Aided by Idiosyncrasies

Damn! What's it with me and younger men. Aaaaargghhhh!

2011-04-15T11:24:00.001+05:30

Messed up!

2010-10-29T17:48:00.000+05:30

Yes, we're so messed up. We:

- Pay huge amount of money for some drops of colored liquid only to puke it out later or get rid of it the next day.

- Inhale filthy smoke that burns our insides just for a high that doesn't even last five minutes.

- Ignore people but send friend requests to random aquaintances on social networks.

- Look for that perfect soulmate all our lives and cheat on them when we find one.

How much is too much???

2010-09-18T01:20:00.001+05:30

Recently I've been noticing the so called 'Status messages' of people on my Gtalk list and believe you me, they're nothing less than amusing. Offlate I haven't even had time for a breather at work, so I amuse myself by reading the weird Gtalk messages as and when I get two seconds off. Here are some really amusing ones that crossed my eyes recently:

- Savio: 2 great meetings in Mumbai, potentially gargantuan partnerships. But too early to disclose or comment. Hoping for the best in time to come.

Wow! After reading all of that, I'm Sooooo not curious and i'm not going to ask you anything.

anitha>: is not here.

We know that from your idle icon D-uh!

- Adam: Busy, please do not ping. Like really! if you REALLY do not want anyone to ping, may we suggest logging off?

- Cynthia: 9935639292

Do you really want EVERYONE to know your no.?

As I write all this, I can't wait to see more of this stuff. Gosh, I'm addicted. What say Guys?

The gift of faff...

2010-08-23T16:45:00.001+05:30

Helloooooooooo...After a long haul, I'm back again. Was dying to get back to blogging and found the perfect piece to write about. Like I always say, comedy happens to you when you're least expecting it! Just the other day when I almost had a tiff with one of the guys at the agency that I work with, I got an apology email from him. Here's what it says:

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Hi XXXX,

It was a pleasure connecting with you.

I apologies for touching a soft spot, I hope you can appreciate where I was coming from. None-the-less it was not intentional to dissatisfy you and offend you with expressing myself.
I hope we can put it behind us.

As discussed, find attached presentation – that we had presented to you.
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Much as I was stumped to read this, I couldn't help but Roll on the F'in floor!!

That guy better thank his stars he wasn't in front of me or I would've returned the favor by touching all soft spots and making sure he wouldn't be able to touch them himself again.

If that's not enough for you unsatisfied folks, here's another one I got recently (Thankfully not the same guy)

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Hi XXXX,

Attached here is the content used on the end devices. As I informed you, the content is twigged (My techie friends would understand what he's referring to) a little to fit on to the display with a bigger font.

It caught attention of everyone and some of them got engaged with it. (Wow, got engaged to a device? Really??) They held it in their hand and rocked it as well. (Ahem! No more details please) However on the call for action we need to understand more on the end user behavior.

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Yeah sure, we'll decide the call for action and get more users engaged with the damn device. :D

Namma 'Lovely' Bengaluru

2010-06-15T10:34:00.000+05:30

Ok, after a long halt and forever writer's block, this is one thing that has prompted me to put a quick note for all your bangaloreans to enjoy and the others to get jealous of. Bangalore, my city these days, is known for it's lovely weather. And these days it's better than ever-est (Superlative of ever). I'll not let my words get in the way and let the pictures do the talking.

So, blankets are out, jackets are on and raincoats are getting used while the sun weilds it's power on other cities. Love you Bangalore!!

Kelly...my love :D

2010-04-17T16:56:00.000+05:30

Ok, as fate would have it...I have a writer's block :| (Issued in public interest by God). So until I finally get my fingers to write something, here's one of my fav funny videos. If you haven't seen this, do give it a watch. If you've seen it, do give it a watch.

Enjoy!

Guy-rations

2010-03-05T01:18:00.001+05:30

Hi All (whoever actually stumbles upon this blog). Apologies for the long snooze. You see, I've been busy...umm, thinking about ways to prevent the third world war. Anyway, I recently went to Mumbai and something funny happened. I'll spare you the details but I'd definitely share my thoughts on what it got me thinking about. Of the 5 yrs that I've been travelling and working all over India, I came across different kinds of guys....

The loud, brash, good-at-heart nothie: This one's a stunner at the first glimpse but makes you run for your life the moment he opens his mouth. The gutwrenching abuses but heartwarming smile, cheap attitude but expensive clothing is what describes him best. Now that I've been missing home, the downpour of abusive language (that to in hindi-punjabi) has become music to my ears. ;D

The charmer: This one's a smooooothie...he's great at making interesting conversations, making promises and at showing you the carrot. Meet him for the night and watch him leave skid marks the next day.

The arrogant intellectual %@%%#: He's the eligible bachelor, has more degrees than clothes to wear (mostly wears his company T-shirts or college alumni ones :D), has more weight to throw around than on himself. This one's usually found down south of India. If he's after you, you should be grateful (or so he thinks :D). Although he looks pretty disciplined, he's had more women than you can count.

The psychopath: This one will track, stalk and hunt you down until you cave in. A die-hard romantic but more committed than the ones above. Don't judge him, the dearth of women in his life makes him so. :D

The dominating daddy: uh uh uh..NO...don't even think of thinking naughty. This one thinks relationships are all about placing restrictions....the over obsessive, dominating jerk.

Ok, just my random rantings over some of 'em. Couldn't help but put my seldom judgemental mind to work. Feel free to share details about the types you've met or to throw stones at me (if you're a guy) :D :D

Whatever said, the deal is that we foolish women can't live without them. Dayum, you men!

I'm Blue

2010-01-22T14:26:00.001+05:30

As if my parents weren’t enough, I got a call from Shaadi.com a while ago asking me if I’d spare some time to talk to them about Marriage proposals. Wtf??!! I’m sure my name might be in flashing in red bold letters in their database saying ‘Eligible candidate. Catch her NOW!’ I’m sorry Shaadi.com, I refuse to contribute to your sales and put my life in trouble. Just FUCK OFF. And how did they get my number you ask? They got it off a job portal where I’ve posted my resume. Ugh!

To make matters worse, facebook is giving me daily updates on who’s getting married, who’s getting engaged. Old colleague couples getting married, peers getting engaged, friends meeting soulmates. The only positive happening in the entire process is the growth of my single blues. K

Go take a walk, world. Don’t hassle me with those marriage talks.

