This morning, a number of people in the bus would have thought me demented. The cause of this thought is a book written by this gentleman called Pelham Grenville Wodehouse. For the sake of convenience and relief to my fingers (which are still at loggerheads), I shall call this person Pel.
And this is what Pel said (about a very tall, lanky character in the book) that made me burst out laughing:
...Nature, stretching Horace Davenport out, had forgotten to stretch him sideways, and one could have pictured Euclid, had they met, nudging a friend and saying: "Don't look now, but this chap coming along illustrates exactly what I was telling you about a straight line having length without breadth."
I just could not stop laughing. His name should have been Pel 'genius' Wodehouse!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Music
I've been listening to songs from this movie called Shankarabharanam. There's something about them which makes me listen to them over and over again.
Mesmerising.
PS: Apparently, a lot of people do not think like me. I claim so, because this song has been nominated for an award (says Amrita).
PPS: HAHAHAHA!
Mesmerising.
PS: Apparently, a lot of people do not think like me. I claim so, because this song has been nominated for an award (says Amrita).
PPS: HAHAHAHA!
Friday, November 16, 2007
Phone people
There must be some rule against people who think that their cell phones are incapable of transporting their voice entirely to the other party; and end up yelling into the phones for all they are worth.
And people who do such a thing in public buses that are chalk full, should not be allowed.
I spent the first 20 minutes of my ride standing next to this huge (read gigantic) woman; who I believe, was convinced that the person she was talking to was stone deaf. Assuming all of us to have faulty ears too, she proceeded to describe, in great detail, the precise way her blouse must be stiched. For fear of being labeled indecent, I shall refrain from reproducing her side of the conversation.
She then went on to speak to her cook about how many spoons of oil must be used in food, because she needed to watch her weight. I have a strong feeling that if the cook had hung up on the other end; the lady in question would'nt have shut up long enough to notice that.
There is another very interesting section of people that I shall describe in a while. There is a certain piece of equipment called the hands-free; the purpose of which is rather evident. One might use the contraption when both hands are tied up with say, hanging onto the bus for dear life; or maybe when one is working in the kitchen or the garden or wherever else. The idea is simple. The section of people mentioned in the first line of the paragraph, do not comprehend the correct meaning of the phrase "hands-free". They use the thing when their hands are free. Most often, when they have a comfortable window seat in the bus, the phone rings - the thing is whipped out, attached and used. It is quite hilarious..
Perhaps we must blame the manufacturers for such discrepancies. Perhaps the meaning would be clearer if they called it Hands-not-free?
And people who do such a thing in public buses that are chalk full, should not be allowed.
I spent the first 20 minutes of my ride standing next to this huge (read gigantic) woman; who I believe, was convinced that the person she was talking to was stone deaf. Assuming all of us to have faulty ears too, she proceeded to describe, in great detail, the precise way her blouse must be stiched. For fear of being labeled indecent, I shall refrain from reproducing her side of the conversation.
She then went on to speak to her cook about how many spoons of oil must be used in food, because she needed to watch her weight. I have a strong feeling that if the cook had hung up on the other end; the lady in question would'nt have shut up long enough to notice that.
There is another very interesting section of people that I shall describe in a while. There is a certain piece of equipment called the hands-free; the purpose of which is rather evident. One might use the contraption when both hands are tied up with say, hanging onto the bus for dear life; or maybe when one is working in the kitchen or the garden or wherever else. The idea is simple. The section of people mentioned in the first line of the paragraph, do not comprehend the correct meaning of the phrase "hands-free". They use the thing when their hands are free. Most often, when they have a comfortable window seat in the bus, the phone rings - the thing is whipped out, attached and used. It is quite hilarious..
Perhaps we must blame the manufacturers for such discrepancies. Perhaps the meaning would be clearer if they called it Hands-not-free?
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Song?
On the first leg of my journey (complete routine: share auto - walk - bus - walk some more - bus - walk a little - home - phew!) back home yesterday, I got into one of those share autos who have the very noble intention of providing value for money. This, usually takes the form of music. Much as I appreciate the thought, the kind of music (?) I was subjected to yesterday, made me want to banish all auto-drivers with such intentions. I have a feeling you'll agree with me after reading the lyrics:
मैं कपडे बदलकर जाऊं कहाँ;
और बाल बनाउ किसके लिए ?
I rest my case...
मैं कपडे बदलकर जाऊं कहाँ;
और बाल बनाउ किसके लिए ?
I rest my case...
Monday, November 05, 2007
Humph!
Lately, I've noticed the population of people who stare, shoot upwards. As a result of which, I keep checking to see if I've suddenly grown a pair of horns or perhaps an extra nose..
>:P
>:P
Friday, November 02, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
Third Time Tagged
The other day Yasaswini said that my blog was dying. So, here's my attempt at reviving it (and response to Yasaswini's tag)..
Book that changed my life – I don't think I've read something that good [scratching chin]..
Book you’ve read more than once – Harry Potter series. I just love those books. Apart from that, The Tempest and The Discovery of India. And, I'm not kidding.. These were a part of the Literature course in school and by the end of class 12, I could recite Prospero (and a bit of Nehru) in my sleep.
Book you would take to a deserted island – Why would I take a book to a deserted island?
Book that made you laugh – Every single one by this person called Pelham Grenville Wodehouse.
Book that made you want to kill yourself – Thankfully, no book has been that bad till now.
Book you wish you had written – Illusions.
Book(s) you wish had never been written – 5 point someone. Sad, it was.
