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Two basic things that define our generation:

1. Jeans



2. Maggi Noodles



Source: After a deep(ok!!so maybe not that deep!) and lengthy discussion over coffee with colleagues.

Oh.. the horror

Its dirty and has very scary looking teeth.



I'm not a big fan of dogs. Mainly because I am scared of them more than I am of.. oh, I don't know.. an axe murderer?!?. Until a while ago, it used to border on phobia. Then I started learning how to ignore them and they ignored me too. I would be indifferent if they minded their own business and stayed away from me. I even found the little ones cute (from a distance).

Today morning, I was standing in my usual spot waiting for my ride to work. I thought I was safely standing a good 50 ft away from a usual pack of stray dogs that hang out in that area. They were sleepy and scratchy. Then suddenly, as if they sniffed something in the air, all of them got up and charged at the traffic. Only to realise later that it was nothing and that they should go back to sleep.

But just like most things in my life that tend to go wrong, one dog caught sight of me and came charging and barking at me. Now, you know how people say that you shouldn't panic when a dog barks at you?. Well, I panicked. I panicked and screamed in a voice that closely resembled an opera singer's. I think that irritated the dog more. And it came closer to me and I started backing up into the traffic in my state pf shock/fear/"somebody shoot this dog" panic. To put it mildly, a car almost hit me. The poor driver didn't even know how to scream at me for being so stupid seeing I was already all shook up thanks to the dog who still didn't SHUT UP! So he turned his car towards the dog to shoo it away, stayed with me till my ride came. Bless that man.

But now, I HATE dogs. And I don't want rabies. Right now, I'm picturing myself with a hunting gun shooting the crap out of that stupid pack of dogs. And I know that some animal rights activist might give me a hard time that I even said something like that. Maybe later, I'll not want them dead, just abducted by aliens or whisked away by the Pied Piper. But never will I want them chasing after me. That's just horror movie material.

The little things that make you happy

Perk Poppers and Appy Fizz. I finished 2 bags of Perk Poppers during lunch.
And those round little chocolate yummies are one of my all time favourites.

Remember Cadbury's Nutties? Back from 1990s? Came in a little red box? It tastes exactly the same. I'm so glad Cadbury's relaunched it.


Best idea ever. Retro never goes out of style ..err..taste:D

Made me forget what a horrible day I was having. At one point, I wanted to throw the whole computer on the floor and stomp the living daylights out of that stupid box. Instead, I went to Big Bazaar and came back armed with 2 bags of Poppers and a bottle of Appy Fizz, grinning ear to ear.

Oh happy days!

For the first time

...in a very long time. I'm very very excited. No. I don't think I emphasized enough how EXCITED I am. I am VERY VERY excited. :P
After having spent more then 3 years as a paying guest in a 3 bedroom flat where everything is taken care of, I got tired of it. The place was very homely and clean and well kept. It was like living in a serviced apartment. The reason I stayed there was because it reminded me of my home back in Chennai. But I got tired of the rules and not being able to have friends over and the constant visit to the damned laundry service and most importantly.. the food. I got very tired of the food. And then the clock struck 12 at midnight and the carriage turned into a pumpkin and everything got shot to hell.

So then I said.. screw the damned pumpkin carriage and decided to get myself a carriage made of Titanium .aka. my own flat. The Fairy Godmother can sit on it!

This is where time stopped being linear altogether. I was looking at houses for only 4 days. But it seemed like I had been at it forever. And after (4)days of looking at houses that resembled slightly improved slums and fretting and crying and (possibly) driving my friends mad, I found a place that suited all my requirements.

Main road, respectable apartment building, 24 hr security, big furnished room with my OWN bathroom, all other house hold processes already in place and bang opposite my old office building. Other things that are nice about the place are the swimming pool, the lawn outside my new flat and (I'm told) a little gym.

All of the things I have said before are not the reasons for my extreme excitement.