The ice and spice of my life

2010-01-10T14:55:00.006+05:30

Once in a while you meet someone and you just know that you're home. You know that the ride together is going to be awesome hereon. Then all the food tastes good, there's good music all around, the people around seem so happy and start looking good, the atmosphere is filled with joy. I didn't think something like this exists, but I soon realized when it happened to me myself. But ofcouse, that someone isn't any person but a cafe on St. Marks Road, Blore called 'Ice & Spice' (Yeah, don't be fooled. It doesn't happen that way with another person ;D). As soon as I entered the quaint little thing, I knew this was going to be my second home. ;D

The tiny sitting space inside the cafe looks so inviting, I've never felt more cozy at any other place. And the food! OMG!!! The vegetarian burgers are to die for. The most pleasurable experience is tasting their warm melted chocolate tarts. (You have to ask to heat the tarts before they're served) As the chocolate decadence melts in your mouth, you can't help but feel like a lover is softly stroking your hair while you plunge into the most pleasurable state of consciousness. There's good music and it gets better as you dig your teeth into sheer ambrosia. Do I have to mention how good the ambience is? Go alone or with your partner or with your friends or parents (um...not really) but just GOOOO there!

Needless to say, you know where to find me this weekend and every other. The best part of this entire escapade is that my wallet loves it too! A must must must visit.

A good one!

2009-12-23T09:48:00.003+05:30

If you like to laugh you gotta gotta check out this website.

www.brainstuck.com.

It totally had me in wits and I ended up spending hours checking it out.

The one on the right is my favorite pick from the site ;D --------->>

The freshest warm funny straight-from-the-oven Jinuism

2009-12-18T12:39:00.007+05:30

Comedy is what happens to you when you're least expecting it. And Jinuisms, according to the tradition, come unannounced. When you are unguarded, in a serious mode. It happened today, when we were chatting on GTalk (You see, we have left no stones unturned when it comes to testing all forms of communication to constantly be in touch). Plus we don't have any other work. ;D

Anyway, this time it goes like this. We've been boy bashing for some time now (Apologies to the only two male readers of my blog ;D) and telling each other how we deserve much better (Thank god for vanity!). Just when I was cribbing how I've been the wrong guy magnet for ever now and that I don't think I'll find someone right ever, she said it! And the usual happened. I was in fits.

Here it is, Uncanned and Uncensored.

jinup: arey i am telling u

u r a solid package man*

12:13 PM u r intelligent, smart, humorous, witty and guess what u r hot also! :D

and ambitious..!*

ppl think they'll get max 2 things from this

but u r a bloddy package man*

12:14 PM and i wont let someone exhange a mac book for a bloody desktop

me: hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

omg!!!!

omfg!!!!

hahahahahahahahahahahahaha

another jinuism

* Note - None of the adjectives issued by the individual JinuP above are true, they have just been quoted for sake of demonstration of love.

Why wink?!?

2009-12-10T01:10:00.002+05:30

Of a lot of stupid things that men do, winking stumps me the most. I mean...there's some winking that is done as a form of eve teasing. But no! This is not eve teasing. Have you ever noticed your guy friends greet you with a wink? Have you ever seen a colleague pass by and winking at you instead of waving or saying hullo?

And then what do you do? Wink back?!? Or slap? Or say...aye nayansukh, harkatein mat kar!

I've joined this new company and surprisingly everytime I come accross this one colleague of mine..he winks at me?!? :| Grrrrrrr

The magic is gone ;D

2009-12-05T20:20:00.004+05:30

It had been too long...and it felt great to get one of those again. I call them Jinuisms. For people who think I'm funny, wait until you meet her, my best friend. For the uninitiated, Jinuisms are these little snippets of monologue (read: explosions of laughter gas) that leave you gasping for air in between fits of laughter everytime she rattles them off.

Just the other day when i was reminding her of the time my ex actually complained about the fact that the 'magic is gone' and how she and I cracked up on it (Yeah, I know I'm a bitch), she says...

"The day I heard that, I knew it wasn't going to last with that guy. There's only that much magic that a woman can create with two boobs and one brain!!"

Biatch! ;D

She did it. Again. I was ROFL.

...and isn't it ironic?

2009-12-05T19:39:00.004+05:30

"...Traffic Jams when you're already late, a no smoking sign on your cigarette break. It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is knife. It's like meeting the man of my dreams, and meeting his beautiful wife... "

That's right. Met the man of my dreams...and his beautiful fiance. Have known him since childhood when his issues were 'how to pataofy a girl' to 'how to cross the 50% mark in the next exam.' I used to be his fat friend whom his hot girlfriends used to look down upon wondering why he hangs out with me.

Used to help him spot babes in malls and share my notes with him. (Not that I was geeky or any better than him in studies...well only slightly). Used to be the first one to know about his 30 day stints and the girls he used to think he'll settle down with.

Met him after 4 years when he's back to India for his engagement to a beautiful girl. He now talks about world economy, sufi music, stable relationships, global warming and all impressive stuff. Had the most amazing time and conversation in two days. Felt the most comfortable in a long time.

Hmmm....filmy, very filmy.

Note: All characters in this post are fictitious bearing no resemblance to any person living or dead (Well, maybe only slightly)

...and isn't it ironic? :)

Monday night madness!

2009-12-01T00:32:00.003+05:30

I'm high. Yes, I'm high as I write this. It's my space. Not like...'MySpace' but my space. Battling the viruses on my flatmate's laptop, I'm complaining! I wanna hit God. That stupid thing that's called God. Go on, you freaks. come on and hit me, you lunatics. The ones who consider themselves the curators of God. Anyway, back to business. I'm no more jobless!

Today was my first day at work! And what do I hear? "What desserts would you like for Saturday?" "What's going to be the menu for Valentine's Day?"

It's such a refreshing change after 'traffic targets' and 'target registrations', all that mediocrity',' a stupid stupid website'

Pfffffffffffffffff

The quirks of singledom :|

2009-11-18T23:44:00.001+05:30

One of the weirdest things about being single is that you no longer find those ‘sweet nothings’ sweet. Those little acts of love seem annoying especially when someone else is doing it. Just the other day, I went out for dinner with a couple who couldn’t get enough of each other. And OMG! It was suffocating. I mean, why call me? Yeah, I know, I know, all you lovely couples hate me already. To make it worse, they would often look for morsels in each other’s mouths. Atleast that’s what I prefer to think they were doing. Wait. Now what? You obviously think that I’m this old-haggardly-whiney-thankless single woman. No!!?! Gosh... there I go two steps closer to my quarter life crisis. Ugh!

