tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35513543511880441072024-03-05T18:49:44.910-08:00Whining thoughts continue..Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551354351188044107.post-48394849659997729532011-11-04T05:47:00.000-07:002011-11-05T01:52:15.406-07:00The Bragging Zone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGW_2PitP_GQ5w0LFUnpTgnfOEVcIVYYHHLdOpEO_jPUMtg8z9UQaIaYSb7Fb_za2LnGflsdrTF5EtBJMYhENxdTQM5PylcFWKb1d7azdDfMzz1RWfPVSAXSE_v_i0JB8Z5HyDYmTqEg/s1600/girl1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGW_2PitP_GQ5w0LFUnpTgnfOEVcIVYYHHLdOpEO_jPUMtg8z9UQaIaYSb7Fb_za2LnGflsdrTF5EtBJMYhENxdTQM5PylcFWKb1d7azdDfMzz1RWfPVSAXSE_v_i0JB8Z5HyDYmTqEg/s200/girl1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671122469527801618" /></a><br /><br />Back on my blog page after a year!! Busy bee that i was, i failed to realize that I havnt used my blog since long...<br /><br />Well though I kept away from blogging, I was active on facebook and on a daily basis I ensure I check updates of my friends ,comment on it ,post pics, watch pics and so on and it indeed is a go by…<br /><br />This marks another motive behind me getting back to whit down few random thoughts.. ;)<br /><br />Of late Face booking mostly among Indians has become a forum for exhibition rather than socializing or networking..<br />A friend never bothers to reply to a ‘how are u’ but ensures he posts pics of him holding his new android, brags about its features, and later remains quiet until his next purchase!!! May be its to appease his uncontrollable urge to show off.. Well I think he should also post pics of what he purchases from the Jockey shop as well so that the public can see his new inner trends ;)Even if that was the case iam sure there would a bunch commenting 'Fantastic', 'Fantabulous', 'Same pinch','I have the same' and so on..<br /><br />Another weird aspect of certain human beings is that they put a status message about themselves and ‘like’ it!!! May be its the after effect of some confidence booster that make them so self obsessed.. Recent example was a that of a friend who had posted a pic of him wearing a blazer,caption was “Me off for a client meet” and he has liked his own pic!!! His photo caption should have rather been “Me off for a client meet and I love myself” Incorrigible I say!!!<br /><br />Then comes the category of certain quixotic couple who post on their better half's wall. “Honey Iam so glad that you are my soul mate” while this so called honey would be sitting right next trimming his fingernails or snoring away!!! Wondering cant this be just conveyed straight on to his face? Recently another friend who just got married updated his wife's pic and the caption was ‘My sexy wife’!!! If he wanted all of us to feel so, then he should pay us!! And few comment 'indeed she is'.. wonder whether they were blind!!!!<br /><br /> Certain friend requests that come in are hilarious. Anupama who has uploaded Katrina Kaifs pic as her profile pic sent me a friend request.. and she and I have 61 common friends. I dont even remember such a name among my friends...... but just dint want to hurt her by rejecting the friend request ..later at office I asked my friend (who happens to be in Anupamas friend list too) "who is Anupama?" Friend-“Oh so u dont know her? I accepted her request as I noticed Susan and you were common friends"...I took the pains to check with Susan , who confided to me that she added Anupama cos of some other common friend.. but the question remains within all of us -WHO is ANUPAMA?? Why does she want to add all of us if none of us know her??? Strange..yet interesting <br /><br /><br />Well I just need a bowl of crumpy cheesy popcorn to sit before facebook and laugh my heads off as this networking page is definitely entertaining, amusing and of course gives a handful of info on human psychology!!!Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551354351188044107.post-54090572165745088112010-06-23T04:34:00.000-07:002010-06-23T11:43:45.561-07:00Few Mannerisms I Dislike<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Xm0k2-0BzzIeZDaAPIvD8UT6doMIJ_wAjddpYXUM4UU-9-5k7p9eUnp9lMdybZqGYqMjyxuOsNzMBwK2bzjvY8T-QFgQg5YlW0jYWBhyphenhyphennnGrebfSKxX4Hr_t6EhMrKr1mEefdpXwPg/s1600/yuck.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Xm0k2-0BzzIeZDaAPIvD8UT6doMIJ_wAjddpYXUM4UU-9-5k7p9eUnp9lMdybZqGYqMjyxuOsNzMBwK2bzjvY8T-QFgQg5YlW0jYWBhyphenhyphennnGrebfSKxX4Hr_t6EhMrKr1mEefdpXwPg/s200/yuck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486036188035289794" /></a><br /><br /><br />One of my relatives, an overtly affectionate middleaged Aunt, recently visited me..A very warm and cordial lady she is, as always, but my nerves knot up at her very sight because of the very many irritating habits that she has..the worst being kissing in the manner of spitting!!!<br /><br />I warmly welcomed her but ensured I maintained a safe distance so that i dont land up to be her prey. She gets hyper when it comes to affection ....spewing,smooching and smudging her saliva on the face of her victim ,all in the name of a maternal kiss…Ruining my well combed, shampooed hair by continuously rubbing through it with her fingers as though I am her pet Pomeranian is another brutal act of love! And can you believe what happened on my wedding day? My reflection in the mirror told me that the beautician had done her job well. Reluctantly I bowed before my bounteous Aunt for her blessings….I knew this would happen and was extra cautious. But my very emotional Aunt ensured that she chinned me up and blessed me by passionately splodging the makeup on my face which was just out of the parlour with her damned saliva.In a jiffy her next spurt of affection made her comb her fingers through my well set hair which finally stood out like horns on either side....she grinned contentedly and proudly at all who watched the show much,very much to my embarrassment!!Thus i hate over affection!!<br /><br /> Colleagues peeping into my system ..that too at office when I am busy sorting out escalations…....on top of it asking questions like “Madam busy huh? Unfeelingly tugging at my hair clip or ear drops at that point of time inspite of knowing the tension coursing my veins. <br /><br />Reading news paper is something which I do on a daily basis..please note, I read only the supplement..Imagine when you are curious to the core while reading the most hyped gossip, how disgusting it is to have someone peeping from above or from the side trying to read bits and pieces of it!.....the culprit usually will be my better half tweeting!!! I hate it!!!!<br /><br />I love going on a vacation to my home town to eat good food and for meeting my dear and near ones..Thats when my mom tells me..”please ensure you meet so and so aunty and so and so uncle's daughter's wife..oops I meant daughter's cousin.."they enquired about you..how sweet of them”!!<br />I agree it is very sweet of them to enquire but mom fails to realize that it is just a polite, customary, meaningless enquiry!! When I crave to relax and enjoy at my home she expects me to go meet people and give them that fake smile ..and usually the conversation with such people goes like this.....<br /><br />Hello Vineeta..how are you…where are u working these days<br />(I would have answered this question every time I met them)<br /><br />The next one will be..Ooh my sister's son's kid works there..do u know him???<br />Yes,yes(snide), it is very easy to find that sister's son's kid among 2 lakh people working across 5 different buildings at Bangalore)<br /><br />And haven't you travelled yet?? That’s baaaad…my son went 5 times to Antartica and now he is in Switzerland on a new project..