it's raining...pittary pattary rain...on the roofs of the houses ...tin roofs...clay roofs....concrete roofs...and on buses and taxis and helmets....
it was typical traffic jam today with some tiff going on between micro bus drivers and the police early morning....the tempo i was in took a de-tour....and i had to walk a stretch to my office.....i got in half an hour late....... the micro buses about 20 in number were blocking the main road....and there was big commotion...traffic jam...people walking...what a sight to see!
okie...time to go home...and eat...
to listen to some good music...read...
and sleep...maybe i will watch a movie....
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Idiosyncracies-i hope i got the spelling right
what's your problem? Juni asked in fury, as the gaze of the gang-by-the-corner followed her.
She was dressed in a white kurti with small green petals on it. She loved the print. She looked pretty in it - all her flab straightened by the cotton, and she had let her hair loose unlike other days. That was the reason for the whistles and the songs when she passed the last corner to reach her home.
She felt safe when she put down the handbag in front of the mirror. She thought the interview went well. She had answered all the questions - maybe she will get the job.
She got an engaged tone when she called up Pranita. Her friend had been attacked two nights ago in her house. The dad had been injured seriously by the robbers. They had come with khukuris and knifes. 15 stitches on the head Prani had cried on the phone and she kept sobbing till she fell asleep over the phone, her friend consoling her from the other end.
Juni hated thinking of all the sad things in the world. She had stopped listening to the news, and had stopped paper subscriptions two months back when all news that was there on TV or the headlines were of either accidents, bombardments, killings, or robberies. But as the cliché fatalistic saying goes - who can stop what's destined to happen? - honi lai kasle talna sakcha ra?
She was hungry. She went to the kitchen. It was in a mess - nothing new.
Everyday, her elder brother cooked for both of them, and left the kitchen in a mess. Pots and pans to be cleaned, open packet of bread, egg shells, garlic, ginger and potato peels a neat heap on the counter. He was on a night job - call centre. He had even developed a weird accent - he called it Australian. She could tell it was far from being one- but sounded a copycat for sure - trying to be something he is not. But it was the best job he could get with his qualifications. And it was safer - much safer than his previous job - making marketing drives - driving his bike all day in the horrible traffic to sell branded water bottles. Whoever would buy branded water bottles, she thought, but they did. Manus got calls from officers and managers of so called big companies for his water bottles, through his acquaintances he had there.
(to be contd...)
She was dressed in a white kurti with small green petals on it. She loved the print. She looked pretty in it - all her flab straightened by the cotton, and she had let her hair loose unlike other days. That was the reason for the whistles and the songs when she passed the last corner to reach her home.
She felt safe when she put down the handbag in front of the mirror. She thought the interview went well. She had answered all the questions - maybe she will get the job.
She got an engaged tone when she called up Pranita. Her friend had been attacked two nights ago in her house. The dad had been injured seriously by the robbers. They had come with khukuris and knifes. 15 stitches on the head Prani had cried on the phone and she kept sobbing till she fell asleep over the phone, her friend consoling her from the other end.
Juni hated thinking of all the sad things in the world. She had stopped listening to the news, and had stopped paper subscriptions two months back when all news that was there on TV or the headlines were of either accidents, bombardments, killings, or robberies. But as the cliché fatalistic saying goes - who can stop what's destined to happen? - honi lai kasle talna sakcha ra?
She was hungry. She went to the kitchen. It was in a mess - nothing new.
Everyday, her elder brother cooked for both of them, and left the kitchen in a mess. Pots and pans to be cleaned, open packet of bread, egg shells, garlic, ginger and potato peels a neat heap on the counter. He was on a night job - call centre. He had even developed a weird accent - he called it Australian. She could tell it was far from being one- but sounded a copycat for sure - trying to be something he is not. But it was the best job he could get with his qualifications. And it was safer - much safer than his previous job - making marketing drives - driving his bike all day in the horrible traffic to sell branded water bottles. Whoever would buy branded water bottles, she thought, but they did. Manus got calls from officers and managers of so called big companies for his water bottles, through his acquaintances he had there.
(to be contd...)