Book you’re currently reading – Trying to read, more like - Identity and Violence.
Book you’ve been meaning to read – Ha! I've lost count.
Book you have been meaning to finish – One two three, infinity, by Gamow. It's a brilliant book, but my brains seem too lethargic these days.
Alright, now that I've written that down, it feels like I've read very less.. Sigh!
Book that changed my life – I don't think I've read something that good [scratching chin]..
Book you’ve read more than once – Harry Potter series. I just love those books. Apart from that, The Tempest and The Discovery of India. And, I'm not kidding.. These were a part of the Literature course in school and by the end of class 12, I could recite Prospero (and a bit of Nehru) in my sleep.
Book you would take to a deserted island – Why would I take a book to a deserted island?
Book that made you laugh – Every single one by this person called Pelham Grenville Wodehouse.
Book that made you want to kill yourself – Thankfully, no book has been that bad till now.
Book you wish you had written – Illusions.
Book(s) you wish had never been written – 5 point someone. Sad, it was.
Book you’re currently reading – Trying to read, more like - Identity and Violence.
Book you’ve been meaning to read – Ha! I've lost count.
Book you have been meaning to finish – One two three, infinity, by Gamow. It's a brilliant book, but my brains seem too lethargic these days.
Alright, now that I've written that down, it feels like I've read very less.. Sigh!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Stranger..
This happened a while ago and I should have written it then; but me being me, it is finally being typed out now.
The other day, Abhimanyu and I were sitting in cafe Odyssey, when a stranger sitting at the table opposite us interrupted our conversation.
Stranger: "Excuse me.."
Abhimanyu: "Yes?"
Krithika: Throws the stranger a doubtful glance.
Stranger takes out some sort of an abstract painting. It looks like a little kid, or someone very inept at painting, spilled some colour on a sheet of nice, glossy paper and tried to rub it off. In the process, this abstract painting was created.. Well, at least that's how it looked like. Anyway,
S: "Do you see anything different about this picture?"
A: Tries to figure something out, squints at the painting.
K: "No." (!!)
Stranger turns the picture at an angle, so that the light falls differently on the painting, and smiles encouragingly at us. At this point, all the waiters in the cafe are craning their necks to see if they can come up with something smarter than the blunt "No" from me..
S: "The picture is supposed to change with the angle of light." (Hopeful face)
A: "Ah! I see.. Interesting."
K: "Hmm. Yes.. Interesting."
S (Going back to his food): "Thank you. (smiles) Sorry for disturbing you.."
A, K: "Oh, that's alright."
S (probable thought bubble): "Most mundane.. Sigh!"
A, K (definite thought bubble): "What a weirdo!"
I was marvelling at people's imagination and wondering where mine had gone, when A turns back to me and says, "All I saw was pretty much a bunch of colours.. What do you think??" I said, "Come to think of it, I think i saw a horse at one angle. But then, I cant be sure.."
Ha!
The other day, Abhimanyu and I were sitting in cafe Odyssey, when a stranger sitting at the table opposite us interrupted our conversation.
Stranger: "Excuse me.."
Abhimanyu: "Yes?"
Krithika: Throws the stranger a doubtful glance.
Stranger takes out some sort of an abstract painting. It looks like a little kid, or someone very inept at painting, spilled some colour on a sheet of nice, glossy paper and tried to rub it off. In the process, this abstract painting was created.. Well, at least that's how it looked like. Anyway,
S: "Do you see anything different about this picture?"
A: Tries to figure something out, squints at the painting.
K: "No." (!!)
Stranger turns the picture at an angle, so that the light falls differently on the painting, and smiles encouragingly at us. At this point, all the waiters in the cafe are craning their necks to see if they can come up with something smarter than the blunt "No" from me..
S: "The picture is supposed to change with the angle of light." (Hopeful face)
A: "Ah! I see.. Interesting."
K: "Hmm. Yes.. Interesting."
S (Going back to his food): "Thank you. (smiles) Sorry for disturbing you.."
A, K: "Oh, that's alright."
S (probable thought bubble): "Most mundane.. Sigh!"
A, K (definite thought bubble): "What a weirdo!"
I was marvelling at people's imagination and wondering where mine had gone, when A turns back to me and says, "All I saw was pretty much a bunch of colours.. What do you think??" I said, "Come to think of it, I think i saw a horse at one angle. But then, I cant be sure.."
Ha!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Two dimensional teammate.
No.. no. I am not rambling. It is not some theory where if you travel for a while in space at .8895 times the speed of light, you tend to lose a dimension. The title of this post, I assume, will become clearer as we move on.
You might recall a teammate of mine, Ms. M (of the circular thought fame). She is rather interesting and not only because she thinks in circles.
Now, Ms. M can be very politely be described as having a petite, 'less than imposing' structure. In a less polite manner, a colleague described her as 2D. :P People keep warning her off and on about being careful while crossing roads, fearing that the drivers might just not notice a two dimensional structure walking across. I believe, this is quite a valid apprehension and is in the best interests of Ms. M, for most drivers tend to blatantly ignore the existence of creatures who are very three dimensional (exempli gratia: me).
A few days ago, she found herself in quite a dilemma. Her roommate wanted to eat something for dinner that was 'low-fat'. In the words of the roommate, she wanted to take this turn towards health since her jeans did not fit anymore. "Well", stated Ms.M, "if they go on with the 'low-fat' thingy, my jeans wont fit me, as in... they'll fall off!" I do agree with her statement and believe that it is a serious concern.. [very solemn facial expression]
Apart from her two dimensional frame, Ms.M also has a rather prominent grin. My teammate Ms. P (mentioned earlier in circular thought) has a twin who described it thus:
"Of the 40+ kilograms of weight in her body, 3 are the teeth!"
