Honey, I’m home! Was the sort of exclamation I should’ve made on my return from Dubai. The reality was quite contrary, from the minute I bought the ticket home till this moment every cell in my body’s been screaming to remain in Dubai. Maybe because I was just not ready to come home yet, maybe because I hadn’t had enough time to let it sink in that I’d be leaving Dubai and God forbid for good. That is probably why I hadn’t bought the ticket until the last day or packed until the last hour. Ironically, no matter how much I cursed it, I want that life back! I want those friends back. I want all of it back!!!
I want to pile into those little toy buses like prison workers while waiting frustrated but patiently for Nair Sahab to take the last swig and dab out his cigarette and start the bus. the long rides between KV and meadows when your only two options were to make mindless conversation with the person sitting next to you or stare aimlessly out of the window while silently bearing that infernal bollywood hit number for the 100th time.
I miss the being in front of the laptop all day constantly connected to everyone else. Where everyone’s just an email away. Where a harmless email forwarded carelessly could start a war and everybody would just jump in for the action whether it concerned them or not. Spend the entire day surfing the web reading random articles.
The people, I miss the most. Long walks around lakes, houses, trees with friends, strangers and peace. The quirky conversations spilling with humour, sprinkled with satire, seasoned with intellect –pseudo or otherwise.
Before I lose my mind over this god please help me find some form of business!
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Friday, March 03, 2006
What I hate abt Blogging
Its always at the back of ur mind.
No matter what ur doing - taking the bus home, taking a dump or talking to ur love interest - You’re always wondering whether you can blog about it. You’re constantly measuring its ‘blogability index’(somebody has a trademark on this word). You hack away a 1000 word essay in your head at the speed of light.. Ofcourse, these words come to you at the most opportune times such as the examples mentioned above. There is absolutely no means of recording this lucid flow of thoughts. Five minutes later the bus stops or you pull the lever and your beautiful piece of literature is flushed down the drain.
Finally, one day you find the time and conviction to sit down in front of your computer and write about something and your mind gives you haath (Hyderabadi expression for ditching). It pretends to be the reflection of the maansarovar – clear and serene. Hello, I’m not exactly sitting down to meditate here! Noorie be my name, if it were half as still when I am actually trying to meditate!
[edited]
Then you forcefully wake imagination up from its Kumbhkaran like hibernation, it gets to work bleary-eyed and u end up typing random stuff like this.
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Then, imagination comes to the rescue on a dark stead, with a diamond on it forehead, and you end up typing random stuff like this.
No matter what ur doing - taking the bus home, taking a dump or talking to ur love interest - You’re always wondering whether you can blog about it. You’re constantly measuring its ‘blogability index’(somebody has a trademark on this word). You hack away a 1000 word essay in your head at the speed of light.. Ofcourse, these words come to you at the most opportune times such as the examples mentioned above. There is absolutely no means of recording this lucid flow of thoughts. Five minutes later the bus stops or you pull the lever and your beautiful piece of literature is flushed down the drain.
Finally, one day you find the time and conviction to sit down in front of your computer and write about something and your mind gives you haath (Hyderabadi expression for ditching). It pretends to be the reflection of the maansarovar – clear and serene. Hello, I’m not exactly sitting down to meditate here! Noorie be my name, if it were half as still when I am actually trying to meditate!
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Then you forcefully wake imagination up from its Kumbhkaran like hibernation, it gets to work bleary-eyed and u end up typing random stuff like this.
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Thursday, February 23, 2006
My two lips are Sealed
Have you ever been startled by your own voice? I have, lots of times. Infact all the time. I am by nature a very quiet person. Atleast that is how I appear form a distance i.e. to the people who aren’t as close to me. While I’m quiet I have whole conversations in my head, reach logical/illogical conclusions by myself, and crack jokes that crack me up. It’s an entire world happening in my head. On the rare occasion that I do happen to blurt something out the look on my face is identical to that of the people around me, who happened to have heard me; shocked. It takes some time to recover from the shock before I can comprehend the implications of what I’ve said and then device a rescue. Another two words stumble out of my mouth, still incoherent to the world. I resign to my world and everybody else as a lost cause.
It takes a lot out of me to make a verbal oral conversation with people the normal way. I’ve been practicing saying ‘Hi’ to people. Yes, I have to make a conscious effort to say ‘Hi’ to people, I used to smile or nod before i started this excercise.
When you’re this closed to the outside world, people tend to form different notions of you. Some think you’re a snobbish bitch who thinks it’s beneath her to talk to them or you have an ego the size of Atlantis. Some think you’re trying to play mind games with them by just smiling at them. Most often they just assume you are dumb. It’s a tough job to juggle so many images/mis-images at the same time.
It’s a tough life, living quietly. You tend not to have friends or just few friends. It is extremely difficult to express yourself, your feelings, you happiness, your sadness. You find yourself incapable of sharing your emotions, of approaching anybody for help. Then out of shear desperation you turn to the Arts, the alternative form of expression. It is an introvert’s attempt to reach out.
PS: Please don’t approach me personally asking me questions about this blog; I don’t think I’ll be able to answer them.
