Days of blunder :(

Dont ask me how,when and why? I guess the state i am in says it all...

Something is terribly wrong with me. I did a mistake couple of days back and going to get the fruit very soon...Morning i realised my mistake and the time when i realised it was too late..i was counting the minutes for the greatest blasting of my life...then what in the fear i did 4 more blunders and too sitting next to my "lady" boss. Thats one pain..u can make a leda (male) boss understand but being a gal and dealing with lady bosses is just as easy as a negro couple giving birth to a white baby...now only thing i am waiting is for, her to find out about all these (blunders) one by one...Gosh where do i go and hide myself...Is loo safe enough from such blastings...how about the pantry??? no...how abt gents loo??? she will never guess me there...infact my best pal will also fail in guessing me in this situation :(

From tomorrow onwards i will be on leave for 10 days and will be back after new year. I guess at the right time...Was discussing my blunder with my colleague and she looked at me in horror.."How can u do such a mistake" was her first line. We both forced our knees to yield some smart answers but ..but...i guess we were expecting a local train of bihar to be as fast as Rajdhani....Bacha lo bhagwaan, next time nahin karoongi!!!!! After a lot of struggle, we gave up and now i am discussing my last wishes with her :) I told her to put red roses on my grave...i love them...also some babycorn dishes and lots of fictions..if i get bored there i can pick up my fav. ones atleast...she is just consoling me saying that "dont worry" and let me tell u ...whenever she is uttering these two words she is not able to control..she is laughing like a madman and i m pitying myself...i am also laughing on myself along with her....i am trying to make it funny....but my boss doesnt have the same sense of humour (wish she had)...Now i am thinking of various things simultaneously instead of concentrating on rest of the work..."what-if" situation haunts and i am keeping my fingers crossed...waise does anyone know the firing style of the various companies??? Do they send the firing letter thru snail-mail also ;) well i wont be regular in mails and wont be reachable on cell also.

OUT OF OFFICE/HOME/BLOG/MAILS/CELL from 22nd Dec 2005 -2nd Jan 2006. (God save my colleagues, if he saves me today)

Will be back if nexalites finds me ugly and horrible looking, as i am gng to Agartala (Tripura) to meet my dad...

Congestion in network

I find it difficult to handle when there r N number of events on the same day and my presence is solicited ;). Now for Instance 14th Dec, the day when one of my cousin was born, some 17 yrs ago...one of my classmate came to this world some 24 yrs back and guess she was sent for saving me in subject like Math(theorm types) from getting flunked...and third was a wedding of 2 of my classmates who decided to save 2 lives by marrying each other...now i was supposed to be at all the three places and unfortunately they all were in 3 different states..one in delhi..one in haryana and third was UP...NCR region...so i decided to attend my cousin's b'day party..like a good girl...

Today (15th dec) is a day when so many of my friends share their b'days...i just checked the list of b'day reminders and was amazed to see that 50% of crowd was born in DEC good ratio..but next thing which i did was to calculate 9 months in the reverse chronological manner...March and April are deadly man!!!! ;)

Oh yes i watched "Ek Ajnabee" starring Amitabh, Arjun Rampal and Parizaad. All the three are my Favs. Arjun was HOT..why only hot..he was spicy and totatly eatable types :) Given a chance i would prefer him over a roasted chicken. I hope he doesnt read blogs ;) Movie was good as per Indian standards and best part was no-behind-the-tree-songs, fed up of those jumping-jacks...

Did i mention before that i finshed Chetan Bhagat's first book 5 point someone...its a nice read..enjoyed my time reading it and i wud love to give it 9 out of 10. Reminded me of my college days :) The best part was the flow in the story which did not bore me..

And Have u ever seen hostel girls closely??? Naahh i guess u havent...Amit (not sure abt his surname) IIMa reminded me the other day abt it...

Yesterday got a sms from one of my friend...and i liked it

People are to be loved and things are to be used,
the reason for the chaos in the world is coz
Things are being loved and people are being used.
(how true!!!)

15 Ways to Confuse your Roommate

Try if u really want to have fun....

1. Sit up. Say, "time to make the donuts." Leave. Do this often.

2. Every five minutes, get up, open the door, peek out, close the door and look relieved.

3. Express an extreme fear of sunlight. Move away from and flinch at areas of the room that are sunny.

4. Pick up the phone every five minutes and say, "hello." Look confused and hang up.

5. Unwrap a candy bar. Eat the wrapper and throw the chocolate away.

6. When listening to the radio, sing along with different lyrics and a different tune.

7. Address your roommate by a different name every time you talk to him or her

8. Constantly drink from an empty glass.

9. Every time you handle something of your roommate's, use a tissue or gloves.

10. While unlocking your door with the key, complain that the engine won't start.

11. Name your animal crackers. Mourn for them after you eat them.

12. Get a pet rabbit. At a designated time every day, take the rabbit into the bathroom and engage in loud shouting matches. If your roommate inquires, refuse to discuss the situation.

13. Try to make meals using your roommate's electric blanket.

14. Put black tape over the eyes of the people in your roommate's pictures. Complain that they were staring at you.

15. Everytime your roommate falls asleep, wait ten minutes, wake him or her up and say, "it's time to go to bed now.
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Liked it??? well i did like it...and i sent it to my roomie who actually had patience to bear me for 3 good yrs...and asked her this:

"AGAR MAINE YEH TERE SAATH KIYA HOTA TO? he he he"

and this is what she replied...

"Tu is mein se 2 cheezein karti thi…ek to tu ghalat gaane gati thi aur darwaza khol khol kar dekhti thi…aur agar tu aisa sab karti…to what do u think I would have scummed to ur atrocities…"

Today i got a mail from headoffice asking me to delete and remove some mails as my mailbox is exceeding the set limit..so while deleting mails found this one and could not stop smiling...i think cant stop loving her...Thanks "reems" for everything...

One night @ the call Center

Well well after a long time i am back to my blogging activity. Comp. at home isnt working so today forced myself to write and post from office during lunch hours. Nothing new in my life. Same plain boring life but adding spice by freaking on books. Recently completed "A monk who sold his ferrari". I have a mixed reaction after reading this particular book. I will never term it as my types but somehow it has helped me. It has increased my patience level to some extent. So thanks to the author for little transformation in me.

Happened to visit a book stall in guragaon's DTC mall. the latest i could pick was Chetan Bhagat's one nite @ the call center. Actually heard its review on TV so thought of trying it out. Well written but then i would give it 6 out of 10. IIT-IIM brand doesn't always mean 10 by 10. But few lines are really cool...Somehow i liked them and they are not getting out from my mind...

Things i learnt and liked (my comments in brackets)

Rule 35=10
A thirty five year old American's brain and IQ is the same as a ten-year-old indian's brain.

Door Bitch
Is the hostess who stands outside the disco. She screens every girl walking-in, and if your waist is more than 24 inches, or if u were not wearing somethng out of an item number, the door bitch will raise an eyebrow at u like u r a 50 yrs old aunty. ( i really dont know if thats true as in bangalore there hardly used to be any door bitches and once i found my hostel mate who was distributing choclates to pretty girls at the door...and needless to say i got many..not coz i was looking pretty ..but coz of the same hostel bonding ;) )

Women playing with their hair while talking to a guy is an automatic female preening gesture (hmmm...no comments)

Few ppl in this world get to hit their boss, but those who do will tell u it is better than sex... (any takers?)

FYI: Fuck u instead
It is a standard way to dump responsibility on someone else. (how true!!!)

When girl calls you a 'teddy bear', they just mean he is a nice guy but they will never be attracted to him. (i guess this is true...atleast in my case)

Pepsi and cola addressed as black piss (that was a good laugh)

It is never easy for guys to work with a hot girl in office. (Still wondering if this is true?)

why dont politicians commit sucide. (Good question in the book...i tried to recall names but hardluck)

All women need to calm down is to talk, hug and cry it out for 10 minutes - and they can face any of life's crap. (i will go with the author here...)

Trip to Vaishno Devi...

