And I'm freeee...

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...

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?

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...

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

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

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

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!

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!

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...

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

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!