in the sobbing drama and there he was. Once again. On top of me. Now this handsom dog of mine is a huge guy. A full grown German Shepard. You can imagine his size and his weight. His front two paws on my stomach and he frantically licking me up. I hugged him and sobbed a bit more into his fur. But, no. He won't take my sobbing. He sat with me until the stupid serial was over. Yeah sat right there on my tummy. But he made sure I stop crying and change the channel to some thing more funny. There is some thing about this boy of mine and my crying.
And as I type this, there he is, fighting with Brandy, debating on who saw the ball first.

With love from NYC

2009-08-22T17:53:00.005+05:30

Today could not be better. Just when I was thinking Paresh is going to hate me all his life for the way I make a castle out of an ant hill, with all his unspoken words, he proved me wrong. Paresh sent me a nice, fresh bouquet all the way from New York City. He has the knack of making me feel so very special. I love the feeling that I belong to him. Thanks a bunch hunk. Love you forever.

Oops! My bikini is gone.

2009-08-21T16:40:00.006+05:30

All you men out there, want to get back your own back after a break-up? Try the vanishing Get Naked costume. Sold on at www .racheshop.de is a saucy thong swim suit that promises to disappear in water in 3 minutes. The bikini available online in the color black is sure sending the men in Germany wild. Let's imagine this. Hey honey! I'm going in for a dip... Hey honey! I'm out and so is my bikini! Ahem! Just out of curiosity... how does this bikini help the dumped guys get back with their girl?

Source: TIO

The dog that roars!

2009-08-21T15:39:00.004+05:30

Meet 'Tiger' a canine who awoke curiosity by not barking, but roaring. Wow! Tiger belongs to a farmer in Karwar called Pundalik and is reported to look like a tiger with yellow and black stripes. What is more? It roars when provoked.
Lets do the guess game now. Was the mother a tiger or was it the father. If the mother was the dog, must I say that we have a real desperate tiger on the move. Watch out. And if the father was a dog...just imaging what guts the dog had to bang a tigress. Now that is what I call brave heart.

Saif and his mystery woman

2009-08-21T14:44:00.005+05:30

Past three days, Bangalore Times has been printing the news of Saif Ali Khan and his hunt for his childhood sweetheart. This is what I guess is Saif Ali Khan's idea of promoting his new TV show which I feel like him sucks. Now this is my personal opinion.

The section of Saif and his hunt started on 19th August which says, "I last saw her when she was seven." Agreed. Then he says, "but years of tight schedules and working weekends have kept me from her all these years." Well well must I say, until before Dil Chahta Hai, you were no where to be seen. Hell! no one wanted to cast you in their movies. Guess you were busy shuttling from one director to the other to take you in a movie or maybe building your body. What if acting does not sell. At least a hot bod does. What say? The newspaper section ends by saying, "Does Saif find this mystery girl? Watch this space to find out." Okay. Done.

The next day, the heading is, "Will we ever meet?" Which shows serious impatience and despair in the inability to hunt your sweetheart which is really agreeable. The section again ends asking the readers, "Will Saif find his mystery woman? To find out, keep watching this space! "

The third day he has found his love and the news section or should I say gossip section ends by saying, "Now, don’t watch this space for more. Watch TV!" Wow was this not quick? Luck is really with you.

Duhh! Is this all you create curiosity? Are you really so impatient?

Flaws:

The public is not as stupid as you think. Sure they know you are bull shitting.

And if you were serious, the next day news would sure be of Bebo turning into a wild bull whose ass is on fire. This is her chance for publicity. how can she let go of it?

If you were really hunting, Bangalore Times instead of showing a large picture of you, would have focused on a large picture of the girl. So that the girl would see the picture herself and get in touch with you.

Fine. None of the above holds good and it is all my thinking. Lets say that the idea of you promoting your show is brilliant. But don't you think you should at least tell people on which channel should they watch your show? Like what does, "Now, don’t watch this space for more. Watch TV!" mean?

After Love Aaj Kaal's flop, I am sure things are hard for you. But is it so hard that you make a fool out of your self this way? Publicity ke liye sala kutch bhi karega.

A baby at 41 for Dion using her 8 yr old frozen embyo

2009-08-20T10:55:00.003+05:30

Apart from having a terrific figure and the stamina of a sprinter at 41, Celion Dion is now creating waves with the news of her pregnancy. Lucky enough to have a baby at 41 isn't it? But it ain't luck alone here, I would call it "planning". The music star froze her embryo so that she could conceive anytime she wanted to. After eight years of being frozen, the music star feels it is the right time to make her embryo useful.

Dion's doctor, Dr. Zev Rosenwaks, told the PEOPLE magazine that he performed the in-vitro fertilization for Celine's pregnancy, and that when he informed her that the pregnancy had taken, he "could hear her chuckling" with joy. "She was very happy. So was René (her husband).

The doctors reports that there have been embryos that have been frozen for even more than 15 years that have thawed and resulted in a pregnancy.

Of sperms and ovas and taste

2009-08-19T11:36:00.006+05:30

It was just yesterday that I was chatting with Dragon on Gmail. And the conversation went like this:

Dragon: So hogged?

Me: Yes did :)

Dragon: What?

Me: Roti, sabji, Cucumber and Dahi

Dragon: No non-veg?

Me: Naah...not very interested in non veg

Dragon: Don't tell me you are still a veggie

To give you a brief, When Drag and I went to Banergatta for our first and the last vacation, an incident made me dislike non veg. Not that I was too keen in mutton, beef, pork or chicken, but that incident made me give up chicken and eating all those creatures that have four legs and do not fly. This way... I killed the joy that my father used to get when he cooked non-veg for me and the doggies. Slowly.. beef, pork and mutton received a no entry at my house...my dogs were mad at me for that. The pups of mine started developing a taste in chicken then and the huge beef bone that they used to relish on every Sunday, changed to they relishing the raw hide bone that I got for them from the super mart every Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. Gradually my father found himself forcing the chicken into my mouth.. of course after the butcher killed it and my father cooked it with some salt and pepper. The bored and disgusted look on my face while forcing the chicken into my mouth or slipping them under the table into Whisky/brandy's mouth gave papa a signal that his girl has turned into a veggie. So, Back to the conversation.

Me: Who told you I was a veggie? I never was...I never gave up non veg. I can't survive without having eggs for breakfast. And fish.. yum! ... I love them... just that my dogs don't eat 'em so fish is generally rare at home.

Dragon: Do you know what eggs are?

Me: Ohh No (Shocked) I don't... (dork)

Dragon: Well they are the unborn of a hen and a cock. So basically speaking, eggs are the sperm and ova of some creature. Yuk...How can you eat them?

Me: Wow! That just gives me a idea that sperms and ova's are tasty especially when cooked.

Dragon: Yuk how can you eat it?

Me: I don't know about you, but I of course can... and must I say.. I love it.

Hmm... well well.. so... eggs are the sperms and ova of a cock and a hen. Wow! And they taste yum. You thinking what I am thinking? Just that this is a public blog and I have my parents reading it. Don't think I really want to reveal what I am thinking ;-)

By the way, if it is abortion for humans, why is it an Omletter for the chicken?

2009-08-10T18:02:00.002+05:30

Light and darkness never mingle,

not by option, but by choice
they prefer to live it single

Who ever said, "beauty comes from within"
was probably high or without skin

Retarded colors sleep upside down in the dark
I think cats are only funny when they bark

You don't say stuff like that when it bends the truth
I also know it don't come from the outside of your youth

I'm lost thinking about you

2009-08-10T17:50:00.002+05:30

I don't know what it is,

But there is a glow on your face tonite

To keep staring at you even for a second,

I would gladly give up my sight.

I know it sounds strange, but when I look up at the sky majestic blue,

I feel I was custome made for you.

Every time I think about you,

I am lost in wind that dances around you.

This is how my Paresh is

2009-08-10T17:31:00.004+05:30

His hands, smooth like the hyme of a river,

His eyes matched to the sound of the pleasant wind

He walks like he is dancing with the moon

His smile like stars that will come soon

His talks like the song of a robin.

So perfect that I fail to describe

All I can do is howl like the wolf in the hour glass ship.

Power of my curves

2009-08-10T17:02:00.003+05:30

I am not a model to carry a size zero with me,

my eyes are brown not hazel, green or blue

My hair is short and black not the blonde that I can flaunt it loose.

Too lazy to wear make up that I am,

And my tension is shown on my chewed up nails.

I am not the one whose beauty will catch the fancy of many men

But I have one beautiful curve that sets all men straight

I call this curve of mine a smile.

A funny curve it is, wierd things that it can do

I give him one and he gives one to me

And one smile makes two.

it wrinkles up my face

and, yet people say I look preety when I do so

A funny curve that it is.

History of old sayings.