Reached back today morning at 5.00 a.m. Trip was as wonderful..did a nite journey and got down at Pathankot…then took another train and reached Jammu..looking at the city I found that it looks like a Volcano…I mean sleeping all the times and suddenly bursting out…anyways part of life…Reached Katra…and checked in a hotel. Started for the temple at 7.30 in the nite when it was dark. I thought of walking and some accompanied me while others took the horse to reach half way. 14 kms is the length of the stretch on the hill with a steep journey. First 3 kms were steeper than rest. After 3kms I realized that walking in a shoe was helping me only in getting blisters and shoebites on my feet. So decided to remove the shoes and walk barefoot. Rest 11 kms barefoot…there were many ppl barefoot..so that wasn’t unique…I decided not to wear a jacket or pullover to make it a tough one for myself..and at 12.30a.m I reached the temple with others…Cold icy breeze was enough to give me the idea of the toughness of the journey…After the Darshanam went to Bhairav temple(without visiting this temple the journey is not considered as complete) but we took a horse as we were short of time. We covered the whole journey in 12 hrs time…

Only thing which I hated was sitting on a horse..poor horse would have cried off when I sat but could not do anything…after getting down from horse I seriously apologized him and god…funny isn’t it...but I seriously felt bad…and worst of all after completing the whole yatra I wasn’t able to walk…wasn’t tired of walking but was tired of sitting on the horse….the lower part of body just did not move…I only know how I walked 2 kms to reach the rick stand…while coming back, I asked goddess “why this tough journey..is there any shortcut to have a meeting with u on one to one basis” but haven’t heard from her…seems like I am in a Queue and have to wait for some more time…jokes apart…but I wud not suggest anyone to sit on horse as the pain it cause is just not worth describing…try at ur own risk…

Then what finally were in train again and morning was in office..most ppl from the trip were absent but guess my body and energy level is stronger than others...i was in office at 12.00 and it takes 2 hrs to reach my office from my home…

Only thing I don’t understand is why god and goddesses preferred these mountains as their residence?? Tirupati Balaji, Vaishno Devi, Amarnaath…etc etc…and how did they manage to reach there without proper lights and roads…with lights also it wasn’t easy how without lights??? And how did they manage without wollens as I have never seen a single god’s pic/statue or portray with pullovers or jackets or sweaters.

But whatever I say, I saw so many things which will never go from my mind apart from the scenic beauty and the faith...i saw a person with just one leg and was climbing the hill with all his effort to visit the temple..i saw a newly wed couple in the wedding dress, going to take blessing from the goddess..i saw small kids walking faster than most of us in excitement to see the temple..i saw a dog..following the crowd to reach the temple..and mind u I saw the dog at 11th km also…I don’t know what drove him there..he wasn’t following anyone or was not chasing anybody…he was walking like any other worshipper..taking rest attimes..but at a constant speed…that’s something which I can not forget from this trip…that’s the faith which calls most of us…that’s something which is within most of us but some realize and some don’t. I never knew I could walk 14 km in hrs barefoot in the cold weather…will surely go if I get a second chance…

Going to Vaishno devi

vaishno devi, originally uploaded by ships.

Somethings never change with time and this something is my likings.

I am talking about exploring the places my dream to see my country in and out. This Friday I am going to Vaishno Devi..the most awaited trip of my life…Thankfully got a chanceJ. But heard that its very very cold out there so will have a tough time. Going with the office crowd and taking mom along with me. Next 2 months seems to be my months :) .After Vaishno Devi trip I have a working Sunday and then the last Sunday of the month I am planning to go to Banaras to attend a wedding but have not booked my tickets yet. Then Dec, this winters I will be flying to Tripura (the nexalite state) to meet my dad and to see where my mom dad stayed for 2 long years. Will probably see places around..most probably will go to Guwhati for sight seeing :) and will come back next yr J

God dont look at me..i am very very excited :)

The best part is I will be stepping in 3 states of India which I have not covered till now.
Jammu
West Bengal (as I have to halt there to take another flight for Tripura)
Asam
Tripura

Sounds interesting…some states which I have never been to are
Himachal
Uttaranchal
Nagaland
Mijoram
Meghalaya
Manipur
Arunachal Pradesh
Goa
Kerala
Andaman Nicobar Islands
Orissa

Himachal and Uttaranchal are next in my list after these trips and I am very sure that I will cover them soon.

Morning i was looking at this map and was trying to figure out how much time it will take for me to cover my very own sweet and big country...

Diwali Celebrations...

How did I celebrate my diwali?

Good question. I woke up early… at 11.00 a.m…that’s early coz I get up at 2.00 on holidays :P then took bath…prayed as mom said she wont provide me any food if she doesn’t see me standing against a temple.

Then what, I managed to be awake till 3.00 p.m and finally gave up my fight with awakeness and slept again…got up at 7.00 when mom forced me to light candles and other things. Again a Deepwali pooja at 8.00 and heard mom’s remix of the aarti…prayed and smiled …tried to sing but mom’s remix was just awesome (wish mom doesnt read this..otherwise wont get food for next 2 day ;) ). After the prayer, I thought of sleeping again but mom gave a very cruel look…and then finally my massi came to my place sat with her for sometime.

Crackers..well 3 big crackers were enough for delhi…isn’t it..well I don’t burst crackers…why???

Flashback

A 10th grader, standing in her balcony and enjoying the view of the deepawali and is just hiding herself from mom who might shout on her for studies…and all of a sudden her friends spotted her and called her for celebrating the festival with them. She slipped from the house like a thief and is on the road to enjoy. Like every other girl she is enjoying with sparklers “Phooljhaadi”…and when her friends challenged her for big crackers..she could not resist…a girl who was always ready to show her guts comes forward to burst a big noisy bomb and to show everyone that she is bold enough like any other guy on this earth. She places the big cracker in the middle of the road and tells everyone to stay far. With her trembling fingers she holds a match stick and lits it…but by the time she took it to the bomb..it got exhausted…in the meanwhile her mom comes down searching for her. She stands in the staircase and starts watching her. The whole gang stays little far as they knew the cracker was a big one and will make everyone numb for a sec. This time with all her guts she sits and lits the matchstick and finally give the cracker a start…

boooooommmmmmmmbbbbbbbbb

and whats this. lights went off…everything became dark and she was wondering why these electricity guy has to cut the power on an auspicious day…after 5 mins she heard ppl whispering…and then felt ppl around her…but why so much of darkness…her mom touched her shoulder and grabbed her arm…but how can her mom find her daughter in this darkness..must be a mom sense :). Her mom made her sit on the grass at the roadside…but she could not see her moms face…The girl asked her mom “ how can u find ur daughter in darkness when there are so many kids around…how did u come to know it was my hand” Her mom who was in anger till now on this naughty daughter for all her mischievous activities started looking at her in disbelief…yes she lost the sight as she forgot to run from the cracker and she stood there when it burst…everything was just like before in the surrounding...nothing much changed but she was not able to see…her mom gave her some water to wash her eyes…but the darkness remained the same…she realized the meaning of darkness…the meaning of “BLACK”.

She was almost in tears. Her mom put her in bed and told her to take rest. With her eyes closed she was imagining her board exam with a brail script…she was imagining herself with a stick and a black goggles…she imagines her life on the mercy of others and on sympathies…she could not stop her tears….and slept off…Morning a sunray woke her up and when she opened her eye she could see the dawn. She could see the beautiful morning…and then she realized how beautiful this world is and bad it is to not see the creation of the GOD...she felt the pain of a blind for a night…she for the first time realized the gift of GOD “Eyes”. She decided not to burst crackers again…not because she was afraid because she did not want to miss the opportunity of seeing the beautiful world and people around. Crackers gives us pleasure momentarily but if they take our precious things then they are no good …

I did not intend to post a message to not burst the crackers but wrote because like me I feel ur eyes are also important and u too want to see the wonders of the God and wonders of me in the coming posts!!! Isnt it????

Now dont ask me who this girl was :)

Bloodshed...Diwali Gift for Delhi

Day was going good and had nothing much to work today as most of the people were in festive mood and more over it was a weekend, blore office was closed and we were working as usual...Big Boss left office at 2 and then I went out for lunch with a friend of mine…everything was fine..came back and were planning to have some fun in office as no boss around mastis are always good…Monday we are working so I planned for ethnic wear and dropped a mail to all saying that it’s a compulsion. But I had not taken permission from boss..so called him at his place…asked him abt a doubt and then very sweetly asked for celebrating the ethnic wear day..he agreed in one shot itself…it just took 1 mins time and I got the permission…then what we were all excited upon this…

To add to our enjoyment one of our colleague had got cards and we thought of playing it…vow mann we played flash…and it was very exciting as we were playing with money…needless to say that Lakshmi mata is little allergic to my name…in between everyone got the impression that I was winning but end result was lost 100 bucks…but the show was wonderful..we all participated…Monday planning to have tambola..and this time big boss will be invited for it..hope he doesn’t scold us for all this nautanki which I am coming up with and every one is supporting to…

At 5.30 p.m my colleague came to know abt the blasts in delhi..and informed us abt the same…we got worried..we winded up the game..and I rushed to catch the bus…no rick was ready to come to west Delhi and moreover they were asking 3 times of the usual fare…When I reached the bus stop, a group of police man scanned the bus I was supposed to take and then gave the permission for further movement…I sat inside was little worried abt my other friends..called them up and found that all were safe…stopped one colleague from gng to SN where bomb blast happened, she was not aware of it. Got many sms and calls from friends all over the country…boss from Bangalore also messaged me enquiring abt my well being. Reached south X at 7 which is again a busy market place and could have been the next target for bombers…so I took the very next bus which was damn crowded…and reached home safely…

The terrorists have ruined the festive mood of all…and they have brought the fear on every face..there was tension all over...the police patrolling was of no help..3 bomb blasts in a span of one hour is not a small thing…my prayers for ppl who died in the blasts and also for those who got injured...

