Whining thoughts continue..

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...

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…

This marks another motive behind me getting back to whit down few random thoughts.. ;)

Of late Face booking mostly among Indians has become a forum for exhibition rather than socializing or networking..
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..

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!!!

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!!!!

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 


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!!!

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!!!

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!!

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.

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!!!!

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”!!
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.....

Hello Vineeta..how are you…where are u working these days
(I would have answered this question every time I met them)

The next one will be..Ooh my sister's son's kid works there..do u know him???
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)

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..
(So?????? Good for him!!)


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!!!
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!!

New people new likes new dislikes and it goes on..NO ESCAPE!!!!

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!!!
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!!

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!!!
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…
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!!
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!

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 

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!!!

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
Fatigue
Perpetual hunger
No Interest in any kind of activity
A "I -can't -be bothered -to think" attitude
Getting angry
Weird look always
Fault finding
Upset for no reason
Strain to move from one seat to another
Eye strain while reading, especially while reading a levelheaded book
Dreaming about a cozy bed while handling an escalation at work

And now iam working on a panacea to correct these!! Join me if ur diseased!!! :)

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.....

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!!

Most people lament about what they have done which cannot be undone!Regrets of a lifetime!Irreversible chemical changes.....
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.

Few of my married friends feel that they have married in haste and now crave to be single.....Sigh ...God save them!!

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.


Well these were the common stuff ,but then I realized after a thorough investigation that my regrets are entirely different!!!

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!!!

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..

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 !!!

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??)

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)

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!!!!

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!!! 

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?"

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!!!

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!!:)

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 !!

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!!!

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…!!!…


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

"Gosh been working since 48hrs now...I still love it!! :)"

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!!!


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!!!

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

Well I stop with 9 !!..but would love to know more of such interesting facts..
still investigating and the trail goes on.....…

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!!!

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.

It was a prospective maid waiting to be interviewed by the one woman chair... my mom!! And mom started off with negotiating her package…

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!

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!
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.

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” ?

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!!

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!!!!

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!!!

‘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”
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…

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 :)


It was fun spending time with her and I would say she was one of a kind!!

Poor dame had to leave our place due to ill health!!!
But I really miss my ‘Go’!!!

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'!!

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!

-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)

-Will never mail anyone who writes in editorial columns, criticizing them even if I find the article futile.

-I will ensure that my wardrobe remains neat and tidy ( mission Impossible)

-I will never use hair drier daily and lose those existing ten locks I have now

- 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!!

-Will never trust colleagues

-Use Face book and Orkut sparingly and concentrate more on online courses at office (am lying. I can’t do that!!)

- 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 :)

-Attempt to read better books than Champak, Tinkle and Archies..I am sure it would help me sleep off faster than now!

-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.

-I will blog more often at home and not at office

- Definitely keep in touch with my friends whom I miss out to call back often. Sorry guys .I won’t repeat that again!!

- Will neither tease any one nor indulge in a running commentary about any person of interest seen at the malls or busy streets

-I will gossip less ( I’m lying again!!)
-I Will not lie (oops I already did)

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 :)

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!!!

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.

Upon his verdict I purchased this 2kg black "puttu kutti" (something like a long cylindrical vessel used to make Steamcakes in kerala)

Caressed every minute with a wipe, covered in the softest muslin available, regular checks on whether it has rashes(scratches) and what not!!
Well,the new entrant was the apple of our eyes and the mewling new born next door would have been jealous!! Iam Sure!!!

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!

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!

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.

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 :(

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)

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!
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!!

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”!!
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!!!

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!!
Practice sessions started full swing and the only dialogue I had to say in that skit was "What happened to you Tom"?

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.
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 ;)

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 !!

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?"
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"!!

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!!!!
Fuming Sister Cicilia marched towards me, pulled my ear and asked me "What were u dreaming, girl?? Why didn't you speak up???”!!!
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!!!
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"? 

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.
But these days whenever Iam alone I spend time as judiciously as possible…

Few of the activities that I get drawn in are

Looking at the mirror and enacting few scenarios like the ones below:

-Imagine to be the CEO of my company and address the workforce on discipline
-Do performance appraisals and explain why he/she has been rated so badly
-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)
-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)!!
-Make all possible monkey faces,boo,rather hoot at myself..
-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.
Once i get bored of all these I...
-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;))
-Try out the Hips Don’t Lie steps and then realize how inflexible Iam or rather how rigid my bones are..
-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
-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 :)
-Watching the most boring movie ever….
-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 ;))
-Spend time on writing blogs about every other aspect of life
-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..

These i think are tested and proven ways of wasting time which i really enjoy

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… 