2009-08-07T11:57:00.003+05:30

Many a times, when I read some real humorous status message on some one's gtalk or something inspirational, I think, "how did these saying come about?"
Like heavy rains, why would anyone say, "It's raining cats and dogs"? What does filty rich or dirt poor mean? It sure has to do something with history. Take a peep.
The story backs down to the 1500's where bathing was once in an occasion plan. It used to be a lavish ceremony. A tub would be filled with water of just the right temperature and petals of roses would be thrown in. First, the man of the house would have the privilege of the nice, clean, hot water to bath in, then all the other men and sons would take a dip, then the women of the house would be allowed and finally, will be the turn of the children, in order of age leaving the babies of the house for the last dip. By then the water would be so dirty that you could actually loose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out of the bath water."
In thoses days, cooking meant vegetables cut, put in a kettle with water and fire burning under the utensil to keep the water boiling. This kettle was hung on the tree, a normal height of an average man, making it at a 'not so average height for the women'. Everyday the women would cut vegetables and fling it into the pot and lite the fire. They would eat their full and leave the left overs in the kettle. The next day they would add more vegetables to the pot and cook it along the previous nights stew. Sometimes the kettle would have food in it for as long as nine days and so came the rhyme, "Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot, nine days old."
Coming back to the rains, in ancient times, people built thatched houses. The roofs would have thick straw, piled high with no wood under it. This made the roof a warm place to live in. So all the dogs, cats and the small insects like mice and cockroaches took shelter on the roof. When it rained, it became slippery and the animal who missed their steps would fall from the roof to the floor. Hence, "It is raining cts and dogs."
There was nothing that could keep the animals and stuffs falling from the roof when it rained. Only the rich who had slate floors could affort to keep their floors clean. Hence, "Dirt poor."

Engaged

2009-08-07T09:08:00.004+05:30

4th of August went well and I got a nice ring hugging my finger now. Yep! I got engaged to this super duper character, Paresh. Cousins, aunts, uncles, niece and friends were all there. Missed a few people on the day, especially Mickey, Kumkum and Kuttu.
And I got one smart and one cute brother-in-law and real good in-laws. Ma was real pleased with my abilities to wear a sari finally and papa showed real excitement to his son getting home a daughter for him. So, finally, the Redkar's can now boast of a daughter.

The bliss of uncertainty

2009-07-30T12:01:00.004+05:30

Some hangovers last a life time and some just fade with the first tide. There are answers for which we have no questions and yet there are questions that never see the light. It is up to you to decide what you want. Scratch your head with the question, fill your heart with the hangovers or sit back and enjoy the bliss of the uncertainty of what life has to offer.

With love Brinda.

In love with darkness and the moon up bright.

2009-07-28T10:34:00.004+05:30

In love with the darkness of the night
I am in love with the madness of the moon so bright.

Out of every fear, with me left, I have no more tear
Out in the rain, I am out of every pain.
The rain that will wash away, all the light of the day.

The darkness tells me, I'm in love with every thing new.
And every thing out of sight, loves me too.

...help me complete it...

If that feels right.. then your night sure feels so bright
The man in your life is so jealousy tight, would head and out fight every thing in sight ;)
Being possessive is now his birth right, and deserves your warm hug in spite :) -Morgan.

Happy to have moved on

2009-07-23T10:51:00.008+05:30

I was still in love when you tore me apart.

You hurt me, caused me pain and yet I forgave.

Difficult it was to forget, but I succeeded.

Yes I was wounded, oh yes I was hurt

Still, the love in my heart, said it would never depart.

And here I am now, happy and content

Wired in the arms of another man,

his heart so true, makes me forget every blue.

Now you want me back, now you say it was the best your life had

Oh your talks, your cries, your stupidity

Killed all the respect I continued to have for you, until last night.

My mind

2009-07-23T10:00:00.004+05:30

My mind,

It loves no solitude

A reserve of random thoughts.

Thoughts, collected and piled as I wade through my life.

Some moments bring me joy, I laugh

And yet some bring a tear, a drop rolls down my cheek.

No matter what, this mind of mine, adamant not to loose a memory.

Keeps them all; fresh, alive and open.

21 days and I will be engaged.

2009-07-16T11:39:00.009+05:30

Tic-Toc, Tic-Tok...It is coming, it is coming and it is coming nearer and nearer. Am I scared? Am I tensed? Happy? All the feelings are so mixed that I don't know what to feel. I don't know how to react. Haven't felt as shy ever. Yeahhhhhhhhh I am getting engaged. Yes, I said I am getting engaged. Engaged to Paresh on the 4th of August.

To go back the memory lane of how our relationship landed up here,

Well I saw this guy in AOL on one of the functions. The guy was actively taking part handling all the back stage activities. There are not many people in AOL whom I don't know. So...my curiosity took me to him to get myself an introduction. First I thought he might be from the event management company but then, the AOL ID hanging out of his denim, proved me wrong... a few chats here and there and I lost interest and went back to my normal zindegi. Then came Robert and said... I know this guy. He studied in blah blah school, lives at blah blah place and then Paresh AIM's saying, "Ding! Do you remember me?" Loose talks here and there and he tells me he was dating Robert's friend. Now this caught my interest. A topic to gossip on with Robert. Things moved on, chemistry took an interesting path and one fine day his mother decided to grace Bangalore with her presence. He surprised me with taking me to his ma. I threw a great impression on her and in the evening, my cell beeps with an SMS saying, "Ma would be happy to see you as her daughter-in-law and I would love to see you as my wife. Would you marry me?"All I could do was freeze. Now, my principles tells me, "Brinda, if a person falls under the category of being your classmate or your colleague, you do not get into a relationship with them.". Bounced between my so called principle and the care and pampering I get from him, I text my parents, "would you be happy if I told you I want to get married?" Phone calls began flooding me with Papa, Mummy, Mickey, Kumkum all enquiring.

Our parents meet and the day is decided.

So long, the news was just like a feeling of achievement. An achievement, that Paresh is ready to be mine forever. But now, I am anxious. New responsibilities. A vow to love Paresh forever, live with his good as well as bad, mingle in his friend circle, new people, new language, a whole new family. Anxious, scared, yet happy. Happy to belong to him.

Paresh in his various avtars!

2009-07-14T11:08:00.000+05:30

no time to blog...

2009-07-13T17:10:00.001+05:30

Juggling between Testing and writing leaves me no time to blog. Boo hoo!

Ruben-The star in making

2009-07-10T10:14:00.004+05:30

Last night, I was with Paulo Cahelo's 'The Winner Stands Alone'. Yet another book preaching "follow your dream" And here I find Ruben, who quit his job today to follow his dream. Okay, this is his second dream but still. Hats of to you Ruben (and your team). I am so happy and proud of you.
Music is Ruben's passion, his own album a dream.
Check his work at: http://www.myspace.com/pralayhtheband

Bikers with a message to the world.

2009-06-25T18:52:00.003+05:30

With there being number of bikers, riding from Bangalore to Leh for a cause, spreading awareness about various social things, there are a few bikers on the everyday Bangalore roads with more message and awareness to spread. It is fun and astonishing to read what people write on their vehicles. Like take a look at a few I came across.

"Eat my shit". Hell why? Why would anyone, anyone do that? And why would you ask a total stranger to eat your shit? You think it is funny eh?
"Your children will thank me" Why? Of all the children, why only my children. I first saw this on reva, the electric car and it made total sense. But when a sumo puts this up...Sense of humor...royally screwed.
"I am a freak and so are you" Let each one speak on their own behalf. You are a freak for sure, but why include me?
"I recycle" Good. Now should I come empty my garbage bin in your house or would you come collect it from my house?
"I rule the road" Yeah right! Says who.
"I am your grandfather" Oh! If you are my grandfather, who is the old jerk toothlessly farting with my granny?
"Jesus is watching" He he he and there you are enjoying a blow in the tinted car. Thought no one was watching, didn't you?
"Narsimha loves Chinnu" Me too me too. Is Chinnu hot?

A drop of happiness

2009-06-24T09:59:00.010+05:30

Whether you get up from the wrong side of the bed or the right, there are somethings in life, that no matter what will always give you joy. At least I have one such list of things.

