It's about time I put her to sleep. Since her birth over two years ago, she has been the sole and most imaginative outlet for me. The way I spend time for myself was through this medium. By simply by writing, publishing, watching it float around far and wide, and looking forward to the comments that shoot back at me. Some consolations, some differing opinions, some others in total agreement.

Now it wouldn't be fair to this page, if I let her sit and rot in her own words dating back to August 2008, would it? With absolute lack of inspiration to write I know I'm not getting any closer to the next post or the one following it. If only I continued to read the posts that you guys come up with; that would be enough inspiration!

Before I digress, this blog will be closed for readership at the end of this year. Thanks to everyone that gave me a pat in the back to get me to continue writing. I owe you a lot. Have a great New Year. It is but inevitable that you have a good one. After all, it is us who make our new year a good one, right?

The Green Mile

Fantabulous!!!

I cannot believe I didn't see this movie much earlier. And if YOU haven't already, I cannot begin to imagine what you're still doing here reading this post. Go rent that movie right now. Better yet, buy the movie. It's gonna be top-of-the-class in your movie collection.

Ain't that the truth?

Neither do I know why I'm doing, what I'm doing!

Losing Grip!!!

It's one of those days when work just doesn't get done! And just when you want to call it a day, you realize that you have to stay up for that inevitable late-evening call with your boss. Argghh! Wednesdays!!!

We played as planned

MISERABLY! :)


Each time the Indian cricket team loses a match, I loathe them and the game more than I did from their previous defeat. But somehow, everyone around me seems to like the sport (if that's what you want to call it) more than they did earlier! :-/ Am I insane, or are they?

Magic carpet

Yep I need one of those. Why? Makes life a lot easier and a lot more fun. :)

1. Flying! Just think about it. I can fly whenever I feel like, to wherever I want.


2. No fuel expenses.


3. Parking? What’s that? I’ll fold it up and stuff it in my bag.


4. Can you imagine how much traffic I can avoid? In fact, I can cover the 22 kms to and from work in a matter of minutes!


5. No pollution. I’ll be doing my little to save the dying environment.


6. I’ll probably find the man in my dreams (just P.R.O.B.A.B.L.Y). :D I know I’m treading on thin ice, but remember how Aladdin found Jasmine?


7. I can forget about all the Spicejet, Air Deccan, and Air Sahara offers. Who wants them anyway?


8. I can go visit all my blogger friends and probably give them a ride or two in my magic carpet (if they’re good to me). ;-)


9. Low maintenance! It’s even lower than maintaining a bicycle.


10. Free rides to everyone! :)

See? The more I think about it, the more I want to own a flying carpet!

Of course I dance in front of the mirror!

A friend gasped in sheer astonishment when I told her one of my traits which she considered inappropriate or unethical. Well, maybe inappropriate in a work environment.

Nevertheless, here are some really stupid things I end up doing impulsively. At least the ones that I can remember right away:

1. When I walk on the road that doesn’t have a pedestrian pavement, I inadvertently move further and further toward the left as I walk along, for fear of being knocked down by a truck motorcycle.


2. If I doze off with a book in my hand, my fingers would involuntarily clutch the edges of the book so as to mark the page I am reading. I know what you’re thinking. Use a bookmark? But I said “doze-off”, didn’t I? So what good is a bookmark by my bedside?!?


3. I save the best food for the last. Don’t get what I’m saying? Think about the last time you saved that black forest cake, or a last potato chip for the end of the meal? Yep, I do that too!


4. After I kill the engine in my car, I continue to press my foot on the brake while I’m digging into my bag, or taking things out before I get out of the vehicle. I don’t know why I do it, but I know quite a lot of women who do the same thing.


5. And oh, if you didn’t know already, of course I talk (smile, laugh, giggle) to myself. Hell, I dance in front of the mirror. And don’t you tell me that you don’t. I know quiet well that you do too. :)

Anything unique (or uniquely stupid) that you do in front of the mirror? Or anything just plain stupid that you do? :)

Bookmarks

As much as books are important to me
So are these
For they really help me trace my words
Where I leave them astray
Made of leather
Painted in bright hues
They will stay with me forever
My friend and companion it has been
Bookmarks they are
I’m thankful to my Brother-in-law for his thoughtful gifts from Durban

Happy Birthday, KK

Today is my BIL's Happy Birthdayyy :D. So here's a lil poem (that I stole) for him...

Instead of counting candles,
Or tallying the years,
Contemplate your blessings,
As your birthday nears.
Consider special people
Who love you, and who care,
And others who’ve enriched your life
Just by being there.
Think about the memories
Passing years can never mar,
Experiences great and small
That have made you who you are.
Another year is a happy gift,
So cut your cake, and say,
"Instead of counting birthdays,
I count blessings every day!"