For a while now, I have wanted to try my hand at designing a living space. Now that I have my own place, I can finally design and accessorize my room the way I please. Free hand. No questions. And that is making me a little giddy with excitement. I cant stop looking for new design ideas online and can't wait to hit the home stores. I can almost see the curtains and the the rugs in my mind.

Ok. Now I'm going to stop drooling all over this web page. And once again, peace and order is restored in a land called Chaotic-resh-land.

P.S: For all those who haven't figured out if God exists, take it from me. There is God. All you have to do to find Him is cry for 4 days straight :D And don't worry. Its not because God is cruel. Its because I believe that my tears evaporated and went into the water cycle only to become rain for somewhere else. So over all, we all win.

P.P.S: :D

I will take it personally

I am sick and tired of all the "Bangaloreans" whining about the culture degradation and population and pollution and bla bla bla.. For Christ's sake, will you can it already and find it in your brain (no matter how remote) to channel some rationalism?

My entire life, I have never stayed in one place. My father was in the Army and I moved a lot. A LOT! I never had a real home. I made home wherever I was. I never had a problem adjusting to the people and picking up languages. I never felt out of place. I always felt at home. Because everywhere I went, it was my COUNTRY. And no North Indian was biased against me because I was a South Indian (or what they like to call "Madrasis"). That never got in my way because I always found a way to prove I was good (I don't mean to sound pompous. But you have to understand the pressure of constant change and coping and getting people to accept you).

But you know where I have felt the most out of place? In my own part of the country. South India. Bangalore.

When I moved to Bangalore, I always thought of this place where no one will feel out of place. Because there are all kinds of people here. It was thought of as a veritable melting-pot; of cultures, languages and people (Indians and expatriates). It symbolised all the true shades of secularism, not just its literal religious implications.

I know 4 year isn't a very long time to say much about a place. But I do know when an attitude starts to stink. It takes no time to realize that!

When people cried "culture degradation", I admit that most educated people realised it was all a political gimmick. But can someone "cultured" tell me which part of our culture professes beating up women? In my opinion, all the inflow of culture and ideas has only made the stand of the WOMAN in the India, stronger. Uneducated minions of political buffoons (like Muthalik), the whole lot have the IQ of a fly. They can never begin to understand what a powerful woman is. They never got slapped hard enough by their mommies when they were little. Let me point out that retaliation for the whole episode was started by a NON-Bangalorean. Nisha Susan, a journalist form New Delhi.

Then people cried "population". So can someone please tell me who opened the gates of Bangalore to let in the Conglomerates and MNCs? Im sorry, I don't have the intelligence to match the great economically driven Governments. Oh wait a sec!! I do have a little intelligence. So the answer is - The Government. When they wanted people to work for the BIG companies, who gave them the OK to bring people in? The Government. When the State was rolling in money and middle class ruled, who clapped their hands? The Government and WE ALL DID. But when the city couldnt take its explosion anymore, what did the geniuses in The Government do? They sent hooligans to beat up anyone who didn't speak Kannada and stood outside a club (which by the way, they gave the permit to run). And made the outsiders look like the culprits. I heard this somewhere and i think it holds true here - "The Devil's biggest trick was to convince the world he didn't exist". BUT HE DOES. And he is in all those who point fingers at others for mistakes they didn't anticipate.

Then the people cried "language". Kannada. I have a lot of respect for all who speak the language. And as I said earlier, I have always been in places where I did have to learn the language of the state. I have done it before. I'm doing it now. But when will the people learn to respect their country's national language. Hindi. I accuse all states who haven't made the effort to learn it. And all people who condemn it. I am an Indian before I am a Tamilian or Kannadiga or Malayalee or Bihari or whatever. And I wish people would realise that. I am scared to speak in Hindi to an autowala for fear of which one will turn back and start lecturing me on how outsiders have ruined their city.

Then the people cried "pollution". Which city in the world isn't battling pollution? But its the choices we make that makes the difference. We live in a big BIG city. And getting around is hard. No one wants to take public transport because of its sorry state. Everyone has a bike or a car. But our choices affects the environment. My friends made fun of me when I spoke of buying the Tata Nano. Its a brilliant car, efficient design and effective in terms of mileage and exhaust. But everyone wants the Big car with the muscle and close to nothing mileage.

