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 beyond their expectations of me !!
My creators named me okt-ver2,a humble name sans glamour, though I protested when I saw that my name contained a '-' ! So strange! No means of protest survived and I thought I would have to live my entire life with that name! But now I have lots of nick names, so many that even my creators themselves don't have a clue!
A couple of days after I was born, my creators let me loose into a new world.. it was a puzzling web initially,but later on, with God's blessings, I mastered the skill of wading through it. My creators had sent me to around 50 of their friends and I was to carry out the Mission-Invitation. I did that job wonderfully and everybody who saw me appreciated my work and I even managed to have a reasonably large fan following..(of course, without my creators knowledge! )
Soon, I met more nice people and made lots of new friends , who kept introducing me to atleast another 10 set of people every 5 minutes!!! My friends circle was growing at an alarming geometric progression that my creators started getting aware of my popularity! I was skeptical about how they would react about this unexpected popularity from all the four corners.. but they took it in their stride!
And today, I know not how many mailboxes I live in.. because my creators have lost count of the places I have visited! My creators must be missing me , but little do they know that I have kept coming back to them once in a while , though with a different name each time , to tell them that I am still alive and bringing a smile on more faces as I widen my network of friends...And to think I was created just for a handful of people alone!!!!
People leave behind memories when they die... My turn to leave also will come as soon my mission is done...in a month,to be precise..but am sure people who loved me will have a special place for me somewhere...always... Thank you,its been nice meeting all of you!!
Yours truly, okt-ver2.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
For you, Vaish and Malu..
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 persona. Probably, these small changes are your distinguishing attribute today that people identify you with. This post is a small dedication to all my friends I have had until now to show them how much they have meant to me and specifically targeted at two people in my life for whom the tag "My Best Friends" is only an understatement - Dedicated to Vaish and Malu.
Galz, I know its been a looong time since we cuddled together for a warm chat catching up on the latest of the latest of things under the sun, but those memories still linger fresh in my mind.. Am very very sorry that I am posting our loony-toony thoughts and embarrassingly funny ideas on this blog, but I thought this was the best way to get nostalgic! :-) So start turning pink.... :-))
Remember galz, when somebody asked about our friendship we used to make sure one of us
mentioned this vital stats without fail that "Our friendship,you know, dates back to 1989 !! " and how we loved to watch in eager the expression on the listeners face doing atleast 5 rounds of change from an "hmm" to " ohhh??" to "wow" to "thats cool" to "going green with jealousy" to "ohh,they are so proud" !!! The "going green with jealousy" was our fave among them :-)) Even if this emotion wasn't evident (for the plain reason that it was absent!) we would imagine that everybody would get jealous at that statement!!! lolz..! And remember how the teachers would ask us "Where is the third of the trimurthi?? " when one of us stayed back in class ??
Any idea how many pranks we have played on the poor librarians??? Vaish, I know you might be praying from the bottom of your heart that I shouldn't mention about the embarrassing incident when you placed the Nancy Drew you borrowed from the library on one of the cycles of God-alone-knows-who only to find the cycle missing after we returned..and you lied to T* Sir that you had returned the book to him on Wednesday evening... You sounded so convincing to even Malu and me who knew the truth very well that no wonder T* sir relented in the end and actually said " Oh yes...I rememeber..Vaishnavi,You did return the book on wednesday and I probably didn't update the register" !!! Vaish , you still retain the crown for the Best Liar I have ever met!!!
And remember those after-school Club Activities hours.. when we would wait for that one painfully long hour of painting to get over so that we can run through the dark verandahs in the school playing Hide-n-Seek and Help? And remember how we all used to desert A* in the game by making him the seeker always coz we thought he was too irritating?? And during one of those days the three of us somehow got away from the rest of the kids when we stopped to drink some water and Malu got so drunk (yes guys, Just plain H2O ! ) that she fell on the floor and was later found dancing to a Suneil Shetty number "oh jaaneman " ??
And I think it was during one of those after-school club activities days while we munched away those (banned) yummy paruppuvadas (made out of "unhygienic oil, don't have it children" - or so claimed by A* ma'am ,who nevertheless had 2 of them everyday at sharp 11 AM ) wrapped in newspaper from our very own 5* Manju Tea Stall that we decided we will have a reunion , just the three of us, in the year 2010, on Dec 25th at nowhere but Manju Tea Stall ! What of that galz ?? :D
And how we loved to imitate our teachers... especially the way P* sir said"Portiaaaa ...hmmm..portia ki umar shaayad pachaas teekh rahegi .." and greyed out my hair entirely for the Shakespeare play for the Annual Day despite me screaming in protest .."Sirrr....Portia is married just nowwwwww...She is young!!" And what about those series of humorous characters ,better known in school as Social Science teachers... remember S* ma'am, who at the thought of her upcoming wedding went to a shopping spree, only to buy a hand-bag looking half like a pomeranian pup and half like a snow man , and looking the least like a hand-bag of a school teacher!! I remember Vaish blushing and answering "Sunsilk,ma'am " when she asked her "Which shampoo do you use Vaishnavi ?" !!!! And the way she used to start every History class with her trade marked sentence "Bachon, aaj me tumhe itihaas ek kahani ke roop me sunaathi hoo ..puraaaaaaane kaal me jab bhaarath me aarya log rehthe the tab bharath me chaaaaaaar varg the... brahman,kshatreeya,vaish aur shoodra..isme braahman.. " zzzzzzzzz.... :-)) What about her successor L* ma'am who resembled a horse when she got angry!
Remember those times we got sooooo jealous when MK* ma'am ignored us completely in the English periods and showered all her attention on A* ?? And we vowed we would come up with better ideas for our activities ..much better than A*'s :-) , and we believed (hoped!) secretely she still had a soft corner for us and that she was just not showing it out! It wouldn't be fair on my part to skip a mention about the Hindi classes by S* Sir! I remember how everything would just vapourize away from our heads and we would jsut be blinking away when he asks us a question, his eyes gleaming with terror !!! And remember all those times we ended up writing essays as impositions " only 500 times, before 3 o' clock " even though we knew the answer but had gone into a paralysis when the hand was pointed at us followed by a thundering "You" !!!
Okie, lets not mumble about our teachers now...we did love them a lot for whoever they are ! :-) And galz, I wonder what happened to our "Dead Man's Path" , the banned shortcut to the library where you had to duck your heads as we pass in front of princi's office enroute! Not to mention that deserted machine in the play ground which had enough nooks and hideouts for us to play hide-n-seek ! Of course, I remember that sapling we had all planted together on Vanamahotsava. The mud was so dirty that it was stinking and we were very close to our guess about a toilet being in its vicinity, but after all that effort, I still remember the wide smiles we had on our faces when we watered it! I guess it must have become a tree by now !
Do you remember how we used to read only "fat" books so that we could score atleast 5 point in one go to earn the Reading Habit Award?? Or those moments of Shivaji-Raman-Tagore-Asoka House competitions! Can't forget those Annual Day Drama practices... the secret crushes we have had,followed by the crush-failures(!!).... how we took turns when only 2 were allowed in one bench and one of us had to move out and sit with Ms A*.. how we returned home after a good 8 hours spent talking in school , yet found something new to talk on the phone from five in the evening to seven !! And how my mom scolded me for keeping the phone busy (those days we didn't have that "Press 2" option to keep somebody on hold...all mommy could hear for hours was the familiar bugging beeeeeeeeeeeep beeeeeeeep!!)