Having the pleasure of bed tea the minute you wake up. Okay, now many people like to brush before the tea but me, I like it the minute I put my legs from the bed to the ground. I would be happy if it was Whisky or Brandy who gave me the tea as the greeted me in the morning.
Thinking of Whisky-Brandy, being greeted by your dog with that wet sloppy lick when you are still half asleep. It maybe annoying but think of a time you wake up and your dog has not come to your room. Phew! I would not like it a bit.
Looking at a person run in the morning. Shirt sweaty, nice legs...;-) Huge aunties huffing and puffing in a group, walking up and down the lane, complaining about their maid.
A flower shop on the way. Bright Red, yellow flowers stacked up. Beautifully clustered bunch of contrasting colored flowers.
Seeing a school child jumpily going to school. Her mother holding her in one hand and the bag in another.
Outside a road side hotel, the sound when water is sprinkled on a hot tava.
A bunch of girls giglling as they suck on their vanilla cone.
A road shadowed with trees. This used to be so common in Bangalore once upon a time.
Fresh green huge coconuts sold on the road side on a hot summer day.
The smell of popcorn.
Enjoying the sweet evening breeze of silence on your roof-top.
Cuddled with your partner, watching the calmness of the moon.
The sound of the beach.
The smell of Earth with water sprinkled on it.
Finding a ten rupee note in the pocket of an old jeans.

I am keeping the list a running one. Tell me what gives you happiness, and I will put them up.

So here is what others have to add to the list:

Paresh:

Smile from your loved one when you are alone and depressed.
Seated by the seaside listening to the sounds of waves.
Listen to jazz and sleep to its music.
Riding a bike when the air is cool and it hits your face so tenderly, leaving behing a chill.

Alex:

Cloudy sky , with sun no where visible.
A road to zoom your bike on with no traffic in sight.
Start your day with appam and egg roast with garam chai.
The sight of a pair of sexy butt.
Someone to open the door after a hard day of work instead of you keying in.
A kiss when you are back home.

Sugar:

A call from mom when she is cooking. A call to tell you she is cooking something you like and it made her remeber you.
A call from an old friend to tell you he is still alive and kicking.

Morgan:

1. To wake up in the middle of the night and look at the calm and pleasant face of your gal next to you.

2. Drive my G35 with no fear of RTA radars.

3. Sky dive and feel the rush.

4. In the last party, was accused of kissing every one there after 8 rounds of vodka. Cant agree to it, but the fun of learning your weird acts when sober is awesome.

5. The trembling limbs when you ask some one interesting out for the first time.

6. Watching kids in the park.. they are spooky and funny at the same time.

7. My Granny's way of serving food and caring.. Miss her.

In you I have seen-A love that has so true been

2009-06-01T11:35:00.004+05:30

When you thought I wasn't listening,
you told all your friends what a pretty babe you got.
Since then I have always wanted to look the best.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
You played with my pups and spoke to them
It made me feel what a good father you would turn to be.

Though I made a fuss, you still continued
to be make time for your pals to help them out.
It told me what a good friend all of them see in you.

When I was lazy, you took time to cook for me.
When I was tired, you massaged me gently.
It showed me how much you care for me.

When you thought I was deep in sleep
You puckered a kiss on me so tenderly.
It told me how much in love you are with me.

You showed me, love is not to be showed but felt.
You taught me, love is a game, play it well.
And now I want to tell the world
I don't know how many of them will see
that in you I have seen-A love that has so true been.

Marathon for a cause.

2009-06-01T09:15:00.004+05:30

My hunk ran the Bangalore Sunfeast 10K Marathon and he ran for a cause :-O
To impress his babe. I was only head over heels but now, I'm walking on the clouds to know he would go 10K more for me.
I am loving it.Maybe, if you ask me, 10K ain't very great. But then a person who ran only 3K on the treadmill when runs 10K on road, accepting the challenge bang on the face, with all the determination of not cheating and completing it in as little time as possible, undoubtedly needs to be given all the credit in the world.
Three cheers to you and congratulation. Let us make you do more :-P

You redefine love.

2009-05-22T15:38:00.003+05:30

The beauty of a rose is defined in your morning eyes.
At least that is what is seen to my naked eyes.
Your electrifying face is strapped to all my senses.
Your name is painted on all the city fences.
I put all my emotions for you on a giant balloon
Since the day I met you, I have been howling at the moon.
Time and time again, the rainbow has lead me to you,
Your unforgettable thoughts are always something new.
Your kind of love does not need the cupids help,
With your affection, you keep redefining love.

It''s the end with shame.

2009-05-22T12:03:00.000+05:30

I am getting away

I don’t like this game.

Whom are you gonna blame

When all that you got left is You?

I see,

People giving their mask their own name.

I hear,

People screaming “everything is still the same.”

I am in a place where,

Religious people call you lame

I meet people who think,

Life came with the wind and they eat their fame.

People are just covered in a black flame

In the end, they all give birth to shame.

Angels & Demons

2009-05-22T11:35:00.004+05:30

I see angels spinning in infinity
Shouting "Hallelujah"
I see the demons floating
Praying doldrums.
I close my eyes; think about you
I open them ; find you gone.
My demons play with me when you are around
It is the angels talking where you are not around
My thoughts, sandwiched in between the angels and demons,
throw a part of me which was never known.
I make mistakes; fail to make them right.
No matter what I do,
the sun in your life, I fail to make bright.
No matter what love, no matter what care,
I fail to appreciate, every gesture to make.
There is no value of the tears that fall at night
Every other morning is spoilt with another fight.

Sorry-but I love you.

2009-05-22T08:16:00.004+05:30

I woke up guilty today; scared to look at my mobile as I knew there would be no unanswered call or a message to look forward to in my inbox. Ashamed enough to be unable to text in a simple message. Still with the slightest hope I flipped my phone to see what I had expected--a screen with only my wallpaper on it. Yet some things in life do not change. The doggies still came to give me a lick. As I took them out, the joy I could see as the ran and played around made me think-it is best to be born with the heart of a dog. Unconditional love. Many times I have said it is luck to be born as a dog. You get all the love, the pampering, comfort, food. But apart from being envious of a dogs life, I am envious of their ability to love. Their ability to forgive and forget. Their ability to consider you God just because you give them food and take them for a walk. They have a unique ability to spread joy, no wonder they are loved so much.
I have been with dogs all life. I had dogs at home, the street dogs who used to accompany me to school. When I moved to college, there was a dog who would wait for me at 1 near the college gate. Just as I am about to Enter the Air Force Station, there are dogs waiting to accompany me home. At home there always is a dog waiting to lick me and tell me how his day passed. I have spent hours talking to dogs. When I wait for the cab to office every morning, I see people making strange faces at me thinking what the hell am I talking to dogs. Yet, I realize there is nothing I have been able to learn from these four legged creatures. And if they ever taught me anything, I have forgotten all that they taught me.
Even after being a dog person, today I feel that I have all the characteristics of a cat whom I hate. My inability to show love to people keeps failing me.
The Goan HR, loves me, pampers me, cares for me, is always thinking of ways to make me happy. But what do I do in return? Yell and nag. Make his life miserable. So much that no amount of me saying sorry would do any more good. Maybe I have said sorry so many times now, that "sorry" just feels like a word.
My dad. The one person who made me his boy, taught me how to live in a mans world, gave me all my strength and smartness--I yell at him for every other reason. I yell at him for taking the long cut when he could have taken the shorter root. Without acknowledging the fact that he made time to drop me-long cut or short cut. His love is what is driving him to drop me to where I want to go.
My mother, who is he reason behind my so called happy go lucky nature, my confidence, my ability to talk non-stop is all because of her. And when she tries to correct me or help me out, I yell again.
Why is it that I take the people who matter the most to me for granted? Every time I yell at them, why do I forget to think that they have a heart which is being hurt because of me? And every time I see them still clinging to me, why do I assume that it is their duty to love me, care for me and be besides me?
Saying sorry or getting them a gift only puts a plaster to the wound. But deep down the wound, the skin I know will never be the same and yet I fail to tell them I love them or show them I care. Two drops of tears does not take my guilt away.
I wish, if not born as a dog next time, at least I have the heart of a dog which shows people unconditional love. Give me the ability to make people around me happy.
If only ending this post by asking for your forgiveness helped--I am sorry. I do love you.

Expressions unshown.

2009-05-21T12:41:00.000+05:30

At times I feel being a man is more difficult than being a woman. Like the saying goes, Man feels no pain. Is that really true? Why do men hide their feelings? Is it the ego? Social stigma? or is it the fear of being ridiculed? “Mard ke seena mae dard nahi hota” is a humbug. Of course men feel the pain and if I think about it, it is deeper than a woman’s. A woman can go about and cry when she feels like. Hundreds of folks would surround her and comfort her. A guy on the other hand, would never take this chance. He does not want a cry baby tag around his neck. We women are in a better position when it comes to feelings. We open up and tell the world what we feel. And since it is an accepted fact that women’s feelings are more complex and interlinked to thousand other factors, we are heard up on with more patience. We get all the empathy and sympathy. We are allowed to yell and nag. But when a man yells—that is the end of it. If the yelling is on a woman, he is rude (of course, he is not supposed to) and if he yells at a man, it turns into a fight. A man would keep his feelings deep within himself. So, there are two things that can happen. A) He forgets one feeling as soon as the other feeling needs space or B) He piles them all up and builds a volcano. And since you are a man, this volcano is not allowed to burst. This volcano, unable to burst keeps burning and then one day you get so used to the sensation that you can’t feel it any more.