If I didn't have the job I have now(Thanks to the MNCs) and sat at home all day, I would never have come to Bangalore to degrade their culture and add to their population and made money (for me and them). If I don't have the money, I wouldn't plan on buying the big car which added to the pollution. So there you go! The answer to all your problems is... a screeching Economic halt. (Drum rolls please! We have a eureka moment here! )

But wait a sec, people still want the money! What a pickle! (Stop the Drum rolls!)

This city is a tiny little speck in a huge country called India. And I support whatever steps we must take to make this city better. But if someone points a finger and says "Outsiders are the problem", then that's no lesser than any other form of racial terrorism. I'm an part of the problem just as much as the next guy. My life is just as difficult. But I do not agree with this whole new way of breaking the whole country up into little pieces in the name of culture, language, and whatever other criteria they can come up with. This is my way of speaking up. I have put it out there on the internet as a record.

I will not kiss Bangalore's butt JUST because im not from here. I will call a spade, a spade! I am presently a part of this city and cannot contribute to the solution for the city if people like me are treated as part of the problem (Added after comment from "Bangalore Resident" who clearly missed my point)


This little excerpt from the book "A Thing Beyond Forever" by Novoneel Chakraborty will probably sum up the "Outsider" perspective better than anything I have said before:

A conversation between an MBA and a 'struggling actor'. The MBA advises the struggler to first get a job and this is what the actor replies:
"Have you ever seen a star studded sky?

Why, yes.

You may like the star just above your head or the one in the right or to the left perhaps but you got no right to question why the star to the left is in the left.

I believe the point of our living is to find the coordinates where we know we belong and respect it irrespective of whatever difficulties or humiliation we encounter."

P.S: If you are reading this sentence, Thanks for sticking around and listening! :)

Lessons learnt from "Confessions of a Shopoholic"

And as God is my witness.. It thought it was hilarious!
I think all the boys I went with, really learnt something (Stop rolling your eyes).
Me on the other hand, I am not much of a shopper (I said.. stop rolling those eyes! :P)

The net worth of the clothes worn by the boys who accompanied us was staggeringly high. I mean the whole nine yards.. D&G belt, Calvin Klien shorts(probably).. the works. I dont even want to start with the brands of their shirts and jeans.

Makes me feel frugal :D (Stop throwing stuff at me!)

On the other hand, I think I prefer the boys in brands. It would be quite funny if they were wearing jeans branded "Rockshtar Jean-pant" with a giant dragon design on the back pocket!

Frugal me.. buys most stuff on sales. I attempted (and in vain!) to try and find somethings during the last sale. And believe me, they looked like maternity clothes to me. So I bought nothing. (Dont throw my stilletos at me! they're new!!)

P.S': The weekend was pretty good for the most part. If I choose to ignore some specific parts of it, it might actually qualify as a "oh-my-god-that-was-super-fun" weekend.

Recession

I sit at a desk right outside the cabin of the VP of my company's development division in India. And from yesterday, I have been watching people come and take a seat on the couch outside his cabin and wait for him see them. I didn't realise what was happening yesterday because of earphones and work.

Today morning I was told that 18 people were laid off yesterday from my facility. And that just on one floor. Some of whom I had said hi to just that morning while at breakfast.

I know that recession has been on for a while and that people have been losing jobs worldwide.
But it hit me only today!

Another guy, all teary faced, came and took a seat on the couch today.

And now, courtesy my damned seating location, I'm getting a front row view of the panic and fear and sadness on the faces of the people who were unfortunate enough to be called to the VP's cabin. Only to be escorted out of the building soon after like a felon.

I grew up as an Army child. And the only time I have ever heard of anyone being escorted out that disgracefully, is when they have been courtmarshalled. If you have preformed a serious and criminal offense against the Govt or people of India.

What's the average software engineer's or person's crime? Working their asses off to please often unpleasant superiors?