Source: Internet

A lil humour

I just couldn't help but share these...

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A 3-year-old went with his dad to see a litter of kittens. On returning home, he breathlessly informed his mother that there were two boy kittens and two girl kittens.

"How did you know?" his mother asked.

"Daddy picked them up and looked underneath," he replied. "I think it's printed on the bottom."

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For weeks, a 6-year old lad kept telling his first-grade teacher about the baby brother or sister that was expected at his house. One day the mother allowed the boy to feel the movements of the unborn child. The 6-year old was obviously impressed, but he made no comment. Furthermore, he stopped telling his teacher about the impending event. The teacher finally sat the boy on her lap and said, "Tommy,
whatever became of that baby brother or sister you were expecting at home?"

Tommy burst into tears and confessed, "I think Mommy ate it!"

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A kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they drew. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's artwork. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. The girl replied, "I'm drawing God."

The teacher paused and said, "but no one knows what God looks like."

Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing the girl replied, "They will in a minute."

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and this...

A hilarious way to separate whites and yolks!


Just break an egg into the separator, tilt it 45 degrees, and watch as the egg white drip out of his nose, leaving a perfect yolk inside the dish!

Source: Internet

Offices I’ve been with

Three reasons why this post is here:

1. One, I wanted to start posting a few pictures online and while I was browsing through the little collection I had, it appeared I wanted to post all of them [grin]. Didn’t want to post all of them here, and so I thought that maybe I’ll post a couple of pictures from each office I’ve been with. Six years, five offices; so that’s a LOT of pictures.

2. Two, I received this via email from one of my blog friends “PS: PPPPP HHHHHH OOOOO TTTTTTT OOOOO please = )”. I MUST begin to understand English! :-/

3. and three, I haven’t learned to use flickr yet! I know…that’s a lame excuse. My sister is a computer goon and she uses it herself. I’ll learn it from her soon. Its not as if I don’t want to use flickr, it’s just that it needs two things that I lack; time and patience. :-/. Until then bear with me and please don’t curse me if these images take a long time to load.

Sooo, on public demand, here are a few. These are in the order of my employment starting from being a fresher. You might have to click on each of pics to view it in a better resolution. Also, most of these pictures date back to 2002 or earlier so they may not be of very great quality.

This one is at the Tidel parking lot. Don’t ask me whose bike it is; it was parked in an unauthorized space and both of just decided to get a little silly. :-P

Tidel parking lot. I’m the one in blue; which blue?

This one's from my first company again. And no, I don’t look anything like this anymore. Gone are the days when I was pencil thin.

Bum pals. Aj and I. I’m the one in pink :D

Now you get what I’m saying? This one is from my second employment. The best birthday I’ve ever had. Thanks to all of them that made my day! :)

Pantry - 2004 Birthday

Again, my second office. This is how the inside of the office looks like.

At my desk

Office number three. I was here for a brief five months and don’t have many pictures from here.

2005 Birthday

My previous employment. This was taken moments before we left on one of the office trips. Sorry I just couldn’t find a pic of me here.

Doesn’t look like office space? Well, what can I say!

View from my desk

This one is from my current office. We’re sitting right next to the Director of the Company (the man that runs the show) and mostly fool around right under his nose. :|


Aaah! I hope these images didn't sit on your bandwidth. I promise I'll post all subsequent pictures on flickr or whatever other image hosting site.

Google pulls off April Fool’s again!

Can you believe this?



Or this?

Click here to fool your friends too! :)



You might want to check out other refreshingly novel April Fool’s ideas by Google here, here, here, and here.

'appy birthdayyyy!!!!

Your whole life is in front of you, you've only just begun
So Happy Birthday
The best is yet to come

The good things I could say about you are infinite
But I will only take a minute
To say the world is a better place with you in it

Happy Birthday!!!

Muuuuuuuuuaaaah! >:D<

PS: sorry honey, didn't have the patience to write a poem :D stole the lyrics from here, but believe me, every syllable holds good for you. Phew! Had to search high and low to find some words that describe you near perfectly!

Pass me that bottle of aspirin… please

I was fetching a bottle of water from the water dispenser at work and couldn’t help overhearing this conversation between two associates I didn’t know.

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Mr. X: [leaning against the wall, absently dipping the tea bag into his cup of milk with total disappointment on his face] Oh no! Now what will happen of their future?

Mr. Y: [holding a cup of coffee in his hand, suddenly all interested and perky eared] Who’s future?

Mr. X: Indian cricket team’s.