At birth, we are all the same. A girl baby is as cute as a boy baby. They use the same toiletries on them. Whether it is a boy or a girl, Johnson’s product is what is used. Both of them are allowed to express themselves in the same way. The world would have been a different place if we could still continue to express ourselves the way we always used to. Express ourselves without the sexes coming in between.

Don’t keep all those feelings within yourself. If you can express love, (which most of them suck in doing) you can express other emotions too. Find a partner who would understand. Cry to them. Pour your heart to them. After all, real men do cry. Secret: Women love real men over the fake ones ;-)

What does beauty give you?

2009-05-21T10:30:00.005+05:30

I was writing up an article for Asylum--Look better-earn more. Research reveals, attractive people earn 12% more than the counter in topic. The victory comes as people believe, the attractive ones are more helpful and co-operative. I am not sure how beauty shows on the pay cheque but I am positive that beauty can take you places.

It makes you popular. Every guy wants to be seen with you.
Helps you pass your interview.
Gets you a free ride home.
Shopkeepers are more friendlier and patient with you.
The waiter is more ready to serve you and flock around your table.
People around look at your boyfriend with envious eyes.

But apart from all this, I feel beauty gives you that extra bit of confidence. You feel good about yourself. With your beauty you know people are ready to hear you. So what if they want to hear you just because they can see you too. You get your work done right? Tell me what you thnk beauty can get you till then, Happy good looking.

Her beauty is a living sin.

2009-05-18T12:25:00.004+05:30

As she walks past you,
She gives a seductive grin
She will make your heart spin
She'll cause a pain deep within.

She can play with you,
Melt your heart like snow
In her eye a sorcerous glow will show
But she will never stop by to say-Hello!

On the chair she sits with her perfect skin
With her fingers, a music she is typing
If you try to touch her, you will sink
Her beauty, her charm. She is a living sin.

Chinese Authors are weird!

2009-05-17T19:31:00.003+05:30

Wondered how some books have no meaning but yet they keep you glued? I was reading this book, raise the red lantern, translated by Michael S. Duke. The book is a brain child of Su Tong, a Chinese or Japanese author. The book comprises of 3 stories, each of which, by the time you reach the last page, wonder--What was the story trying to tell? But the astonishing thing is, the book kept me glued. As soon as I come home from office, I would coil around with the book. My mother, who is an avid reader, wondered if it is really such a nice book? "It is a stupid book", I told her. I would not recommend this book to anyone but, I some how liked it. I suppose all Chinese authors write such books. I once read a book by some Murakami guy. Another Chinese or Japanese. That book too was with a weird/stupid ending. But it had the ability to keep me glued to the book. Both the books never gave a hint of what is going to happen next. How the story is going to turn around. What form is the story going to take. The reader is always clueless of what is going to happen next. And the vocabulary--remarkable. I sat with a dictionary as I was reading ;-)
Currently, I am reading, Unaccustomed Earth by Jumpha Lehri. An award winning book yet I feel it is very so slow and dull.
Talking about books, if I had to mark my favorites, I would go in for--God of small things, confession of an ex-girlfriend and A walk to remember. Maybe, I will mark Paulo Cohelo's Eleven minutes and Alchemist too. Wow! I feel my list can go on and on. Chao for now.

Our interests lie in someone else's issues

2009-05-13T20:01:00.003+05:30

On my way back home, I saw a big crowd gather on the road--just a bottle neck in the traffic. I being in the cab, had the advantage of height which allowed me to see why the crowd had gathered. All that was happening was, a police man, an auto-driver and a biker (I suppose) were talking. Just to see this, people stopped their car to have a look. Bikers, with a concerned expression, slowed down their vehicles, crowd of people gathered to hear the conversation among the 3 men. Now these are the people; the spectators here that is, are the ones you will find honking if someone ahead of them slows down their vehicle. They will start honking or raising the accelerator the minute the traffic signal changes from red to orange. At the drop of the hat, they are yelling fowl words at you. But these, so seemingly busy people, have all the time in the world to stop and watch a confusion on road that in no way concerns them.
This also makes me realize that, people are more interested in other peoples issues. A bad road accident, and a lot of people gather. But how many of them really come for help? How many of them take the accident victim to the hospital? How many of them have the presence of providing first aid immediately or informing the police? I am not telling they are all bad. There are good spectators too but think about the numbers.
A fight in someones household. Maybe a loud wife nagging her husband, husband abusing the wife, parents yelling or beating their children; and there will be another curious set of spectators reborn. People will peep from their windows to find out what is going on. Few of them will come to their balconies and there are few who would be shameless enough to actually peep into the window of the house causing the commotion. But, do these spectators do anything about it? Have you ever seen someone go calm the fighting couples? Tell the parents "you are being too harsh on your kid. He is just a little boy"? "Why should we? It is their personal matter." This is what they would say. Exactly my point. If you know it is their personal matter, why are you so curious to know what is going on?
Mr. Khanna ki beti kirana store wale ke bete, Rahul, ke saath bhaag gaye" Spread the news like fire in the jungle. How many would, with true heart, go to Mr. Khanna and console the couple? Offer help?
Why are we always more interested in other peoples business more than our own? In this busy world, where we have no time to spend for a cup of coffee with friends or family, how do we manage to get time for such matters? If we have time, why is there no time to help?
Maybe we never thought about it. But sure, it is never too late. There is always time to be good. Do one good thing and see the joy you get out of it.

I once loved it here. It isn't the case any more.

2009-05-12T08:12:00.005+05:30

As I entered the office today, my eyes caught upon the C and D on the red and blue background. I am talking about the Economic Times Corporate Dossier. I was with the Times of India, working as a response officer for the Economic times and CD was one of my areas. Though I never wrote any CD in my tenure of 3 months with the Economic Times, yet every time my eyes falls on this piece, I feel a kind of happiness and a proud feeling seeps into me.
ITC, Google, TIO. I loved working for these brands. All my three work places paid me either for my communication skills or for my writing abilities. I was hired into AOL as an editor. AOL is a fantastic place to work at. And it is surrounded with the best people in the world. The job was interesting and one of a kind which every guy envied.
But now things are so weirdly different. Going to work was once fun. If it was not for my dogs at home, I would have preferred spending all my time in the office. My team, my friend circle was the best I could ask. I loved each one of them. It felt like being within your own clan. But now, thinking of work makes my head spin. The minute the cab touches the service road, I feel like asking the driver to stop the vehicle right away so that I can jump out of it.
I am a purely non-tech person. Until 2006, I did not even have my own e-mail ID. That is how far I was from the technical world. And now suddenly I am surrounded with people who do not talk in a language I learnt. This language--as I understand is all coding-Java, PHP, user agent and blah blah Greek Latin maybe Chinese who knows. Lifted from being an editor, I was dumped into being a software tester in a very polished way. Using adjectives like versatile, multifaceted, flexible they slowly began pushing me into being a tester. And when I said "No", it was too late.
AOL no more is the best place to work at. It used to be the best once and it was only because I loved what I did. It gave me a dream that my communication and all the knowledge I got from the industry giants like Google and Times Of India will be put to the best use. But now, all I feel is cheated. Cheated by Vinay. Cheated by Sharmila. Cheated by a lot more people and cheated by the management. It feels like an ugly daughter is given away to the groom with a exorbitantly large amount of dowry just to get rid of the ugly duck.
I feel so stressed out these days. With every wink, I have the ability to get angry and mad. I am irritated all the time. Looks like it is time to update my resume. Bid a bye to every one here. But the way my job has been twisted and turned and molded and re-modified, I wonder, what expertise do I show in my resume? Which kinda company do I want to apply for. I want to remain in the media industry. But for that do I look for an advertising firm? IT and media would have been the best bet, but AOL-the IT/media company has given me enough signs not to re-apply in any such industries.
I don't like this place any more.

Namma Bangaluro

2009-05-07T10:00:00.008+05:30

You know You are in Bangalore;

When it rains on one half of Commercial
and the other half is absolutely dry.
Complaining about pot-holes
is the only thing people here cry.

You are shooed out of pubs and bars
at the strike of eleven and thirty.
With ironed shirt and wrinkled pants
is how you will find people at a party.
The restaurant you eat at,
allows you to buy dresses and crockery.

There are two places in town called RM Halli
Both at opposite ends of the city.
The weather bureaus here predicts rain
but the city would remain as dry as martini.

Theaters and multiplex make way for shopping malls
Hip-hop is preffered over trance to have a ball.
Lalbagh and cubbon park-though we crib about it,
On the arrival of a guest, that is the first place of visit.