<br /> (So?????? Good for him!!)<br /><br /><br />Sigh!!! I some how fake a headache to get out of that place before mom comes with another request to meet another family who falls under the similar category!!!<br />That is done......But the worst is yet to come...my overanxious Mom gets visibly disturbed....she announces to all and sundry about this awful headache that tortures her dear girl.....My father is urged to fix an appointment with a doctor friend...paracetamols litter my room,"how do you feel" questions nearly drive me crazy!! Finally I get bundled into a doctor's clinic....So much for an overanxious Mamma...even when iam fit and fine!!<br /><br />New people new likes new dislikes and it goes on..NO ESCAPE!!!!Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551354351188044107.post-18267165596521076192010-03-30T11:58:00.000-07:002010-03-31T00:38:13.780-07:00Laziness At Its Best!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavFcQcmNACivFadX-jsR1HImOtX0ThAzqbqTdMxPDSXRPR_cpjDqJ2h5VG_4OBcrjwOG6LlRrUVqSNSmLbHWdz8vf03FqRNqC3g0lpcAVXmpbViCQoE-4TpU4-wFFxTDZvgzTpZqyRA/s1600/lazy-cat2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavFcQcmNACivFadX-jsR1HImOtX0ThAzqbqTdMxPDSXRPR_cpjDqJ2h5VG_4OBcrjwOG6LlRrUVqSNSmLbHWdz8vf03FqRNqC3g0lpcAVXmpbViCQoE-4TpU4-wFFxTDZvgzTpZqyRA/s200/lazy-cat2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454698089204903634" /></a><br /><br /><br />Well its been a while since I thought I should be blogging ..but work, work and more work kept me away even from having peaceful biobreaks…Finally late in the night I felt I should scribble something!!!<br />Again that growling..rather snoring of my better half which has over the years assumed a lullaby effect on me compels me to get back to bed and sleep..but Perseverance is holding me back today!!Well talking about Perseverance makes me think of how lazy iam!!<br /><br />I remember those days when I used to starve just because I was so slothful to even bend down and get the stuff kept on the lower rack of the refridgerator!!! <br />Same with the copy writing at school.. mom used to hold my hand ,with a pencil inserted in between my fingers ,writing my transcription book while I would be fast asleep…<br />I tried to change my behavioral patterns many a time but of no avail. After marriage it is more like a competition at home as to who is lazier and I truly enjoy this game!!<br />Weekends will be dedicated for cleaning the house..ideally sweeping and mopping-One of us will tidy up and the other wil sweep and mop-Tidying up will only involve moving the remote of the TV from the dining table to the tea poy!! And Sweeping and mopping wil stop once the smallest room of the house sparkles!<br /><br />Laziness takes a different stride on me at work place..usually it strikes me hard on Fridays!! Gosh I guess Friday has a crush on me cos it tries its maximum to get me out of office early..Some how the Friday fever hits me hard right from Friday morning and continues till the time i am out of office… A 'love letter'usually awaits me at office on Mondays due to the Friday lethargy <br /><br />Day in day out I've been warned by people about the increase in the number of flabs in my body!!Just 10 steps up and I reach the Gym! But no ,not me ....nobody can noose me to the gym because there lies this issue..the treadmill is always free since no one uses it..and I hate to see it unused . If only it was forever being treaded on I could have convinced my conscience that I couldn't use it for a valid reason!!!<br /><br />Well I hope this does not continue long term as I feel it is a disease iam suffering from…you can ensure you’ve become a lazy bum when these symptoms are seen<br />Fatigue<br />Perpetual hunger<br />No Interest in any kind of activity<br />A "I -can't -be bothered -to think" attitude<br />Getting angry<br />Weird look always<br />Fault finding <br />Upset for no reason<br />Strain to move from one seat to another<br />Eye strain while reading, especially while reading a levelheaded book<br />Dreaming about a cozy bed while handling an escalation at work<br /><br />And now iam working on a panacea to correct these!! Join me if ur diseased!!! :)Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551354351188044107.post-25107738922394242802010-02-09T16:38:00.000-08:002010-02-10T21:47:46.671-08:00If only I could Change......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieKKVLTxAZjhAG0lLgO5kJh_jzrFsvtRxKlwdgWvlPm-nTRNnbTn0dfdeQF1ruC7fEYzKxk13Yj3ELcwjRZBIot_XQBs1Ab1_f6H76BacWs327tAkcCVKPGZkhRzUVOfu_XmgBLDbNKg/s1600-h/thibking.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieKKVLTxAZjhAG0lLgO5kJh_jzrFsvtRxKlwdgWvlPm-nTRNnbTn0dfdeQF1ruC7fEYzKxk13Yj3ELcwjRZBIot_XQBs1Ab1_f6H76BacWs327tAkcCVKPGZkhRzUVOfu_XmgBLDbNKg/s200/thibking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436682802031526354" /></a><br /><br /><br />Of late I am hung with this temperament of feeling a certain sense of lack of confidence, inadequacy, remorse and guilt about whatever I have done! For example; it is after I send a report that I feel I should have sent it in a different way or rather drafted it in a much better way! Would have ordered chicken,but once it arrives I crave for a vegan's fare (not always though)!!!Strange.....<br /><br />I often indulge in introspection and ask myself why I do not hit at that later thought first in order to avoid regrets....Did a small research just to check if I was on the right track or whether I was going nuts!!<br /><br />Most people lament about what they have done which cannot be undone!Regrets of a lifetime!Irreversible chemical changes.....<br />Some of them were bothered about changing boyfriends or girlfriends as the case may be.....Gulp ,it is fine as long as no heart gets hurt,is what I feel.<br /><br />Few of my married friends feel that they have married in haste and now crave to be single.....Sigh ...God save them!! <br /><br />Most to whom I spoke said they wanted to change their jobs for remuneration sake so that they can live better lives!! This is a situation they can easily tide over provided they make an earnest effort to change their jobs rather than stick on to the same company and crib day in and day out like me. <br /><br /> <br />Well these were the common stuff ,but then I realized after a thorough investigation that my regrets are entirely different!!! <br /><br />The most important thing I regret is passing out of school!! I was so happy there..How I enjoyed the thrill of being punished and made to stand out of class for long hours where I gazed and gazed at nature.I used to humm my own tunes and wallow in my own thoughts.....That certainly was better than being seated the whole day at office!!!<br /><br />I really, really lament for NOT being able to scream at one of my colleagues for his /her infidelity.....my education and civilization forbids me.....a sore regret.Mmmmm, I think I'll be rueful till the time I throw finer instincts to the winds and then place my claws on him/her..<br /><br />Every time I see a cockroach at home I feel sorry for it and let it roam around happily, unlike my better half who ensures to spray the pesticide (right on its head) and rejoices seeing it collapse!!Few days ago,it was a thunderbolt that struck me when I noticed that the filthy creature had attacked one of my beautiful salwars!!! Rochys....mind u ,dare not come before me, I will no longer lead you away from your killer....I've changed and I am not ur mother !!!