Phew!!!! I could go on and on, coz there is still so much unsaid about the absent-minded Malu who used to cry so much initially for every single reason which used to scare us a little...Her eyes would go red and they would well up with tears,big blots streaming down her face while she screamed "I am NOT crying" :-)) (OK,I have to admit that later on she literally stopped crying and even when the whole class cried,she wouldn't and she would look at others with an expression that suggested crying was a sin !!) or the emotional Vaish who sometimes got too emotional that Malu and me were met with a tearful Vaish after our class-play about Brain-Drain in English class! May be a part 2 will follow... !!! Probably more parts!!! :-))) But I guess I should stop here ofr today!! Love you buddies, for all your gimmicks and love!!!! Ciao!
Galz, I know its been a looong time since we cuddled together for a warm chat catching up on the latest of the latest of things under the sun, but those memories still linger fresh in my mind.. Am very very sorry that I am posting our loony-toony thoughts and embarrassingly funny ideas on this blog, but I thought this was the best way to get nostalgic! :-) So start turning pink.... :-))
Remember galz, when somebody asked about our friendship we used to make sure one of us
mentioned this vital stats without fail that "Our friendship,you know, dates back to 1989 !! " and how we loved to watch in eager the expression on the listeners face doing atleast 5 rounds of change from an "hmm" to " ohhh??" to "wow" to "thats cool" to "going green with jealousy" to "ohh,they are so proud" !!! The "going green with jealousy" was our fave among them :-)) Even if this emotion wasn't evident (for the plain reason that it was absent!) we would imagine that everybody would get jealous at that statement!!! lolz..! And remember how the teachers would ask us "Where is the third of the trimurthi?? " when one of us stayed back in class ??
Any idea how many pranks we have played on the poor librarians??? Vaish, I know you might be praying from the bottom of your heart that I shouldn't mention about the embarrassing incident when you placed the Nancy Drew you borrowed from the library on one of the cycles of God-alone-knows-who only to find the cycle missing after we returned..and you lied to T* Sir that you had returned the book to him on Wednesday evening... You sounded so convincing to even Malu and me who knew the truth very well that no wonder T* sir relented in the end and actually said " Oh yes...I rememeber..Vaishnavi,You did return the book on wednesday and I probably didn't update the register" !!! Vaish , you still retain the crown for the Best Liar I have ever met!!!
And remember those after-school Club Activities hours.. when we would wait for that one painfully long hour of painting to get over so that we can run through the dark verandahs in the school playing Hide-n-Seek and Help? And remember how we all used to desert A* in the game by making him the seeker always coz we thought he was too irritating?? And during one of those days the three of us somehow got away from the rest of the kids when we stopped to drink some water and Malu got so drunk (yes guys, Just plain H2O ! ) that she fell on the floor and was later found dancing to a Suneil Shetty number "oh jaaneman " ??
And I think it was during one of those after-school club activities days while we munched away those (banned) yummy paruppuvadas (made out of "unhygienic oil, don't have it children" - or so claimed by A* ma'am ,who nevertheless had 2 of them everyday at sharp 11 AM ) wrapped in newspaper from our very own 5* Manju Tea Stall that we decided we will have a reunion , just the three of us, in the year 2010, on Dec 25th at nowhere but Manju Tea Stall ! What of that galz ?? :D
And how we loved to imitate our teachers... especially the way P* sir said"Portiaaaa ...hmmm..portia ki umar shaayad pachaas teekh rahegi .." and greyed out my hair entirely for the Shakespeare play for the Annual Day despite me screaming in protest .."Sirrr....Portia is married just nowwwwww...She is young!!" And what about those series of humorous characters ,better known in school as Social Science teachers... remember S* ma'am, who at the thought of her upcoming wedding went to a shopping spree, only to buy a hand-bag looking half like a pomeranian pup and half like a snow man , and looking the least like a hand-bag of a school teacher!! I remember Vaish blushing and answering "Sunsilk,ma'am " when she asked her "Which shampoo do you use Vaishnavi ?" !!!! And the way she used to start every History class with her trade marked sentence "Bachon, aaj me tumhe itihaas ek kahani ke roop me sunaathi hoo ..puraaaaaaane kaal me jab bhaarath me aarya log rehthe the tab bharath me chaaaaaaar varg the... brahman,kshatreeya,vaish aur shoodra..isme braahman.. " zzzzzzzzz.... :-)) What about her successor L* ma'am who resembled a horse when she got angry!
Remember those times we got sooooo jealous when MK* ma'am ignored us completely in the English periods and showered all her attention on A* ?? And we vowed we would come up with better ideas for our activities ..much better than A*'s :-) , and we believed (hoped!) secretely she still had a soft corner for us and that she was just not showing it out! It wouldn't be fair on my part to skip a mention about the Hindi classes by S* Sir! I remember how everything would just vapourize away from our heads and we would jsut be blinking away when he asks us a question, his eyes gleaming with terror !!! And remember all those times we ended up writing essays as impositions " only 500 times, before 3 o' clock " even though we knew the answer but had gone into a paralysis when the hand was pointed at us followed by a thundering "You" !!!
Okie, lets not mumble about our teachers now...we did love them a lot for whoever they are ! :-) And galz, I wonder what happened to our "Dead Man's Path" , the banned shortcut to the library where you had to duck your heads as we pass in front of princi's office enroute! Not to mention that deserted machine in the play ground which had enough nooks and hideouts for us to play hide-n-seek ! Of course, I remember that sapling we had all planted together on Vanamahotsava. The mud was so dirty that it was stinking and we were very close to our guess about a toilet being in its vicinity, but after all that effort, I still remember the wide smiles we had on our faces when we watered it! I guess it must have become a tree by now !
Do you remember how we used to read only "fat" books so that we could score atleast 5 point in one go to earn the Reading Habit Award?? Or those moments of Shivaji-Raman-Tagore-Asoka House competitions! Can't forget those Annual Day Drama practices... the secret crushes we have had,followed by the crush-failures(!!).... how we took turns when only 2 were allowed in one bench and one of us had to move out and sit with Ms A*.. how we returned home after a good 8 hours spent talking in school , yet found something new to talk on the phone from five in the evening to seven !! And how my mom scolded me for keeping the phone busy (those days we didn't have that "Press 2" option to keep somebody on hold...all mommy could hear for hours was the familiar bugging beeeeeeeeeeeep beeeeeeeep!!)
Phew!!!! I could go on and on, coz there is still so much unsaid about the absent-minded Malu who used to cry so much initially for every single reason which used to scare us a little...Her eyes would go red and they would well up with tears,big blots streaming down her face while she screamed "I am NOT crying" :-)) (OK,I have to admit that later on she literally stopped crying and even when the whole class cried,she wouldn't and she would look at others with an expression that suggested crying was a sin !!) or the emotional Vaish who sometimes got too emotional that Malu and me were met with a tearful Vaish after our class-play about Brain-Drain in English class! May be a part 2 will follow... !!! Probably more parts!!! :-))) But I guess I should stop here ofr today!! Love you buddies, for all your gimmicks and love!!!! Ciao!
Thursday, November 23, 2006
And am Engaged!!!!
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 Readers, the other day I got engaged :-)) I know, I sound like as if I said "The other day I went for Casino Royale" . But then, its true :-D ,believe me, I did get engaged..lolz!!! Also,I request you to read "The Other Day" as Oct 29th, almost a month ago!
The guy is ...well...err...never mind :-) And though I know its a little late and it should have happened when I was in Std 9th itself (I think I have mentioned this in one of my previous post) , am relieved that its finally happened ;-)And yeah, see my ring.... :-)
Monday, October 09, 2006
Macrophotography Lessons from Sand :-))))
" 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 "
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 ...
Photos Courtesy and "Its-mine"-selfish-child-syndrome (read Copyright :D) : Sandeep (more photos at sandeepgnair.blogspot.com)
PS - Sand, don't forget the chocolates for this publicity ;-)
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
മലയാളത്തില് ഒരു ബ്ലോഗ്..