Thursday, April 12, 2007
the gr8ness guide
haywire! haywire!
the world is haywire... but it is connected with wires...
vibes and feelings
thoughts and hunches
intuitions and senses
these are the things that connect the world
while we think it is the WWW that keeps the touch...
and the fibre-optics on which we survive....
sleek SUVs, the top most position,
all that heavy pay checks
big bunglows...n a free world trip
wouldn't help a bit if you ain't got the heart for it............
what you say?
so what should we do about it.......? huh?
all the robin sharma i read to boost my spirits
seem to have rubbed off along the weeks on hectic schedules throughout....
these lines must be the flimsy remains of what i read in him.....
i thought he was a callous guy who talked BIG
but after a second thought i don't see anyone not being 'Great'
after he follows the Greatness Guide... what's the harm in trying?!
the worst that can happen is.......you become either good or v. good if not Great...
the world is haywire... but it is connected with wires...
vibes and feelings
thoughts and hunches
intuitions and senses
these are the things that connect the world
while we think it is the WWW that keeps the touch...
and the fibre-optics on which we survive....
sleek SUVs, the top most position,
all that heavy pay checks
big bunglows...n a free world trip
wouldn't help a bit if you ain't got the heart for it............
what you say?
so what should we do about it.......? huh?
all the robin sharma i read to boost my spirits
seem to have rubbed off along the weeks on hectic schedules throughout....
these lines must be the flimsy remains of what i read in him.....
i thought he was a callous guy who talked BIG
but after a second thought i don't see anyone not being 'Great'
after he follows the Greatness Guide... what's the harm in trying?!
the worst that can happen is.......you become either good or v. good if not Great...
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
jumbo
the people around me are just people around me...
n very few special people around me...
i think when that scenario changes to many people who are special around m.e. .... life would sound better...more greener ...i suppose or mayb not... that could just be my general perception on 'the grass is greener on the other side' concept... or mayb not.
'i have many acquaintances but very few friends' - one of my friends says to me quite often and i wonder... hmm... ... isn't that true with everyone?
when he means friends...he means true...soul-mate kind of stuff...surely....
i smtimes wonder what it would have been like if special moments, dialogues, visions and feelings could have been highlighted and stored for later references.... it would have been really good... those devices, if built someday would be a great boon to people like me who hardly remember special events and dialogues and dates and moments... ....
btw... have you seen an elephant suckle? here it is.... i captured it in an elephant breeding centre... around chitwan area...
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
evreythnig is graet. thnaks for asknig.
Thomas L. Friedman goes on and on in his book to drive at one conclusion as to how the World is Flat. . . and your hajar prayas at telling him that you've understood wouldn't stop him from expalining that the world is indeed flat.
I have just started the book. it talks about how Banglore is as an outsourced city and it talks about Dalian, the Banglore of China for the Japanese.
There's more to come on middle east, technologies and blogging making the world flatter. So will keep you updated.........
3 good things about today:
1. the mouse will play when the cat is away - my boss is away for a brief while...tho the crunch continues.
2. i just had icecream with a friend...i love treating myself to it once in a while
3. i had a good good sleep after a long time yesterday....good and long sleep when you wake up and find that you are actually late for work... and i had this intense sense of satisfaction...
I have just started the book. it talks about how Banglore is as an outsourced city and it talks about Dalian, the Banglore of China for the Japanese.
There's more to come on middle east, technologies and blogging making the world flatter. So will keep you updated.........
3 good things about today:
1. the mouse will play when the cat is away - my boss is away for a brief while...tho the crunch continues.
2. i just had icecream with a friend...i love treating myself to it once in a while
3. i had a good good sleep after a long time yesterday....good and long sleep when you wake up and find that you are actually late for work... and i had this intense sense of satisfaction...
Friday, January 26, 2007
too boiled to eat
'what have u been doing these days?'
i give a list of stuff i have been doing lately...it's a tediously long list...which makes me occupied 24*7.
at the end of my description she gives a satarical smile :> 'is that all?' - the smile says. I raise my eyebrows meaning - 'did i say smthing wrong? did i hear the wrong question?'
she says, 'all that is fine...what on the intellectual side? what have you been doing which tears your brains apart?'
uummpppp..............i go into an uneasy silence..................