Home!

2009-11-15T00:31:00.000+05:30

I’m back to the place I call home. It’s a deluge of experiences, my parent’s house. Relatives, neighbours, friends who I grew up with, and most of all, time with parents. I have grown up and so have my parents. My dad has joined Facebook and my mum complains about knee aches. That’s what is new. ;D

Laugh it off!

2009-11-08T17:37:00.005+05:30

I'm back to the city I'm in love with...Bangalore. After the luxury of home in Delhi and almost a luxury vacation in Mumbai, I'm back to beautiful breeze and rain drenched lanes of Bangalore. I must say it's the most beautiful city to settle in. Anyway, this one's a special dedication to a very witty blog of a friend. He really has the gift of the comic gab. Everytime I visit his blog, I can't help but crack up. So, check it out.

Here goes...

www.madonionslicer.com

The benefits of staying away from home.

2009-10-22T08:56:00.002+05:30

The experience of changing a light bulb. Yourself.
The experience of going to the electricity board, paying the bill yourself and regaining your bijli connection. Usually, at home, the driver, odd jobs boy, or daddy's office peon would do that.
The habit of listening to your conscience more than your parents. Their decision might coincide almost all the time but then that's the freedom that you enjoy.
The experience of experiencing your joys, your grievances on your own. Sharing them with people YOU want to.
The suckiness of kneading the dough to make roti and then the ultimate joy of sitting down and hogging all of it realizing how well you cook.
The freedom to sleep at 8:00pm in the evening if you want to.
The freedom to take anybody home (your house) or throw anybody out ;D
The realization of right and wrong. On your own. And then the joy of kicking away what's wrong even if it's verrrrrrrrry tempting.
The freedom of going out at 12 in the night and not being hollered by your dad to find out when you're gonna come back.
The freedom of sitting down at 9 AM in the morning typing all this when you know you should be rushing to work instead, and not being harrangued by your parents saying 'It's time! You gotta rushhh'
Escaping the feeling of helplessness after witnessing your parent's health deteriorate by the day. (This one sucks but don't hate me for this.)
The experience of friends. Real friends. and very sucky roommates too sometimes.

Now, I've seen it ALL!

2009-09-30T11:29:00.002+05:30

Yes, quite literally. This is it! There was a time when I thought seeing Mallu porn was it, then there was a time when I thought eating curd rice with manchurian was it. Then there was yet another time when I thought watching disusting videos on YouTube was it and then yet another time when I thought doing aerobics to a Tamil song was it. But no! Today, I crossed all those barriers. This is IT. Fortunately/Unfortunately (All you Cranberry fans out there, please close your ears) I danced to 'Zombie' today in my aerobics class! Eow! No! No! Don't stone me. It wasn't my fault.

It was the instructor.

I mean whatever he was thinking, I'm sure he would never know that right there in that dance hall at that moment, he created history....

Zoe, Indira Nagar

2009-09-28T02:13:00.002+05:30

Ok, after a long time, this is one place that needs a special mention on my blog. Today, after a long time, with much reluctance, we went to Zoe Restolounge Indira Nagar. Although the approach to the place isn't great, the food is surprisingly awesome! If you wanna try some good mediterranean cuisine, try this one out. My personal recommendation would be the 'Combo Meal'. I tried the vegetarian one and that was real nice.

'Super-friends'

2009-09-02T18:56:00.002+05:30

There are friends and then there are ‘Super’ friends. I don’t like to call them best friends. Coz that looks more like a title than the love it should communicate. Can’t forget the scene yesterday, my super-friend was emotional for something I should’ve been. Hehe…I was cool and she was sad that I was going through that.

A few things I’m proud I can do with my ‘Super-Friends’(Your bucket list might differ though)

• Call them at two in the night and abuse :D
• Drink till I drop
• Do the lesbian dance with them and still not feel icky about it (Don’t judge me on this)
• HUUUUUUUUUUGGGG tight! (It’s a need, people)
• Get them drenched on holi (EVERY SINGLE TIME)
• Cry for nonsensical issues :D
• Talk about our teenage adventures without judging each other (devilish smile)
• Bitch endlessly about people and then feel guilty about it.
• Laugh, laugh, laugh at public places till people around think that we’ve gone mad.
• Make big promising plans with people and then give them goli and sneak out together.

The list goes on and on and I hope it does in the future too. (Yikes! Sounds too formal) Anyway…love yaaa my friends and friendeees.

It's a tough one....

2009-09-02T14:57:00.001+05:30

Hell Yeah! You can either fight for it or fight to get out of it. Such is this thing called ‘Relationship.’ No matter how much you love the other person, when it comes to big words like ‘Marriage,’ love takes a back seat and other important/less important things take the forefront. Stuff like education, religion, parents, career aspirations, location preferences, choices, honesty/dishonesty, kids etc. etc. etc.
There are some things you know that you will never get and there are some things that you know you’ll get if you try a little hard. When your relationship is rocky, you know that you want to try every way to get through the difficulty but then other things come in the way that make you think twice. At that point, what do you do? Go for the guy/girl, coz you love him to bits or don’t go for them coz you know that religion/attitude/career etc. etc. issues are never gonna get sorted out. You try hard, harder, hardest until you come to a point where you don’t want to try any more. It’s like your gut says ‘NO’ and your heart says ‘Hell, yeah!’

Letter to Daddy

2009-07-09T12:27:00.002+05:30

Hi papa. I’m sitting next to the window at the dining table in my house far far away from you and ma. Eating a brown bread sandwich for breakfast. I’m having something called breakfast after ages. Don’t remember the last time I ate a hearty one. As I eat and look out of the window, I can’t help but whimper a bit. I miss you. I remember the time you used to run after me right from my bed up to the bus stop to make me eat breakfast while I used to be rushing for school. How I used to HATE it! Now...How I wish you’d run after me like that now to feed me food.

Hmmm…………..

The element of risk

2009-06-23T21:35:00.004+05:30

I love these things. Random...It's a sudden rush of excitement and then...just then..I have to do it! That is how I got my eyebrow piercing and this time...my new haircut! I had long tresses and now..you can count the hair on my head.Surprisingly, contradictory to what I had thought, I feel great!

Just a smile...