<br /><br />Another important thing which I regret every other weekend is buying something and then thinking of getting back to the shop to return it and pick up something else!!! I would have loved the stuff at first sight and would have grabbed it...but after reaching home the more I start admiring it the more flaws I find on it!! Finally I land up at the same shop the next weekend to return it!!! Dirty looks both from my better half and the shop keeper hang around me and it stinks too!! (Cant they give that look to some one else ?? Y always ME??)<br /> <br />Fighting with mom gives me immense pleasure! It is fun to come to blows with her actually!!! We go on arguing and I keep on bugging her till she goes bonkers !! I just love to see it!!! Hmmm.... wonder if I should regret,after all it is only mom! Still, if shes reading..I do regret mom,Sorry! (pssst, don't read this bit, I am lying now)<br /><br />And here comes the one which I hate the most!!! I stop by every mirror at office or every glass door just to check on the extent of its flattery....... whether my hair is intact, whether the glow on my face is as it were since two hours ago....typical female fancies which can be forgiven.But I forget about people on the other side of the glass door who will be staring at me....Very often I get caught while posing smiles or setting up my hair or adjusting my stole!!! Not a Big sin…still I want to keep away from doing it ..Help me Mirror.. ..please don’t provoke me to look at u often!!!!<br /><br />I commit a lot more of these habitual exercises over which I grieve every other day!!! Now after scribbling this I have positively decided to turn over a new leaf..lets see!!! Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551354351188044107.post-39411412542262796132010-01-22T06:31:00.000-08:002010-01-23T20:38:01.887-08:00The Corporate World I know of....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLSGDniIQo9iMnPGJoZn2DabRDEZG4arbVqheF523XlPqb6HqJGnt1dqdqofFPh2SVVT66VJvoI0LQ03aG8h8ZMvKJYGod0feZW1keqOHIVuGSwRu4VrcbFH9l5RnZ-cxyorf-_2FxQ/s1600-h/cat.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLSGDniIQo9iMnPGJoZn2DabRDEZG4arbVqheF523XlPqb6HqJGnt1dqdqofFPh2SVVT66VJvoI0LQ03aG8h8ZMvKJYGod0feZW1keqOHIVuGSwRu4VrcbFH9l5RnZ-cxyorf-_2FxQ/s200/cat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429588563469489106" /></a><br /><br />1)A Lady can make eyebrows raise and get attention and appreciation from people seated in every nook and corner of the floor when she steps in dressed well.....On the same day a guy chooses to walk in well dressed for a client presentation.....askance looks follow him and he is asked "Sanju,fancy dress competition today huh?" <br /><br />2) When a clientele comes in, the team welcomes them..The team lead or may be the most handsome guy among the lot gives a summary of what is done and how the process goes,but the clients keep smiling and ogling at all the girls around even while the dude here struggles to give his best possible briefing!!!<br /><br />3) Briefing over…..The Client blurts a statement and chuckles while the rest of the team bellow a hearty laugh although puzzled and confused about the "multi crore VVIP" joke....least realizing that it was his way of expressing his downright sarcasm about the process that was followed....it happens and that too very subtly!!:)<br /><br />4) Never ending conference calls are always dealt with hate and abhorrence …the saddest part is when nature's call strikes you hard at the climax of the call…the only option would be to put the phone on mute…run to the loo,ease, get back and then blare an excuse..”oops I was on mute”...and then update on the issue !!<br /><br />5)Breaks are taken only to bitch about others!!! Managers about reportees and reportees about managers and peers!! And few noseys join only the managers for breaks…This is mainly to give false inputs about his/her own team mates and hype about his/her contribution and how the customer appreciated him last night for being connected till midnight….but why did he connect till midnight? Did he actually have work? Well every one knows!!!<br /><br />6)When a company's policy says an internal movement happens only if he/she has completed 18-24 months in a specific team …few(like the ones I mentioned above-Break mates) move from one role to another in 6 months!! Gosh..rest of them remain in the same team for years slogging ..poor souls…!!!… <br /><br /><br />7) Another important activity is to add all the clients that he or she supports in orkut or face book accounts ..and keep updating status messages some what similar to this<br /><br />"Gosh been working since 48hrs now...I still love it!! :)"<br /><br />Isn't it a clever exclamation to make them feel that this particular “orkuteer or face booker” is the only one slogging..and the next day this he/she is blessed with a long appreciation mail!!! What an idea Sirji!!!<br /> <br /><br />8) At the performance review meeting the manager dutifully remembers the little that you’ve not done, and conveniently forgets the bulk that you have achieved…... to cap it all he then tries to convince you that his break mates are better than you!Few dumbos do get convinced!!! <br /><br />9) Some smarties are known for delegating work to poor new joinees who struggle to win acclaim as they are newbies…On the pretext of training the newbies the gentlemen get their work done by these poor souls and find their way up to the wall of fame without shedding a drop of sweat! Smart guys....some are born great and meritorious, some achieve greatness and merit and some have greatness and merit thrust upon them....our guys fall in the third category<br /><br />Well I stop with 9 !!..but would love to know more of such interesting facts..<br />still investigating and the trail goes on.....…Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551354351188044107.post-60788771094507535482010-01-13T01:53:00.001-08:002010-01-15T23:52:28.305-08:00My Dearest "Go"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6lAyvWCtouOURB0SVZJnLLcyt3HROrkTlk0JnbVxUWVnGP_vBGmo6wAi9QUCUg76Om6jlm4GDyP8GQq4dWg6vnSDVbNtIpr49drK_DsPTVqTlKdKFlh_SEdhDxNuB1gjl27Cwb_LXvw/s1600-h/old.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6lAyvWCtouOURB0SVZJnLLcyt3HROrkTlk0JnbVxUWVnGP_vBGmo6wAi9QUCUg76Om6jlm4GDyP8GQq4dWg6vnSDVbNtIpr49drK_DsPTVqTlKdKFlh_SEdhDxNuB1gjl27Cwb_LXvw/s200/old.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426198744876630130" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Had been to kerala few weeks ago to attend a friend's wedding…also to have some lip-smacking home made food ,by courtesy, mom!! As always mom was a little anxious about not having a maid at home to help her with the cleaning and swabbing because it certainly is a tough job when she has to do it all alone!!!<br /><br />In fact I was getting jaded as she started off again with the same topic when I modestly dropped the plate of snacks on the floor,while watching tv.I swear that wasn’t intentional ,didn't even think that I should do something to avoid her as she was nagging about me being glued in front of the idiot box all the time!! Any way fortunately the door bell rang and she quickly wiped the floor and went to check who it was !!…I followed her.<br /><br />It was a prospective maid waiting to be interviewed by the one woman chair... my mom!! And mom started off with negotiating her package…<br /><br />This took me back to my childhood days when we had a maid at home!! Her name was Gomathy and I had given her the nick name “Go” . She was a funny woman , pretty sweet but slightly dumb! And I was at my most mischievous self…..7th or 8th std if my memory is correct!