Hilarious!
You might recall a teammate of mine, Ms. M (of the circular thought fame). She is rather interesting and not only because she thinks in circles.
Now, Ms. M can be very politely be described as having a petite, 'less than imposing' structure. In a less polite manner, a colleague described her as 2D. :P People keep warning her off and on about being careful while crossing roads, fearing that the drivers might just not notice a two dimensional structure walking across. I believe, this is quite a valid apprehension and is in the best interests of Ms. M, for most drivers tend to blatantly ignore the existence of creatures who are very three dimensional (exempli gratia: me).
A few days ago, she found herself in quite a dilemma. Her roommate wanted to eat something for dinner that was 'low-fat'. In the words of the roommate, she wanted to take this turn towards health since her jeans did not fit anymore. "Well", stated Ms.M, "if they go on with the 'low-fat' thingy, my jeans wont fit me, as in... they'll fall off!" I do agree with her statement and believe that it is a serious concern.. [very solemn facial expression]
Apart from her two dimensional frame, Ms.M also has a rather prominent grin. My teammate Ms. P (mentioned earlier in circular thought) has a twin who described it thus:
"Of the 40+ kilograms of weight in her body, 3 are the teeth!"
Hilarious!
Friday, August 03, 2007
Conflict within..
For those of you who thought I had turned to philosophy, rest assured. The conflict I am talking about is in my right hand; amongst all my fingers.
Now that my fingers have been typing away on the keyboard for almost two years, the vigorous excercise seems to have given them, a mind of their own. As a result of this newly gathered intelligence, they seem to be in constant argument with each other. Here are a few traits that I have noticed of late..
Thumb: The most tranquil of the lot. Much like Luna Lovegood of the Harry Potter fame. Primarily associates with the spacebar. Functions normally most of the times, apart from when it is streched. Threatens to get stuck in one position under such circumstances..
Index: Used extensively all over the keyboard. Easy-going.. does not complain much apart from the time, when it has to hold on to the phone, while the other fingers hang on to the bus, for dear life. Gets stuck now and then, and has to be coaxed back into functionality by the excessive use of pain-relieving balm.
Middle (also: digitus medius): The trouble begins. Is forever in a constant state of conflict with it's neighbours, particularly, the ring finger. I suspect that the reason for the conflict between the middle and the ring fingers is due entirely to the hanging onto the rod in public buses. It might have also stemmed from the fact that I prefer to use this finger for the scrolling button on the mouse, hence angering the ring finger.
Ring: Again, in constant conflict with the digitus medius. Tries to remain at as large a distance as it has been allowed, from it's neighbour. The tension is evident when it is forcefully put alongside the digitus medius. Interestingly, the conflict between them seems to mellow down under the influence of balm. Good ol' days, eh?
Little: Most reserved of the lot. Hardly used on the keyboards, except for on the 'Shift' key sometimes. For a long while now, it has maintained a healthy distance from the others. These days, it seems to be going away further, as a result of the constant battle amongst the neighbouring fingers. I can sympathise. It must be rather annoying to have neighbours who bicker like there is no tomorrow..
Some wise man must have forseen this conflict... and hence the invention of pain-relieving balm!
Now that my fingers have been typing away on the keyboard for almost two years, the vigorous excercise seems to have given them, a mind of their own. As a result of this newly gathered intelligence, they seem to be in constant argument with each other. Here are a few traits that I have noticed of late..
Thumb: The most tranquil of the lot. Much like Luna Lovegood of the Harry Potter fame. Primarily associates with the spacebar. Functions normally most of the times, apart from when it is streched. Threatens to get stuck in one position under such circumstances..
Index: Used extensively all over the keyboard. Easy-going.. does not complain much apart from the time, when it has to hold on to the phone, while the other fingers hang on to the bus, for dear life. Gets stuck now and then, and has to be coaxed back into functionality by the excessive use of pain-relieving balm.
Middle (also: digitus medius): The trouble begins. Is forever in a constant state of conflict with it's neighbours, particularly, the ring finger. I suspect that the reason for the conflict between the middle and the ring fingers is due entirely to the hanging onto the rod in public buses. It might have also stemmed from the fact that I prefer to use this finger for the scrolling button on the mouse, hence angering the ring finger.
Ring: Again, in constant conflict with the digitus medius. Tries to remain at as large a distance as it has been allowed, from it's neighbour. The tension is evident when it is forcefully put alongside the digitus medius. Interestingly, the conflict between them seems to mellow down under the influence of balm. Good ol' days, eh?
Little: Most reserved of the lot. Hardly used on the keyboards, except for on the 'Shift' key sometimes. For a long while now, it has maintained a healthy distance from the others. These days, it seems to be going away further, as a result of the constant battle amongst the neighbouring fingers. I can sympathise. It must be rather annoying to have neighbours who bicker like there is no tomorrow..
Some wise man must have forseen this conflict... and hence the invention of pain-relieving balm!
Monday, July 09, 2007
Tagged - again!
And this time, I am supposed to be writing down 5 random facts about myself.
Hmm.. lets see.
I prefer wearing glasses to wearing contact lenses (I would rather not wear the glasses either, but lets not begin on that.. :P).
I can stare at the night sky for hours, without tiring of it.