2009-06-13T11:19:00.003+05:30

Just came accross this amazing illustration today. What a irony. If only we could pay to have a permanent smile on our face, even in the face of adversity or in front of people we don't like.

Marriage!?!?!

2009-06-03T19:19:00.002+05:30

Laptop open FAST! I need to write. Need to express. Need to squeeze that second of emotion that I felt onto this LCD screen. I just talked to her. She’s getting married. My friend. MY friend. She’s getting married. My peer! I mean at this stage I can’t even think of getting married and she says she wants to get married. She wants to get done with it and start her new life. Man! Am I missing something? Am I missing an important stage in life? Will it be too late when I start feeling something like this? Or am I already feeling it but somehow covering it..suppressing it , hushing it under my ambitions?

Is it the word I’m scared of ? Am I looking at marriage like that giant roller coaster you see at amusement parks and you know that’s gonna cause a lot of trouble to your bowels. You know it’s going to be fun at the end but just going towards it makes you shit bricks. Anyway, I’m digressing. The main point here is…it feels like I’m losing her. One of my very close friends, one of the gang of friends that I used to swear by. As I was talking to her, I had just started enjoying the fact that I was getting back in touch and that she was still the same I met at college (I needed that feeling), she tells me she’ll have to disconnect. Her fiancé is calling. She needs to talk to him.

Where are the days when we would do anything and everything together? Where are the days when we would yell back at our parents because they used to stop us from talking to the same friend again on phone after we had spent the entire day together? Now, as people get married, friends become social circle, little acts of friendship become sweet memories, unmarried friends will be looked down upon because ‘they don’t know what married life is like.’

Anyway, I’ve seen that earlier, and I’ve seen people like me feel the same way about their friends getting married. It feels miserable. Or I’m just getting too emotional here. Maybe that’s how really reluctant people get married too. They see their friends get married and there comes a stage when they feel too lonely. Ok people, don’t laugh. It’s just the ‘OMG- my-friend’s-getting-married’ nervousness.

Wisdom hurts!

2009-06-02T21:34:00.003+05:30

Dayum it does! Whoever said we needed a wisdom tooth? It doesn't come out till you've lived half your life and whenever it grows, it throws tantrums. I'm exasperated...distressed...maybe I need a dog bone coz sometimes it hurts and other times it itches. I'm not even able to think straight. So you bloody wisdom tooth, I've got two words for you and they are 'Grow up!'

What if companies honestly advertised what they were trying to sell?

2009-06-01T00:53:00.014+05:30

At the cost of plagiarism...take a look! :D (Due credit to the person who created these. I didn't!)

New blog...

2009-06-01T00:44:00.002+05:30

Ok, the blog fever's catching on with me. I've created a new blog called 'Managerial Mumbo Jumbo.' It's all about my experiences as a newbie manager. I'm learning so many new things everyday, and I gotta write it all down. Read and feel free to share your thoughts too!

Hyderabad Woes

2009-05-22T01:42:00.002+05:30

Yeah, that's right. I'm sick of it now. I wonder how I stayed in that city for three years. No offence here to anyone, it's just personal opinion. But seriously I've seen the safety levels dip to abysmal lows in the past three years that I was in Hyderabad. I was back in Hyderabad last weekend and I realized why I hated it so much. Some reasons:

- The stares: Trust me, those wretched eyes of a lot of men on the roads in Hyd go straight from your face to your chest. (It feels sick!)

- The verbal abuses: It's strange how they take to verbal abuse as a form of eve teasing. I remember going home late one night when a gang of guys started calling me a bitch and laughed out loud after that. (Wonder how they found it funny.)

- Anything can happen: This time it was a limit! I'm sitting in an auto thinking I'm safe when a group of guys pass by. I get to hear the usual comments (darling, sexy...etc. etc.and it's not flattering!) and one of them actually musters up the courage to extend his hand into the auto and reach out for my face! I was shocked.

- Spit on the pants: Most people disagree with me but I've faced this three times! All the time while walking on Banjara Hills Road no. 1, near City Center. Some random biker would come and spit pan on our pants! At first, I thought it was an accident but it's too much of a coincidence to face it three times. I tried to find out the reason for this from some Hyderabadi locals. Apparently, there is some telugu B-grade movie in which the villain does this act. And some fuckers think it's cool to do it in reality!

- Crazy following: I used to ride a scooty when I was there. Lately, it had become difficult to go out on the scooty after eight. Random guys in cars would follow you until your house!

Some of you would find these extreme opinions but I'm outraged! It's becoming increasingly difficult to stay in Hyderabad especially if you're a north Indian. The city would be far from becoming an IT hub if this continued.

Thanks for the love!

2009-05-13T20:53:00.003+05:30

Never got a chance to thank my followers and the ones who read my posts carefully and comment. Thank you guys! And Mania! Thought I'd send you a message or a comment but couldn't find a way to get to your blog. Nevertheless, thanks for the follow :)

Turning 24...

2009-05-13T20:32:00.003+05:30

Ok people, I've turned 24. Which means i'm one step closer to the quarter life crisis. Didn't get time to write this on my birthday but like it's the in-thing, i was thinking about the 24 years that passed. I still remember the proud and ecstatic me when I had turned 4. I would promptly tell my age with my name when people asked me for...well..just my name. :) What an achievement it was to get one more year added to your age. It was like a lakh added to your salary. Umm..ok, that's an overestimation. So without wasting much time, here are 24 things that I find funny about myself.

1. My fat. :|
2. The fact that I go blank when I see a lot of numbers.
3. Ok, finally making it public. I'm scared of people in the finance sector (Because they seem to know a lot of Math.)
4. The name 'Obama' makes me think of an overfried 'aaloo tikki' (patty for the ones who don't know hindi)
5. The way I assure people that I know something when I don't know shit about it.
6. The way I run on the treadmill. (Lips pursed tight, no exhalation)
7. The way my face get twitched when I sing (Looks quite like 'ooooooooooohhhhHuzoooorrr'...Himesh Reshamiya)
8. As a two year old I used to threaten people (old and young alike) that I'll claw them with my nails.
9. I called one of my neighbors a witch on her face. (She used to be very generous with make up on her face, so I couldn't help but tell her the truth) Hehe
10. The way I got drunk and fell on the dance floor three times in Firangi Paani one day :D
11. Phew!! That's it for now. Will keep updating it as soon as I recall more things.

Ciao!

I echo...

