Life has been SO tightly packed that I wouldn't be surprised if I forgot to breathe. I should thank the stars for 'Diwali' as I found some time after ages, here I am typing incessantly at the keys ins spite of my mind being blank.
My head says - Welcome to the corporate.
I continue the initiated small talk replying - Welcome to the world.
Hell yeah! Welcome to the world.
Who on this planet with a purpose had all the time on earth to his-self? Of course, I have a purpose. Don't ask me what. I need some free time to analyze that aspect (Tactical procrastination) Thanks to all the time management sessions that spoke of everyone having the same 24 hours et al. Not just that, but how to manage time. But, please. All I need is a break.
So, for once I decided to do away with the planning part and religiously follow the 'Gita'
Karmani ave adhikars te
--you have the power to act only
ma phalesu kadachana
--you do not have the power to influence the result
ma karmaphal hetur bhoo
--therefore you must act without the anticipation of the result
ma sangostu akramani
--without succumbing to inaction
So here I am acting, without thinking of the results or the lack of time. Crib. Crib :|
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
2009 revised version.
Looking back at the posts, I have been VERY wrong about judging 2009. The M word was taken my way! *yay* It has not only been the best but the bestest of all my 25 years! Should I worry about grow old? No, never. He made my 25th birthday the bestest and pinkest. He brought Juno into my life and she looks SO much like Milo. [Sod it. I'm just too lazy to upload photos. Someday I will]
Oh yeah, and I need not worry anymore about not contributing to the growing Indian economy anymore! Tee-hee.. I bet there wouldn't be anyone even on Planet Z who loves to go to work :D [yeah, I know, the stress would be unmanageable and all that. But who really cares?]
There can be more posts from me...
grumbling about the world, life and more!
But today is my day - Carpe diem! :D
I'm wearing rose colored glasses, sailing on cloud nine, loving life!
What more do I want? ;)
Oh yeah, and I need not worry anymore about not contributing to the growing Indian economy anymore! Tee-hee.. I bet there wouldn't be anyone even on Planet Z who loves to go to work :D [yeah, I know, the stress would be unmanageable and all that. But who really cares?]
There can be more posts from me...
grumbling about the world, life and more!
But today is my day - Carpe diem! :D
I'm wearing rose colored glasses, sailing on cloud nine, loving life!
What more do I want? ;)
Friday, June 26, 2009
Jack's gone, to a better place.
King of pop as he was rightly called was the winner of 13 Grammys, and the son in law of Elvis Presley (one of his marriages was to Lisa Marie Presley). MJ's gone, to a much better place, cos the earth wasn't in his favor since 2001. He was in and out of controversies. I liked him before he experimented with vitiligo and later. I loved "Bad" and "Dangerous" beyond words. Scream by he and sister Janet Jackson was definitely a shout of their feelings.
I liked him in my own way. But, just that it was hard to see talent and controversies apart. To me, they were chapters of the same book. They were never two books. When I had to finally judge the book, I had to judge it on the whole. [Exempli gratia - Eddie Murphy, who had his shares of ugly linen]
When acquaintances who disliked KOP flood messages of RIP, how sad they feel that a talent is lost and how fanatical fans they were, it makes me remind of the books "The Catcher in the Rye - J. D. Salinger" or "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, Mark Haddon" wherein faking was abhorred.
When you have decided to like someone whole-heartedly, love them. Cos you never know when they're not gonna be around. There's absolutely no point in loving them later. This goes for celebs as well as your loved ones back home. Tsk Tsk.
I liked him in my own way. But, just that it was hard to see talent and controversies apart. To me, they were chapters of the same book. They were never two books. When I had to finally judge the book, I had to judge it on the whole. [Exempli gratia - Eddie Murphy, who had his shares of ugly linen]
When acquaintances who disliked KOP flood messages of RIP, how sad they feel that a talent is lost and how fanatical fans they were, it makes me remind of the books "The Catcher in the Rye - J. D. Salinger" or "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, Mark Haddon" wherein faking was abhorred.
When you have decided to like someone whole-heartedly, love them. Cos you never know when they're not gonna be around. There's absolutely no point in loving them later. This goes for celebs as well as your loved ones back home. Tsk Tsk.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Alchemist-quote doest work!
Last three weeks have been SO packed up that many a time I almost forgot to breathe. Every day was as special as it could be, birthdays to wedding; ahem squeeze my day between them. Nita's reception was fab, food was fab square. Dad's birthday was AS special AS always! (shhh... keep it to yourself - dad hardly seems to be aging). Then came Magss result which had all of us smiling! Couple em with Jai's mehendi-reception-marriage which set three of my days super packed. It was AMAZING! Especially to catch up with the girls after an eternity :D
After all the hopping around, I was down with hay-fever... of course got over it after popping anti-histamines. This Saturday was a MEGA washing day, which left poor me running upstairs and downstairs with buckets of clothes :|
Finally I was breathing at a normal pace yesterday. All of a sudden, I had to remind myself of Paulo Coelho. Maams came home with wet dough packets, which he had apparently left in the bike. I was asked to pick them up. I did an excellent job of breaking the strings and dropping the WHOLE packet of wet dough on the portico. Not to forget, it was 10.30 PM. Later, did amends by washing the whole area. Phew. It was SO disgusting. MAN!!! Why can't one breathe???
When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.
I certainly did not want to finish my day like that.
After all the hopping around, I was down with hay-fever... of course got over it after popping anti-histamines. This Saturday was a MEGA washing day, which left poor me running upstairs and downstairs with buckets of clothes :|
Finally I was breathing at a normal pace yesterday. All of a sudden, I had to remind myself of Paulo Coelho. Maams came home with wet dough packets, which he had apparently left in the bike. I was asked to pick them up. I did an excellent job of breaking the strings and dropping the WHOLE packet of wet dough on the portico. Not to forget, it was 10.30 PM. Later, did amends by washing the whole area. Phew. It was SO disgusting. MAN!!! Why can't one breathe???
When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.
I certainly did not want to finish my day like that.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Irrelevant Sequence
I was angry.
He was busy.
I eased my tension with an sms.
His eyes were intense and calm.
I had butterflies in my stomach.
Wonder what happened there?
I heard laughter.
They had me talking.
I was thinking before I talk.
He had to deliver lines.
There were humorous initiators!
Banquet was laid.
I bade goodbye.
End of Act I
I called up.
He was busy.
He called up.
I spoke it all.
His voice was intense and calm.
End of Act II
The Typical "he"
The Special "he"
The Lovable "he"
signed
07.06.09
He was busy.
I eased my tension with an sms.
His eyes were intense and calm.
I had butterflies in my stomach.
Wonder what happened there?
I heard laughter.
They had me talking.
I was thinking before I talk.
He had to deliver lines.
There were humorous initiators!
Banquet was laid.
I bade goodbye.
End of Act I
I called up.
He was busy.
He called up.
I spoke it all.
His voice was intense and calm.
End of Act II
The Typical "he"
The Special "he"
The Lovable "he"
signed
07.06.09
Thursday, May 14, 2009
A black and white day.
Today's feel good factor (read: feel funny factor) was this read. I couldn't help but smile at the author's astuteness! ;)
Ah so.. sometimes in spite of trying to wear rose-colored glasses, blackness can creep from nowhere. Today is one such day and I'm battling it. The strategy I have implied today is ward off the darkness with a dark rich chocolate cake. With about 00:53:46 minutes of surfing the net, 40, 345 packets sent and 54,897 packets received; here I am with quite a bunch of Chocolate cake recipes.
I have piles to bake before I sleep, I should say? :D
Ah so.. sometimes in spite of trying to wear rose-colored glasses, blackness can creep from nowhere. Today is one such day and I'm battling it. The strategy I have implied today is ward off the darkness with a dark rich chocolate cake. With about 00:53:46 minutes of surfing the net, 40, 345 packets sent and 54,897 packets received; here I am with quite a bunch of Chocolate cake recipes.
I have piles to bake before I sleep, I should say? :D
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Voted... and made it count?
I had my march to the polling booth, had my finger marked and voted. Talking of the elections. The media tried to prop up more awareness than they had in the yesteryears. Right from the jagore campaign to TOI's full first page advertisement about "Making your vote count".