City is on RED ALERT and i feel that there can be few more tomorrow...So guys and gals..take good care of yourself and pls avoid staying for long in busy/market places..

Got detailed report here

Here are few images from the the bomb blasts:
Pic 1: shows an affected area
Pic 2: A distraught woman is escorted to a waiting ambulance at the site of one of the blasts.

lets talk "google talk"

I am using google talk to interact with my boss and colleagues these days as yahoo messenger was banned for sometime in blore office...what a lousy messenger..i never expected a google product with such features...i guess its still under development phase..there is no conferencing facility..no offline message leaving convinence..u cant maximize window..my god i wonder how much time they will take...the worst of all is u cant not manage ur buddy list...it will automatically arrange them in alphabetical order...a person like me with n number of friends and colleagues needs an organiser badly..its tough to see a list of 200 ppl without grouping...yahoo is still better...

I wish this google talk improves soon with additional outperforming features...only good part abt the google talk is its connectivity and speed...its no doubt better...

People who want to download it can download it from this link.

http://www.google.com/talk/

Happy talking..

Busy or Busy?

I am back from the graveyard i must say. Work has started in the way i wanted. I am too busy to answer any personal calls..too busy to reply to personal mails...and damn busy for blogging...thats bad isnt it..but i am loving in (in Mac D style).

I was in office on sunday also..working ofcourse...Life was not so cruel with me..daily was getting 8 hrs sleep..personal life just faded away..was out of touch with all loved ones..all friends...from reems also...

Monthy target is over..now its going to be a bit relaxing for next one week...then again the same cycle...i dont remember what i did in personal life to mention here..its all work if i can see...anyways i guess i have to be regular now..otherwise ppl will surely kill me...

One negative development these days..i have started drinking tea...actually i was working so hard that i did not see what office boy was keeping in the cup..and i drank tea all these days..wasnt so bad..but i will never get addicted to it as i dnt think i can love its taste..its not my types!!!

My cousins were here one weekend and i had no time for them...finally on sunday i took them out..got them nice dresses..just to patch so that they forget the time i was not with them...promised them that i will be at their place this month on one of the weekends..but everyone on this earth knows abt my promises of calling and meeting ppl..its just like a speech of claiming big things by any of the minister standing for election and in the end forgetting each and every word said...sad..and bad..but wat to do :(

Met a friend...sat with him in barista, south X this sunday and that was the only occasion when i think i enjoyed the evening and had a good time in past few days...I missed all festivals...i am not sure if i will be free on Deepawali too!!! i think i need a break now...i will be taking off on thursday to attend a function at home..vowww after a long time i will take an off for functions....

other posts: Coming soon

And the bravery award goes to...

My childhood was the most loveliest time and I enjoyed it..and thanks to my brother that I have so many memories about those days…he was very funny and cute…younger to me and was always the apple of every eye…I guess this blog contains maximum post about him..may be I miss him so much that I keep writing about him…he was in town couple of days back…anyways, today I was talking to mom and we started of with brothers topic and his innocence…I was in 8th grade he was in 5th…3 yrs younger to me…so one day mom and dad had to go to someone’s house in emergency and they were expected late..so they told both of us to bolt the door properly from inside and not to answer it unless until they are back..and in case of emergency they had given a number…

They left us and we both started playing and doing our things..it grew dark and we locked ourself…my house was the safest place because it was surrounded by police guards in the nite..but as per mom dads instructions we locked..and as always happens in movies …the weather becomes bad…the winds starts off and then power goes off automatically making the whole situation into a horror thing...we also witnessed the same thing..we holded our breath and were listening to the sound of footsteps of ppl walking outside…we did not lit a candle as we did not want to take a chance of meeting a devil in the kitchen which we assumed was sitting there for us to eat in the dark..we were now whispering as what to do…mom had kept an aluminum bucket outside the house in the gallery…and with the blow of the wind it moved a little making a strange sound..my brother could sense the danger like a dog..and he told me not to move…and he went and hid himself under the bed…when I slowly whispered “ bhaiya kahan hai tu..mujhe darr lag raha hai?” he whispered “ didi tu dar mat…main neeche hoon bed ke…jaise he koi aayega naa..i will fight…but tu upper he rehna..darna mat ok aur haan neeche bilkul mat aana warna dono fasenge...“

Now whenever I think of this I laugh…we still tease him..i liked his gurilla fight concept…poor bhai got one more thing for his embarrasment...

My first Makke ki roti...

Finally we have shifted to our new office and its pretty decent..i found a corner seat…no one to sit next..a very cosy place…I am happy to have that seat…Whole day was spent in shifting datas here and there..thankfully I had 3 files and in a very neat way I kept them in my drawer…came back early today..reached home at sharp 6.00. Mom was helping my cousin in her studies..i did not disturbed them and switched on my comp for sending a report to my sweet TL who sits in blore and was very much eager for the report… After sending my report and confirming from him I went to market for buying household things with mom…that was very unlike me…I hade some work so she left me in the market and came back…

When I came back I started telling her my office things…abt my new office…how is the sitting arrangements etc etc..and we did not realize that it was 10.30 p.m. Mom sleeps by 10.00 mostly…we were hungry and then mom rushed to kitchen to cook something…I wanted to tell her something which I missed so when went behind her saw her making dal…same yellow dal..fav of all Punjabi homes…and I said ..oh no mamma not again…pls don’t make chappatis now..u know I cant eat rotis continuously for 3 days..poor mom then reminded me tht in morning and lunch time I had rice…I am not very fond of chappatis…after getting tortured in south for food has not changed anything in my food habbits…I still love rice..a typical Punjabi-southi combination…she then suggested me alternatives…and asked “how abt makkke ki roti”..vowwww I was drooling like a dog…and then I declared that I will be preparing it for today…

shocked rite!!! She too was…and in that state she ordered me to make the dough also..poor me…anyways…I told her to sit and watch tv..and started preparing without taking any help…she was prepared for the blunder…my first makke ki roti without sarson ka saag…I took in a plate with dal and pickle…I know it was a horrible combination but better than those usual dinners…served her and was ready for the first comment…and she said…”beta where are those insurance cards which u get from office…?” grrrrrrrr…patiently I asked..why is it so bad? Actually it was fine but I forgot to add salt…first time u see...so when she said no salt I ran back to kitchen..took a pinch of salt and sprinkled on her roti…and requested her to taste again and give a positive feedback(forcefully u see) …he he..that’s typical me…always giving a final touch to mistakes and blunders …but I corrected rest of the dough by adding salt..and guess what…


We are safe and did not use those mediclaims :P few lucky ppl get to eat the food I cook..and I must say they are fortunate enugh to be alive till now…:D

Out of order

My telephone is working..lift in the office is working so what exactly is out of order? Well I am talking about my brain..its temporarily out of order…

I slogged for last 2 weeks and had no time for myself..this week is easy as just follow ups going on..so it just so happened that my college friend called me up. I wont say fortunately or unfortunately because its something very shameful…He called and we started talking…and in the middle of the conversation I said “ SAP don’t worry I will send you ur marksheet” As I finished my statement I found my colleague staring at me. The way she stared I knew that something was wrong…and then I realized the pin drop silence on the cell…Gosh I did a mistake..i called him SAP..that’s an IT skill…but what was his name…shit whats wrong with me…I tried hard..and all this while we both were silent (me and my friend holding the line)…and then I apologized saying “I m sorry yaar actually naa kaam bahoot tha..and dimag kaafi jagah..i hope u understand umm yaar woh…”and when I wanted to suffix his name..i realized I m gone again…In an embarrassment I asked him “ yaar tera naam kya tha”

Gosh …its too much for any human being…he was shocked..utterly shocked thinking that a girl like me who is very social and friendly with considerably good memory power is today nothing more than a gone case…he did not tell his name…and I felt bad…bad for myself…and I asked him to hold…I closed my eyes and lifted my head towards roof to recall….but no use..then finally hit my head slowly with my right hand to recall..and in filmy style his name flashed…I lifted my cell and with all my josh I said “ u are saif..yes u are saif” that was again very embarrassing for him as well as for me coz my colleague who was sitting and staring me all this while now gave me a very dirty look…I don’t know why…So when I concentrated on Saif thinking that he will appreciate me for recalling ..but he said “ u need to see a psychiatrist..and blasted me”

That’s a very sad part of my life these days…I don’t know if those memory plus capsules are effective or not? Shall I go 4 them..this was not the first memory loss episode..there have been many embarrassing situations for last one week..like changing the surnames of employees…Miss and Mrs confusion, gender confusion etc etc.