Everytime I write something, it ends up being funny.
I miss studying and writing exams (not bluffing [solemn face]).
I think I am terrible at writing random facts..
:P
Hmm.. lets see.
I prefer wearing glasses to wearing contact lenses (I would rather not wear the glasses either, but lets not begin on that.. :P).
I can stare at the night sky for hours, without tiring of it.
Everytime I write something, it ends up being funny.
I miss studying and writing exams (not bluffing [solemn face]).
I think I am terrible at writing random facts..
:P
Road hogs..
There seems to be a law which goes thus:
If you are the driver of anything slightly bigger than the average tri-cycle, you are provided with the rights to run over fellow human beings who happen to cross your path and treat the road much like a kid would treat a playground.
Humph!
If you are the driver of anything slightly bigger than the average tri-cycle, you are provided with the rights to run over fellow human beings who happen to cross your path and treat the road much like a kid would treat a playground.
Humph!
Friday, June 29, 2007
Circling around..
A teammate of mine (Ms. P) is leaving her job to go and study business at Manchester. So I asked another teammate (Ms. M) to think of an appropriate gift that will remind her of the times here and other things of the sort that gifts are supposed to remind people of.
10 minutes after I had asked her to think, she tells me to "come up with an idea for the gift". I asked her why she was asking me to do
a). something I am pathetic at,
b). the very thing I had asked her to do 10 minutes ago.
She said, "That, my friend, is called circular thought". I called it "too-lazy-to-think" thought.
We are still going around in circles. Perhaps, Ms. P will have to do without the gift, in which case both of us also will not be given gifts when we leave.
For, 'What you do, comes back to you'. :P
10 minutes after I had asked her to think, she tells me to "come up with an idea for the gift". I asked her why she was asking me to do
a). something I am pathetic at,
b). the very thing I had asked her to do 10 minutes ago.
She said, "That, my friend, is called circular thought". I called it "too-lazy-to-think" thought.
We are still going around in circles. Perhaps, Ms. P will have to do without the gift, in which case both of us also will not be given gifts when we leave.
For, 'What you do, comes back to you'. :P
17 Pink Shirts.
There seems to be a sudden rise in the number of men wearing pink shirts these days. I thought pink was the all-time woman-ish colour. I mentioned this to my sister who did the following:
1. Stared at me like I had an extra nose.
2. Rolled on the floor, laughing for 7 minutes and some seconds.
3. Told me that after Saif Ali Khan wore pink in Kal ho na ho (and got labeled 'hot'), the "happening" male set of the country has taken it upon itself to do a Khan and get labeled in a similar manner.
4. Also told me (in terms that I shall not list here), exactly how "uncool" and behind the times I was.
NB: With reference to number3., please note that creatures that I noticed wearing pink were nowhere even in the vicinity of "happening". Of course, it may also be that my definition of "happening" is very very different.
I must mention here, that when I say pink, I am not refering to the mild, un-obscene pink that is perhaps, acceptable once in a while. What I am refering to is the shade that is pinnnnnnnnnk, or PINK, if you prefer that. Loud, damaging to the eye, obscene...
I always imagined that my taste in colours is decent. Colours that please the eye (primarily mine), you know. Blue, grey, blue-grey, grey-blue and things of that sort. And everytime I happen to mention this at home, the only person who supports me is my father. (hi five!)
The only other person who shares my taste in colour (or so I like to believe), is my 3-year old neighbour. I think this, because everytime she sees someone wearing an unacceptable colour, she resolutely looks away from the offender and refuses to speak (I like to believe that the reason for this particular behaviour is the colour of the shirt, even though I have seen it happen only twice and both times, the offenders were not men).
I counted 17 pink shirts on my way to work today, 8 of which fell into the highly objectionable PINK category.
What is the world coming to??
1. Stared at me like I had an extra nose.
2. Rolled on the floor, laughing for 7 minutes and some seconds.
3. Told me that after Saif Ali Khan wore pink in Kal ho na ho (and got labeled 'hot'), the "happening" male set of the country has taken it upon itself to do a Khan and get labeled in a similar manner.
4. Also told me (in terms that I shall not list here), exactly how "uncool" and behind the times I was.
NB: With reference to number3., please note that creatures that I noticed wearing pink were nowhere even in the vicinity of "happening". Of course, it may also be that my definition of "happening" is very very different.
I must mention here, that when I say pink, I am not refering to the mild, un-obscene pink that is perhaps, acceptable once in a while. What I am refering to is the shade that is pinnnnnnnnnk, or PINK, if you prefer that. Loud, damaging to the eye, obscene...
I always imagined that my taste in colours is decent. Colours that please the eye (primarily mine), you know. Blue, grey, blue-grey, grey-blue and things of that sort. And everytime I happen to mention this at home, the only person who supports me is my father. (hi five!)
The only other person who shares my taste in colour (or so I like to believe), is my 3-year old neighbour. I think this, because everytime she sees someone wearing an unacceptable colour, she resolutely looks away from the offender and refuses to speak (I like to believe that the reason for this particular behaviour is the colour of the shirt, even though I have seen it happen only twice and both times, the offenders were not men).
I counted 17 pink shirts on my way to work today, 8 of which fell into the highly objectionable PINK category.
What is the world coming to??
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Why...
..do people seem in such a hurry in the mornings, that they dont hesitate to run over you in the haste?
.. do people ride bikes on the footpath (!!) and actually have the guts to honk at you and ask you to move out of the way?