Also, there were a few advertisements splashed on the newspaper reading "Make your vote count. Show your marked finger to avail 25% discount on the bill". Apparently by one of the food giants "Dhaba Express" [It is unfortunate to think that one has to lure people, by such perks, to make one vote].
There are enough problems already. The common ones being : Voting machine problems, Voter bribing, Voters name missing; of the many. It occurred to me today that one must not give room for anyone to cast a "Forged vote". How do you do that? Educate people? Conduct workshops and campaigns??
NO.
Just wake up early enough, walk up to the polling booth and cast your vote before someone else does it :D
When it comes to voting, I believe, the uneducated at least go by what their heart says. But the educated man keeps thinking of all the pros and cons of a candidate from N different points of views.. Ultimately ending up in saying "Why should I vote? Anyway another corrupt big bellied bully is on the way". Yeah, many a time I felt the same too. But, today I did make my vote count. Just because, I did not want anyone taking advantage of "my NOT voting" and using the opportunity to cast "Forged votes".
The poor turnout of votes, so far in the other Metros, stunned me. As the cliché goes : Small drops of water, make a mighty ocean.
Of course, who knows what the voter turnout would be in my city?
The future's not ours to see... que sera sera!
Also, there were a few advertisements splashed on the newspaper reading "Make your vote count. Show your marked finger to avail 25% discount on the bill". Apparently by one of the food giants "Dhaba Express" [It is unfortunate to think that one has to lure people, by such perks, to make one vote].
There are enough problems already. The common ones being : Voting machine problems, Voter bribing, Voters name missing; of the many. It occurred to me today that one must not give room for anyone to cast a "Forged vote". How do you do that? Educate people? Conduct workshops and campaigns??
NO.
Just wake up early enough, walk up to the polling booth and cast your vote before someone else does it :D
When it comes to voting, I believe, the uneducated at least go by what their heart says. But the educated man keeps thinking of all the pros and cons of a candidate from N different points of views.. Ultimately ending up in saying "Why should I vote? Anyway another corrupt big bellied bully is on the way". Yeah, many a time I felt the same too. But, today I did make my vote count. Just because, I did not want anyone taking advantage of "my NOT voting" and using the opportunity to cast "Forged votes".
The poor turnout of votes, so far in the other Metros, stunned me. As the cliché goes : Small drops of water, make a mighty ocean.
Of course, who knows what the voter turnout would be in my city?
The future's not ours to see... que sera sera!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
The Goal.
After making up with the man who was generous enough to let go of the hard feelings. I felt SO rejuvenated and inclined to start something afresh in life. So I signed up at www.sparkpeople.com with the hope of losing 10 pounds in three months.
My current BMI is 22.5 which is "Healthy" and BMI <= 25 is considered healthy universally. However, the healthy BMI for an Asian body is reported to be below 23. Of course, I am below 23, but only by a marginal value.
After child birth, Asian women on an average put on 8 kgs (18 pounds). In that case, my BMI would rise up to 27.4 and voila, you'd see me in the overweight zone (or nearing the obese zone which is 29). Hence I decided to lose the extra pounds, so that I give some room for "gaining weight later".
He was kinda against it, of course, he finds me perfect. I, certainly, am not bothered about looks, I am just worried about the health complications. I do want to be medicated for diabetes and high blood pressure at 30, when I can very well do my homework now.
10 pounds (5kgs) in 3 months works at the rate of 1 pound a week (0.5 kg a week) I understand that weight loss is not a linear variation but exponential. Shedding off the first 4 pounds is going to be easier than the last 6 pounds. But if not now, when else? ;)
So. 14th of July 2009, is the target (weight loss) date.
I am going to enjoy this tightrope walking, I guess :D
Especially when it involves exclusion of Colas, Tofus and Cheese.
My current BMI is 22.5 which is "Healthy" and BMI <= 25 is considered healthy universally. However, the healthy BMI for an Asian body is reported to be below 23. Of course, I am below 23, but only by a marginal value.
After child birth, Asian women on an average put on 8 kgs (18 pounds). In that case, my BMI would rise up to 27.4 and voila, you'd see me in the overweight zone (or nearing the obese zone which is 29). Hence I decided to lose the extra pounds, so that I give some room for "gaining weight later".
He was kinda against it, of course, he finds me perfect. I, certainly, am not bothered about looks, I am just worried about the health complications. I do want to be medicated for diabetes and high blood pressure at 30, when I can very well do my homework now.
10 pounds (5kgs) in 3 months works at the rate of 1 pound a week (0.5 kg a week) I understand that weight loss is not a linear variation but exponential. Shedding off the first 4 pounds is going to be easier than the last 6 pounds. But if not now, when else? ;)
So. 14th of July 2009, is the target (weight loss) date.
I am going to enjoy this tightrope walking, I guess :D
Especially when it involves exclusion of Colas, Tofus and Cheese.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Anger is deadlier than Cyanide.
...even though it doesn't kill man at once :(
“Speak when you are angry -
and you'll make the best speech you'll ever regret.”
- Dr. Laurence J. Peter
American "hierarchiologist", Educator and Writer.
1919-1990
Nothing can be explained better than this quote and how much I regret has absolutely no words. Initially I was playing the silent-bird to him. Of course, he could understand there was something nagging at my mind. So he insisted that I pour out, to which I refused like a darling. How long can one put up an act, when your heart is seething with anger?
Thus, it happened.
I explained him that I never liked the way he justified his loved ones behavior. He could do nothing more but justify again. In response to the topic (spoken on May 1st) I gathered incidents ranging the last six years, how things were and how things are. Sporadically diverging from the topic under discussion is an inherent nature of a woman. I say so as I am a woman and may be that's why I can very well understand the truth.
So a trivial issue, which could have easily passed for a tiny rebuke, which could have been easily swept under the carpet was dug SO deep that there were holes in our hearts.
Irreparable, irrevocable damage done. I am repenting now. What the heck is the use? Where was my sanity when I was pouring out my accusations? Uh. To all the wonderful women out there, we know that we are the most beautiful creatures of the animal kingdom. So able of creating lives. Nothing comes without a price right? The price we have paid to our creator is the slashing tongue.
God! I'm seething with anger now, apparently at me.
“Speak when you are angry -
and you'll make the best speech you'll ever regret.”
- Dr. Laurence J. Peter
American "hierarchiologist", Educator and Writer.
1919-1990
Nothing can be explained better than this quote and how much I regret has absolutely no words. Initially I was playing the silent-bird to him. Of course, he could understand there was something nagging at my mind. So he insisted that I pour out, to which I refused like a darling. How long can one put up an act, when your heart is seething with anger?
Thus, it happened.
I explained him that I never liked the way he justified his loved ones behavior. He could do nothing more but justify again. In response to the topic (spoken on May 1st) I gathered incidents ranging the last six years, how things were and how things are. Sporadically diverging from the topic under discussion is an inherent nature of a woman. I say so as I am a woman and may be that's why I can very well understand the truth.
So a trivial issue, which could have easily passed for a tiny rebuke, which could have been easily swept under the carpet was dug SO deep that there were holes in our hearts.
Irreparable, irrevocable damage done. I am repenting now. What the heck is the use? Where was my sanity when I was pouring out my accusations? Uh. To all the wonderful women out there, we know that we are the most beautiful creatures of the animal kingdom. So able of creating lives. Nothing comes without a price right? The price we have paid to our creator is the slashing tongue.
God! I'm seething with anger now, apparently at me.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Hot-sweet April
April 2009.
April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet
One never expects this month, the month of uncompromising heat to be cool! Pushing aside the battle with 38 plus degree Celsius heat on an average, there is another mortal combat that makes me sweat (which I should welcome, as sweating cools the body). I can handle the sweat, but the trepidation that comes along with it is inexplicably ruthless. I'd kill it if I can. I would very happily kill Ms. Endocrine who tries playing around with me.
April 17th, 10.22 AM it was, when we got the call. It was quite a shock. Nevertheless a acceptable shock. Shock that comes to you warned that you are prepared for it.
But 27th of April... OMG! The loooooooongest day of my life, I guess.
How long should I wait for the results?
How many more minutes should I count?