It takes a lot out of me to make a verbal oral conversation with people the normal way. I’ve been practicing saying ‘Hi’ to people. Yes, I have to make a conscious effort to say ‘Hi’ to people, I used to smile or nod before i started this excercise.
When you’re this closed to the outside world, people tend to form different notions of you. Some think you’re a snobbish bitch who thinks it’s beneath her to talk to them or you have an ego the size of Atlantis. Some think you’re trying to play mind games with them by just smiling at them. Most often they just assume you are dumb. It’s a tough job to juggle so many images/mis-images at the same time.
It’s a tough life, living quietly. You tend not to have friends or just few friends. It is extremely difficult to express yourself, your feelings, you happiness, your sadness. You find yourself incapable of sharing your emotions, of approaching anybody for help. Then out of shear desperation you turn to the Arts, the alternative form of expression. It is an introvert’s attempt to reach out.
PS: Please don’t approach me personally asking me questions about this blog; I don’t think I’ll be able to answer them.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Simple Things Part 2 - Dirty Vegas
yes i've run a mile in my head
didn't listen to the things that you said
but it's the simple things that make you smile
it's the simple things that make you smile
so what went wrong?
was it me that let you down again?
so what went wrong?
how could I ever lose my best friend?
cause i've climbed these walls to clear my head
thought I was something more but I'm a fool instead
but it's the simple things that make you smile
it's the simple things that make you smile
so what went wrong?
was it me that let you down again?
so what went wrong?
how could I ever lose my best friend?
didn't listen to the things that you said
but it's the simple things that make you smile
it's the simple things that make you smile
so what went wrong?
was it me that let you down again?
so what went wrong?
how could I ever lose my best friend?
cause i've climbed these walls to clear my head
thought I was something more but I'm a fool instead
but it's the simple things that make you smile
it's the simple things that make you smile
so what went wrong?
was it me that let you down again?
so what went wrong?
how could I ever lose my best friend?
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Fool Again
It starts of with a little hello,
A three-minutes-and-i-gotta-go'
Slowly the conversations grow longer
The bonds we have grow stronger
There are animated discussions and modulation of tone
It'd be so difficult to hang up the phone
Then one day you found somebody
who made you feel all fuddy-duddy
it drained on us from the start
Slowly we grew apart
Now you think of me no more
The past we cannot restore
The friendship we had is lost
You've found love at that cost
A three-minutes-and-i-gotta-go'
Slowly the conversations grow longer
The bonds we have grow stronger
There are animated discussions and modulation of tone
It'd be so difficult to hang up the phone
Then one day you found somebody
who made you feel all fuddy-duddy
it drained on us from the start
Slowly we grew apart
Now you think of me no more
The past we cannot restore
The friendship we had is lost
You've found love at that cost
Monday, January 30, 2006
The Suspense Continues...
The much awaited sequel to "Kerla trip pt 1". Since grammer was defenestrated last time, i think, it kind of died by the time my brother wrote this one. Added a little to this one just so that it'd make sense to you. :)
From: My Brother
Sent: Thursday, January 26, 2006 9:53 PM
To: Me
Subject: kerla trip part 2
Day 5
:d here i go again
as everyday i woke up on time thnks to my friends we had our breakfast and left for a place to see almost extinct animal called nilgiri tar (i dont know how to spell it) we had to do some mountain climbing and all it was cool. before the trip my teacher told not to look down we went half way on jeeps almost 10 ppl in one jeep so abt 24 jeeps.Then we went climbing, not actual climbing a rocky surface, to climb can walk but while doing tht i looked down O_O we were on the higgest hill in munnar we were almost at the top.
i almost felt like shouting aahh but i was brave i didnt we reached a plain area then we found a road and walked on it we saw the animal on the way it had huge horns one of them went on to hit my friend but it was just a sracth then we took photos and all i will try to send u the photos we had fun there then we went to some place had our lunch and set off to a maluapetty dam (ok it sounded like that, dont know whether it was) i bought some tasty home made good for nothing chocolate there and u know they give 9 pieces and i had only 1/2 guess what happened to others keep on guessing i'm waiting tra...lalallllaaaa
laala
[chorus]
i'hve become so dumb i cant remember anything there become so much more dumb i will be coming there just wait and keep on guessing i am just a time pass I HAVE BECOME SO dumd
[chorus end]
:D this is the suspense in the end u will know.
i bought a toy gun there with tht irritating sound as u know i like to irritae i irritated everyone it the bus what i did was i hid the gun under the seat in such a way tht i can make the ssound with anyone knowing its me so i made everyone so irritated tht i felt sad for them and left playing it (actually wht happened was they all came to know in one instant and took away my gun ) we then went for some tea shopping i bought some tea and all .we reached did some time pass. today we had a bonfire again we thought we will dance again but teachers said no dancing tonite awwww but we will have a tombola and the winner would get a dinner for 2 at green park hotel. my friend won but it was a tie with a junior as the the tickets were duplicate so she gave the prize away to the junior. u know what i didnt win anything actually there shud be a prize of the least no.s cut in a ticket i would have surely won it becoz only one of my no.s in the whole ticket was called out and tht was no 1 .
then we had a delicious dinner and went to bed.
