tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245060672012-01-16T15:07:32.220+05:3030-minute-creative-getaways on busy days :)Sooryahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17958549072864575029noreply@blogger.comBlogger1151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24506067.post-1322014029844325752011-12-30T10:01:00.003+05:302011-12-30T10:11:17.140+05:30

Yesterday our Swift got its last service done before it will be put for sale. While S was on his way to pick it up from the service station I couldn't fight back tears thinking how, one day, in very near future, I would have to stand at our basement watching somebody drive it away, never to see it again. Probably I'd break down.Well, for most of the 4 years that the swift was ours, I have hardly

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I hate to see the stats, but yeah, they are there to speak the truth - 7 posts so far in year 2011 and this is the last one. Bloggie Dear, I am just too embarrassed to say sorry again! May be I have lost interest to write long posts! And that is why I come once in a while and scribble two lines, conveniently tagging it as 55-fiction (or sometimes even less) and leave 55-fiction cross and

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Boy : I love you*Girl : I love you too***Conditions Apply** Limited period offer~

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They say that any stone you throw in Bengaluru will invariably land on an IT professional's head. I say any stone a Mallu(1) throws in Bengaluru will invariably land on another Mallu's head. Putting two and two together, lets all say that there is a ver huge probability of you listening to a "Poda #$%#%. Ninde okke appanu kallu perukkal aano da pani(2)" when you throw a stone in Bengaluru.And so

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She chewed the pop corns slower than before. She sat motionless; her gaze steadily fixed on the TV, almost forgetting about the caramel flavor soaking in her mouth. He looked up from the book he was reading for a split second and exclaimed "Oh this one! Where Bruce Willis is a ghost?" and walked out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Loosely based on a real life incident; thanks to my

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Disclaimer: No, this is not a review. I can't dare to write a review on a movie when I didn't understand half the dialogues!After a week of initiating the Lets-watch-Urumi-today mail thread among the OPT-ians, Sand and me decided to go on our own when skpan gave the great news that most of the people in the group watched it already!So yesterday we set out to Innovative multiplex after dinner for

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Will I see the light of the day? or will I be saved for another day?or will you trash me without a delay?Will I be read?Will I be loved?and will I be shared? Will I be commented on?Or Will I be left to move on? But don't I deserve to be smiled upon? Will you laugh?Or will you be rough?Is that coz you are too tough?Will I be waited for?Day after day for more?Or will you see me as a bore?Am

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Long long ago, when Bollywood was singing all about dil, jigar, pyar, deewana and mastana again and again, the 7 year old me used to swoon at Aamir Khan's boyish charms in QSQT. He was the cutest I thought. Soon enough Salman Khan and Bhagyashree did all those Friend-cap and Kabootar things and I was again floored by this guy's eyes. The Khans kept me glued to bollywood for a very long time

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I'm back! I agree it was an unreasonably long hiatus and even the customary new year post was missing. I blame it alllll on motivation - err the lack of :-) What a relief! ;-)There has been no one-great-change that has affected the attention on Doodles. It was just a culmination of zero motivation, lack of enthusiasm and my good old laziness which got the better of me. The handful of visitors

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So it is December already! Some call it the month for retrospection where we look back with pride and see our achievements written in gold while many others feel December is the excuse God created to forgive ourselves for everything that we couldn't pull this year. December is the corner; we make the turn and it is a new beginning, all over again!A new beginning signifies changes. And inevitably,

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Hurriedly, she locked her boards and cables in her draw and walked out of the door wrapping her shawl around. As she signed at the security gates she glanced at her watch. 11:30 PM. The December night was chilly. She walked towards her cab clutching her shawl closer to her body.The driver was not seen anywhere. She opened the rear door and waited inside. Her mobile in her hand lit up followed by

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If somebody collects all the comments people received on their photographs posted on different social networking sites, there is a very high possibility that they would all fall into any one of the below mentioned categories.The made-for-each-other-comment : OK, Now this one will make 50% of all the comments. Any picture which has a guy and girl and nobody else in it will definitely fetch any of

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Walking back home: Less than 10 years ago walking back from college was the most hated thing. I was always the 'autorikshaw person'! Walking back home then meant aching legs, sweat, the evening traffic, the swarm of people rushing back home, the buses almost brushing your sides and as if they were not enough, heavy bags and lab records in hand, at times the mini drafter as well. And today, the

