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.

Looks like they reached a compromise. I saw the tired cockroach slinking away from within the 'Enter' key when colleague went to drink water.

All is peaceful again..

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!

The previous evening:

Finished work comparatively early - Yay!!
Got wet in the rain.
Had pizza for dinner.
Was told of an imminent gold medal in the convocation ceremony.

A fine evening.. as fine as they make it.. :)

A teammate called me "Dude" in the morning. Is that not the masculine gender? I wonder what the feminine would be.. dudette, perhaps..

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....

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. :)

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