Day 6
we all had a early breakfast and left for cochin and on the way was veegaland a ocean park type place . we started at 8 reached veegaland by 1:30 stayed there till 6 during this time i had fun on dashing cars. [they showed us] one small picture in which they take u on a very dagerous ride and twist and shake us it was worth seeing .U know us we rarely sit on gigantic rides i was forced to sit on 4 of thm. i almost fainted on the first one but other 3 went on quiet well. it was 6 we had to meet at musical fountain karke place it was beautiful we reached our hotel at 7 and had rest and then had dinner which sucked the teachers had decided to have a party like we had in munnar but all the children were too tried to have one more party some weren’t but they were very few so they called it off :(. we all had a sound sleep .
Day 7
we had our breakfast and left for the station
it was pretty much the same on return as we came only 2 differences were my friend didnt jump on me and i wasnt on the window seat :)
and the train was again 4 hours late but when i met mom i was sooooo happy
xxxxxxxxxxxTHE EHNDxxxxxxxxxxxxx
U know what i ddint lose anything during the journey :)
HMMMMMMMMM am i missing something really am I ? if i am plz reply hmmmmm what am i missing
love
gul muaaah
From: My Brother
Sent: Thursday, January 26, 2006 9:53 PM
To: Me
Subject: kerla trip part 2
Day 5
:d here i go again
as everyday i woke up on time thnks to my friends we had our breakfast and left for a place to see almost extinct animal called nilgiri tar (i dont know how to spell it) we had to do some mountain climbing and all it was cool. before the trip my teacher told not to look down we went half way on jeeps almost 10 ppl in one jeep so abt 24 jeeps.Then we went climbing, not actual climbing a rocky surface, to climb can walk but while doing tht i looked down O_O we were on the higgest hill in munnar we were almost at the top.
i almost felt like shouting aahh but i was brave i didnt we reached a plain area then we found a road and walked on it we saw the animal on the way it had huge horns one of them went on to hit my friend but it was just a sracth then we took photos and all i will try to send u the photos we had fun there then we went to some place had our lunch and set off to a maluapetty dam (ok it sounded like that, dont know whether it was) i bought some tasty home made good for nothing chocolate there and u know they give 9 pieces and i had only 1/2 guess what happened to others keep on guessing i'm waiting tra...lalallllaaaa
laala
[chorus]
i'hve become so dumb i cant remember anything there become so much more dumb i will be coming there just wait and keep on guessing i am just a time pass I HAVE BECOME SO dumd
[chorus end]
:D this is the suspense in the end u will know.
i bought a toy gun there with tht irritating sound as u know i like to irritae i irritated everyone it the bus what i did was i hid the gun under the seat in such a way tht i can make the ssound with anyone knowing its me so i made everyone so irritated tht i felt sad for them and left playing it (actually wht happened was they all came to know in one instant and took away my gun ) we then went for some tea shopping i bought some tea and all .we reached did some time pass. today we had a bonfire again we thought we will dance again but teachers said no dancing tonite awwww but we will have a tombola and the winner would get a dinner for 2 at green park hotel. my friend won but it was a tie with a junior as the the tickets were duplicate so she gave the prize away to the junior. u know what i didnt win anything actually there shud be a prize of the least no.s cut in a ticket i would have surely won it becoz only one of my no.s in the whole ticket was called out and tht was no 1 .
then we had a delicious dinner and went to bed.
Day 6
we all had a early breakfast and left for cochin and on the way was veegaland a ocean park type place . we started at 8 reached veegaland by 1:30 stayed there till 6 during this time i had fun on dashing cars. [they showed us] one small picture in which they take u on a very dagerous ride and twist and shake us it was worth seeing .U know us we rarely sit on gigantic rides i was forced to sit on 4 of thm. i almost fainted on the first one but other 3 went on quiet well. it was 6 we had to meet at musical fountain karke place it was beautiful we reached our hotel at 7 and had rest and then had dinner which sucked the teachers had decided to have a party like we had in munnar but all the children were too tried to have one more party some weren’t but they were very few so they called it off :(. we all had a sound sleep .
Day 7
we had our breakfast and left for the station
it was pretty much the same on return as we came only 2 differences were my friend didnt jump on me and i wasnt on the window seat :)
and the train was again 4 hours late but when i met mom i was sooooo happy
xxxxxxxxxxxTHE EHNDxxxxxxxxxxxxx
U know what i ddint lose anything during the journey :)
HMMMMMMMMM am i missing something really am I ? if i am plz reply hmmmmm what am i missing
love
gul muaaah
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Distance to Discovery
My kid brother's day by day account of his school trip to the Backwaters, relayed to me in an email. By far the best email i've every recieved obviously for sentimental reasons. Distance has led to my discovery of this flair for writing in him. Ofcourse grammer's taken a leap out of the window here, but he's an entertainer for sure. Someday when he starts a blog, we'll move this there :)
Some notes:
Gullu: thats what we call him pyar se :D
Chi: Stands for chikky, younger sister ..elder to him tho :)
Some notes:
Gullu: thats what we call him pyar se :D
Chi: Stands for chikky, younger sister ..elder to him tho :)
From: My Brother
Sent: Wednesday, January 25, 2006 9:45 PM
To: me
Subject: Kerla trip pt 1
hoy,
ya asked me to right abt my kerla trip so here it goes
day 1
i left the house at 9:30 after eating mommy ka brain we reached there (station) at 10:15 we were supposed to reach there at 10:30 there we came to know tht the train is at 12:00 i got so very pissed off i almost left like killing anyone who comes in my way like why the hell did they call us at 10:30
ok i took it light bolke i boarded the train we started . At 1:00 i was so hungry tht i ate up all the food mom gave me to eat for 2 days hen suddenly as i finished the food the organisers sent the lunch i felt so bad tht i ate up all my food and then the food comes here i learnt to save :) then i felt hungry all evening and the next day too .