ഇതു നോക്കൂ.. ഞാന് മലയാളത്തില് എഴുതുവാ.. ഹാഹാ ..കൊല്ലാല്ലോ വിടെോന്.. കൂടുതല് എഴുതി
വളുപ്പാക്കുന്നില്ലാട്ടോ ..പോട്ടെ.. അല്പ്പം പണി ചെയ്യട്ടെ ..പിന്നെ കാണാം ട്ടോ ..
വളുപ്പാക്കുന്നില്ലാട്ടോ ..പോട്ടെ.. അല്പ്പം പണി ചെയ്യട്ടെ ..പിന്നെ കാണാം ട്ടോ ..
Friday, September 22, 2006
Time for some thought...
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 thought-provoking (Well,to tell the truth, I got some food for thought,rather,food for some thought which I couldn't make out what!) .
There is this time in the movie when the hijackers are in the cockpit franctically trying their best to reach their target on time and they are losing hope. The guy flying the plane is profusely sweating and the veins on his forehead are jutting out,taut. The tension on his face is so overwhelming. He is seen uttering some prayer under his breath while he tries to maneouvre the plane. The camera zooms in and you can make out his lips quivering with the Arabic words, praying out to Almighty Allah.
In the next second, the camera is focussed on a passenger in the hijacked plane - an elderly American woman, eyes tightly shut,also seen letting out a prayer through her lips, in English, calling out to the great Messiah of Christianity. The fear on her face shows on those thin lines on her forehead,sweat dotting her chin and palms held tightly to her hand rest.
The pair of scenes was a cry of irony! One, praying to the God to help him in destruction and other, knowingly or unknowingly,praying to the SAME God to thwart this plan of destruction and help her and her friends get to safety.
I didn't know what conclusion I will be able to come to , if I thought on this line,or whether I would be able to come to any at all. But I was certain about one thing, the famous one-liner "God is one" so commonly seen all around is not just a simple sentence that you can teach a 6 year old about. Its disheartening to note that we human beings would keep underestimating its value forever....
I found this one particular scene in the movie really thought-provoking (Well,to tell the truth, I got some food for thought,rather,food for some thought which I couldn't make out what!) .
There is this time in the movie when the hijackers are in the cockpit franctically trying their best to reach their target on time and they are losing hope. The guy flying the plane is profusely sweating and the veins on his forehead are jutting out,taut. The tension on his face is so overwhelming. He is seen uttering some prayer under his breath while he tries to maneouvre the plane. The camera zooms in and you can make out his lips quivering with the Arabic words, praying out to Almighty Allah.
In the next second, the camera is focussed on a passenger in the hijacked plane - an elderly American woman, eyes tightly shut,also seen letting out a prayer through her lips, in English, calling out to the great Messiah of Christianity. The fear on her face shows on those thin lines on her forehead,sweat dotting her chin and palms held tightly to her hand rest.
The pair of scenes was a cry of irony! One, praying to the God to help him in destruction and other, knowingly or unknowingly,praying to the SAME God to thwart this plan of destruction and help her and her friends get to safety.
I didn't know what conclusion I will be able to come to , if I thought on this line,or whether I would be able to come to any at all. But I was certain about one thing, the famous one-liner "God is one" so commonly seen all around is not just a simple sentence that you can teach a 6 year old about. Its disheartening to note that we human beings would keep underestimating its value forever....
Thursday, September 21, 2006
A Woman's Poem
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!
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.
I didn't prepare the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Isn't there anything I could do
To match his mothers shoe
Then I smiled as I saw light
One thing I could definitely do
I turned around and slapped him tight...
Like his mother used to !!!!!
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
To my Very Special Blog Readers..
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 all of us(most of us!) will be present.
--> Woke up as early as 5:30 AM to have my bath and get dressed in kasavu saree..That was fun.And though I took some time to tame my fresh sari, in the end I managed to look presentable enough and more importantly, the whole effort was from my side alone! Now wonder whats "IT" in this...any guesses...yeah,right...mallu lass in kasavu sari alright,but with an ID tag and access card dangling from the neck which would "beep-beep" when shown against a magnetic card reader.
--> Had a small pookalam in PG today. In office, I was going through my mails when I came across this wish from a friend of mine with an attach atham.exe . A flash application that filled your screen with its bright colours. There were concentric circles and few neat geometric patterns within the circles in synch. To the right you had 6 different coloured flowers to choose from and fill in the geometric patters with flowers and voila, as the catchy 'IT' slogan goes.. Your Athapoo is just a click away..
--> Am looking forward to the Thiruvathirakali tonight in our BPO/IT PG. I won't be surprised if I notice an 'IT' element there as well !!! Will let you know soon.
Meanwhile, I have already begun waiting for my next Onam... :) Onnoode Onaashamsakal !! Cya Around!!
Friday, September 01, 2006
The Onam-ish Itch is Back..
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 are your Mallu-best!
In whatever nook of the world you are, those Mallu-strings in your heart gently start tugging by now and reaches a feverish pitch by Thiruvonam .. so much that people like me,who is spending this year's Onam at work tends to give vent to the frustration blogging on Onam !
So hows this Onam going to be different? I can come up with three good reasons...
1) This is going to be my first Onam staying away from home and instead,staying with bugs and C++ codes. (and obviously,am not very happy about it).
2) And incidently,my first Onam after I started earning .
3) My last Onam as a single ;-) and as a result, the last Onam when I won't be devoting my "talents" for the room called kitchen! (Yep,I plan to cook the entire set of delicacies same time next year!!! ) :-)
And three good ways I plan to be happy this Onam --
1) Wear a kasavu saree to office if I can accomplish the herculean task in atmost 3 successful attempts (??).
2) Eat Kerala food from office even if it means walking all the way to the van across the road through the campus and waiting in a long queue even as early as 12:00 noon.
3) Can my readers suggest something...?
Onaashamsakal !
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Why The World Needs Pluto..
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 -- number of planets in our solar system" has been proved right by miracle !!!
Me thinks its not just the plight of school teachers or astronomers that is a cause of worry..There is this another set of equally dedicated star gazers who have been hit by shock waves cos of the ruling by the world's top astronomers to boot Pluto from the planet category - The Astrologers ,who are now pondering how this turn of events might affect our moods, our lucky numbers and our chances of getting a date!
Will my future change now?? Will I become a doctor now that the 8th House in the myriad of squares in my 'horrorscope' is left blank??? Or will it be occupied by some female like "Xena" ??
Because my worry got the better of me,I decided to seek help from google and try to understand how much pluto (or the lack of it) will affect me and boy! I was shocked... Listen to what a website told me.. "Though it is smaller in size, its energy is enormous. Pluto governs complete transformations, death, the underworld, volcanoes and deep spiritual matters " This was the lesser severe of the lot.Other websites told me even more brutual details about how much the tiny planet has influence on our lives that I was almost sobbing away "Pluto,I will miss you!!" in a true bollywood 'ishtyle'.
The only way to find out the answer would be to ask our palmist who sits on the road side grinning away oblivious of the Pluto-ruckus and no points for guessing his reply.."I can tell you only if you give me money" :-)))) Now thats a sensible answer ;-)
I will miss you, Pluto!! Take Care!
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Confessions of an Embarrassed Mind
>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 to think it was so mannerless of people to sit on other's graves!!
2) I thought being a "Bank Manager" was the highest point of anybody's career... whether you be a teacher,a doc or an employee of the bank! I remember arguing with my dad when he asked me to do something I really didn't feel like doing saying
"You are not a Bank Manager..then why should I be listening to your orders!"