2009-04-26T09:16:00.003+05:30

That's what I feel as I read this...

Long Distance

2009-04-26T08:38:00.004+05:30

I have a long distance relationship! And, man it sucks! Yes, with my parents. The only disadvantage about Bengaluru is that I'm so far away from home. Just can't hop over to meet Ma, have a good cuppa tea, chat with Dad, or attend a friend's engagement :(. Wonder whether this is all worth it. I'm sorry Anda. It's really a pity that I won't be there. And sorry Mum and Dad that I couldn't be there to celebrate my birthday with you. I still love you all. (Ma, Daddy, Anda, Chadhu, Mehta):)

The importance of a hug

2009-04-18T22:55:00.003+05:30

Someone once called me a hug master. Well, not that I really am but after reading an article on the importance of hugs, I think I'm close.

The opening lines say "We need 4 hugs a day for survival, 8 hugs a day for maintenance and 12 hugs a day for growth" I couldn't agree more. And they also have a full one page theory on how to hug. Wow! I think I've found my calling. I want to be a 'hug therapist'!

Anyway, here's the technique, with full credit to the writer:

HOW TO HUG

Hugging may sound like the simplest thing on earth, but it will help to keep a few things in mind. Non-hugs are no good. In his book Caring, Feeling, Touching, Dr Sidney Simon describes five non-hugs:
I. The A-frame hug, in which nothing but the huggers' heads touch.
2. The half-hug, where the huggers' upper bodies touch—while the other half twists away.
3. The chest-to-chest burp, in which the huggers pat each other on the back, defusing the physical contact by treating each other like infants being burped.
4. The wallet-rub, in which two people stand side-by-side and touch hips.
5. The jock-twirl, in which the hugger, who is stronger or bigger, lifts the other person off the ground and twirls him.

The real thing, the full body hug, touches all the bases. Dr Simon describes it like this: "The two people coming together take time to really look at each other. There is no evasion or ignoring that they are about to hug... You try as hard as you can to personalize and customize each hug you give... With a full body hug there is a sense of complete giving and fearless. Communication, one uncomplicated by words.

"It is the attitude that is important," says Vikas Malkani. "It need not be a full, frontal hug. It could be sideways. Generally, hug only friends and people you know."

"Many people do not like their personal space to be invaded. Still others may feel too vulnerable at times to like to be touched," warns Dr Bhagat.

The stereotype of men being less demonstrative than women in their love and affection is by and large true. "But men are more open to hugging after a few drinks at parties," says Pommi Malhotra. From her experience she says that even the tough ones respond to hugging.

Many people feel embarrassed or uncomfortable when hugged, but Malkani's advice is to still go at it because they are bound to feel good afterwards and may even feel grateful to you. When you feel the need to be hugged, ask for one. Any place is good enough for hugging: home, office, school, church, a party, a conference. You may, however, feel uncomfortable hugging, for example, at work. In that case, prefer a more intimate environment, such as at home with friends or at a party.

Bengaluru Babe

2009-04-18T21:54:00.002+05:30

So here I am...everything set. Bags unpacked, house...check, workplace...check, indira nagar...check. Just bought some books...'Fragrance of Osho (I'm a big fan), Laws of Manu (The laws set by the first man on earth according to Hindus or something like that), All things wise and wonderful (written by a vet in Ireland..well i got sold by the cover). Sitting at home and taking in the fragrance of Osho. Saturday evenings were never so peaceful. I love it! Who says you need to party on a saturday. A nice cup of ginger tea, my balcony and a book in hand is all you need.

I love Bengaluru already.

Tragedy!

2009-03-06T08:43:00.002+05:30

Tragedy strikes on an idle Tuesday when you're least expecting it. So true! On an idle Sunday, as I was rejoicing my increased capacity for sleep and dragging myself out of the bed, I saw it. A red dot at the tip of my nose. It was dormant yet prominent. I couldn't believe my skin. I got a boil! Right at the tip of my nose!! I mean I know I'm not supposed to behave like a teenager but what the hell! Today, it's been a week and it refuses to go; feels like a headlight! Am I being too girlie? vain? thrifty? cranky? Hell Yeah! Tragedy does strange things to you. Come on girls, I need support, sympathy and loads of soframycin!!!

Taliban vows to take over Pak

2009-03-03T12:00:00.000+05:30

I can feel goose pimples all over as I read this. "Taliban on Monday vowed to capture Pakistan if the democratic leadership does not alter its stand on North Atlantic Treaty Organisation" As an Indian citizen, it's not just some news to amuse, it's an outright alarm, a note of suicide. The Pakistani government has recognized Taliban rule in the Swat Valley region in exchange for a temporary cease-fire and they're not far away from the Indo-Pak border. It might sound silly but the thought of myself and my peers in burqas getting no form of entertainment or education whatsoever and being denied basic human rights doesn't seem unreal anymore. It could happen tomorrow, day after or next week. The most disturbing is the complacency of the Indian Army. The Indian Army Vice Chief Lt Gen Noble Thamburaj is of the view that it is not a "direct threat" to India. Yeah right! The ruthless rats blew our cities to pieces and we couldn't do anything and you still have the balls to say that extremist forces like Taliban are not a direct threat to India?

Our neighboring country is breathing fear of being taken over completely by Taliban and we can still afford to sit in peace. What if Taliban has already established it's presence in India?

Seeing the public protests and peace marches in the recent past by Indian people, I'm confident that the public of India is capable of coming together in a state of emergency. We just need to wake up and realize the threat before it's too late. Otherwise, we may not 'live' to regret.

And I'm freeee...

2009-02-27T15:21:00.000+05:30

Ok, so in case you were wondering why I was dormant for so long, here's the answer. I've been in training for a month now and today finally!! I"m freeeee!!! I'm someone who never liked school. Can you imagine putting me through a month of that time again? Variety of trainers, heavy information download, classroom jokes(the better part) and the killer...Homework!!! Eww. And what's the key takeaway? An extensive research in the field of the behavior of the organism that exists in the four walls of a classroom/training room and is usually found in the forefront. Yes, the Trainer! Here are my keen observations:

- The I'm-too-stylish-for-you trainer: I usually carry my extra dose of concentration pills for her class coz I'm sure to get distracted with her accent, flowing hair, shiny/silly clothes, nail paint, shoes, earrings, or cleavage.