'hhmmm.....in-te-llec-tual?' i pronounce it as slow as is permissible.
'wot?'
'i.......i......started a book lately ... it's abt a women's story in iraq........'
'but that's not intellectual nah.....what have you been doing to strain ur brains...?......tell me....'
i give my blank stare and whisper as if whimpering ......'nnothhing', and i know she is disappointed.
after she is out of the room, i rack my brains to remember what i have been doing on the
inte-lectual side? i have been reading....yes, a book..........
i have been reading the person of the year issue of TIME...it's awesome... but it's still information i realize. i do a lot of document reading on the office comp and lotsa reports and churned out stuff.......but where's the thinking?
i feel like a boiled vegetable under the whoooooose of the aircon. i suddenly hate the mehendi painted hands on the keys. i feel the sun is too glaring against the blinds, and all the tubelights too gaudy when the country is doomed to load shedding.
:) stay positive .... stay positive...stay positive :) - the new mantra..........
i give a list of stuff i have been doing lately...it's a tediously long list...which makes me occupied 24*7.
at the end of my description she gives a satarical smile :> 'is that all?' - the smile says. I raise my eyebrows meaning - 'did i say smthing wrong? did i hear the wrong question?'
she says, 'all that is fine...what on the intellectual side? what have you been doing which tears your brains apart?'
uummpppp..............i go into an uneasy silence..................
'hhmmm.....in-te-llec-tual?' i pronounce it as slow as is permissible.
'wot?'
'i.......i......started a book lately ... it's abt a women's story in iraq........'
'but that's not intellectual nah.....what have you been doing to strain ur brains...?......tell me....'
i give my blank stare and whisper as if whimpering ......'nnothhing', and i know she is disappointed.
after she is out of the room, i rack my brains to remember what i have been doing on the
inte-lectual side? i have been reading....yes, a book..........
i have been reading the person of the year issue of TIME...it's awesome... but it's still information i realize. i do a lot of document reading on the office comp and lotsa reports and churned out stuff.......but where's the thinking?
i feel like a boiled vegetable under the whoooooose of the aircon. i suddenly hate the mehendi painted hands on the keys. i feel the sun is too glaring against the blinds, and all the tubelights too gaudy when the country is doomed to load shedding.
:) stay positive .... stay positive...stay positive :) - the new mantra..........
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Workaholic(WHLC)
35+65+693+58+69596+6958+245+658+845+3215+651+856+11+25465+2554+32 -enter-
damn!
how come?
'here's ur tea dear'
35+65+693+58+69596+6958+245+658+845+3215+651+85.... tring! tring! tring! tring!
why don't you ever pick up the phone?!
Shh...damn...all over again...
35+65+693+58+69596+6958+245+658+845+3215...651...taxation..no, there has to be a reversal made...where's the voucher....
13.5 percent times 3 for 12 months...and then...
dyaddy! dyaddy! look at me....i am a spiderman!...dyaddy!...dyaddy? dyaaa...huunn..mommy...
why do you scare the child so much...can't you do those stuff at your office?
come, we will play...spiderman and superman...rite? dhishum...dhishum....
13.5 percent...tring, tring, tring...tring, tring, tring...
Hel-lu...mr. devdass association...this is the residence though...
Phone: think, we have met the right person...are you at your home computer sir? working on your office work?
WHLC: aaa....i ....actually...aaa...no......
Phone: don't move, don't try to escape...all routes will be closing...and we have surrounded your house...you have crossed the work limit hours per week...you are charged of working too much and contributing excessively to the annual GDP per capita... you will be penalized...to a forced vacation with your family to hawaii for the next three weeks...all costs born by the rehab....
WHLC: you can't do that...its a crime...i haven't finished the project yet...it's not fair...
Phone:don't make it any difficult for us...your computer will automatically shut off in the next 10mins. All your work-related files and folders will be sent to your office where you can find them after your vacation....thank you for listening patiently to us...enjoy your vacation!
WHLC: its not fair... oh my god...the computer is shutting off...someone stop it... help...this is...oh my god...someone...