Every call that I get makes my pulse quicken and I can hear my hear beating SO darn loudly that I can mistaken it for hammering. The minute I know it was not the call I was waiting for, my heart-rate slows. It slows SO slowly that I can hear the tempo rhythmically reduce (gosh it's scary) and a hot flush spreading through me. It stops only to start again as my mobile rings...
Ah God.. is this your idea of games?
April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet
One never expects this month, the month of uncompromising heat to be cool! Pushing aside the battle with 38 plus degree Celsius heat on an average, there is another mortal combat that makes me sweat (which I should welcome, as sweating cools the body). I can handle the sweat, but the trepidation that comes along with it is inexplicably ruthless. I'd kill it if I can. I would very happily kill Ms. Endocrine who tries playing around with me.
April 17th, 10.22 AM it was, when we got the call. It was quite a shock. Nevertheless a acceptable shock. Shock that comes to you warned that you are prepared for it.
But 27th of April... OMG! The loooooooongest day of my life, I guess.
How long should I wait for the results?
How many more minutes should I count?
Every call that I get makes my pulse quicken and I can hear my hear beating SO darn loudly that I can mistaken it for hammering. The minute I know it was not the call I was waiting for, my heart-rate slows. It slows SO slowly that I can hear the tempo rhythmically reduce (gosh it's scary) and a hot flush spreading through me. It stops only to start again as my mobile rings...
Ah God.. is this your idea of games?
Friday, March 20, 2009
How may I help you today?
Amma doesn't go around the world cribbing about the incompetency of her electronic items. If she does, she cribs about it only to the Customer Service.
#1
Amma had a problem with the microwave, which was then sent to the Service center. The person in charge said- "They were of spare-parts and it'd take a week". A week's time turned into three and four, which got mom freaked up. Cos at home, we were almost dependent on Microwave and a month without it was SO though. Mom then called the Cust Service at Delhi and bashed him diplomatically.
In the next three days, we had our MW back home. Mom couldn't contain her surprise and asked em how come SO soon, to which the attendant replied-
"They were asked to replace our faulty MW's part with that of a NEW microwave, as they were still short of spare-parts" :D
#2
The Onida Washing Machine that stepped into my house, replacing the old fourteen year old Onida, was a headache. It posed numerous problems in a matter of 1 year. Mom wrote a LONG letter to the Onida Head Office, explaining how good the old machine was and how she expected the same.
In two weeks we had the Manager with the Sales director at home!! They offered to replace the machine and replaced the same the very week. That was unexpected.
So, that was another story with a Happy ending... hehehe!
I don't know if I have inherited these genes from my mom. But we both have a tendency to file a complaint with the corresponding Customer Service, once we realize the product is faulty.
#1
After having a sumptuous dinner at KFC, which was partially unfulfilling as we had to scream out for sauce. All I could think of the next morning was to find out a way to make a complaint. I finally found out the International online Customer Service forum http://www.kfc.com/contact/
I emailed them.
Hello,
We have had N number of dine-ins and take aways at KFC's. The dine-ins are partially ruined by the way we have to scram out for sauce. What is more irritating is that sauce sachets are handed out, so we end up screaming for scissors.
2 days later, I had a mail from the International Customer Service, directing the Citicentre's KFC outlet to look into this issue.
And thus this email -
Dear Ms.Kappu,
We have received your mail regarding the difficulty you faced to peel the sauce.We appreciate your suggestion for issuing sauce bottle to the customers.We have taken your suggestion to our higher official . I Mr.KS.Manikandan the Manager of KFC Citicentre,would like to invite you and your family for a lunch or dinner, at our restaurant.Please feel free to call me. 9962122***.
Regards
KS.Manikandan
KFC Citicentre
:D what a laugh me and my mom had over this!
Alas, we didn't have the time to lunch. I made Mr. Manikandan a call and refused his offer :|
I still don't know if the sauce sachets have been replaced, that's a different story altogether! :D
#2
After Pretty not being able to send sms, I called up Hutch Care (aka Vodaphone). The IVR was irritating, we did not find any option to contact the Customer Service Executive.
Then I had this message calling for my feedback from 6790,
to which I replied-
"It's horrible. Not pleasing like the Hutch care that was once there.
Pls revert, else it might give Vodaphone a bad image. "
Needless to say, I promptly got a call from them. I explained them saying "All I needed was a PERSON to help me. I couldn't find that option in your menu and it is irritating."
To which Ms. Suganya (the lady who called me) said please try calling us once again and irrespective of the menu, select option #4 (Berserk right? I had an issue with sending and receiving SMS, though I had to selected this option which was meant for Roaming Related services)
Voila, I was attended to by a CS executive and Pretty's issue resolved.
#3
Durable Chrome Factory. Durable? What a name for shoes that don't even last a month. After repeated purchases and disappointments, I persuaded the manager to give me the contact no of the authority in charge for complaints. I am yet to call that man and start off.
Yes. AGAIN :D
#1
Amma had a problem with the microwave, which was then sent to the Service center. The person in charge said- "They were of spare-parts and it'd take a week". A week's time turned into three and four, which got mom freaked up. Cos at home, we were almost dependent on Microwave and a month without it was SO though. Mom then called the Cust Service at Delhi and bashed him diplomatically.
In the next three days, we had our MW back home. Mom couldn't contain her surprise and asked em how come SO soon, to which the attendant replied-
"They were asked to replace our faulty MW's part with that of a NEW microwave, as they were still short of spare-parts" :D
#2
The Onida Washing Machine that stepped into my house, replacing the old fourteen year old Onida, was a headache. It posed numerous problems in a matter of 1 year. Mom wrote a LONG letter to the Onida Head Office, explaining how good the old machine was and how she expected the same.
In two weeks we had the Manager with the Sales director at home!! They offered to replace the machine and replaced the same the very week. That was unexpected.
So, that was another story with a Happy ending... hehehe!
I don't know if I have inherited these genes from my mom. But we both have a tendency to file a complaint with the corresponding Customer Service, once we realize the product is faulty.
#1
After having a sumptuous dinner at KFC, which was partially unfulfilling as we had to scream out for sauce. All I could think of the next morning was to find out a way to make a complaint. I finally found out the International online Customer Service forum http://www.kfc.com/contact/
I emailed them.
Hello,
We have had N number of dine-ins and take aways at KFC's. The dine-ins are partially ruined by the way we have to scram out for sauce. What is more irritating is that sauce sachets are handed out, so we end up screaming for scissors.
2 days later, I had a mail from the International Customer Service, directing the Citicentre's KFC outlet to look into this issue.
And thus this email -
Dear Ms.Kappu,
We have received your mail regarding the difficulty you faced to peel the sauce.We appreciate your suggestion for issuing sauce bottle to the customers.We have taken your suggestion to our higher official . I Mr.KS.Manikandan the Manager of KFC Citicentre,would like to invite you and your family for a lunch or dinner, at our restaurant.Please feel free to call me. 9962122***.
Regards
KS.Manikandan
KFC Citicentre
:D what a laugh me and my mom had over this!
Alas, we didn't have the time to lunch. I made Mr. Manikandan a call and refused his offer :|
I still don't know if the sauce sachets have been replaced, that's a different story altogether! :D
#2
After Pretty not being able to send sms, I called up Hutch Care (aka Vodaphone). The IVR was irritating, we did not find any option to contact the Customer Service Executive.
Then I had this message calling for my feedback from 6790,
to which I replied-
"It's horrible. Not pleasing like the Hutch care that was once there.
Pls revert, else it might give Vodaphone a bad image. "
Needless to say, I promptly got a call from them. I explained them saying "All I needed was a PERSON to help me. I couldn't find that option in your menu and it is irritating."
To which Ms. Suganya (the lady who called me) said please try calling us once again and irrespective of the menu, select option #4 (Berserk right? I had an issue with sending and receiving SMS, though I had to selected this option which was meant for Roaming Related services)
Voila, I was attended to by a CS executive and Pretty's issue resolved.
#3
Durable Chrome Factory. Durable? What a name for shoes that don't even last a month. After repeated purchases and disappointments, I persuaded the manager to give me the contact no of the authority in charge for complaints. I am yet to call that man and start off.
Yes. AGAIN :D
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Joke of the day...
No, it isn't something from Comedy Central or the like websites.