- The let-me-sing-for-you trainer: This one's called singy-songy. An aspiring singer caught in the wrong profession. Someone told her lessons could be sung and she took it a little too seriously. ;D

- The Shatabdi Express: This one probably wanted to be an F1 racer. The one who loves to go full speed and the brightest student shall be he who can catch up. Doesn't matter how many are left behind.

- The I-don't-know-but-I-can-get-back trainer: That's their typical line and it gets you thinking whether they're actually a trainer. I mean isn't it convenient to promise to get back to us with a solution and never do? I'm sure my fellow colleagues would relate to this line. ;d

- The d-r-r-r-a-a-a-b-b-b bore: This one dresses up so terribly that it distracts you. You itch to fix that broken button, iron the shirt, hide the glaring undershirt and comb their hair. Ok, I'm not a control freak but this one will give a big moral boost to your dressing sense.

This might sound mean but it was struggling to come out. Phew!!

The pink chaddi campaign...

2009-02-09T13:53:00.000+05:30

Do you remember the mangalore incident? Were you outraged and wanna do something about it? Well, I'm gonna do this.
Show some love to the Sri Ram Sene. Send them the Pink Chaddi this Valentine's Day. Do it NOW!

Proud to be an Indian?

2009-02-05T14:23:00.000+05:30

We're a country of fools. We've grown up to believe someone else, to follow someone else and to blame someone else. We're a country that follows a particular religion because our family has been following it even if it doesn't work for us. A country where priests actually tell people to follow rules of religion to live their lives. Isn't religion supposed to be something that leads you to God? Then how can we forget that and use religion to dictate people's everyday living? Someone said 'India is anything but a spiritual nation, infact a highly materialistic one. Because all the religious rituals ceremonies and sermons are actually conducted to achieve something in the material world. Very True! We exist in extremes, may it be Christianity, Hinduism or Islam. We follow people like Raj Thackeray without even applying our minds and thinking how it's going to affect our world. And this is the most ironic, we excel in blaming other people. It's a very common site to see someone saying 'City roads are so bad. The govt. is not doing anything.' Someone should ask him, "Dude, since how many years have you been evading taxes?' 'Politics is a dirty game. All the politicians are fake'..'Okay! How bout getting into politics yourself and cleaning up the mess? or even going out and casting a vote??'

I guess it's one of those moments where I'm not feeling very proud to be an Indian.

Turning into vegetables...

2009-01-27T10:35:00.000+05:30

So this is the mood of the day. Incedibly beautiful..this poem.

The good ol' times that we're having right now...

2009-01-20T09:13:00.000+05:30

Yeah, that was the sign I saw at TGI's Friday yesterday. It was something more than that, but I liked this part the most. It truly reflects the time I'm having right now. So many ol' friends that I had lost touch with, are cropping up from nowhere..thanks to Facebook!

Here are some of them I found recently:

- Apaar - Cute guy from tuition class in 10th grade. One of those mischievious guys that every girl sorta finds cute but is too shy to admit. Well, that was the case with the girls in my tuition, I know it. Let's see how he looks now.

- Dhruv aka Sunny: My childhood friend. The 'Chris Griffin' of our times. :D Two things I remember distinctly, his style of running and the boisterous laughter. All in all, a very good friend.

Mahiti: Friend from work. Ex-Googler. Nice girl :)

Oh yeah, it's the week of ol' friends and I've decided I'm gonna make an effort to find long lost friends online. Heil Facebook!!!

Touched

2008-12-31T10:18:00.000+05:30

In the course of our usual daily lives, we often don't notice or forget to recognize the little nice acts that touch us. One such thing happened to me today and it definitely needs a mention on my blog. Today is yet another day at work and nothing exciting except for the fact that it's Dec 31. I was sleepily stepping into the office cursing the monotony of it all and how I was in dire need of a change.

The scene goes somewhat like this...I enter the premises...turn left for the cafe...grab a plate and cutlery and move towards the buffet counter for breakfast. And before I could reach the food, there she was, with a bowl of lemon wedges exclusively for me. In my grumpy mood, I could hardly understand what she was doing and gave her a strange look.

Me: I asked her "What's this?"
Her: "Today we have poha for bfast. You like lemon with your poha right? So I got some wedges for you."

Wow! I was blown away. I take bfast in the same cafe 365 days of the year and even I don't remember the last time I had poha there and told her that I like lemon on it. What touched me the most is that she remembered! Out of the 1200 odd people who eat there, she remembered what I liked! Man, I don't know if I can care for a stranger so much. Hats off to her. I was touched.

By the way, she is the catering supervisor at our office cafe. Salute to your affection lady.

Tagged again!

2008-12-30T09:36:00.000+05:30

There's so much to write and so little time. I'm addicted to blogging too. The only problem is, my mind runs faster than my hands so I usually move on to some other topic when I start writing about one. You call it a focus problem? Nah...i'm just too fast. Anyway, thanks Chote. Here are my answers to the questions:

1. The love potion you made tastes terrible. How will you drink it?

What? What kinda question is that?? I don't need love potions. There's no such thing as love. Bad girls go everywhere remember? ;D

2. You can punch a hole in an apple using a straw. How do you think that makes your milkshake feel?

Frustrated.

3. You've been entered in a shadow puppet contest. What's your best pose?

The ooh la la pose.

4. Do you believe that forks are evolved from spoons?

No. They were created as a result of the hypertension in the lungs of myochondric organisms that also had gastrobolic deformities.

5. Your people want to make a statue in your honor. What will it be made out of and what victory will it commemorate?

It'll be made out of milk and umm....what victory will it commemorate? umm...Pass

6. In the dream where you show up to school naked, why do you never go swimming?

Was too busy posing ;D

7. The children are waiting! Please tell them the story about the bald frog with the wig:

The frog had the most beautiful hair in the entire jungle. The princess kissed the frog thinking it'll turn into a prince. The princess kissed the frog and voila...it turned into Bappi Lahiri. Bappi Da thanked her for setting him free and rushed to judge one of the music competitions on TV. You will still find the devastated princess sitting there singing "Bappi bappi bappi..aaja aaja aaja..."

9. You have to dig a hole to China. Where do you start?

My nose.

I have no other friends that have not been tagged. So if you find this tag interesting, please tag yourself.

Books!

