Someone told me.. "Happiness is a conscious decision and not an automatic state of mind"..
And I thought, If I have to make a decision to be happy, that's exactly what I would call a compromise. And to me compromise and happiness never go hand in hand. Happiness has to be and should be an automatic state of mind.
If I had to make conscious efforts to be happy, then clearly I am not!
P.S: And not being happy DOES NOT translate to being unhappy! There is a state called nuetral (or indifferent), where I am most of the time and trust me.. it's comfortable.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I m tired...
Oh God, I am tired and like how...
I am dealing with fools, and fools who think they are smart!
There are people who ARE smart,
then there are those who THINK they are smart,
and then there are those who ACT really smart.
I don't know which ones are more injurious to your health - the 2nd or the 3rd kind! I think a combination of 2 and 3 is absolutely lethal - and that's exactly what I am struggling with right now!
Not that I don't know how to set it right, just that I am avoiding taking any extreme measures at the moment. Don't know how long will my patience last.
I am dealing with fools, and fools who think they are smart!
There are people who ARE smart,
then there are those who THINK they are smart,
and then there are those who ACT really smart.
I don't know which ones are more injurious to your health - the 2nd or the 3rd kind! I think a combination of 2 and 3 is absolutely lethal - and that's exactly what I am struggling with right now!
Not that I don't know how to set it right, just that I am avoiding taking any extreme measures at the moment. Don't know how long will my patience last.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Irony!
What do you say to a boss who calls for a meeting when you have packed up, talks for 45 minutes, spends time talking on his phone while 5 others wait for him to finish, and as soon as you have a point to make, tells you "can you please make it fast, I have lots of work to do. Our problem is that we talk a lot in meetings."
Well, if it was anywhere else, I could have slapped and walked out. But I guess you have to be more patient with your boss than your husband.
That's the irony of life.
Well, if it was anywhere else, I could have slapped and walked out. But I guess you have to be more patient with your boss than your husband.
That's the irony of life.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
i am back
Finally I am back. Dunno for how long, but today I just had to scribble something... Whatever...
Its been a long time... A lot has changed... Some for the better... But that's not what is important here. And some of it too important to mention...
Life has changed dramatically for a sweet reason. But that isn't the reason I am back.
Someone at work (now under regular circumstances someone would think more than twice before coming upto me and say something like that) suggested that I read a book called "the secret". I admit that had never heard of this book before (I am not much of a reader and we all know that) so I googled about the book on my way back home this evening. Couldn't get detailed information coz was googling on phone, but I could get a fair idea on what the book was all about.
"reading this book will improve your life and your relationships dramatically.... " blah blah it said.
And I wondered what prompted this gentleman to walk upto me and suggest this book to me? Has my irritation become so fucking obvious that random people can suggest ways of improving my life? Maybe... Its possible...
And I thot that I was better off when I was here... I shouldn't have cared a damn about what anyone thought of what I wrote...I was a much pleasant person back then. This is my space and this is where I belong.
So here I am.. I am back.. And I care a fuck!!
Its been a long time... A lot has changed... Some for the better... But that's not what is important here. And some of it too important to mention...
Life has changed dramatically for a sweet reason. But that isn't the reason I am back.
Someone at work (now under regular circumstances someone would think more than twice before coming upto me and say something like that) suggested that I read a book called "the secret". I admit that had never heard of this book before (I am not much of a reader and we all know that) so I googled about the book on my way back home this evening. Couldn't get detailed information coz was googling on phone, but I could get a fair idea on what the book was all about.
"reading this book will improve your life and your relationships dramatically.... " blah blah it said.
And I wondered what prompted this gentleman to walk upto me and suggest this book to me? Has my irritation become so fucking obvious that random people can suggest ways of improving my life? Maybe... Its possible...
And I thot that I was better off when I was here... I shouldn't have cared a damn about what anyone thought of what I wrote...I was a much pleasant person back then. This is my space and this is where I belong.
So here I am.. I am back.. And I care a fuck!!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Adios.....
I am abandoning this space... well, abandoning may not be the right word, deserting.. or closing.. or shutting down.. or whatever is the word that is used for blogs... the fact remains.. this is the last post... I do not wish to write any more, I do not wish to talk any more, I do not wish to opine anymore.
The reason this space came into existance was, coz I wanted to voice my opinions, express my thoughts, share me feelings.. with no one in particular.. maybe with myself. The space was an attempt at me-time.
What this space turned out to be in due course is people reading what I write, interpreting it in ways they would like, and judging me. I could possibly stand up and say, like I always do, that I care a F&^k about people's judgements, but this time I won't, coz I do.
Expressing yourself is not such a good idea after all. Expressing yourself to someone who doesn't really care, is absolutely fatal.
So here are my goodbyes... and many thanks for the patience and tolerance that you have shown towards me in all these years. I would like you to know that I really appreciate.
I don't know when I will see you again, I don't even know IF I will ever see you again.
The reason this space came into existance was, coz I wanted to voice my opinions, express my thoughts, share me feelings.. with no one in particular.. maybe with myself. The space was an attempt at me-time.
What this space turned out to be in due course is people reading what I write, interpreting it in ways they would like, and judging me. I could possibly stand up and say, like I always do, that I care a F&^k about people's judgements, but this time I won't, coz I do.
Expressing yourself is not such a good idea after all. Expressing yourself to someone who doesn't really care, is absolutely fatal.
So here are my goodbyes... and many thanks for the patience and tolerance that you have shown towards me in all these years. I would like you to know that I really appreciate.
I don't know when I will see you again, I don't even know IF I will ever see you again.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
Blood is thicker than water...
.. And I believe in it like never before.
Some things never change, and some things do.
But life goes on.. Or maybe it doesn't... Who cares anymore!