..is that sentiment also called kindness-to-fellow-human-beings missing (I refer to people teating your feet like a doormat in a moderately crowded bus..) ?
..are we expected to sit in office the entire day, while certain others (Ahem!) are allowed to come and go as they please?
.. is writing such a task these days?
.. am I not able to read more than 3 pages at a time these days without dozing off?
.. does it feel like the last weekend was a couple of months ago?
.. does every person beyond the age of 40, remotely related to me (and otherwise), ask when I plan to get married?
Sigh!
.. do people ride bikes on the footpath (!!) and actually have the guts to honk at you and ask you to move out of the way?
..is that sentiment also called kindness-to-fellow-human-beings missing (I refer to people teating your feet like a doormat in a moderately crowded bus..) ?
..are we expected to sit in office the entire day, while certain others (Ahem!) are allowed to come and go as they please?
.. is writing such a task these days?
.. am I not able to read more than 3 pages at a time these days without dozing off?
.. does it feel like the last weekend was a couple of months ago?
.. does every person beyond the age of 40, remotely related to me (and otherwise), ask when I plan to get married?
Sigh!
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Rain..
It is raining. There is a pleasant breeze along with the rain which sprays the water gently on one's face. Everything looks clean and nice. I think it is a beautiful day. If I were poetic, I would have gone a step further and written of the trees swaying and the world seeming more cheerful. But then, I dont really fall into the vicinity of poetic, as described here; and hence I shall be my old prosaic self.
Anyway, the point being, that it is such a beautiful day, and I have been confined to a small (read miniscule) space with a machine, whose only advantage is that it lets me blog.
Tyranny, I think, is the word I should be employing.
There is this saying about all sorts making worlds. This morning I came in contact with, what I thought was a highly amusing one. I would have used 'most amusing', but then that category I reserve for my sister; and she is the only one of her sort around (thank Heavens!).
Coming back to the highly amusing one. I must note here, that at this particular point in time, it had only begun raining. More like a light drizzle, the skies were rumbling, though. The kind of drizzle which a lot of people tend to even ignore. On such a morning, one does expect to see a sparse crowd, owing to the imminent rain. But what one does not expect to see, is a regular acquaintance bundled up in several layers of clothing and a raincoat, carrying an umbrella which seems more like a stolen temple dome.
Clothes perhaps, do not make a man; but they do alter the appearance to a large extent. I was quite startled when this bundle of clothing came up to me and said "Hullo!". On expressing curiosity over the attire, she simply said, "Oh, that. Rain water is bad for my skin, you see." and she went on about how her beautician had asked her to stay away from rain water and about 10 other things that escape my memory right now. The best part being where the beautician had asked her to stay away from chemicals and 'enjoy natural beauty'.
What can I say? All sorts do make a world, after all. :)
Anyway, the point being, that it is such a beautiful day, and I have been confined to a small (read miniscule) space with a machine, whose only advantage is that it lets me blog.
Tyranny, I think, is the word I should be employing.
There is this saying about all sorts making worlds. This morning I came in contact with, what I thought was a highly amusing one. I would have used 'most amusing', but then that category I reserve for my sister; and she is the only one of her sort around (thank Heavens!).
Coming back to the highly amusing one. I must note here, that at this particular point in time, it had only begun raining. More like a light drizzle, the skies were rumbling, though. The kind of drizzle which a lot of people tend to even ignore. On such a morning, one does expect to see a sparse crowd, owing to the imminent rain. But what one does not expect to see, is a regular acquaintance bundled up in several layers of clothing and a raincoat, carrying an umbrella which seems more like a stolen temple dome.
Clothes perhaps, do not make a man; but they do alter the appearance to a large extent. I was quite startled when this bundle of clothing came up to me and said "Hullo!". On expressing curiosity over the attire, she simply said, "Oh, that. Rain water is bad for my skin, you see." and she went on about how her beautician had asked her to stay away from rain water and about 10 other things that escape my memory right now. The best part being where the beautician had asked her to stay away from chemicals and 'enjoy natural beauty'.
What can I say? All sorts do make a world, after all. :)
Friday, June 01, 2007
By Providence divine...
.. is how I am getting through the day.
Some days are just inexplicably irritating. One feels like throwing things just for the sake of it. Beyond this state of annoyance, is a state where the throwing of things is accompanied with the losing of temper and screaming at anyone in the vicinity. And then, is the state that I am currently in.
Well, I guess what triggered it all off was the elevator in my building. Normally, elevators are polite things. They arrive when you call, take you to the desired altitude and once the destination has arrived, they wait politely till you get off and bid farewell. Now, when it comes to the pre-historic contraption in my apartment, things are rather different. It answers your call, alright, takes you to the desired floor, and then... just when you are about to open the door and get out, it suddenly journeys back to the first floor. Apparently, this behaviour has been noticed frequently for some time now (like the watchman's wife described to me in about 30 minutes).
As a result of the 30 minute conversation, I had to chase after my bus before the driver caught sight of me and decided to wait.
After the usual 40 minute expedition, I get off to find the road so full of vehicles that some cycle-wallas were actually riding on the 4 inch wide strech of rubble that they call a footpath. And, I'd rather not write of how I actually managed to cross..
And then.. I discover that there is a mountainload of work waiting for me (ta! da!!).
Then, why, am I typing this post out when I should be working? You see, gentle reader, sometimes after so much hassle, the mind refuses to work. Mine just did. And it did not plain refuse. Putting the foot down, is the phrase that I am looking for.
