Taare Zameen Par

I wanted to see some movie this weekend. All the shows were showing blue online for the weekend. Thursday evening I checked again for some update. Luckily got hold of good seats for the 10am show :) Taare Zameen Par!! After watching Jab We Met until 2am the previous night, TZP was refreshing. I cried after a long time and felt embarassed for crying. Later when I came out and saw other gals' mascara and kajal smudged I was very happy :D

I came back home and was all exicted about the dyslexia kid. Then my dad surprised me with my flashback of dyslexia. I then remembered how I was tortured to write extra Running Handwriting notebooks and Workbooks... I still remember my 2nd class teachers, she helped me write properly and who gave me second chances in filling the blanks and match the following ;) With no effort from her side and just a second chance to answer all the answers, I passed couple of exams with great effort.....

Back to the movie - a story with no mean classmate or bullying brother which a normal story would have. Instead a caring brother and an understanding classmate. The mother's role is portrayed very naturally without loud cries. The song "Maa" is very sentimentally picturised where everyone was crying irrespective of age. Boarding school sure is scary!!!

All said the movie is simple and perfect.

Honk Honk Honk!!!

The other day I was travelling with my dad in our 2 wheeler. We were going out and were held in 2 major places - The Airport and Kathipara Junction. The traffic jam was terrible and maddening. Thank god it was not very hot...

My dad's irritation was increasing exponentially. If one wondered the irritation was because of the traffic jam, it was because of the noisy HONKS around us. After we crossed kathipara junction, we followed 1 particular car and started honking at the car unnecessarily. When i asked WHY?, he lectured me why one must horn and why one must surely not. His theories were too correct, I sat back silent with no points to argue. But chasing that car and irritating the driver was madness.(Madness-the car fellow must hav felt tat;Fun- it was my word heh hee heh :P)
Anyone in a traffic jam would know a person cannot move.(That is why they have named it as a jam or bottleneck) This being obvious, I fail to understand as to why people keep Honking aimlessly? I combined my analysis with my dad's theory.
People have 3 reasons to honk while driving :

1. Give me way you idiot I am going to overtake you. I own this big beautiful fast moving Pulsar!MOVE!!
2. I dont know what to do in this traffic jam. I am testing everyone's patient honking. If I Honk, the jam will get cleared.
3. You made a mistake while driving, drive carefully buddy!

The first one is really irritating. we had fun chasing one such Pulsar guy and made him cry and say "sorry uncle", while i sat back giggling.
The Second one is really funny. We chased this "stupid honking car guy" until his destination honking non-stop . I hope he never honks again. (you reap what you sow)
And the last one is supposed to be a genuine honker... The person tries to talk to you and warn you honking. We forgive the person.

People here in chennai seriously have no idea what traffic rules are. All they want is to reach theid destination soon. What they tend to forget is "Dude everyone wants to reach safe and fast!"

Next time if someone with a kercheef tied to his nose wearing a helmet in a hero honda chases you, mind it... its my dad and you had apparently honked without purpose.

My First Guitar Class

I was singing along with the kids who were singing a brand new song – “Maduraiku Pogaadhadee…” and admiring the small boy who was playing the song flawless in his keyboard. This was “The Entertainment Club of Chitlapakkam”! Master greeted me with an apology to have made me wait. The cute little gals there asked me to continue the song with them. After finishing the song, Master asked me if I was ready for the class. He took a guitar and started giving me theories regarding the guitar – Fret, plectrum, strings… He also made me distinguish between carnatic notes and English notes plus I was taught the math equivalent too. I started with the carnatic basic in a guitar.
Sa Re Ga Ma Pa Da Ne Sa.
aka
C D E F G A B C.

1 hour I was playing nothing else but the same notes until I got used to the correct fret, correct string and the correct finger. I was playing too much of it that my middle finger was paining and had an impression of the 5th string.

I came back home jumping with joy. My bro asked me how many guitars I broke in the process of learning. My friend called me up to ask if I could play “Summer of 69” now! I never answered either of the questions but gave them back a smile. 3 months from now I am playing a simple song and make people wonder where she was all this time? Learning Guitar is sure fun and relaxing (not for my fingers though!)