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Here are two quick stories; lest I feel guilty about ignoring this space!Both stories revolve around the same solitary diamond pendant. No wonder he got terrified when I sent it to him for a first read. He wrote back "Is this some kind of a hint???" :-)Disclaimer : I don't want one. Don't you worry!So here goes..Women Empowerment"Surprise!"He opened the blue box, and there it was, the sparkling

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vsEd 07 April, 2010 : Realized I had forgotten to add 2 important words to the first word cloud. "Thenga kola" and "Maanga tholi" in BIG fonts.

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We like rainbows to be VIBGYOR.We like trees to be green.We like chocolates to be brown (at times white)We like the denims to be blue.And laptops or phones to be black/grey/similar shade.So do you. Can't understand why they make a PINK version of every gadget and claim its for us!!!!

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Trring Trrring.Me : "Hello?"Caller : "Am I speaking to Ms Priya Mahadevan*?"Me : "Yes, speaking."C : "Ma'am am Shilpa* calling from Vodafone. This is a confirmation call. Ma'am, can I confirm a few things with you please?"Me : "Yes.. please."C : "Ma'am, is your name Priya Mahadevan*?"Me : "Yes." (Huh? I thought you checked that after I said hello!)C : "And your e-mail id is mailto:priya.mahadevan

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Those 3 words sum up my days pretty well. In fact, I realized, I don't have anything to write after I wrote the heading! We took a break and flew to Thai land for 5 days. Considering the fact that my leaves were tentative even on the eve of the weekend, it was a miracle that it did happen! And more importantly, am glad that it did. Thailand was chosen because it promised to fit snugly into our

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Chetan Bhagat's fourth book '2 States, the story of my marriage' comes about a year and half after his third book 'The 3 Mistakes of My Life' and is no less enjoyable than his first best-seller 'Five Point Someone - What not to do at IIT'.'2 States, the story of my marriage' is claimed to be inspired by the author's own love-story. The plot revolves around Krish Malhotra, a Punjabi brought-up in

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I stood near the door of this boutique all day long, as if waiting for someone.Dressed in a denim jeans and white tank top, I could give many a ramp-model a run for her money. My golden locks fell all around my shoulders with its dark streaks glinting in the rays of the morning sun. My stilettos added another 4 inch to an already tall figure. I wore a jazzy belt to accentuate my size-zero waist.

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I yearn so much for you that it makes me go red with embarrasment.Everyday I shamelessly look forward to the day I will meet you again.The thought of having you for a full day, dawn to midnight, after a lonely week sends me so giddy that all other thoughts look petty and are forced to make way for you.And when you do walk in, the music in me reaches a crescendo, deafening my senses.Oh Friday,

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Most of my pet-jars in the kitchen seem to have one or the other kind of dal. Some white, some round, some cut, some yellow, some small, some large. I don't have a clue what half of them are. Thanks to this great fact that you can't substitute one type of dal for another in any Indian dish, I ended up with all these varities. And with each visit of parents, one more new type gets included!This

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I can't be sure if this is an exclusively-mallu phenomenon but many Keralite would have come across such things at some point of their life.Weddings, for the parents of Mallu grooms and brides, is a litmus test of their social-skills.Most often, they go much beyond litmus test and turn out to be a memory test, public speaking test,vocabulary test, writing skill test, management skill test and not

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Some more 55-stuffs :) Goodbye HomeMother thinks I am growing too big for my house and I should leave home now.I think its not fair!I am pushed out of my home. I can't fight back the force.Flashes of light. Ouch, it hurts!I cry my lungs out.Somebody looks at me and shouts "Its a baby boy!"SMS BirthdayBeep Beep. 1 new SMS. "Honey, I am caught in something important here! I shall reach late from

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She : "How is this blue one?"He : "WOW!"2 minutes later.She : "Is this red one fine?"He : "WOW!"2 minutes later.She : "And this white one?"He : "WOW!"2 minutes later. She : "So which one do I buy?"He : "I dunno. All of them looked great on you!"30 minutes later.She : "So which one do I buy? Red one?"He : "I dunno. All of them looked great on you!"30 minutes later...She : "So which one do I buy?