But then, there is a silver lining... It is a Friday. Yay! :)
Some days are just inexplicably irritating. One feels like throwing things just for the sake of it. Beyond this state of annoyance, is a state where the throwing of things is accompanied with the losing of temper and screaming at anyone in the vicinity. And then, is the state that I am currently in.
Well, I guess what triggered it all off was the elevator in my building. Normally, elevators are polite things. They arrive when you call, take you to the desired altitude and once the destination has arrived, they wait politely till you get off and bid farewell. Now, when it comes to the pre-historic contraption in my apartment, things are rather different. It answers your call, alright, takes you to the desired floor, and then... just when you are about to open the door and get out, it suddenly journeys back to the first floor. Apparently, this behaviour has been noticed frequently for some time now (like the watchman's wife described to me in about 30 minutes).
As a result of the 30 minute conversation, I had to chase after my bus before the driver caught sight of me and decided to wait.
After the usual 40 minute expedition, I get off to find the road so full of vehicles that some cycle-wallas were actually riding on the 4 inch wide strech of rubble that they call a footpath. And, I'd rather not write of how I actually managed to cross..
And then.. I discover that there is a mountainload of work waiting for me (ta! da!!).
Then, why, am I typing this post out when I should be working? You see, gentle reader, sometimes after so much hassle, the mind refuses to work. Mine just did. And it did not plain refuse. Putting the foot down, is the phrase that I am looking for.
But then, there is a silver lining... It is a Friday. Yay! :)
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Dream..
I dreamt last night of Dumbledore training me, a colleague and a labrador, on scoring resumes. We were all dressed in robes and wizard/witch hats (including the dog)..
Too much training? Or is it too much of Harry Potter?
Too much training? Or is it too much of Harry Potter?
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
I am a tagged human..
Alright. So the investigation did turn out to be fruitful (Thank you Yasaswini, my friend!), and I finally have the time to fulfill my responsibilities as a tagged human.. :P
So, here goes..
1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it:
There is one on my chin (no Yasaswini, I am not copying the answers.. :P). Got it at the age of 5 when I ran into the hall with wet feet. Slippery floor + wet feet + running at top speed + strategically placed dressing table = crash!!! + scar on chin.
2. What is on the walls in your room?
A whole load of water leakage stains. My sister is trying to build a collage to hide it.
3. What does your phone look like.
A very battered little gadget. Been there, done that, you know..
4. What music do you listen to?
Old hindi film music, semi-classical instrumental music. Basically, anything that pleases the ear (Baje sargam...).
5. What is your current desktop picture?
Stormy Skies (National Geographic)
6. What do you want more than anything right now?
A two month long paid vacation.. (I am such a dreamer..)
7. Do you believe in gay marriage?
How does it matter??
8. What time were you born?
7:17 PM
9. Are your parents still together?
Yes. Very much. We just celebrated their 25th anniversary. They do squabble over the remote sometimes, though..
10. What are you listening to?
My computer making strange noises.
12. The last person to make you cry?
Erm.. I'd rather skip this.
13. What is your favourite perfume/cologne?
Nothing specific.
14. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex?
Black/Black
15. Do you like pain killers?
What sort of a question is that? How can anyone like pain killers??
16. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
Yes. (Furious blushing) :D
17. Fave pizza topping?
Tonnes of cheese.
18. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
Scrambled eggs.
19. Who was the last person you made mad?
I dont make people mad. I am a nice, simple girl (or so I like to believe). :P
20. Is anyone in love with you?
Sheesh.. I am blushing again. :P. Honestly, will people actually fill in names?
Done!
Now i need to figure out how to tag other people...
So, here goes..
1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it:
There is one on my chin (no Yasaswini, I am not copying the answers.. :P). Got it at the age of 5 when I ran into the hall with wet feet. Slippery floor + wet feet + running at top speed + strategically placed dressing table = crash!!! + scar on chin.
2. What is on the walls in your room?
A whole load of water leakage stains. My sister is trying to build a collage to hide it.
3. What does your phone look like.
A very battered little gadget. Been there, done that, you know..
4. What music do you listen to?
Old hindi film music, semi-classical instrumental music. Basically, anything that pleases the ear (Baje sargam...).
5. What is your current desktop picture?
Stormy Skies (National Geographic)
6. What do you want more than anything right now?
A two month long paid vacation.. (I am such a dreamer..)
7. Do you believe in gay marriage?
How does it matter??
8. What time were you born?
7:17 PM
9. Are your parents still together?
Yes. Very much. We just celebrated their 25th anniversary. They do squabble over the remote sometimes, though..
10. What are you listening to?
My computer making strange noises.
12. The last person to make you cry?
Erm.. I'd rather skip this.
13. What is your favourite perfume/cologne?
Nothing specific.
14. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex?
Black/Black
15. Do you like pain killers?
What sort of a question is that? How can anyone like pain killers??
16. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
Yes. (Furious blushing) :D
17. Fave pizza topping?
Tonnes of cheese.
18. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
Scrambled eggs.
19. Who was the last person you made mad?
I dont make people mad. I am a nice, simple girl (or so I like to believe). :P
20. Is anyone in love with you?
Sheesh.. I am blushing again. :P. Honestly, will people actually fill in names?
Done!
Now i need to figure out how to tag other people...
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
Umm..
It is supposed to be 'Summer Day' in my team. A fact that was sitting somewhere in the back of my mind, and seems to have been overpowered by more dominant thoughts like 'Get-out-of-bed', 'chase-bus', 'avoid-getting-killed-while-crossing-roads', and so on.