Thus, the workholic was doomed to a three weeks' vacation to the much relief of his family. The WHLC however had torturous hours staring at the clear blue ocean and the sunny sky... i am sure he saw his project and his calculations on them too!
damn!
how come?
'here's ur tea dear'
35+65+693+58+69596+6958+245+658+845+3215+651+85.... tring! tring! tring! tring!
why don't you ever pick up the phone?!
Shh...damn...all over again...
35+65+693+58+69596+6958+245+658+845+3215...651...taxation..no, there has to be a reversal made...where's the voucher....
13.5 percent times 3 for 12 months...and then...
dyaddy! dyaddy! look at me....i am a spiderman!...dyaddy!...dyaddy? dyaaa...huunn..mommy...
why do you scare the child so much...can't you do those stuff at your office?
come, we will play...spiderman and superman...rite? dhishum...dhishum....
13.5 percent...tring, tring, tring...tring, tring, tring...
Hel-lu...mr. devdass association...this is the residence though...
Phone: think, we have met the right person...are you at your home computer sir? working on your office work?
WHLC: aaa....i ....actually...aaa...no......
Phone: don't move, don't try to escape...all routes will be closing...and we have surrounded your house...you have crossed the work limit hours per week...you are charged of working too much and contributing excessively to the annual GDP per capita... you will be penalized...to a forced vacation with your family to hawaii for the next three weeks...all costs born by the rehab....
WHLC: you can't do that...its a crime...i haven't finished the project yet...it's not fair...
Phone:don't make it any difficult for us...your computer will automatically shut off in the next 10mins. All your work-related files and folders will be sent to your office where you can find them after your vacation....thank you for listening patiently to us...enjoy your vacation!
WHLC: its not fair... oh my god...the computer is shutting off...someone stop it... help...this is...oh my god...someone...
Thus, the workholic was doomed to a three weeks' vacation to the much relief of his family. The WHLC however had torturous hours staring at the clear blue ocean and the sunny sky... i am sure he saw his project and his calculations on them too!
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
long time no ramble
Soliloquy: wish i knew my next station...i'd probably pull the bell right now... but i will just move on...and on and on...to see beyond the next corner, the next and the next...
the grey cells in the head seem to be numb and the fingers just lull over the black keys, to type in their own pace. the knots and bolts of the body seem to be chugging on their own, like an old train.
the situation is such- i don't know what i just said. i don't know what i am supposed to do. i called three extensions to get no reply and there is a desperate need to talk to someone on things you don't want to discuss.
n then the phone rings for me to give nonsensical replies like - i don't know and it seems so and guess it is right.
efficiencies and inefficiencies. effectiveness and ineffectiveness. management terms go haywire in the head to mix into potpourri of jargonless haphazard.
Information: Anil Ambani was voted the favorite businessman, Laxmi Mittal the favorite NRI and Sonia Gandhi the favorite politician...and yes, Amitabh the fav actor as usual -TOI-christmas day
Compliment: yesterday, got a strange kind of statement for me...it went - i like your way of communication, i think i have learned smthing myself - i was like ? ?
branding is deep deep deep...deeper than I ever thought it would be. its hectic. its tiring. its difficult and its meticulous. i don't do it. i see it being done - that's all the more difficult.
there are these 'thought ofthe day' that a friend of mine keeps posted me with each day, some are good ones like -
do what you want,
be who you are
and
say what you feel,
because
those who mind, don't matter
and
those who matter, don't mind
and a very applicable one:
Don't make promise when you are in joy.
Don't reply when you are sad.
Don't take decision when you are angry.
Think twice..., Act Wise.
n you go thinking like...hmmm......
the grey cells in the head seem to be numb and the fingers just lull over the black keys, to type in their own pace. the knots and bolts of the body seem to be chugging on their own, like an old train.
the situation is such- i don't know what i just said. i don't know what i am supposed to do. i called three extensions to get no reply and there is a desperate need to talk to someone on things you don't want to discuss.
n then the phone rings for me to give nonsensical replies like - i don't know and it seems so and guess it is right.
efficiencies and inefficiencies. effectiveness and ineffectiveness. management terms go haywire in the head to mix into potpourri of jargonless haphazard.