Today, as I completed downloading Avast, I had a pop-up saying: "Thank you for choosing Avast.
We wish you good luck and few viruses"
What? Thanks for the warning! :D
Today, as I completed downloading Avast, I had a pop-up saying: "Thank you for choosing Avast.
We wish you good luck and few viruses"
What? Thanks for the warning! :D
Saturday, March 14, 2009
The impossible interview.
It has become a matter of fact for the graduates to hold a naukri or monster account. I'm no different and I have my daily dose of mails pouring into my mail box.
Most of which, after screening, goes to deleted items.
Today, I had an email from British Petroleum Company Plc (UK).
It read "...join one of the world biggest Oil and Gas... blah blah...We received your CV. It was sent to the office of the Recruit Team for screening. Your qualification has met with BP first Round of recruitment, therefore you have been sent our company's Application Form and Terms and Conditions for your kind view"
Today was no different, I had to delete it. I had to cringe while deleting it as it offered 65k GBP, but alas since the interview was held three days from now in London I had no choice but to delete ;(
Before I deleted the email, something caught my eye. First was the "Equal Opportunities Monitoring Form" and the second was more interesting than the first "POLICY STATEMENT ON THE RECRUITMENT OF EX-OFFENDERS"
The Application form said :
BP is committed to the fair treatment of its staff, potential staff or users of its services, regardless of race, gender, religion, sexual orientation, responsibilities for dependents, age, physical/mental disability or offending background.
Having a criminal record will not necessarily bar you from working with us. This will depend on the nature of the position and the circumstances and background of your offenses.
I am awed! I have only watched movies that show the lives of offenders (who might have accidentally committed the act) being put to waste because of the criminal record.
I pray (a) that the crime and criminal activities on earth reduces
(b) that more people learn to embrace the emotions of the EX-offenders who have now turned on a new leaf.
Most of which, after screening, goes to deleted items.
Today, I had an email from British Petroleum Company Plc (UK).
It read "...join one of the world biggest Oil and Gas... blah blah...We received your CV. It was sent to the office of the Recruit Team for screening. Your qualification has met with BP first Round of recruitment, therefore you have been sent our company's Application Form and Terms and Conditions for your kind view"
Today was no different, I had to delete it. I had to cringe while deleting it as it offered 65k GBP, but alas since the interview was held three days from now in London I had no choice but to delete ;(
Before I deleted the email, something caught my eye. First was the "Equal Opportunities Monitoring Form" and the second was more interesting than the first "POLICY STATEMENT ON THE RECRUITMENT OF EX-OFFENDERS"
The Application form said :
BP is committed to the fair treatment of its staff, potential staff or users of its services, regardless of race, gender, religion, sexual orientation, responsibilities for dependents, age, physical/mental disability or offending background.
Having a criminal record will not necessarily bar you from working with us. This will depend on the nature of the position and the circumstances and background of your offenses.
I am awed! I have only watched movies that show the lives of offenders (who might have accidentally committed the act) being put to waste because of the criminal record.
I pray (a) that the crime and criminal activities on earth reduces
(b) that more people learn to embrace the emotions of the EX-offenders who have now turned on a new leaf.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Khalil Gibran
Khalil Gibran has captured my attention not once but twice. The poems written by him were introduced to me by Amma, she spoke about him and his poems at lengths and finished it with
"How rotten it would be to follow his words and bring up a child" :D
On the other hand, I can feel him urging us to give the "space" a relationship needs.
On bringing-up a child..
On Marriage...
"How rotten it would be to follow his words and bring up a child" :D
On the other hand, I can feel him urging us to give the "space" a relationship needs.
On bringing-up a child..
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
On Marriage...
Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?"
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Happy Women's day.
8th March, 2009.
I keep three women close to my heart.
The ones who inspire me,
whom I look upon at,
and whom I look upon to.
Amma
Ah, so I can hear you saying another stereotype. I'd love to stay clichéd here. I CAN NEVER be as patient as her, as giving, forgiving, unconditionally loving, diplomatic, fun-filled, lovable, intelligent, up-to-date and totally adorable.
Everytime she gives us (my family) an emotional OR technical suggestion, she makes me awe! I strongly feel that she donned the homemaker cap and the country lost another scientist/psychoanalyst.
If there's something that I wanna be, that would be the impossible - "Being my mom!"
Maternal Grandma
Absolutely adorable lady with strong roots in tradition, who marveled at the art of story-telling and cooking. With 7 children, she managed to resolve all the conflicts within them SO well and that dazzled me.
(On the other hand, my P-Granny managed to split up ALL her 7 children.. later the children realized the role of their mother and tried patching up).
Relationships are like a vase, once broken they can be patched up. But they are never as good as before.
Mrs. Vasumathy.
My Chemistry teacher and the lady who taught me to own my mistakes. In a class of 40 students, we had to read out the answers to the assignment that had 40 questions. Those who did not complete it lied that they did not bring the book (say abt 10 students) and she sent them out. I walked up and told her I haven't completed. She asked me to sit in the first bench. then, my classmate had to answer a question, unfortunately she hadn't written that ONE question. She reprimanded her for not telling it beforehand (like me!)
That day, I learnt to be straight forward!
Love ya ol'lady! :)
I owe it to her, all my education and frankness.
P/s I was writing this out as a post, and thought these women should be a part of my blog!
I keep three women close to my heart.
The ones who inspire me,
whom I look upon at,
and whom I look upon to.
Amma
Ah, so I can hear you saying another stereotype. I'd love to stay clichéd here. I CAN NEVER be as patient as her, as giving, forgiving, unconditionally loving, diplomatic, fun-filled, lovable, intelligent, up-to-date and totally adorable.
Everytime she gives us (my family) an emotional OR technical suggestion, she makes me awe! I strongly feel that she donned the homemaker cap and the country lost another scientist/psychoanalyst.
If there's something that I wanna be, that would be the impossible - "Being my mom!"
Maternal Grandma
Absolutely adorable lady with strong roots in tradition, who marveled at the art of story-telling and cooking. With 7 children, she managed to resolve all the conflicts within them SO well and that dazzled me.
(On the other hand, my P-Granny managed to split up ALL her 7 children.. later the children realized the role of their mother and tried patching up).
Relationships are like a vase, once broken they can be patched up. But they are never as good as before.
Mrs. Vasumathy.
My Chemistry teacher and the lady who taught me to own my mistakes. In a class of 40 students, we had to read out the answers to the assignment that had 40 questions. Those who did not complete it lied that they did not bring the book (say abt 10 students) and she sent them out. I walked up and told her I haven't completed. She asked me to sit in the first bench. then, my classmate had to answer a question, unfortunately she hadn't written that ONE question. She reprimanded her for not telling it beforehand (like me!)
That day, I learnt to be straight forward!
Love ya ol'lady! :)
I owe it to her, all my education and frankness.
P/s I was writing this out as a post, and thought these women should be a part of my blog!
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Routers, ports, LAN and all crap.
After all the bitching I did about my modem and it's hopeless ports. I finally configured it and successfully completed a port-forwarding.
And if things don't still work. I'm gonna sue that %$#$#@ company not cos they have a lousy product but for the mental pressure I have to undergo :P
And if things don't still work. I'm gonna sue that %$#$#@ company not cos they have a lousy product but for the mental pressure I have to undergo :P
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
tra-la la-la-la
It is pretty understandable that a man is a mirror of his moods-swings. To say "A happy person radiates laughter and life; while a vile one sulks around forcing his sour mood on others" would sound clichéd but is nevertheless the truth.
At times, you have those simple sweet moments, when you ride on a traffic infested road humming a tune, thinking of how super sunny it is instead of bitching about the sun (or) loving the rain instead of cursing the downpour and your drenched clothes!
Obviously when in perfect Joy!
Well... that's exactly what I've been doing! Sunny side-up :))
I've been wearing rose-colored glasses for over two weeks and indeed totally loving the quiet joyful route I've been walking in. Of course occasionally kicking a stone that comes my way ;)
still loving that distraction!
I guess, life can't get any better and thus this posts talks of some lighter lovelier excerpts.. my 6 yr old sweetheart.. a rascal, a know-it-all, an intelligent sarcastic bombastically imaginative darling! The sweetiepie whom I seek at times of vinegary moods.