It is Bangalore;

Where the auto drivers are ever-ready
to burn a hole in your pocket
Where a man returns your wallet
that fell from your jacket.
Where the traffic issue is never-ending
For the arrival of metro people are patiently expecting.

The village on the forest track.

2009-04-29T15:53:00.004+05:30

I lived in the village on the forest track
Where sitting was to have fun
Under the tree where old folks sat staring at the sun
Where Children follow yellow birds to the lake.
In the river they jump to have a break.
But I left that place that village
And here I am in the burg
'cause no longer the rest I could take.
The town is good the town is fast
No one here has the time to stop and ask.
I miss my home, I miss the sea.
I miss that tree,
Where the chirpy birds flew free
Now I am ready. My bags I want to pack
But the path home I can't find back
I guess I should never have left,
"Cause you were there
Screaming at the moon-"Make it rain Honey and Gold."
I never understood how good it was
It never amazed me how precious that was
Now it all seems like a fairy tail
My t-shirt left under the dusty trail
So I know it is real
I am going back
To the village on the forest track.

Just gassing around :-P

2009-04-09T17:13:00.002+05:30

लगे जब तुमको डर
मंजिल तुम्हे जब आये न नज़र
काम न आये जहा व्हिस्की बियर और लिकुओर
दिल थामे खड़े रहो निडर
संग तुम्हारे, ब्रिंदा है इधर!

He he he :-P

Impregnated!

2009-04-05T08:55:00.005+05:30

After a lot of Umm...Ahh, a confused brain, lots of questions, juggling with my inner self, asking myself "what do I want to do?" "Do I really want to do it?" "Am I really ready?" "Shall I take the risk?" "Pa and Ma are not going to be very happy to know it!" "Should I still follow my dream?" "Should I? or should I wait?" "Let the opportunity pass?" Finally, I decided!

I am going to be impregnated. I am in love, have always been in love since I knew. And I am ready to take it in. I am ready for it. It is a risk. The proportionality of the risk has doubled owing to the recession. But this is what I have always wanted. It is time for the egg to fertilize now. And I am going to nourish it with hard work, dedication, determination and the charm of my well complimented smile ;-)

I am ready to be pregnant. Pregnant with the 9 months, NDTV Broadcast Training Program.

So NDTV, I am ready to take you. I am going to be an apprentice with the media giant, NDTV. The nine month training, NDTV Broadcast training program, is going to be tough. But the challenge is "what after 9 months?" Who said life post pregnancy was easy. Initial struggle and then joy forever. And this program is going to be the same. 9 months of sleepless nights, early days, late nights, burning the midnight lamp, keeping a watch on your weight. This project is going to be my baby. A dream ready to be fulfilled. A dream to be on TV. To be known by many. Fame, popularity, Anchoring, journalism.

Special Thanks to:
Robert, who always told me, "This is what you always wanted. Do it." She knew more than me, that I should do it. The struggle is nothing when it comes to following your dream. As she wished me on my interview day, I realized, there are so many people who believe I can do it.
Pat: Who kept telling me "You are going to be a celebrity." and then every time he saw me tensed, he would say, "Babe! do what your heart says." "Listen to it and follow your dream." But this rascal was as confused as I was.
Sidh: Now this sweetheart always knows what is right for me. When I thought the risk was too heavy, I decided, let Sidh do the decision making. I was sure he could not go wrong. He took a days time. Asked his acquaintance in the related field. He did get negative feedback from them. Yet after a long thought process, decided, I should do it.
Mr. Khan: He is a politician. He showed me the bait of the glamor that lies in there.
Mr Negi: The media adviser of Rahul Gandhi. When he called me, I had already made up my mind. But the thrill of getting a call from the media adviser of Rahul Gandhi! I had to get into this field.
Nareeena: she is the program director of Shara TV. She gave me a hint of the inside story and told me the fun part too ;-)

Wish me luck please :-)

2009-03-30T21:55:00.002+05:30

From my existence comes a unique song
Performed with surest, my dance is phantasmagoric.
Out of the web, I sleep in peace
Grief I have none, nothing I have to loose.
Trying to forget you, I remembered the one I never knew.

Hallelujah...

2009-03-30T20:12:00.005+05:30

I was reading this post on my friend's blog on God. Well, God and I haven't spoken much. There was a time when I never believed in God. Never ever went to a place of worship as they call it. Ridiculed the word "God". Even now, I do ridicule the three letter word, crack every joke I can. Avoid mandir/Church at all cost until given a dose of emotional atyachar by a loved one or to escape from the gyan of "You should believe in God." But every time I ask myself "Do I believe in God?" I am found speechless. My ego stops me from saying "yes" and my current being stops me from saying "no".
I don't want to say "yes" because, for 23 years I have never believed in God. Made fun of him/her and gotten away with it. Nothing bad happened to me. My life has been as fantastic. Lady luck has always been good to me. I don't want to say "no" because, lady luck has always been good to me, I have lost and still still found. I feel blessed from within.
If I have to count the number of times (out of my knowledge) that I went to temple or church would be, Once with Arun, a college friend of mine because he went extremely senti one day and wanted to go. I wanted to be with him when he needed so happily went. Next was with Mummy. I was under high medication and after a hell long period began responding to people. So she took me there to ask the almighty to take care of me and get me well soon. Next was for the love of Dragon. This was the most willful time when I went to the church. Drag believes in God and so much that it lead to a break in our what I thought, "strong love for one another."
It was in church, that I realized Dragon is gone. And this time he isn't coming back. Victor told me it was all in God's plan and I should just accept it. Sundays gave me immense peace. Every Sunday I could reason; it wasn't me, wasn't Dragon, it was God who did not want it.
It allowed me to continue loving Dragon. But every time I was in church, my mind would go back to Drag and tell him silently, it is okay. Don't be guilty.
And when I began to drift drag away, I realized I could no longer take that sermon on God anymore.
Every time I go speechless on being asked if I believed in God, is because I wonder, if it was God who is making me capable of still loving Dragon or is it my father who helped me to move on with reasoning. If papa helped me to forget, Church made me forgive.
Before 23, I would always say "No" as an answer to believe in God question. At that time Papa was my God. Every time someone asked, I would say, "I believe in my father. He is my God." Until I met Ashley. I told him the same thing.
My father is my God.
"Well what do you do when you need something?"
"I go to my father. He can give me everything I want. Hope, faith, love, forgive my mistakes. He is my strength. He is my love. Some one I can always rely on. Some one who will always be there in time of need".
Ashley was indeed impressed. Touched by what I said. "You really love your father" he said.
"Maybe a bit more than that. :-)" I said
"What do you do when he needs something?" "Who is there when he needs strength?"
I had no answers to Ash's question.
I still did not accept there was a word like God.
I continued my life until one day I woke up to my mum's call. Holding back her tears as she said, "Papa is in the hospital. Nothing serious. Just wanted to let you know."
My father is one one of the fittest guy. At 50, he has 5 pegs, has great stamina, swims 20 laps everyday, cycles to work, runs kilo meters with doggies. He had to be the last person to ever need a doctor.
I immediately took the first flight to Bangalore. As I sat in the flight, my mind went back the memory lane when Ashley asked, "What do you do when he needs something?" "Who is there when he needs strength?"
"I will be his strength" I said. I reached the hospital and spent 5 min at the gate and cried my heart out before I could see papa or mummy. I was playing God here. I should not show my knees trembling with fear. I realized, I could be the strength, but I was not God. I still did not believe in the word. I still say, it was my fathers physical fitness that got him out of hospital in no time. Yes. I have my share of ego while saying "God?"
But after 24 years of life, I have realized,that the word does exist in dictionary. It did in other peoples dictionary long ago. But mine too now does. Maybe with a question mark, but it does :-)

Things you never want to hear

2009-03-15T09:53:00.002+05:30

Everyday you interact with n number of people. Hear the things you have always been hearing, hear something new. You talk to the one's you and know and you talk to strangers. There is always something new to hear. But then there are things you had better you had better not heard ;)
So here I am jotting down the things, given the situation, it would have better had I not heard them.
1. Driving with your friend and she says, I am bad at noticing speed breakers. So mind your head. Yeah! Robert told this yesterday on the way back home from Santosh's at 2200 Hrs just before our head was banged to the roof of the car.
2. Your brother telling you, "Papa-mummy should have bargained a bit more before buying you from the flea market." Right. Mickey tells me this every now and then. Does not effect me anymore, but when I was little, I used to wonder how much was I bought for :-P
3. Your baby in your hand and someone tells you, "Oh! what a cute monkey you have there." LOL. I love doing this to Mickey and Kumkum when they are amused with their kids latest development. A mean aunt that I am.
4. In an operation theater, the doc say, "do you think the effect of the anesthesia is wearing off?" Hmm. I went back to being sedated after I heard Dr. Khincha discuss this with the anesthelogist as he was operating my leg.
5. Gone swimming with my enthusastic friend, who always wanted to go swimming. And once you are in the pool, your friend says, "I don't know how to swim. Are you going to watch me drown or are you going to do something about it?" Like, was that an attempted sucide? If yes, then why the hell is it in front of me?