Information: Anil Ambani was voted the favorite businessman, Laxmi Mittal the favorite NRI and Sonia Gandhi the favorite politician...and yes, Amitabh the fav actor as usual -TOI-christmas day
Compliment: yesterday, got a strange kind of statement for me...it went - i like your way of communication, i think i have learned smthing myself - i was like ? ?
branding is deep deep deep...deeper than I ever thought it would be. its hectic. its tiring. its difficult and its meticulous. i don't do it. i see it being done - that's all the more difficult.
there are these 'thought ofthe day' that a friend of mine keeps posted me with each day, some are good ones like -
do what you want,
be who you are
and
say what you feel,
because
those who mind, don't matter
and
those who matter, don't mind
and a very applicable one:
Don't make promise when you are in joy.
Don't reply when you are sad.
Don't take decision when you are angry.
Think twice..., Act Wise.
n you go thinking like...hmmm......
Monday, December 25, 2006
the waiting
made the phone call
rambled through my handbag
stared at the ceiling
counted the overhead lights
analyzed all the paintings on the wall
read the famous sayings posted there
talked to the next stranger
listened to his woes
rambled the bag again
made a second call
stared enough at the clock
to see the minute-hand move
stared at the ceiling again
talked to the next stranger
passed a couple of smiles around
to get back v. few
i start thinking - what a world it is
all strangers around
jus then the door opens
the priest says - next!
ah! i sigh - the waiting is over
rambled through my handbag
stared at the ceiling
counted the overhead lights
analyzed all the paintings on the wall
read the famous sayings posted there
talked to the next stranger
listened to his woes
rambled the bag again
made a second call
stared enough at the clock
to see the minute-hand move
stared at the ceiling again
talked to the next stranger
passed a couple of smiles around
to get back v. few
i start thinking - what a world it is
all strangers around
jus then the door opens
the priest says - next!
ah! i sigh - the waiting is over
Monday, November 27, 2006
mandah:
the seasons of change...the festive season...
tell me it's there...
now and forever...
celebrate daily smiles...
the fun and flavor...
the evenings subtle ...
and the mornings bright...
frivolous minds...
healthy smiles...
oh, naughty eyes...
tell me why...
oh, don wanna shed...
this state of mind.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
the right glove
So the two of them were in search of the right glove as the title above rightly puts it. One of them was sweaty in the bright lit store and the other one cold. But both of them frantic of one common goal - finding the right glove. Now right here clearly creates a confusion - it was not the right as in "the correct one" but right as in the left and the right - the glove for the right hand. They were sure of the left one - the one they held - all chosen and decided - a sleek black leather glove - all alone on top of the rack -alone - set apart from the rest - to show it was the "chosen" one - waiting for its mate - the right one. The two of them had nothing else in mind - even if they did have smthing, it took a back seat at that moment to find the right glove. They looked for the glove among the other gloves, behind the othe gloves, beneath-under-above-between-below-beside- but the perfect match in the tiny heap of about 20pairs of gloves were not to be found. A few had already tied the knot- so that wen u thot u found the perfect match, it was already tied up with some other pair.
So as we searched for right pair, we became a lil philosophical, a lil pensive, a lil more tired, a lil irritated. Let's not buy a glove if we can't get a perfect match - said he. And the thot was contemplated - and processed - in the lil black box atop the neck. Nah - let's find the perfect match - left glove in the left hand and the right one in the right - they will be a lil different - after all, they have individual existence - their own idiosyncracies - they will be a lil different - and they will be together - that's the fun of it all - that's the joy! And the payment made, the a-lil-different-pair-of-gloves stayed in the bag contented to find the perfect match!
So as we searched for right pair, we became a lil philosophical, a lil pensive, a lil more tired, a lil irritated. Let's not buy a glove if we can't get a perfect match - said he. And the thot was contemplated - and processed - in the lil black box atop the neck. Nah - let's find the perfect match - left glove in the left hand and the right one in the right - they will be a lil different - after all, they have individual existence - their own idiosyncracies - they will be a lil different - and they will be together - that's the fun of it all - that's the joy! And the payment made, the a-lil-different-pair-of-gloves stayed in the bag contented to find the perfect match!