Mr. Y: Ooh! We’re talking about the Indian cricket team, are we? [with a smirk]

Mr. Y now recalls how Mr. X and his friends spent a few extra bucks on the Indian team t-shirt (something that he'd would'nt ordinarily do) and wore it the whole day at work just a few days ago.

Mr. X: Yeah! Who would’ve thought that they would lose so disgracefully?

Mr. Y: Are you saying you didn’t expect this? [barely hiding his smile now]

Mr. X: Well! * sigh * Now the BCCI are going to convene again and are going to take some grave decisions that may affect the current team strongly.

Mr. Y: hmm. [trying to look all thoughtful now]

Mr. X: what do you think will happen?

Mr. Y: Me? [taken aback by the sudden interrogation] I don’t think there’s any need to think about them.

Mr. X [openly offended] What do you mean?

Mr. Y lets a few seconds pass before he answers.

Mr. Y: umm. Did you know that we tested the Astra air missile successfully a coupla days ago?

Mr. X: huh? What does that got to do with the Indian cricket team?

By now, Mr. Y was getting a little impatient.

Mr. Y: Well? Did you, or didn’t you?

Mr. X gives him a sheepish no for an answer.

Mr. X: But I still don’t understand what you’re getting at.

Mr. Y: Not that sport is any less important, but did you know that India is growing dramatically in the Science & Technology and IT sectors among others? Have you ever wondered how bright India’s future is in those sectors?

Mr. X baffled, doesn’t know how to defend himself.

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The way I look at it, at least if India did a fairly good job at the world cup, Mr. X would've had something to back his argument with! Tch tch tch...

Do our boys have the faintest idea how many poor Mr. X’s are fumbling with words out there?

Another piece of conversation; I was involved in this one! :)

Four gloomy faces (my team members) walk out of one of the conference rooms. They’ve just taken a test for one of the certification programmes our company is offering. All of them said that they hadn’t performed well, except one; this one said that he’d nearly pass. (Psst: the pass score for this test is 70%). One needs to take a series of tests before one can appear for the final exam for this particular programme, and their percentile scores are added up as well.

When I asked the other guys why they couldn’t perform as well as this one did, one of them retorted proudly: “He’s like the Indian cricket team. They perform well during the warm up matches, but fail miserably during the finals. And WE, we’re like the Australians, we perform badly during the initial matches, and then miraculously take the trophy home!” [all the while having that jubilant grin on his face].

To think our cricket team has become the butt of all jokes is very sad.

But I can’t take this any longer! I’m done listening to jokes and reading forwarded emails and sms’ on the cricket team. Pass me that bottle of aspirin… please. Thank you!

Psychotic?!?

Well! What can I say? A handful of my friends (if not all) would completely agree with the fact. And now it’s proven! A friend insisted I take this test (and not forget to mention the score to her, of course). I should mention that I was busy trying to get my grey cells working on that estimate my boss had asked me for and wasn’t one bit interested in taking that test then. But upon her further persistence, I finally took it. As it turned out, the test seemed to have been designed just for ME!

And guess what? I’m suffering from Bipolar Disorder with serious symptoms (as the quiz results put it). Now you know who you should stay away from.

Anyway, my test score was 54. Care to take it?

Oh and before I sign-off, this time, the song of the week happens to be Affirmation from Savage Garden. There’s simply so much depth in this song!

I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
..
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I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
..
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I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye
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I believe forgiveness is the key to your unhappiness
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I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned

I believe in them too :)

Holy war?!?

I happened to stumble upon this, between this and the weekend. Apparently, this guy (a follower of Islam) from Germany wanted to name his son “Jihad” (or “Holy Struggle to please God” as wiki puts it), and the Berlin authorities rejected his application quoting it as an inappropriate name for a child. Eventually, this man fought for it, and the Berlin court countermanded the ruling, and let him name his son Jihad.

Notwithstanding how holy it may be why would anyone want to name their child “holy struggle”? Beats me :-/ But who am I to ask, if it’s a commonly used name in the religion.

All that side, it’s funny how some “people” (as Big B would like to call them :-P), conveniently re-interpret its meaning to “Holy War” and end up doing certain unpleasant activities under that name!?! I wonder if God really approves of it! Would they rather ask their God before they indulge in it or justify it?

Wanna read some of the rules of Jihad and its ethical limits? Go here, but ask me no questions, ‘cos I haven’t read it myself and obviously don’t want to entertain cultural differences.

Bwahahahaha

Usually, the status message on my chat client would either indicate what music I’m listening to then or would simply say “Killer Migraine!” (meaning, stay away from me). And then, no one would bother me on chat until after that message is gone.

