My office… is lively only because of my 2 soulmates.. Nitha and Pari….
Guys!! Lemmme introduce you… Pari has been my junior in my college… and we were together in the hostel too…. And Nitha… is… our office BPO.. my life in my office would have been… aaa… well.. let me not say the truth.. I don’t want my appraisal stopped….. my lifewould have been.. like.. not as much fun!!
This blog is dedicated to the 2 loves of my life.. nangu and paru….my life without them would have been dull and boring.. of course.. their introduction
Paru is… Paru.. she is indescribable… if any such world exists… therez no one like paru and dere wudnt be any EVER.. everybody who knows her can vouch for this… Paru can say anything .. to anyone…..and very innocentky.. and she can make the other person piss in their pants too… shez our cutie pie!! Paru has this distinguished ability to crack jokes which have no meaning and which are not funny! However.. afew month sdown the line, wen u hear the same joke.. guys!!!! U wud lyk your head off!!! Paru is the biggest nautanki ever..and Nitha always falls for it….
Yep.. cuming to Nitha.. Nitha is our mumma…. I mean.. my parents are far.. but nitha around…. Therez no tension…. She doesn’t let me drink.. smoke.. go out alone…(Viralz gt a partner) she guides me… she questions me.. .. she explains me… she tells me what 2 say to my boss coz I suk at words.. shez saved my ass a 1000 times… our stepmother has failed to break us apart.. and I know she always would fail!!! Nangu is my mirror…HOWEVER…. Nitha is our BPO.. she is excellent in planning.. I mean.. in past few months that I know about her..we have made thousands plans together out of which only 1 has worked till now!!!! IMAGINEZ .. only one… and we don’t give up… we still go on.. planning.. delhi.. goa… alibaug….kerela… plan karne mein kya jaata hai…..Alka sayz… she gets scared wen we 3 r together!! Hehehehe.. coz we are shaitaan ka pitaara wen together!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA………………………………
Paru and Nangu… I luv u both soososoosoososoos much!!!! MUAH.. I DECLARE MY LOVE IN PUBLIC!!!!!!!!!! :)
Thursday, March 18, 2010
............education...??!!??!!??!!??!!??!!
I have had almost 18 years of education.. and in the past 5 years of my education I have learnt that degrees are important only to get jobs.. and you ought to learn new things again in the .. the 1st year of job becomes like a course in itself….
My present course suks bigtime…. Barring a few subjects and professors, therez nothing in it.. absolutely nothing.. .. imagine a course, where there are no discussions, arguments…there are only dictats.. and you got to believe them or be on your way…… well… in a way there is nothing new in that. Our educational system is highly undemocratic I guess! And something unique especially about this course is that most of profs are frustrated here!?!?! And have this amazing talent of transferring their frustration to the kiddos!
But.. and there is a big but (one of profs pet dialogues).. I have made amazing frends here!! Extremely talented…brainy.. practical people who could have taught us much better than the profs! And when you have profs suking your blood.. your frends are always there to cheer u up!! Having food in the class.. or going late for exams.. and not meeting the deadlines ever!! And was it not fun!!
Well… I’ll end by saying that courses r lyk dese are gud for time pass, if you gt money.. or if you need a job. I mean.. we all surely are better than d ppl teaching dere!!!
Comments ppl??!!??!!??
My present course suks bigtime…. Barring a few subjects and professors, therez nothing in it.. absolutely nothing.. .. imagine a course, where there are no discussions, arguments…there are only dictats.. and you got to believe them or be on your way…… well… in a way there is nothing new in that. Our educational system is highly undemocratic I guess! And something unique especially about this course is that most of profs are frustrated here!?!?! And have this amazing talent of transferring their frustration to the kiddos!
But.. and there is a big but (one of profs pet dialogues).. I have made amazing frends here!! Extremely talented…brainy.. practical people who could have taught us much better than the profs! And when you have profs suking your blood.. your frends are always there to cheer u up!! Having food in the class.. or going late for exams.. and not meeting the deadlines ever!! And was it not fun!!
Well… I’ll end by saying that courses r lyk dese are gud for time pass, if you gt money.. or if you need a job. I mean.. we all surely are better than d ppl teaching dere!!!
Comments ppl??!!??!!??