<br /><br />Those were the days when I used to have carnatic music classes twice in a week. My music teacher used to come home and teach me for almost 2 hrs a day!<br />For me, it was a two hour caging and crooning without pitch and emotion with that sweet lady only to forget what was taught till the next class when the whole exercise was mechanically repeated.<br /><br />One fine day I heard ‘Go’ grating the song that my music teacher taught me! It was so horrible and I wondered why God was so cruel while giving her such growling voice! During her solo concert she saw me watching her and came forward with a request “will u teach me music” ?<br /><br />My ego swelled and my excitement knew no bounds when I heard this and we started off with our Music classes. Mind you ‘Go’ was between 55 and 60 yrs of age. After few days of initializing i told her i was substituting notes with words..i sang..Go go go ..Ma ma ma..Ti ti ti....and she repeated her drone.The nit wit did not realize that i was playing with her own name!!……My bass was her highest pitch and we used to turn the house a babel, what with my screechy tone accompanying her braying!!<br /><br />She had subsequent interests like being photographed…the imp in me used to make her pose like a 20 year old model for an ad before a camera which had no film in it.She had no qualms about dressing the way i wanted her to..This weakness in her I exploited and very often made her dip her face in her favourite talcum bin...just to tell her she looks gorgeous after making her apply half a tin on her face....Flattery has its own limits..Remember i was a bad kid!!!!<br /><br />Watching TV serials was another interesting leisure pursuit of hers .She used to finish off all her work as quickly as possible to get herself placed before the TV to watch her favorite serials. Most of the days by 9 pm my mom used to have a tough time consoling her for the death of the hero's wife!! She used to cry as if the hero was her son!!!<br /><br />‘Go’ used to enjoy a nap every day after a heavy lunch.As much as she enjoyed her food was she devotional . She used to chant prayers even while working…The Chimney tube ended at the terrace from the kitchen and I used to go to the terrace, stand next to the edge of the chimney tube and say “Gomathiii this is lord Krishna calling you... I am pleased with your prayers..tell me one wish”<br />Poor Go used to get so scared as my voice reached down through the chimney tube with an echo which in turn enhanced the divine effect…<br /><br />Playing pranks with ‘Go’ was one of my activities after school…Also teaching her English was something I loved . I think I managed to teach her names of all common vegetables :)<br /><br /><br />It was fun spending time with her and I would say she was one of a kind!!<br /><br />Poor dame had to leave our place due to ill health!!!<br />But I really miss my ‘Go’!!!<br /><br />Mom any way seems to have recruited the lady who was waiting outside!Iam sure she can never ever match up with my sweet 'GO'!!Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551354351188044107.post-17050731680560426332009-12-30T01:05:00.000-08:002009-12-30T04:12:14.331-08:00Resolution Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQdaZmqZPbzxzapRnhSW_ROeEtVIaUIdOZbkWTJej3b89DtC_2P9UjqalCkcEeJljDMa467sdPc1Nnddve0C7Peb69oTxJGl4VI5Qaq5unUpdsot8qD9dZjBBiK4ODy63nJFIl8K8N-A/s1600-h/Cat3cute.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQdaZmqZPbzxzapRnhSW_ROeEtVIaUIdOZbkWTJej3b89DtC_2P9UjqalCkcEeJljDMa467sdPc1Nnddve0C7Peb69oTxJGl4VI5Qaq5unUpdsot8qD9dZjBBiK4ODy63nJFIl8K8N-A/s200/Cat3cute.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420954604401411618" /></a><br /><br />The year 2009 wasn’t too bad but yes,I did take a few bad roads, and did fall into some shallow pits ! Dame Luck saved me from formidable scenarios. Still I feel I should refrain from few routine tasks that I get caught up in!<br /><br />-I will stop eating rice( God help me with this, I can't control when I see a platter of rice..sluurp) and reduce at least a kilo this year (trust me it isn’t easy)<br /><br />-Will never mail anyone who writes in editorial columns, criticizing them even if I find the article futile.<br /><br />-I will ensure that my wardrobe remains neat and tidy ( mission Impossible)<br /><br />-I will never use hair drier daily and lose those existing ten locks I have now<br /><br />- Reduce the decibel of my screechy tone and endeavor to add on a bit of bass to it.It probably may help people from complaining of headaches once I start off with my never ending conversations!!<br /><br />-Will never trust colleagues<br /> <br />-Use Face book and Orkut sparingly and concentrate more on online courses at office (am lying. I can’t do that!!)<br /><br />- Obey my better half to the last letter and be a very good pet cat ( this is just to please him ,if ever he reads this :)<br /> <br />-Attempt to read better books than Champak, Tinkle and Archies..I am sure it would help me sleep off faster than now!<br /><br />-Resolve to wear less colorful and less fashionable clothes because I intend to be more mature and solemn in 2010. Sober shades may probably go well with my new profile. <br /><br />-I will blog more often at home and not at office<br /><br />- Definitely keep in touch with my friends whom I miss out to call back often. Sorry guys .I won’t repeat that again!! <br /><br />- Will neither tease any one nor indulge in a running commentary about any person of interest seen at the malls or busy streets<br /><br />-I will gossip less ( I’m lying again!!)<br />-I Will not lie (oops I already did)<br /><br />I have hell loads to change spaced out from these ,but that can still wait as I have more years ahead of me!!! 2010 is in precedence at the moment :)<br /><br />I wish it’s going to be a good year with new hopes and many surprises and yes loads of happiness and fun for you and for me !!! Cheers!!!Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551354351188044107.post-30778885545172655942009-12-18T05:16:00.000-08:002009-12-18T19:22:17.086-08:00The Babe @ Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_rwFi5bd5TH9k8WvoEXHS0D8ZJqXfO-muwwCGm5pdW-7pCZeRgI65-gfLN7sRokJcxm6eFmE9TXpvP-GdYisKOPFb2tGT9ZnnyYGOpShRwyo9et-6hPPDMCJ1ocmIqCrI08gheWJVMw/s1600-h/cam.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_rwFi5bd5TH9k8WvoEXHS0D8ZJqXfO-muwwCGm5pdW-7pCZeRgI65-gfLN7sRokJcxm6eFmE9TXpvP-GdYisKOPFb2tGT9ZnnyYGOpShRwyo9et-6hPPDMCJ1ocmIqCrI08gheWJVMw/s200/cam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416563995206715858" /></a><br /><br />We recently bought a Canon D500..." This equipment can make u look prettier, fairer and may be at times like Julia Roberts" the most convincing statement made by my brother (who has been flattered by orkutters to believe that he is a professional photographer) and I fell flat for it.<br /><br />Upon his verdict I purchased this 2kg black "puttu kutti" (something like a long cylindrical vessel used to make Steamcakes in kerala)<br /><br />Caressed every minute with a wipe, covered in the softest muslin available, regular checks on whether it has rashes(scratches) and what not!!<br />Well,the new entrant was the apple of our eyes and the mewling new born next door would have been jealous!! Iam Sure!!!<br /> <br />I sort of felt the cam’s excitement to be at our place and imagined that it may be craving to write an autobiography about its looming 5 star life style!