I don't like Corporations and I don't like it when deserving people get fired. I especially don't like my seat..

My Hattrick - where's my Hat?

Merriam Webster definition:
Main Entry : hat trick
Function : noun
Etymology : probably from the former practice of rewarding the feat with the gift of a hat
Date : 1877

1 : the retiring of three batsmen with three consecutive balls by a bowler in cricket
or
2 : the scoring of three goals in one game (as of hockey or soccer) by a single player
or
3 : a series of three victories, successes, or related accomplishments

Highway Rhapsodies definition:
Main Entry : hat trick
Function : to remind me of how stupid I can be
Etymology : probably from the day my geography teacher made me wear a "DUFUS" hat in 5th standard for not doing my homework(for the 3rd time) and made me stand in the corridor for God, the disapproving nuns, the laughing children and all His other holy creatures to see.
Date : 1994-till however long I continue to be stupid.

1 : 3 years lived by one person
and
2 : 3 people made friends by one person
and
3 : 3 complete disasters said person got caught in in said 3 years with said three "friends".

I'm just terrible with people.

This year my hat looks like this:


If this ever happens to me again, i'll be wearing this on my head as a hat:

Fed Up!

I am fed up of people who run around thinking you owe them a responsibility greater than being their friend.
Who don't realise that their actions not only make a huge impact on your own life, but also capable of embarrassing one in front of family.
Who think that they are entitled to disrupt delicate and deliberately maintained as aloof relationships you have had with people and make it a joke.
Who know that they are doing all of the above, and still go ahead and do it!

I refuse to apologise for reasons that tie me down. And if a friend cant understand that, then..

Get a clue!!

Good Byeee 6:30 am.. Helloooo 7 am..

After a long (i would add more 'o's to the "long".. but i think i overused the extra alphabets per word quota today with the title!!) stint at whitefield, I am heading back to my home office. Where my window seat has the direct view of the new construction and traffic clogged roads. Beautiful huh! Wait.. did I forget to mention that I can also see a tree? It has one leaf.

Jokes apart, Im really glad im heading back coz
a) Its my home office. Its where I can throw myself on the floor and throw tantrums and people would just step over me and go about their work.
b) I get to sleep a GLORIOUS half hour more.
c) I have been on this project from Sept 2007. I think I need a change. Like Flame throwing or something.
d) Because if one more person says MRP or VAT.. I'll scream!!!! (Retail terminology related to my product.. dont bother)
e) Because i will finally have the time to pick up that new Product my manager has been asking me to dive into. And may i add, is still patiently waiting for me to jump!
f) Because i can drink coffee.. from a real porcelein cup.. again!

Im hoping new work brings me inspiration. And also hoping, my company gives me more money :D

2009.. Bring me back!

The last few days i have been too distracted for writing anything intelligent. Courtesy New year's eve and Secret Santa and catching up with friends over the weekend.

Now that i feel i have collected myself.. I will utter my first intelligent words for 2009.. Bla mlu ge floof! :P And now i feel so much better.

The most dominating feeling I had when the count down to 2009 began was RELIEF; that it was over and will never happen to me again :) Amongst other feelings of loss, finding myself (or whatever it is that i found), distance, asserting myself (which i haven't done in ages) and disconnect.

I loved the way we brought in the New Year this time. It was exactly the way i had wanted it to be. I'm sorry that some other friends of mine could not join us and I just want them to know that i missed them :)



I know that New year calls for cheesy resolutions. And who am i to break the order of things created by God and His people? :D So here goes:

1. Lose 'x' kilos ( x is a variable that i will set at the end of the year based on how much i have actually lost) :D
2. Be more patient (Lord knows how!!)
3. Keep problems to myself. Even if the problem is with my own Fairy Godmother.
4. Do something extra special for friends and family who get me :)
5. Maybe learn a dance form (and this one is optional)


I wish for everyone that they figure out where they are going and that 2009 will bring them the luck and direction we are all hoping we get.