God bless all those who are getting tortured these days…hope u are safe!!!

Cindrella Man

Today i watched a movie called cinderella man at PVR gurgaon...a well made movie..i did like it...The story line is good...everything is so perfect about this movie...the last boxing scene made me hold my hands tightly for the result...such a nice flick...recommend all to see this...in between its slow..but gradually picks up and covers it up...by the way Russel crowe was wonderful and has acted well.

Well this movie is based on a true story, the story of a boxer James Braddock: A man's extraordinary fight to save the family he loved

Born Dec. 6, 1905 in New York CIty

Died Nov. 29, 1974 in North Bergen,N.J.

In 1935, he defeated Max Baer in 15 rounds to become heavyweight champion. Braddock, who was an 11-2 underdog before the fight, was responsible for one of boxing's greatest upsets. His reign wasn't long, however; he lost the title to Joe Louis in 1937.

Summary: Dont read if u havent watched the movie

During the Great Depression, a common-man hero, James J. Braddock--a.k.a. the Cinderella Man--was to become one of the most surprising sports legends in history. By the early 1930s, the impoverished ex-prizefighter was seemingly as broken-down, beaten-up and out-of-luck as much of the rest of the American populace who had hit rock bottom.

His career appeared to be finished, he was unable to pay the bills, the only thing that mattered to him--his family--was in danger, and he was even forced to go on Public Relief. But deep inside, Jim Braddock never relinquished his determination. Driven by love, honor and an incredible dose of grit, he willed an impossible dream to come true. In a last-chance bid to help his family, Braddock returned to the ring. No one thought he had a shot. However Braddock, fueled by something beyond mere competition, kept winning. Suddenly, the ordinary working man became the mythic athlete. Carrying the hopes and dreams of the disenfranchised on his shoulders, Braddock rocketed through the ranks, until this underdog chose to do the unthinkable: take on the heavyweight champ of the world, the unstoppable Max Baer, renowned for having killed two men in the ring.

His wife (Renee Zellweger) would prefer he quit boxing, but knows how badly they need the money to get by with their three kids. His amazing comeback becomes the source of inspiration of many down-on-their-luck Americans.

Think twice b4 u react

Got this mail…read and realized what it meant...and how we ruin things…I don’t know how many ppl will understand it at this point of time….the story goes like this…

A girl in love asked her boyfriend.
Girl: Tell me... whom do you love most in this world?
Boy: You, of course!
Girl: In your heart, what am I to you?
Boy: The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said, "You are my rib.

In the Bible, it was said that God saw that Adam was lonely, during his sleep; God took one of Adam’s rib and created Eve. Every man has been searching for his missing rib, only when you find the woman of your life; you'll no longer feel the lingering ache in your heart."

After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while. However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems. Their life became mundane. All the challenges posed by the harsh realities oflife began to gnaw away their dreams and love for each other. The couple began to have more quarrels and each quarrel became more heated.

One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house. At the opposite side of the road, she shouted, "You don’t love me!" The boy hated her childishness and out of impulse, retorted, "Maybe, it was a mistake for us to be together! You were never my missing rib!"

Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while.... He regretted what he said but words spoken are like thrown away water; you can never take it back. With tears, she went home to pack her things and was determined in breaking-up.

Before she left the house, "If I'm really not your missing rib, please let me go..... She continued, "It is less painful this way...let us go on our separate ways and search for our own partners..."

Five years went by.... He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life indirectly... She had left the country and back.... She had married a foreigner and divorced... He felt anguished that she never waited for him. In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigaretteand felt the lingering ache in his heart. He couldn’t bring himself to admit that he was missing her.

One day, they finally met.... At the airport, a place where there were many reunions and good-byes.... He was going away on a business trip. She was standing there alone, with just the security door separating them. She smiled at him gently.

Boy: How are you?
Girl: I'm fine. How about you... Have you found your missing rib?
Boy: No.
Girl: I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.
Boy: I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are back...You know my number... Nothing has changed.

With a smile, she turned around and waved good-bye. "Good-bye."

One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in New York. In the eventthat shocked the world.

Midnight... Once again, he lit his cigarette... And like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart.... He finally knew, she was the missing rib that he had carelessly broken.

Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury... Most often than not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental.... We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones.... And eventhough we know that we ought to "think twice and act wisely", it's often easier said than done. Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our control. Let us treasure every moment and everyone in our lives. Tomorrow may never come; give and accept what you have today.

Hope you all find your right missing ribs and have a wonderful and peace life!!!

Mumbai Matinee

A week back I was full of frustration with everything happening in my life. I sounded dull to my boss even I guess…he found me loosing track and told me that he wud like to meet me…I flew down to Mumbai in the morning met him presented my report. After the meeting was over I called up a friend of mine in mumbai and he took me to Bandra…before he came I was thru with my shopping. We sat at a sea shore..weather was pleasant in mumbai and as usual it was raining at irregular intervals. Thankfully he had got a jacket for me. Then after gng to Bandstand I realized that what Mumbai was and wat openness was ;) I saw mandira bedi jogging there and she was no better than any ordinary looking girl. Sorry guys but that’s the truth!!! She is hopless (not out of jealousy).

Had the famous vada pav even after my friend requested not to have it as its rainy season and not good to eat from outside vendors. These things affects health..but like a stubborn I said “ if u want me to eat something in ur city get me vada paav..or let me starve…” poor buddy had to get me vada paav..i love it..reminded me of my stay in mumbai 3 yrs back…finally he dropped me back to airport the at 8.00. Boarded the flight..vow I shld say thanks to Mallaya for such a nice aircraft…the TV channels, radios..and what not…it was fun to be on the flight and best part was that flight had me only as a passenger rest of the girls were candidates for the airhostess interview and were sponsored by the airline.

Next to me sat a guy, who was the manager of training in Kingfisher…not more than 30 but definitely decent looking guy. Poor chap did just one mistake. Asked me the feedback for the travel in kingfisher…I gave an honest feedback..no no I am not gng to let u down by saying that it was not a good aircraft..it was indeed…one must travel in it for once..i m sure u will like the technology.

The trip just had one flaw in it. I flew in the morning and came back the same day. While coming back I realized how hectic my day was and how tired I felt while returning. What I got for delhites was what ppl asked me..and my answer was “Rains”. The strange thing..i m missing mumbai along with bangalore. :(

I found the city good…I always find mumbai nice…

i guess i am in love again

First time in my life i holded a 1 day old baby. My cousin delivered a baby boy and i saw him on the second day. He is sooo cute. he is so small...i was scared to lift him. Everyone in the family knew that i had never seen a new born baby, so they told me to be careful while handling. My didi gave the baby in my hands. His head comes in my palm. his skin so soft, his eyes mostly closed and when ever he tries to open them only one gets opened properly feels like he is winking...he is damn cute. When he yawns he looks cute...i kissed him so many time on his forhead that he is bugged...yesterday he spoiled my clothes with that hot liquid..grrrrrrr :( i scolded him..he smiled...very naughty...I used to go to my cousins place on every sunday..but now i am crazy abt this little boy. every alternate day i go and play with him...

I found a new meaning of my name

Today on Janmashtami, I have found a new meaning of my name...a story behind my name..actually Shipra was a swan's name who was saved by God krishna...i can not believe it that i was unaware of this story till date and googling my name gave me such a beautiful link. Yes the meaning of my name is "Swift" well not wrong actually goes well with my personality he he ;) But only thing i was wondering was why did the he-swan had my name??? Dont they have a difference in girlish name and a boyish name???? Read the story of my name here Happy Janmashtami to all :)

My brother smiles when i say "maggi"