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Reading this was a pleasure which made me go deeper into this and here is the little wonder that the inspiration did to me:******************************************************************She was reading a book. I caught her glance and smiled.She smiled shyly and went back to reading.I sat next to her on the bench in the park.She moved closer.Till our hands touched. It rained.I walked away. So

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Exhausted, I lugged myself home. It was Friday. I wasn't excited about spending the weekend alone. With him out of town, it made no sense to celebrate it on your own! I turned the key to unlock the door of my apartment. The key clicked. It made a loud noise in the silence of the night. Inside, I switched on the living room lights. The clock struck ten, making me jump. And the silence returned.It

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This is a quickie. I was on my way back home in the 8:00 PM can after work. A girl and a guy sat opposite to me, seemingly new joinees in the company.She wanted to go to Kagadaspura and had boarded our bus thinking that would take her somewhere close to her destination. Nopes, the bus was heading to BTM and I don't know if she realised that Kagadaspura was hardly 2 km from office, but in the

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My classmate in college said his office was moving to the same building as my office and we were discussing about catching up after such a long time (well, let's ignore the fact that he was just a few buildings away for many months now and the "catching up" has never bothered to happen even then!!) Aah.. so while on the topic he joked(I hope it was!) that I could bring him packed lunches from

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There goes another Chocolate Fantasy..and the last spoon of ice cream melted to take the shape of the plate.. like it had done for the last 55 weeks. This week is no different.She saw his gaze fall on her and their gazes met for a brief second, before she looked at her watch again, for the 50th time in the last 45 minutes.He took her hand in his. She dared not look up to meet his gaze... she

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Dear auto-driver, I decided to write this as an open letter on my blog after I got terrified at the thought of you writing about the incident on yours!! This is the same girl who you had dropped from the Tech Park to HAL bus stop for Rs 40 at 9:00 on 8th April. Aah... I can read from your face that you remember me! How can you not! I know you are laughing now! Never mind! Now I think I

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Got tagged by Ammu.Kept pushing it off because I had this feeling that I would stop it at 10, max 11 :) Andworse still, my readers would stop it at 2!But then, I get this feeling that I shouldn't post anything else when I have a "tag-debt".So here we go, 25 stuffs about me..(Zzzzz??? Hey there, wake up!)I ..Discovered that I can be extremely-patient or extremely impatient. Extremely-patient with

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Have been dreaming of a holiday since last week.Am tired of seeing purvas, shobhas and rohans standing brushing one another's shoulder, looking gray and dull, with hundreds of match-boxes style houses...Take me,Where the grass is still green & moist with dew...Where the roads don't lead to junction with signals..Where the end of the rainbow is visibleWhere the spring is a celebration.Where shady

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Gentle pushby loving hands.Rhythmic nudgeby docile waters.Shining sunto keep it company.Set sailcarefree.And thenWind blew.Rains lashed.Currents swept.Caught unawareby God's ragethe wet paper boatfought all night.And its no more.Thats right. For, have you ever heardpaper boats getting lucky?

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Aha! I caught your attention :) OK, there is no movie by that name (yet!) and I only wish he made an attempt at this one. I can guarantee that it is going to break all box office records till date and will run in packed halls for more days than witnessed by sholay and ddlj. For a person who makes umpteen "realistic" movies, a request like this from an innocent software engineer would ideally be a

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The way I missed a stepslipped and fellwhile I walked up the stairstoo busy texting on my cellThe way today's lunch tastedwith potatoes uncookedAnd how we had to wait for all the tables were bookedThe way I caughtmy cubicle mate dozing offfacing the screen saverhis monitor had switched offI told you all thisAnd as alwaysyou didn't respond.Coz those were your ways.And then I saw your green button

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Today I pay due respect to the omnipresent curly substance of our everyday life which comes in a bright yellow pack and which when added in boiling water and cooked for 2 minutes yields hot and nice-smelling dish called... yes, you guessed it right, Maggi Noodles:)The popularity of the dish is obvious by the nature in which it finds its acceptance among all age groups in India. To think of it