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Younglings of the world unite.. you have nothing to lose but your chains
The ‘young’ generation faces a ‘crisis’ every generation! And if you are thinking its something to do with our parents, then your are bang on target… I am here to talk on attending BORING adults parties by us…
WHY!?! Generations after generations we are tortured into attending parties organized by our aunts and uncles. The fact that we all have parents, we all understand that we have to do this come what may. As kids, we attend mutely, and when we grow, we have a row and then attend. The fact remains; one cannot fight the ego of a parent. “oh but its not ego, we want you to be aware of how a party is organized, and to know new people, to know what your peers are into” is the usual response .But lo! We would be parents one day and we would be attending them anyway! Big deal! Now, do our parents take us to the dance parties? Or the ball dances? The answer is NO. What is supposed to be known and not supposed to be known is also monitored. (Whoever said we are a free country/world/universe).
Since I have been through the torture myself, and here I am sure I am voicing your opinion as well, universally, the topic of discussions is always the same. Beginning with the attire(with women) going on to the kiddos results, diets, TV as a nuisance(even though most parents use it as a way to buy some time off kids) going on to the blah blah blah…And the children are just there, because …. Well, because they are supposed to be there. I feel sometimes, there is this eternal desire to “show off “their kids... how smart my kid is in so and so subject, and what he replied to the "blah" I said...and Kid, if you don’t match… there is a lecture(long one) waiting 4 u at home.
What is the point of all this? Now if our parents feel that they are giving us the opportunity to see ‘new’ things, then we all know we can prove them wrong. If its about knowing what others are doing, then we don’t care. Heck, we don’t know what we are doing!! If its showing off, then common, that can be done orkut/ facebook! Hun!! So friends… I rest my case here. Younglings of the world unite.. you have nothing to lose but your chains.. and Moms and Dads of the world, take a chill pill and let your children be!
The ‘young’ generation faces a ‘crisis’ every generation! And if you are thinking its something to do with our parents, then your are bang on target… I am here to talk on attending BORING adults parties by us…
WHY!?! Generations after generations we are tortured into attending parties organized by our aunts and uncles. The fact that we all have parents, we all understand that we have to do this come what may. As kids, we attend mutely, and when we grow, we have a row and then attend. The fact remains; one cannot fight the ego of a parent. “oh but its not ego, we want you to be aware of how a party is organized, and to know new people, to know what your peers are into” is the usual response .But lo! We would be parents one day and we would be attending them anyway! Big deal! Now, do our parents take us to the dance parties? Or the ball dances? The answer is NO. What is supposed to be known and not supposed to be known is also monitored. (Whoever said we are a free country/world/universe).
Since I have been through the torture myself, and here I am sure I am voicing your opinion as well, universally, the topic of discussions is always the same. Beginning with the attire(with women) going on to the kiddos results, diets, TV as a nuisance(even though most parents use it as a way to buy some time off kids) going on to the blah blah blah…And the children are just there, because …. Well, because they are supposed to be there. I feel sometimes, there is this eternal desire to “show off “their kids... how smart my kid is in so and so subject, and what he replied to the "blah" I said...and Kid, if you don’t match… there is a lecture(long one) waiting 4 u at home.
What is the point of all this? Now if our parents feel that they are giving us the opportunity to see ‘new’ things, then we all know we can prove them wrong. If its about knowing what others are doing, then we don’t care. Heck, we don’t know what we are doing!! If its showing off, then common, that can be done orkut/ facebook! Hun!! So friends… I rest my case here. Younglings of the world unite.. you have nothing to lose but your chains.. and Moms and Dads of the world, take a chill pill and let your children be!
Monday, April 6, 2009
The Development Sector by Ross Coggins
The Development Sector by Ross Coggins
Excuse me, friends, I must catch my jet I`m off to join the Development Set;
My bags are packed, and I`ve had all my shots I have traveller`s checks and pills for the trots!
The Development Set is bright and noble
Our thoughts are deep and our vision global;
Although we move with the better classes
Our thoughts are always with the masses.
In Sheraton Hotels in scattered nations
We damn multi-national corporations;
injustice seems easy to protest In such seething hotbeds of social rest.
We discuss malnutrition over steaks
And plan hunger talks during coffee breaks. Whether Asian floods or African drought,
We face each issue with open mouth.
We bring in consultants whose circumlocution
Raises difficulties for every solution -- T
hus guaranteeing continued good eating
By showing the need for another meeting.