Mommy is in my Tummy!

2009-03-10T18:23:00.003+05:30

It is a fact that kids are messy, noisy, they ask way too many questions and can embarrass the heck out of you. Okay. They are cute, adorable gift of God. Eh! actually they are an outcome of you know what. But whatever. And these little pests are innocent. Like read this out.
Little Walter sees his parents wedding album and is puzzled where the hell was he? So he asks Brent (the father), "Dad. Where am I in all these pictures?" So Brent says "in Mommy's tummy." After this, Walters life goes on as normal. The same playing around, being messy, noisy asking weird questions and then one fine day he sees another picture. This picture has Dad and Walter. So Walter asks Brent,
"Where is Mommy?"
I don't know where Mommy is. She just isn't there, says Brent.
Little Walter thinks for some time and says, "In MY tummy."

Ah! Spells pure innocence. Isn't it?

When Buzz met Suri

2009-03-10T17:17:00.007+05:30

Suresh has been blogged here before but it has always been in combination with the team. But today I'm going to be blogging exclusively for the peri--ver yaar? Nambaal Saar--Sureshhaa.

Suresh is the Associate Manager here managing a bunch of nerdy, geeky developers who code their breakfast, lunch and maybe dinner. Every time I walk in to Suresh's cabin, I get this feeling "wow! Being a manager must be fun." He has crickinfo.com open on his laptop, Citibank's website is his laptops best friend and he entertains you with Tamil rhymes that helps him feed his child. And he is a manger! A manager every geeky nerd would want to have. Come on now, if he could have the patience of sitting down with a technically challenged homo-sapient like me and teach me how to run the Perl script, he indeed must have stuff. Every time I need to bitch, every time I see a slag in the process and for all the secrets that my tummy finds hard to digest, Suresh is always the answer. Suersh has the answers to all the questions--be it personal front, official, future, cars, bike, education, companies, bosses, shopping, children, wife blah blah blah. Just ask him and he would coolly fold his arms above his head and answer. looking at this camera unfriendly guy, there is a picture that says, how lucky Geetha is. Geeta by the way is the wife of the subject. He fools about her all the time saying things like..."oh no beer. One day of beer and I have no food for a day." He walks in to the office lethargically and the answer for the lethargy is "my wife beat me up with a cooker today." Of course it is a joke and I made up half of the things but you get the point right?

So when Brinda met Suresh,
Brinda saw the technical shades ;)
When Suresh met Me
People saw how trapped is he :D

The Golden Kela Awards

2009-03-09T19:26:00.006+05:30

RANDOM Magazine and the Sundaas Film institute on 7th March, 2009, were kind enough to award the film stars 'the golden kela award'. Now this special award was not for just anyone. It was meant only for those, who full heatedly fooled the public with their good for nothing screen chemistry and laughed as they saw the poor janta fill the theater seats. Now for the amount of time and money of the innocent audience wasted, the film stars had to be given an award.

Among the best, worst actors (male) were, Himesh Reshammiya for Karzzzz. Well! Monty is back. Not just back but back with weird hair and lot more kilos for his body to carry. Apart from his acting, the nasal voice could not be forgiven. Ta ta-na-na-na tandoori nights tandoori nights, give him the golden kela award or he may just bite, tandoori nights.

Tushar Kapoor for his dialogues in Golmaal Returns. Tushy had only one movie he could boast about and that was Golmaal. But Golmaal returns is a clear sign from God saying, Tushar beta--enough is enough.
Salman Khan for the work he did in Yuvraj was not spared either. Someone tell Sallu, he needs to grow out of his uhh --ahh umoh-ho kind of language.
Among the best worst actor (female) were, Kangana Ranaut for Fashion and Kareena for Tashan. For all the power yoga to get to the zero figure, RANDOM was kind enough to give Kareena Kapoor the kela. Piggy Chops got the Golden Kela for Love Story 2050. Had she colored her hair green or maybe the color of the kela, it would have gained her more points.
Deshdrohi bagged away the golden kela for the worst movie. No one really knows when the movie relesed but they all knew that it flopped before it released.
Jaspal Bhatti, the chief guest of the Goleden Kela Award, volunteered to take the kela for torturing the public with PJs for ages together. I believe, he was the only one who marched the carpet proudly with an award in hand.
It's good to know that people are awarded not only for their good work but bad work too. If only they followed the same trend in the IT industry too rather than firing the employees off.

making of a new color

2009-03-05T11:51:00.006+05:30

So Paresh and I were musing away discussing colors and then he came up with this new color called Brinda.
By the way, this is the way office flirting goes ;-) :

Brindakrishnan (11:45:14 AM): a portion of red

Pareshredkar (11:45:35 AM): mix a lil white the color of ur cheeks when u get red

Brindakrishnan (11:46:01 AM): gently add the softness of ur palm to it

Pareshredkar (11:46:59 AM): a touch of ur beautiful skin

Brindakrishnan (11:47:23 AM): a tiny blink of ur eye

Pareshredkar (11:47:36 AM): a hint of ur smile

Brindakrishnan (11:47:58 AM): a phrase of your sing song voice

Pareshredkar (11:48:25 AM): a shade of the glitter in ur eyes

Brindakrishnan (11:48:37 AM): the shine of your hair

Pareshredkar (11:48:56 AM): hue of ur anger

Brindakrishnan (11:49:17 AM): dabbed with your patience

Pareshredkar (11:49:23 AM): and a pint of softness

Pareshredkar (11:49:29 AM): that wud make Brinda

Does my heart miss me?

2009-03-04T21:32:00.008+05:30

I gave him my heart
Thinking it would be the safest there.
And how true I was.
But things just changed without a sign
And I had to move on.
In a hurry, to take my heart back, I forgot.
He was thoughtful enough to send it back though.
He packed in nicely, sprayed some perfume.
Decorated it with a nice red bow, put a stamp and posted it.
Posted it -- without an address though
And now, I don't know where my heart is.
It is out there some where in the cold
Some where in the burning sun.
I wonder what it is for my heart to be out there
alone, in this huge wicked world.
Is my heart lonely or has it made lots of friends?
Does it have a shelter, is it still pumping blood?
Is my heart still beating or is it calling someones name?
Does my heart sleep well, is it waiting to be rocked to bed?
Is my heart oxygenated or is it long dead?
Does it have someones chest to hide in, when it rains?
Does it sing, when it hears a happy song?
Does it smile, when a baby licking a lollipop passes by?
Does it still miss Dragon? Does my heart miss the bosom of mine?

2009-03-04T19:17:00.003+05:30

It is love and not time that heals all wounds.

If you really want to forgive and forget,
fall in love with the person who caused the pain. You will soon realize, why it happened. Every thing happens for a reason. And when you fall in love with the person, you will soon know the reason.

With all the unspoken words

2009-03-04T19:05:00.003+05:30

I would carry you with my eyes,
Hold you by my skin.
Trust you with my heart,
See you in the fragrance of the blooming flower.
With all the unspoken words on earth
I would tell you,
I am yours.

Dedicated to Pat..

2009-03-04T18:35:00.005+05:30

Dedicated to Pat.. the one who made a mark in my 'people in a lifetime'.

It wasn't you, it wasn't me
The love was never build
no wonder I couldn't feel it
no wonder I couldn't see.
There was no love
no wonder the sun din shine above
no wonder the moon lacked the romance
like two life-less souls would dance.

Your shoulders were comforting,
Laying on your chest I felt the warmth.
But now, every time I see you hands reach mine
I realize you have overstayed your time
And every time I do it,
I know from your face I have stolen the smile.

With Drag I felt just so fine
I felt he was all mine
He was unique and so are you
He was the best,
You are better than that
But content I am with the best
I want to live with his memory till my life is at rest.

In my dream land, I have place only for me
The place is so tiny, how can I let u be?
I never wanted to do this
But what I did will turn to be a bliss
Soon you would see.
I did not have a chance to bid you a bye
But I would always remember,
that in my life you stayed for a while.

beautiful mess

2009-02-27T21:23:00.002+05:30

Through timeless words in priceless pictures

We'll fly like birds not of this earth

And tides, they turn and hearts disfigure

But that's no concern when we're wounded together

And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts

But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it.

A beautiful mess that this is

It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes

2009-02-23T14:36:00.005+05:30

I wasn't gonna fall in love again
But then POP goes my heart.