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Matters of the heart is facing a setback, and for all those who care, those impromptu gifts might show up late this year or probably early next year. For now, its the age-old tried-and-tested love statements that might do the job :)Here goes, a bunch a roses and a heart felt wish. "Happy Anniversary! You make a great hubby! I love you!!" :)

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I am smitten by a new hobby. Gardening. Two pretty white flowers bloomed in the balcony of the apartment opposite ours. Like all other infatuations of a woman, this also was triggered by a "neighbour's-envy-owner's-pride" case. I don't know anything about rearing a plant, but I wanted a plant as well, at any cost!!!!From the time I remember, I have never been too involved in making a garden. One

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I look at myself in the mirrorAnd I tug at my cut maneShouldn't have done it so shortAnd you stroke them and say"I told you so"I try to fix my broken dollglue smeared all aroundOops, my fingers are gluedAnd you look at them and say"I told you so"The brand new pink teeslay untouched thereIt makes me look so shortAnd you smile and say"I told you so"I toast the breadA little more than usualBurnt

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Saw it on a mailing list today. I fell off my chair reading, re-reading, re-re-reading :)))Three cheers to 'Indian English' :D

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Tagged by Gasper !In fact, I thought I would do only a portion of the tag, The yesterday, Part A alone and make it into a post. But then I decided to play fair and take up the entire thing :) But I will definitely add a new post just for that section in my next post :) The tag:Two questions in each category answer them and then tag your friends from the blog-o-sphere. (Simple enough right?)Leave

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Disclaimers : It goes without saying that in a narration so close to real-life as this all characters are fictitious :) Any and every resemblance of the characters to your NRI neighbour is purely coincidental. Now that I am safe, let me start the narration..Our auto roared its way on the stony road throwing us left and right, as if in a ketchup bottle! We hung on to dear lives until we saw the

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If you are a huge fan of chai-biskut, then you should be trying the bru-kaapi-marie-biscuit also!! Am sure you would love it! Imagine this... You tear open a pack of Britannia Marie and find that its the best pack you have ever laid your hands on. The biscuits are perfectly aligned and held tight against the cover. You notice that the vulnerably delicate edges of the biscuits are still intact and

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I flicked this from Aish's blog, which she flicked from another blog :) And the rules go thus.. Rules:1. Put your MP3 player/Media player on shuffle2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. Start playing!!!IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY?" YOU SAY?Neelay Neelay ambar par chand jab aaye. WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR

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Of late, I have been trying my bestest of my best to speak one line of proper kannada. It was quite embarrassing to admit that three years of staying in Bangalore hasn't brought me any closer to the language and my Kannada vocab was still constant with 1 word - the ubiquitous "maadi". And to rub salt to the wounds, hubby dear has this penchant for showing off his 3-month-classroom -educated-80%-

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Am not feeling well today. I have a runny nose, fever and an aching body to give company all day long. The dull aches that sinusitis gives my face only adds to my misery. Took an off from work today lest the AC worsens my situation.Catching a cold means the end of the world for me. I become as irritating as a 5 yr old refusing to go to school. Having hubby also not around makes you feel all the

Sooryahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17958549072864575029noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24506067.post-85014094109556773852008-08-17T22:27:00.003+05:302008-10-29T15:08:36.306+05:30

This is the 2nd consecutive one on tags, but I couldn't just helping picking this tag form another blog :) And this one is easy!All I had to do was1. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.2. Using only the first page, pick an image.3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.And the Questions and my answers to them are : 1. What is your

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Am Tagged by SilenceKilled!!! Here goes my confessions.. :( 8 Things I’m passionate about:- My views, my freedom- Love, smile and fun- Safety of Loved-ones- Home sweet home- Weeekends!! - My cook-book!- My job :D - Holidaying8 Things I want to do before I die:- Bungee jump!- Make people smile- Proudly own and drive a BIG SUV :) - Travel Europe :)- Live life without regrets - Punch on the face of

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"Jews Street", said the white letters on the bright green board. I read it aloud in my mind again and again.. there was a rustic charm in even the name, I thought.Probably I must have stood there and mused for a few abnormally long minutes, for I had to run to catch up with the others who had already walked a few feet ahead by now. Tip-toeing on the wet pavement with quick short steps lest I wet