Well, that apart, the fact of the matter is that I forgot 'Summer day' and am dressed in my usual jeans and kurta. And I assume that I am going to be asked the reason for my attire by people. And those who are too disgusted to even ask for a reason will perhaps, just glare and walk by.
When the mail announcing 'Summer day' arrived, it told me to "be dressed in capris, shorts or skirts" and to "beat the heat". It also pleaded "No salwars please" (with about 5 exclamation marks following the 'please').
In a way, I think it is good that I forgot; for the following reasons:
1. I do not have any of the mentioned summer clothes that can be worn anywhere except at home; or at the most, to the garden for fiddling around with mud.
2. By no stretch of imagination (or the clothes themselves!) will I fit into any of my sister's 'summery' clothes.
3. Imagine me wearing any of those and travelling in the bus. The very thought has me in gales of laughter.
4. For all my supposed intelligence, I fail to understand, exactly what sort of heat am I supposed to be beating in an office which is centrally air-conditioned; and has me freezing half the time.
And since there is no better way to end this without bringing my weight into the discussion, this is where I shall stop.
Well, that apart, the fact of the matter is that I forgot 'Summer day' and am dressed in my usual jeans and kurta. And I assume that I am going to be asked the reason for my attire by people. And those who are too disgusted to even ask for a reason will perhaps, just glare and walk by.
When the mail announcing 'Summer day' arrived, it told me to "be dressed in capris, shorts or skirts" and to "beat the heat". It also pleaded "No salwars please" (with about 5 exclamation marks following the 'please').
In a way, I think it is good that I forgot; for the following reasons:
1. I do not have any of the mentioned summer clothes that can be worn anywhere except at home; or at the most, to the garden for fiddling around with mud.
2. By no stretch of imagination (or the clothes themselves!) will I fit into any of my sister's 'summery' clothes.
3. Imagine me wearing any of those and travelling in the bus. The very thought has me in gales of laughter.
4. For all my supposed intelligence, I fail to understand, exactly what sort of heat am I supposed to be beating in an office which is centrally air-conditioned; and has me freezing half the time.
And since there is no better way to end this without bringing my weight into the discussion, this is where I shall stop.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
We discovered that my colleague's keyboard has a new resident in the form of a small cockroach. Spent the past twenty minutes trying to persuade the insect to come out of its current place of residence. It just kept crawling all over the keyboard, and at one point when our efforts became slightly too violent; it went and hid in the hollow part of the 'Enter' key.
Tried almost everything (barring fumigation). Shook keyboard upside down; jabbed at the insect with pen; hit the 'Enter' key repeatedly.. to no avail.
My colleague is still jabbing away at her keyboard. Lets see who wins..
Cant seem to concentrate on work. Sigh!
Tried almost everything (barring fumigation). Shook keyboard upside down; jabbed at the insect with pen; hit the 'Enter' key repeatedly.. to no avail.
My colleague is still jabbing away at her keyboard. Lets see who wins..
Cant seem to concentrate on work. Sigh!
Monday, April 09, 2007
Sleepless night....
.....for no evident reason.
Last night, try as I might (no poetry intended), I just could not sleep. It is a very very rare and strange occurrence. I am usually quite a deep sleeper. Infact, my sister (until recently), claimed that "Any deeper, and you will probably hibernate!!". I assure you, that is an exaggeration. I do not sleep that deeply (I can still hear her chuckle in the background).
Well, as a result of the rare occurrence, I am now sitting at work without an inkling of what I am upto. I have not the faintest idea of what I am doing at work. It is a marvel, I actually crossed the road this morning without being hit.
Tried all known methods of banishing sleep. Drank as much coffee as I could manage without feeling like a coffee vending machine myself. Washed my face approximately 20 times in the past 7 hours. Listened to loud music till my ears started squirming in protest. Nothing works.. nothing at all. :(
Alright, I have been wanting to do this..
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!
Phew!
Will go and see if there is any tape around. Eyelids are threatening me again.
Zzz....
Last night, try as I might (no poetry intended), I just could not sleep. It is a very very rare and strange occurrence. I am usually quite a deep sleeper. Infact, my sister (until recently), claimed that "Any deeper, and you will probably hibernate!!". I assure you, that is an exaggeration. I do not sleep that deeply (I can still hear her chuckle in the background).
Well, as a result of the rare occurrence, I am now sitting at work without an inkling of what I am upto. I have not the faintest idea of what I am doing at work. It is a marvel, I actually crossed the road this morning without being hit.
Tried all known methods of banishing sleep. Drank as much coffee as I could manage without feeling like a coffee vending machine myself. Washed my face approximately 20 times in the past 7 hours. Listened to loud music till my ears started squirming in protest. Nothing works.. nothing at all. :(
Alright, I have been wanting to do this..
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!
Phew!
Will go and see if there is any tape around. Eyelids are threatening me again.
Zzz....
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Weekend is here... sooner this time!
I love it when weekends come in rather quick succession like this. This week had only 3 days!
Account of week by the day:
Monday: Yaaawn! Home - Bus stop - chase bus - cross road - reach office - work - yawn and strech in intervals - work some more - realise it is 7PM (Yikes!!) - bus stop - home - eat - sleep.
Tuesday: Pretty much the same as monday except that at 11 PM, I get a message telling me of an unexpected holiday tomorrow. Whoop with joy - scare sister out of her sleep - read a book - sleep.
Wednesday: Wake up - realise it is a holiday - whoop again (sleepily this time) - go back to bed - wake up - read - eat - read - sleep...