The bad dog's diary

2009-02-22T19:41:00.005+05:30

Currently I am reading this book called "The bad dog's diary" By Howard John. This is a must must read for all those dog owning folks. I haven't tried doing book review but here it goes:

The bad dog’s diary is a journal of Blake-a mongrel who thinks being called a mixed breed is just too disgraceful. Blake has been kind enough and taken the time to maintain a diary for a year in his life, giving the readers a hilarious glimpse of what it is to be a dog. The book innocently describes an average mutts life, just trying to lead a happy life with his owner, whom he considers apart from being a bad cook, can never be the alpha male with such low aggression rate. Continuously living with the threat of castration, impressing the bitches around and conspiring to be the top dog by gaining more and more of the territory, Blake tells us about the joy of scooting around the pool, the human leg-humping, and the ridiculous human-canine relationship. Drowned with the responsibilities of being a troop leader, father of Dalmatian pups, chasing the post man throwing his scrap into their den, Blake also has to come up with new ideas every time to keep his owner single and not allow him to get involved with any human bitch. This is a must read book for every dog owning human to know what's going on in that mutt's head.

Not just another person in a lifetime

2009-02-22T19:00:00.007+05:30

So, I see this guy with a smart shirt on the dance floor. Now I know every person who rocks the dance floor but then, who the hell is this tall guy in a violet shirt moving his arms and legs.
Option 1) A guy from the event management team, enjoying himself to a free corporate party.

Option 2) A guy from the event management team, flirting around with the corporate chicks.

Anyway. Who cares if he is enjoying a free party or flirting around with the corporate girls. I just need to know how the hell is he on the dance floor w/o me knowing him. So I get rid of my makeup as Singh is King and walk up to him and I see the employees ID hanging from his pocket. Okay! So he ain't the event management guy. So a normal Hi and bye is what I do and go back to the normal zindagi of mine. Fine he sends me my snaps which he clicked...AIMs me ...fine and then the bugger goes on analysing me based on my blog. How did he know I blog? Surprise surprise...

P: "I Googled you."

Me: "And why did you Google me?"

P: Eh... I was just checking if you have a boyfriend.

Me: Yeah right. And why the hell will Google tell you if I have a boyfriend or not. Anyway...Why are you interested?

P: Bhagwan ki khobsoorat cheezo ko dekhne gonaah hai kya?

Brinda: Hmmm

P: So are you emm single? It's hard to guess. Your pages say you are married. The office records no where mention that you are married. You are confusing and your blog makes me think you are mysterious.

Me: Mysterious? Me? Why do you say so.

P: Well. In office you are all around the place. Jumping one corner to another with not just a smile on your face but a whole lot of laughter. Your chatar pattar goes on non-stop. And then there is this blog that says you are kinda sensitive.

Duhh!!! so he is scutinizing me. A few more of talks and then comes the date. Of course I said yes but so badly wished for something dramatic to happen and I can pull back. But this smart ass manages to pull me out for an official lunch ;) as a pre-date practice. LOL. Okay. So he isn't as bad. Actually good. Fine not very. Few lines here and there and I switch off. Of course I had to. Now you wouldn't like to be with a guy who is constantly aiming at your bust line. So what if the blouse I wore was a deep neck. Control bhi koi cheeze hoti hai bhai. So the next date...(Oh yeah I like a fool agreed on another date too) wore a tee... a high neck tee :D to ward off the evil eye :D

So this guy is cute, nice, hug able and very very caring and sensitive all my emotional atyachaar.

So Mr. Redkar, I with all my adoration, welcome you to be a part of my list of people in a life time.

Oh yeah! this guy ain't the best of a runner. The first criteria for me to decide on going out with a guy. This guy does not sing. Another thing I love guys doing. Has long hair. I always thought shorter the better. But naah I guess long can be good on some. He is a tall basket-ball player and an amazing photographer. .. Compliments my ever ready camera posing nature. Guess I like him. Of course I do.

Valentines with Ram Sena

2009-02-13T17:02:00.004+05:30

With Valentine's in the air and all the stir that Ram Sena has been creating, many have asked me, “why isn’t there anything about it on my blog?” First of all, I have nothing to write about it except that this guy is a real jerk. I wonder how narrow minded can he be.

But one thing good-he would be roaming around on the v-day helping people get married. Wow! Very thoughtful ;-) So all those who have been waiting to get married, this is going to be good. Sasti mae masti ;-)

Man my boyfriend says, we need to wait for our bells to ring ‘cause we need to collect money for our wedding. (Agreed that he wants to elope with me and get married amongst the tribal’s of Lakshwdeep, but come on! that needs money too). So maybe, we can compromise on the Lakshwdeep thing and the tribals as our guest and get married for free! And those of you who have issues with your parents not agreeing to your match with your beau, this is the chance. Oh come-on now you are married. What do they have to say about it 8-)

But then there are a few questions lingering in my head.

1. What if you are roaming with your sibling. Okay. I have nothing against my brother. I love him to death. Hell I love him more. I would love to marry him if only he wasn’t my brother. But can you imagine getting married to your sibling? :-O

2. Since they are so pro-Hinduism, what if they catch a Muslim guy and a Hindu girl? Oh wait wait wait…Let us make it, a Muslim girl and a Hindu boy. With all the beating that day in the pub, I can’t imagine what it would be if a Hindu girl is caught with a Christian guy or maybe a Muslim guy. By the way are they against Buddhism? How about Parsi’s ;-)

3. What if you are already married? Nope. Don’t say that people can recognize married females. Look at the chicks at my office and you would go…”She seriously married? What? She has a kid?” Yep! they are just so deceiving.

4. Okay fine. They know who is married. But what if the girl is married to someone else, the guy to someone else and yet they are roaming around hand in hand with each other :D This is going to be good. “Hi Honey! Meet Raj. He would share your place. The Ram Sena guys just got us married.” Or “Honey I’m home. Meet Sally--my other wife. I love you and it is only and only you but what could I do if they got us married? I didn’t want to do it.”

This is who I am -people in a life time

2009-02-07T17:05:00.004+05:30

Daughter of a good man,
Child of an angel,
Sister of a wild
This is who I am.

I am a singer, I know no songs
I am a saint, I have done my shares of sins.
I am a traveler, I have no directions.
But this is who I am.

Preacher of grace
Prophet of love
Teacher of truth.
This is who I am.

I have my own faith.
I make my rules.
My beliefs are my own
This is who I am.

My set of rules for the blog

2009-01-24T17:24:00.004+05:30

New years and resolution. Making and breaking. Well I ain't made any resolutions as always and that's not cause I know it's gonna break but 'cause I think my life is quiet disciplined for any resolutions ;)
But for the blogging part, I have a set of rules that I need to follow.

The "Dragon Era" is over. I had my share of good time and equal amount of gloomy days in the "Drag Period." Time to move on now. So, for the blog, there are going to be no more posts labeled "thinking of Dragon" I have enough mushy post for the times that were good, enough posts on being angry, enough on questioning him, enough of ehh enough. And to get out of the Dragon Syndrome...chop hair real short, get rid of black lingerie and get rid of pink.
Do not write under the influence of extreme emotional pressure. Write when happy. Write the way I behave in general so that people (my darling frds) don't go scrutinizing my blog and ask me questions to which I have no answers.
All those who matter to me and deserve to be on my list of "people in a life time" put them there ASAP.
Of course write about this new Goan HR person, Paresh, I've met, since he has been scrutinizing my personality in such depth based on my blog.

Man! my post ain't done yet and I'm already loosing control of it. I so am tempted to a post on Dragon :( I am just so in love with him even after all that crap that were exchanged.

love will find a way

2009-01-15T18:49:00.002+05:30

You can keep the world
I will create one for my own.
You aren't brave, strong or smart
And this secret you will forever carry in your heart.

I was scared, I was afraid
But now I realize
Love was never wrong, Love never dies.

There is a perfect world out there waiting
And I can see it in my shining eyes.
Only if you would have known
What joy it would have been together to see.

But now I am home,
And I can see the dark turn to day
I have found myself, I'm on my own
My love I know will find a way.

fart formulated to s=m/sou

2009-01-07T19:01:00.007+05:30

You: Action -- FART
People around you keep doing their stuff.
After around 10 seconds
Your pal:   *Sniff sniff*
You:        ARRRGGHHH!!! Phew!!!
Your pal:   What is wrong?
You:        Damn! What smell is this!? It reminds me of Grandpa.
Your pal # 2: Yeah I smell it too, yuckk disgusting!
You:         For hell! What the this??
Your pal:   Oh, it's started coming over to me!
You:         This must be coming from Lilly (pal # 3)
Lilly busy in front of the computer...knows not what is happening
Your pal 2: Lilly! Get outta here!!!
Your pal:   Lilly!! Get the hell out!!!
Your pal 3: Alright sorry *exits*

You save your neck *wink wink*

I was Google-ing something, I won't tell you what. But then I came across, sm= m/sou.  Well this my
friend is the formula of fart. Yes you read it right, I said fart :) where "sm" is
the smell intensity, m stands for the mass of the person and sou is the sound
intensity if the fart peak. Wow!! whoever got this formula out.