2008-12-29T10:23:00.000+05:30

There’s a certain deliciousnesss in books. Just going through landmarkonthenet.com and I realized I’m addicted. The sight of books makes me hungry( well...for books of course). I wanna buy many more than I can ever read. The mere whiff of knowledge that comes out of a freshly opened book...the ritual of digging your nose in those mahagony pages and straining your eyes and neck to turn the last page over..ah it’s just beautiful. For now, I’m addicted to fiction…I’ve realized a change in myself. Now, I can read almost anything…well almost. I just wanna read. I’m hungry. I wanna run out of money for them. The new titles, colors of the cover pages, the golden font and sheer excitement of uncovering a trunk of words is what I'm addicted to. The end of a book brings mexed feelings, the sorrow of a world ended and the elation of picking up a new book…preferably something that I’ve never opened before. The coarse brush of the first page against the fingers, the setting of a crease on the cover page, the scribble of my name indicating my rightful possession on that piece of text and just diving into this new planet called Chapter 1…

And it snowed...

2008-12-17T17:42:00.000+05:30

And the you feel like a flake in the snow...drifting away lonely...

2008-12-16T13:17:00.000+05:30

Ok, I've taken to blogging lately and have been exploring a lot of interesting stuff. Tags is one of them. Jinu tagged me the other day and here it is Jinu.

Ten things you could say to people right now:

1. Stop saying 'What skills do you bring to the table'!!!!!
2. Love you :)
3. Get me outta here!!!
4. Could you just come here pls?
5. Don't act smart. You know I can figure what you're trying to do.
6. I need more love from you, friends?
7. Let's parrrrtyyyy!!
8. Stop being a girly girl!
9. Will you just for a second stop your whining, and look at it from the other person's pov?
10. Focus...focus..focus..

Nine things about yourself:

1. I can be very loving if you love me back.
2. I love meeting new people.
3. I hate people who think all the problems in the world happened to them.
4. I'm scared of people who don't have a sense of humor.
5. I'm officially the PJ queen.
6. You'll mostly find me playing the guitar these days ;)
7. I want to be an artist. How does kinetic sculptor sound?
8. I sing when I need a vent.
9. I'm so not close to being a girly girl.

Eight ways to win your heart:

1. Don't give me gifts. Just gimme your affection.
2. Speak good english.
3. I know this is vain but...wear good shoes.
4. Be honest with me. I love it.
5. Talk to me about your ambitions.
6. Make me laugh.
7. Take me to a roadside restaurant instead of a fine dining place.
8. I like you if you love travelling.

Seven things that cross your mind a lot ::

1. Ok, so what do I have to do next.
2. Guitar...guitar...guitar
3. Why can't relationships be independant and balanced?
4. My future house will have this..that...
5. Let's do something creative.
6. Why am I so confused?
7. Am I going wrong?

Six things you wish you never did

1. Not joined NIFT.
That's all. I believe that there are no accidents. Everything is planned for you. So whatever screw-ups I did. I was meant to do them. No regrets.

Five turn offs (This should have been ten instead of 5 :P)

1. Bad English
2. Thick accent
3. Uncle type shoes
4. Loud mouth
5. I'm-too-cool-for-you attitude/low self-esteem/I-have-all-the-problems-in-the-world

4 turn ons

1. Traveler
2. Ambitious
3. Ability to flirt subtly is very important (no sticky, mushy pick-up lines)
4. Respect towards me. (This doesn't mean

3 things you want to do before you die

1. Travel extensively with a friend.
2. Gift my parents a house in Goa.
3. Become a designer.

2 things someone told you, you'd never forget

1. You were meant to create history.
2. Only you have the right to sing. :) (Btw, the person who said this, was comparing me to some 4 other singers.)

1 confession

I lose interest very quickly. I'm scared.

Ok Sree, I'm no dum dum. Tagging you!

I wish alliteration was a crime

2008-12-16T09:59:00.000+05:30

Ok, so don't go on the literal meaning of the word. Read on and you'll know what I mean. These are some of the words I'm hearing a lot these days. Ugh!!!!

1. Get the buy-in. (If repetition was really a crime, someone would've gotten a death sentence by now)
2. Innovation (My ears are fried hearing this word over n over n over n over......)
3. Restructure (In the 'voila' tone with hands moving around)
4. Idea Generation
5. What skills do you bring to the table (Heard so many times that I actually visualize a table when i hear it.)
6. Reactive vs. Proactive (Did you mean radioactive?)
7. Revenue (Who??)
8. So what changes (Ghanta!)
9. Support (No! Dont' say that. It hurts)

If any of the B-School grads reading this... Is there like a B-School vocabulary bible that you're supposed to revise and use everyday?!??

Ok, don't get offended. I have nothing against mgmt grads. I'm just a lil over-bheja-fried.

There she goes again...

2008-12-15T16:40:00.001+05:30

If you're a good friend of mine, you would know what Jinuisms are. If you don't, then you DON'T DESERVE TO KNOW! Hehe..Just kidding.

So lemme describe it just for my readers (with an arrogant author-ish attitude)
I was just talking to J about how some guy I met at a wedding was kinda trying to get in touch with me, trying to keep up the conversation and how annoying it was etc. etc.
And here it was, another classic one from her.
J: "Koi baat nai bade, such guys are the griddles that stay by your side when you're going through a rough patch ;)." But of course, they only remain to the side and never come to the forefront.

Now that's how she is. She'll make me laugh in the weirdest of situations. For ex: when I'm whining, when I'm upset, when I'm not supposed to laugh etc. etc. And the best part is she doesn't even intend to, it just flows from her effortlessly...her Jinuisms.

It's all about how you say it.

2008-12-15T11:10:00.000+05:30

Ok, so here's something silly that prompted me to think about how different men express their need to well...umm...take a leak. Just the other day we (me and some girls) were discussing how some expressions are such a turn off and some are a subtle way to say it. Don't judge me and please understand how jobless I can get. (which is so tough to be in a busy world like ours.)So, here's the bucket list of different expressions I've heard so far.

I've gotta:
1. Take a leak
2. Empty my bladder
3. Where's the restroom?
4. Take a piss (Ewww...)
5. Relieve myself
6. pee-pee
7. spend a penny
8. Visit John
9. wee-wee
10. make water

And here's what made me write this. A great addition to the list.

- I gotta give my signature and come. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

Marriage?!? Really???

