tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56785554920731950522024-03-20T01:19:28.804-07:00Thought so!!Sometimes you have to pretend to be a person you're not,sometimes you should remember the way you were and sometimes think about the person you wanted to be.But what are you right now???Baffled!Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-2046038690928890412017-08-30T19:32:00.004-07:002017-08-30T19:32:55.879-07:00Arjun Reddy -The narcissistic asshole<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Arjun Reddy shooting for another of his movies at the age of
44, older the better. With his looks, tall, broad shoulders and dimply smile he
holds the bat to hit an out of the boundary and score the last score to make
his team win. He smiles at the British lady and the British lady rapes him with
her eyes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s a wrap up, Woman Assistant director, runs around
assisting, taking notes from the famous director Rajassmougly and has her hair
roughly tied up like a bun with nerdy glasses and taking notes and attentively
listening and meticulously pinning down everything heard and seen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Alias Arjun Reddy, sits down on his chair resting his feet
after the hectic shoot and brushes off his<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>beard with his hand and inattentively tries to make an eye contact with
the Assistant director who is devotedly trying to bullet her points.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Alias Arjun Reddy asks for fruit juice and spills out half
his drink and mixes the other half with a bourbon and shakes his drink
obediently and still looking at the assistant director takes a sip with a smile
on one cheek and dimple on the side gives way to what you call the sarcasm
look. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He rewinds, Alias Arjun Reddy married at the age of 30, his
anger paves way to a divorce with his long time lip locked girlfriend, so
technically now he is single. So yes, he doesn’t give a fuck and stares at the
assistant director now with deeper strong gaze making the Assistant director to
look up and smile at him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He takes
another sip and he’s done for the day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s the end of the movie shoot, time for celebration. Now
the assistant director lets her long wavy hair down and dresses up pretty, no
nerdy glasses and little to no make-up and a pretty sari, wait not a sari , she
got to be bold here, so a little mini skirt and a sleeveless printed ,gaze
through top.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s party time in the middle of a rich desert, say Dubai,
with lots of hot chicks and hot boys, except Arjun Reddy’s eyes still locked
down on the Assistant director. He has beard, he does drugs cause of divorce
and he’s still have issues with anger management and they both get talking. She
discussing her work, and he talking about how well he acts with high head and
an assertive attitude. The assistant director a year older than he is, a
married lady who came out to achieve her dreams by working hard and becoming an
assistant director after pursuing her Masters and travels to Mumbai to work with
famous directors. Finally successful at the age of 45. A smart, intelligent,
independent woman who knows to talk. Her work has taught her. Both share the
same interest on the Tollywood industry. They hit it off.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This guy, who otherwise lives with his drinking problem,
drug problem, anger issues still hits off with a smart woman. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He still has the same bearded look with wavy
hair on his face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am already picturing myself in another Lagaan like sets,
and me being the assistant director to one of the movies of a famous director 15
years from now. I am heading to Mumbai. Well every girl who has seen that movie , would have been picturing the same. I come in with no surprise .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ok, now back to reality. Times of India rating 2.5/5 when
they watched the premier, a week from then, it changed the rating to 4 stars.
Well that’s the effect it had on people and that’s the effect he is <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>having on all the girls out there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Comes as a whole package with his hot looks and got his best
acting skills out. Not to forget to talk about the girl, a simple Jabalpur
Heroine, not too glamorous and not with too many dialogs, but still takes over
the screen with her acting. More for youngsters, and also for old people who
can reminiscence and feel nostalgic about their past. So basically it is for everyone.
The swearing in the trailer made me go watch the movie. Strong, bold and has the
effect. If you are not the kinds who is not too cool in listening out a few
beeps in the movie, I definitely recommend you to go and watch. You have missed
out a whole lot in life then and get a reality check. That’s how normal people
are and coming to the liplock scenes, dude get a life!</span></div>
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Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-15392221272443683512014-08-17T12:47:00.001-07:002014-08-17T12:53:45.480-07:00His game called Life, I was there too.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We used to exchange pens, I remember<br />
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I remember the Hero Pen, the Brown bottom and the top crown gold<br />
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You used to get me chocolates, I remember, </div>
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Dairy Milk, the Rupee 5 one </div>
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You used to call me everyday</div>
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When the clock struck 8, it was me at the other end</div>
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101 Reasons why you are my best friend card you gave me</div>
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I actually read the 101 Reasons.</div>
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Da vinci code, I loved the book I said</div>
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A week after my Birthday , the day you met me, </div>
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Robert Langdon I read on the cover</div>
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It was 3 years after I met you, </div>
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The Rakhi, you let me tie,</div>
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The bond we had from day one</div>
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Just turned much stronger</div>
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It was just another reason for you to shower me with chocolates</div>
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This time it was Kit-Kats along with Dairy Milk</div>
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You knew it had changed</div>
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I still store the bundle of pens and the cards </div>
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All we exchanged, from a pencil to our MP3 players</div>
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The song of Everybody from Backstreet boys</div>
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I danced with two left feet</div>
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While you grooved well to the beats<br />
And the whole school applauded</div>
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You were there to listen to me </div>
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All the cries and all the fun I shared</div>
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I remember you made me win the game of Housie</div>
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In your Birthday Party</div>
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The Gol gappa and the drink of Mint<br />
I still remember</div>
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I was proud of you, when you took over Casablanca</div>
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I thought wow, he's gonna make it high </div>
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Not think, I knew</div>
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We spoke about your plans</div>
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You joked about marrying me</div>
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Where are you now?!</div>
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14 years! 14 long years! </div>
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All the way through, the ups and downs, </div>
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the fights and fun, our hangout places</div>
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Whom do I talk about it with now</div>
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Just a little thought should have crossed your mind</div>
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Just a little</div>
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I didn't realize when you became so distant</div>
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A stranger like</div>
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I wish I knew what you had gotten into </div>
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Earlier</div>
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I would have tried</div>
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I would have tried</div>
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I would have stopped</div>
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I know I would have</div>
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Now all I can do is look back and say , you were there</div>
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Once there</div>
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And now you are gone</div>
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All gone</div>
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All gone to ashes</div>
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Am I angry, Am I sad..All I know is, I've become numb</div>
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Numb to everything.</div>
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This is in remembrance to my all time best friend, brother, everything he was to me, he is and he will be to me . 14 years , 14 long years it is. He's not gone. H'es never gone. </div>
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Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-7430880556593283662014-03-17T08:42:00.000-07:002014-03-17T13:14:30.629-07:00A Blue and Grey Monday!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So the alarm goes off at 6:30 am on Monday morning, I wake up to the morning sun, facing the window, ignore the cloudy days and the daylight saving which takes its time to kick in .I so wish I could just cuddle up under my blanket and shut that window and go back to sleep. But yeah I am getting paid to wake up , get decked up in formals, put up a fake smile and give in an enthusiastic,' I love to be here with you , this day today', kind of a look and visit my manager who is so eager to meet me and inculcate my mind of thoughts towards his inclination towards work, tools and reports.<br />
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But I rather ,on the contrary decide to stay in bed, call in sick and say I will be working from home, but if at all anyone feels the need and desperateness towards me and goes kind of 'I can't work without you! I so miss you at work, how the hell am I supposed to get through this without you', you could probably call me at DON-YOU-DARE.<br />