3) My school was still in its infant stages when I joined KVK in the 1st Std. It had classes only till the 9th Std then. And as per my 7 yr old database, that became the last phase of one's education. I didn't hesitate to tell my parents and neighbours that
"After 9th Std, marriage" :-)) A puzzled dad (or may be worried?? ;-) ) asked me to repeat what I had just announced and I was the least hesitant to do it! All of them roared with laughter I remember,and I obviously found the joke unintelligible then.Atleast now I don't ;-)
4) This was not during my childhood...it was during my early teens. I thought God had accidently "endowed" me with pheromones cos one day I tried to shoo away a frog and it kept following me wherever I go for another one and half hour until I
got so terrified that I trapped it under a bucket!
Another instance which almost confirmed my belief was cos of the lizard that used to live beneath the tube light in our dining room. The identification mark was the black mole on its back.I christened it Venky (I don't remember why!). Venky used to come out from his abode whenever I sat on my chair in the dining table.And was that a smile! I thought so ;-) One more classic observation was that Venky loved it when I hummed Hindi songs.And when I tried few English songs,it used to turn its back at me and hide behind the tube light again. Being the smart kid I was,I wasn't letting go of the research with just that. I would sing a line from one of the Hindi songs followed by a line in English and alternating it...the expected behaviour was Venky would come out,Venky would go back,Venky would come out... alas.. :-)
I guess I revealed too much already! I am not all that courageous to go on.. ;-)
Now buzz off... I ain't spoiling my reputation :-))
Cheers!!!
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 to think it was so mannerless of people to sit on other's graves!!
2) I thought being a "Bank Manager" was the highest point of anybody's career... whether you be a teacher,a doc or an employee of the bank! I remember arguing with my dad when he asked me to do something I really didn't feel like doing saying
"You are not a Bank Manager..then why should I be listening to your orders!"
3) My school was still in its infant stages when I joined KVK in the 1st Std. It had classes only till the 9th Std then. And as per my 7 yr old database, that became the last phase of one's education. I didn't hesitate to tell my parents and neighbours that
"After 9th Std, marriage" :-)) A puzzled dad (or may be worried?? ;-) ) asked me to repeat what I had just announced and I was the least hesitant to do it! All of them roared with laughter I remember,and I obviously found the joke unintelligible then.Atleast now I don't ;-)
4) This was not during my childhood...it was during my early teens. I thought God had accidently "endowed" me with pheromones cos one day I tried to shoo away a frog and it kept following me wherever I go for another one and half hour until I
got so terrified that I trapped it under a bucket!
Another instance which almost confirmed my belief was cos of the lizard that used to live beneath the tube light in our dining room. The identification mark was the black mole on its back.I christened it Venky (I don't remember why!). Venky used to come out from his abode whenever I sat on my chair in the dining table.And was that a smile! I thought so ;-) One more classic observation was that Venky loved it when I hummed Hindi songs.And when I tried few English songs,it used to turn its back at me and hide behind the tube light again. Being the smart kid I was,I wasn't letting go of the research with just that. I would sing a line from one of the Hindi songs followed by a line in English and alternating it...the expected behaviour was Venky would come out,Venky would go back,Venky would come out... alas.. :-)
I guess I revealed too much already! I am not all that courageous to go on.. ;-)
Now buzz off... I ain't spoiling my reputation :-))
Cheers!!!
Monday, July 10, 2006
"I am" Tagged!!!!
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,wondering how the heck I am to fill this up!
I said------------------- Two bee or not two bee... may be three bees :-)
I want------------------- If my wants were countable, God himself would have fuflilled atleast 10 of them every day for the next 20 years. Alas, not so. At this split second,I want the guy who is whistling around in the next cubicle to stop that unearthly noise mistakingly branded as "talent" by him!
I miss------------------- unniappams!!!
I wish------------------- Life had a keyboard where I can safely hit Ctrl-Z rather than hit my head and exclaim "ohhh **** " when I am in a mess!
I hear------------------- people typing away on their keyboards...
I wonder---------------- if God really created so many different looking people all this while,he must be an expert with permutations!!! And he never got tired!!!! whoa!!!
I regret----------------- all my culinary adventures!!!!
I am-------------------- Who I am!!!
I dance ----------------- Sorry,I looked it up in the dictionary and to my dismay,it said "An artistic form of nonverbal communication" ... three things contradicting my nature here - "artistic" , "non-verbal" , "communication" ( I guess with an invisible prefix - "sensible" ). And you thought I would be happy to shatter my reputation???
I sing------------------- strictly within the four walls of my bathroom , that too ,only after I made sure that the walls were absolutely sound-proof !
I cry-------------------- (sob)(weep) during movies ;-)
I make with my hands --- Moo Goo Gai Pan .. wondering what it is.. Well,I had a hard time fishing out such a mouth-watering-delight from google.. it says "fresh mushrooms with sliced chicken"... I guess that would do for an amateur cook like me?
I write------------------- the worst of poems, too scary to be read even by myself ! Makes me wonder if my ancestors would include Shelley!
I confuse---------------- at times,myself !
I need------------------- to go home once more this month..at any cost!!! Am missing home!!!
I should-----------------stop thinking that my PJs are awesome and people are going to appreciate me sometime soon in future for this!
I start------------------ my day looking at myself in the mirror and shake my head in disapproval " These mirrors! When are they going to change!! "
I finish----------------- my friend's share of chocolate before he/she even realises that he/she was destined to get a share!
Ciao !
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,wondering how the heck I am to fill this up!
I said------------------- Two bee or not two bee... may be three bees :-)
I want------------------- If my wants were countable, God himself would have fuflilled atleast 10 of them every day for the next 20 years. Alas, not so. At this split second,I want the guy who is whistling around in the next cubicle to stop that unearthly noise mistakingly branded as "talent" by him!
I miss------------------- unniappams!!!
I wish------------------- Life had a keyboard where I can safely hit Ctrl-Z rather than hit my head and exclaim "ohhh **** " when I am in a mess!
I hear------------------- people typing away on their keyboards...
I wonder---------------- if God really created so many different looking people all this while,he must be an expert with permutations!!! And he never got tired!!!! whoa!!!
I regret----------------- all my culinary adventures!!!!
I am-------------------- Who I am!!!
I dance ----------------- Sorry,I looked it up in the dictionary and to my dismay,it said "An artistic form of nonverbal communication" ... three things contradicting my nature here - "artistic" , "non-verbal" , "communication" ( I guess with an invisible prefix - "sensible" ). And you thought I would be happy to shatter my reputation???
I sing------------------- strictly within the four walls of my bathroom , that too ,only after I made sure that the walls were absolutely sound-proof !
I cry-------------------- (sob)(weep) during movies ;-)
I make with my hands --- Moo Goo Gai Pan .. wondering what it is.. Well,I had a hard time fishing out such a mouth-watering-delight from google.. it says "fresh mushrooms with sliced chicken"... I guess that would do for an amateur cook like me?
I write------------------- the worst of poems, too scary to be read even by myself ! Makes me wonder if my ancestors would include Shelley!
I confuse---------------- at times,myself !
I need------------------- to go home once more this month..at any cost!!! Am missing home!!!
I should-----------------stop thinking that my PJs are awesome and people are going to appreciate me sometime soon in future for this!
I start------------------ my day looking at myself in the mirror and shake my head in disapproval " These mirrors! When are they going to change!! "
I finish----------------- my friend's share of chocolate before he/she even realises that he/she was destined to get a share!
Ciao !
Friday, June 16, 2006
Sounds in the Silence..
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 has
managed 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 originally designed to be ,please relax..."Sounds in the Silence" has nothing to do with
philosophy,psychology,and absolutely nothing to do with how sound travels in air(thats the wildest you could have imagined!).