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Right through my school days, the Annual Day was probably the day I always looked forward to the most, year after year!Was it the excitement of performing on the stage, in front of beaming parents, or the anxious wait to get your prize for co-curricular activities(CCA), or the thrill of bunking class for practice... I know not what, but I always had a hard time sleeping on the eve of the D-day,

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One linker error is no better than 3 page-full of linker errors. In fact, it could be worse. You are very likely to spend 30 mins solving 3 page full of linker errors whereas you would realise you have been staring this lone stubborn linker error for almost a week now and it has not progressed an inch from where it is now.For the whole of that week you would be seen talking about nothing but that

Sooryahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17958549072864575029noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24506067.post-27673203636148524992008-05-15T21:16:00.013+05:302008-12-12T02:28:21.182+05:30

1) Mr/Ms Really Intelligent : People who can speak in depth about not-so-common topics in so simple a words yet with so much of clarity that they can leave me open-mouthed! I have felt that to me intelligence is more than saying "yeah, i know it and i can explain if u want". It lies in HOW you explain.Came to think of it, this was a question during an interview in Google.- Explain a database in

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I was awake for another 2 hours after the movie ended even though it was around 1 am. It had surely left a bad taste.Well, it was neither any of those scary movies having disturbingly long spells of silence, when you know that any moment something can make you scream (remember Psycho series!) nor was it any kind of movie which disturbed you so much with its theme/story line that it keeps coming

Sooryahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17958549072864575029noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24506067.post-36655218016745254672008-04-29T09:16:00.005+05:302008-12-12T02:28:21.377+05:30

Dear readers,Am kind of running out of topics lately...so can you think up of something nice that I can write about ? :) Best topic will be awarded a blog post ;-) and a heart-felt "thank you" :DAt rat and co, topics that are comprehensible are preferred. Topics like "afghanistanum uzhunnu vadayum" will be automatically rejected!Cya!

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Are you knitting your eye-brows at the thought? Or are you smiling end to end? Probably it wouldn't figure in the heavily revised Girl's-best-friend-list, but would unanimously be voted to occupy that special place in her heart.And guys grrrrrooooaaannnn at the thought. Some (read it as Most) guys think its "too-girlie", "too-baby-ish" and a lot of other-ish for a twenty-something girl to be

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Hoping we would have another wonderful year ahead. Thank you God, for all those wonderful years in the past. Today is a working day, as always.

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Tagged by Geo, here we go! 1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER: Race, at Innovative Multiplex. It started off in a jazzy ranch with horses and what not...and the story twisted and turned every second with all the characters plotting against each other until you start feeling a throbbing pain around the nape of your neck and in the end leaves you with just one question "So where are all the horses!

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Who was that moron who got this idea to develop the ever-hated Progress Bar thingie??? Probably developed with all the good intentions in the world, he would never in his wildest dream have thought that people would howl and scream, tear their hair apart watching it grow in a snail's pace.How many times have you tried to pull those green boxes in a failed attempt to drag it to 100%!How many times

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Those letters make it sound irresistible, especially when it appears on a chat window at office at around 3:30 PM, while you are fighting hard to keep your eye lids from dropping and you keep cursing the person who created that PDF document which you are trying to finish! All this while you had been scrolling up and down the document, minimizing the screen, taking a look at your To Do note, then

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I know am treading upon a topic which has never seen light beyond controversies, and on a blog like mine where the stuffs that I talk of are so subtle and 'non-taboo' such a topic is the last thing one should think about writing! But at times, the things that you read or certain people whom you interact with forces you to delve upon such thoughts. And added to it the idle-time you get in the

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Take any culinary book, am sure these lines would never be missed. Its there all over like a punchline! Talking about recipe books, writing it is as much as an art as is cooking itself! You need to choose words with utmost care so that it tempts the reader to try it. Once the reader runs through all the ingredients required and is satisfied that (s)he has all the stuffs ready she is automatically

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I wasn't believing myself when I saw myself type on a chat window "Yaar,go for santro, it perfectly suits your budget and is a really good value-for-money car. If in case you can stretch a little, try Swift." and the guy (ok, mark this word, its a GUY !!) at the other end asks "What about i10? Hows the performance? " and I type without thinking twice "i10 is very good, but then don't you think