Thursday: Wake up with big sigh - tell self to be patient - follow routine as on monday - feel elated as work nears an end - Yay!!
It has been perhaps, one of the best weeks in the past year or so. Hope the weekend is as nice. :)
Account of week by the day:
Monday: Yaaawn! Home - Bus stop - chase bus - cross road - reach office - work - yawn and strech in intervals - work some more - realise it is 7PM (Yikes!!) - bus stop - home - eat - sleep.
Tuesday: Pretty much the same as monday except that at 11 PM, I get a message telling me of an unexpected holiday tomorrow. Whoop with joy - scare sister out of her sleep - read a book - sleep.
Wednesday: Wake up - realise it is a holiday - whoop again (sleepily this time) - go back to bed - wake up - read - eat - read - sleep...
Thursday: Wake up with big sigh - tell self to be patient - follow routine as on monday - feel elated as work nears an end - Yay!!
It has been perhaps, one of the best weeks in the past year or so. Hope the weekend is as nice. :)
Monday, April 02, 2007
Punctus Interrogativus..
I did it! I did it!!
I finished my new book. Eats, Shoots and Leaves (Lynne Truss). Quite an interesting read it turned out to be. I can now proudly gloat as I ask people, what the question mark was called early-on?? (Heh! Heh!) Punctus Interrogativus.
That term is not a figment of my imagination. It is quite true.
The book tells you quite a lot of interesting punctuation origins and other facts of interest like the 'o' in a name like John O' Gaunt, means 'Grandson of'. It also cites hilarious examples of mis-punctuated sentences that convey a meaning that was not intended in the least. It urges the reader to be armed with the punctuation- repair kit (correction ink, spare commas, stops, exclamation marks and the like), and put it to use the minute you see a sign like "Potato's for sale".
Well, I doubt if I will ever turn into a punctuation stickler and climb ladders to correct a stray apostrophe; but it does feel nice to read about little known things like the Punctus Interrogativus and the lady who hated all punctuation marks (Gertrude Stein).
And the fact that I finally finished a book in 2 days.. elation. Pure ecstasy.. :P
I finished my new book. Eats, Shoots and Leaves (Lynne Truss). Quite an interesting read it turned out to be. I can now proudly gloat as I ask people, what the question mark was called early-on?? (Heh! Heh!) Punctus Interrogativus.
That term is not a figment of my imagination. It is quite true.
The book tells you quite a lot of interesting punctuation origins and other facts of interest like the 'o' in a name like John O' Gaunt, means 'Grandson of'. It also cites hilarious examples of mis-punctuated sentences that convey a meaning that was not intended in the least. It urges the reader to be armed with the punctuation- repair kit (correction ink, spare commas, stops, exclamation marks and the like), and put it to use the minute you see a sign like "Potato's for sale".
Well, I doubt if I will ever turn into a punctuation stickler and climb ladders to correct a stray apostrophe; but it does feel nice to read about little known things like the Punctus Interrogativus and the lady who hated all punctuation marks (Gertrude Stein).
And the fact that I finally finished a book in 2 days.. elation. Pure ecstasy.. :P
Friday, March 30, 2007
Weekend is here....
Finally! It feels like the last one was roughly 3 weeks ago. As always, I have made grand plans of reading, writing, practising yoga and doing other intellectually stimulating work. And I know for a fact that as always, all I am going to end up doing is - sleeping.
Sigh! such is life. Man proposes, God disposes. Perhaps, in this case I must change it to Woman proposes, fatigue disposes!!
Bought a new book called 'Eats, shoots and leaves'. Hope I get around to finishing it, or even getting through half.
My sister is done with her exams and has three months (aaaarrrrrggggghhh!!) of vacation. And she is cribbing. She is actually, genuinely, unbelievably, unhappy.
The grass is of a very rich,pleasant, emerald-like green on the other side..
Sigh! such is life. Man proposes, God disposes. Perhaps, in this case I must change it to Woman proposes, fatigue disposes!!
Bought a new book called 'Eats, shoots and leaves'. Hope I get around to finishing it, or even getting through half.
My sister is done with her exams and has three months (aaaarrrrrggggghhh!!) of vacation. And she is cribbing. She is actually, genuinely, unbelievably, unhappy.
The grass is of a very rich,pleasant, emerald-like green on the other side..
Thursday, March 15, 2007
A pain in the...
Arm. A pain in the arm is what I meant.. :P. And that is also the reason for this very short post. The reason why I am even typing this post is.....
Ta! Daaaaaaaaaaa!
I am excessively bored today. Sigh!
I know that me being bored is not something new. What is new is a searing pain in my right arm. It is as though some invisible malicious person is pulling my hand and refusing to let go. Much as though he believes that the arm originally belongs to him and my lease on it has expired. As a result of the malice of this particular invisible person, I ahve been amking typos flet, rihht abd centre. :D
Quite annoying, but I guess I will have to bear with ti for a whilr.
Long weekend ahead. Yay!!
Ta! Daaaaaaaaaaa!
I am excessively bored today. Sigh!
I know that me being bored is not something new. What is new is a searing pain in my right arm. It is as though some invisible malicious person is pulling my hand and refusing to let go. Much as though he believes that the arm originally belongs to him and my lease on it has expired. As a result of the malice of this particular invisible person, I ahve been amking typos flet, rihht abd centre. :D
Quite annoying, but I guess I will have to bear with ti for a whilr.
Long weekend ahead. Yay!!