The language of the Development Set Stretches the English alphabet;
We use swell words like epigenetic Micro, macro, and logarithmetic
It pleasures us to be esoteric --
It`s so intellectually atmospheric!
And although establishments may be unmoved,
Our vocabularies are much improved.
When the talk gets deep and you`re feeling numb,
You can keep your shame to a minimum: T
o show that you, too, are intelligent Smugly ask, Is it really development?
Or say, That`s fine in practice, but don`t you see:
It doesn`t work out in theory! A few may find this incomprehensible,
But most will admire you as deep and sensible.
Development set homes are extremely chic,
Full of carvings, curios, and draped with batik.
Eye-level photographs subtly assure
That your host is at home with the great and the poor.
Enough of these verses - on with the mission! O
ur task is as broad as the human condition! Just pray god the biblical promise is true:
The poor ye shall always have with you
Excuse me, friends, I must catch my jet I`m off to join the Development Set;
My bags are packed, and I`ve had all my shots I have traveller`s checks and pills for the trots!
The Development Set is bright and noble
Our thoughts are deep and our vision global;
Although we move with the better classes
Our thoughts are always with the masses.
In Sheraton Hotels in scattered nations
We damn multi-national corporations;
injustice seems easy to protest In such seething hotbeds of social rest.
We discuss malnutrition over steaks
And plan hunger talks during coffee breaks. Whether Asian floods or African drought,
We face each issue with open mouth.
We bring in consultants whose circumlocution
Raises difficulties for every solution -- T
hus guaranteeing continued good eating
By showing the need for another meeting.
The language of the Development Set Stretches the English alphabet;
We use swell words like epigenetic Micro, macro, and logarithmetic
It pleasures us to be esoteric --
It`s so intellectually atmospheric!
And although establishments may be unmoved,
Our vocabularies are much improved.
When the talk gets deep and you`re feeling numb,
You can keep your shame to a minimum: T
o show that you, too, are intelligent Smugly ask, Is it really development?
Or say, That`s fine in practice, but don`t you see:
It doesn`t work out in theory! A few may find this incomprehensible,
But most will admire you as deep and sensible.
Development set homes are extremely chic,
Full of carvings, curios, and draped with batik.
Eye-level photographs subtly assure
That your host is at home with the great and the poor.
Enough of these verses - on with the mission! O
ur task is as broad as the human condition! Just pray god the biblical promise is true:
The poor ye shall always have with you
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
sonia'z travelz
Traveling late in the night is unsafe for women.. be it be mumbai or delhi or chennai… if you want to be safe, be home “on time”.. …………..
The definition of “on time” depends from person 2 person.. For my mom its 7.00p.m., for my hostel warden it was 8.00p.m. for my rommies, its 10, and for myself also, its 10.. …I avoid traveling unaccompanied after 10.00… in fact I don’t…….
Yesterday however was different.. circumstances forced me to travel very late in the night….even though I was wid Anilu (aniluz a frend frm MSW)………..it was shit scary……. it may sound idiotic, but each and every guy seemed like an asshole at that time….and I felt “wrong” traveling so late….. I kept telling myself that I wont repeat this.. ……… but you know how humans are…. ….at the time of travel…... the “scarynes” kinda wore off. …..
I started “seeing” the night… ………………like ..feeling it……
It was beautiful….. beyond compare….. the stars were so bright….ive never seen so many in Mumbai…. I could make out the Orion… and the “feeling “ was so serene…. It felt so pure…… the atmosphere.. …the night sky was beautiful… and the breeze was cool….soothing.. ..it felt as if im the only one truly alive.. breathing.. feeling those moments….. it was an incomparable day…. Well, night
There was a movement by the women activists in late 1970s called “Take Back The Night” in the US. Even though the march was to bring forth the violence which women undergo in the night in public, the purpose was to talk about the violence which women face in the public sphere.
Is it not extremely relevant even today? Most women do face violence in the public sphere, especially in the night. It is almost like taking away the freedom of the person. And I also feel that “feeling scared” is also violence. I mean creation of that feeling in a woman is a kind of violence perpetrated by the society… ....