Add Just Meant

Last night I was waiting for my cab to be alloted. The poor guy who does the allotment was going frenzy... So what we few people decided was to stand aside and let the guy think clear and allot us a proper cab. At this point the person rushes and threatens him "which Cab"? The guy freaks and allots her to an Indica. Since she and I are from the same area, I was pushed to go along with her. I dont encourage complainig people and I had no choice but to travel with this "cry-baby"! 2nd day in a row I was forced to do this. The worst part is I knew her personally. SIGH!!

The night before yesterday, she was fussing a lot because she was not sure of the route to get her home. What a pity! She and I belong to the same area, I know where she lives and give the cab driver the direction. She does not want to listen either or would let the cab driver listen to me. All she could think was "I am lost". People have become more and more un-accomodative. Helping would mean I am the bad one. So coming back to last night, I dint want her to crib again so offered her to be dropped first and then I be dropped. The way she answered me angered more.

Why are people so indifferent and unfriendly? The other day when my friend was dropped somewhere interior, a girl in the cab cribbed "why cant there be separate cabs for people who stay far inside?" Huh!! Heights of indifference I can say. Later I came to know she was somewhere deep interior than my friend near a grave-yard. Another day this guy was cribing because he had to accompany a gal and then come back a kilometer to get himself dropped.

Why is it that people are so un-accomodative?? No one likes to work late and get back home late. There can be some compassion and friendliness. Being friendly is something good not that it will hurt someone.

The Cribing continues....

Its been more than a month since I returned home. Since the day 1 I am being fed with work and more & more of it. Saturdays and Sundays seem to fly away so fast. Alas wish there was a time-turner available with me. Initially I was under the impression that 2pm-11pm shift would mean availability more time. But it has only lead me into more chaotic situation. 9-5 would only mean on fridays, no matter what I get back home by 7pm !

Back in Mysore, I found more time for myslef. Here Life is Jam-Packed! Am I poor in time management? Or is travelling eating all my time during weekdays? 3 hours spent on travelling to office is not something that I anticipated!

Anyhow cribing still continues in Chennai......

A Release, A Dilemma and A Question Mark - Part III ( The Transfer at last)

Its been 2 full weeks I am home back sitting and I just felt like blogging! I really cant remember how it used to be back in mysore. Mean of me!!! I sure wish Chennai had the climate of Mysore. I cant have the cake and eat it :( So 2weeks what do i do? I go to this office of mine and keep reading loads and loads of documents and try assimilating stuff beyond my comprehension and come home late and exhausted as never before. SIGH! but this is something anticipated.

Coming back to my transfer. After such struggle and plead I get the transfer without an order. Blindly with mind full of joy I packed in 2hours and I come to chennai. Such relief coming back home. I get to work more than I used to in Mysore. Meeting new people as usual and learning more stuff than what I did in the last one year. The power of SCRATCH project is that you work more than what is required. So the release I got was too good. The Dilemma still prevails - to CAT or not to CAT! Question mark here has changed from the Transfer to Stabilization of the project to be when?

Moral of the story - I need to be released from something every time I blog here; Life is always full of Question marks and of course some Dilemma. guess i will never be short of blogging stuff with just these 3 aspects!

Amen!

A Release, A Dilemma and A Question Mark - Part II ( The Bench Break!)

No Onsite calls. Not much of FC food. No deliverables. I am in "The Bench". I am still inside the Secured Zone blogging! Past 2 days have been wonderful to me.

How long is the question now?

Getting up by 7,
lazing for half an hour with my coffee in 1 hand and the BRM in the other until 9.30;
Cooking Brunch
bathing as long as I wish to
eating slowly, enjoying every bite of it,
Swiping in by 11.30,
skipping lunch and having a light snack @ 3
Orkuting and turning back to see if anyone is watching you
readoing so many blogs and deleting those stupid forwards after reading; prev it was before reading
starting chain mails with my deal gang sans 1 out cast
opening minimum 2 chat windows 1 in office n/w 1 in client n/w
reading "The Pillars of the Earth" page by page
catching up with PM/GTM for 10minutes bt waiting for half an hour to meet them
Lazing around friend's cubicle until 6 and blogging by EOD
Dinner ending with a juice
Swiping out @ 8
going back home happily and relaxing for half an hour or strech it
opening BRM fresh without any hassle
Dozing off by 11-12

Now this is what I call "The Bench Life".