Yesterday after a long time i went to watch TV in my mom's room. i was little low and my comp was also infected with tons of virus and i formatted it and then realised that i dont have device driver CD...so with all those tensions..i entered into my mom room to see what she was watching. She as usual was watching CNBC and a program called "awaaz". not bad...after a while i asked her if i can change the channel and surf for the time being. Thankfully she agreed. I started surfing and all the channel like sony, Zee, Star plus were showing some stupid long SOAPs. Tortures from ekta..naah...so i surfed further and then saw some music channels...some new releases and some bhojpur albums..then some ugly looking female with minimal clothes on her body dancing in awkward style. Sitting with mom and watching that adult dance was little difficult. So moved further. Now i came to a channel where commercials were coming. So thought of resting before mom comments on that song. Some new ads and pretty cool ads. I liked them and enjoyed watching ads. Now after a while, there comes an ad which i guess is new. Ad was for Asian paints. There are two kids who are at home. The girl must be around 8-9 yrs and guy little younger then her. This Ad girl is also coming in Ads of HDFC (na sir jhuka hai kabhi). She is sitting with the boy and boy is doing some paper cutting. He is little nervous for cutting the documents of his dad...then this girl provokes him and says "kaat kaat..dar mat"... The boy after listening to her and after getting approval from didi cuts the whole paper and makes a fish and pastes on a blue color wall. They both stand and look there a moments and she exclaims " now it looks like a sea" Then they see a green color wall with stripes in one room and then this guy goes all over his dad's documents and finds a big thick book with leopard print page. He wants to cut but something holds him back. This small girl who is watching him doing that sense his fear and then says "arre kaat na..bindaas kaat"...boy smiles and he torns the book into peices and make a leopard and then paste it on the wall to give it a look of Zoo. They both now look at the wall and appreciate how orignal it has come and all of a sudden the phone rings in the other room. the girl rushes to answer the call. It was her dad. He asks her abt younger brother and she says " Ohh Chintu, woh to kuch cutting shutting kar raha hai" putting all the blame on younger brother...the expressions of the kids are worth watching. The Ad has come so nicely...it touches the perfection and pictures the childhood so well. Such a masterpeice. I laughed and laughed thinking of my days...it reminded me of how i tortured my brother. I lost in the past and recalled my cute little brother who was in his 5th standard eating maggi from his plate. Mom had divided the maggi in two plates equally. He was eating it while it was hot. i told him to eat slow otherwise it will burn the tounge but he did not listen. I always had to lure him in different ways. So i told him to leave the spoon and eat with fingers as its tastes better. he was so innocent that he dropped his spoon on the table and immitated me. I asked him sweetly "isnt it tasting better than what u were having" He nodded. Next day he repeated my process. But my mind was always full of mischieves. How cud i have spared him...i went in the other room and finished my maggi. Then came back to where he was sitting, he was watching some cartoons. I went and sat opposite to him with a very sick face...sick in the sense bhikaari face. He looked at me and asked what happend. I collected all the innocence and pain of the world on my face and said to him " mummy doesnt love me..she gave u extra and little to me..i am a girl thats why". He melted and said oh...then asked me to get a bowl. I went to kitchen smiling in a crooked way and got the bowl. He gave me some 2-3 spoons and asked "happy?". I was like flat on his innocence. I thought of trying it next day also. Always had a plan B in my mind. asked him for maggi and he said ..."dont tell me mom has become partial forever" i said no she hasnt..but she had 3 spoons from my plate so i got lesser than u...Oh my plan B worked and he gave me some from his plate again. Third day i went and asked him again after finishing my plate...he gave without asking anything...must have smelled my intentions...days passed and i continued with it. But never slapped a little less when we fought, no concession for extra maggi. One day, he realised all of a sudden that i have been fooling him for quite some time so when this time i went and asked him for maggi...he asked"what happened to your maggi". I gave him excuse saying that i fell in the staircase and some portion of maggi was on the floor. He did not give..i requested him again..so he after pitying me gave me one spoon of maggi...after finishing that i asked him "bhaiya thodi aur de na plsssss" he gave again...then i asked him for the third time "bhaiya pet nahin bhara..thodi aur de de..." he gave a spoon further and said "le bhookhi" he sensed that i was making fun of him all these days...then when i asked him for the fourth time he ran to mom and asked "did u give less to her?" ...mom how cud she lie on my mischiefs and wasnt aware of my naughty things...she replied "no beta..why what is this chuhiya doing". He came back to me with mom and said "now tell what all u told for maggi". I was silent and then said "mom bhaiya se maine thodi si maggi maangi to bolta hai tu meri behen nahin hai..bhookihi hai...and gaali di" Mom was shocked. this cute boy was stunned and said wait i will give u more maggi....got his plate back and licked it all over and said now u can take...aahhh smart chap...in my company he became smart... it was fun to recall...i still tease my brother for maggi and other things...he was the cutest little brother i ever saw...he was so damn innocent...today if we eat maggi he comes and put 3 spoons automatically without me asking...on being asked he said "purana hisab hai bhai"

The gods too are fond of a joke.

I dont know but i can never stop playing pranks. Thats something which i enjoy most. i feel that life is very boring otherwise. i love to see ppl reacting when they come to know it was me who actually made them react in a peculiar manner. latest prank was played by me at 1.32 p.m today. I was talking to someone on yahoo messenger and then thought of giving him missed calls. The person did not have my number. So gave 2-3 small missed calls. But there was no response. I thought of teasing him by anonmyous messages...but he did not respond to my missed calls. I was expecting a missed call for my missed call if not a sms. But miser by basic qualification and diploma holder in laziness this guy did not call back. Finally i had to shift to my plan B. i called up again and instead of missed calls thought of talking. His cell is ringing...tring tring he: hello me: who is this he: who are u? me: may i know your name plz? he: ____(told his correct name) me: actually i got missed calls from this number so wanted to know who is behind he: well i did not call me: but i got couple of missed calls. i could not attend as i was not at my desk he: miss i dont know, but i have not made any call (in proper US accent) me: well are u sure? he: yes me: why dont you check with your kids if by mistake they had dial my number he: well actually i am living in a boys hostel (blushing and saying hostel....he wanted to prove how young he is for kids and all ;) ) me: Oh! I am sorry..why dont u check with your friends if someone was trying to reach me or something? he: i just got up and nobody has entered into my room from the morning so thats also not possible. me: oh are u sure he: yes..but I am really sorry if you got a missed call from this number.Sorry for the trouble cause. me: anyways...by the way whats your name? he: my name is _____ and i am studying at ___ (with pride as if he is gng to get a gold medal) me: ok thanks munnu...he he continues... Yes it was munnu at IIM C who was fooled by me today...who actually believed that some kewl babe called him up enquiring for something...poor bhai..grow up...imagine he blushed when i asked him abt his kids :)) he he...

Never argue with a fool..

Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience. Well very true..and i lost the battle. The converstation was something like this Day #1 She: he loves me... me: oh ok she: but i am nt sure he loves me me: ask him then she: i asked him but he said he likes me me: cool...he likes u... she: but i know he loves me me: ok she: u know he cares for me me: good 4 u..nice hints she: (blushing) yes..but he said he had a gf (now sad) me: oh...what happ. to her She: he ditched her me: (shocked)..ok so now he is in love again she: yes he says he cant marry me...coz he cudnt marry her me: oh (thinking what to say) she: but i know from deep inside his heart he loves me and will propose me soon. me: hmmm (no words to say) she: what u say me: well...u r just to great!!!! u shld be nominated for a nobel prize. she: why? u feel i am wrong? me: nopes not actually..(i am wrong standing and listening to u) she: u know he says he respects me me: (why not after all whole nite u guys talk over the phone on all shitty topics) ok..cool she: i am in love for second time...what do u suggest? me: propose him for marriage..see what he has to say Day #2: she: Buzz me: Hi she: what hi yaar..i did as u said..i proposed him...i can never imagine this... me: oh what did he say? agreed? she: !@#$$ said he hates me..and i am selfish me: (wasnt wrong actually) oh sad..how cud he she: he is sick..mean...hopless creature...i never expected that out of him? #$%% me: sorry to hear that she: all coz of u...wish i never asked him me: @%^^&*() Day #3: She: i am so happy me: hmm..what happened now? hows the third one she: he is fine..a nice guy..but i spoke to second...he is a nice guy..he has his own problems me: ok..(uff me busy excuse me pls for god sake) she: u know he says he respect me a lot... me: hmmmm she: i still love him yaar me: i can see that... she: all fate u know... me: yeah i know...@#$$%$ I prefer the wicked rather than the foolish. The wicked sometimes rest.

The thread which binds..."Rakhi"

Thread of Rakhi is the essence of brother and sister attachment and sharing. Sad that cud not tie rakhi to any of my brothers. Could not wish any of them on the real day. Guilty about not sending Rakhis on time. I know i cant make it up for it until next yr but i can assure my cute and caring brothers that my love for them will always be there and i always wish good luck for them. My wishes are always there for "U". I dont have many brothers infact i dont tie rakhis to my cousins also.But there are few ppl in life whom i consider my brothers and good friends. Rishi, Sourabh bhaiya, Raj, kamlesh bhaiya, Abhi, and Vishak. Thanks for being there. I am lucky to have you in my life.

Me gng to Amritsar tonite :)

Vow, for the first time i am gng to see Golden Temple. And here starts my trip of North India...The otherday i was just making a list of places i want to see around delhi and first after Amritsar trip would be Agra...and then Jaipur..and here the adventure begins ...Reems is gng to accompany me for other trips :) I am so happy...I want to explore my country...all famous and not so famous places...hope i will cover it one day :) life is too short to see beautiful places and too big for tortures ;) Mission begins now...i am starting for Amritsar today evening and will be back on Monday....Details about my journey later. Happy Independence Day in advance. :) Jai Hind.

