Deep Thoughts Unplugged

While My Guitar Gently weeps...

2009-06-21T04:58:00.000-07:00

I am obviously sad my guitar is completely dusty and untouched for the past 6months. I mean I dint bother to touch my guitar even to clean it... It is literally dust covered. With a heavy heart I have offered my guitar to be sold for Rs.2000 to someone in office. I just wish the person wont buy the guitar from me. :(

I just came back from office. I volunteered to work on a Sunday... I know it was foolish of me to have done such a crazy thing. I saw a post in the bulletin board where someone was interested in a second hand guitar. As usual, my "impulse" neuron overtook my "thought process" neuron and forced me to make an offer for my untouched guitar. The destiny of my guitar will not be attained if I have it with me. I think the time has come to release it from my clutches...

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps

Rehna Tu - World Without End

2009-01-31T03:53:00.000-08:00

I was surprised to see my last blog to have dated 2008 June! I was expecting it to be Jan 2008. For quite sometime I decided to stay away from the internet and running away from "Socializing". I have had a wasted 6months time that it was absolute fun :)

Last friday I heard some good music in the 1st cubicle and pinged the good lady to share those songs. I dint even know it was Rahman sir's album until my itunes told me. I just listened to the 1st 2 songs - Arziyan and Bhor Bhaye and concluded the movie had only sufi and Hindustani. Period!

I got a pop up to shut down my pc only then did I realise it was time to leave and had 20minutes to catch my bus. I had 2 mails to be sent to my onsite stating why I spent the whole day in RnD and did not bother to finish the original worth while task. After sending the mails, I was left with 10minutes to copy the songs to my pen drive and catch the bus. Unfortunately I could not find my pen drive and had to decide if I should catch the bus, go home without the songs or stay back an hour more and listen to the remaining songs.

I really dint have any work back home except for reading a book with 1300 pages. I decided to stay back and listen to the remaining songs. Being a Friday evening, there were not many people in the wing. I put on my headphones to continue with the 3rd song - Delhi6. My earlier judgement of the album being very sufi was baffled with Delhi 6 title song. I sat with the task updating the quality centre. I realised i could multi task efficiently with music running through my ears. I could update more than I could without the music. Dil Gira Daftaan and Kala Bandhar moved on. Either I was engrossed with my updation or the songs dint stick in my mind as Delhi6 the first go. Then came masakali and it made me feel elated. My reflex pushed me to check the time. Fortunately it was around 5.45 reminding me I had another solid half an hour for my 6.20 Bus.

Then came my soul filling song - Rehna Tu. 1st time I listened to it "I was just butter in his hands"! 3 times I repeated Rehna Tu!!! Since then I have been listening to the song like n number of times and I stopped having the count. my ipod, my lappy itunes, my office itunes can give me the count 58. Itunes should be wrong as am very much sure I have listened to it atleast 150times in the last 1week. Back in my cubicle, I wanted to copy the songs or rather the song! I suddenly remembered I have a mobile which can be used for music listening purpose and as a mere storage device ;) I never used my mobile for anything apart from texting and calling people. I got the cable out of my cubicle mate's PMU and frantically copied the songs to my mobile. I was expecting it to throw an error for no disk space. Only then I saw the whole folder was 9Mb! The good lady had sent me a compressed version. The time was 6.10. I dint have much time and had to fast shut down the system and run towards my bus. I could not wait 30minutes to get back home to copy the songs and listen to Rehna Tu.

All evening I put the song in Repeat One mode and until it was 12am, the song was repeating with me reading through the huge book. I am still listening to Rehna Tu and typing this blog. I cant say I have no words about the song. It would be useless writing a whole blog without having any words for me on the song.
Everytime I listen to the song I would fantasize some scenario. First, I was thinking about my good friend and her hubby in the song. I dont know why I did that but they always seemed so much in love. Then I was reminded of the Alaipayuthey song "Nagida Nagida". Saturday passed, Sunday and the Monday passed with lot of sequences. Tuesday morning I was waiting for my cubicle mate to come and translate me the urudu song! She was in no mood to translate even a word. I did not leave her easily and offered her something which she could not refuse. (You will never get it out of me!) she translated word by word. After knowing it was indeed a romantic song and all those words running through my mind endlessly, I did not know what to imagine the song sequence to be. SIGH!

I was listening to the song and reading "the huge book" - World Without End. I had to make Caris and Merthin dance to Rehna Tu! Caris and Merthin are the characters from the medival fictious place called Kingsbridge! Merthin is a fine craftsman, Caris is a Wool trader. Caris is a revolutionary women from the year 1337. She wants to have a "live in" relationship with him and not have kids. According to her, marriage will make her a slave to the husband and the kids would only worsen her slavery. She likes Merthin and wants him to be with her but not marry her or have his kids. Maybe this is why men call women highly unreasonable.