My previous post was of total confusion and here I am clear kicking off with Scenario A.

P.S. 1 of my friends here @ office says my style of writing is like Chetan Bagat! Is it ?? :-/ A compliment or the opposite?

A Release, A Dilemma and A Question Mark - Part I

I was told on Monday afternoon that I am released from the Project. It was kind of a mixed emotions. I wanted a transfer to Chennai and I get a release. So all Monday I was happy that I got released and very very worried about the transfer.
The past history makes me shiver. A person who got married asked for a transfer to Chennai and could not get one. Result?? He quit the job.Now I have a health issue, will they consider me. I am less than 1 year old in this organisation. Will they consider me valuable enough to put me in chennai?I doubt it. I have now 4 scenarios.

Scenario A : Plead, beg for a transfer and manage to go to chennai. Then I will sure be in Bench and as per original plan prepare for CAT.

Scenario B : Stay back in bench here in mysore, prepare for CAT.

Scenario C : Wait till august, quit my job, sit at home and prepare for CAT.

Scenario D : Sit here work until next may or something and get married next year this time.

I hope I dont start of with Scenario A and end with Scenario D too sooon.

Now is the question, what am i doing here? Blogging because I am absolutely jobless and I have nothing else to do. What if I am pushed out of the embassy?I dont even get to blog. But I might end up attending all the ILI sessions for nothing. SIGH I am sure scared of the Bench... :-s

God Please do consider my long time request!

What SHIVAJI Means to me??

Friday night I was asked to go for the movie, I rejected it, Saturday night I did the same! Sunday Morning I get the tickets for a 1pm show... After a fast shopping at Commercial street I and my friend run for the movie @ Koramangala!!! I was s*** scared seeing the crowd there. All the Pettai rowdies were there to watch the big hyped movie "Shivaji". I in fact begged my friend to make a move and forget watching the movie. She had to drag me literally inside the theatre... We got seats in the A/C named but not even a fan switched on theatre. Heard of sweat in Bangalore? I was sweating while watching the movie. We missed like 2minutes of the movie...

The first song started, I forgot where I was and who were around me. The sweat, the crowd, my skipped lunch makin my stomach grumbling nothing mattered to me then. 3 hours I was shouting and screaming... Alas I then decided to learn to Whistle and now I am in the process... Reserving the whistle for "Dasavatharam"... back to Shivaji.... At one point of time I felt my roots very much. The single Tamil movie maded me feel proud because its a Tamil Movie which is hyped and fussed to be shown in the state! I am proud being a tamilian....

I know Kamal fans who cant sit and watch the movie and end up cribing about the movie. Always i found going to watch a movie without reading reviews has made me see the movie in a completly different perspective. Its not a TR movie to complain after all its Rajini's movie. Someone cant be hyped so much without anything in the Hype. Shankar is a good movie maker and Rajini is a good actor. When Kamal can act reality, Rajini can act beyond reality. We dont go to movies to watch reality always there needs to be out of reality stuff. If reality is very much expected in movies, then one can sit on the road side for 3hrs and very much enjoy it rather than wasting money on theatres and cinemas.

All said I love Rajini and his movies!!! He may not be a tamilain but watching a Tamil movie in Bengalooru was sure a "Kick" aka "High" ;)

Dumb, Worst and Silly Reasons and Excuses - Why Me?

What is it with people around me? Am I proving to be "The stupidest person they know?" People give me the worst lame excuse for anything be the matter.

• Today I was asking for my advance money back and what do I get? Yeah THE DUMB EXCUSE!
• Some few months back a close friend ditched me when asked why, I get the WORST and FUNNIEST Reason on this planet.(Oct 10th)
• I ask a friend why she is not in touch with me yet again SILLY reason.
• Another one here in office: I ask for transfer because I need one for the sake of my health, I get the SILLIEST of all excuse!!!
• One of the best : Roomie's friend giving excuse to keep watching the SOAPs. The friend relates her mom's family (of many daughters) struggling to get back the share from their dad and evil son driving the friend to watch SOAPs. (Metti Oli)

Not that I dont give any excuse but I am just wondering this question :

"Why Me???"