Imagine yourself in a dark room with no windows and doors(sorry,no matchsticks,torches,cell phones..if that sucking idea came to your mind!).You are all alone.No trail of any food.And the air smells of particularly nothing.I guess that rules out the use of a majority of our primary senses - sight,touch,taste and smell. Which means we are left with the sense of hearing alone. Those tiny,unassuming sounds which would have otherwise got lost in the plethora of noises that life can offer starts
looming up big in the growing silence breaking it mercilessly. I know I am technically wrong when I say "in the growing silence"..cos a silence is no longer a silence when we have noise. But these noises I am referring to are seemingly so tiny that anybody would agree its wrong to assume they can disturb the silence....unless...you allow it to be at the centre stage...and then the whole picture changes!
Think of the day how the low hum of the mosquitoes in the night drove you so mad that you dind't sleep a wink through out the night ! Or that leaky tap in the kitchen sink which would drip with amazing precision distracting you so severely when you are burning the midnight lamp on the eve of your semester exams.. Not to say the creaky doors in the rainy nights which screeches reluctantly in the eerie silence of the dark.. Would you really have noticed them in the broad daylight amidst the
hustle-bustle?
And then there are the good gentle sounds which bring in such a soothing effect on your nerves and that you drown in their simple melody. The soft thuds of a gentle shower beating on the window panes.. or that of a singing kettle as it boils water.
Sometimes the silence of the starry nights in itself is a wonderful sound... making you feel like a little child in its defeaning magnificence ,yet secure and safe in the cradle of nature.
And I wonder why would these tiny noises have to shed their grandeur in the day !!!!
managed 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 originally designed to be ,please relax..."Sounds in the Silence" has nothing to do with
philosophy,psychology,and absolutely nothing to do with how sound travels in air(thats the wildest you could have imagined!).
Imagine yourself in a dark room with no windows and doors(sorry,no matchsticks,torches,cell phones..if that sucking idea came to your mind!).You are all alone.No trail of any food.And the air smells of particularly nothing.I guess that rules out the use of a majority of our primary senses - sight,touch,taste and smell. Which means we are left with the sense of hearing alone. Those tiny,unassuming sounds which would have otherwise got lost in the plethora of noises that life can offer starts
looming up big in the growing silence breaking it mercilessly. I know I am technically wrong when I say "in the growing silence"..cos a silence is no longer a silence when we have noise. But these noises I am referring to are seemingly so tiny that anybody would agree its wrong to assume they can disturb the silence....unless...you allow it to be at the centre stage...and then the whole picture changes!
Think of the day how the low hum of the mosquitoes in the night drove you so mad that you dind't sleep a wink through out the night ! Or that leaky tap in the kitchen sink which would drip with amazing precision distracting you so severely when you are burning the midnight lamp on the eve of your semester exams.. Not to say the creaky doors in the rainy nights which screeches reluctantly in the eerie silence of the dark.. Would you really have noticed them in the broad daylight amidst the
hustle-bustle?
And then there are the good gentle sounds which bring in such a soothing effect on your nerves and that you drown in their simple melody. The soft thuds of a gentle shower beating on the window panes.. or that of a singing kettle as it boils water.
Sometimes the silence of the starry nights in itself is a wonderful sound... making you feel like a little child in its defeaning magnificence ,yet secure and safe in the cradle of nature.
And I wonder why would these tiny noises have to shed their grandeur in the day !!!!
Friday, June 09, 2006
The Secret of a Melodious Bath
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 still evolving) to a grand orchestra,full with surround and feels-like-woofers effect which unfortunately,is not loved by peace-loving souls living in my neighbourhood!
Its probably got to do with the echo inside them..or is it the rhythmic sound of water splashing from the shower that sends your "melody bone" tickling..May be its just the "freaky" feeling one gets when its water water everywhere which makes you want to scream with all your might!!! That stress-free feeling when one gets when the water from the shower trickles down your face,around the corners of your mouth as you screeeeeaaaam to you hearts content is truly unsurpassable! I guess people
ought to do without all those stress busters for a change and try this new technology stress-busting solution one day - absolutely no side-effects (ahem,neighbours should be bribed) , pollution-free and just-free :-)
These days my personal top chartbusters are all by the ever-loved-sad-faced-constant-stub-decaying-cap Himesh Reshmiya. Though I haven't been able to imitate his nasal voice exactly,I am pretty much close to it and am sure by the time he finds an answer as to why he is he so sad 24 hours a day,I would have got the art of nasal-singing perfect. My effort to perfection began when I realised to my pleasant surprise that Himesh Reshmiya songs had a surreal feel to it when sung in a bathroom! From then,there was no looking back ... And boy!am glad!
Result ? No more monday blues...no more hair loss...no dandruffs... no chip-chip-baal ... no more sar dards.....hahah..just
kidding... ;-)
Its probably got to do with the echo inside them..or is it the rhythmic sound of water splashing from the shower that sends your "melody bone" tickling..May be its just the "freaky" feeling one gets when its water water everywhere which makes you want to scream with all your might!!! That stress-free feeling when one gets when the water from the shower trickles down your face,around the corners of your mouth as you screeeeeaaaam to you hearts content is truly unsurpassable! I guess people
ought to do without all those stress busters for a change and try this new technology stress-busting solution one day - absolutely no side-effects (ahem,neighbours should be bribed) , pollution-free and just-free :-)
These days my personal top chartbusters are all by the ever-loved-sad-faced-constant-stub-decaying-cap Himesh Reshmiya. Though I haven't been able to imitate his nasal voice exactly,I am pretty much close to it and am sure by the time he finds an answer as to why he is he so sad 24 hours a day,I would have got the art of nasal-singing perfect. My effort to perfection began when I realised to my pleasant surprise that Himesh Reshmiya songs had a surreal feel to it when sung in a bathroom! From then,there was no looking back ... And boy!am glad!
Result ? No more monday blues...no more hair loss...no dandruffs... no chip-chip-baal ... no more sar dards.....hahah..just
kidding... ;-)
Friday, May 12, 2006
Murphy's Laws vs Murphy's Loss
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 xyz.
Mistake #2 : (The biggest and the most-deciding mistake (a.k.a factor) ) Its a common belief that there are 9 other (wo)men around the world like you. After the theory got customized to be compatible with the 21st century IT world,it reads "There MIGHT be people (number varies) around the world who MIGHT have only semi-different name as yours(say abc d,in our case),but under certain circumstances ,would find it no harm to create an e-mail address which would resemble your name (ie, abcgxyz@gmail.com,probably because xyz was a common surname) " Btw,this belief could also explain why you got the message saying the e-mail id was already in use when you tried to create a fresh one in your name.
Mistake #3 : You don't exactly remember the mail id of Mr.abc d xyz cousin of yours..and since being over-smart was a default nature embedded in you since birth, you think its one of
--> abcdxyz@gmail.com (reasoning : he had another id like abcdxyz@yahoo.com)
--> abcxyz@gmail.com(reasoning : the 'd' seems out of place)
--> abcdx@gmail.com (reasoning : thats a common strategy right?)
Mistake #4 : Since "inkie-pinkie-ponkie" has been your all-time-reliable-shoulder to lean on when in dilemma (in this case - a 'tri'lemma?), you don't think twice before chanting it aloud. And lo and behold, after two strenuous round of elimination, emerges winner.
Mistake #5 : Simple and short ,also the most threatening - The mail was decided to be sent to abcdxyz@gmail.com from you@yahoo.com
Mistake #6 : You think all is well.
Mistake #7 : On a mail-check,you come across a reply to the one previously sent. You decide to open it and read.