Some may argue that freedom is in the “mind” types.. .. … then why to blame “someone else” if ur a coward urself ….. however, being afraid is also because of reason….. why would the mind be afraid, if there is no reason to it… ..it is because of something…
Some may also say.. and freedom does not necessarily mean “traveling”…………that I could see the moon from my window too!!! But for me, traveling is one of the most important forms of freedom.. traveling at anytime without fear… traveling in the middle of the night just to see the moon… to run and feel the breeze.. .. and see the sun rise…… and to just sit and stare at the sea……………
Whatever said and done… I felt great yesterday .... .. I forgot my fear and I was “free”….. I wish I cud roam arnd lyk dis sometimes… alone……..without being judged…. nd without being scared…. Well, I guess im gonna do that very soon…..how abt learning karate!!!!!!!!
The definition of “on time” depends from person 2 person.. For my mom its 7.00p.m., for my hostel warden it was 8.00p.m. for my rommies, its 10, and for myself also, its 10.. …I avoid traveling unaccompanied after 10.00… in fact I don’t…….
Yesterday however was different.. circumstances forced me to travel very late in the night….even though I was wid Anilu (aniluz a frend frm MSW)………..it was shit scary……. it may sound idiotic, but each and every guy seemed like an asshole at that time….and I felt “wrong” traveling so late….. I kept telling myself that I wont repeat this.. ……… but you know how humans are…. ….at the time of travel…... the “scarynes” kinda wore off. …..
I started “seeing” the night… ………………like ..feeling it……
It was beautiful….. beyond compare….. the stars were so bright….ive never seen so many in Mumbai…. I could make out the Orion… and the “feeling “ was so serene…. It felt so pure…… the atmosphere.. …the night sky was beautiful… and the breeze was cool….soothing.. ..it felt as if im the only one truly alive.. breathing.. feeling those moments….. it was an incomparable day…. Well, night
There was a movement by the women activists in late 1970s called “Take Back The Night” in the US. Even though the march was to bring forth the violence which women undergo in the night in public, the purpose was to talk about the violence which women face in the public sphere.
Is it not extremely relevant even today? Most women do face violence in the public sphere, especially in the night. It is almost like taking away the freedom of the person. And I also feel that “feeling scared” is also violence. I mean creation of that feeling in a woman is a kind of violence perpetrated by the society… ....
Some may argue that freedom is in the “mind” types.. .. … then why to blame “someone else” if ur a coward urself ….. however, being afraid is also because of reason….. why would the mind be afraid, if there is no reason to it… ..it is because of something…
Some may also say.. and freedom does not necessarily mean “traveling”…………that I could see the moon from my window too!!! But for me, traveling is one of the most important forms of freedom.. traveling at anytime without fear… traveling in the middle of the night just to see the moon… to run and feel the breeze.. .. and see the sun rise…… and to just sit and stare at the sea……………
Whatever said and done… I felt great yesterday .... .. I forgot my fear and I was “free”….. I wish I cud roam arnd lyk dis sometimes… alone……..without being judged…. nd without being scared…. Well, I guess im gonna do that very soon…..how abt learning karate!!!!!!!!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
humanzz
Was on my way to the bus stop ..almost rushing.. I thght I wud get late….I hate being late..
And suddenly…. I see about 10-15 police men, a minutes walk away from my house.. there was dust.. and it was impossible to figure out wt was happening… And curiosity would just nt lemme go anywhere near my bus stop, so I asked this fellow abt it.. and precisely at tat moment I saw tat they were demolishing the garages near my house.. .it was so…weird.. they have always been dere…. I’d crossed that place yesterday, wen I was cumin bak frm shopping.. .. and….within 10 hours that place had changed completely.. .. its just dust….
And I could not do anything about it…. I saw another van full of police men.. .. may be they anticipated trouble.. I just wondered how quickly these guyz came.. nd wen we had dose riots in mumabi.. dey were not.. I called Monika to tel her about it.. so that shez prepared…
I was scared… and I was feeling “bad” ….I felt that its so difficult and scary to challenge state power.. i no im just trying 2 save myself frm dis, but really.. wat wud I do in fron of dose 20 policemen.. and not only I .. dere were so many ppl standing dere.. and d ppl whose garages were being broken.. all of.us.just standing dere nd loking.. I just didn’t have d gutts 2 go dere.. apart frm “feeling bad” I didn’t do anything.. and I didn’t have d gutts 2 do so.. ..