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1) People being so vain enough to put their own pic as wallie in their cell phones. 2) Showing that you are totally jobless by converting orkut scraps to a chat service!3) Anonymous friend requests on orkut with the profile being a member of atleast 25 porn communities.4) Speaking on your mobile and driving.. 5) The newly-sprung-retail-chain-supermarkets where every vegetable has to be wrapped in

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One can't but wonder the significance of those yellow sticky notes these days that you tend to stick in your cubicles, at home, in your kitchen..The moment you have written down every single thing nagging you into those 2" X 2" bit of paper you feel a sense of relief flooding in, something akin to the feeling you get after 2 hours of pouring out all your worries over the phone with your

Sooryahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17958549072864575029noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24506067.post-42366993425975360152007-11-29T18:01:00.000+05:302008-10-29T15:32:12.710+05:30

Took this quiz recently from a friends blog and this is how somebody rated my life !! Am not sure if this is right and am even not sure whether I liked the results :-)Anyways... here they are...This Is My Life, RatedLife: 8.1Mind: 7.2Body: 7.7Spirit: 7.2Friends/Family: 6Love: 9.1Finance: 8.4Take the Rate My Life Quiz

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The subject line calls for a blog in itself but lets stack it away for another day and yes,I promise I will pop it one day for a novel post. But today, let me show you what I found in The Hindu dt 22nd Nov,2007, The Metro Plus. Here it goes ...Games2Win is celebrating the union of two hearts the Indian way. Get hooked and get hitched in “The Great Indian Arranged Marriage” which explores some of

Sooryahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17958549072864575029noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24506067.post-75949840257005954812007-11-15T20:41:00.002+05:302008-12-12T02:28:23.167+05:30

And they were gone...almost 4 or 5 pages , 2 of them completely irrecoverable. Through the thick film of tears in my eyes, I looked at them as I traced the fonts gel into one another and smearing the entire page with a light shade of pink. The pages were soggy wet and smelling like a buttermilk factory!In a hopeless attempt to retreive them, I laid the pages carefully beneath the ceiling fan. The

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Wondering what? Well, get married and you would know. I had anticipated a lot of things that I would have to face once I got married but this one somehow managed to creep out of my list!My first hand experience was hardly a few weeks after we got married when I was walking with Sand,hand in hand on the pathway just outside our apartment. On pinkie-frockie 2 yr old kid and her boy friend came

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A sudden urge caused due to a fleeting siesmic wave travelling from one portion of my brain to another,added to it Sand's discouraging comment "innu venda...pinne oru day ezhuthikko", am here typing away like crazy!! But still I have not decided what to write on and all I know is that I should blog today! Sounds crazy ? I know and I have noticed, the worst of the worst blogs are created when you

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This is the story I wrote for the short story contest in office today.. and coincidently it happens to be the first story I have penned in my life :-)Little Neha never liked Mondays. She wondered why God had made a day thats not liked by just about anybody she has met in life.Mondays always seemed longer than any other day. Not just longer, they felt depressingly darker somehow.Mondays usually

Sooryahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17958549072864575029noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24506067.post-26445124512547081782007-08-05T17:41:00.001+05:302008-10-29T15:53:22.728+05:30

Thanks to orkut, we have few new words to add to the dictionary. A friend of mine has made a remark on the word "scraps" but more than anything, I think its the word "orkut Photo" thats catching up fast in people's lingo..Lets try examining what type of word it is..Of course,its more of an adjective to the word photo.. "Da,pls take an orkut photo of mine .." which means it should be good enough

Sooryahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17958549072864575029noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24506067.post-34962617116424875562007-07-16T22:38:00.000+05:302008-12-12T02:28:23.791+05:30

No comments this time. The pic says it all..

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If nothing makes sense...read this first.. and this.. and then the following.. Huh??? Call it 'Italian Makeover' or 'Getting Duped at the cost of 75 lakhs' whatever!!!!!Italian Hobs and chimneys could be something great..but not when manufactured locally... !!! An Italian price tag is not what we mean by Italian, dude!

Sooryahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17958549072864575029noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24506067.post-36496798330359255082007-06-23T23:32:00.000+05:302008-12-12T02:28:24.125+05:30

I spoke of the Italian thingie yesterday and see what I chanced upon today at Cosmos Mall .... Am now on a look out for more such crappy ads...so keep watching this space for more updates..How Italian (and designer for that matter!) can a simple dessert get??????????? Hello....we are not so dumb!!!!

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From flooring tiles to electric chimneys to kitchen hobs to modular kitchens,these days its Italian all the way!! The reason the vendors give for quoting such an unearthly flabberghasting prices for commodities that are from never-before-heard-brands are that "They are Italian ma'am" (as though that gives any reason for you to pay more for something that a trusted indian brand can give for one

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1) Before you start off anything,DO NOT check if you have all the ingredients. If you do so,believe me, you will not only end up having cooked nothing but also doubly hungry than what you were 2 hrs ago.2) As a corollary to the above, it is a fact that you are never in posession of all the ingredients mentioned in the recipe. And DON'T even try to fetch them from somewhere!Its a waste of time!

Sooryahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17958549072864575029noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24506067.post-65269984336251177112007-05-24T10:00:00.001+05:302008-10-29T15:48:49.356+05:30

Mom was quite shaken when she discovered that she had one of the most deadliest "PJ sense" ..I think it was around the time when my bro was in college... He called it a kind of "parallel thinking". Am strictly prohibited from listing down any of her PJ's on my blog (In fact,she doesn't even want me to tell it to my frnds coz she thinks its awkward for moms to crack PJs!!) Yesterday, in between

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The skies are cloudy today and it looks like we will have a downpour here tonight.. At last!! Today's post might look very silly and 6-yr-oldish but can't help it..am in such a dunno-wat-to-do-so-bored mood!So here we go...I love it when it rains coz..-> I love watching the dark clouds covering up the skies ready to burst any moment. And that moment when the first big drop of rain splatters on my

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The conversation was turning very interesting one day...Sand and I were discussing about childhood days and the topic carelessly swirled to our dads.. And it didn't take long for us to keep exclaiming "hey, my dad used to say/do the SAME THING when we were kids" after every new point we discussed abt our dads... Surprisingly,the points we noted were in no way helpful to conclude that all daddies

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I got this mail from a friend which went on to say that Men have finally won over women and that there is a proof..I thought it must be yet another mail thread where in the whole of the women clan is made to look like a world of blondes ! (Now, I don't have anything against the blondes... I want no controversies here!! Its just that "blondes" have almost become synonymous to ..err..well..."

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Am back! After a long period of absence from (b)logam, I thought I needed a break from the busy life I was living! The last note of indication that I was alive happened on Dec 19th..after that life was whroooooommmm!!!! On Jan 21st, I got married to my best(est) friend, we moved to our new home on Jan 30th, honeymooned in Goa,Delhi and Manali and got back after a nice luxuriously pampered holiday

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I am only a week old, a simple colourful image file, created out of the fantasies of a young couple about to be married. It seems my creators did foresee that I will be popular with a lot of people and I would bring a smile to many a face during moments of boredom in between coding and compiling, even though I didn't have to serve them the purpose for which I was created. And well, I proved to be

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Most of my posts on this blog have been reminiscences of my childhood. And it goes without saying that my friends in school, without their knowledge, played a role in making me the person I am. Infact , there might not be anything significant looking at it in a glance, but from a closer perspective, you realise how much those small changes they made out of you are still carried along in your

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Its been a very long time since I used this space and I feel so sick thinking about it.. So today,being in a very carefree mood and more importantly, with no work to keep me from whiling away time, I thought i will use it to declare something important in here.Rather than write about something, I thought I can write about someone today : Me :-) and whats going on in my life these days! Btw

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" The Complete Man " Howzzat?? That's from Sand's shirt !!" Ma'am's name in bold " :-)Guess what that is... its my key chain with my name on it. And its placed on his denims ..Cool effect na?" Time and tide waits for none "Sand's watch :-))" Smoking is injurious to health "Naah,my guy doesn't smoke ;-) This cigarette butt was the first thing that caught our eyes when we were hunting for our prey

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ഇതു നോക്കൂ.. ഞാന്‍ മലയാളത്തില്‍ എഴുതുവാ.. ഹാഹാ ..കൊല്ലാല്ലോ വിടെോന്‍.. കൂടുതല്‍ എഴുതിവളുപ്പാക്കുന്നില്ലാട്ടോ ..പോട്ടെ.. അല്‍പ്പം പണി ചെയ്യട്ടെ ..പിന്നെ കാണാം ട്ടോ ..