So the song Rehna tu running, Merthin is pleading Caris to marry him. The lines go like this:
"Rehna Tu
Hai Jaisa Tu
Dheema Dheema jhonka
Ya phir junoon
Thoda sa resham
Tu humdam
Thoda sa khurdura
Kabhi daud jaye
Ya lad jaye
Ya khushboo se bhara"
She bluntly refuses to marry him but says she loves him and cant marry or fall in love with anyone else other than Merthin. Merthin still pressures her and sings:
"Tu zakham de agar
Marham bhi aakar tu lagaaye"
Caris tries to make Merthin understand her career is at stake if she marries him or have his kid. Merthin continues to sing:
"Zakham mein bhi mujhko pyaar aaye
Dariya o dariya
Doopne de mujhe dariya"
And then the musical goes on further when Merthin holds Caris's hands:
"Haath tham chalna hi
To dono ke daye haath sang kaise
Ek daaya hoga ek baaiya hoga
Tham le haath yeh thaam le
Chalna hai sang tham le"
And if you thought Caris to have molten with these lines and goes shy, you are wrong! She still has not married him yet. let alone say yes to his proposal. I have crossed 600 pages of the 1300 paged book and there is no such sign. I drafted the scenario when I was in page 200.

I finally made a good musical out of the book and Rehna Tu. I call it co-incidence!!!

"God Fearing" factor

2008-06-07T19:45:00.000-07:00

I missed out writing my blog last month yet again. Sometime back I wanted to write, but my laziness overpowered me to even not open my blog.I was going through couple of matrimonial profiles with my sister (for her) and the term "God Fearing" was predominant. It was appearing in almost all profiles. I saw matrimonial ads in the office Bulletin board, surprise I found the term there too. Apart from the terms "Fair", "Beautiful", "Professional Home maker" and "Tall" the phrase "God Fearing" bothered me to write a blog...

As far as I know God Fearing means: fearing god. Why would one be scared of god? Are we not supposed to love him? And later I got an explanation from one of my friends who recently got married for the term. According to her God Fearing means someone who fears god will never do wrong! Now this reminds me of the childhood saying or at least I was warned if I did some mistake, God will pierce my eyes with his fingers. "Umaachi kanna Kuthidum"! How funny... I thought the phrase was only for kids... People have taken it seriously to even put it in their profiles; 20years after they were told about god and fear...

Most of the matrimonial profiles are time pass to read through. I believe in god. I love him for sure and I never can Fear him!All said there are more terms and conditions in various profiles that sounded really ridiculous. Topping them was "God Fearing". God save the God fearing people ;)

P.S. I have revised the blog in order to remove the misconception about I going through Matrimonial Profiles for myself. I am 22 and Not ready to marry. For further reference do read through my blog about marriage and 22 years of age!!

Sense and Sensitivity

2008-04-09T22:01:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I was watching an episode of FRIENDS where Rachel and Ross hire a male nanny. The 3 women are happy to accept a man who is a nanny but the 3 men find it difficult to accept a male nanny. Joey and Ross portray their manliness by commenting about Sandy who is a man and a nanny "That's like a woman wanting to be a...” Ross justifies himself to be sensitive and the male nanny to be too sensitive.

The episode was very funny and I imagined how I would react to a "too sensitive" person. There are rules in life and one such prominent rule, I grew up learning “why men can’t cry” or “why men are not allowed to cry”. Always when a boy cries, he is pacified not to cry because crying makes him a girl and if he doesnt cry he is a man. The opposite of crying is laughing. Both men and women laugh. Why cant men and women cry too? Why is crying gifted to women folk alone? If a person cries the person is branded very sensitive. So in the episode Ross narrates how his father rescues him from becoming one of the very sensitive people like Sandy, the Manny (man nanny is Manny according to Chandler).

I am left here wondering will Rachel have the mind to go out with Sandy. All she could do was hire him as a nanny. If it was me I can sure go out with Ross but Sandy is too much test for my patience. I have come across so many Sandys and have deliberately avoided them.

After giving a serious thought on crying, now I know why men are not allowed to cry. If both men and women cry, then there is no one strong to console the cry baby! So if the woman cries, the man will be trained to be strong and console the woman. Why can’t it be the other way around? Men will cry and the women console the men? Well it is good to write this in a blog. As always some questions are better unanswered. Why are there rules different for men and women? Why the double standards?

Let alone the sense in the above argument running through my mind, I am unable to address the statement which Ross and Joey comment “That's like a woman wanting to be a...” The examples they give to complete the sentence sound hilarious but is sure offensive.

All said I have no idea what to conclude... Life still remains a question mark on LOS (Line of Sensitivity.)