Mistake #8 : You read it. (This is classified as a different mistake from #7 coz #7 was a mistake with decision and #8 was a mistake with action. :-D )
Mistake #9 : "Who is this?? I don't know you". You laugh out loud and tell yourself "Haha, I know Mr abc d xyz is trying to fool me" :-))..And yeah,you laugh louder...louder..
Mistake #10 : You reply - "Its meeeeeeeeee".. Informative indeed! Wikipedia wouldn't have performed that answering as well as you!
Mistake #11 : He replies "Who is meeeeeeeee??From what I can make out,you seem to be a student..blah blah.. ". And you still think Mr abc d xyz is fooling you,especially since he has delivered all the right info about you. Still... :-(
Until now, it had been Murphy's Laws all the way,stealing all the glitter and glamour of the show - things going wrong...followed by more things going wrong..followed by even more things going wrong...Will something go right please?
And then Murphy's Loss(To expand,Murphy's Laws's Loss,the second word being silent) comes into action...
If anything can go right,it might...
< Curtains raise>
<Scene#1>
<Yahoo_Mesenger>
<New Friend_Request name="xyz_dlmn" Accept_request="0">
< Status >
Pending...viewing profile...thinking....trying to recognize....no way...whoz this guy in picture??....wrack your brains.....no way...no brains found...oops...!!
Cerebellum crashed...restart machine...think again..."aiyyyo....ithu lavan...aano? appo matte lavan alle e lavan alle a lavan alle e lavan???? e lavan e(lectronic)- lavan aanu...a lavan ende cousin aanu...athu ve,ithu re ..ippo technique pidi kitti...
Once again proved that you are the greatest dumbo ever to have been born! Anyways, apology ,mail sent to xyz_dlmn for mailing to his id thinking it was abc d xyz's.
Change Accept_request to 1(why?zimbly..for fun).
</Status>
</New Friend Request>
</Yahoo_Mesenger>
</Scene#1>
<Scene#3>
<Phone>
<caller name="you">
you : hi :-)
he : hi :-)
you : blah blah
he : blah blah
</caller>
</Phone>
</ Scene#3>
<Scene#4>
<CafeCoffeeDay>
< members name1="abc dlmn" name2="you">
you : hi :-)
he : hi :-)
you : blah blah
he : blah blah
</members>
</CafeCoffeeDay>
</Scene#4>
<Scene#5>
<Movie name="Hum Apke he Kaun">
<members name1="abc dlmn" name2="you">
you : hi :-)
he : hi :-)
you : blah blah
he : blah blah
</ members>
</Movie >
</Scene#5>
< Scene#6>
wat next? to be done... ;-)
</Scene#6>
<Scene#7 >
wat next? to be done... ;-)
</Scene#7>
things go on....
And they lived happily ever-after??? ;-) To hell with Murphy's Laws...
Bottom line : If anything can go right,it will...
</Curtains raise>
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 xyz.
Mistake #2 : (The biggest and the most-deciding mistake (a.k.a factor) ) Its a common belief that there are 9 other (wo)men around the world like you. After the theory got customized to be compatible with the 21st century IT world,it reads "There MIGHT be people (number varies) around the world who MIGHT have only semi-different name as yours(say abc d,in our case),but under certain circumstances ,would find it no harm to create an e-mail address which would resemble your name (ie, abcgxyz@gmail.com,probably because xyz was a common surname) " Btw,this belief could also explain why you got the message saying the e-mail id was already in use when you tried to create a fresh one in your name.
Mistake #3 : You don't exactly remember the mail id of Mr.abc d xyz cousin of yours..and since being over-smart was a default nature embedded in you since birth, you think its one of
--> abcdxyz@gmail.com (reasoning : he had another id like abcdxyz@yahoo.com)
--> abcxyz@gmail.com(reasoning : the 'd' seems out of place)
--> abcdx@gmail.com (reasoning : thats a common strategy right?)
Mistake #4 : Since "inkie-pinkie-ponkie" has been your all-time-reliable-shoulder to lean on when in dilemma (in this case - a 'tri'lemma?), you don't think twice before chanting it aloud. And lo and behold, after two strenuous round of elimination, emerges winner.
Mistake #5 : Simple and short ,also the most threatening - The mail was decided to be sent to abcdxyz@gmail.com from you@yahoo.com
Mistake #6 : You think all is well.
Mistake #7 : On a mail-check,you come across a reply to the one previously sent. You decide to open it and read.
Mistake #8 : You read it. (This is classified as a different mistake from #7 coz #7 was a mistake with decision and #8 was a mistake with action. :-D )
Mistake #9 : "Who is this?? I don't know you". You laugh out loud and tell yourself "Haha, I know Mr abc d xyz is trying to fool me" :-))..And yeah,you laugh louder...louder..
Mistake #10 : You reply - "Its meeeeeeeeee".. Informative indeed! Wikipedia wouldn't have performed that answering as well as you!
Mistake #11 : He replies "Who is meeeeeeeee??From what I can make out,you seem to be a student..blah blah.. ". And you still think Mr abc d xyz is fooling you,especially since he has delivered all the right info about you. Still... :-(
Until now, it had been Murphy's Laws all the way,stealing all the glitter and glamour of the show - things going wrong...followed by more things going wrong..followed by even more things going wrong...Will something go right please?
And then Murphy's Loss(To expand,Murphy's Laws's Loss,the second word being silent) comes into action...
If anything can go right,it might...
< Curtains raise>
<Scene#1>
<Yahoo_Mesenger>
<New Friend_Request name="xyz_dlmn" Accept_request="0">
< Status >
Pending...viewing profile...thinking....trying to recognize....no way...whoz this guy in picture??....wrack your brains.....no way...no brains found...oops...!!
Cerebellum crashed...restart machine...think again..."aiyyyo....ithu lavan...aano? appo matte lavan alle e lavan alle a lavan alle e lavan???? e lavan e(lectronic)- lavan aanu...a lavan ende cousin aanu...athu ve,ithu re ..ippo technique pidi kitti...
Once again proved that you are the greatest dumbo ever to have been born! Anyways, apology ,mail sent to xyz_dlmn for mailing to his id thinking it was abc d xyz's.
Change Accept_request to 1(why?zimbly..for fun).
</Status>
</New Friend Request>
</Yahoo_Mesenger>
</Scene#1>
<Scene#2>
<Yahoo_Mesenger>
<chat_window name="abc_dlmn">
you : hi there! how are u?
he : hi..am fine..and u?
you : me too...that was extremely hilarious incident..don't u think so? :-D .. right mails landing in wrong inbox!! am sorry for the mess...!
he : thats ok..so tell me something abt urself..
you : blah blah blah..
he : blah blah blah..
...................................
he : ok,me gotta run now...bye..nice talking to u...cya sometime soon...
you : same here! bye!
</chat_window>
</Yahoo_Mesenger>
</Scene#2>
<Yahoo_Mesenger>
<chat_window name="abc_dlmn">
you : hi there! how are u?
he : hi..am fine..and u?
you : me too...that was extremely hilarious incident..don't u think so? :-D .. right mails landing in wrong inbox!! am sorry for the mess...!
he : thats ok..so tell me something abt urself..
you : blah blah blah..
he : blah blah blah..
...................................
he : ok,me gotta run now...bye..nice talking to u...cya sometime soon...
you : same here! bye!
</chat_window>
</Yahoo_Mesenger>
</Scene#2>
<Scene#3>
<Phone>
<caller name="you">
you : hi :-)
he : hi :-)
you : blah blah
he : blah blah
</caller>
</Phone>
</ Scene#3>
<Scene#4>
<CafeCoffeeDay>
< members name1="abc dlmn" name2="you">
you : hi :-)
he : hi :-)
you : blah blah
he : blah blah
</members>
</CafeCoffeeDay>
</Scene#4>
<Scene#5>
<Movie name="Hum Apke he Kaun">
<members name1="abc dlmn" name2="you">
you : hi :-)
he : hi :-)
you : blah blah
he : blah blah
</ members>
</Movie >
</Scene#5>
< Scene#6>
wat next? to be done... ;-)
</Scene#6>
<Scene#7 >
wat next? to be done... ;-)
</Scene#7>
things go on....