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
one word
Surely the anniversary of this li'l space is long past due...
Early morning today, i learnt the meaning of a word...zeitgeist.
i didn't know any such word was in existence. But surely it is, and quite a nice word it is... it means the spirit of the times...
Life has reached that crucial stage where one needs to make not just one but quite a few critical decisions. Decisions that would shape life forever.
there is a site called oneword.com...i have tried it a few times..it gives u certain second to write on a particular word....it's amazing how things come out of your mind in that time....it's fun to write and then to read someone's else's entry in that many seconds....
Early morning today, i learnt the meaning of a word...zeitgeist.
i didn't know any such word was in existence. But surely it is, and quite a nice word it is... it means the spirit of the times...
Life has reached that crucial stage where one needs to make not just one but quite a few critical decisions. Decisions that would shape life forever.
there is a site called oneword.com...i have tried it a few times..it gives u certain second to write on a particular word....it's amazing how things come out of your mind in that time....it's fun to write and then to read someone's else's entry in that many seconds....
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
fizzy feelings
I am on my bed lying flat staring at the white ceiling. The bus whoozes towards me on the empty street, almost hits me and whoozes past me in the dark empty streets beyond. A next bus comes does the same. A motorbike, a cab, a car and a truck and the number increases as i stare at the white ceiling. And all of them almost hit me to taper into nothingness.
A fire at one end and a fool at other. I was pretty hit by that sms i got from a fren. Cigarette and a :colon and that phrase. A short sms that was, but quite solid.
Household work is the main stay for many women even today. But why do we feel so unproductive when on a puja day all we do is make diyo lights or prepare flower garlands or mithais?
A fire at one end and a fool at other. I was pretty hit by that sms i got from a fren. Cigarette and a :colon and that phrase. A short sms that was, but quite solid.
Household work is the main stay for many women even today. But why do we feel so unproductive when on a puja day all we do is make diyo lights or prepare flower garlands or mithais?
Sunday, October 22, 2006
smses and atms
shrtcuts r taking over the lng-routes
gve me a mssed call wen u're there.
wot? the mom asks in stark disgust.
not jus simple daily conversations like these, most momz are lost wen the kids be engrossed in the 'whose line is it anyway'z n 'hitchhiker's guide to galaxy'z ...
n the kids go bust xplaining them the sequences that it's monica who's married and ross who fell in love with rachel n it's phoebe who loves to sing...
n e ways,
todayz three:
1. cleaning cleaning...cleaning my room after such a long time... off its dust n mess
2. clicking pics with bro in the self-click mode
3. tihar shopping ... bhogatez, lakhamariz, swan-ma n masala (dry fruits)
gve me a mssed call wen u're there.
wot? the mom asks in stark disgust.
not jus simple daily conversations like these, most momz are lost wen the kids be engrossed in the 'whose line is it anyway'z n 'hitchhiker's guide to galaxy'z ...
n the kids go bust xplaining them the sequences that it's monica who's married and ross who fell in love with rachel n it's phoebe who loves to sing...
n e ways,
todayz three:
1. cleaning cleaning...cleaning my room after such a long time... off its dust n mess
2. clicking pics with bro in the self-click mode
3. tihar shopping ... bhogatez, lakhamariz, swan-ma n masala (dry fruits)
Thursday, October 19, 2006
copycat
M trying to copy smthing from a blog i came across a few weeks back. Courtsey to the blog...
Three good things today:
1. had lunch together with frens
2. the rain
3. live music
Three good things today:
1. had lunch together with frens
2. the rain
3. live music
Monday, October 16, 2006
scramble
Shris has a new member in her family...a german shephard...she's called DJ - guess what it stands for ...Dashing Junior...her mom is called Dashing...
She said DJ will have her family reunion in Tihar when all her relatives who has DJ's kins will come to her place. Happy reunioun!
Bro asked me to draft a resignation letter...then i kept on thinking... how the hell does one write a resignation letter? it's a pretty irritating task for one who has never done it before.