Oh! i for got to tell abt the might time we all slept at 12 in the night i was freezing be coz my seat was next to the the door like it was seat no 1
ok i some how slept and suddenly my friend raghu u know him ?? ok anyways this guy is very fat but a cool guy he doesnt get sleep in the trains and likes to wake everyone up this guy helped me reach the bus on time through out the trip or else i would be sleeping the whole day ok this guy jumped on me to wake me up !!!! tht goota hurt when 85 KGs of human flesh jumps on u !!!
i couldnt get sleep for the whole night (he did the same thing to all ppl in our compartment like all our friends. ok so we talked and played away the whole night.
DAY 2
ok morning 7 i called up mom .Then i was so excited tht we will reach by 1 but to my horror when the breakfast came i asked the waiter when the train will reach he said it is 4 hours late O_O I almost felt like shouting NAHIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!. When we were almost to reach the city i just wanted to check whether my number lock is working and wanted to take out a sunglasses from the bag this was the worst thing happened to me the lock wasnt opening with the right combination of numbers i had to break the lock :( but it was all fun.
Ok we reached by 5 then we ernakulam town at 5 we left for periyar at 5:10 almost a 5 hour drive .reched periyar at 10:30 i called up mom and dozed off at the hotel room.
day 3
Today we went for spice shopping and went to a lake sort of santury .i saw a bison and my self hanging or trees (monkeys) and very beautiful birds .At the spice shopping i bought chocolate tea and pain massage oil for pa .when i reached Hyd i had a sip of tht tea and it tasted like shit chi scoled me like hell coz she to drank it i drank it first and said it was good but the after taste wasnt she roared onme but i said u just asked the taste not the after taste :D.
then we reached the hotle by 7 this was time giving prank calls to room no's and all it was fun .
day4
moring i woke up all by myself at 5:00 took bath and woke my friends up .During tht time i had got some 6 prank calls and got a bit pissed off when the phone rang again i picked it up and said " wtf is your problem moring moring hamko parshan kyon kar rahe ho " the person to my horror was my gruop teacher he went off cooly asked "is everyone up get to breakfast in 10 mins ok" i got so embarssed "sorry sir!i didnt know it ws u i was angry coz i got many prank calls before this call sry" he explained " it's ok my boy we all are friends it happens ." after the phone call i said phew!! he didnt get angry at me . we left for the long waited munnar at 8:00 we reached by 3
the rest of the day was giving off for sight seeing it was soo cool we the pace we stayed at ws cool for sight seeing and we stayed in spearate cotages
5 in one in the evening we had a bonfire to which we all danced the whole night long but teachers asked us to back to our room's and sleep .
end of part one suspense will gullu have fun .what will gullu do in the next few days will he miss anyone ?? alll the in my next email coz this one was huge my hand is aching ugh
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Sunday, January 15, 2006
January 14th, 2006
When the winds blew on the equinox of spring this year
it was the sand that colored the skies, not kites.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Please Don't
To become a soulless, thoughtless zombie
To become an unfriendly, unfeeling machine
To become an irreverent yet irritable slob
To become dishonest, disgusting rattler
To become a head nodding bobby doll
To become a glib talking, greasy salesman
To have the life wrung out of you
To learn how to sell yourself
Do an MBA
To become an unfriendly, unfeeling machine
To become an irreverent yet irritable slob
To become dishonest, disgusting rattler
To become a head nodding bobby doll
To become a glib talking, greasy salesman
To have the life wrung out of you
To learn how to sell yourself
Do an MBA
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Plastic flowers
You became someone else
When you smiled for someone else
You died and can never be yourself again
You're not real, nor are your emotions
Your thought is borrowed
So are your devotions
When you smiled for someone else
You died and can never be yourself again
You're not real, nor are your emotions
Your thought is borrowed
So are your devotions
Sunday, December 25, 2005
In the shadows...
...of my mind
5 hours and 2 movies* later my head feels heavy – heavier than lead. A wasted day – my conscience is guilty – guilt, I’m doomed to. And my dreams are as troubled as my conscience. Maybe I’ll never be able to shrug it off; hopefully it’ll wash off like a bad dream. But this feeling is so part of me now. It haunts me without reason, even. Even on a well deserved vacation’s lazy Sunday afternoon when I’m chilling at home lying around watching TV it’ll slowly creep up from behind like the camera in those ghost movies and breath down my neck, drumming in my head “you’re not supposed to be wasting your life like this, you’re supposed to getting some work done. There must be some unfinished thing-to-do!” Whirr and whirr it goes on in my head and I cringe with the motion sickness like uneasiness that makes me want to puke. But I just lie there still, unmoving like a tub of lard.