It is past 10.30pm and I am in office! I give a dumb excuse "Got work!" ;-)

The Last Supper

This has nothing to do with the painting "Last Supper" or the one pertaining to Jesus Christ! This is yet a silly blog about the day before I leaft Chennai from my Long Vacation(Third long vacation since i joined Infy). So I get this awesome Navrathna Kurma made by mom.... I am completing the draft I started writing on saturday night. I am already missing home and Home Food... Afternoon started off very very bad. Wasted rs.20 food stuff out of the Rs.27 I paid. You might ask why the hell I got it when I was planning to waste. I had no choice, wanted Sambar/Rasam terribly that I got the S.Indian Food impulsively :( Ended up drinking "Caramello". From wednesday I have decided to cook my own food 3 times a day.(this is tuesday and there is no way i can cook wit out a burner and gas :( )

2days I am eating sick food. I miss home food. And yeah I hate the Food Court food.

Friends Unplugged

Last night I had like 5 chat windows opened after a long time. I realised who my good and trusty friends were :) what can I say?? I felt really happy with their words. None of them interlinked with each other. All 5 of them dont know each other but their common factor is ME! All 5 of them managed to make me feel happy. Just felt like having a blog dedicated to them.

If someone who was friend of mine and is not a friend of mine now is sure missing something in the person's life. Besides family I have been living for friends not expecting anything. But they have treated me so nice. Thank you people.

Deepti :)

Orkuticide

Deleting an account with orkut was more like commiting a suicide. A suicide note along sending it to all the friends. A depression note to a close friend. Was funny. But deleting the account sure was such fun to me??? I was crying out here literally before I cliked the Ok button for deleting my profile. I can any time get back to Orkut but that is not what i wanted. 2 years in Orkut never did ever give me happyness but just pain and more pain. Why shoud I get along with something that gives me pain alone? Such memories I had in orkut... Awwww... SIGH!!!

Anyhow, Nothing is permanent in life. I seriously have no idea why i felt so very depressed and my impulsiveness got over me and I deleted it in 5minutes yes with the suicide note! Oops the Orkuticide note. life has so many other stuff to cry on rather than deleting a simple account which can be recreated any time. But the fact is "The Account" had so many fans and so many testimonials. I dint even bother to save one. Bad on my part totally bad on my part.

I have so much stuff to write but then I guess its time I restart my Diary writing tonight. Its been very long i wrote something in it. Since this seems to be an open space I absolutely restrict my Scribblings and Cribbings. I cant stop cribbing is what i conclude in this small Blog

The art of living SINGLE

I had to start pretty early from office knowing there is going to be no power at home at 7.30pm. Friday night it is I reach home by 8 and there is power ;-) Wondering what to cook for dinner I switch on the TV and the DVD player and start watching the 6th Season of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. It turns out to be 8.30 and my stomach starts to grumble; so I laze into the kitchen and start making the "Semiya Uppuma" and by 9pm my Uppuma is ready(Cooking talking to one of the friends who cared to call me after a long time!).
So by now 1 of the 5 other room mates of mine come in. She is as usual on her phone when she enters. 2 minutes later the next one, enters talking on her mobile. I finish off my dinner watching the 3rd episode for the night. It is 9.30pm the next roomie enters yet again talking on her mobile. All of them engrossed in their mobile conversation, I watch the last episode for the day adn when it turns 9.55pm one of them notices me and asks to switch to PIX where there is this movie "Basic Instincts".
10.15pm I was surprised to see all the 3 girls sitting with me and watching the movie!! 10.30pm one of them gets a call so she rushes out. 10.45 the next call and 1 more vanishes??? No she lies beside me and talk over again. and finally at 11pm the last remaning gets a call. Owing to the over-night timing she decides to stay beside me and talk. I watched the movie beside two people talking to their Boy-Firends. Somehow i managed to not overhear them and thankfully was engrossed in figuring out who the Killer is! 11.45pm the one who went out to talk comes in with wet-eyes. She falls in the bed and doze off! The one in my right also starts to doze off. The last one finally decided to stop talking and when the movie got over everyone was asleep and i opened the door for my last roomie to come in after work.
Thankfully one of the roomie was not in town! Obviously I live among girls who are engaged to someone. I find all girls around me totally "Not Single". I am Single and proud to be one! :-D I keep telling them I am still in the verge of finding "My kind of guy" as in Minnale " my kinda girl subbini " :-P

Half Baked Stuff....