One senior guy at work accidentally picked up my phone to praise it...but old model as it is...he couldn't say anything and said it's a nice blue... on which i replied ya, the phone's reception is good. What kind of conversation is that to pass the day?
Deep bright red... all of us three girls had deep bright red shirts on by accident... and we were telling melon he shud've had on his too... we could take a snap and frame it up to read... the redincidental day!
so tomoro could be a walk walk walking day for all-o-fuzz... something's brewing in the air...Probabale bandh ... we heard the rumour...
how can one get used to it? all of us kind of expect on the back of our minds that we'll have to walk to work in a gap of one month or so...coz it's all there...nothing of political nature has been settled ... not until the next meeting atleast... and then, all unsettled matters are brought to the streets...
She said DJ will have her family reunion in Tihar when all her relatives who has DJ's kins will come to her place. Happy reunioun!
Bro asked me to draft a resignation letter...then i kept on thinking... how the hell does one write a resignation letter? it's a pretty irritating task for one who has never done it before.
One senior guy at work accidentally picked up my phone to praise it...but old model as it is...he couldn't say anything and said it's a nice blue... on which i replied ya, the phone's reception is good. What kind of conversation is that to pass the day?
Deep bright red... all of us three girls had deep bright red shirts on by accident... and we were telling melon he shud've had on his too... we could take a snap and frame it up to read... the redincidental day!
so tomoro could be a walk walk walking day for all-o-fuzz... something's brewing in the air...Probabale bandh ... we heard the rumour...
how can one get used to it? all of us kind of expect on the back of our minds that we'll have to walk to work in a gap of one month or so...coz it's all there...nothing of political nature has been settled ... not until the next meeting atleast... and then, all unsettled matters are brought to the streets...
Thursday, October 12, 2006
cya 2moro
Too tired to post anything.
so here's a corrs lyrics ...courtesy: lyricsdomain.com
so here's a corrs lyrics ...courtesy: lyricsdomain.com
When your day is long
And the night
The night is yours alone
When you're sure you've had enough of this life
Well hang on
Don't let yourself go
Cause everybody cries
And everybody hurts
Sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along
(When your day is night alone)
Hold on, hold on
(If you feel like letting go)
Hold on
If you think you've had too much of this life
Well hang on
Cause everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts
Don't throw your hand
Oh, no
Don't throw your hand
When you feel like you're alone
No, no, no, you're not alone
If you're on your own
In this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much
Of this life
To hang on
Well, everybody hurts
Sometimes, everybody cries
And everybody hurts
Sometimes
And everybody hurts
Sometimes
So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
(Everybody hurts
You are not alone)
Monday, October 09, 2006
pears and plums
Nice painting na? found it on blogs of note... you can even bid for it!
http://rebeccabischoff.blogspot.com/
Fruits: direct from wiki -
Fruit is a part of a tree or bush that contains seeds. It is often eaten as a food.
Most fruits we eat contain a lot of water. They contain natural sugar. They have a large amount of dietary fiber at the peel, seeds, and fibrous parts. All fruits contain iron, and they are very low in protein and fat content.
Sometimes "to bear fruit" also means "to produce results".
"Fruit" (or "rotten fruit") can also sometimes be slang for "a homosexual". I didn't know that!
Types of fruits:
I found the list of berries of particular interest... didn't know there were so many types of berries! how many have you tried??There's even Huckleberry...
nomenclature seems to have gone out of stock for any berry-berry name towards the end of the list!
Berries
- Blackberry, dewberry, boysenberry, and loganberry
- Raspberry,
- Cloudberry
- Wineberry
- Salmonberry
- Loganberry
- Thimbleberry
- Bearberry
- Bilberry
- Blueberry
- Crowberry
- Timberry
- Cranberry
- Huckleberry
- Lingonberry
- Strawberry Tree , not to be confused with the Strawberry
Other berries:
- Barberry
- Currant , red, black, and white types
- Elderberry
- Gooseberry
- Hackberry
- Honeysuckle: the berries of some species (called honeyberries) are edible, others are poisonous
- Mayapple
- Nannyberry
- Oregon grape
- Sea-buckthorn
- Sea Grape
- Wolfberry
- Mulberry
Sunday, October 08, 2006
lampshades and cool green grass
That's my breakfast...no, i am not on diet... jus love Citruses... is there a plural form to Citrus? don't know...