Calvin of the Calvin and Hobbes fame..
Off you go, read 'em and be the happy camper,
while I try "mirroring" :D
Calvin: I've got an idea, Dad. Maybe I'd get better grades if you offered me $1 for every "D", $5 for every "C". $10 for every "B", and $50 for every "A"!
Dad: I'm not going to bribe you Calvin, you should apply yourself for your own good.
Calvin: Rats. I thought I could make an easy four bucks.
Calvin: I've been thinking, Hobbes.
Hobbes: On a weekend?
Calvin: Well, it wasn't on purpose...
Calvin: BU-URRP!
Mum: Good heavens, Calvin! What do we say after that?
Calvin: "Must be a barge coming through!"
Mum: WHAT do you say?!
Calvin: "That sure tasted better going down than coming up!"
Mum: Three strikes and you're history, kiddo.
Calvin: Excuse me :((
Calvin: Hey Dad, can I take the gas can for the lawn mower out in the back yard?
Dad: What on earth for? It's 8:00 at night!
Calvin: I want to pour gasoline in big letters on the lawn and set fire to it so airplanes can read it as they fly!
Dad: No, you can't do that! Don't be ridiculous!
Dad: I don't even want to know what he intended to write.
Calvin: Can I ride in the grocery cart?
Mum: I think you're a little big for that now.
Calvin: PLEASE??
Mum: All right, up you go.
Calvin: Oh boy! Now run down the aisle and let go!
Calvin: Psst... Susie! What's 12 + 7?
Susie: A billion.
Calvin: Thanks! Wait a minute. That can't be right... That's what she said 3 + 4 was.
Hobbes: What's wrong with you mom, do you know?
Calvin: No. She went to the doctor, though.
Hobbes: I wonder if... nah.
Calvin: What?
Hobbes: You don't suppose she's going to have a baby, do you?
Calvin: A BABY?!? Why would she want another kid? She's already got ME!
Hobbes: Yes, you'd think she'd have learned her lesson...
Calvin: "I'm a simple man, Hobbes."
Hobbes: "You?? Yesterday you wanted a nuclear powered car that could turn into a jet with laser-guided heat-seeking missiles!"
Calvin: "I'm a simple man with complex tastes."
Mom (to Calvin) : Your dad and I are going out for a movie tonight
C: Can I come too?
Mom: No, you are staying home.
C: What I got the plague? Why cant I come?
Mom: Because other people like to watch movies without hearing advise being shouted to the characters on screen.
C: So who does that? Are you saying I do that!!
C: Why does the sun set?
Dad: It’s because hot air rises. The sun’s hot in the middle of the day, so it rises high in the sky. In the evening then, it cools down and sets.
C: Why does it go from east to west?
Dad: Solar wind.
(hehehe beats me!)
C: Why does ice float?
Dad: Because it’s cold. Ice wants to get warm, so it goes to the top of liquids to be nearer to the sun.
C: Is that true?
Dad: Look it up and find out.
C: I should just look up stuff in the first place.
________
Mr.Bill Watterson, I miss the comic strips more than ever!
At times, you have those simple sweet moments, when you ride on a traffic infested road humming a tune, thinking of how super sunny it is instead of bitching about the sun (or) loving the rain instead of cursing the downpour and your drenched clothes!
Obviously when in perfect Joy!
Well... that's exactly what I've been doing! Sunny side-up :))
I've been wearing rose-colored glasses for over two weeks and indeed totally loving the quiet joyful route I've been walking in. Of course occasionally kicking a stone that comes my way ;)
still loving that distraction!
I guess, life can't get any better and thus this posts talks of some lighter lovelier excerpts.. my 6 yr old sweetheart.. a rascal, a know-it-all, an intelligent sarcastic bombastically imaginative darling! The sweetiepie whom I seek at times of vinegary moods.
Calvin of the Calvin and Hobbes fame..
Off you go, read 'em and be the happy camper,
while I try "mirroring" :D
Calvin: I've got an idea, Dad. Maybe I'd get better grades if you offered me $1 for every "D", $5 for every "C". $10 for every "B", and $50 for every "A"!
Dad: I'm not going to bribe you Calvin, you should apply yourself for your own good.
Calvin: Rats. I thought I could make an easy four bucks.
Calvin: I've been thinking, Hobbes.
Hobbes: On a weekend?
Calvin: Well, it wasn't on purpose...
Calvin: BU-URRP!
Mum: Good heavens, Calvin! What do we say after that?
Calvin: "Must be a barge coming through!"
Mum: WHAT do you say?!
Calvin: "That sure tasted better going down than coming up!"
Mum: Three strikes and you're history, kiddo.
Calvin: Excuse me :((
Calvin: Hey Dad, can I take the gas can for the lawn mower out in the back yard?
Dad: What on earth for? It's 8:00 at night!
Calvin: I want to pour gasoline in big letters on the lawn and set fire to it so airplanes can read it as they fly!
Dad: No, you can't do that! Don't be ridiculous!
Dad: I don't even want to know what he intended to write.
Calvin: Can I ride in the grocery cart?
Mum: I think you're a little big for that now.
Calvin: PLEASE??
Mum: All right, up you go.
Calvin: Oh boy! Now run down the aisle and let go!
Calvin: Psst... Susie! What's 12 + 7?
Susie: A billion.
Calvin: Thanks! Wait a minute. That can't be right... That's what she said 3 + 4 was.
Hobbes: What's wrong with you mom, do you know?
Calvin: No. She went to the doctor, though.
Hobbes: I wonder if... nah.
Calvin: What?
Hobbes: You don't suppose she's going to have a baby, do you?
Calvin: A BABY?!? Why would she want another kid? She's already got ME!
Hobbes: Yes, you'd think she'd have learned her lesson...
Calvin: "I'm a simple man, Hobbes."
Hobbes: "You?? Yesterday you wanted a nuclear powered car that could turn into a jet with laser-guided heat-seeking missiles!"
Calvin: "I'm a simple man with complex tastes."
Mom (to Calvin) : Your dad and I are going out for a movie tonight
C: Can I come too?
Mom: No, you are staying home.
C: What I got the plague? Why cant I come?
Mom: Because other people like to watch movies without hearing advise being shouted to the characters on screen.
C: So who does that? Are you saying I do that!!
C: Why does the sun set?
Dad: It’s because hot air rises. The sun’s hot in the middle of the day, so it rises high in the sky. In the evening then, it cools down and sets.
C: Why does it go from east to west?
Dad: Solar wind.
(hehehe beats me!)
C: Why does ice float?
Dad: Because it’s cold. Ice wants to get warm, so it goes to the top of liquids to be nearer to the sun.
C: Is that true?
Dad: Look it up and find out.
C: I should just look up stuff in the first place.
________
Mr.Bill Watterson, I miss the comic strips more than ever!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Love you Pa..
Yesterday was the first time the trio - me, Sush & Minu went out together. We three have been at each other's places every other day, stood on the roads speaking for hours and all that, but "hang-outs" were not prominent. If they happened, only two of us would make it, it would somehow so happen that the third black sheep would opt out.
Minu and I have oft been out, sometimes even caught red-handed(then, it wasn't easy to go out with your friend with the so called board-exams round the corner)! But with 13 years of friendship between us and with just 100 mts of distance between our houses, we never went out as a trio... pathetic right?
We made up for ALL that yesterday ;) We went out for a movie "Abhiyum naanum". A poignant movie, a lil' exaggerated with unnoticeable logic-flaws, stolen BGMs, nevertheless pleasantly sentimental and makes one have a bitter-sweet longing for those beautiful growing up days.
When I say beautiful, I meant those plain beautiful memories, evergreen ones that I still remember vividly today.
I still remember Appa's arrival at the airport being a ritual. I would run up to him and jump onto his hands. He used to carry me, right from when I was 7 to when I was 12, and never complained of how heavy I was!
When I was thirteen plus, I'd sit in the living room engrossed in TV neglecting mom's threats. Apparently I used to fall asleep watching the TV. Dad will then have to carry me upstairs. At this hour, I can't even climb two flights of stairs without gasping for breath and HE had to carry 45kgs upstairs!!