Too disgustingly graphic ? Depressions do good to writing skills eh :D
Claimer: Some line have been lifted from music currently playing: Behind blue eyes – the who, in the shadows – The Rasmus.
*Bourne Supremacy followed by Gothika.
5 hours and 2 movies* later my head feels heavy – heavier than lead. A wasted day – my conscience is guilty – guilt, I’m doomed to. And my dreams are as troubled as my conscience. Maybe I’ll never be able to shrug it off; hopefully it’ll wash off like a bad dream. But this feeling is so part of me now. It haunts me without reason, even. Even on a well deserved vacation’s lazy Sunday afternoon when I’m chilling at home lying around watching TV it’ll slowly creep up from behind like the camera in those ghost movies and breath down my neck, drumming in my head “you’re not supposed to be wasting your life like this, you’re supposed to getting some work done. There must be some unfinished thing-to-do!” Whirr and whirr it goes on in my head and I cringe with the motion sickness like uneasiness that makes me want to puke. But I just lie there still, unmoving like a tub of lard.
Too disgustingly graphic ? Depressions do good to writing skills eh :D
Claimer: Some line have been lifted from music currently playing: Behind blue eyes – the who, in the shadows – The Rasmus.
*Bourne Supremacy followed by Gothika.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Enter Sandman
Sand flowing out of my ears, sand in my pants, sand going crunch between my teeth, sand on my face.
Where have I been?
Well, the desert of course!
What have I been doing?
'Sand boarding' down a dune or to admit honestly 'tumbling' would be a more apt verb to use here :D.
How do you sand board?
You first buy a ticket to the Swiss Alps, throw snow in the eyes of a swiss man, steal his board and fly back to Dubai (or any other desert land) or you can just go on a Desert Safari with all your friends for 85 die-rums only.
What do u even see in a desert safari? different types of snakes, birds of prey and camels?
Nah none of that!!! No, no this is not at all like an African Safari. Ok, there are camels there, but they come all dressed up for the occasion with crotia muzzels and jhumkaas. What you also see in a desert Safari more importantly is The Belly Dancer, who also shows you how to make a move or two.
So you think I can get some action at a desert Safari?
If being tossed around senseless, with 6 other people within the confines of a re-inforced SUV when the whole thrill is about the surprise element of the rollercoaster ride because you have no idea what the maniac at the wheel is going to do next, is your idea of action, then yes action is the agenda. This activity by the way is referred to as ‘Dune Bashing’, comes highly recommended. I say go on as many rounds as you can!!! Errr…just don’t eat too much before you get into the car.
Whatelse ?
Bah! You’re just not satisfied easy, are you! What you can also do at the desert safari is recreate you’re beach volleyball experience minus the music of the waves crashing, dress up like a girl if you are a guy, organize party games that involve collecting junk like toffee wrappers and sunglasses, tug-off wars, tying balloons to you’re shoes, stepping on you’re friends toes …errr...alll this is optional … enjoy a barbecue under the moonlight, dance like an idiot till you drop and last but not the least strike a pose and flash a smile when the photographer comes by.
Where have I been?
Well, the desert of course!
What have I been doing?
'Sand boarding' down a dune or to admit honestly 'tumbling' would be a more apt verb to use here :D.
How do you sand board?
You first buy a ticket to the Swiss Alps, throw snow in the eyes of a swiss man, steal his board and fly back to Dubai (or any other desert land) or you can just go on a Desert Safari with all your friends for 85 die-rums only.
What do u even see in a desert safari? different types of snakes, birds of prey and camels?
Nah none of that!!! No, no this is not at all like an African Safari. Ok, there are camels there, but they come all dressed up for the occasion with crotia muzzels and jhumkaas. What you also see in a desert Safari more importantly is The Belly Dancer, who also shows you how to make a move or two.
So you think I can get some action at a desert Safari?
If being tossed around senseless, with 6 other people within the confines of a re-inforced SUV when the whole thrill is about the surprise element of the rollercoaster ride because you have no idea what the maniac at the wheel is going to do next, is your idea of action, then yes action is the agenda. This activity by the way is referred to as ‘Dune Bashing’, comes highly recommended. I say go on as many rounds as you can!!! Errr…just don’t eat too much before you get into the car.
Whatelse ?
Bah! You’re just not satisfied easy, are you! What you can also do at the desert safari is recreate you’re beach volleyball experience minus the music of the waves crashing, dress up like a girl if you are a guy, organize party games that involve collecting junk like toffee wrappers and sunglasses, tug-off wars, tying balloons to you’re shoes, stepping on you’re friends toes …errr...alll this is optional … enjoy a barbecue under the moonlight, dance like an idiot till you drop and last but not the least strike a pose and flash a smile when the photographer comes by.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
High Spirits
City lights twinkling softly as you gaze downwards from the 24th floor of the Jumeirah Beach tower. Street lights streaking across like golden ribbons, intricately crisscrossing. A draft from the Arabian Sea blows against your face piercing your skin like icy needles, ruffling through your hair, rustling, sending a spasm down your spine and in the schism of the all enveloping darkness of the night you’re transported to another dimension. You’re with friends with wo've let their guard down with a little help from the alcohol in theirs and your systems. Some pouring their hearts out, others listening genuinely and you’re smiling away to glory. You’re not drunk, you’re happy.