<br /> <br />The stuff seems to be pretty tricky and can be used only if there is something 'above' for the user! Exactly... you are right. Brains ,Talent and skill in photography!<br /><br />As and when we entered home with Canon baby we rearranged the décor of my room,I wore my new salwar and applied thick kajal, lipstick and all the other accessories I had, all set for photo session. I struck a pose even before he could insert the batteries as my excitement knew no bounds.<br /><br /> One of the 1st pics clicked was displayed. What I saw was a freak!! It had two heads and four hands!!! It could not be me for sure Gulp!! My dreams of looking like Julia Roberts were shattered....forget it.. it wasn’t even close to her old pug’s features :(<br /><br /> The optimist in me dared for a second click!! That was a disaster! Three eye brows and I looked worse than Krur Singh!!(the most popular villain in the epic Chandrakantha)<br /><br />Shutter speed, exposure, modes everything was greek and latin to us!!! We did spend a lot of time researching about this model,though practically it wasn't that easy to handle. To hell with it!! Both of us were completely flabbergasted!<br />The big holes in our pockets were still fuming and we remained aghast not knowing what to do with that good for nothing Canon Baby!!<br /><br />The weekend was spent as judiciously as possible! Skipped the usual dine outs to compensate for the lost thousands!!! Minds kept muttering "What a squandering”!!<br /> Monday went on as usual with routine chores..got back home to see the frown gone off from my better half’s face. For a change after one week he looked delighted ,and then with a twinkle in his eyes explained to me that Canon was organizing a 2days beginners Training Program, for proud owners of their Product!:) We are looking forward to the weekend to attend the session which we anticipate will enhance our photography skills and enable us to handle our new Canon baby!!! I’ll get back with few good shots later!!!Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551354351188044107.post-7442650891566608012009-12-09T05:16:00.001-08:002009-12-09T09:55:24.116-08:00To Err is Human :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC9z5virwEYXTCzdG5tSy0EcZA6l3XOCmN4N84K4H8aRVBIUEaKtFPotvh7Jz3wmi1gwdELl7nCS0LAkxjFDI7XfB2UsTf8if4P1jowsuePzU8qWuyC0dwMSLgEophFwNwuEPf-eZ4ug/s1600-h/drama-queen0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC9z5virwEYXTCzdG5tSy0EcZA6l3XOCmN4N84K4H8aRVBIUEaKtFPotvh7Jz3wmi1gwdELl7nCS0LAkxjFDI7XfB2UsTf8if4P1jowsuePzU8qWuyC0dwMSLgEophFwNwuEPf-eZ4ug/s200/drama-queen0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413224700648820946" /></a><br /><br />Well, I used to be tigress kicking up tantrums at home every other minute but a lamb the minute I step outside the house during my school days....Not a "smart kid" is how I would assess myself if smartness is measured in terms of the quantum of energy released!!! This happened when I was in std 1.Me getting embarrassed is not something new,it started right from class One, when one day Sister Cicilia, my class teacher, decided to vehemently make me participate in a drama for the Parents day Celebrations at school!!<br /> Practice sessions started full swing and the only dialogue I had to say in that skit was "What happened to you Tom"?<br /><br />Everyday I used to get back home and recite the dialogue and mom used to teach me the exact expression and the way it had to be rendered. Since then any one who comes home was greeted by me asking "What happend to u Tom?" with bizarre facial expressions....Well they couldn’t do or say anything much but just look at me and my parents with loads of sympathy.<br />To be honest I enjoyed the practice sessions at home and when enquired why I was going on repeating the same dialogue at home ,Mom would humbly say “she’s having a skit next week for which she’s practising”!! And immediately I would enact my sequence…Believe me I just loved to show off my acting talents ;)<br /><br /> Sister Cicilia had given me the list of stuff to be purchased for the skit.The inventory included paraphernalia like a pair of white open shoes, Light blue skirt ,white shirt, blue hairband ,blue earrings and white stockings!!! That weekend mom and I went shopping and I was seen crying inside every other shop as I had my own choices and mom wanted to adhere to what sister had listed out.I either didn't like the blue color,or wanted micky mouse on the hairband ,else was unhappy with the white shoe and demanded blue instead. Well Mom had a tough time dragging me out of each shop as I used to scream out loudly when she said 'No' for my ‘out of the ordinary’ demands ... Tired of my tantrums, mom and dad decided to go shopping without me and got all that Sister Cicilia wanted me to have !!<br /><br /> The 'D' day arrived and I was all set with the right expression and style of dialogue delivery-it was more like one eyebrow raised a bit, cheeks to one side and then with the correct accent ask "What happend to you Tom?"<br /> Back in the green room I was forced to put all that makeup which I hated.Big pink round patches on either side of my cheek ,ideally supposed to make me look like a blushing cute kid (which I never was!)...and all that foundation which never matched my complexion...I looked like a kid who had just fallen into a bucket of flour and my reflection in the mirror startled the life out of me! Mom was beside watching them torture me...and finally whatever she could wipe off my face she did before I could step on to the stage. I was extremely fagged out after this perturbing session and mom blessed me with a 'good luck' and said "your father and I will be watching you from there...do well"!!<br /><br />Finally on stage we all were positioned at our respective spaces before the curtain was raised... and I could see Sister Cicilia on her toes ,totally tensed as the skit was about to start off. I saw a huge crowd before me as the curtain went up and all eyes were glued on us. I wondered where my mom and dad were seated. I was hungrily waiting for my mom to wave at me,how ever hard I tried I couldn’t find them among the audience .I felt that they had left me alone and had gone back home...my mind muttered..."How rude...how could they leave me here on this stage and go off..."!! I was disturbed, thoughts chased thoughts..I wondered if they had all gone to the museum(my favorite hang out during those times) without me?? That reminded me of my previous weekend at the trivandrum museum where I ate cotton candy for the 1st time..i could still feel the taste at the tip of my tongue and while I was enjoying the flavor of it,i could hear Sister Cicilia screaming out from back stage...”Hey you....speak up”!!! Pinky who was near me pinched me.I wondered whom they were referring to ,and I could see the curtain going down.. The burlesque was over!!!!<br /> Fuming Sister Cicilia marched towards me, pulled my ear and asked me "What were u dreaming, girl?? Why didn't you speak up???”!!!<br />I was thunderstruck!! Before I realized, it was all over ....the curtains came down....I did not deliver the dialogue.... As I stepped out of the stage I could hear Sister Ciclia cribbing about me big time to the other teachers ...I couldn’t just take it when Jobin (who was my enemy in class )chuckled at me with that stereo typed sad expression of his!! I was isolated and my friends gave me disgusted looks and there I saw mom walking towards me.I was soo happy to see her and just ran towards her and hugged her tight and cried my lungs out :( I could only tell her in my weeping language that I forgot about the skit while looking out for her and dad among the mass.I didn't have to waste my time justifying my act to her as she knew me pretty well.As always moms forget and forgive soon..but Sister Cicila never did!!!