Anyways, back to the Cubicles (Kuh-beeh-kles) after so many days... to reply to all the greetings that came in.
This period between Dashain and Tihar is real lazy lazy days... coz there are two simultaneous things into play... one, the hangover from Dashain... other, the pre-holiday symptoms of Tihar...
Colorful Lampshades with a light evening music...
Cool wet green grass on a hot humid day...
Today was one of the most hectic days i have had in many many days... everything took place fast and furious... and had to skip lunch...
Shris jus called me on my cell... she is on the phone write now... and I listen to her day's happening...
which means i will have to go now...
have lost my power of multitasking!
Sunday, October 01, 2006
What's that i smell in the air?
i read a short mail on paradigm shift by someone a few days back... and it took me back to one of my college days where we watched a video on a swiss watchmaker and how there was paradigm shift in the industry... so that the Japanese strode over them...
unrelated and insequential stuff like these were hitting my mind all morning... like i was trying to remember the lyrics of the song 'purani jeans' ... i had the whole song written down when our class sang it on the last day of school ...but had never quite understood the meaning!
the duck we were to sacrifice, bit me on my arm - an offensive snap actually... n then it was dead in a matter of minutes.... rather, it was sacrificed... i got pensive after that.. recovered a few times with a few glasses of coke....
i finally go the chance to sit down n finish 'tutor of history' sterday... i liked it unlike many comments i heard abt it.... all in all it has captured the sentiments of a Nepali... quite tastefully....
Last time i met nidhs, she commented that i had changed... haven't had a holistic conversation to find out how and to what extent....
haven't had... hadn't had... haven't had... is that right english? haven't had...if that sounds alright...should be right...
like last year... haven't touched the playing cards for a single hand this dashain.. it's difficult to resist but m learning a few techniques.... don't let others around u play, n it's easier to restrain urself... a selfish motive....but it's working...
m concentrating on using my time more productively... m reading voraciously whatever comes my way... it's necessary...coz i hardly get time to read n e other day...n there's so much to catch up... .... mom thinks i have gone crazy... sitting with a book - on a fine dashain, deserted day... ...yeh toh gayi!......for those not in kathmandu.... the roads are deserted.... shops are all closed... at least those around where i live.... very less traffic, pollution n noise....
n for those v. far off who are confused... it's nawami today... n it's tika day tomorrow!
So, Happy and Peaceful Dashami... that's all i can wish for now! Goodnite.
unrelated and insequential stuff like these were hitting my mind all morning... like i was trying to remember the lyrics of the song 'purani jeans' ... i had the whole song written down when our class sang it on the last day of school ...but had never quite understood the meaning!
the duck we were to sacrifice, bit me on my arm - an offensive snap actually... n then it was dead in a matter of minutes.... rather, it was sacrificed... i got pensive after that.. recovered a few times with a few glasses of coke....
i finally go the chance to sit down n finish 'tutor of history' sterday... i liked it unlike many comments i heard abt it.... all in all it has captured the sentiments of a Nepali... quite tastefully....
Last time i met nidhs, she commented that i had changed... haven't had a holistic conversation to find out how and to what extent....
haven't had... hadn't had... haven't had... is that right english? haven't had...if that sounds alright...should be right...
like last year... haven't touched the playing cards for a single hand this dashain.. it's difficult to resist but m learning a few techniques.... don't let others around u play, n it's easier to restrain urself... a selfish motive....but it's working...
m concentrating on using my time more productively... m reading voraciously whatever comes my way... it's necessary...coz i hardly get time to read n e other day...n there's so much to catch up... .... mom thinks i have gone crazy... sitting with a book - on a fine dashain, deserted day... ...yeh toh gayi!......for those not in kathmandu.... the roads are deserted.... shops are all closed... at least those around where i live.... very less traffic, pollution n noise....
n for those v. far off who are confused... it's nawami today... n it's tika day tomorrow!
So, Happy and Peaceful Dashami... that's all i can wish for now! Goodnite.
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