Suddenly it all shatters as if ‘The Rock’ had entered the rink. The discontinuity between my mundane existence and the subliminality of this moment so seriously disrupted my perception of reality that being woken up with a jerk at 6 AM next morning, even before the sun decided to show up, was mental trauma beyond human endurance. I survived.
Suddenly it all shatters as if ‘The Rock’ had entered the rink. The discontinuity between my mundane existence and the subliminality of this moment so seriously disrupted my perception of reality that being woken up with a jerk at 6 AM next morning, even before the sun decided to show up, was mental trauma beyond human endurance. I survived.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Accounting for my sins
Damn! Why do I always end up blogging just before an exam!!!!!
I have a double scoop comprehensive exam in cost accounting and financial accounting coming right up, which will be served to me piping hot tomorrow morning sharp at 10 am…and what am I doing?! I’m blogging about it.
I don’t know whether liabilities appear on the left or the right side of the balance sheet. Hell payments and receipts, incomes and expenditures will somebody tell me what the bloody difference is!
I’ve studied for both the subjects, twice before – the mid-terms and the end-terms. I was super prepared for at least one of them. Then why doesn’t anything come back to me right now?!!! I’ll have to start studying all this from scratch and I sincerely don’t know where scratch is.
The fact that I know that even if I know this subject in and out today and practice every problem in that book, it’s not even going to be a blotch in my mind the minute I leave the examinations hall tomorrow. There will be no value addition. I refuse to do clerk work. It’ll come to me when I need it and even if it doesn’t I’ll do the one day crash I’m saving on today. If I can cram today, I can cram tomorrow.
This blog is going to cost me big time. It’s going to cost me a C in the costing exam. But the return on investment is far greater than the cost, now at least I’ll have my peace of mind.
Yippieee I Blogged tooo! :D
Now I should probably start studying…what do you think I should start with? Hmmm…wait lemme flip a coin. Ah the tough decision we managers have to make! :)
Have a good day people. God loves you all.
I have a double scoop comprehensive exam in cost accounting and financial accounting coming right up, which will be served to me piping hot tomorrow morning sharp at 10 am…and what am I doing?! I’m blogging about it.
I don’t know whether liabilities appear on the left or the right side of the balance sheet. Hell payments and receipts, incomes and expenditures will somebody tell me what the bloody difference is!
I’ve studied for both the subjects, twice before – the mid-terms and the end-terms. I was super prepared for at least one of them. Then why doesn’t anything come back to me right now?!!! I’ll have to start studying all this from scratch and I sincerely don’t know where scratch is.
The fact that I know that even if I know this subject in and out today and practice every problem in that book, it’s not even going to be a blotch in my mind the minute I leave the examinations hall tomorrow. There will be no value addition. I refuse to do clerk work. It’ll come to me when I need it and even if it doesn’t I’ll do the one day crash I’m saving on today. If I can cram today, I can cram tomorrow.
This blog is going to cost me big time. It’s going to cost me a C in the costing exam. But the return on investment is far greater than the cost, now at least I’ll have my peace of mind.
Yippieee I Blogged tooo! :D
Now I should probably start studying…what do you think I should start with? Hmmm…wait lemme flip a coin. Ah the tough decision we managers have to make! :)
Have a good day people. God loves you all.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
This n that
Not feeling particularly inspired today, writing just because I have the time to do so. There were so many times, since I last posted, when I was rearing to blog, but personal time is guilty time around here. Been long since the last update. So many things have transpired since.
We finally celebrated the end of the semester. Ended the spate of classes with a really happy happy IT in business Class with Professor Prem Puri, or should I say Mr. Prem Puri of IBM. Wow, such a nice person to have known. You know what I’ve realized , the higher up the ladder you go the humbler the people there are. Puri was such a darling. He was so considerate and sympathizing. One of the very few profs who treated us like human beings with thinking minds and not like lab rats out for a riot. I want to work for IBM. *Heeeee *
Went to a friend’s aunt’s place for Navratri lunch, yesterday. Such warm people. I felt so comfortable around them. Her aunt fed us with so much love. What scrumptious food. So what if I couldn’t understand or even pronounce the names of any of the dishes. I eat to my hearts content. Oh the homemade Gulab jamuns we had for dessert …my mouth’s still watering at the thought. Wish we’d brought some home. Bless all of her family, all her aunties and uncles, cousins and siblings, nieces and nephews and the rest of the family tree..you get the drift.
