Friday, January 8

Up above the world so High..;-)

१ दिन ऐसे ही बैठे बैठे मुझे ख़याल आया....की ऐसे कौन सी चीज़ें हैं which give me a high almost equivalent to alcohol...;-)
Actually, this idea dawned on me last year when i had not slept for 3 days contibuosly... (not slept as in slept only for like 4-5 hrs per day..:D)...i realised that by the evening of the third day...i wasn't feeling sleepy, rather i was hyperactive...and happy...and laughing on the smallest and weirdest of things......:D....brain had become numb-er and all the issues bothering me those days were lost somewhere, i was just in the present, talking more than i usually do..:O....i realised lack of sleep induces a high in me, which is as good as having 2-3 shots of Vodka...its fun....:)

Another such thing which takes me to a "higher" level altogether is good music...:)
Yes, music- any language, any kind, if melodious gives me a totally different kind of a high...:). It was also the biggest stress burster for me till few days back apart from shopping, now of course blogging has been added to this list...
अच्छे मधुर गीत दिमाग (और दिल को भी...;-)) किसी और ही दुनिया में ले जाते हैं, उन ५-६ मिनटों के लिए ऐसा लगता है की बस यथार्थ से इतना ही दूर रहें....इन गीतों की लय तान में कहीं खोये हुए.....
Love and madness for music would need a complete post in itself though...:), but yes, music does the trick...:)

Now this one is a bit weird...:/ .....I noticed some time back, that reading old chat scripts of some friends also gives me a high..:O....
And thats specially true when the chats are funny....:D..reading old funny chats, where some hilarious jokes have been cracked or some bone tickling stuff has been said....creates the magic...:)
I sometimes read my old chats, (yes I am that velli...:D)...and it feels good....:)
This song for the nice Fri evening...:)

Thursday, January 7

Job Blues!!

My office expense policy sucks....big time!!!...
I came back from an office tour last to last week. Raised my bills and today got a mail from Finance saying:
"In the above-mentioned ER, you have claimed laundry expenses which is not in line with the expnse policy. As per policy, employees travelling for a period exceeding 5 continuous days would be reimbursed laundry expenses for the number of days exceeding five only."
Apparently i had given my clothes for laundry on the 4th day of my stay itself.....and point to be noted is that i stayed there for some 20 days altogether.
I hate such policies. You travel for office work, travel like some 60 kms per day to and fro to the client's place and then at the end of the day also keep a tab on the number of days when you become eligible for giving laundry.....a day here and there and these cost cutting morons start sending you such e-mails. Not that i am against rules, but thing is, amidst so much work..who would remember ki abhi 5 din hue hain ki nahi.......isn't that totally Insane!!!....
Added to this, you are also suppose to submit your boarding passes while claiming your taxi expenses to airport...:O. This is, when the tickets are booked by the firm itself!!. But who knows, you might call the airlines and get your destination changed..., take a vacation....and come back to claim all expenses...:D....all this...without your manager knowing anything and at the "huge" risk of loosing your job??.....
life sometimes sucks..and that is an understatement!!!

Wednesday, January 6

NaBoPloMo, Maths and Me

Its been 4 days since I am a part of NaBloPoMo. The other day P called up at 9:30 PM..and after exchanging general pleasantries, said..I just called up to ask..9:30 ho gaye hain…NaBloPoMo bas 2 din ka tha kya…:D. Aah!! and here I was with ready with my reply…are check my latest post, I posted it yesterday night itself. Jaise hi ghadi ne 12 bajaaye raat ke, I posted my post for the next day…:D Of course he was surprised, this kind of active behavior is generally not expected out of me. But the fact is that this one post each day is not that simple as it sounds. I mean after office hours, traveling etc, you are practically left with very little time to think of something interesting to write before the clock strikes 12. Anyways, as P said, it’s more to bring discipline and regularity into your blog. True.

Point is, that this one day timeline creates a certain kind of anxiety in me. If you ask me right now, I feel like writing posts together for the coming 2 days, and just post them at the strike of 12 everyday. :O…[I know its kiddish but its true]. This reminds me of the times when I was in school. I was dead scared of Mathematics as a subject till class 8. So before any exam/ test of this subject I use to become extremely anxious. (I wont say nervous, but gud-gud types hone lagti thi tummy mein..:)). Anyways, this kept happening for close to seven-eight years, before I scored my first century in maths and became much more confident in the subject..:D However, after that whenever I am in any kind of anxious situation, (it can be any….ranging from some crucial match of India till few years back...or any major event happening in life when things are not in favor)…the feeling is always like…yaar ek dum aise lag raha hai jaise maths ke exam ke pehle lagta tha…:D

I am listening to this beautiful song right now...:)..and posting the NaBoPloMo post for Jan 6th...:)

Tuesday, January 5

Ding dong....:)