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Well the awesomeness of working at home, you don't have to wake up at 6:30 , you get 2 more hours of extended sleep which adds to your beauty sleep which you expected on getting, don't have to pack your food or stuff yourself up with a burnt toast and a half done scrambled egg and run around trying to find your laptop bag, your shoe which you seemed to have had stacked neatly on the shoe rack the previous day, but apparently the evil shoe tries to play around with you and is probably having a malicious idea of its own. Umph!Once you get through all this hassles. you reach office, trying to find a cheap parking spot in the uptown and to add on to my hassles I decide to wear 3 inch heels to look taller than my manager and give him the look of I'm gonna dominate you and hit you right in the center of your bald head and make you go down if you ask me to do something out of the blue kinds. And I run around with those heels which is making my feet twist and turn, it adds to the new dance steps I could be working on, this way I could make my feet more flexible, if I could give a more optimistic explanation towards it.<br />
So once you enter the office on a Monday, fake smiles, fake hi's, fake: I love your shoes, fake: Ahwe!! your scarf, fake: OMG,Omg! that dress, where did you get that from. Well yeah I got blended into being the Fake-star too. But even if its fake, you just feel good about it or May be the slightest chances are, it's not Fake. Just a teeny weeny probability I would say.<br />
You are trying to concentrate on writing your codes, pulling up your reports, documenting everything, well your trying and he the one the savior pings you and asks<br />
' hey you wanna catch up for coffee'<br />
Me: No<br />
' hey you wanna try the new latte ,star bucks has come up with'<br />
Me: No<br />
' Hey there is this new pizza shop! Do you wanna swell up and become fat over the extra layer of free cheese they are offering with every 50$ purchase?<br />
Me: No<br />
' hey do you want to bitch about that slutty girl next cubicle?'<br />
Me: No<br />
' Hey this hot guy from offshore is joining us, wanna come?<br />
Me: Yes<br />
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Well there it goes your well planned day, down the drain, into the earth and comes out of space.And the moment you decide to catch up on where you had started last, there you go again,attend calls, meetings where everything goes overhead and you just sit there trying to take a nap with your phone sticking to your ears for hours and wake up when your name spills out in the call and they call your name like 10 times and the 11th time you wake up trying to gather your thoughts and say oops I apologize I was on mute. Glad whoever invented the mute button! And Now its time to go homeee! woopie doopie doo!I'll take this over tomorrow! My monday is done! Woo hoo! Do the Ooh- la - la dance and get your ass off the seat and run to your car with your 3 inch heels! Now you don't feel the pain of the twists in your feet ! Do you!<br />
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Ahem! Now its a Monday and I open my eyes to the cloudy day and switch off my alarm and cuddle myself in the blanket and wrap my arms around my pillow and continue my 2 hours of extended beauty sleep.<br />
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Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-63999160106827659422013-06-19T08:14:00.001-07:002013-06-19T12:27:54.085-07:00Science and Spirituality : Comes with a big question of Believing the Beliefs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span lang="EN" style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Well I don’t know! I’m not too much into defining either of them. But I decided to write. Write what I feel and what I know. I don’t know how I can relate to either of it. I’m really not too sure.<br />I’m not feeling too pleasant right now. I wonder why. I don’t have a reason or a negative situation which initiated my unpleasantness. I’m not the only one who feels so. Everyone does. Trying to figure out a reason... well I can’t really do that much research into it and say as to why this happens. I’m just in the same shoes as you are in. But I can tell you I could figure out a way! And the way is you can’t and you can help it. <br />When I said you can’t, I was not trying to impart my pessimistic view on you. I tried. I tried helping myself. I tried to figure out what really is bothering me so much, may be because I was little down to being home sick. Part of it was, but definitely not the real reason! I STILL DONT KNOW!<br /> When I said I can, here is what I meant. I Google’d. How to be happy!, and pressed enter. I mean really?? Well yes yes yes....really! Pinky Promise I did that. How lame does the idea of Googling for happiness sound? Even my level of being happy can be contributed towards Googly Woogly! OH wow! That’s how technically independent we are (Consider the sarcasm beside). </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<u1:p></u1:p><span lang="EN" style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">So now the question really arises. When do we actually start believing in God? That’s a common question by you, by me, by all of us. But yeah, when do we actually start to believe.</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<u1:p></u1:p><span lang="EN" style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">When I have a crisis, I go to temples, I pray, so that everything will be solved. I wish it happened right away as soon as I made an effort to go to the temple and pray. I pray I’ll donate money towards the poor, I’ll feed the needy, I’ll offer 100 coconuts , I’ll recite the shloka a 1000 times a day and on and on and on. It sounds more like Barter system to me.</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<u1:p></u1:p><span lang="EN" style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">You ask a little experienced scholar, he says , those who are not yet advanced enough in their spirituality, go to the temples, where as people who are spiritual enough have their mind set to what they want, pray and preach everywhere they are and leave aside the temples. When you hit the rocks in your routine life where everything was just about to be perfect, that’s when you turn towards spirituality. Even though the scientists have the science to explain energy, we believe it’s the unknown source which is causing it. <br /><br />Well yeah yeah. I did attend a ‘Krishna Conscious’ preaching class, hence wondering if the above lines sound a little over spiritualistic?? I’m definitely not falling into that league, but yeah I have been talking to a person who believes in the supreme entity, he always have interesting things to talk, a more like one against one, a person who believes and preaches and me being more against such beliefs. I’ll see where these conversations I have with him lead to and see what I can bring to you’ll!</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<u1:p></u1:p><span lang="EN" style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">What I heard is what you’ll get! Hoooo... re reading the above lines, I mean really! Me talking it!? Wow!</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-28716455775024441022013-04-21T13:57:00.003-07:002013-04-25T07:10:55.059-07:00Flatter Flatter *wink wink*<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/kumaran.sekar.5"><br />
Kumaran Sekar</a></span></i></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>Heya.Cumin
to blore fa a vacation next week.<span style="color: #333333;">Can u
accompany me fa sat parties<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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Heyeah...so cool! Sorry I stay in Bangalore and not 'blore'</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">And
dude by the way does using 'Cumin, instead of coming' sound cool to you?
Wow you're just too cool. Do you party only on Saturdays? :(:( Why
not Fridays too? I would have 'Cumined' with you then also.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/kalyan.sandeep"><i>Kalyan
Sandeep</i></a></span></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>Hey
Reddy, How you been? You are from HYD kada..Shilpa's friend? I moved
to Charlotte recently, working in IT. looks like you are having
fun..keep me posted<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/kalyan.sandeep">Kalyan Sandeep</a></span></i></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>Hey
Reshma, sorry i think i got a wrong person..You look my old friend's friend so
MSGed you but i talk to her and realized it, Sorry and please dont take me
wrong you really look like her..Sorry again TC<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">--- I
mean seriously? This is like the oldest of rabbit in the hat trick. Shilpa's
friend? Yeah I am Pallavi's friend too. Better luck next time and brush up your
age old generation tricks!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002386547416">Raj
Kalapatapu</a></span></i></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>Hi. How
are you doing?<o:p></o:p><u1:p></u1:p></i></div>
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<i>I’m
born and raised in america. Studyin medicine in south India, I love hip hop and
basketball. How about you?<o:p></o:p><u1:p></u1:p></i></div>
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<i>Could
u send me a friend request? Thanks. Ttyl bye : )<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">--- I
am absolutely doing great Kalapatapu. So you have been raised in America?
Wow..'Americaaaa'. So you are from America and I will get talking to you? Nice
try!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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And of course I will add you as my friend! You are from 'Amerigaa'!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<strong style="color: #333333; display: inline !important; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1; margin: 1px 0px 4px;"><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=1083277066&extragetparams=%7B%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/ravi.reddy.54" style="cursor: pointer;"><span style="color: #3b5998;">Ravi Reddy</span></a></span></i></strong><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>hey
hai..r u in Us or blore? just updte me need to talk... did u changed u r number
or the same one?<o:p></o:p></i><u1:p></u1:p></div>
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Yeah Reddy! It's the same number! will be looking forward for your call!Talk to
you soooon! XoXo<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/rakesh.verma.528">Rakesh Verma</a></span></i></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>hiii....friend.......gud
aftrnoon......how r u ..?hey ...can i send u reqst.....will u add me ???<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">---hiiii
friend. I sure will add you. Why not. It's free of cost!Are you 'facebook-edly'
challenged?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>beautiful
pic girl.....hi dis is Mark from LA. Just happened to c your profile n felt u
were dam beautiful. Thot if v could chat. Where you from<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>hey
can i knw u <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Ofcourse you can! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">Chauhan
girl 27/5'2" convented b'ful working in top MNC Lko. Father Cl-I officer.
High status family. E-mail: xxxxx@sify.com …………. Box No.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Courtesy Times of India! Get to know her!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/mohanrajathi">Mohan Raj M S</a></span></i></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>Hi,
this is mohan,i like to be ur frnd. Shall we???<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>hai
dear,,, love to be you friend,,,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">--hai
hai! **put in the accent **<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>Hi ,<br />
I just came across ur profile and thought of pinging you ..<br />
I am Sandy working in Bangalore as a techie ..<br />
I am basically from Mumbai ... You got nice name and looks as well ...
Can we be friends ? My number is 9886995424 ... feel free to buzz me ...</i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333;">-- bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz and sting!</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">Well,
Yes I din't know facebook had a seperate filter for all such messages. I just
happened to see it recently and it was fun reading the messages. Wooo.... I
mean all the tries and the Shall we questions. The tricks and the treats. Jeez.