2008-12-05T08:44:00.000+05:30

This was the first thing that came to my mind when i heard about N's wedding. I mean are you serious? And what am I doing? Am I next? Is there gonna be increased pressured on me now? Am I too lost? Will I have to follow the beaten path? And here I am completely lost in life. Just the other day I was whining about having a job that's not really meant for me, being completely lost about my education, business plans etc. My career plans change faster than I change my clothes...well, not really but faster than my clothes in a week? Umm...err...whatever! Anyway, so as if the career confusion, education dilemma wasn't enough, here comes one more addition. Here I should emphasize that I'm really happy for her. Infact I'm thrilled and the naughty, always owerpowering side of my brain is already thinking of ways to tease Neha but seriously I can't stop thinking bout my own state. Ok, now here's the realization. Maybe I was going too carefree. No one to say anything to me, I was just feeling that I can go like this for the rest of my life. Little did I realize that there'll be family pressure, outside world, my BROTHER, all of them looking down at this carefree, singing-with-the-wind child, trying to mould this uncertain mass of flubber into the society requirements. Oh well, am I getting too philosophical? Yeah, that's the flavor of the month.

I'm a man!

2008-11-28T10:23:00.000+05:30

Yess! Today I'm convinced. I like beer! I feel the need to be with my gang more than my guy. I feel I can handle my situations on my own. I llllove bikes and love to ride them. I lift my guy up. No wonder they called me the most feminine tomboy in school. Maybe in some situation someone asked me to 'face it like a man' and I took it too seriously??..Oh Well...They said it.

It's public!

2008-11-14T19:28:00.000+05:30

Wow! After almost six months, I've made my blog public. Honestly, it makes me a little nervous. I mean I'm actually inviting people to throw stones at me.(For writing crap, if you're wondering!). And then I have this responsibility of keeping my reader entertained. Wow! I feel like a character out of a Yash Chopra flick...sticky mushy music, dames in chiffons, dudes straight out of the milkybar factory, fits of pelvic gyrations in exotic locales...Ewwww!

2008-10-03T10:41:00.000+05:30

Where are we going? We women. I see a lot of these independant, twenty something women, very independant, ambitious, careeristic but failing miserably in pesonal life. Is it the new age fad? Well I'm not a grandma saying all this and boasting of my time being way better. I'm also very much a part of this stereotype i just explained. But this really gets me thinking. Is this the new age pre-midlife crisis? Or it's just something that independant women always face? And now that question that scares me the most. Is it just me? Is it just me who has failed to keep up any relationship. Is it my childlike heart that moves on from one toy to another wishing it had everything. And once it has a new toy, it gets bored of it in two days? Sometimes, I feel like one of those rich men who lay women all their life and then later realize they've never found true love. But NO! Wait, I'm going too far off. I'm a woman, capable of being loved, capable of loving, it's just that I need more love that I can give. Wow, how honest will I get? Or rather, let's put it this way. I'm a grown up woman physically, but I have a heart of a child and mind of an artist, both fighting for their own space. What say ladies?

Toilet education

2008-09-18T15:12:00.000+05:30

She's back!! And I couldn't have waited any longer for her. She's my love, my best friend, my source of food for thought, the been-there-done-that lady. Hehe. We didn't have a lot of days on our hands to be together this time and I don't think she wants to spend much time with me anymore anyway. However, here's the good part. Now that she was here, how could we not do what we did best together: Chat, chat and chat. Well, mostly sensible stuff from her end and head nods from mine. And then moving to some arbitly random topic which would seemingly get aborted by cackles of laughter. It didn't take her too long to rattle off one of what we call "Jinuisms." We were getting out from a club and hitting the ladies room (Quite obviously after a lot of alcohol and faff) and here it came "I don't like going to public loos, coz i feel I'm resting my bum where the rest of the world does" :D

The importance of a guy

2008-09-17T10:25:00.000+05:30

His words are echoing in my head. "Your casual attitude kills me." This gets me thinking. Are guys more emotional than women are? Or is it just me? Or is it just me and my guy? He claims he's love struck and I'm not reciprocating the way he wants. Is it really that way? I feel it's just that I'm more practical than he is and he's reached the 'lovestruck' stage when I"m out of it. But if I think of it, have I been very good at anything? I haven't given anything my best. Haven't pursued anything tirelessly. Is it that? Is it that I lack in love? Or I'm just more independant than he wants his girl to be? If a girl is reading this, please answer me. Do you at any time feel that your guy is more emotional than you are? Does your guy have this kind of a complaint from you? Or am I really like a guy? I'm like those insensitive male assholes who don't care about their girls? For now, I think I am. Maybe I should just leave this poor guy to find his love in someone else and not waste time on me. Atleast he deserves someone who can love him better.

A 'Spa-Cial' Experience

2008-05-18T19:08:00.000+05:30

Just the other day, we went to a place I dread the most. A SPA!! Yeah, I know that sounds weird. The temple of relaxation, home for the stressed...blah blah. And believe it or not there are people like me who dread the name of it. The sheer thought of choking aroma oils, a masseuse, and a kinky atmosphere puts me off. Coming out of that fear was a brave act for me. So, here we were at the Tangerine Spa in Hyderabad. (Oh by the way, this was a quaint city in India which is now turning full gear into a technology township.) A spa by Latitudes, is in Jubilee Hills. As I entered the dark dungeons, I couldn't imagine myself coming out of it alive. A humble masseuse directed me to my 'room' where I was to be supposedly given a 'treatment.' (Hey, nothing's wrong with me. I came here for a massage, not for a TREATMENT!!) Anyway, I was petrified so I followed her like a scared lamb. Well, as I expected, the atmosphere was dark, the traditional instrumental music and a me with another girl! Had it been a guy things would've been different but..Ahem! anyway. I was greeted by the so-called Tangerine tradition of washing and drying your feet and making you feel at home. As I tried to control my horror, the masseuse started her 'treatment.' The first sensation and I burst into fits of laughter. So much so that she had to ask me if I was okay. What started as a horror story, turned into a funny affair. All in all, I loved it!

Choosing the name

2008-05-18T18:32:00.000+05:30

I'd like to ask all the authors this question. How do you choose a title? For an amateur like me, this seemed to be the most difficult part. From animal names to names of Greek Goddesses, I tried to fit it all into this little space provided by Blogger, but somehow nothing seemed to work. I had come to a moment where i was spending hours thinking bout the ideal name. Wait a minute...ideal...idol...idiotic...idiosyncrasies. Aaah..now you know how I got it? So, all you literature junkies out there, don't waste time making sense out of the title. Read on, and get amused! Once again, welcome to my blog :)