I had written this post few months back, posted it, then deleted it.....no clue whatsoever why....
Again posting it here..:)
I shall start this post without any introduction. Just jotting down the kind of life I had always envisaged after marriage….:)I have always been a very lazy person, and by standards of girls, a bit too lazy. A person driven by sheer convenience when it comes to household chores. Not at all a cleanliness freak. Bas manage ho jana chahiye. Ten years of stay away from home has played a strong role in shaping this behavior. Ok, to add to it, I am careless also, and have perfected the art of loosing things in the past twenty something years. Hence people around me feel that I should get married to someone who is very organized and careful. And should not at all be lazy. So that we “compliment” each other and the "jeevan ki naiyya" sails smoothly. But somehow I feel that it would be great fun to get married to someone lazier than me. (and believe me, I have this strong feeling that I will get married to someone like that only). I have my own good set of reasons for believing so. Lets have a look: 1. I will never be shouted at for oversleeping. (the moment he says..babe u sleep too much….i will have a quick retort….less than u man….so better stay chill..:D)
2. I don’t like getting up in the morning to find the place next to me empty. At home when I sleep with my mum/ sis (for that matter any one), I always open my eyes in the morning to a vacant bed next to me, since all of them get up earlier than me. I am then surrounded by a deep feeling of sheer despair and melancholy …how lazy I am, and man, every one else around me is so active…:(.Now, imagine..opening your eyes in the morning and discovering that the person next to you is still asleep, you are filled with the sheer joy of coming first in the race of waking up early..:D., and with the inexplicable feeling of satisfaction that there exist souls lazier than you on this earth. And leave apart all that, the very fact that now you can begin you day by establishing your superiority over this lazy ass, shouting at him and hence feeling responsible, that you are a perfect wife who ensures that her husband leaves for office on time…:D..:D (this is considered given that yours truly would get up at least few seconds before the line of time of control…:P)
3. All my life till now I have been taunted for being the lazy self who I am. From my parents, to friends in hostel, to flat mates….I have been the target of every group of human beings around and have been reprimanded always for oversleeping, re-sleeping, just lying around doing nothing and finishing every imp work at the eleventh hour. Now imagine, when I have someone around all through out life, to take revenge of all what I have gone through all these years…..YAY!!!!....
4. Another important thing which has bothered me all these years, is the fact that I have always been the last one to take bath at home…especially if it’s a weekend. My wing mates in hostel never had a problem because of me, as this was an unspoken code set, that “Deepti last mein nahane jaayegi”…:)..everybody loved me for this. Even though there were high chances that in the drought ridden HOT places I have done my college from, where water supply was too limited, the tap would stop being kind after 8:30 AM; I was never never in a hurry to take bath, even if in the end I had to fetch water from the mess most of the times…:). “Pehle Aap”, had always been my mantra when it came to bathing.Now imagine, if Mr. Husband happens to be somebody who has been holding the same respectable position in the Boys’ Hostel and believes in a similar theory, how thrilling life would become…:). Weekends mornings would be so much fun…:).
Now the underlying fact in all the above reasons quoted is only one: I get to play the PERFECT wife, one who always finishes first…:)

:))...Reality however, is quite different....:) From little bit of what i have discovered in past couple of months, would be husband happens to be quite opposite of what i had envisaged...:).....More on this after a couple of months....;)

Monday, January 4

Silk Silk all over....

Last year December I was in Chennai. For the D-day which is now just a month away, I started getting phone calls from all aunts, cousins for getting some silk for them from Chennai.
I have lived in Chennai for 2 years, and had been to T Nagar (shopper's paradise for Chennaites), but had never explored the silk shops there properly....
I had been to Nalli Silks in bangalore too, so i thought of exploring Sri Kumaran Silks, another silk saree shop just few metres from Nalli.
Appalled I was the moment I entered the silk house. HUGE is not the word.....its huger than huge....:). The shop is like some set of old hindi movie film ...a huge bunglow of some millionaire.
A big round antique wall clock hung on the first floor wall must be some 50 years old. The complete atmosphere inside the shop gives you the feeling that in what high regards silk or say silk sarees are being treated. Its a paradise for saree lovers, with 4 floors spanning over an area of 60,000 square feet. You name a variety of southern silk, they have it. From traditional to fancy to all experimental designs ..this place has all. And the best part is that the sales men are more than interested in telling you the whole history of kancheepuram silk sarees, how it takes 30 days to weave one, and how gold/ silver zari is used in all kancheepuram sarees.

The best part about the shop which i liked from a customer's point of view was that the shop owners have not labeled the buying areas according to the price range of the sarees available there. (unlike some other shops in that area). I found it a very nice thing as the shop owners did not seem to be telling the buyers, which segment to visit or rather which segment would suit there pockets. You come in to the shop, explore the area you happen to visit first and then ofcourse they have salesmen all over to direct you personally to the counter of your choice of silk and price range.