And is this how you get to know people?? Cool! I should attempt those on a few
hot guys too and see if anyone falls for it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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anyone reading this and your names are up there. I know nothing!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-41209902403003739032013-02-21T10:56:00.001-08:002013-02-21T10:59:34.252-08:00 Magnet:Iron:: Attention: We= Fame Hoggers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white;">It's Correlated! When you are in love,it's all the attention that you get which makes you fall in love again and all over again. Love without attention? Naah. That never exists. Some people crave for it some people live with it and for some it just so comes naturally.</span><br />
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Well craving for attention is nothing wrong. But trying really hard for it? You'll get all the wrong attention which you definitely didn't want! Now that's the thing you don't want to get into.</div>
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Here are some brush throws; you can consider it to be a tip or a forewarning! Suit yourself.<br />
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1. Facebook - Get Face booked! Sneak into your enemy's profile, how many likes has she/he got. That itch, she has more likes than you? Damn!DP change. Get a professional photographer and get it clicked naturally or hang out with sexy girls who just wear sexy clothes and get a picture clicked in a club or make the background look like the most happening party of the Hollywood/Bollywood industry.<br />
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Well for people who know me, skip point number 2 and get to 3.<br />
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2. As a president of the country, I will always keep the banner flying high. I will crawl up the Himalaya , take an helicopter to the moon and plant the flag there, just like Neil Armstrong did on the moon. Vote for me.Stand for elections,give the most smartest speech with one liners as above .Become popular.<br />
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When you get a call from your so called lame friends,<br />
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3. Hey Was-sup Where are you? Ain't you joining us to the board game of '<b>Prince charming saving the princess'</b> tonight?<br />
Your Reply: Ohwee (puppy face expression), I'm so sorry. But I have a dinner date with Paris Hilton and her cute and adorable puppy . So I won't be able to make it tonight,but I so wish I could make it.(Just say it....take it slow and easy). For girls, you can go ahead with Geroge Clooney or Wentworth M<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.015625px;"><b>iller. </b></span></span><br />
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4. No! I don't want any pictures taken! This line, you say when you write a big fat cheque to the Charity for saving piglets and calves from being eaten up by the Red Indians. Just say it. But have your fans take the pictures of you and leak it out to the journalists who have nothing constructive to do. You could give them a story and save them their jobs.So indirectly you contribute to the social welfare of the society which is a good thing.<br />
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These are the only things I could come up with , and my lunch awaits! Any more, I'll definitely update you guys!Now follow these and be on it while I do some more creative exploration and deep case studies of such people and grab a few tips myself!</div>
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Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-82478879917985844572013-02-14T06:02:00.003-08:002013-02-14T06:05:37.296-08:00It's Love all the way<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.” </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">― </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9810.Albert_Einstein" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: initial;">Albert Einstein</a><br />
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So today is your day. Go make a lot of mistakes. It's called the Valentine, the worse thing which will happen will happen anyway if it has to ! 100 years is all you have! And just one day to cherish.Tell her,fall on your knees, just say it. Do everything grand, say it ...say it big. Come out with your best poems, add humor, laugh about it , worse you might be slapped. Slapped and loved.<br />
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Don't be a bird in the cage.Your only safe, not happy. Give your life a little tinge of adventure, add color , add life, spread your wings , see out there, Go high get the kick and the thrill just by telling that you are in love. Write letters, Tell it with the red roses or a candy bar. It's all the love that matters which is stored big in your hearts. So just say it!<br />
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Don't know who is in love with you? It's easy. Stick around all the people whom you eye on. Spread love. Love everyone, may be the one who loves you back will reciprocate. Don't know what to do? Wondering if your so called 'ONE' will ask you out? Don't wait around! Go ahead and say it ,show YOUR love,you ask! You have lots of love in you why not multiply it?? If she reacts , you will get the long awaited kiss on your cheeks. If not just a red mark, not of lipstick,but will fade away in time. Open you eyes big and wide , pay attention! If you are asked out and not ready for it, just give them a moment of your time. It means a lot. Spread the joy, the happiness everything that matters for others. Just for today live for others, not just for yourself and soon you will begin to realize, you can never be for yourself. If you wait around, not telling it today....you won't be telling it any other day and you will be missing everything about the so called word which is small but means big ! The word 'LOVE'!<br />
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Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-50405937139550045512013-01-04T21:45:00.003-08:002013-01-04T21:45:29.394-08:00The No-nonsense talk!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Okay, Let's get this straight. Getting raped and thrown around in the streets is not something which happens only in India.I mean seriously. Well I have many people asking me, what's up with all the rapes happening in India? The law should do something about it,they tell me.</div>
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Well let me put it this way. Here me out guys,loud and clear..to all the Non-Indians, India is NOT known for only rape. Everywhere I go and Every new person I meet, the first question they ask me is why? Is it so bad for woman there? Why can't the men ask permission from women? Is it that hard? These are the questions they shoot. Here are somethings you have to know ,other than what you know.</div>
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Indian laws are not all that crappy. In fact according to a constitutional scholar, there is no other nation's constitution which is impetus towards changing and rebuilding society for the common good!So when you talk bout the laws being not well written,make sure you have read all the 400 plus articles of the longest written constitution ever.</div>
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When you complain about woman in India not being treated properly, its NOT true. Its not deeply entrenched culture of domestic violence and male dominance that exists and that's what all non-Indians think. Well it's always been an eventful and great changes of how women were and are treated.From equal status to low points with men.But not anymore. Do you want a list of guys who worship women? I have them! Or google it! Women in India are respected more than any where else in the world.</div>
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Well we too like running around and shooting all the men dead,when we listen to such stories. Well shooting all men will ensure safety for all the women. No harassing,no eve teasing,no domestic violence, no setting women ablaze,wow so many I could think of. And one more, no make up. Well,again I would say just because a few random morons messed it up,not whole of India is filled with such insensitive assholes. So to all the non-Indians out there,India is famous for its rich culture and heritage. We have certain beleifs,certain traditions which we tend to follow and we will follow,just because of some random events like this don't judge the country and its people and its laws. We are as we are."Awesome" with a capital A.</div>
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Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-29929551405206892192012-11-28T14:10:00.001-08:002012-12-11T12:15:54.988-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><u>Down syndrome</u></b><br />
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No matter you push it,pull it shove it or drag it ..my mind seems to have elapsed to get accustomed to studying the day before an exam too. I don understand weather I'm working really hard or hardly to concentrate.My mind seems to be seeing various symbols like alpha beta gamma and trauma.Censored data I read. No I'm not reading some kind of porn stuff! Did you know there is something calleds as Censored data in Engineering stuff?? Well atleast I did'nt. If at all I did concentrate in class without dozing off and drooling over my desk I would'nt have been lauging so hard and cracking jokes on Censored data.<br />
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Twitter ,Facebook seriously ? Wait some cool ,wanna-be guy whom I had a mild crush on, in Undergrad has put up his new set of pictures which pops up on my white wall. How do you'll expect me to resist checking out that? I can't stop myself from commenting, that lead to a conversation and fooosh...Time is like Margaret Mitchell's Gone with the wind. Wonder how she came up with that title in 1926?? Well I'm sitting here in the Library with Hershley bar wrappers and thrown around sheets of papers and a pending homework thinking about what Margaret Mitchell if alive had to say about her forebrain.Well it's not happening. I've completely lost it . Grouped ,Ungrouped,censored,Uncensored...what am I reading!??? OXOXOX<br />
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Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-57691416112442876792012-09-12T13:42:00.002-07:002012-09-12T13:54:02.989-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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An apple a day keeps the doctor away ! If your staying with the apple forever, then all the doctors have to shut down! What's with the rage! Seriously??? Yes I'm talking about the I-phone 5 !<br />
My Technical Phone Supporter (my friend who suggests me which phones I should be buying), when I ask him to suggest me an Android phone, he says " Other than the I-phone all the other phones look the same to me, Be it Samsung Note or Galaxy or blah blah! So just go for I-phone and don't ask me with further questions!" Sheesh !That's what he said!<br />
I'm not that great an Apple fan, probably that's because I don't own one. But I always wonder, will I be going gaga over I-phone 5 the same way my friends are , if at all I had one of their versions!? And I still am wondering!<br />
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I haven't explored I-phone as much I have explored Android. But I always give a thumbs up to the android (the Apple fans - stop throwing stones at me!)<br />
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Actually I like the google ads too! It's all the initial feeling of excitement, the same thing happened when Vodaphone came up with Zoozoos!<br />
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All this Apple funda is getting too hyped, and I know it's worth getting the raised banners. But one thing for sure, if Innovation sinks Apple will definitely sink! Every I phone they had a new Innovation which made the customers rush in, So I-phone 5 has the greatest expectation of all the other versions.<br />
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First of all its the name " Apple" , Ahh... It's just really coool. Why doesn't oranges or Grapes give me the same 'Ahh' expression?? I'm not really sure whether this blog goes for Apple or Android. But I secretly go woohoo with the Apple products, since I don't own one!It's just with the apple symbol u know! I just try to camouflage my excitement about the apple products when it all releases since I don't own one! <br />
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All the I-phone fans out there, Just hope this will be the best of the best product. We just have to wait and watch if it takes the market by storm!(which it definitely will!) Kudos Jobs. Innovation in the 20th Century is something to really talk about!<br />
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Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-58523241676023262432012-09-05T13:59:00.001-07:002012-09-05T14:28:21.445-07:00American Tangled<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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After a hiatus, here I am, back ! I decided I won't be writing until I touch the border of the United States Of America! It's a race my friend said. And it was! One year down, the process..Naah, I won't be talkin bout it! It's a long process like chemical reactions and pathways involving a fatty acid which has a never ending chain length.<br />
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I have a lot to catch up on, after the long break . Two weeks down, a lot happening. Well right now I have a bunch of guys hanging around, screaming at top of their voices like competing who can scream the loudest and jumping and dancing and totally lost. Yeah a bunch of totally high hit dramatic boys. Hah, I've been recording the few of their acts, including their gay acts. It's funny though to watch them. Recorded and saved! :) <br />
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United states of America ! My daughter studies in America , my parents are saying it aloud. But what exactly do I do? Hah. I love this picture which i stole it form someone's wall...-----------------><br />
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Naah, I don't make pizzas. It was a tough call though. As soon as I entered I saw all Indians running around, filling up employment forms and running around asking for on-campus jobs. When I say on-campus, it starts with<br />
1)Coffe shops<br />
2)College Cafetaria<br />
3)Backroom support<br />
4)Library<br />
and blah blah blah<br />
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And you have to run around and reach out to people, and for these kind of jobs also they say we need a reference. Yeah! That's how life is back here!<br />
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I worked at an IT industry back at home. How luxurious life was then.Here its running around all the time. Cooking,laundry, cleaning, attending classes and then your job!!<br />
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During the welcome week, when we had orientations, there were lots of free stuff available on campus, like the free t shirts and free food. If it was the same thing back home, if at all there were any free giveaways, we would be like blah..who wants them...but here, its like once we get to know there are so many free stuff available, like the t-shirts some key chains we literally run in search of them...hah..all our high standards maintained back home comes down to the below carpet level. This is the Standard life we lead while studying at USA. Hopefully my mom's not reading this!<br />
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Aaaah! That's why Indians here, celebrate Independence day and I actually attended the flag hoist ceremony!!Pfff! .Back home I used to never wake up on August 15th. I used to see it as just another holiday, and how excited I was. Excitement for all the other reasons except that we got our independence this day. And hence you can see a lot more patriots here than back home, and you can find a lot more celebrations of all the festivals here with traditional and colourful dresses all over your community ! Yeah, everyone will be struck by a lightning of patriotism. In a way a good sign!<br />
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USA USA USA...aah USA. 'The Inscrutable Americans' written by Anurag Mathur is a good read once you enter this country! Yeah that makes soo much sense now than when I read it! <br />
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Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-23148636164430009592012-03-22T20:39:00.002-07:002012-05-04T00:26:30.631-07:00Love-ly Sign!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Can Love happen twice?</b> (No it can happen many
times…But with different people)<b><br />
I too had a love story</b> ( So did I!)<b><br />
A little bit of love</b> ( If its little why bother to write?)<b><br />
Love happens like that …As long as you are my angel</b> (When the transition
happens from your angel to some one else’s?? What happens then??)<b><br />
A lot like love a lit’l like chocolate</b> (Like chocolate? Really? Because it
can never be like wine..Can it? As love doesn’t taste better as it turns older)<b><br />
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That thing called love!</b> (No comments!)<b><br />
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</b><3<3<3<3<3<b><br />
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</b>What’s with all the IIT’ians??<b><br />
</b>Were all this Lovey Dovey novels an inspiration from Chetan Bhagat?? Every
one seems to adapt to the same pattern of write ups.<b><br />
</b>All these above mentioned books are a sensational hit with the youth! Why?