Now the above strategy is just one way to get yourself out of the embarrassing situation but knock knock...I have more ;)

1. Fart loudly and make it public. Make a fool out of yourself so that others don't. Maybe then people will laugh about it or they will be too embarrassed to point at you.
2. Pretend that really, really and I mean real really when I say you are really sick of the smell. "what the hell did the person eat to smell so bad?" "EWww I need to get my butt outta here before the smell suffocates me to death." Come on now. If you are going to die of the smell, no one will ever think it could have been you. Now who dies with their own smell? Plus you have already diverted the attention of your audience from the fart to the drama that you are.
3. When it is the noise-less one, sure it is gonna be the smelliest one...make it public "mine is always the loud one and mine does not smell." If you are so open to make yours public, why will you ever hide this noiseless one? Something in them will tell them that its not you has committed the crime.
4. Use your cell phone to your rescue. After you fart, try getting busy on the phone. Call, text, something...after all you need to do is pretend. So when you mates are busy questioning one another, you are busy.
5. Try being noisier than your fart. A sudden cough is the battle tested one. Talk real loud before the fart is out.
6. And...If everything else fails, walk away, quickly, but don't run. otherwise your friends will catch you. If not now, later. And they will know whom to blame on the next occurrence.

Happy farting !!! and blaming someone else for your deeds.

2009-01-02T14:30:00.004+05:30

Maybe it was not the right time
Guess it was too soon.
I should have waited a bit long
Allowed the pass of the noon.
I ain't waiting for the answer, neither a yes nor a no
These feelings, I just wanted to let you know.

Your past might still be haunting
But there's another life waiting.
You talk about responsibilities.
But close your eyes to the coming possibilities.

2008-12-24T18:59:00.002+05:30

You run into darkness
And hide by the nights
Your dreams are trapped
And the sun awakes
You run always 'cause you know,
Your face looks shattered in the lights.

The smell of winter...we spent together.

2008-12-24T18:56:00.001+05:30

I found an old jacket in my trunk.
It makes me think of yesterday that's been months.
My fingers run over it. It feels strong and secure.
How I miss the winter evenings we spend together on the top of bales of straw. Singing to the moon, talking 'bout the ways that we're to walk, waiting for us somewhere down there in the valley, still hidden in the dust of future, counting the falling stars without thinking 'bout the troubles of tomorrow.
I found your old jacket in the ancient trunk.
The smell of fields and freedom, alcohol and laughter, wind and philosophies still lingers on its skin.
A smell of winter, so strong that it eases all the pain of the summer.

You are made of what you choose to be.

2008-12-24T18:37:00.003+05:30

All the chances you take,
All the choices you make.
All the faces you fake,
All that promises you break.
Every single move you take,
Let it not be another mistake.
You are made of what you choose to be.

I care?

2008-12-24T17:21:00.006+05:30

I stood in the dark
Frozen like a statue
If I walk I know
the light will find me
I should have wished for something sure
All I wanted was less than more
Yes I was dying
And you could not see
It was inside me
That little spot left in me.
I thought I was not strong
Thought I might not be able to carry on
But why? What for?
I guess I was just wrong
Yes! I cared for you. It was a second ago
But now it's all gone.
Now it's all over and I see my life again
like a plain sheet of paper
On which I will draft my own story
free like the sky
Where the sun shines high
I see myself in the shadow of every tree
Where the butterflies flutter by
Under every stone
I am me
And for you, I care no more.

Merry Christmas Ad.com Istlye!

2008-12-24T16:38:00.004+05:30

Christmas time and yet another chance to spread joy around. We did our bit too and had real fun doing it. Our celebrations started 5 days prior to Christmas. Starting with playing secret Santa to auctioning the Christmas tree to doing some charity.
My secret Santa was Robert. Of course I knew it the minute I saw the message with the pack of nutties. But she played it smart with English and I lost clue on who my secret Santa could be. We also did carol singing. Preethy led us on the guitar and Robert got us the lyrics. Our first target to test our singing abilities was Chetana. and man it was good. She was more excited than we were. But only if she knew it was not free. We promptly put the donation box in front of her ;)
After biding Chetana a goodbye for the year we were back to our game of secret Santa. My angel was on leave for 2 days and sadly I could only play a few tricks on her. But yeah when she was back she indeed had to go to the ladies room to get a clue to find her gift in the loo again. And what was the gift? Fair and lovely ;) not cause she is dark cause that costed me Rs 6/- She also got Lux beauty bar for her day 2 gift. But that wasn't as much fun as vaibhav getting a razor. And not a new razor...a used razor--used by Preethy. Now come on. Who else can be so innovative and curious other than Preethy? In another fooling around, Hari got a bottle of Honey. Honey for the newly wed, which he can use to energize himself after a heavy work out with his newly wed bride ;). Going around hunting for the gift and the secret messages sure was a pleasant thing. We also fooled people by being their false Santa and sending them stupid messages. Only that we could not make Preethy go to the Mac'D man to collect her gift. She was just too smart to do that.
We did lotsa carol singing for other teams and they were really awed.
The party was good and we auctioned the tree and the star to make budgets meet :D
With all about giving and receiving we ended the year. This is the best team ever I have been with.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New year.

with you

2008-12-15T18:31:00.001+05:30

Looking at myself with you ,
I look at a happy pair.
I am the lucky one, as I have been feeling with you
You make me feel free,
free like the breeze blowing down the street.
There isn't a care about the world, not a worry in sight.
I look at the world through your smiling eyes
And laugh at the devil as his train rolls by.

मुस्कुरा और देख

2008-12-15T18:09:00.005+05:30

हाथो पे हाथ धरे है बेठा क्यौ?
कर ऐसा कृछ, के हो खुदा पर भी असर।
मुस्कुरा और देख,
बिगड़ी किस्मत को सवरते।
कर किसी को खुश,
और गम की जंजीरो को देख फिघलते।
माना दुनिया मे जीना से ज्यादा,
दुखो का है साया.
पर कर खुदा को शुक्रिया
गर हाथो की लकीरों को बदलते हे देखना.

Love-once in a life time

2008-12-13T19:04:00.003+05:30

At times, it is hard to know if you have got it.
Yet at times it is so clear.
It may pass by as a disguise
Or it might be just before your eyes.
Whatever it is, you will know
with that feeling inside
The aching pain that feels so nice.
You will be lucky
to wake up beside their side.
And when it happens
Don't let it slip away
For you may not get it again.
Value the love you have
For it may be only once in a life time.

2008-12-13T18:45:00.004+05:30

At one end of the sky, a line of blue appeared and like blue ink on a piece of paper, it slowly spread across the horizon. The sun gently began to show up and soon the blue was swallowed up by an ordinary sunlight. A single cloud floated, a pure white cloud, its edge so distinct. A cloud so sharply etched that you could write on it. A new day had begun. What this day would bring? I had no idea!
I watched the single cloud. The cloud did not move an inch. It was stationary--nailed to the spot. I covered my face with my palm. And all of a sudden, the brightness of the sun disappeared. Inside that darkness, I saw rain falling on the sea. Rain-falling violently from the vast sky with no one to see it. The rain strikes but the fishes don't know it is raining. Look at the rain long enough with no thoughts in your head and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free from the world's reality. Rain has the power to hypnotise.
In this rain I stood by the sea, completely drenched--until someone came and rested a hand lightly on my shoulder and I found myself dry again

2008-12-13T18:41:00.001+05:30

Why did you abandon me?

Why did you forbid me?

I had nothing to ask,

It was only love that I had to give.

Anything for drag

2008-12-13T18:37:00.001+05:30

You did not have to ignore me,
You did not have to be rude.
You could have asked me move out.
For your happiness my life would have been a substitute.

Living in the world I have dreamt upon

2008-12-13T18:29:00.002+05:30

Let the silence do the talking today,

Let the sleeping eyes see the world

Let the mind be loved

Let the heart learn to forget.

Let me live today,

In the world I have dreamt upon.

It's just a desert at the end

2008-12-13T18:27:00.002+05:30

Lots of different ways to live
Lots of different ways to die.
But in the end, all that remians is a desert.

deep spring in the shade of cliffs.

2008-12-13T18:22:00.002+05:30

Eyes--like a deep spring in the shade of cliffs, which no breeze could ever reach. Nothing ever moves there, everything's just so still. Yet, look closely and you could just begin to make out the scene reflected on the waters surface.