Cutting to the present, a long lost friend got online and buzzed me today. And quite neatly also slipped in the fact that he’d stay online from then on; obviously I was glad. Need you ask someone like me, who can spend the whole day chatting with five or more people at the same time!? (I’d like to call it multi-tasking :D)

Hours later when I got back to my desk after an utterly futile meeting, I found that this guy had broken his promise and gotten offline. This time, the status on my chat was “Dodooo! Where are you???” Not that he would hear, but it was worth the try. How you ask?

I had less than a dozen contacts online then, and 8 of them (which included some of them that haven’t talked to me in a while) buzzed me out of the blue. I could have taken a few responses and put it down right here, verbatim, but for the most part, all of them pretty much admitted to the fact that they were all dodo’s :D

How? Most of them, in some form or the other, were:

“I’m here! I’m here!” or “here I am :)” or “I'm right here! cant u see me?”

That WAS fun :D. Either they all agree that they’re dodo’s OR I have this silly habit of referring to one too many of them as dodo’s .... OR like one of them put it “well you have that effect on us... before your presence... we all feel like dodos :-P”




PS: Will tell you guys about this TOTALLY cool tool that I've been hooked onto for the past couple of weeks, in one of my subsequent posts. It was introduced to me by none other than the craziest human being I've met; Dodo!

PPS: And for those of you who hate reading long posts (and that means you Digital Monk), I've tried mighty best to keep this one short!

Wordless

For all the times that I’ve been fretting over the unacceptable behavior of our traffic cops and sulking about the hopeless state of affairs on our roads, here’s one that made me smile. :)


I’ve been religiously following the “I’m grateful for” posts by Novel Nymph and Dharma. But it never occurred to me that I should start writing them too. Not that I will in the near future either! I’m not someone that can go by a timetable :-/

Anyway, I woke up a little later than usual this morning, and found that my legs just wouldn’t co-operate, they just felt like lead! :( :(. Anyway, with the anxious feeling of wanting to take the day off from work, I continued to drag those legs and started for work.

With the completely crapppieeee mood that I was in this morning (the heat making matters worse), I was astounded when that fat, dark, pot-bellied traffic cop frantically waving to vehicles trying to get their attention at the Cenotaph road / Mount road intersection, gave one more look at me, smiled, and let me go before he cut the signal for the ones behind me. :)

That gesture really made my day (at least for a couple of hours :D)

Save the Samjhauta? Oh Really!

Save what?

I’m disturbed!!!

What’s bothering me?
Young children being sexually abused!? The Samjhauta express being bombed!? A bus getting burned down with more than a dozen girls trapped inside and the accused doesn’t get anywhere near a trial for years!?

Not really!

What disturbs me even more? They get into a trial; there’s a media hype, the politicians won’t give out a word about them terrorists (IF they got them into custody in the first place), special security personnel will be arranged to transfer them between the court and their fully furnished cell, non-vegetarian food will be provided for them once a week, precious time of our courts will be wasted, … the list is endless! Now where does the money for all this come from? I didn’t see our FM say anything about funds for terrorists in Feb last! :-/ Or maybe it falls under the funds allocated for Defense?!

But nah, I really don’t care about any of that shit! What bothers me most is that WE get burned down, WE get bombed, OUR children get gang-raped, AND, the government decides to run what they call a FAIR trial on these criminals with the money WE pay as taxes.

So basically, we pay the killers to get killed!

Even as our country still has a zillion things that needs improvement (which can well be managed within the tax money that is being collected), it really make me feel disgusted the way the government is approaching these issues!

Know what? If you ask me, they shouldn’t be spending TIME (whatever little our policemen have) and money on these inhuman people trying to run investigations or interrogations with them. What’s the point anyways? Whom are they trying to find? The brains behind it all?

I beg to differ. In my opinion, if they burn down a bus – we tie them together and burn them down, bomb them back, dunk them into the ocean, feed them to the wild, chop off their arms and legs and leave them on the road; I can think of a dozen other unmentionable ways. For one, it’s an easier verdict, find them, kill them… two; and most importantly, when they get the idea that this is what they will be suffering from if they get caught, there might be lesser and lesser crimes…

** Sigh **!! But Ma disagrees. In fact, she simply made a face and said “You’ve gone crazy!”

Maybe I have, but not by MY standards. I still think I'm right! :-D

This is what I prefer to call craziness!

Update!

My car is back ... AND it looks as good as new.

With a little more than 19 grand sitting on it, it mighty well be!!!

And I'm gonna heed Dharma's advice here and get that license soon before my Learner’s License expires. :-D