Why Mother will dis-own me?

1. I still forget my lunch box in the office. I havent changed much in 15 yrs. I used to forget my lunch box when i was in grade III ;)

2. I take (water)bottle from fridge and keep it empty near my comp. Poor mom fills in the morning :(

3. I go from home at 9.00 and come back at 9.00. But not the end. After coming back also i sit in front of my comp. As if this comp gave birth to me.

4. I dont listen to her when she talks abt me being overweight. I keep telling her that..her only daughter...bole to main..is unique and no one has got such a beautiful daughter :)) her face is worth watching after this :))

5. I take a rick when i am supposed to walk and in the end i claim i walked 3 kms a day ;)

6. I play slow and sad songs as if i have lost everything and force her to listen to them saying "see the wordings mom..such a nice song"

7. I sleep at 1.00 0r 2.00 in the nite and disturb her sleep coz keep lights on of my room. She has to give a final warning each nite. (never crossed the final warning stage ;) )

8. Every Morning she wakes me up with her sweet voice and i just turn from one side to another side and this goes on for half an hour. Every morning she scares me by telling that my boss will chuck me out of office one day, if i continue being late.

9. While she is in kitchen and calling my name...i get up quitely, slowly and silently move to bathroom without her noticing me. She will keep calling my names..and in the end when she comes to room she finds the bed empty. 0.5 Kg everyday reduce by taking my name and in waking me up. When i was a kid, i used to do the same thing but was little smart. Used to place pillows of my room in in the same posture and cover it with a bedsheet. Mom pretending to be ignorant used to shout...this girl is always late...never understands the value of time..blah blah blah..and all used to laugh including me who used to be in bathroom waiting for moms reaction.

10. I can listen and speak to all lousy ppl and she hates it. My friends list itched her when i was in school. Any tom dick and harry in the township used to be my friend. All uncles and aunties used to know my name. And when my parents used to walk on the street...they used to be known as my parents...rather then me being called as their daughter...

11. She disliked all calls for me when i was a kiddo...her usual question "what u guys talk for so long...u met them in school isnt it". Oops..girls talk mom...Now she dislike me for not answering calls of my relatives and friends...

12. She taught me to respect elders..".call everyone bhaiya didi"...now at this stage when she doesnt want me to call anyone bhaiya, i make sure that i point every guy in front of her and put a tag of bhaiya...just to irritate her :))

13. I was very sensitive in school days. Those days i had never went to school without a hanky. I was so sensitive that if a person sitting in one corner of class sneezed, i used to sneez looking at him...the virus was obsessed with my name. She used to lock me in a room, when anyone in my house used to feel sick...highly prone to disease. Everytime i used to eat tablets then to food. Saturated with that sick hospital smell..i stopped gng to hospitals..now if mom says doctor...i am like... sorry i am deaf...i hate doctors...they just know how to give injections...for any small thing they used to takeout their needles and press one end, sprinkling solution on the floor and from the spectacles look at me...i used to swallow the saliva...and hold my dad tightly...and then used to dig my nails in my palm so badly...used to cry more for pain of nails then that of needle :))

Things havent change much in 15 yrs...after "mummy returns " in my life..i mean after staying away for almost 7 yrs ... i feel that i am still a kid for them...though little maturity here and there is apparent ;)

she can dis-own me any day for such stupid things...i need to be ready with a backup ;) Anybody interested in adoption of an innocent 23 yrs "young" girl... ;)

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Aur aap ka pehla sawaal ek hazaar ke liye!!!


Question: what do u feel abt me?

a) Am i good

or

b) Am i good.


Options available:

1. Phone a friend
2. 50-50
3. Audience


Thanks for ur valuable time. Ur answers will be sent to judges and the lucky winners will get a free ticket to a mental asylum ;)

Total time pass on a friday nite at 1.30 a.m. I have to go to office tommrow for some work...God pls give me some sleep..and also tell me the names of all my horrible & ugly blog readers..those who read the blog and still dont comment...those who read the blog and smile..those who read the blog and close it thinking "will comment later"...and those who wait for my posts desperately..he he..i know u missed me :))

Enuf...i am sure i will get a nice sleep after this bakar ;)

P.S: why do i come here to puke all my frustration :))

Blogspot owes me a party!!!

Wondering what it is like...well i am promoting blogspot and not charging these guys, so dont u think i deserve a party in 7 star ;)

Well my another best friend has joined me in blogging world. Yes she is " Chetna " we were classmates in graduation. :)

Can anyone tell me how do i go and claim my party? i think i better join them in marketing ;) i am so good in that :)) so many customers i have got..i deserve incentives...

i am on my way to their office ;)

Sarcasm is just one more service I offer.

"You cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in. "

Well by no means i am going to start a topic on love-shove (typical punjabi sa-tayil). well i am forced to think as what can i do in free time which i may get in near future ;) No i did not say that i was too busy talking to nerds and mailing jerks...I was hmmm... i actually dont remember how i spent my week. I dont think i was on anesthisia..and suffered no memory loss...i need to ask myself "main kahan hoon".

Uff the memory loss of Hindi movie is something which makes me laugh. Every actor/actress meeting an accident has to undergo a memory loss and a state of unconciousness for couple of days...forcing other members of hindi movie family to pray in a typical filmistan mandir...with the same staircase and same pooja ki thali..but yes subject to believe in God. Ending up with a big prayer cum song and camera side by side showing an operation of the person who met with an accident. God isnt too hard on actors...he has to spare them after all we all prefer happy ending and paisa vasooli of our cinema tickets. (i have never seen a villan suffering a memory loss...can any director answer me why?)

God after a short while comes into an action. All this while, he just want to listen to they type of songs the person offer in the standard temple and the type of offer they make (god doesnt believe in materialistic offers)...some come bare foot in the hot son..some with bleeding knees..climbing the stairs without using foot and some with full sexy makeup and glycerine in eyes...some ofcourse with the rage of the accident and demanding their partners life and telling all the gloomy dark future they can see ahead without him/her and then finally threatening God by committing sucide (main apni jaan de doongi types) ...uff so many types of prayers and offerings...Poor god has to make a decision fast for his peace..otherwise the automatically ringing bells of temple with the wind or shall i say whirlpool, will make the heaven burst and fall into peices...with all this hurricane entering into his domain..oops heaven, he decides to work faster and as a gesture he throws a flower kept on his idol in the temple. Whole day if the flowers fall nobody notices, not even pujaari but while singing the prayer they keep their eyes open for capturing that flower falling. Big hopes from god u know!!!

A sigh of relieve!!! end of that torturing song to God with a loud voice and tan tana tan hanging bells...the person gets conciousness back...aahh now seems like a happy ending...

Now coming to a situation where there is a love triangle...or an extra actress (debut) with someones approach to director...poor director cant offer two lady with one gentle man... against our laws u see...so where to send one?? cant afford another actor as the budget is already high and finding one more debut will spoil the fun..so he has to kill one of the two...obviously the one who worship the hero like mera will get killed..though we do kill radha for a change ;) Now the bullet hits the extra in the stomach and blood spurs out like a fountain...ruining her light color dress with a red stain...(pls note that the dress wud always be light in color when the person is shot)...finally taking the last breath...her eyes will wait for the actors last look...he wud be fighting with some villan in remote...but as soon as he sees her conditon..he will speed his process of killing/fighting fast and runs back to her just to say pyara wala good bye....she all this while holds her life not letting yamraj to take her away...After the hero comes and holds her hand..she will look into his eyes and wish him and the other one good luck and a happy married life...and ask for some stupid promise..say pls doosri waali ko khush rakhna types...uffffffff she still is living..what left for her to chat?? she comes up with all names in the movie and tells him to take care of them too..gosh she is still alive...now she wanders and looks up in the sky..asking the director to call her dead....and finally she will start a line and without completing will sleep forever in his arms....with eyes open ofcourse....poor actor has to close it...no extra money given for this task to him :p...and the scene ends up with a photo of late heroine in the heros house with a fresh garland....they lived happily there after...

But ever wondered these situation in ekta kapoor serials. I admire her for making fun of all the possible ladies and influencing them to become like "Tulasi" and "Parvati" of every house. But i fail to understand her stories...each and every person is in love...marrying someone else...finally the "love never ends in the heart" and they go back to first one...the whole confusion revolves with all the characters...and each character ends up marrying 4-5 times...good deal...variety is spice of life ;) and extra marital affairs are spicy stuff in all her serial...i guess inspired by Shobha De...soups of all relationships...