I am just having a nice weekend. Nothing productive other than washing 4 sets of clothes. I am using this Lenovo Laptop of my cousin. A wonderful invention I can say. Yesterday happened to meet couple of relatives after a long time. Had a nice time listening to them talk and I doing the old part of family ritual giving a massage in the head. Last night when I along with athai were chating with the cousin, I happened to hear this term "Tanjavur Vaai chavadal". He had put this in a decent simpler manner that the people talk with just a little knowledge and project themselves as doctorates in the subject. I and athai had to argue not to generalise evrey Tanjorian to possess the habit. In the process I could atleast get this point only pure Tanjorians (people born and brought up in Tanjore Dist) are capable of this trait and the mud-bloods or the people who have roots at Tanjore but were raised elsewhere need not necessarily posses the trait. "Exceptions" were also discussed. So what does this mean to me now?? Nothing just that we had to wait for the clothes in the washing machine to spin dry and finally I and Athai dry them out at mid-night. End result I had to save my own skin to disprove I dont possess the quality inspite of being a Tanjorian. People indeed are not very happy with the Tanjore Iyers. Off late I feel bad projecting myself as an Iyer and even more as "Tanjore Iyer". Nothing that i feel bad about it just that i dont want people to presume I being clanish. :-)

Women's day!!!

Back to square one. Women's day was celebrated here at a Project level thing. It was supposed to be fun. And fun meant to humiliate women. The guy who conducted was my batchmate and few more guys. There were couple of rounds conducted. 1 was the quiz round. what did it contain??? it was about cooking, aishwarya rai, miss worlds and miss universes.... So does this mean women are capable of only this. I wanted to ask the guy what the hell were we doing in the office. I can pretty well forsee the answer when I am to ask him this question at the Batch-Lunch: "This was meant to be fun and no harm intended". The other rounds were of marking bindhi on Pameala's Forehead! (Sickest thing to do!) The ramp walk???? Craziest thing i can say!!! Now I cant come to a conclusion that men all think alike "Women are dumb". I can just imagine now men asking me "so what do you expect to do on a Women's day?" I just dont get the point here. Its just a day celebrated same as "Valentine's day" and so many other days. May be something revolutionary can be done other than fun. Get-together and let men know how bad women feel when they behave cheap (not always though). About eve-teasing and better stuff to do other than humiliating women around in the name of fun. This is written on a lighter note i can say ;-)

Wish men could evolve better and start considering women in a better sense other than Cooking machine and a Cinema-freak!

My space

Off late I have become very fond of writing(since monday!) Why??? well I just wanted to have a track of myself and things happening around me. I have started to have heavy memory loss. And on top of all my work-pressure has forced me to not stop and think of what i was and what i was doing? High time i started blogging. maybe daily a few lines when i end the day should do!

Its 11.50 and I am blogging!! Last month this time i was totally showered with work but now i feel relatively free. Today is women's day and i had wishes from everyone here at the workplace. Fine not bad. I was also given such great welcome when people saw me in a saree. Good people know how to appreciate. But seriously i dont feel comfortable in a saree. Maybe thats because I am not used to it. This is what I have been excusing everytime I tie a saree. My aim for the day is not to use the Spare salwar i have got to the office. :P Afterall the efforts put in tying the saree and grooming myself should be well rewarded.

My Saree is kind of unique here as this is simple and elegant ( I can be proud of you mom!) All the other sarees here are of course with some work done on it. Mine is simple but good. Proffesional i can say and not "Party Wear" types. Other than this I have no work today. Seriously i wish i could go and ask for some work but just that i have decided to remain passive for the day. Afterall its " Womens' " day. That doesnt make me believe in the concept but i can say its just an excuse to celebrate the "Womenhood"!!