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
October 24, 2005
October 10, 2005
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...
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...
October 05, 2005
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
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
October 04, 2005
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!!!
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!!!
October 02, 2005
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.
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