The best part of the "K" factor serials is the plastic surgeries...so many of them go for plastic surgery...and i believe that they go for a package deal...like they go for changing their face and end up with modification/editing of height, breadth, width..and all possible dimensions...i am not into a medical stream but wonder if this new concept can really work ;) Innovative..very innovatie lady this is :) Hats off to u chubby babe...

I have not watched these serials with interest but the crux of all the K serials is same..confuse people and they will watch more...u know suspense...and how we love it...but then if indian janta like suspense then why the detective serials are not doing well...i see a very less viewership for CID...

Now in a nutshell i wanted to know that how do i spend my sunday..and see the agony i am going thru..."K"ekta..pls forgive me dear...seems like we committed some sins and god is not willing to forgive..how long are we going to watch the sas-bahu and kahaniyaan ghar ghar ki...the long journey with u was quite fascinating..where u actually made ppl cry on a character's death..but dont u think u have changed the same character 5 times and ppl are confused when u show the flash back ;)

"Every day, man is making bigger and better fool-proof things, and every day, nature is making bigger and better fools. So far, I think nature is winning. "

Pls leave some space for some better shows...already dd1 sucks and have started following ur footprints with those unidentified wamps...i liked ur idea of wamps in each house...u are a born genious...u have supernatural powers...u can do anything...


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Life goes on...

Life Goes On . . .

In every human life,
there are some moments when one is sad and depressed
Frustrated from every zone of life,
And feel like leaving everything & going away
And Life Goes on..

Some moments in which
one is wrapped with tensions
one wants to get out of them
and fly high in the sky
But cant run away, and life goes on..

Some moments in which,
one who adores hurts sentiments,
one needs a support, a shoulder to dry on,
But doesnt find one, and life goes on..

Some moments in which one gets tired of life
or so intensely hurt that one wants to die
one wishes to end up with
life at that very moment, and life goes on..

And in every human life on day arrives
When there is a big halt to one's life.
And then the people cry
and show that they were concerned

Then the question arises
Do they wait for one's death..,
To care, To understand the one
If so, then wait till death and until then

Life Goes On . . .

Morning Raga!!!

Morning I got down from the bus and headed for subway to cross and as soon as I stepped on the stairs I lost my balance…I fell…it was such a cute scene...i just collected my bag stood up…remove the dust from my hand and clothes…and one uncle came and asked “Lagi to nahin?” what a stupid question…

I wanted to say “ naah..lagna kahan tha..main to slide samajh kar Phisal rahi thi?” but I kept my mouth shut and told “no, thanks I am fine”…it was paining…and I was smiling…coz when something like this happens to others I just laugh and laugh with all my heart…so how could I spare myself ;) if any of my friends wud have been there I wud have laughed out loud…yes those stairs were fine…it did not break…as most of u would be wondering abt it X-(

I reached office with a pain thinking why it happened? I guess I was thinking abt someone last nite and infact in the bus also…and result is this…no more now…idiot bugger...

And as soon as I entered got good news that there is no power…by the time I reached my room power came…now am going to work…

I need iodex badly ;) ahhhhhhhhhh its paining…

Species called "Impotent Guys"

In this happening world, i encounter new species everyday...this post will be little cheap and controversial for people who are decent beyond limits...but i know not a single complete decent soul reads my blog... ;)

Somehow i have always hated guys for the way they think abt girls...yes i agree that not all guys are same and i should not generalize..but then majority wins!!! Now let me just take a simple instance...Morning i was walking to Bus stop and saw 2 guys coming from the opposite direction. I knew what was stored..some dirty comments and cheap songs...but i ignored them and pretended as if i did not notice. I walked confidently but little insecured inside...when i was little close to them one guy whispered something in others ear..typical lady habbit...and they started singing a song which i liked till yesterday nite "Agar tum mil jao..." from Zeher. A nice song which obviously they ruined with their harsh, buffallo voice...The song followed with a unbearable comment. I wanted to slap those ass***** right on their faces but crossed my fingers and strode towards the bus ignoring them completely and giving no reactions on my face.
These guys are so sick that after looking at them i get a strong urge of becoming a bandit queen and killing all these jerks and cleaning the world and making it a better place to live...no no i wont do it unless untill...touch wood ...

I remember when i was in 10th grade and when my dad, refused me for taking out to market coz the crowd was damn cheap (i am talking abt a state called Haryana)...i used to long for those market places...how do ppl shop and how do they bargain etc etc..but whatever i wanted was at home and if by mistake i required something..it was ordered to an orderly and he used get them in minutes...Life goes on and dad got posted in a new place which was again a township...aloof from the outerworld i was bound in a small set of people and interactions were limited..a girl like me who is a born chatter box was allowed to torture just couple of people. Thanks to the school where i did my 11th 12th which actually allowed students from nearby villages...i got some idea of how these ppl speak and how they react and what they feel abt girls...handling those things was not easy...once i was threatened by guys as i did listen to their stupid stuff and scolded them in infront of the whole class...then the episode dragged and i started facing the music...all sort of nasty comments had put me in depression...i was scared to go to school. I hid it from my parents and friends as i was scared of dad...he is a tough person and everyone on this earth is scared of him...

One day, these guys threatened me in school by saying that "u dont come out of ur house as we will kidnapp u and then will tell u what we are" i got scared to the core..i knew them..i had heard stories of their achievements...I tried calling home but the filmi style tragedy nobody picked up...i tried calling dad in office but his phone was answered by his clerk...the nervousness was written all over my face..i wanted to go out of school desperately...I just ran from school as soon as the bell rang and looking here and there i just crossed some streets...i knew a place where the crowd was expected ...another school in the vicinity...I reached and saw many children coming out after their bell...i spotted my friend in the crowd and slowed my speed...i was sweating and told him the reason...he walked along with me till home and adviced me to tell this to my dad...telling this to dad required gutts...

I entered my home..had my lunch and was getting ready for a class...my hands were trembling...i remembered those big, blood red eyes, that threatened me..i could not chew my food..i gulped the chappati with water...i went in my room and sat there on my bed...I heard my mom yelling from other room that i was getting late and i am no serious abt my studies etc etc...i did not come out...finally she came in my room..asked me the matter...i lied saying that "not feeling well can i take off from the class.." she looked at me surprisingly..i never used to bunk my class..she sort of believed me..and left me in the room...myinnerself asked me how long will u continue this non sense..one day u have to tell..so why not today? so i went to mom annd told her the reason...she was shocked upon this...she went and told it to dad..Dad did not look at me...he called me he was completely involved in reading the newspaper..he told me to go to class immdiately..i had no option but to go..i took out my bicycle and started riding towards the destination...middle of the way i saw couple of guys standing..my heart started beating...it was beating at an unusual speed...i wanted to stop the bike and ran back but dad told me to go straight so i had to peddle further...little further i realised these are the same guys...

One guy actually came forward in the wide road and stopped me...he was abt to ask something that i heard a bullet coming..i turned back and it was Dad..he came and stopped it where i was standing. All guys were now looking at each others face..they were caught red handed...dad looked and me and asked me to go...i left...and next day onwards , none of them came in my way again...i know what all dad wud have told...i know all police stunts...

Later...dad taught me, how to tackle such kind of situations..where all to hit the person etc etc...after that 7 continous yrs in hostels..i know what to do with guys now...i know what they are meant for...one nice kick on their balls and they are gone...

This world is full of impotent men...some do such cheap things and get this label and some just watch this meekly and become impotent..there is no such world of *real* men...Am i being pessimist? i guess so...the people who claims to be the female supporter turns out to be a female eater...

This is the naked truth about "U". And nobody is an exception so far...atleast i havent seen...

Googling Ayn Rand

Well its lunch time and i am googling...this time i googled for Ayn Rand...i wanted to know more about her life..and wanted to know what all fictions are available in the market which i have not read till now.

I found a link on her biography with some pictures. If you want to know more about Ayn Rand? then "Touch Me" and i am sure her writings will touch u if u like philosophy kind of stuff :)

while reading about Ayn i came across a name "Victor Hugo". I guess i will be able to find his books (translated ones) here in India...

Now googling: Victor Hugo

Recap of the D Day..D for disaster

Yesterday was the first day in the new office…they came to know about my b'day and planned to celebrate it in the office...they ordered pastries and other things...Got big nice bunch of flowers from them...first day...and b'day...a strange thing...i was sending official mail and amidst of my work i got a call from a local number...