<br /> A month after this we had Christmas celebrations at school..Sr Cicila was still upset about her skit which was screwed up..but made sure she never gave me a chance again!!! But here Iam still craving to get on stage and ask "What happened to you Tom"? Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551354351188044107.post-50346741529118423342009-12-03T05:23:00.000-08:002009-12-08T20:14:14.964-08:00Time Pass<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLMyEhFBcRKgsgNowwkICmMl9jdtLtApRjr18m7NNhgwoXgVPJOA2cXNogRbVN4C63Czi_ks6EOHc6aiqDDPSgORLRijdjmBosl9m0nFdITZgo-gUnxb_er9GoHbTjUfSnxXMr-8isjQ/s1600-h/LionMirror.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLMyEhFBcRKgsgNowwkICmMl9jdtLtApRjr18m7NNhgwoXgVPJOA2cXNogRbVN4C63Czi_ks6EOHc6aiqDDPSgORLRijdjmBosl9m0nFdITZgo-gUnxb_er9GoHbTjUfSnxXMr-8isjQ/s200/LionMirror.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411009138863374194" /></a><br />Seldom do I get time to be alone at home...even when i was a kid I always had people around me irritating me ,pampering me, scolding me advising me and so on that I never got time for myself.<br />But these days whenever Iam alone I spend time as judiciously as possible…<br /><br />Few of the activities that I get drawn in are<br /><br />Looking at the mirror and enacting few scenarios like the ones below:<br /><br />-Imagine to be the CEO of my company and address the workforce on discipline<br />-Do performance appraisals and explain why he/she has been rated so badly<br />-Metaphorically scream at the lady whom I hate at office and tell her everything that I had to tell her right on her face (which I envisage is on the mirror)<br />-Enact movie actresses and their affectations when interviewed.Iam sure my mirror if it could,would have spat on me seeing me facing it with loads of attitude and an eye brow raised (habitually my target would be Rakhi Sawant)!!<br />-Make all possible monkey faces,boo,rather hoot at myself..<br />-Try out all old bits and pieces of clothes and make a new style.. typically ends up to be something like Malaika Aroras outfits, which I wont even dare to wear and walk out.<br />Once i get bored of all these I...<br />-Go through my contact list stored on my mobile, call up all my friends whom ive not spoken to for months and irritate them asking why they never bothered to call me..(well did i call them is out of question;)) <br />-Try out the Hips Don’t Lie steps and then realize how inflexible Iam or rather how rigid my bones are.. <br />-Uncanny hair dos for which I have my own names like ‘shocky, cranky, dog licked, mountain, monkey ,fountain and so on which only results in emptying the bottle of hair Gel<br />-Keeping my ear close to the wall rather stuck on it, when the couple next door starts off their fighting spree..they usually puke words on eachother which I would have never ever heard in my life ,Listening to them helps me improve my 'vocabulary' is what i feel :)<br />-Watching the most boring movie ever….<br />-Shoot mails to some of those who publish articles on the editorial columns of magazines(basically to criticize or appreciate and mostly it would be to irritate them ;))<br />-Spend time on writing blogs about every other aspect of life<br />-Stare at my wardrobe and realize that it badly needs a sorting done…and then simmer down to the conclusion that it can still wait..<br /><br />These i think are tested and proven ways of wasting time which i really enjoy<br /><br />Sometimes being lonely helps me understand the real me and it gives me a chance to be everything I wanted to be in my wildest dreams. Be it a CEO ,an actress ,a writer ,an orator, a dancer and what not… I enjoy such short periods of loneliness just for the sake of that momentary happiness it gives me… Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551354351188044107.post-437246249220729782009-11-29T08:24:00.000-08:002009-11-30T05:33:18.301-08:00Headache-A Catastrophe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk9c0QMHJnCLexlYQ_ZzUeGZYOJC2BN8FXfx8EvxliwTdgrx8vOxerfbWdBuoye0DeUdsmioT7LTHTz1wFpJLvoTiVV1QDGjlX5SrHPH3aYIXE7jypmhC7H-sKC7-35OsaR_FY7aucIA/s1600/headache2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 121px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk9c0QMHJnCLexlYQ_ZzUeGZYOJC2BN8FXfx8EvxliwTdgrx8vOxerfbWdBuoye0DeUdsmioT7LTHTz1wFpJLvoTiVV1QDGjlX5SrHPH3aYIXE7jypmhC7H-sKC7-35OsaR_FY7aucIA/s200/headache2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409566544881006578" /></a><br />Being unwell on a weekend is something more tormenting than missing out my favourite biriyani<br />This weekend was completely spent in dribs and drabs at home when I had ‘n’ number of plans scheduled<br />Meeting up with friends, gossiping, shopping ,get togethers, and so on were programmed in my mind..<br /><br />I had the weekend hysteria starting from Friday and so decided to work from home. Working from home was more or less like enjoying the weather having a nice cup of coffee, watching Tv, smirk at those who would be working hard at office, and at times, rather when I feel like, twitter into the laptop screen when work pops up!<br />With the lap top on my lap ,and eye focused completely on the movie I dint want a soul to disturb me ,as I was completely engrossed in that comfort posture<br /><br />Soon felt a kind of body throb which ran through my rib and went down the spine…a small tap on my elbow with the remote hurt me..and started getting a strong headache….God!!!whats happening to me???…am I falling sick?? My get together????…eeeks!!! <br /><br />Decided to go take rest as I had slept late the previous night since was watching a movie ;)<br />No matter what I couldn’t take it easy…head ache was aggravating every hour and I some how couldn’t bear it…I hate taking tablets…but here I was forced to..had a paracetamol and after hours of struggle I dozed off..I was woken up by around 9.30pm when the door bell rang and that was my husband..i opened my eye and realized that my head was heavy and I wasn’t still out of the pain..<br />Hospitals are always a no no for me but since I welcomed my husband puking right in front of him ,.he decided to take me to the hospital.<br /><br /> Manipal hospital being the nearest we decided to go there..since it was 10pm ,only the casuality was open for consultation and there were only emergency cases.I stepped in and I could see people on ventilators, oxygen cylinders gasping for breath and some were infact struggling for their life..<br /><br />I was quite sure if I had uttered the word ‘headache’ there one of those suffering patients would have got up and slapped me left and right. My headache was nothing when compared to the ailment they were suffering.I decided to walk out as the doctors had more serious patients to look after..<br /><br />Next day visited a local clinic as the pain still persisted and puking continued…doctor there asked me if I were working in IT sector and whether I always sit in front of the computer…Needless to say any IT employee would do the same..he chuckled and gave me a look which meant ''Very Simple issue''!<br />He termed this kind of strong headache as Migraine!! Mainly caused due to stress..Wonder how watching movie and enjoying the weather would inculcate stress in me!!<br /><br />Any way the end result is Migraine ruined my weekend, factually wrecked it... And all what I have to tell u my dear migraine is ’Don’t u dare come again!!!!!’Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551354351188044107.post-85068190136279595122009-11-12T10:26:00.000-08:002009-11-15T10:28:24.599-08:00Memoirs from an old Think Pad!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7dCpp81ELfxpIjD8CiUJC7IUewjiMkD81Xz0vGeYqdXBk1V2pp2DJxPja6Jm6g9zcsYVkyMzU5H3b5CACjseRg-x4k8iw89LUc_aNJ62CY7cv8H_yK21F46wj-pHVxcVYIZ9Ts4l8w/s1600-h/cartoon_diary.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7dCpp81ELfxpIjD8CiUJC7IUewjiMkD81Xz0vGeYqdXBk1V2pp2DJxPja6Jm6g9zcsYVkyMzU5H3b5CACjseRg-x4k8iw89LUc_aNJ62CY7cv8H_yK21F46wj-pHVxcVYIZ9Ts4l8w/s200/cartoon_diary.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403289878312467394" /></a><br />Jotting down depressing thoughts was one of my hobbies when i was a kid...I guess the frequency of scribbling on those old diaries was more when i was between 13-16yrs<br /><br />A fight which hits the roof when my bro gets a fish fry or a chicken piece which may be an inch bigger than mine, The day the report card decides to be inside the bag and not come out until threatened by the class teacher, when mom speaks abt bro getting a higher pecentage than mine when he was in my grade,getting beaten up for lying or breaking things at home...were few instances which made me act as if i were the most popular poignant biographer...<br /><br />These were the times when a heart broken me starts squiggling on a diary..<br />It comprises everything in the world..complaints,thoughts,sadism,blame worthy mistakes by others..and few stuff like the ones below :)<br /><br />-Most of the nursery rhymes i have learnt<br />-How to be more cheeky at school<br />-'Flame'tests with all popular movie stars<br />-Pencil sketches of those pple whom i hate..They will obviously have horns and fangs!!!<br />-Cribbing about mom standing by my bro always<br />-My own poems and stories..<br />-Imagining myself to be an adopted daughter and declaring 'iam' after a fight at home.<br />-Commiserate and imagine how lonely iam in this world<br />-Calculate the marks that i may get after an exam which i would have done as horrible as possible<br />-Number of dresses i have and how many more my brother has..Just to cook up a fight <br />-About mom comparing my marks to that of the most brilliant girls and accusing me for not learning from them..<br />-Count of my total number of friends, list them out and highlight those whom i hate<br />-Persuade God to Punish my mom and dad for denying me the most expensive stuff that i would have demanded<br />-Hiding my brothers most treasured bits and pieces and making a note of where i have hidden it, at the same time ensuring that i will never return them <br />-List the number of people whom i hurt and justifying why..<br /><br />and the list goes on..... <br /><br />It all stopped when one fine day i saw my diary contentedly enjoying the company of my family members making them laugh and mock at my scribbled feelings....i had forgotten to keep it locked and my nosey bro published it and even the neighbours face seemed as if they knew my innermost feelings!!!<br /><br />i still have those diaries and as i go through the pages my mind takes a long stroll through the years i grew up.....Trust me it was a good walk through....!!!Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551354351188044107.post-35187739459017677402009-10-29T07:13:00.000-07:002009-11-15T10:27:44.612-08:00Dental Venture :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz-_2wyX-YP5fLUwkJv5rco-vo8dRdBMDMVtOELPbhZTF0O7UPI3usadx9rnkOeaAahVbSI64BaZtS8mlD3uV6NrXyY4RaAgXVLtmhdLaYV80K7fGIt7LGDoV7g1A0geDmHA4Zn6jLtg/s1600-h/smiling-tooth-thumb538489.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz-_2wyX-YP5fLUwkJv5rco-vo8dRdBMDMVtOELPbhZTF0O7UPI3usadx9rnkOeaAahVbSI64BaZtS8mlD3uV6NrXyY4RaAgXVLtmhdLaYV80K7fGIt7LGDoV7g1A0geDmHA4Zn6jLtg/s200/smiling-tooth-thumb538489.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398040075591282770" /></a><br />This box right in front of me reminds me of many things..I had almost forgotten about this...but now feel like peeping into it just to revive an instance which happend about 18-19 years ago...<br /><br />I remember me being chased all through the house by my mother for a tooth of mine which was found wobbling since few days, and playing with that shaky piece of dead bone was fun for me. i used to insert my tongue between the tooth,mimick the 80 year old lady who just had one tooth which was of my condition...i just dint want to lose it inspite of knowing that my mom was behind me to take it off....<br /><br />and yes...shes caught hold of me..My tooth assasin(mom) grabbed me and placed me on her lap..just not letting me jump out inspite of my constant wriggling and occasional bites on her fingers with the tiny incisor i had on the other side ...<br /><br />No matter what she was all set to pull out the tooth and i couldnt do anything much but use my weapon...'tears'!!!! i cried out aloud as if she was trying to strangle me to death....there was no use as all at home were quite well versed with my tantrums...<br /><br />Finally she managed to pull it out after a lot of physical and mental torture .. and there were drops of blood on my frock and on the floor...i imagined the heroine of the movie i saw the previous day, die after puking blood.....and i felt i was in the same situation..how could my mom do this to me??? i increased my tone, cried loudly sympathysing myself....and there she comes with a bottle of water for me to wash my mouth...I just wudnt!!I wanted to take revenge by showing the blood stains to my father...(who pampered me more than anyone else) as i expected him to bash up my mom for being so cruel to me!Well those were just expectations which never happend!<br /><br />I finally was forced to wash my mouth and my plan just dint work..God was with mom.She got what she wanted..My favourite tooth!!!.After the crying session which lasted till i got my Dairy milk my mom showed me my tooth...a tiny white seed like thing which amused me ...Eeeks got scared when i looked at the mirror and smiled as i had a hole right in center of my denture! Started off cribbing again about losing my 'Hema Malini' looks(psst i was an ardent fan of hers when i was small;)) <br /><br />Well somehow mom convinced me that its gonna comeback and ill get my old smile back!!!<br /><br />That tiny tooth which is still treasured in this box makes me nostalgic..Looking at it Iam still wondering why i cared for that small fang so much even after knowing that i would get a better one soon....Strange!!!Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551354351188044107.post-49175027274720103182009-10-24T08:47:00.000-07:002009-11-03T04:47:57.210-08:00Knotted to the Twisted<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPQyCAI4LVP8RW3zZrCYMkfPODGePLKRsDtM5_FY3EOsmdAzU55d_BllyaDbkRIAycAyFRb2lFgZ3N-cRY1Zq2EeaxgLSTXHW2mEulI0ikLEQ3IuLj0XncQ2LMbZPzC0dS4HS2soyeOg/s1600-h/leap.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPQyCAI4LVP8RW3zZrCYMkfPODGePLKRsDtM5_FY3EOsmdAzU55d_BllyaDbkRIAycAyFRb2lFgZ3N-cRY1Zq2EeaxgLSTXHW2mEulI0ikLEQ3IuLj0XncQ2LMbZPzC0dS4HS2soyeOg/s320/leap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396198920340912770" /></a><br /><br />Relispray and tiger balm are usually replenished without fail at home whenever the stock gets over..I think thats used more these days by my better half than food!..Well now please dont think that its cos I frequently bash him up!!! <br /><br />Muscle spasms,back ache,sprain are friends who vist him every now and then!Hes lost without these ailments! The point here is these are well invited by himself! <br />A jump which makes his head knock the ceiling,gliding from one room to another using roller skates(when the room is just sufficiant enough to occupy a double bed),trying to fly,and stretching himself like the way a cat does once it wakes up from sleep,splitting which results in most of his trousers tearing apart (be it a reid and taylor,blackberry or any brand what so ever),and so called martial art postures which makes one gets so confused and wonder how he is gonna untangle himself from that tangled position!!Well it doesnt end there...but i cant even go on thinking about those horrible scenes to scribble about it!