Have a wonderful year.. to everyone.. and me!

Because every family has a rat

What does one do who when a nosey relative tries to tell your mom that staying away from home is spoiling your child?

In all honesty, I deeply dislike this particular relative of mine. I find her stuck up and rather conservative. Also, she is infamous for putting her nose where it doesnt belong. Like this instance.

I know that most families have atleast one such character amongst them. You agree to see them only because your parents force you to and in every family function, you try your level best to dodge them each time they come near you.

No matter how much we blame the generation gap for differences between us and our parents, I have to admit that at some basic blueprint level, we're exactly like them. What's unfortunate is that the children of this annoying relative of mine are exactly like her. They somehow think its alright for them to be nosey because their parents do it.

I dont appreciate when people question my lifestyle choices. I especially dont appreciate when they question my parents for my lifestyle choices.

I sure was glad when my mom put her in her place by telling her that she has complete faith in me and that she wasnt worried.

So coming back to the original question- What does one do with such relatives?
If i were living in the medieval times, i would have called her a witch and watched the people burn her. Thats how much I dislike her.

But since im not in medieval ages and since her tadle-tale children are on my friends list in public forums, i have barred them from seeing any information or photos of mine; even though they are friends. And I hate blocking friends. I think its immature. But with weird family, i think its OK to bend the rules a little.

You know what I don't get.. Almost every person in my family is cool and open minded. How this one turned out to be a bad apple, I fail to understand. But if you're reading this, you are most probably thinking the same of atleast one such person in your family.

All I want for Christmas :D

The last few days, I have been running around making my pockets lighter and seeing doctors to fix
a) my tooth
b) wat appears by be my unstoppable ability to generate phlegm.
Yes!! Ur right! I'm very sexy and you know it :D

Turns out, I have Sinus problems. My doc says that such respiratory problems happen to people within 2-3 yrs of moving to Bangalore(esp if they come from warmer places). Now my eyebrows and cheekbones feel congested all the time. It feels like someone punched me and i haven't recovered.
I'm one decibel shy of a migraine all the time.

On another note, I sure am glad this year is coming to a close. It was an awfully long year with not-so-many wonderful things in it. In fact, some of the things that happened this year were down right awful. But im not going to mope about that here. Ill do that in my room with a huge box of tissues for my sinus discharges (don't think i cant see you making that face!! :P) and a huge migraine pill.
Like some teacher in school many many centuries ago once said "there's no use crying over spilled milk" ... or was it split milk.. i could never tell.

So one good thing we're doing towards the close of this year is "Secret Santa". Its fun how you can ask anybody in the group absolutely illogical questions to down right idiotic ones. And play along when someone asks you the same.

All I want for Christmas this year is Johnny Depp as Captain Sparrow in the Pirates of the Caribbean costume running towards me with his arms and legs flailing about. I want to roll on the floor and laugh when i imagine it. Feel free to not laugh should you not find my fantasy funny :P

And the list of things I want for the new year are unending. Hopefully, im going to get atleast 5 of them :D
I wont tell which ones coz i don't want to jinx them.

Survivor

Hats off to the NSG boys for doing such a brilliant save. The whole country is proud.
What a wonderful sight it was to see them smiling when they came out.

I wish all the anti-social elements everywhere would learn what love for one's country and its people means - from them.

Control

Over the last few months, I have been working under circumstances where I am forced to work with teams who can only grant me limited access to things i have to do..Due to processes.. Things that i have always worked with full privileges.

And when you work ur butt off trying to make your work perfect and everything in proper place, the teams you are dependent on goes and screws things up. Its not that i dont like what i do. I love it. But it makes me mad as hell that every stage of my work is not executed by me. That I'm not in control till the end. That my work will not be perfect if ignorant people get their messy hands into it. Wrecks it!

Infuriating!!!

I have always wanted full control over anything I do.. personal or professional. Its so maddening that the things I do for the better part of my day during the week are the exact things I dont have full control over.