S: Hello
other side: Hello
S: Yes
other side: Am i speaking to S?
S: May i know who is calling?
other side: Is that S
S: Yes
other side: Hi ma'am, i am calling from ICICI bank and u have been selected as a winner of the lucky draw of ICICI bank.
S: Oh really
Other side: Yes ma'am
S: but i dont have an ICICI account
Other side: Actually Madam we took the numbers of couple of ppl and out of those u are the lucky one
S: Ohh..but i have a bangalore number and my cell is in roaming...then how can u get my number
Other side: Actually ma'am, what happened is.. (now i snapped..)
S: Who is this
other side: hmmm
S: Your Good name Pls?
Other side: Sandeep
S: Sunny?
Otherside: Yes, happy birthday... continues

Sunny is reems BF...

He could not play it successfully...trapped coz i dont have lousy bank accounts...Not everyone is successful in playing pranks like me ;)

After i finished the small office party, i went to see reems and Sunny…he is a very nice guy…spent my evening with them as nobody at home told me anything about the evening plans and no one asked for a party....

I started getting calls from brother & cousin at 8.15 p.m who wanted to go out with me for dinner…I reached home at 10.00 p.m but saw that quite some ppl were there…I felt bad as nobody had told me anything abt it…when I asked mom she said, she wanted to give a surprise but it did not work as I was damn late…Poor mom doesn’t know that I hate surprises…and it’s a flop show most of the times…Anyways, we postponed the treat for this weekend…lets see if I can make up coz heard that there is a meeting…

Now the interesting part…my dear Aunt bought a nice dress as a birthday present and asked me to try it…its a typical delhi girl’s jeans and a fancy top…looking at the jeans I told her “I wont be able to fit in ” she got angry…”try this” she ordered…and sent my cousin to see whether it really fits me or not…she doesn’t believe me it seems ;) well that jeans was like…I cant explain…in a nut shell I was not able to fit in that…my Aunt was furious…she told me “u better reduce” thankfully she did not tell me that “ this is the last size I saw on the shelf “ ;)

Nite I was too tired so went to bedroom with mom and she then told me that there were few calls on my landline for me…It was 11 p.m so i did not call back. Most of the ppl called me up on my cell…and few of them did not bother to call back. Anyways the best of all was I was expecting some calls from ppl I really like…but this time they turned me down…

None of my crushes called ;)

23 Yrs wasted…

Well last evening I realized I have wasted 23 yrs of my life and have done nothing which has given me a complete satisfaction (towards the decent side…poverted minds) …Last nite got an ISD call at 11.30 and I was just surprised…then got few calls and was wondering what have I done?

Let me explain you how the scene was and what I was doing…

At 11.00 p.m I saw my cell and there were some missed calls…I checked the numbers and found that 2 were ISD calls…Now it was time for me to wait and see how other ppl react…My mom she was tired with her days activities so went to bed and I was talking to her…door bell rang and I went to open it...it was my cousin with her husband who stays in next lane…she came down and I was chatting with them…suddenly got a call…went out to speak as network is never proper in my room…my cousin and brother were yelling at me as they wanted me to make chappatis for the chicken they had bought...i kept the phone and headed for the kitchen...Mom slept and cousin and her husband had left at 11.45…I entered and started preparing chapattis…thinking abt each passing minute which was not giving me any new feeling…Reems called up...I was busy preparing chappatis so I told her I will call back… and I did..

Then few calls from relatives and some friends…after I finished I was wondering why this time I had no excitement...no hopes…then I realized I am no longer a baby who gets excited on her birthday...i am a grown up female…and today its just any ordinary day for me…

the only thing special about today is that I have joined the new branch today and thankfully got a seat and comp to work on. The work allocation has not yet come but I am sure by the end of the day I will know how much I have to work and how to handle things from tomorrow onwards…Oops forgot to tell..today after a long time i went to gurudwara in the morning which is next door now...feel calm ;)

People out here are good. I met the COO of the company in the morning and sent my report in army style to my boss in Bangalore …the subject line was “ Reporting from delhi, Sir’

he he …quite fundo and I am sure they must have laughed…

Few mins back i got a call from my boss..and the converstaion was like this..

S: hello sir
Boss: Hi, happy birthday
S: thankyou, but how did u get to know?
Boss: i knew it was your b'day...
S: oh really! thats why u are wishing me in afternoon...and when i called up in the morning
there was no sign of my b'day ;)
Boss: ha ha..
S: now tell me how did u get to know
Boss: Well just now i was going through MIS reports of employees and saw your b'day..JIT
S: thankgod!! anyways thanks a lot
Boss: welcome


And one nice mail from my classmate just 5 mins back...i dont know how to react X-) wrong message on a right day...or ....right message on a wrong day...wondering!!!!

" hello S (my_name),
Belated happy birthday to you...may god bless u.. happy birthday to dear S .. happy birthday to you,,, how old are u???(just kidding)...ha..ha..
so sorry that i couldn't wish u on the other day ...because i donot have ur nos... so please do let me know ur nos.. and how are u in delhi... hot or the same...
aur suna kaise manaya birthday...
hope to hear from u soon..
bye
belated happy birthday again "

Why this happens to me...i feel like...
I am just typing thankyou mails from the morning...lot more stored for me like this...and i am damn sure about it...

My resolution: hmmmmmmm ...hmmmmmmmm ...hmmmmm i better start thinking ;) well fine yaar...let me think and write about it..hmmmmm i guess i will do some good things this year...dont ask what all...

Finally transferred to New Delhi

Last monday I got a mail from my travel planner asking me when wud I be comfortable for a journey. I casually told her any day but she took the literal meaning and finally booked the tickets of Wednesday thru Tatkaal…Tuesday she told me that I have to leave on Wednesday. That came to me as a shock…half of my things demanded a big and neat packing...and I was like lost…I had no time to meet me friends and tell good bye to them ...Wednesday morning I was feeling low…

Wednesday I was supposed to be in office for winding up the official things…it took me four hours and finally I left for my cousins house...I met my cousin and her mom...that was a surprise to find all of them there…I was there for 1 hour and finally left the place and headed towards my PG. I reached PG at 5.45 p.m and my train was at 6.30 p.m. I went to my old office and said good by to all my ex colleagues there and then ran back to PG at 6.00 p.m. With few mins left in hands I packed things in hustle bustle …and told Amit to pick me and drop me to Cantt station which is just 1 km from my PG. He came along with his parents and I reached station at 6.30 p.m. I saw the train coming from far and Coolie told me its Karnataka Express…shit man!!! I did not have time to go thru the bridge as it was coming on the other platform...i just jumped and started crossing the dirty dingy railway track and somehow managed to reach on the platform 2 before the train…it was a 5 min stop. Coolie kept the bags and train started moving…I said bye to all of them and was on my way to Delhi…

Trip…oh yes my train journey…well met three nice ppl and had fun in this journey…there was a female called Rohini who has completed her M.Sc from IIT Del and was in Bangalore for her Phd interview…then a guy called Rajib who got selected for mba in Bangalore…then third person called Milind bhaiya…eldest of all but wasn’t that old…

We discussed so many topics…it was fun…started with bangalore, weather, movies and yes made fun of each other…The best part was -Rohini was talking to someone over the phone and she said something abt Newton’s fourth law of motion...I was scratching my head as wat it is all abt…other guys were also confused...later got to know that it was a code word...smart ppl all around…we had our dinner together...then breakfast, lunch and everything (snacks and stuffs like that)…we chatted chatted and chatted …

Oh one incident which actually scared ppl around me...Milind bhaiya told that he gets up early so he will wake us all at 6.00 a.m...i made a very serious face and told him "you know i have a serious problem". Everybody was silent now. They all started looking at me...then i told them "whoever wakes me up, gets a really hardtime...as morning i get fits...i go mad..and start hitting ppl in subconcious state...once i hit so hard that the person who came to wake me up broke his front tooth ...so dont wake me...my humble request...i will get up myself" ;) Rohini started laughing...she knew what i was upto...she was just my types...morning i got up at 7.30 a.m :( office timings no....but they all were smiling..he he..poor ppl...i am so bad!!!

Last day in train was just amazing…3 ppl knew shayaris...they started off with their talent and to our surprise whole boggie was croweded to see the competition…nice fun

Reached New Delhi and brother and cousin was there to pick me...we hired a Taxi and then finally reached home. It was a surprise for mom. I did not tell her the real dates of my journey…had informed dad and brother abt it...wanted to see moms face…

I reached home and just hugged my mom…she was in shock for a moment…The best of all was… I was in regular touch with Mom thru my cell while traveling and she did not get a faintest idea of my journey...She tried to ask me about my journey details and I was avoiding that…on Thursday...she was smart enough to ask indirectly abt my journey details…I gave her a wrong date…poor mom was happy when I told I will be reaching on Sunday…She went and told me brother " See how smart I am…I indirectly asked her things and managed to get the information” my little monster who was aware of everything laughed at her and told “ U think u are the only smart person left on this world? She is your daughter and way ahead of u”

But mom could not make out anything…she understood those lines when I reached home :)