As all the characters in the book relates to their girlfriends! Even if it
doesn’t relate, they would picture
it to relate and there it is …The best selling novel! And that’s how it clicks.<b><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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People who have read</b>:<b><br />
</b>Review 1:Macha what book macha this is!!!…Awesome macha! The part where the
guy cries… really depressing macha<b><br />
</b>Review 2:No man…Not that part…Did you read that part..where the guy buys
all that gifts for her and waits and she doesn’t accept? Tears swelled up after
reading that!<b><br />
Remaining reviews</b>: Touched ! Hurted! Pained….all the superlatives were used
to the extreme!<b><br />
People who are on the verge of reading:<br />
</b>Noooo don’t discuss that book..I have to still read them…but… what happens
to that guy after he broke up? I heard someone talking that something will
happen to her…is that true?<b><br />
People who have the crave for reading books and don’t have a clue what their
friends were discussing and can’t take the fact that they haven’t read it. ( I
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<b>Me:</b>Which book are you talking about? Why are you’ll
exaggerating so much. I want that book! <b><br />
Them:</b> Ah!you have to wait for that. You’re in a Queue. First he asked for
it, then him and then her and then
him and then its your turn! And the stock’s not available right now, as it’s the best selling,
seasoned edition!<b><br />
Me:</b> What the hell! Nooo Way!
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Verbal accusations and fights happened,
Corruption, Barter system
implemented. Finally I won the book; Promising to return it in one night. <b><br />
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And the book I was fighting for was <b>“I too had a love story”. <br />
</b>After reading this book it caused repulsion against all the other Love
story novels the IIT’ians have written ! I thought Chetan Bhagath’s 3 Mistakes
of life was the big worse turn down I’d ever read. After that it’s this.<b><br />
</b>When I gave my friends my reviews about the book;<b><br />
</b>Them: How could you say that?<b><br />
</b> Don’t you have
any feelings?<b><br />
</b> You’re a stone!<b><br />
</b> Din’t you feel
a thing?<b><br />
</b> You don’t know
what love is! Do you?<b><br />
</b> <b><br />
</b>Well yeah, the guys became too
emotional about the book. That’s why they say girls are more mature than them.
All the girls at least agreed with me!<b><br />
</b>Here’s the story…Ranveer singh has taken approximately 250 pages to
describe his love story. I’ll summarise the book in 5 lines. Here it
goes;<b><br />
</b>Guy meets girl at shaadi.com<b><br />
</b>Girl guy falls in love<b><br />
</b>Girl meets with an accident on the day of engagement and Death<b><br />
</b>Guy full depressed. What happens to the guy??<b><br />
</b>Read the next book- <b>Can love happen twice?<br />
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</b>Book – a classic hit<b><br />
</b>All these books tend to revolve around the same plot. If it involves
heartbreaks, it’s a hit! If the hero
or the heroine dies…It becomes the best selling book. Yeah that’s the trick!<b><br />
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</b>Finally I decided, in future if
I intended to write a novel, for
which I intend to become rich, the
subject is gonna be about LOVE! <b><br />
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</b>I’ll tell you the story line right here;<b><br />
</b>Boy meets girl;<b><br />
</b>Girl meets boy;<b><br />
</b>One more Boy meets the same girl.<b><br />
</b>It’s a triangle.<b><br />
</b>Girl’s parents- anti heroes<b><br />
</b>First boy’s parents and Girl’s parent’s -family friends<b><br />
</b>Second boy – Heart break<b><br />
</b>Now who’ll get the girl??<b><br />
</b> Twists: Is there a third lover boy? <b><br />
</b> Does
the second boy commit suicide?<b><br />
</b> Is
there gonna be a happy ending?<b><br />
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</b>Yeah all these I’ll let you know once I start with the book!<b><br />
</b>Look forward for love,
heartbreaks, Fights, jealousy,
tears, unexpected twists and turns!<b><br />
</b>Yeah I just started with the marketing! Hope my Love story hits the shelves
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Like Katherine Heigl in the movie 27 dresses<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> she was trying out every single attire and was asking me for my opinion ‘How do I look’ with this<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> This and This! Annnndd This!! I was neither tired nor bored giving my opinion! Any one wouldn’t! With a neat athletic and toned figure like her’s! My! I myself stood there envying her. So I wouldn’t complain about the guys drooling over her. It’s the dimples<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> NO her height…or may be it’s her figure. Ok I’ll stop; I’m neither homo nor a hetro!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> How many times have women sat in office browsing over Google pages for ‘How to get the perfect figure?’ Ok as embarrassed as I am to admit<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> at least I have. And I have at least 5 friends of mine in office who also crib about sitting in front of the system through out the day and feeling the flab’s and tyres bulging out and looking like sponge bob<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> replacing the square pants is a 1980’s bell bottoms trying to hide those extra kilos! All this crib started when I had just finished a day of hectic work at office and I came to my cab and sat down with a sigh of relief..The relief din’t last long…I looked down as to why I’m feeling so heavy today…Wow! I could imagine how Mister Hulk’s body grew and grew and his clothes tore apart. Mine was on its verge of parting. Okay a little exaggeration is needed to get to the point!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> Lately I have my mom complaining of how fat I have become and make sure she packs the perfect calorie meal for me. She is more desperate than I am to help me look neat. But it sure isn’t helping<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and she hasn’t given up on me either.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> 100 Crunches<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> 2 miles jog<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> Hit the gym<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> yoga… all this as I hear<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> if done everyday you’ll get the perfect abs your looking out for. Hmmm…I wonder who the hell set the perfect looking woman’s figure. Thanks to the Femina<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> Vogue and Kareena Kapoor with her size zero rage. What was she thinking? Setting such examples to today’s teens!! As they say<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> entertainment industry is spoiling today’s youth. True to its word.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> I’m not the only one cribbing and complaining about the extra pop ups<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> Every other day I meet one or the other colleague or friend of mine who has the same concerns as mine . She would start with it as soon as she would stand in front of the mirror and feeling her extra fat and muscles, she would start with her daily chorus of how to reduce and get that perfect look. I would join her too. Neither proteins nor 8- 10 litres of H20 seem to be helping. I hate the other category woman…How they just keep on eating and eating and never have to try any of the so called abs exercises. And they say I’m working hard to put on those extra kilos. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> As I was saying<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> she stood there trying out all her attires and she turns to me<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> gives me a thorough look and said ‘I wish I was fat like you’.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> Yeah!!!!(Aargh!) :/ That’s what she said! Man! What nerves she has!? I Am NOT fat! I yelled. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Committed!?XXX</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Sheesh! <span style="font-size: 14pt;">Why</span> can’t I just stop hearing this double M word!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"> I hit 23 and I was told, Reshma your 23 and its high time you get yourself a guy!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">10-15 years- NO boys! Sheesh Boys? NO way!!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><a href="http://www.themillionairesecrets.net/images/2011/03/committed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.themillionairesecrets.net/images/2011/03/committed.jpg" width="200" /></a>15-18 years- You know what! She’s got a boy friend it seems, and its that guy whom we so going around with that girl! Ah she’s a bad girl!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">18-20 years- Hey that guy! He loves me blush blush! But I’m not interested! The Good –girl version of it!(Next day she is seen with the same guy)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">20- Say next 4 years- “Ain’t you committed yet??? You’re single!!!?? Oh my god! How sad! Its ok don’t feel bad, you’ll find someone soon!”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Well I get the question as well as an answer for it from the same person instantaneously, with their sympathetic reactions!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I dint know guys were on sale… How easy that would have been I guess! Really if I find one I will change my status update on face book from single to committed! Why do people care!??</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"> The older generation seem to have blended well with the current ones! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I hear them :</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Woman 1: Hey that female’s daughter, I saw her roaming around with that guy the other day ! From past 3 years they know each other ! And he owns a factory and has a car of his own, so rich! Very talented girl! She found such a right guy!(Even the girl wouldn’t know so many details of that guy I guess!)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Woman 2: All this generation people, same story! Kids nowadays!! Phew!!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Woman 3: My daughter she’s 24 already, no guys yet (sad face), I wish she finds someone who is rich like that! (Really??!)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"> Well 23 I am, I go out on double dates with my friends, except that my date will be missing! I go with a frame of mind to just have a good talk and loaf around every corner with my so called friends (Along with them, its their girlfriends/boyfriends), That’s how apparently the number of people in my social group increased, its like u have one friend and with it comes one more , like a sale! Buy one get one free!! So the number increases gradually.(Every week my mom questions me as to who are all those people whom I hang out with?I’ve never seen them before! She assumes that, I pick some random people on road!?) And with my new increased social group I tend to forget my friends and become much closer with their better halves. Significantly the attention on my ‘First friends’ decreases. That’s when it will occur to my friends that Im still SINGLE! And they tag me “NOT COMMITTED” and all their suggestions advices of all the guys in their neighborhood, class , office , school mates, childhood friends and all their lost friends who were extinct all these years come alive! How many ever come alive it’s evident that I can’t change my tag to COMMITTED unless I bump into my so called <b>ONE</b>! My friends complain that I’m too choosy and have to stop being so, as Im getting old (As they say it! This OLD part hurts real bad!I’m just 23!) My <b>ONE</b> seems to have just taken a wrong turn, he’s on his way, so I would suggest all my COMMITTED friends to stop suggesting me and advising me that I should start to date their friends, just because they want their better halves to concentrate on them!</div></div>Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-5586684317405514322011-10-01T22:42:00.000-07:002011-11-21T07:41:07.253-08:00Can you keep a Secret?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="t1answer"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;">Got a secret</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://static.tumblr.com/s4f89da/7ajl8a779/secret.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://static.tumblr.com/s4f89da/7ajl8a779/secret.jpg" width="320" /></a><span class="t1answer"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;">Can you keep it?</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
<span class="t1answer">Swear this one you’ll save</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">Better lock it<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> in your pocket</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">Taking this one to the grave</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">If I show you then I know you</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">Won’t tell what I said</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">Cause two can keep a secret</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">If one of them is dead…</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">Why do you smile</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">Like you have told a secret</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">Now you’re telling lies</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">Cause you’re the one to keep it</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">But no one keeps a secret</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">No one keeps a secret</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">Why when we do our darkest deeds</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">Do we tell?</span><br />
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<span class="t1answer"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="t1answer"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"> I have kept a secret for years<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> Being a scorpion who are known to keep their lips buttoned-up<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I have lived up to it . I have secrets of my own which no one will EVER know. Other people have confided their secrets to me which I will keep and so shall mine be a secret until I presume.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="t1answer"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"> Sometimes some secrets which we tend to be keep <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> will become known to be what we call rumours<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> if its hard to believe or the person will end up losing her most trusted best friend(secret keeper) which results in despair. I choose to keep a secret because it’s the best thing to do for a happy ending or it’s the best you could do to keep a person happy. That line is delusional…..If a secret kept<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="t1answer"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;">They burn in our brains</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
<span class="t1answer">Become a living hell</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">Cause everyone tells</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">Everyone tells…</span><br />
<span class="t1answer">Everyone tells…</span><br />