A Release, A Dilemma and A Question Mark - Part IV (VBS - Volunteer Bench Sceme)

2008-02-29T22:33:00.000-08:00

So in the series of my "Bench" marks, here I am in bench again from monday :) I know how I enjoyed my bench life in mysore but I would sure want to see how it is in chennai. So I again struggled for my release with my same old "health issues" ;) I am unwell of the shift. 2-11 might suit others but I am undergoing a lot of stress and strain. I prefer working 8-11 instead :D My dilemma killed me as couple of my colleagues were confusing me about my reputation and visibility in this project. My impulsiveness and dilemma pushed me to a planned release. I got a release after a similar struggle. Now the question mark is what is my next project? And I am back on track this time with my CAT only that I am adding GMAT to it now... I am denined of my rightful promotion because of "Business Requirements" and "Recession". All this clubbing together is again forcing me to really really try hard for my MBA plans...
My guitar is rusted... My french class is still a question mark :(
I am just waiting to move into the city where I can get back on track with both guitar and french!

I can easily be satisfied and feel content. I hate complaining and I always compare myself with someone who has no food for the next meal. I am better off than half the world's population and find myself stupid to crib on trivial problems. No promotion, No sleep, No proper health! All these are teeny tiny problems compared to what most of them around me are undergoing. I am happy not complaining :)

Turning 22 and the Art of STILL Remaining Single!!

2008-01-29T03:41:00.000-08:00

I am turning 22 in another 4 months. Growing old scares me and soon I will be pushed to a situation where I will be made to choose a guy to live with the rest of my life. Only 22years of living in this world has mademy parents to pressure me into this.

22years of living - well that includes 2years of working experience. In the corporate world, 2years of working experience is nothing. This being my case, my close friend calls me up on a early sunday morning to ask me for an opinion and help her out of it. Apparently she has a year less experience in working than me. Now her confusion is to choose between her career which has just started and marrying a guy. She has a deadline by Jan 2009 to get married and if she misses it she gets to renew it only by 2011. Sad right? "Iyer guys" wish they all stay in India. Somehow they manage to get settled or work in a froeign country :( pathetic situation... What will this poor thing do when she is married to the guy who will have to go away from India? With just a bare work experience she cant establish something new outside at the moment...

Why cant she marry at 25? Well the question is a bad one I tell you because men (Iyer men) these days prefer "A professionaly qualified Home Makers". For what joy is left to god! Poor gal toils until 12th to get into an engineering college and again toils to compete in this unfair world with her counterpart and when it comes to her career she is expected to forget it for the sake of "men folk and family" per-se. Back to the confusion in decision making - Career or Marraige? If she misses her marraige now she will be forced to marry someone when she is 25. 25years is the worst time to get married. The gal gets to meet too many men and is very happy with her financial independance. With the clause of matrimonial Home Making, she will be devastated totally. So the end result is her career is at stake either way.

Forgeting all this and god loving her she gets a very understanding guy where she gets to compromise little, I came with 2 suggestions -

1. Marry by Jan 2009, Work hard for a year until Jan 2010 (living apart) and get a very good work where he is which is very much likely to happen. short term living apart, long term happily lived ever after...
2. Make a guy fall in love with you, who understands your need for a career, then marry him as and when you please.

Neither of them was accepted by her and she has now chosen to marry by 25. I then was forced to warn her of the side effects -

1) Her biological clock will start ticking faster when she is 25.
2) Her choice would be limited.
3) She will have to cater to her mother's cribbings which will be much more than what it is now.

Anyhow life is so complicated and a girl is with so much pressure to decide between career and her marraige! I always wondered why men are the bread-winners?? Its her life; her decision. Hope it turns out to be the best for her...

All said and done, I always believe in there is always more than a solution to a given problem ;) Life keeps going on inspite of any number of problem one has till one dies!

Taare Zameen Par

2007-12-22T21:48:00.000-08:00

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!!!

2007-12-01T08:43:00.000-08:00

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

2007-11-13T02:45:00.000-08:00

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

2007-10-04T22:10:00.000-07:00

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....

2007-09-08T00:27:00.000-07:00

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)

2007-08-12T04:28:00.000-07:00

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!)

2007-07-10T19:13:00.000-07:00

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

2007-07-03T21:19:00.000-07:00

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??

2007-06-19T23:12:00.000-07:00

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?

2007-06-05T09:58:00.000-07:00

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

2007-06-02T10:10:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-30T00:26:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-08T20:44:00.000-07:00

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

2007-04-07T02:54:00.000-07:00

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....

2007-03-11T00:54:00.000-08:00

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!!!

2007-03-08T06:03:00.000-08:00

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

2007-03-07T22:17:00.000-08:00

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"!!