So all in all, it was a super experience being in Sri Kumaran Silks, I thoroughly loved the sarees, the experience and the feel of the place.
cheers

Sunday, January 3

Fungsuk Wangdu

आज शाम को ऑटो से घर आये, जैसे ही ऑटो वाले को देने के लिए पैसे निकाले...वो बोला..."मैडम १ बात पूछें आप से" (बड़ी ठहरी और गंभीर आवाज़ में..और eastern UP की tone में) मैंने बोला, हाँजी बोलिए...."आप सारिका को जानती हैं?".....( i got a bit scared, by the way he asked....in a baritone)..."फिल्म स्टार सारिका".....मैं अभी कुछ बोलने ही लगी थी....की ऑटो वाले सज्जन बोले...."मैडम आप उनकी बेटी हैं क्या??"..... LOL....and i started laughing....."आप १ दम उनके जैसे ही दिखती हैं...हमने सोचा वो तो हों नहीं सकती...उनकी बेटी होंगी"...मैंने कहा, अरे भैय्याजी नहीं...ऐसा कुछ नहीं है....:D...I could not stop laughing loudly after that....
Many ppl have told me that i resemble Sarika, but auto vaale bhaiyya ji ka observation kaafi sahi tha...kaafi kam time mein hi shakal mila li....:)
PS: I have a strange dislike towards the film actress for a very interesting/ funny reason.....
Title of the post is JLT....:)

Saturday, January 2

NaBloPoMo

Monika has started NaBloPoMo again this new year....:). I intend to be a part of it, lets see how far can i sustain...
NaBloPoMo is the National Blog Posting Month, where all the partcipants have to post continuously every day for a period of one month.
few promises i have made to myself this year..
1. Drink more water...
2. Try to speak slowly...:)
3. Try to reduce the number of hrs i sleep... :D (have failed miserably on this one till now...got up at 1 pm tdy..:O)
4. Read at least 30 books this year...
....will surely have to add few more to this in the coming months..:)
Welcome 2010!!
cheers..:)

Friday, January 1

Three idiots!!

I saw 3 Idiots last week on X-Mas day. An amazingly entertaining movie which will keep you laughing out loudly, throughout. Theatre mein taali baja baja ke hanse hum.... A great plot, super direction and applaudable performances by the whole cast makes the film watchable at least twice. The director has been quite successful in keeping the tempo of the movie consistent throughout the movie. Highs and lows have been so well timed that it surely could not have been better than this. So, basically a super movie to end 2009 with...:)
Kind of movie, jiski DVD khareed ke rakh lo, aur revise karte raho samay samay per...:)
Anyways, i would have dedicated this whole post to the movie itself, had i not seen Mr. Chopra, the producer of the movie, shouting like mad at media some time back on national television. Watching him mis conduct himself forced me to think....ki ye kya hai bhaiyya...kuch bhi...kab tak bevkoof banaoge public ko.....
3 Idiots is based on 5. Some 1 (A super hit book by Chetan Bhagat released in 2004).
Anyone who has read the book can easily say that the storyline of the movie is 70% 5. sum 1. The basic plot is same, the message has been kept intact, 70% of the situations have been copied wihtout any changes, basically the soul of the movie resonates the soul of the book.
But apparently the makers of the movie including Mr. Aamir Khan think otherwise. It was shocking to see the star defending the producer and director by saying that the movie is just 3-5% based on 5. sum 1...:O
I am amazed by the fact how blind and unethical can people become when given some money and power....It was a disgrace seeing the producer of the movie shouting at the media when questioned about the storyline. The producer went to the extent of saying that CB is using Aamir's name to get publicity!!!
Someone please go and tell these people that the youth of India is intelligent enough to exercise their own judgement in deciding who is copying what. I seriously doubt if a person like CB even needs Aamir Khan to get publicity. Dear Mr. Aamir and Mr. Chopra, Kindly open your eyes and realise that your audience is not foolish and there is a huge world of Blogs/ internet/ print media out there which people resort to more often than your movies and hence are aware enough to to understand whos copying whom.
The three idiots (Raju Hirani, Vinod Chopra and Aamir Khan) should be sent flowers saying "get well soon" and at least be true to the profession which earns you bread and butter.
Chetan Bhagat may not be a legendary writer, but then what is his is his. You can't just take credit of his work and then slam him publicly in media. Thats just not done.
Anyways, this is just a not so harmful version of how unethical people at the top can get.
Ruchika Girhotra's case is another case which makes me sit down and think...for how long are we going to be The Helpless citizens in our own country?? Where actually are we headed to, as a society...as a nation??
2010 is here, i just hope, wish and pray that the coming year brings justice to all, is more peaceful and happier for all the suffering souls around....
cheers..