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<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"> It never works to keep a secret<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> be a scorpion or a Libran or a Cancerian<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> even if your sign says so; it’s a complete head game which contradicts its meaning.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="t1answer"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"> The secret holder trusts the secret keeper and tells her so<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> the secret keeper keeps the secret until its safe<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> but before the secret keeper realises the secret holder tells it to secret keeper number2. So the whole point of calling it a secret dies down at the first cycle itself and the whole point of keeping it a secret won’t be a secret anymore!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="t1answer"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"> When a person intends to tell you a secret <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname>it is because she wants the whole world to know about it and wants to spread the word without she being blamed<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and if she gets caught she can always slip away by telling <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> It wasn’t me who spread it! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="t1answer"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"> Don’t blame her as it was said<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> It burns our brains<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> it does! So if it is<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I think you should go ahead and share the secret<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> but make it a point that it doesn’t hurt the victim and you share the secret with the outside world<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and then you don’t have to carry the guilt of the aftermath and you will be free to laugh or cry or make fun of it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="t1answer"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;">But ever wondered a world without secrets? What would happen if people didn’t keep secrets? What if everything was transparent? </span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;">What if we all knew the full extent of each other's behaviour?<span class="t1answer"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“I want to change her name”<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> she said with a bloated face. I was surprised by her impetuous nature at such an absurd hour.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Me: “But the naming ceremony is just over”.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://beinglatino.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/baby-names.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://beinglatino.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/baby-names.jpg" width="178" /></a><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">She: Yeah<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I didn’t like that name.<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span> </span>I didn’t want to ponder about it more<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> after<span> </span>something which had happened that morning <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> it was conspicuous for her to react this way.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span> </span>Morning drama:(Naming Ceremony)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span> </span>Name disclosed: Louchana<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span> </span>Wah wah wah woo woo claps claps.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span> </span>After the pooja during lunch when all my mom’s seven sisters were sitting around the table<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> my cousin gets her new named baby and makes her sit at the centre of the table<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and one of my aunt calls her louchana<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> the baby’s playing without responding to her new name<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> then my aunt increases her voice and calls Lochee<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> Lochee and bursts out laughing<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> in came in the laughter of the remaining six of them.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span> </span><span> </span>That’s enough explanation as to what had made my aunt change her decision. It did sound whacky to me initially wondering what’s in a name!??<span> </span>But If I was in her shoes<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I would probably end up as lamentable as her. I definitely wouldn’t consider people making fun of my daughter!! (Shoot Shoot)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span> </span>This event actually reminded me of the book NAMESAKE written by <span class="st">Jhumpa Lahiri<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> where GOGOL (character’s name) </span>finds his strange name a constant irritant<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and eventually he tries to change it . <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span> </span>When Shakespeare wrote that a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> he hadn’t predicted the plight of our modern times. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
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</div></div>Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-57220143798993406422011-08-14T22:30:00.000-07:002011-08-14T23:43:38.992-07:00Freedom, as we see it!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://umattr.info/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/conditional-freedom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://umattr.info/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/conditional-freedom.jpg" width="265" /></a></div>The Celebrations of independence is still alive in my street!! Thanks to my neighborhood kids! We complain about Today's kids,but today I saw it live! Happy Independence day!:)<br />
65th year, and the still going strong! 9.00 am, I was still on my bed, until I heard the chorus of Vande Mataram from outside my window . The boy dressed in white had made everyone stand in a row and was holding a book in his hand and was making the other kids repeat after him. It was a pleasure to watch these kids singing , and all their parents stood outside their balcony with proud smiling faces watching them . After the chorus session a bunch of kids barged into everyone's house and wished all of us a Happy Independence day.<br />
For rest of us it was just another holiday where we could sit back and relax, but looking at the enthusiasm put forth by these kids really kept me thinking, What are we celebrating for? Have we enough freedom? Are we really a free democratic country? Is having the right to vote enough to call ourselves free?<br />
The Anna Hazare fasting at one end of the freedom park, Kumarswamy family fasting at the other end because Reddy brothers told something against him, 'I want a separate state called the Telangana' shouts from the other end.Yediurappa promising a trip abroad to all his loyal suckers from our money. Poverty? Corruption? Mining scam? 2 G scam? CWG scam?<br />
Well so many scams proves that we are free! Free to do what we want to do!Right to speech , right to equality, right against exploitation, right to freedom of expression ! We have got it all. This definitely is the freedom we wanted ! While I sit back and relax, and think about more Free G scams, all of them go ahead and celebrate our 65th year of extreme independence!Happy independence day! </div>Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-26974455219715116972011-08-10T21:10:00.001-07:002011-08-10T21:19:58.763-07:00Ptydepe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"> I could have rather named the post as ‘The Memorandum’, my first ever play watched at a theatre which is completely meant for plays.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB"> But the name ‘Ptydepe’ sounded fancier, and hence chosen. Pronounced as Pa-tie-de-pay, when given the pamphlet I read it as ‘tie-deep-a’, assuming P as silent. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">From past one year, my attempt to go and watch a play at Rangashankara was completely futile after rigorous attempts. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">First time- It was a list of Hindi plays!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">Second time- Tickets sold out</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">The third time-It was Mysooru Mallige…The name was like a repellent used for mosquitoes, here replacing the mosquitoes, were my friends.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">It’s difficult to find a theatre enthuse<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> when u have a bunch of only engineering graduates in your G-gang. I would anytime go for a diverse range (no offence to the present ones). Planning with these people for a play<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> was like asking yeddyurappa to quit as CM. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">After this I always pictured myself going and watching a play all by myself<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> which no normal person does<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I think. It’s called ‘Lame’ according to the G-gang. Well<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I could call it lame too<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> sitting there all by myself!?? <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">NO Way</st1:address></st1:street>!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">Gradually<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> it was forgotten<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> until Mr S invited me to watch a play!! Yes<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> it happened. According to him<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> only people of certain IQ levels would wanna watch a play. What he meant was people with high IQ levels! No offence to the G-gang again. (It was Mr S who was talking</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><span lang="EN-GB"> )I just nodded my head with compliance. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">‘The memorandum’ considered to be one of the well known plays written by Vaclav Havel<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> a play based on introduction of an artificial language at office for communication and how everything is messed up.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">Ptydepe<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I like the way it sounds<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> as weird as it is to say it<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> same weirdness applies to the imaginary spoken form. Impressive it sounded <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> wanted to learn it initially.. until I came across this in google<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRbFebOe3FsERZfBHe_rHo34Ul2CQB_ksZF_wlW5He6AC2IC0Gw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRbFebOe3FsERZfBHe_rHo34Ul2CQB_ksZF_wlW5He6AC2IC0Gw" /></a></div><br />
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</div></div>Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-60528254717978947362011-07-08T09:08:00.000-07:002011-08-10T21:20:51.907-07:00The curious case of a Wandering mind<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">My mind kept drifting away. I was trying hard to sit and concentrate. I was fidgeting. It’s so difficult to make yourself to sit and listen to something which you are actually forced to listen to<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> something which you have to listen to <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname>and for something which you don’t want to listen<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> that too for 4 hours without a break.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB"> Just the previous day I was conversing with my friend as to how she sits and concentrates at her CA classes for like 9 hours at a stretch! It’s so hard. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB"> So after this conversation with her<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> the next day while I was sitting at a session<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I decided to keep a track of how many times my mind keeps wandering away like in an hour. More than listening to what was happening in the session<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I was keeping track of the numbers<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and how it kept increasing an increment of one every five minutes. (Yes really short).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB"> Here is the list of things<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> where my mind wanders to during boring conversations or classes:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 1.0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span lang="EN-GB">1.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="EN-GB">Night out /Hangouts with friends</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 1.0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span lang="EN-GB">2.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="EN-GB">A single pizza eaten by 8 of us( when broke)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 1.0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span lang="EN-GB">3.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="EN-GB">A flirtatious exchange of smiles with a stranger.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 1.0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span lang="EN-GB">4.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="EN-GB">Finding money in your old jeans.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 1.0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span lang="EN-GB">5.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="EN-GB">Lazy weekends</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 1.0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span lang="EN-GB">6.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="EN-GB">The chocolate larva cake</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 1.0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span lang="EN-GB">7.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><span lang="EN-GB">Reading</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB"> old emails.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 1.0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span lang="EN-GB">8.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="EN-GB">The crazy pictures taken.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 1.0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span lang="EN-GB">9.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="EN-GB">The conversation you just had <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> totally oblivious to world around</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT27B3BbED2JUDh3HXTxJBemCDkmqVEU9sf6BR__jUOxPBbUXPAFetXBZZRPUV5s1d8q9Os-mE2Vb5SgygZln23sojilt6WZBc8850PuhOJ2XdOBfqiFjSddXG0dbjy7poNTtkZcakG4Pd/s1600/daydreaming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT27B3BbED2JUDh3HXTxJBemCDkmqVEU9sf6BR__jUOxPBbUXPAFetXBZZRPUV5s1d8q9Os-mE2Vb5SgygZln23sojilt6WZBc8850PuhOJ2XdOBfqiFjSddXG0dbjy7poNTtkZcakG4Pd/s320/daydreaming.