Appa never used to bother about my study-regime and I loved that trait of his. Till date, I haven't known any friend of mine whose Dad seats them on their laps. I'm 24 now, my dad does it even today leaving my mom frowning at the scene and saying :
"4 kalutha vayasagidichu" *
(I feel SO loved when I think of those incidents)
Today I feel I'm old enough to take my own decisions, why.. impose my decisions on my dad. Dad's lil' girl is nowhere around...
Yet... after all the years, after all the change, after having experienced your bouts of anger at times, I love you the same dad.
I remember when I used to be 5 yrs you'd ask me "How much do you love Bapak?" and I'd promptly reply "sky much, sea much.."
I still love you that way.
Happy Valentine's day, Dad :)
* "4 kalutha vayasagidichu" : Four times the age of a donkey. A donkey has a usual life span of 25 yrs (25 * 4 = my age!) :D
Minu and I have oft been out, sometimes even caught red-handed(then, it wasn't easy to go out with your friend with the so called board-exams round the corner)! But with 13 years of friendship between us and with just 100 mts of distance between our houses, we never went out as a trio... pathetic right?
We made up for ALL that yesterday ;) We went out for a movie "Abhiyum naanum". A poignant movie, a lil' exaggerated with unnoticeable logic-flaws, stolen BGMs, nevertheless pleasantly sentimental and makes one have a bitter-sweet longing for those beautiful growing up days.
When I say beautiful, I meant those plain beautiful memories, evergreen ones that I still remember vividly today.
I still remember Appa's arrival at the airport being a ritual. I would run up to him and jump onto his hands. He used to carry me, right from when I was 7 to when I was 12, and never complained of how heavy I was!
When I was thirteen plus, I'd sit in the living room engrossed in TV neglecting mom's threats. Apparently I used to fall asleep watching the TV. Dad will then have to carry me upstairs. At this hour, I can't even climb two flights of stairs without gasping for breath and HE had to carry 45kgs upstairs!!
Appa never used to bother about my study-regime and I loved that trait of his. Till date, I haven't known any friend of mine whose Dad seats them on their laps. I'm 24 now, my dad does it even today leaving my mom frowning at the scene and saying :
"4 kalutha vayasagidichu" *
(I feel SO loved when I think of those incidents)
Today I feel I'm old enough to take my own decisions, why.. impose my decisions on my dad. Dad's lil' girl is nowhere around...
Yet... after all the years, after all the change, after having experienced your bouts of anger at times, I love you the same dad.
I remember when I used to be 5 yrs you'd ask me "How much do you love Bapak?" and I'd promptly reply "sky much, sea much.."
I still love you that way.
Happy Valentine's day, Dad :)
* "4 kalutha vayasagidichu" : Four times the age of a donkey. A donkey has a usual life span of 25 yrs (25 * 4 = my age!) :D
Thursday, February 12, 2009
coincidence..
Moments ago, as I was skimming through my blog, I found that I had had written a post on the 17th of October. Coincidentally 17th of October was one of the best days in my life.
I don't know how many times I'll watch "Khaka Khaka" and how many times I would manage to watch the movie without smiling.
Nostalgia! *smiles coyly*
Life can be awfully sweet at times!
So sweet that you let go every ounce of hatred!
And keep celebrating your happiness over and over again!
I don't know how many times I'll watch "Khaka Khaka" and how many times I would manage to watch the movie without smiling.
Nostalgia! *smiles coyly*
Life can be awfully sweet at times!
So sweet that you let go every ounce of hatred!
And keep celebrating your happiness over and over again!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
A quick look at Jan-Feb
In a non-chronological order, let me stroll through whatever my poor memory remembers
Hats off Madrasi!
The 12th of January AR Rahman made us proud by winning the Golden Globe awards for "Jai ho" penned by "Gulzar" sung by Sukhwinder Singh (of ALL people).
Congrats Ms Mirza!
Sania and Bupathi won the mixed doubles title at the Australian Open in Melbourne, beating France's Nathalie Dechy and Israeli Andy Ram. Making that Sania's first Grand Slam.
Mixed-doubles is considered passé, consequently asking the poor girl to concentrate on her fitness and singles.
Tnx for the hoRRor movie!
RR of Satyam proved that God won't help even though you donate millions of gold bullions. Some indigestible statistics: 321 pairs of shoes, 310 belts and 13 cars including Mercedes and BMWs. I'm not gasping or sighing. As a matter of fact, what he is is immaterial to us. Anywayss it's interesting to know obsessed people exist.
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Where is the recession tonight?
(I you have heard where is the party tonight, you'll know how to sing this) Why are we taking of recession "now" when recession has been news for the past twelve odd months?
The answer is three letters - IPL "Indian Premier League".
Where is the recession when people are ready to buy Andrew Flintoff at and Keith Pieterson at $1.55 million or why even more?
Good luck to the GAMEblers!
MN Srinivasan of India Cements, better known as the famed owner of Chennai Super Kings who bought MS Dhoni at an exorbitant sum (6.58 Crore rupees) last year, proved again to be a worthy contender buying Andrew Flintoff at 7.55 crore Rupees that is said to be higher than his base price (4.63 Crore Rupees).
Bangalore Royal Challengers settled with Kevin Pietersen at 7.55 crore Rupees, helping Vijay Malya feed his hurt ego (ego hurt from the disastrous play of lady Luck with his team in last IPL). Though cheer-leading tops the glamour quotient of IPL, Malya knows that even imported cheerleaders can neither help cricket nor luck.
Good luck ol'man!
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
Hats off Madrasi!
The 12th of January AR Rahman made us proud by winning the Golden Globe awards for "Jai ho" penned by "Gulzar" sung by Sukhwinder Singh (of ALL people).
Congrats Ms Mirza!
Sania and Bupathi won the mixed doubles title at the Australian Open in Melbourne, beating France's Nathalie Dechy and Israeli Andy Ram. Making that Sania's first Grand Slam.
Mixed-doubles is considered passé, consequently asking the poor girl to concentrate on her fitness and singles.
Tnx for the hoRRor movie!
RR of Satyam proved that God won't help even though you donate millions of gold bullions. Some indigestible statistics: 321 pairs of shoes, 310 belts and 13 cars including Mercedes and BMWs. I'm not gasping or sighing. As a matter of fact, what he is is immaterial to us. Anywayss it's interesting to know obsessed people exist.
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Where is the recession tonight?
(I you have heard where is the party tonight, you'll know how to sing this) Why are we taking of recession "now" when recession has been news for the past twelve odd months?
The answer is three letters - IPL "Indian Premier League".
Where is the recession when people are ready to buy Andrew Flintoff at and Keith Pieterson at $1.55 million or why even more?
Good luck to the GAMEblers!
MN Srinivasan of India Cements, better known as the famed owner of Chennai Super Kings who bought MS Dhoni at an exorbitant sum (6.58 Crore rupees) last year, proved again to be a worthy contender buying Andrew Flintoff at 7.55 crore Rupees that is said to be higher than his base price (4.63 Crore Rupees).
Bangalore Royal Challengers settled with Kevin Pietersen at 7.55 crore Rupees, helping Vijay Malya feed his hurt ego (ego hurt from the disastrous play of lady Luck with his team in last IPL). Though cheer-leading tops the glamour quotient of IPL, Malya knows that even imported cheerleaders can neither help cricket nor luck.
Good luck ol'man!
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
Thursday, February 5, 2009
F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
If you think this is a review of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. You are mistaken and forgiven as well. This week was a intermittent roller-coaster ride. Adrenaline one minute, Serotonin the other.
If not for my dearies, I would have suffocated.
Considering this week alone, time to time it so happened that I had confabs with the important (J, jai, data, bav, minu) about the unimportant. Though many a time I hardly discussed my status quo. It was such a feel good factor and such happiness to know that I have my share of those who care!
Add to that a inconspicuous chat with Archu & Dyu!
Thank you folks! You made my week :)
If not for my dearies, I would have suffocated.
Considering this week alone, time to time it so happened that I had confabs with the important (J, jai, data, bav, minu) about the unimportant. Though many a time I hardly discussed my status quo. It was such a feel good factor and such happiness to know that I have my share of those who care!
Add to that a inconspicuous chat with Archu & Dyu!