And this is especially inconvenient when I lose my temper. My friend told me to count upto "10 sheep jumping over the fence" and then talk, when I lose my temper.

I have not practiced it yet since when I'm that angry, all I want is to shove the fool's head in a can of smelly sea weed.

Conversation over lunch

A - S has put a really funny status message on gtalk
R - What is it?
A - What came first- Chicken or the egg?
R - What?
A - Chicken. Coz God would have looked stupid sitting on an egg.. (And she grins)

R meanwhile continues to look confused..After some thought she says..

R - But why would God look any less sillier sitting on a chicken??

A looks like she's about to stab herself with her fork and says..

A - U didnt not just say that!!??

Bibliography:
Haas - For using his style of writing conversations :P
Suntrupth - For putting that status message that proved to the world that I wear a black wig that covers my blonde hair
Myself - For being such a sport

Anyone wants a black wig with bouncy wavy hair? I dont need it anymore.. I am finally free to be silly.. :P

Dreaming of !Butterflies

Its late.. I'm really tired. And I'm writing a post about how I cant go to sleep. Yes.. Ms.Im-too-cool-U-dont-scare-me strikes again.. ugghh! If you see her.. please give her two tight slaps for me. She totally deserves it! You will know why in a few minutes.

I cant sleep because all of a sudden I have become scared of dreaming. The minute I think of something/someone unpleasant before sleeping, Bam!! I get nightmares. Really bad ones. I wake up in the morning feeling like i got hit by a truck and walking around like the Christmas Grinch. Snapping at people, making mistakes, totally neurotic.

And if the thoughts before sleep are happy ones, then.. oh hold thy breath!! blank!
Why cant I have dreams about being a superhero or a millionaire or winning the Nobel prize. OK OK.. maybe that's asking too much.. How about a simple garden with lots of flowers.. that sound reasonable? But nooo.. it has to be Grinch-syndrome dreams.

So if you see her.. Slap her!

I know there is a simple explanation.. maybe change my pillow.. eat an apple a day..or(my favourite option at the moment) knock myself unconscious when im ready to sleep.

Fear I shall not!

This one really freaked me out!

And 3 lil sentences are all it took

Did it blow the wind out of u?

Pop! goes the weasel

There are things you would talk about (without inhibitions) and things you dont want to talk about. The latter does not necessarily classify as a secret. Rather, doesnt it classify as a choice?

Because in my head, a secret is defined as a concept used only by High school children and Under Cover agents in espionage movies.

Having said that, recently I had the profound feeling of relief when I divulged the details of a rather unpleasant experience to a friend of mine. The incident had stayed successfully sealed and unspoken about for over a year. And the friend was someone whom I shared mostly everything with.

That feeling of relief came as a surprise to me and the whole incident was a surprise to my unsuspecting friend. Letting her know seemed like some load was lifted off my chest. I instantly felt like someone was there to keep my head straight if couldn't do it myself. Simultaneously, I felt guilty to having kept this silent charade for so long.

Among friends, should there be "classification of information"?

Bored

Saw the movie,Get Smart, last night with a bunch of friends. While I was trying to do salsa to the staccato of the rain ruining our supposed-to-be-fun evening, one of my other bored friends looked online for the movies screening in namma Bengalooru. Needless to say that the ones that were running could have put a fly to sleep. The only one running that seemed somewhat watchable and least likely to employ my slowly-rotting brain in an intellectual workout (yuck!! i hate that word), was Get Smart.

I was told that Rotten Tomatoes rates the movie at 53%. Well, I can tell you this... its exactly how much that movie should be rated.. Not one extra rotten tomato more ( or less.. maybe..something like that) :P

One more thing that I learnt.. the Chanel logo.. (Dont snicker u snobs!!!.. This is India... we dont have Chanel... we have hungry, homeless children running around and doing poopoo on the sidewalks..beat that!! India Shining :D eh?)

Observation:
My left shoe makes squeaky noises while I walk on carpet and my right shoe makes squeaky noises while I walk on tile..Hmmmm. I wonder if I should write a poem on that!?!