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhbeXkEvTuAInY98YXGzn0tQQOxhk3JXsHdtYhr1hJBPZjSbnolt5abOs6fBoUDHn9Fg8a_0EQokCDTW7U3snDcuMxofmMBCAOAauQwCAtw9CMp8suCcyEDugGL7u_BFklrS0K-VtTQ/s1600-h/flyer.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhbeXkEvTuAInY98YXGzn0tQQOxhk3JXsHdtYhr1hJBPZjSbnolt5abOs6fBoUDHn9Fg8a_0EQokCDTW7U3snDcuMxofmMBCAOAauQwCAtw9CMp8suCcyEDugGL7u_BFklrS0K-VtTQ/s200/flyer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396199444780814706" /></a><br /><br />As a result Mondays are usually proclaimed a holiday as he needs solid rest after his strenuous activities during weekends!!Well a passion can always be encouraged..but iam perplexed here!! ..Remain quiet ,warn him or just encourage him??? whats my role here? <br /><br />Well just praying for his bones!!!Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551354351188044107.post-13589893864224227152009-09-25T02:51:00.000-07:002009-11-03T04:53:45.031-08:00The Roachy Morning!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzPe2E8D4wx8sq2iMK0DABmH7X45RZNdDxk8NG6x5zDYFPRE1_JysNO-U_EwVkCmomSNhG3u_SrZVZaGosr4_HMyQyzDs_VfZCwbvkqiAy-AQ5ln6SPr3XSuYBPkcYxjj7oZPkpMQbA/s1600-h/bedbugspecialists_cartoon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzPe2E8D4wx8sq2iMK0DABmH7X45RZNdDxk8NG6x5zDYFPRE1_JysNO-U_EwVkCmomSNhG3u_SrZVZaGosr4_HMyQyzDs_VfZCwbvkqiAy-AQ5ln6SPr3XSuYBPkcYxjj7oZPkpMQbA/s320/bedbugspecialists_cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393826350042271458" /></a><br />Ticklish feeling is something that irritates me to the core and i get angry with whoever who tries to tickle me!!<br /><br /> For a change 'Got up early in the morning' screaming out loud as i felt my hubby had tickled my nostrils!!! all set to pounce back on him i opened my eye just to see him sleep like a lamb! who else was it?? well thought it was a bad dream and was struggling to get back the comfort posture i was in a while ago...Damn it..just cudnt get that cozy position back again!!! To hell with it i woke up cursing the tickler, craving to find out where it was hiding...to my surprise ..there it was on the bed!!! the Bloody tickler..the ugly dirty Cockroach!!!!!<br /><br />Litrally furious me, slowly crept into the kitchen got that sidey broom and came to the bedroom... PS :hubby still sleeping with the roachy gurl peacefully!!!!!<br /><br />i aimed with utmost concentration,giving that filthy creature enough time to take its last breath... and with full force...my eyes shut ....gave one tight whack....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaargh!!!!! What the hell??" he roared..not the cockroach but the poor lamb(hubby). <br />I realised that i missed my target!!! and to my surprise roachy girl was missing!!!!<br /> <br />My better half was hit badly on his face with a broom early in the morning!! But i believe its just a matter of forgiving and forgetting !!! Men are bad these days!! They take all these silly stuff to heart and crib about it the whole day!!!<br /> Thank god i was not in his place.else would have made him feel guilty for a month!!<br /><br /> Any way i guess i bashed him on his nose and his face looked absolutely horrible and i understood he was fumingly incensed!! without giving him time for repercussion, I reminded him that he was getting late and it was time for office :)<br /><br />i still cudnt give vent to my anger ..That made up innocent look of mine dint last for long as my eyes were running all through the nook and corners of my house to get one sight of roachy girl..just to give her the last supper she deserved!!! Iam still searching...His nose did swell up..but absolutly fine now!!!!Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551354351188044107.post-67180547152674940272009-09-14T04:17:00.000-07:002009-11-03T04:59:58.538-08:00Just about me for a start!Time for me is 10.19..though its 2.45 on my laptop.. iam forced to follow the time of Brits as i work for them!!! needless to say there is not much work today but some unfortunate souls like me should atleast 'Pretend' that there is something to do..Thats the Rule!!<br /><br />And in my course of pretention thought would jot down few thoughts that came across my idle mind or would rather scribble on my Blog which was left blank since months after creating the account...And now since iam idle u can put it this way..here are few thoughts that came from a devils Wrokshop!!!!<br /><br />Born on 7th oct 83 i am the laziest person on earth!! Well i give the credit for that to myself...<br /><br />Countless adjectives can be tagged along with my name as iam one of a kind!I myself have never met someone more weird than me! but the mask ive bought to cover it up suits me and it does its job pretty well :) <br /><br />Age isnt a barrier for anything is what i strongly believe and practice!so even though iam married i still be in the company of unmarried souls ..just to make myself feel iam young and also to avoid me nick named as "aunty" !! reminds me of the godrege hair dye ad!!i hate such teasers!<br /><br />Irritation has its limits..but my husband claims that he can break the Guiness book of world records for being absolutly unaffected by any kind of irritants...thats the art he achieved after staying two years with me..hes got to put on his training shoes again as he still got lots to learn ;) but till date hes been doing a good Job!!!!<br /><br /><br />An expert in cooking but iam a "hard to get cook"!! cook only when i feel like and else i humbly starve! as and when iam forced to show off my cooking skills i generously make bread omelette and if it has to be some thing beyond that which has to be made with more effort i just make the the requester realise how fat he/she is!!<br /><br /><br />Reading was always a hobby when iam all set to sleep....two lines are just more than enough for me to get the most desired and contented nap<br /><br /><br />Break time at office is spent judiciously on gossips! Who grew up the ladder witout working,who looks good and who looks bad,who dresses up well and who doesnt who is going around with whom and who parties more...needless to say breaks are never ending especially if the tea is hot and the gang is of the same frequency..i love breaks with my team!<br /><br />Being optimistic is something that iam always !! especially when i used to await my maths paper for which i would have derived my own formulas for solving few sums...Optimism strikes hard when my name gets called ...and after seeing the marks it strikes even more harder...my mind tells me" Just chill there is always a next time"!!!!<br /><br />God exists in my mind and not in idols! not an athiest but strongly disbelieve in idol worship....<br /><br />Well thats all for a fellow blogger or a a genuine reader to understand who iam and what iam!!<br /><br />more to follow after a day or two...:)Vineetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358149446935820999noreply@blogger.com1