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The other day I watched "United 93" with friends.Needless to say,it was a nice movie.Theme was excellent,casting was well done since none of the actors were "heros" , they were just actors and a movie like "United 93" needed exactly that - pure actors. It was fast paced,the kind of movie you would readily tag as "on-the-edge-of-the-seat"-er.I found this one particular scene in the movie really

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I hate this Ctrl-C Ctrl-V strategy,atleast in my blog! But for once, I couldn't resist doing it :-)This poem is so funny! He didn't like the curry And he didn't like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard... Not like his mother used to make.

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Thiruvonashamsakal!!!!Its an 'IT' Onam..and a typical one,I must say.--> Though my PG-mates and owner had plans to celebrate Onam and lessen the woes of missing our homes, the plans didn't kick-off all that well due to the time constraints faced by atleast 10-15 BPO/IT employees there. So, going with the trends of the BPO age, we also decided to have a US-time sadya (thats at around 9:30 PM) when

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The strong desire to get back home to be with your family..The beauty of watching the Gods own country in its coyness after a fresh Monsoon shower...The delight of seeing "Athapoo" (flower carpets) artistically displayed in houses..The Mallu damsels getting ready to be in their best kasavu sarees..The delicacies laden plantain leaf ...Uhhmm....The familiar annual Onam-ish itch is back and you

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The brouhaha about Pluto's demotion in the past week has become a cause of worry for school teachers,reports a popular news paper. True,imagine the scene when the kids will shoot all those questions on their poor science teachers!!! Worse still, imagine all the 10 yr olds bringing back their previous year's annual exam papers asking for those extra marks cos now their answer to "There are --

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>Everybody would have had childhood fantasies and crazy thoughts.. Penning them in a blog for the world to see would be the most embarassing thing,but I guess I can dare to do it ;-)Few among the craziest which I remember are..1) I thought that the seats made out of bricks in the railway stations were used to bury people if they died waiting for a train in the railway stations! Still worse,I used

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Tagged by Rat when I was running out of topic for my blog...So lets see how this goes...I am thinking about ---- lots of things actually.. how to get even with Rat for "I"-tagging me, wondering whether to really google out what "tagging " is all about and its origin just to make sure it wasn't invented by YABSE ( yet-another-bored-software engineer) during his working hours .. and right now,

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Sounds too serious ? well..that was my objective indeed. The past few days ( weeks,to be precise) have seen lots of manky posts here in my blog that I badly wanted the eyebrows of my readers to quirk up reading this topic atleast (Oh,she hasmanaged to get hold of some serious stuff at last??).. ! And just in case your eye brows are still in that awkwardly position much above where they were

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I have wondered what is it about the bathrooms that inspire you to howl and crown oneself a "Fantabulous Bathroom Singer" however badly you sing(howl)..If my memory hasn't already begun to falter, I have been an incorrigible bathroom singer right from the days I could manage to utter sounds and so would most of us I guess..What began with "twinkle twinkle little star" gradulally evolved(and is

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Long long ago,so long ago,nobody knows how long ago,there lived a girl,thats you, who was a great follower of Murphy. Especially his law "If anything can go wrong,it will".Mistake #1 : There is this great mail which claims that your MSN inbox will grow astronomically if you follow the steps given. Playing the role of the Good Samaritan,you decide to forward it to your cousin brother Mr.abc d

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Haven't you faced situations in life where you wished you could have rolled on the floor with laughter,but since the butt of the joke is usually somebody much superior to you in the heirarchy,you have had to submerge those giggles and at the same time prevent your face from turning pink in the effort. I remember an incident way back in the first year of my engineering days.All of us were

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Sometimes I have wondered..--> Why everybody looks beautiful when they smile?--> Why everytime you question the existence of God ,He proves his existence makingimpossible things possible?--> Do bed-time stories and lullabies really put one to sleep?--> Why does the phone take such a long time to ring when you are eagerly waiting for it to ring?--> And when it finally does ring, why does it happen

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