Thank you folks! You made my week :)
Monday, February 2, 2009
Today, the 2nd of February.
There are somethings that you don't say to your blog. There are somedays when beating around the bush proves fruitful (cos you don't see any point in getting to the point at all)
Today is one such day.
Today is one such day.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
To the Pearl City
Well, this week started with me being back to normal. In short, putting an end to the never ending tours. Phew I'm SO tired and I'm tiring myself out by writing a post. What do you call that?
So, 21st night I missed the "Pearl City express" by 1 minute.
Ask me the value of a minute now.
We (me & mom) were half way up the escalator only to see the train leave. Luckily we evaded the 15 hr tiring-bus-journey by taking the Nellai express! lucky me! luckyyy me!! It was a special train (especially for me hehehe)
From Nellai to the Pearl City, then picked up by Gs men. R.e.s.t.
By the eve, we were all set to see virtuoso Sudha Raghunath sing. It was simply a treat. She sung some of my favorites -
Kurai onrum illai, Idathu patham thooki, Valli kanavan perai. wow.
The "thani avarthanam" was amazing as well.
The next morning 23rd was cats' birthday and we wished him. Off we went to Gs marriage then! The marriage was super different. mj was there *winks*. Lots of fun, lots of photos and wonderful time (on and off stage) teasing friends to death!
That noon we left to MDU. I guess my Gramps bought the whole market for us to eat. I've put on 2kgs .....wwwwwaahh ;( later that evening at the Meenakshi Temple we witnessed "Mookuthi puja" and "Palliarai puja". The following day we went to thirupovanam and brought athai back with us. On the way we popped at Meenakshi Temple and bought LOTS of bangles.
That night I couldn't get myself to sleep, cos we had to take the morning train and I'm not missing another one!
So, 21st night I missed the "Pearl City express" by 1 minute.
Ask me the value of a minute now.
We (me & mom) were half way up the escalator only to see the train leave. Luckily we evaded the 15 hr tiring-bus-journey by taking the Nellai express! lucky me! luckyyy me!! It was a special train (especially for me hehehe)
From Nellai to the Pearl City, then picked up by Gs men. R.e.s.t.
By the eve, we were all set to see virtuoso Sudha Raghunath sing. It was simply a treat. She sung some of my favorites -
Kurai onrum illai, Idathu patham thooki, Valli kanavan perai. wow.
The "thani avarthanam" was amazing as well.
The next morning 23rd was cats' birthday and we wished him. Off we went to Gs marriage then! The marriage was super different. mj was there *winks*. Lots of fun, lots of photos and wonderful time (on and off stage) teasing friends to death!
That noon we left to MDU. I guess my Gramps bought the whole market for us to eat. I've put on 2kgs .....wwwwwaahh ;( later that evening at the Meenakshi Temple we witnessed "Mookuthi puja" and "Palliarai puja". The following day we went to thirupovanam and brought athai back with us. On the way we popped at Meenakshi Temple and bought LOTS of bangles.
That night I couldn't get myself to sleep, cos we had to take the morning train and I'm not missing another one!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Costly domain name?
It was tonight that I knew Naiduhall aka Naihaa* (an ugly outcome of the brand make over) has a domain name dispute.
Lamentable when you note the other fact that www.naiduhall.co.in is not completely constructed. So much for a store founded almost 60 years ago. Hmpfh.
*Naihaa to the common man is hardly pronounceable, let alone the meaning it translates to. "Nai" in Tamil means "Dog" and to add to the twit we can translate "Naihaa" to "Dog huh?" (I'll keep safe).
Perhaps there were no board-rooms. Perhaps no one knew Tamil in the board-room (apparently in Chennai) and perhaps, it is not just me who is annoyed at the frivolousness.
Either winning the disputed issue would prove costly (or) a website called naihaa.com would prove cheap (literally and figuratively).
'The question is,' said Alice, 'whether you can make words mean so many different things'- Lewis Carroll.
Lamentable when you note the other fact that www.naiduhall.co.in is not completely constructed. So much for a store founded almost 60 years ago. Hmpfh.
*Naihaa to the common man is hardly pronounceable, let alone the meaning it translates to. "Nai" in Tamil means "Dog" and to add to the twit we can translate "Naihaa" to "Dog huh?" (I'll keep safe).
Perhaps there were no board-rooms. Perhaps no one knew Tamil in the board-room (apparently in Chennai) and perhaps, it is not just me who is annoyed at the frivolousness.
Either winning the disputed issue would prove costly (or) a website called naihaa.com would prove cheap (literally and figuratively).
'The question is,' said Alice, 'whether you can make words mean so many different things'- Lewis Carroll.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Paint the "Hometown" red.
As a matter of fact, this post should be called:
"On a Temple spree - Part #2".
I never knew that a visit to my hometown can be clipped with SO many visits to the nearby temples. The day after Pongal, we were in our Hometown. I was drinking in the beauty and space of our house. Waking myself, filling me with ample memories -
Photos, photos and more photos.
The next morning, we (cat, ma, pa & appatha) left to Palani. To choose "Palani" of all places, that too during "Thai". Phew. But my never-say-die father finally took us there, got us squeezed amongst the thousands of devotees and brought us back safe.
The next two days were to be spent at "Pudur" my gramps birthplace and "Vegupatti" irrefutably appatha's birthplace.
So many relatives, so many feasts and more photos where-ever-I-go.
I chanced upon my forefather's photo, I promptly clicked it up.
Clicked it, not picked it! Thanks to the digicam, of late one doesn't have to steal photos :D
We skipped the trek to "Piranmalai" cos...
(A) it was late & (B) cat was unwell.
On the way back home, we stopped at "Samayapuram" (it was 9.00 p.m. and the temple closes at 9.15 p.m.) and in spite of the plight, we were invited to a good darshan.
At 3.15 a.m. our mpv screeched to a halt at my doorstep.
Later, I had a 12 hour sleep and here I am.
Again, It won't be blinks before I'm off!
"On a Temple spree - Part #2".
I never knew that a visit to my hometown can be clipped with SO many visits to the nearby temples. The day after Pongal, we were in our Hometown. I was drinking in the beauty and space of our house. Waking myself, filling me with ample memories -
Photos, photos and more photos.
The next morning, we (cat, ma, pa & appatha) left to Palani. To choose "Palani" of all places, that too during "Thai". Phew. But my never-say-die father finally took us there, got us squeezed amongst the thousands of devotees and brought us back safe.
The next two days were to be spent at "Pudur" my gramps birthplace and "Vegupatti" irrefutably appatha's birthplace.
So many relatives, so many feasts and more photos where-ever-I-go.
I chanced upon my forefather's photo, I promptly clicked it up.
Clicked it, not picked it! Thanks to the digicam, of late one doesn't have to steal photos :D
We skipped the trek to "Piranmalai" cos...
(A) it was late & (B) cat was unwell.
On the way back home, we stopped at "Samayapuram" (it was 9.00 p.m. and the temple closes at 9.15 p.m.) and in spite of the plight, we were invited to a good darshan.
At 3.15 a.m. our mpv screeched to a halt at my doorstep.
Later, I had a 12 hour sleep and here I am.
Again, It won't be blinks before I'm off!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
On a Temple spree..
I finally did visit Mangalore!
Mangalore jaunt was a temple tour per se. In my opinion, it was essentially a trip to keep my devils mind occupied. The itinerary was super packed, drafted by dad, as Appa had very less time to spare this month (He is making room for another such chota’sa outing already, and that is progress). Appa as usual was in hyper-spirits throughout the tour. It was us who were fatigued and crawled to our beds.
The 8th of Jan, we took a train to Mangalore. I love trains, oh those college-days, so needles to say I loved the travel. To add to it was moms’ delicacies, even more delicious when eaten on train!
Books, Music and more books.
I was so excited, I did not sleep a wink. But grrrr, the sleeperlogs (a young man & an old) in my compartment ruined it. I was forced to my berth. It was already cold, can someone turn off the A/C.... waaaaaahh! :(
The 9th (around 5AM) we took a bus from M’lore to Kollur. The bus travel was pleasing in spite of the fact cat and me were standing throughout the 3 hour journey and boy it was cold!