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB"> My mind wanders in abstract<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> goes back in time<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> fast-forwards to the future – moving from one edge of wishful thinking to the next. This happens especially when I’m sitting at a session which goes on more than an hour. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB">While at engineering it was easy to get away from those boring classes<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> even if you weren’t listening<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> as each class would not last more than an hour. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB">There<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> we knew the trick to escape those sudden encounters from your professors while in class. The best tricks were to Zone out<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> try and remember</span></span><span lang="EN-GB"> the last sentence he said<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> just in case they shoot a question at you to prove you were listening</span><span lang="EN-GB">. I had developed a talent of having one ear listen to what they say<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> but think about something else entirely. Then<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> if he called on me<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> announces important information<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> or the class reacts to some exciting - or not so exciting - news<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> ("There's a test tomorrow"<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> or "No homework!") you can replay what you just heard with one ear<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and you won't have missed anything. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">The easiest one was to draw or doodle things on notebook<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname></span><span lang="EN-GB"> be it cartoons<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> shapeless blobs<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and anything else that tickles your fancy. Glance up at the professor often<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> so it seems like you are paying attention and writing down everything.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">Reading novels was another way. This was pretty simple and most feasible way<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> though I wouldn’t suggest this as it reminds me of the day I got caught in class for reading Chetan Bhagat’s ‘The three mistakes of Life’<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and he made a big issue out of it<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> as he saw the F word while he was rummaging through the pages.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">This blog post started off something to do with my attention span<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> but it turns our that I’m listing more about things-to-do when you don’t want to listen to boring lectures.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB"> Concentric circles! My friend suggested. Try that! “According to a research drawing concentric circles would help increase attention span”<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> she said. And she laughed at her own idea<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and concluded that I was normal and would not need that.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB"> When I listen to such advice<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> especially when they conclude that I don’t need it<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I tend to try them. I did try them. Two<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> three<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> four<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> five concentric circles<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and boom! My attention towards concentric circles died. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB"> Later when I was describing this entire ‘short attention span syndrome’ to my friend <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I asked her as to where her mind wanders off while listening about DFSort<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> Database<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> Redefines….or whether she really concentrates??<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB"> She glares at me for a while and gives me a blank expression and asks ‘What were you just saying??’!!!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">I’ve given her the best possible education... What more could I do? I pay her music master fifteen rupees a month<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> her school fees amount to fifteen rupees and I pay ten rupees for her school bus.....</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">‘Yes’ he replied, ‘by securing endless adjournments. Life today is most expensive.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">Well<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> those lines were stolen from a book I was reading last night<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> the Man-Eater of Malgudi<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> written by R.K Narayan. I’ll get back to this as to why I started off my post with these stolen lines.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB"> I did have an eventful weekend (That’s what I would say!) </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">Sunday morning: I woke up at 10 am and decided to visit the church as I had nothing much to do. I started home with 150 Rs in my wallet (that’s enough to survive) and with two debit cards. After my visit to the church I decided to go on a shopping spree as I was still left with some money in my card. ‘Some’ over here meant exactly 1289 Rs only! Well<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> good enough to think of street shopping in Brigade road. After my visit to the church I was left with 100 Rs Cash (out of 150Rs) . I boarded an auto and headed towards brigade road<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> where I lost 30Rs as auto charges.(usually it would cost 20<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> but the one I travelled in <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname>seemed to have a tampered meter) One thing I have learnt <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> never argue with the auto drivers<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> they might kidnap you. So if you see a meter spinning like those hamster on wheels<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> don’t argue<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> just shut your mouth and wait till you get off the auto. So I did the latter one (minus argument) . I was left with 70 Rs. After I picked up the take aways from Mc Donald’s the cash came down to approximately 20 bucks. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> So I decided to begin my shopping. I was doing numbers in my head…should I buy a dress or the stiletto heel? Or could I buy both. That’s the best part about being a girl. It’s easier to get stuff for your budget. We don’t have to compromise on getting one thing and sacrificing the other.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB"> I avoided the big brands and designer show rooms altogether. Why would I want to try on something just for the sake of it<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> find out that it fits you like a dream and then leave it back on the shelf feeling like someone just broke your heart?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB"> I went into the ‘My budget shops’<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> scanned the price tags<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and bargained in few places. But still hadn’t found anything apt for my decorum (mainly the price). Next I stepped into the shop at the basement<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> which was filled with girls<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> like as though the entire bunch of brigade road seemed to shop for their attire and accessories there. I stepped into it for two reasons.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">1) The girls I saw there seemed like the IT girls! (IT girls defined as cool<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> sexy <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname>hot …They possessed one of those IT qualities).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">2) After I walk out of that shop<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I might belong to that category<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and people could put me in the front page of The Times Of India like those VLCC ads<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> which displays the picture of NOW and THEN! (Even though NOW (of me) is not that bad like in those ads).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> Well the place seemed neat. It was one of the My Kind stores<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> befit for the money I had. I saw this really pretty black dress with a big red lace around the waist and I pictured myself with that on the front page<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> in place of the VLCC ad.... And a red stiletto to go with that! It seemed to legitimately fit into the context. The cost quoted by him for both was 1300<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> 650 for the dress and 650 for the stiletto. All I had was 1289 Rs <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I reminded myself! But I really wanted to get into that front page desperately. I argued with him<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> fought<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> bargained. If beg<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> borrow or steal worked I would have gone with the flow. If not for the first two<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> definitely for the steal part! (Watch confessions of a shopaholic<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> if you start complaining about !)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> After a lot of argument and commotion he reduced the price to 1100 which was good enough. The moment he saw me taking out my card…I heard him say..’Sorry Madam cards not accepted!’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> Uggghhhh!Grrrrr! I made all the possible faces against him. I asked him to keep it aside so that I could draw cash and get back with the money. He said a YES! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">I went out hunting for an ATM. I walked for about 15 min<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and still couldn’t find any. But somewhere around in a secluded area of the otherwise active street<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I could find one which read ‘Canara Bank ATM’ . I was relieved.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">I went in and typed my password…oops wrong password… I was trying to recall ….OHwe! I had forgotten! I vaguely remembered<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and I typed in ****….oops the card gets sucked in!!! OHHH NOOOO!!!! I try calling all the helpline numbers put up near the machine. It’s a Sunday! No one’s answering.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">I was not worried about the card though! It was the dress! The pretty pretty black dress! I want that!!What if some one else takes it off!! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">Well<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I had another card…atleast I was supposed to have another card!Yep<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> to add to the crabbiness<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> It was missing! Missing from my wallet<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I stood at the ATM and searched my wallet thoroughly...No sign! Aaahha! Now I recall….I left it in my bag pack the other day! Wow! Way to go<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I thought.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">Finally<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I was NOT getting my dress</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings;">L</span><span lang="EN-GB">. I had to get that over in my mind and move on! It depressed me…thinking of the missed out dress<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I tried getting out of the ATM place. Now to add to my miseries<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> the door gets stuck! It doesn’t open. The release button doesn’t seem to be working. What a DAY! I had to wait till another person came with his card and unlocked the door<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> no phones and no securities. Since it was some isolated place<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> for 20 minutes nobody turned up. Then there came my saviour<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> a big fat guy<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> who released me of<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> one of my miseries at least. I thanked him and decided to get back home. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">Depression of not getting the dress<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> overpowered my ability to think how I should be getting back home with only 20 bucks. Whoever came up with the phrase 'The thrill of the chase'<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> needs to rephrase. It’s not the thrill of the chase<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> It’s the thrill of getting the prize for the chase! Especially when you want it that freaking badly.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> I tend to digress a lot. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">Oops 20 bucks<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> auto costs me like 80 bucks. I decided to board the bus. Well that would come up to 15 bucks. Works out. I’ll still be left with 5 bucks (a bonus)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">I had to walk to the other end to board a bus<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> which I did without complaining. Well<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> to make things worse<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I had to board the wrong bus. He pushed me off at the wrong stop.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB"> I had to board two more buses after that<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> which left me with cipher amount and I had to walk 20 min more to reach home.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">According to RK Narayan<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> two decades ago when his character could pay his daughter’s school fees<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> bus fare and for her music classes all in 40 Rs per month <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> My 150 Rs today couldn’t get me home the right way!