And they lived happily ever-after??? ;-) To hell with Murphy's Laws...
Bottom line : If anything can go right,it will...
</Curtains raise>
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
What thou speaketh is English?
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 attending our first class in the mechanical workshop. Everybody looked curiously at all the gigantic machines around us and for people like me who happen to be both vertically and horizontally challenged,it was only natural to let out a silent prayer to Lord Vignesha, hoping that these metallic giants would cooperate with me when I need them to.
Having sensed our uneasiness in the presence of machines equalling twice our height,the tutor,with an air of superiority,cleared his throat and began with the rules and regulations to be followed in the lab. "First and foremost,if you ignore the machine,don't work the machine"..
All of us quirked our eyebrows..what was that? Somebody dared to ask.."Sir...?Excuse me..but..could you repeat what you said?"..By then everybody had a smile on their faces..growing at an amazing rate to an endless laughter against which our bodies were fighting a battle in vain. But nobody dared to laugh...except this single guy,oops,and he was sent out :-)
At times people speak English in the most idiotic way ,seemingly non-idiotic to them that we are at a loss to decide whether to laugh or act as though you didn't notice anything wrong! You get the message clear and loud,so does everybody....but... :-D
Reminds me of this bird watcher friend of my brother,with whom he had frequent and interesting correspondences. His clumsy broken English sentences even managed to be humour laden.And the best part of it was,being a nature-lover that he is, nobody got suprised when he signed off as "Yours naturally,XYZ" :-D
And as a foot note,in case you thought such incidents occured due to the lack of education.. look at how education ruined this sweet 6 yr old girl in my neighbourhood. What she said about her pregnant mom one day sent both my mom and me laughing to death that the little girl was almost close to tears for having been teased! "Mommy said,its a bull in her tummy..." chirped the innocent girl. My mom and me gave each other quizzical looks.I pressed on.."Bull? She told you that? But how can a bull get inside your mom's tummy?" She couldn't understand what was it in her statement that I didn't follow.So with great deal of patience she explained.."Seeeee....mommy's tummy is big na? she told me..its a bull inside her tummy....u know..bull...bulllllllll.....not cowwwwwww....." Any comments ;-)
Friday, April 28, 2006
Musings..
Sometimes I have wondered..
--> Why everybody looks beautiful when they smile?
--> Why everytime you question the existence of God ,He proves his existence making
impossible 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 that most of the time its a wrong
number?
--> Why do we have tears in our eyes after a good laugh?
--> Why does my bus come late when I am early and come early when I am late?
--> Why is it that even though you doodle your signature perfectly on every piece of paper you find near you when you are on the phone,but when it comes to signing 5 pages of a document,all your signatures end up looking entirely different?
--> Why is it that there is nothing interesting on the TV once the battle for the remote is over and you have won it?
To be contd.. (if there are not too many protests from my blog readers!!!)
--> Why everybody looks beautiful when they smile?
--> Why everytime you question the existence of God ,He proves his existence making
impossible 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 that most of the time its a wrong
number?
--> Why do we have tears in our eyes after a good laugh?
--> Why does my bus come late when I am early and come early when I am late?
--> Why is it that even though you doodle your signature perfectly on every piece of paper you find near you when you are on the phone,but when it comes to signing 5 pages of a document,all your signatures end up looking entirely different?
--> Why is it that there is nothing interesting on the TV once the battle for the remote is over and you have won it?
To be contd.. (if there are not too many protests from my blog readers!!!)
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Sweet Nothings
Yesterday I chanced upon this mail about people and blood groups.It began very well giving an impressive statistics ( I believe 99% of all statistics are fake - pun intended ;-) ) saying O+ blood group people eat up almost 40% of the pie.Then came a table informing who can receive/donate blood from/to whom. Quite informative I thought. As I scrolled down, I was completely stupefied by what I read!
What I believed looked right out of a good encyclopedia really turned me down when I read those words in bold..."Now,read what your blood group says about you.." and then those familiar rows which would be type casting each one of us to one of them.
All of us receive such "type-casting" mails in dozens everyday...right from "What does your colour say about you.." to " What does your sleep posture say about you"...why stop at that..."what does how you dot your 'i's and cross your 't's say about you.."..."What does your Sun sign (and for that matter,moon sign,normal sign-I mean signature!sign,sine,cos,tan blah blah) say about you" .....Humphhh...So many things say so many things about you - and all entirely different :-D ,right??
What is strange is that even though you know its a total crappy stuff,you(includes me too!) eagerly scroll down to your "respective" row (got from either a simple look-up process or from tedious mathematical formulae involving everything form your date of birth to when the tyrannosaurus rex got extinct! )..and nod your head vigorously on reading each good thing that it mentions about you saying "Oh yeah,how true!!" and say "naah...thats the only mistake they made in assessing me" when it comes to your bad qualities!
Anyways,we got to admit its lot of fun! :-) And I would rather stop this musing with this happy note! Cheers..! Good Day..
PS : Now,in case you are curious and still hoping somebody would forward the blood-group mail to you, hold on - I can copy-paste that for you :-)
TYPE O You want to be a leader, and when you see something you want, you keep striving until you achieve your goal. You are a trend-setter, loyal, passionate, and self-confident. Your weaknesses include vanity and jealously and a tendency to be too competitive.
TYPE A You like harmony, peace and organization. You work well with others, and are sensitive, patient and affectionate. Among your weaknesses are stubbornness and an inability to relax.
TYPE B You're a rugged individualist, who's straightforward and likes to do things your own way. Creative and flexible, you adapt easily to any situation. But your insistence on being independent can sometimes go too far and become a weakne ss.
TYPE AB Cool and controlled, you're generally well liked and always put people at ease. You're a natural entertainer who's tactful and fair. But you're standoffish, blunt, and have difficulty making decisions.
What I believed looked right out of a good encyclopedia really turned me down when I read those words in bold..."Now,read what your blood group says about you.." and then those familiar rows which would be type casting each one of us to one of them.
All of us receive such "type-casting" mails in dozens everyday...right from "What does your colour say about you.." to " What does your sleep posture say about you"...why stop at that..."what does how you dot your 'i's and cross your 't's say about you.."..."What does your Sun sign (and for that matter,moon sign,normal sign-I mean signature!sign,sine,cos,tan blah blah) say about you" .....Humphhh...So many things say so many things about you - and all entirely different :-D ,right??
What is strange is that even though you know its a total crappy stuff,you(includes me too!) eagerly scroll down to your "respective" row (got from either a simple look-up process or from tedious mathematical formulae involving everything form your date of birth to when the tyrannosaurus rex got extinct! )..and nod your head vigorously on reading each good thing that it mentions about you saying "Oh yeah,how true!!" and say "naah...thats the only mistake they made in assessing me" when it comes to your bad qualities!
Anyways,we got to admit its lot of fun! :-) And I would rather stop this musing with this happy note! Cheers..! Good Day..
PS : Now,in case you are curious and still hoping somebody would forward the blood-group mail to you, hold on - I can copy-paste that for you :-)
TYPE O You want to be a leader, and when you see something you want, you keep striving until you achieve your goal. You are a trend-setter, loyal, passionate, and self-confident. Your weaknesses include vanity and jealously and a tendency to be too competitive.
TYPE A You like harmony, peace and organization. You work well with others, and are sensitive, patient and affectionate. Among your weaknesses are stubbornness and an inability to relax.