Wen I boarded d bus.. I was thinking of wat dey wud do now.. now tat all livelihood options are gonna go down d drain.. my thghts den shifted to d ipod in my bag..tat may be I shld listen to music so tat I feel a little better.. I started listening 2 songs.. nd by d time I reached office… I was thinking of “2 do list” … I completely forgot abt it.. eeverything was gone..wiped out… and this incident came back to me wen I was abt 2 leave.. I dunno how..
I wonder if its abnormal to feel sumthin, nt foget abt it, nd nt do anything abt tat feeling.. I wonder if derez anything lyk a “true” or “false” feeling…. Its so crazy.. Everything.. ..
Sorry 4 d depressing entry guyz.. bt wud lyk ur comments
And suddenly…. I see about 10-15 police men, a minutes walk away from my house.. there was dust.. and it was impossible to figure out wt was happening… And curiosity would just nt lemme go anywhere near my bus stop, so I asked this fellow abt it.. and precisely at tat moment I saw tat they were demolishing the garages near my house.. .it was so…weird.. they have always been dere…. I’d crossed that place yesterday, wen I was cumin bak frm shopping.. .. and….within 10 hours that place had changed completely.. .. its just dust….
And I could not do anything about it…. I saw another van full of police men.. .. may be they anticipated trouble.. I just wondered how quickly these guyz came.. nd wen we had dose riots in mumabi.. dey were not.. I called Monika to tel her about it.. so that shez prepared…
I was scared… and I was feeling “bad” ….I felt that its so difficult and scary to challenge state power.. i no im just trying 2 save myself frm dis, but really.. wat wud I do in fron of dose 20 policemen.. and not only I .. dere were so many ppl standing dere.. and d ppl whose garages were being broken.. all of.us.just standing dere nd loking.. I just didn’t have d gutts 2 go dere.. apart frm “feeling bad” I didn’t do anything.. and I didn’t have d gutts 2 do so.. ..
Wen I boarded d bus.. I was thinking of wat dey wud do now.. now tat all livelihood options are gonna go down d drain.. my thghts den shifted to d ipod in my bag..tat may be I shld listen to music so tat I feel a little better.. I started listening 2 songs.. nd by d time I reached office… I was thinking of “2 do list” … I completely forgot abt it.. eeverything was gone..wiped out… and this incident came back to me wen I was abt 2 leave.. I dunno how..
I wonder if its abnormal to feel sumthin, nt foget abt it, nd nt do anything abt tat feeling.. I wonder if derez anything lyk a “true” or “false” feeling…. Its so crazy.. Everything.. ..
Sorry 4 d depressing entry guyz.. bt wud lyk ur comments
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Mission ‘tori’ making.. …
Get up late in the morning.. open the fridge.. and ………………………. we have tori to cook.. Shweta our banker does not know how to make it….. Monika our tea maker is too sleepy to comprehend what we are saying.. ..and im too sleepy to recollect the receipe
so I rush to the savior.. my mom.. tring tring……
Shez an angel.. she tell me d recipe…
Monika joins us.. the vegetable is cut.. onions.. green chilies..
and the dishes are cleaned….
And………………………………………………………………………………..
I again forget what my mom had told me.. L I really was sleepy.. so I call again…
She tellz me im crazy bt she tellz me d thing anyway… i luv her… I can never be so patient with anyone….really.…
So we are all brushing. N making the bhaji and rotis and then parathaz and then tea.. and then.. we all ready.. ready to leave.. I leave with The Banker.. but I don’t board the bus.. now it may sound weird.. but I just didn’t feel lyk walking at tat particular moment.. I missed a bus like that.. then finally boarded the other one J ….reached office.. on time
I enjoy reaching office a little early.. to feel “the quite”.. it so peaceful..n calm.. and then gradually everybody pours in ……….. good morningz.. n how r u.. n… its goes on nd on……..on.. nd on…
I bug my colleagues with the alien story (novel) that I read. …I tell them “The tales of Beedle the Bard” would be releasing tomoroow.. ..and of course.. they think Ive lost it J ….
That’s the way life is….. my life.. TILL NOW.. I get up..n cook n.. come to office.. go back home.. and read….. talk to friends.. time just flies.. yea.. so to change this dull routine.. ive thght of buying ludo and carom! I was crazy for both these games wen I w s a kiddo.. I hope I get the gamez.. I hope they r not expensive!!!
Hey.. and who can tell me what “tori” is in English.. I found out ‘snake gourd’ and ‘ridge gourd’……….. the confusion persists.. googlez of no help! Comments???????????????
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