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">That’s not all <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> my day turns from worse to worst! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">I get a call from my friend who is supposed to meet me near my place. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">Telephonic conversation went like this:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">‘Where yo??’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">‘M getting back homey’ Where you?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">‘Still there??? Im waiting for you at Brigade road!’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">‘What??? You were supposed to meet me near my place’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">‘But you told <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> you were there shopping here !’Im here<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> waiting! Just come!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">‘Go ahead and wait there! I’m never coming to that place again!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Four <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>of us hovered around <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the computer and were googling for<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>places to visit<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> Well yes it was the<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>outing planning happening<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>after 4 years! That is a pretty long time<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and we realised we really have to execute the plan this time and were all excited about it. We were hogging over the potato chips and continued our search. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Miss S: Let’s go <st1:place w:st="on">GOA</st1:place>!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Me: Well…nearly 600 kms. 10 hours by road. We have only two days with us. Not a feasible option! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Miss R: Why not coorg??<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Me: No way! That place is sad! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Miss S: Gokharna it is!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Me: Why the holy places?? Are we planning to achieve saint hood??<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Me: Madikeri…??<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Miss R: BOrrrrrring!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
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But this time it was a more emphatic look.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And there it was out<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> out of her system (wonder how long she could keep it hidden there without giving us a slightest key to it) … It had happened …happened to one of us…One down already. One sacrificed<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> with three of us remaining.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Five years ago<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> we were persuading her to quit. We tried everything to make her give up. Sounds wicked<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> but we were just showing that we care. A few years ago<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> we warned her-<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No Miss G<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> you have to stop doing this we cried.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It will seem all cool now<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> but you’ll repent later.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Its not healthy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’re way too young.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Its not the right path.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can’t decide what’s good for you. Leave it to us (Yes<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> we did pretend to be invincible)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But now after five whole years<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> there it was... the diamonds on her fourth finger of the left hand<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> on the finger considered to be the veina amoris! Yes! She was engaged! (Worse part<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> we knew only after TWO weeks<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> wonder what she was thinking!)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well all those five years of talking her out of it. It did work out for her! When she broke it to us<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> Miss R<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and S <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>jumped out congratulating her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was just sitting<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> motionless<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> without giving any expressions. It did take me some time to digest that. . Miss G was waiting for me to say something. There were tears at the corner of my eyes (I hid them!) She came over and gave me a hug! She realised how emotionally welled up I was. Ye I suck at holding those tears! Along with that came another revelation…Im getting married in a year<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> she announced…uffff…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The sacrificing part I was speaking about earlier was the way Im starting to lose my friends for marriage. Well the M word scares me off. Don’t know why that is<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> it just makes me feel really old. Talking about the Marriage part<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I recall the day when I went to my friend’s place and was talking to his mom. His mom and I were having a general conversation as to how long I’ll be working and what I’m planning to do in the future. And she just gave me a crooked smile and asked me<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> so… when you planning to get married (Hit the 20’s and this question never stops pouring). I assumed it was another casual talk<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and I replied ‘No Aunty<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> Getting married so fast is not on my list right now<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I’ll give it another three years. And getting married so fast means staying with the same guy for 3 years extra than you are actually supposed to...Isn’t that boring’!?(Was I questioning her as to how her married life was? Or was I telling her that it WAS Boring! I still wouldn’t know)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said that without any plausible break between her question and my answer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I always wonder why can’t I just answer to the point and shut up! I always tend to talk more than required. She gave me the weirdest look ever and since then I haven’t attempted to talk to her or neither has she. She never would want her son to hang out with me again! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well that’s not my fault! But the true fact is<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> anyway you are gonna live with that guy forever together and that’s<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>more than enough! Why extend 3 more years with him than necessary?? Being single for the last 3 years of your 100 years of life <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> before you get into the M shit is worth the singleton! That’s when you actually get to know what being single actually means!! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;">It’s always cute to have long and stable relationships. Cute is the only word which goes with it. But will you really be happy is what I wonder. Some people tend to keep the strings attached even though they are unhappy or they know that they are gonna end up that way. But some works out wonders like Miss G and Mister G. I really do admire them after all that they have faced and gotten over with. Congratulations Miss G. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;">P.S: The (my) one<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> if you’re reading this blog come up to me only after 3 years! I have many things running in my mind before I can spell committed (evil smile)!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-28363746501719722702011-06-09T23:32:00.000-07:002011-06-24T08:22:51.391-07:00Google Doodling!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"> IT was all over on my wall on facebook. Try this try that, try your name, listen how it sounds. I’m gonna become a guitarist. I wanna become famous so that I’m on Google doodle. These were a few conversations I had on my wall. Yes, it was the talk of the day. I actually did get messages on my phone asking me to check out the Google home page. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 14.25pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> One more logo which i was impressed about was the Martha Graham’s 117<sup>th</sup> Birthday logo. The animation looked so amazing that I had to click on it more than once to actually see the complexity involved in making it. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 14.25pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB">With his ragged clothes<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> a brown shirt which was an inch below his knee level<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> his hair dishevelled<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> a scar on his forehead<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> he stood there outside the crowded store<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> staring through the broken window pane which showcased the sweets in innumerable colours and varieties... He kept his hand on the glass<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> but was chased away by the shopkeeper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He sat down on the parapet wall close by where he could get a glimpse of all the sweets which was arranged neatly in a single file on the shelves. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">There came a man to the stores, in his 30’s, well –groomed and looked wealthy. He ordered for abundant assorted sweets.… He took out his wallet and paid him and was about to leave, and he felt some one pull his shirt from behind… it was the boy , the boy from the parapet wall; He stretched out a 100 Rs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>note from his hand and made a sign as that was a <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>note fallen down from the man’s wallet. He just took the note from the boy’s hand and without even showing an infinitesimal amount of gratitude he walked off. The boy ran behind him and pointed his finger at the bag of sweets the man was carrying, signifying him to give some sweets. The man pushed the little hands away and continued walking. The despondent boy returned to sit on his wall and resumed his position of staring at the unprocurable cluster of sweets.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9E0obUOgsYv_oMOUcPbON3n2q7NUmH8bdPcyrpZERmDzWqIUDgqgVQ0ghDDFWjZ3ezWrRr_6mmA_i3GK0bpUxWvuulYgVlM1JiX2rZC-ykRDqFycNBlzavTUv-zKxr72Hl3Y3gJ6m3hqg/s1600/begboy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9E0obUOgsYv_oMOUcPbON3n2q7NUmH8bdPcyrpZERmDzWqIUDgqgVQ0ghDDFWjZ3ezWrRr_6mmA_i3GK0bpUxWvuulYgVlM1JiX2rZC-ykRDqFycNBlzavTUv-zKxr72Hl3Y3gJ6m3hqg/s1600/begboy.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A little<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>girl watching all this event unfold<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>from a distance , sitting in her car<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>…she took a box of sweets which her dad had brought<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>for her and walked up to the boy and kept the sweets at his feet , the boy just grabbed the sweets and ran across the street<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and opened the box of sweets and gave it to his little brother who was lying down on the pavement, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>blind… the girl ran back<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>to her dad, who put his arms around her and gave her a hug for what she had done, his heart melted and he felt ashamed of his existence. He hung his head, but suddenly lifted it and smiled at the boy<b>...</b>..The boy’s eyes gleamed with happiness and it silently said thank you. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the dad who had recovered his lost 100 Rs note…. <span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
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</div></div>Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-23323099088949811142011-05-25T08:33:00.000-07:002011-06-04T21:33:11.545-07:00Via this route!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4_B-jrw6cmePjcDboZ332Mv5lzFEzCPXBQdSVLIAI7-X_fohHj3VyopoWqL5TmBEQiEdHyCN-wKi1kKgOVvVUWfTktny5nThO_KsO3xh6tt2KYNUlUs5LkcIW86s3xvPd9rPb7O3Rp6j/s1600/blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4_B-jrw6cmePjcDboZ332Mv5lzFEzCPXBQdSVLIAI7-X_fohHj3VyopoWqL5TmBEQiEdHyCN-wKi1kKgOVvVUWfTktny5nThO_KsO3xh6tt2KYNUlUs5LkcIW86s3xvPd9rPb7O3Rp6j/s320/blog2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Inception: Whitefield (5.30 pm)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Destination : RR Nagar (7pm to 7.30 pm<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> 8pm being the curfew)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">• Whitefield to <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Lake Road</st1:address></st1:street> via silk board</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">• Silk board to BTM via Axa building</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">• BTM to Banashankari via <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:city> Central</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">• <st1:place w:st="on">Lake</st1:place> Road to Banashankari via JP Nagar</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">• <st1:place w:st="on">Lake</st1:place> Road Shopper’s stop signal via gelato</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">• Root cause analysis – Fish bone diagram… You’ll figure out the intricacies involved in reaching our destination by the time the clock strikes 7. -</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">1) U turns- avoid</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">2) Silk board junction a complete NO-NO after 6.20 pm</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">3) Lake Road<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> especially during Fridays avoid!(Blame it on the malls)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">4) Matter of 100 mts<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> make the Petrol Bunk destination employees walk! (The petrol bunk employee complains<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> but obviously majority wins! Whining falls on deaf ears! She retreats)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">• Twenty questions- Play till you run out of personalities to think of<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> in the end keep your driver’s name as a personality you want others to guess <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname>otherwise repeat the same personality twice(when this trick was done <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> initially its hard to figure out as we would expect the personality wouldn’t repeat…But playing this thrice every week <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> you’ll will get used to all the traps laid!)