Spoke to a cousin today. Online. He’s such a cutie pie. I told him I lost my old phone – he got worried. I told him I bought a new one - he said he knew dal mein kuch kala hai. Lol. He’s finally graduated as a bachelor of Pharmacy. As expected, his family is forcing him to start handling the pharceutical factories they own. He’s not interested one bit. Says he’s gonna run off to UK or Australia next year. I asked him what he’s gonna do there.. he replies “who nahin socha, bas bhagna hai sochliya”. I hope he decides to stay. We’ve really had some good times together. You know before those stupid family gatherings … the first question that comes up, “Bhaiya log aarahe hain?” and they say,” Neha, chikky aayenge tohi hum aayenge”. Now what are we going to do at those family parties without them!
Another Bhaiya is currently on a train to Mathura nayi-naveli bhabhi sahit. Mujhe toh yeh Bunty-babli vale lakshan nazar aarahe hain. My bhabhi’s such a sweetu. I remember, poor thing wanted to take us all out to have a good time and you know just to get comfortable and mingle with the family. And by some odd play of fortune she ended up taking the entire family , including her saas-sasur and unke bade chote bhaiyon ki family, her parents and siblings, to ‘kya cool hain hum’. For the benefit of those who haven’t seen the movie, I’m not going to describe it. Bhabhi comes up to me and sez to me ki abh mujhe mummyji (mother-in-law) se baat karne se bhi dar lagraha hai. God! That was so hilarious. Everyone came out of the hall, with this expression that everything they saw or heard in the last 3 hrs had been expunged from their memory. Ah…my family is chill...everybody was cool about it.
I’ve really rambled on senselessly, and I’m going to shamelessly post it too, unedited. It was fun and I’m feeling lighter and happier now. Hope it was not too irritating to read.
We finally celebrated the end of the semester. Ended the spate of classes with a really happy happy IT in business Class with Professor Prem Puri, or should I say Mr. Prem Puri of IBM. Wow, such a nice person to have known. You know what I’ve realized , the higher up the ladder you go the humbler the people there are. Puri was such a darling. He was so considerate and sympathizing. One of the very few profs who treated us like human beings with thinking minds and not like lab rats out for a riot. I want to work for IBM. *Heeeee *
Went to a friend’s aunt’s place for Navratri lunch, yesterday. Such warm people. I felt so comfortable around them. Her aunt fed us with so much love. What scrumptious food. So what if I couldn’t understand or even pronounce the names of any of the dishes. I eat to my hearts content. Oh the homemade Gulab jamuns we had for dessert …my mouth’s still watering at the thought. Wish we’d brought some home. Bless all of her family, all her aunties and uncles, cousins and siblings, nieces and nephews and the rest of the family tree..you get the drift.
Spoke to a cousin today. Online. He’s such a cutie pie. I told him I lost my old phone – he got worried. I told him I bought a new one - he said he knew dal mein kuch kala hai. Lol. He’s finally graduated as a bachelor of Pharmacy. As expected, his family is forcing him to start handling the pharceutical factories they own. He’s not interested one bit. Says he’s gonna run off to UK or Australia next year. I asked him what he’s gonna do there.. he replies “who nahin socha, bas bhagna hai sochliya”. I hope he decides to stay. We’ve really had some good times together. You know before those stupid family gatherings … the first question that comes up, “Bhaiya log aarahe hain?” and they say,” Neha, chikky aayenge tohi hum aayenge”. Now what are we going to do at those family parties without them!
Another Bhaiya is currently on a train to Mathura nayi-naveli bhabhi sahit. Mujhe toh yeh Bunty-babli vale lakshan nazar aarahe hain. My bhabhi’s such a sweetu. I remember, poor thing wanted to take us all out to have a good time and you know just to get comfortable and mingle with the family. And by some odd play of fortune she ended up taking the entire family , including her saas-sasur and unke bade chote bhaiyon ki family, her parents and siblings, to ‘kya cool hain hum’. For the benefit of those who haven’t seen the movie, I’m not going to describe it. Bhabhi comes up to me and sez to me ki abh mujhe mummyji (mother-in-law) se baat karne se bhi dar lagraha hai. God! That was so hilarious. Everyone came out of the hall, with this expression that everything they saw or heard in the last 3 hrs had been expunged from their memory. Ah…my family is chill...everybody was cool about it.
I’ve really rambled on senselessly, and I’m going to shamelessly post it too, unedited. It was fun and I’m feeling lighter and happier now. Hope it was not too irritating to read.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Marketing Independence
14th August, 2005: Woke up fresh after catching up on about 7 hours of sleep(luxury ultimatus, by B-school standards), brushed, washed, and sat down to study. Study what?! Marketing Management, one of my favourite subjects…or so I thought. I opened that textbook for the first time. My first reaction: Wow! Colour print! Not LPE (Low priced edition)? I checked the cover only to conclude to my surprise, it is LPE. Jai Kotler! What a man; practicing what he’s preaching, differentiating his product by colouring the LPEs.
Half an hour of reading later, I realise I’m still on the first page and not a word’s gone in. Start surfing the book, still admiring the carefully picked colour scheme. Notice every chapter starts with a quote by Kotler titled “Kotler on marketing”. “That’s odd!”, I say to myself, “Is not this book by Kotler? How can you quote yourself in your own book?” That’s when it dawned upon me Kotler is in fact ‘Quote-ler’ misspelled. Ah, a revelation, bas abh mera din safal hogaya! I had exhausted the maximum utility derivavle from the day. So I can be sitting with the book gaping at me all day and not be able to let it have any impact on my knowledge or understanding of marketing. It was a day long session of yapping with my roomy, interspersed with guest appearances by the next door neighbours looking to take a break from being mind-fucked by Qoute-ler.