TYPE B You're a rugged individualist, who's straightforward and likes to do things your own way. Creative and flexible, you adapt easily to any situation. But your insistence on being independent can sometimes go too far and become a weakne ss.
TYPE AB Cool and controlled, you're generally well liked and always put people at ease. You're a natural entertainer who's tactful and fair. But you're standoffish, blunt, and have difficulty making decisions.
Friday, April 21, 2006
A-Z Bangalore - Enjoy Maadi..
A for Appukuttan Nair
B for BMTC
C for Compilation errors
D for Deadlines!!!
E for E-mails
F for (The) Forum
G for Green City Clean City
H for yeah,no points for guessing the right answer,its Hosur road
I for Information Technology
J for J2EE???
K for "Kannada Gothilla" :-)
L for Lalbagh Flower Show
M for Mallus...you will find them everywhere here!
N for Network Busy
O for Oh My God,it crashed again!
P for Paying Guests
Q for Queue Please
R for Radio Cityyyyyy....91 FM
S for Sukh Sagar,Shanthi Sagar and the sea of other Sagars..
T for Traffic ,traffic,,,,
U for Uh-oh..well.....you see..
V for Virus Alert!
W for Windows is shutting down..Saving your personal settings..
X for Well,this is left for the Blog readers... :-D
Y for Yipee!Today is Friday!
Z for Zoom-in (+) Zoom Out (-)
Have a nice day!
B for BMTC
C for Compilation errors
D for Deadlines!!!
E for E-mails
F for (The) Forum
G for Green City Clean City
H for yeah,no points for guessing the right answer,its Hosur road
I for Information Technology
J for J2EE???
K for "Kannada Gothilla" :-)
L for Lalbagh Flower Show
M for Mallus...you will find them everywhere here!
N for Network Busy
O for Oh My God,it crashed again!
P for Paying Guests
Q for Queue Please
R for Radio Cityyyyyy....91 FM
S for Sukh Sagar,Shanthi Sagar and the sea of other Sagars..
T for Traffic ,traffic,,,,
U for Uh-oh..well.....you see..
V for Virus Alert!
W for Windows is shutting down..Saving your personal settings..
X for Well,this is left for the Blog readers... :-D
Y for Yipee!Today is Friday!
Z for Zoom-in (+) Zoom Out (-)
Have a nice day!
Thursday, April 20, 2006
What Happens on a Boring Day...Mission Makeover.
Let me tell you something I discovered very recently.The height of stupidity of your actions on a particular day is directly proportional to the degree of boredom on that day.And I haven't yet found out the relation between the degree/extent of disasters caused due to this stupidity and the number of times you have thought Murphy's Laws are to be used only with jokes!
It had been a nice lazy holiday.Having woken up very late in the morning,I was getting those "How do I spend the rest of the day" blues by ten. Watching Tv was not a bad option.But true to my ways,I started getting restless. Glancing at the mirror on my way back to my room lit a bulb in my head... Back in the room,my only other roomie who had a holiday too was busy on the phone.
I took a skeptic look at myself in the mirror."Mirror,mirror on the wall,who is the prettiest of all??"..that was a dramatic-Me! But no reply.The hair of the person in the mirror looked like a dull mass of hornet's nest,eyes too lifeless..the material looked mirror-cracking .Having examined the sordid image,I rummaged through my chest of draw.. took my hair brush (I will say it a thousand times-a good brush,good one,very good one,very very good one!!!) and "sorted out" the chaos.
By then another curious roomie had joined in what I had secretly named Mission Makeover. She got so excited by the thought of dressing me up that she got her entire make-up kit ready within seconds! What followed was a half an hour smearing-blending-more-smearing-and more blending of more than the 256-True Colour palette on my face.
A quick look at the mirror confirmed that things were going ultra-fine. And then it happened...thanks to Murphy,if anything can go wrong,it will. Having completed the "raid" in my draw,I quickly shifted to my friend's draw.A hair roller...yes..the perfect find. I carefully took out a handful of hair close to my forehead and gently rolled it on the hair roller...once..twice...thrice...and again...and...ouch...oops....oh no...godddddddd....damn it....I couldn't undo the rolls...the roller was stuck to my hair! "Nooooooo......." I screamed dramatically..and my friends came rushing towards me. After a fifteen minute merciless chortle,three "hair-experts" pounced on the roller,trying franctically to pull out the hair from it.And I was yelping like a wounded puppy cos yeah,it hurt me sooooooo much! :-((
Parachute hair oil, water,Sunsilk shampoo,Himalaya Protein Conditioner....everything failed to help us. The futility of the attempt was being realised as the clock ticked by...Matters were moving from bad to worse.One hour since the occurence of "the bright idea", I was surrounded by a grand audience echoing my yelps whenever my friend tugged at my hair. I realised that there was no way I could untangle my hair from the roller.Armed with a pair of scissors,my exhausted friend took one last look at the tangle and I heard the sweet sound-"swish-swash-swish-swash"....the scissors were working quickly.
That was the fitting finale of Mission Makeover.A fringe of hair falling on my face...so adamant that it wouldn't get pinned up into my pony tail.
Moral - Rolling brushes gather all the hair.So please be cautious.
It had been a nice lazy holiday.Having woken up very late in the morning,I was getting those "How do I spend the rest of the day" blues by ten. Watching Tv was not a bad option.But true to my ways,I started getting restless. Glancing at the mirror on my way back to my room lit a bulb in my head... Back in the room,my only other roomie who had a holiday too was busy on the phone.
I took a skeptic look at myself in the mirror."Mirror,mirror on the wall,who is the prettiest of all??"..that was a dramatic-Me! But no reply.The hair of the person in the mirror looked like a dull mass of hornet's nest,eyes too lifeless..the material looked mirror-cracking .Having examined the sordid image,I rummaged through my chest of draw.. took my hair brush (I will say it a thousand times-a good brush,good one,very good one,very very good one!!!) and "sorted out" the chaos.
By then another curious roomie had joined in what I had secretly named Mission Makeover. She got so excited by the thought of dressing me up that she got her entire make-up kit ready within seconds! What followed was a half an hour smearing-blending-more-smearing-and more blending of more than the 256-True Colour palette on my face.
A quick look at the mirror confirmed that things were going ultra-fine. And then it happened...thanks to Murphy,if anything can go wrong,it will. Having completed the "raid" in my draw,I quickly shifted to my friend's draw.A hair roller...yes..the perfect find. I carefully took out a handful of hair close to my forehead and gently rolled it on the hair roller...once..twice...thrice...and again...and...ouch...oops....oh no...godddddddd....damn it....I couldn't undo the rolls...the roller was stuck to my hair! "Nooooooo......." I screamed dramatically..and my friends came rushing towards me. After a fifteen minute merciless chortle,three "hair-experts" pounced on the roller,trying franctically to pull out the hair from it.And I was yelping like a wounded puppy cos yeah,it hurt me sooooooo much! :-((
Parachute hair oil, water,Sunsilk shampoo,Himalaya Protein Conditioner....everything failed to help us. The futility of the attempt was being realised as the clock ticked by...Matters were moving from bad to worse.One hour since the occurence of "the bright idea", I was surrounded by a grand audience echoing my yelps whenever my friend tugged at my hair. I realised that there was no way I could untangle my hair from the roller.Armed with a pair of scissors,my exhausted friend took one last look at the tangle and I heard the sweet sound-"swish-swash-swish-swash"....the scissors were working quickly.
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That was the fitting finale of Mission Makeover.A fringe of hair falling on my face...so adamant that it wouldn't get pinned up into my pony tail.
Moral - Rolling brushes gather all the hair.So please be cautious.
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