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">• Meddle with your rubicks cube- The one which I can never find the solution for…top done<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> first layer done… in the the verge of completing the second layer<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> back to square one. Have to start all over again. Small attention span… thinking of other constructive alternative things to do.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">• Argue about which route to be taken<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> this never dies from the ‘things to do list’ Its been over 9 months since I’ve been taking the cab<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> say 9months *20working days which will be 180 days( according to my friend if I was pregnant when I joined the company<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I would have had a baby by now!! That’s how it was calculated!)<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> as I was saying 180 days<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> there were 180 different routes which we used to argue over<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> each of us wanted to take a different route hoping there would be less traffic via that route.Mr X would start…according to the research and statistics<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> today being a Monday<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> there would be less traffic at this junction <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> as per my intuition I did envision traffic via this route<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> so lets take the other … Finally everyone would round it off with the driver’s decision.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">1) Mr Major: Dint you get anything to eat today for the journey?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Miss Fresher: No<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I didn’t have time today<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> I was actually working!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Mr Major: I don’t understand what work you freshers would have… By the time the clock strikes 5<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> Your out of your seat.. You still would have half an hour until the cab leaves! I don’t find you anywhere…and you say you have work! Next time while coming get something to eat!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Miss Fresher: Initially tries to defend herself and shouts “I DID HAVE WORK”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Gives up<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> just nods her head and next time makes it a point to get something for the cab to munch on so that she doesn’t again get into a commotion with Mr. Major.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">2) Miss X: Hey I’ll tell you a joke</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Miss Fresher: (Excited) Yes yes! I’m so bored!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Miss X: There is a huge tree<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and it is completely surrounded by water <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> there is a pigeon.. a lonely pigeon<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> which is on a verge of laying eggs. But when it comes to a point of time where the eggs are gonna be layed...it takes off…. Now the question is… The egg still remains safe<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and it wont fall into the water<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> nor does it hit the ground… Its safe!! How is it possible??</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Miss Fresher: thinks <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname>thinking <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> thought …. Comes out with all possible nonsense answers….</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">a) The egg is boiled because of sweltering heat!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">b) The egg is tied to a paratchute so lands safe!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">c) This is so not a joke! I give up!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> Miss X: Are you sure? Okay here’s the answer!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> ‘The pigeon is in its boxers!’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">3) Miss X to Mister X: Your NOKIA bus is right behind our cab!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Mister X: I know ( blush blush)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Miss Fresher: What’s with the NOKIA cab??</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Miss X: Mister X had some girl admiring him from that cab at the traffic signals… Mister X would retort to the girl’s glances…Mister X went to US and since that day <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> the girl too vanished<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> Mister X returned <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> but the girl never returned. Since that day Mister X is looking forward for all the Nokia Buses <st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> His eyes searches for that girl every time that cab passes by. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">4) Miss clowny pants- You know what happened today….</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Miss fresher- Yes I do! I saw you coming to office at 10 in the morning<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and trying to segregate your accessories and getting back home before doing the actually 9 hours of work at office!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Miss clowny pants- pffffff……!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> Destination reached: 6.50pm (everyone in a roll of excitement!)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> Destination reached :7 pm( On time<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> not bad…could have made it earlier if we had come via that route)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> Destination reached: 7.30pm( Damn to Monday evenings<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> Its always the same! Damn the driver! Damn the via route!)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> Destination reached :8pm( Too tired to even argue about the causes of late arrival<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> Whatever! I at least reached home!)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> The following day<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> the hackneyed images of the myriad routes!! It’s a Routine unperturbed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div></div>Reshmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907107100500808182noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678555492073195052.post-10167172305293485882011-05-01T00:08:00.000-07:002011-06-04T09:57:29.843-07:00Almost proselytized!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Was actually trying to figure out what the right word was! Yes, Proselytize it is! Yes that's what exactly happened to me over the weekend when i decided to go on a photography spree all by myself.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> 5.30 am it was, when i suddenly woke up and decided to go out for a walk in lalbagh. The weather was perfect, partially drizzling, beautiful it was , Until the drizzles turned into thick drops of rain. That dint stop me, I put on my tracks and came out and the clouds started to clear. I was glad, cause my day had just begin!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I woke my friend early in the morning( and i was cursed for being disturbed!) and borrowed his camera ,and set out on my mission. Its not like Im a photographer, just an amateur.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I reached lalbagh and it was half past 6, i climbed the hill and fixed my camera lenses and started clicking pictures of everything around me. To begin with , the couples, the lonely man , the pigeons, the lonely tree, the eagle in its nest, until my lens focused on the three kids with white <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"> <b>taqiyah</b>,the rounded cap worn by muslim men.</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtQMN4GfZUUVSimFqjJE59YG09WiR0EBucM2RO9x_Wz-TieIylr9ZDv4nLcjcoBkCltGVjyTVYdDdSPsG1g925E3EIfSRTyWIUdhBySnQjYq0lm5Fcwh6WK7Ce6N6g2M1d7iHjGuHB0o_5/s1600/DSC08258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtQMN4GfZUUVSimFqjJE59YG09WiR0EBucM2RO9x_Wz-TieIylr9ZDv4nLcjcoBkCltGVjyTVYdDdSPsG1g925E3EIfSRTyWIUdhBySnQjYq0lm5Fcwh6WK7Ce6N6g2M1d7iHjGuHB0o_5/s320/DSC08258.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Him</b>-What does that do? What can you see in that?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Me</b>(smiled)- Come ova ill show you ( was trying to manage with the hindi i knew)!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"> I showed him as to how the camera works and his other companion also joined in. The third one seemed a little hesitant and later he joined his gang. And they requested me to click their picture and i showed them the previous picture i had clicked of them and they started giggling.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"> <b>The youngest</b>- So what is your name ? Do you come here everyday?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Me</b>- Im Reshma, i come here once in a while to click pictures ( which i actually dont)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Him</b>- why do u just click pictures?What kind of pictures do you click? For what joy?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Me</b>- I click pictures of nature and people like you! And put it on my desktop and admire the picture I've clicked!So its like a hobby ! When im bored i randomly go on clicking pictures of all the trees and birds and people playing around. Its the same way you guys love playing running and catching , I like clicking random pictures.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"> And I smiled! He smiled too!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Kid2</b>- So the same way we play games on the computers , like throwing stones and running around trees you just go on clicking pictures of the trees..I dont understand the whole point of it and burst out laughing , making fun of the whole idea of photography.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;">Older Kid( He seemed to be the controlling one of the other 2 kids)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"> So what do you do ? do u study ? which college do you go to?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Me</b>- I work , I just finish college and started to work. So which school do you'll study in?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Him</b>- We dont go to schools , we dont like them , People of different religion come there. And its not good. We are from bihar and our amma jaan teaches us , We have come to learn quran to bangalore, Ummah teaches us.( I dint know what Ummah was , and he was trying to explain me what exactly ummah meant, later i realised what he meant was the leader of the muslim community) . SO we learn everything from him.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"> When you went to school, did your class contain all students from different religion?? (He asked the question with a surprise look on his face, hoping my answer would be a NO!)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Me</b>- So what do you wanna be when u grow up</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Him</b>- I want to teach quran to people. The same way you people have pandits who recites mantras, I want to do the same thing , I want to teach people the importance of quran and all its teachings.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Me</b>- I am a hindu.But i beleive in all religions and I respect all of them and their principles.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Him</b>- How is it possible, for you to beleive in all religions? You have to believe in one and follow one religion.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;">If at all we speak like this with our ummah, he shouts at us and scolds us really badly. Anyway your name is Reshma, many muslim girls are named reshma, why dont u just convert yourself into muslim? ITs an easy process , all u have to do is recite some 4 stanzas in quran and you become a muslim.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b>Me</b>: just smiled…. I actually never gave it a thought... But don’t you’ll want to become engineers and doctors like us?</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b>Him</b>: I don’t know about that...We could do that as well. But we love what we are doing right now; in future we’ll give it a thought </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuEto3aRvWRzoPJEUTmuAO7L-AvK7xMO6hzxeqm3qDKqhcfAE3GObHYgzDLV4drvr1nzmqmouCYYZpgjtintB9jExONF2eh7jB_ei-3k3yHmc1b1l2gzxx7fA5-EASqszc2MJo1ditbj1w/s1600/DSC08187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuEto3aRvWRzoPJEUTmuAO7L-AvK7xMO6hzxeqm3qDKqhcfAE3GObHYgzDLV4drvr1nzmqmouCYYZpgjtintB9jExONF2eh7jB_ei-3k3yHmc1b1l2gzxx7fA5-EASqszc2MJo1ditbj1w/s320/DSC08187.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span lang="EN-GB"> Well the conversation continued... It did go a little profound… He became quite <strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">astute</span></strong> at playing his tune about the religion. When it’s always about a religion<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> its bound to hit the odds. The talk did continue for about an hour<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> but that dint stop me from listening to their views. They were really excited in trying to explain me each and every ritual they followed…Though it never seemed to end...I had all my ears open for it.. I did get to know a lot<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> as to how intense people really believe in them<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> and no talks could manipulate their minds. That’s how intense it sounded. How wrong or right it is to inculcate such convoluted thoughts into young minds is not what I would be complaining about. It’s just that imparting them that those teachings are the only lines they need for surviving the future is what I was trying to elucidate on. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span lang="EN-GB"> Every religion has its plight. And everyone will definitely follow in those traits<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> the one thing which is always respected and always will be respected and that cannot be erased. There are certain things that have been going on for myriad of years and we certainly do not have the complete explanation to what happens in our daily lives </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span lang="EN-GB"> That evening I went over to my friend’s and was making them listen to my morning encounter with the lads<st1:personname w:st="on">,</st1:personname> it started all over again. It was a topic of discussion which never lost or will lose its significance... An indecisive discussion of intricacies of religion and beliefs!</span></span><br />
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