So after an entire day of bheja frying when,$ at ten in the night, you realise you’re still absolutely unprepared for the big exam the next day. Panic sets in. I throw a tantrum, “Why the hell do we have to go early to KV (that’s where our college is college) tomorrow just to sing the National Anthem? can’t we just do it after the exam?!!!”
My roomy responds in a serious tone, “None of the people would stay back. This is the only way to get them to attend it”.
The neighbour and I respond in chorus, “You shouldn’t have to force people to attend. The entire purpose is defeated if people don’t attend it out of their own will.” One of us, “Do you think just because a person doesn’t stand and sing the national anthem on Independence Day makes him less patriotic? He could be contributing in a much more constructive way to the nation, maybe through donations or social work or something”.
She responds,” It’s the least you can do for your country.”
I continue,”Can you actually disrespect a country by not standing for an anthem? I mean, it’s just a song! Isn’t your country greater than that?”
She reasserts,” It’s the least you can do for your country. And I get very pissed when I see somebody sitting while the Jana Gana Mana is being sung. I’d ask them to either stand up or leave.”
The neighbour and I look at each other wide eyed and mouth gaping in absolute astonishment. Turn back to look at her and again in a sort of a chorus, “What gives you the right to order anyone to do anything?! You just do this because you’ve been brought up to believe that, that is the right thing to do.”
Roomy retorts, “Well, when you’re living in a society there are some rules that must be followed. Patriotism is a very sensitive issue for me and it’d be better if you don’t argue with me about it.”
Her reply was something that reinforced our view of her philosophy, the philosophy we were battling. It was a lost cause, she was too adamant and we had another 8 chapters to go before the exam next day. It was 1 AM. We didn’t have the time. We buried our heads into qoutler again, my mind still whirring aloud.
Music: We don't need no education, we don't need no thought control...
PS: I'm so peeved that this post is two weeks late. Even the event that inspired this one had blurred in my memory by the time i got down to writing about it. There is so much more to be said...but perhaps that will be another day, another argument.
Half an hour of reading later, I realise I’m still on the first page and not a word’s gone in. Start surfing the book, still admiring the carefully picked colour scheme. Notice every chapter starts with a quote by Kotler titled “Kotler on marketing”. “That’s odd!”, I say to myself, “Is not this book by Kotler? How can you quote yourself in your own book?” That’s when it dawned upon me Kotler is in fact ‘Quote-ler’ misspelled. Ah, a revelation, bas abh mera din safal hogaya! I had exhausted the maximum utility derivavle from the day. So I can be sitting with the book gaping at me all day and not be able to let it have any impact on my knowledge or understanding of marketing. It was a day long session of yapping with my roomy, interspersed with guest appearances by the next door neighbours looking to take a break from being mind-fucked by Qoute-ler.
So after an entire day of bheja frying when,$ at ten in the night, you realise you’re still absolutely unprepared for the big exam the next day. Panic sets in. I throw a tantrum, “Why the hell do we have to go early to KV (that’s where our college is college) tomorrow just to sing the National Anthem? can’t we just do it after the exam?!!!”
My roomy responds in a serious tone, “None of the people would stay back. This is the only way to get them to attend it”.
The neighbour and I respond in chorus, “You shouldn’t have to force people to attend. The entire purpose is defeated if people don’t attend it out of their own will.” One of us, “Do you think just because a person doesn’t stand and sing the national anthem on Independence Day makes him less patriotic? He could be contributing in a much more constructive way to the nation, maybe through donations or social work or something”.
She responds,” It’s the least you can do for your country.”
I continue,”Can you actually disrespect a country by not standing for an anthem? I mean, it’s just a song! Isn’t your country greater than that?”
She reasserts,” It’s the least you can do for your country. And I get very pissed when I see somebody sitting while the Jana Gana Mana is being sung. I’d ask them to either stand up or leave.”
The neighbour and I look at each other wide eyed and mouth gaping in absolute astonishment. Turn back to look at her and again in a sort of a chorus, “What gives you the right to order anyone to do anything?! You just do this because you’ve been brought up to believe that, that is the right thing to do.”
Roomy retorts, “Well, when you’re living in a society there are some rules that must be followed. Patriotism is a very sensitive issue for me and it’d be better if you don’t argue with me about it.”
Her reply was something that reinforced our view of her philosophy, the philosophy we were battling. It was a lost cause, she was too adamant and we had another 8 chapters to go before the exam next day. It was 1 AM. We didn’t have the time. We buried our heads into qoutler again, my mind still whirring aloud.
Music: We don't need no education, we don't need no thought control...
PS: I'm so peeved that this post is two weeks late. Even the event that inspired this one had blurred in my memory by the time i got down to writing about it. There is so much more to be said...but perhaps that will be another day, another argument.
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