9th FN we checked in, freshened and left to Mookambika temple, darshan was well organized (of course occasionally you’ll hear someone sternly saying “vega vega”) quite understandable when one has hundreds of devotees.
Ahhh I should mention, this place has NO mob-tower and the best hotel room has NO Television :| So after a typical Keralite lunch (Kollur is in Karnataka) a back to back darshan was done.
KJ.Yesudas appeared with his wife, it was so hard to get a glimpse of him. He sung a keerthana at the Saraswathi sannathi, (co)incidentally Sangeetotsavam'09 was scheduled there.
9 p.m. were back in our rooms asleep, I can never imagine that happening back here at home.
10th a late-morning bus to M’lore, luckily we had seats. The bus travel again was fabulous. Estuaries, prawn-farm amongst the forest! Picturesque.
At M’lore we checked in a suite. TV, A/C, geyser… wow. Yes. WOW.
That evening we shopped like maniacs and the next morning we went to Mangala devi temple. I was down with a bad appetite, so skipped breakfast and lunch and creeped like a snail with a paavam face.
No use. That very evening I was made to visit Gokharnath temple. But this one was fantastically designed and simply breath taking!
The snaps speak for themselves, don’t they?
Back to HOME!! Sweet home indeed! ;)
It wouldn’t be a few blinks before I’m off again!
Mangalore jaunt was a temple tour per se. In my opinion, it was essentially a trip to keep my devils mind occupied. The itinerary was super packed, drafted by dad, as Appa had very less time to spare this month (He is making room for another such chota’sa outing already, and that is progress). Appa as usual was in hyper-spirits throughout the tour. It was us who were fatigued and crawled to our beds.
The 8th of Jan, we took a train to Mangalore. I love trains, oh those college-days, so needles to say I loved the travel. To add to it was moms’ delicacies, even more delicious when eaten on train!
Books, Music and more books.
I was so excited, I did not sleep a wink. But grrrr, the sleeperlogs (a young man & an old) in my compartment ruined it. I was forced to my berth. It was already cold, can someone turn off the A/C.... waaaaaahh! :(
The 9th (around 5AM) we took a bus from M’lore to Kollur. The bus travel was pleasing in spite of the fact cat and me were standing throughout the 3 hour journey and boy it was cold!
9th FN we checked in, freshened and left to Mookambika temple, darshan was well organized (of course occasionally you’ll hear someone sternly saying “vega vega”) quite understandable when one has hundreds of devotees.
Ahhh I should mention, this place has NO mob-tower and the best hotel room has NO Television :| So after a typical Keralite lunch (Kollur is in Karnataka) a back to back darshan was done.
KJ.Yesudas appeared with his wife, it was so hard to get a glimpse of him. He sung a keerthana at the Saraswathi sannathi, (co)incidentally Sangeetotsavam'09 was scheduled there.
9 p.m. were back in our rooms asleep, I can never imagine that happening back here at home.
10th a late-morning bus to M’lore, luckily we had seats. The bus travel again was fabulous. Estuaries, prawn-farm amongst the forest! Picturesque.
At M’lore we checked in a suite. TV, A/C, geyser… wow. Yes. WOW.
That evening we shopped like maniacs and the next morning we went to Mangala devi temple. I was down with a bad appetite, so skipped breakfast and lunch and creeped like a snail with a paavam face.
No use. That very evening I was made to visit Gokharnath temple. But this one was fantastically designed and simply breath taking!
The snaps speak for themselves, don’t they?
Back to HOME!! Sweet home indeed! ;)
It wouldn’t be a few blinks before I’m off again!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Hard of reading??
The phrase "Hard of hearing" has nothing to do here. I'm inclined to say "Hard of reading" when I read perfectly illegible handwriting. Now "Spencerian Penmanship" (or simply cursive writing) is taught from Kindergarten, in spite of which people fail to write legibly.
In my teens, I have often wondered "What's with the Graphologists?", "How do they claim to analyze people by mere handwriting?" and many more alike questions.
Today find it easy to analyze them*: They* are hopelessly lazy (to correct the way they hold the pen).
According to me, good handwriting is no feat. You just have to correct the way you hold your pen. Pay a little more attention to the curves and lines (beauty!) and if you don't want to put in an extra effort not even God can help you.
Wisecrack: Not everyone is Da Vinci, but every child can draw. It is only when a child grows-up, it yields to the way of the world and learns to say: "Ooooooh me?? I can't draw!"
Ditto for singing, dancing et al.
Didn't you sing "Baa-baa-black-sheep" once?
sighs.
Talking about handwriting again, I was scared of writing neatly.
I may sound crazy unless I explain the adage. The Tamil saying goes like this:
"Kaieluthu nalla irundha, thalaieluthu^ nalla irukkathu"
which translates to "The one who has a good handwriting, will not have a good future".
Yeah. Apparently coined by the man with the worst handwriting ever.
However, this saying scared me to death(then). Today I know that even if the whole world writes neatly, it is not going to tackle the Economic depression (pessimistic cackle)
Twist the above saying and voila! you have this
"Kaieluthu nalla irundha, thalai eluthu nalla irukkum",
this is the other adage, contrariwise. Sans doubt written by someone like me, who prefers good hw to sad ones.
Totally unrelated.
Before I forget let me tell you two more similarly constructed adages, which work vice-versa
"Valathu kann thudicha, nallathu nadakkum" :
when your right eyelid quivers, good things happen.
"Ethathu kann thudicha, nallathu nadakkum" :
when your left eyelid quivers, good things happen.
"Valathu kann thudicha, kettathu nadakkum" :
when your right eyelid quivers, bad things happen.
"Ethathu kann thudicha, kettathu nadakkum" :
when your right eyelid quivers, bad things happen.
L.O.L.
Actually amongst the 4 sayings, it's hard to tell which is original and which is made up ;)
A few sample handwritings :)
That of a teen, ached girl. Anne Frank
Men who made their mark - MK Gandhi, Orville Wright and LDVinci (respectively)
* ones with bad handwriting.
^ thalaieluthu - The future written on one's forehead by Lord Bhrama.
In my teens, I have often wondered "What's with the Graphologists?", "How do they claim to analyze people by mere handwriting?" and many more alike questions.
Today find it easy to analyze them*: They* are hopelessly lazy (to correct the way they hold the pen).
According to me, good handwriting is no feat. You just have to correct the way you hold your pen. Pay a little more attention to the curves and lines (beauty!) and if you don't want to put in an extra effort not even God can help you.
Wisecrack: Not everyone is Da Vinci, but every child can draw. It is only when a child grows-up, it yields to the way of the world and learns to say: "Ooooooh me?? I can't draw!"
Ditto for singing, dancing et al.
Didn't you sing "Baa-baa-black-sheep" once?
sighs.
Talking about handwriting again, I was scared of writing neatly.
I may sound crazy unless I explain the adage. The Tamil saying goes like this:
"Kaieluthu nalla irundha, thalaieluthu^ nalla irukkathu"
which translates to "The one who has a good handwriting, will not have a good future".
Yeah. Apparently coined by the man with the worst handwriting ever.
However, this saying scared me to death(then). Today I know that even if the whole world writes neatly, it is not going to tackle the Economic depression (pessimistic cackle)
Twist the above saying and voila! you have this
"Kaieluthu nalla irundha, thalai eluthu nalla irukkum",
this is the other adage, contrariwise. Sans doubt written by someone like me, who prefers good hw to sad ones.
Totally unrelated.
Before I forget let me tell you two more similarly constructed adages, which work vice-versa
"Valathu kann thudicha, nallathu nadakkum" :
when your right eyelid quivers, good things happen.
"Ethathu kann thudicha, nallathu nadakkum" :
when your left eyelid quivers, good things happen.
"Valathu kann thudicha, kettathu nadakkum" :
when your right eyelid quivers, bad things happen.
"Ethathu kann thudicha, kettathu nadakkum" :
when your right eyelid quivers, bad things happen.
L.O.L.
Actually amongst the 4 sayings, it's hard to tell which is original and which is made up ;)
A few sample handwritings :)
That of a teen, ached girl. Anne Frank
Men who made their mark - MK Gandhi, Orville Wright and LDVinci (respectively)
* ones with bad handwriting.
^ thalaieluthu - The future written on one's forehead by Lord Bhrama.
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