Some things never change, and some things do.
But life goes on.. Or maybe it doesn't... Who cares anymore!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
What’s the difference?
A father and daughter were crossing a bridge.
The father said, “Hold my hand, the water is dangerous”.
The daughter replied, “No dad, you hold my hand”
“What’s the difference?” Dad wanted to know.
The daughter said, “If I hold your hand, and something happens I might let go coz I am scared. But I know for sure that you won’t let go of my hand, whatever may come”
Well, there isn’t much difference in who holds the hand, but there is a helluva lot of difference!!
The father said, “Hold my hand, the water is dangerous”.
The daughter replied, “No dad, you hold my hand”
“What’s the difference?” Dad wanted to know.
The daughter said, “If I hold your hand, and something happens I might let go coz I am scared. But I know for sure that you won’t let go of my hand, whatever may come”
Well, there isn’t much difference in who holds the hand, but there is a helluva lot of difference!!
Monday, May 26, 2008
First thoughts!
I got tagged by Suruchi.. so I shall do this, and try to be as honest as I can.
As per the tag,you have to write the first thing that comes to your mind when you read first two words!
I AM: a Bitch
I WANT: Everything
I HAVE: Nothing
I WISH: To be alone at times
I HATE: Being tied down
I FEAR: Losing
I SEARCH: Peace
I WONDER: Main aisi kyu hun?
I REGRET: Nothing
I LOVE: Myself
I ALWAYS: Eat, drink and be merry
I AM NOT: Nice
I DANCE: Often
I SING: More often
I CRY: Rarely
I WRITE: to vent
I WON: No, I lost
I AM CONFUSED: Yes I am
I NEED: Peace and clarity
I SHOULD: lose some weight
THE LAST THOUGHT I GO TO SLEEP WITH IS: Hopefully tomorrow will be different!
As per the tag,you have to write the first thing that comes to your mind when you read first two words!
I AM: a Bitch
I WANT: Everything
I HAVE: Nothing
I WISH: To be alone at times
I HATE: Being tied down
I FEAR: Losing
I SEARCH: Peace
I WONDER: Main aisi kyu hun?
I REGRET: Nothing
I LOVE: Myself
I ALWAYS: Eat, drink and be merry
I AM NOT: Nice
I DANCE: Often
I SING: More often
I CRY: Rarely
I WRITE: to vent
I WON: No, I lost
I AM CONFUSED: Yes I am
I NEED: Peace and clarity
I SHOULD: lose some weight
THE LAST THOUGHT I GO TO SLEEP WITH IS: Hopefully tomorrow will be different!
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Women on Top!
No, this post isn't about the "women on top" position.....
This is about the "women on top positions"... actually on why most women don't make it to the top positions in their career!!!
1. When the guy gets promoted, he is promised gifts back home (as a token of appreciation and happiness). When a woman gets promoted, she is asked, "So more work, huh? (lesser time at home)!
2. When a guy is globe trotting, it is a matter of pride for the family. When a woman is globe trotting, she isn't paying much attention at home, and has her priorities messed up!
3. When a guys gets a raise, it's celebration time. When a woman gets a raise, it just means she is money-minded!
4. A guy never has to worry about calling the maid during office hours, to find a replacement when the maid is on a vacation!
5. A guy almost never has to tell his boss, that he can't attend the evening meeting coz the maid hasn't come in to cook today!
6. When a guy comes in late to office cos he had to take his family somewhere, people think, "how cute, he is a true family man". When a womam comes in late, it's, "Oh again? All well?"
7. You never have anyone asking a guy, "Why do you have to work, when your spouse earns enough?"
8. You don't have 10,000 people telling a guy how his family should always be a priority!
9. When you tell a guy "Man, you are lucky to have a wife who accomodates your hectic work life", it is supposed to be appreciative. When you tell a woman, how lucky she is to have a husband who accomodates, it is meant to be derogatory (almost always implying that the woman should work on setting it straight!)
10. A man can carry the work tensions home, coz after all behind every successful man, there's a woman. When a woman carries work tensions home, she is upsetting the home environment! Am yet to hear about a man behind the successful woman!
This is about the "women on top positions"... actually on why most women don't make it to the top positions in their career!!!
1. When the guy gets promoted, he is promised gifts back home (as a token of appreciation and happiness). When a woman gets promoted, she is asked, "So more work, huh? (lesser time at home)!
2. When a guy is globe trotting, it is a matter of pride for the family. When a woman is globe trotting, she isn't paying much attention at home, and has her priorities messed up!
3. When a guys gets a raise, it's celebration time. When a woman gets a raise, it just means she is money-minded!
4. A guy never has to worry about calling the maid during office hours, to find a replacement when the maid is on a vacation!
5. A guy almost never has to tell his boss, that he can't attend the evening meeting coz the maid hasn't come in to cook today!
6. When a guy comes in late to office cos he had to take his family somewhere, people think, "how cute, he is a true family man". When a womam comes in late, it's, "Oh again? All well?"
7. You never have anyone asking a guy, "Why do you have to work, when your spouse earns enough?"
8. You don't have 10,000 people telling a guy how his family should always be a priority!
9. When you tell a guy "Man, you are lucky to have a wife who accomodates your hectic work life", it is supposed to be appreciative. When you tell a woman, how lucky she is to have a husband who accomodates, it is meant to be derogatory (almost always implying that the woman should work on setting it straight!)
10. A man can carry the work tensions home, coz after all behind every successful man, there's a woman. When a woman carries work tensions home, she is upsetting the home environment! Am yet to hear about a man behind the successful woman!
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Man or woman?
The title is a question I have on my mind lately. It is also a question that many have asked me at different occasions and times. I hadn’t given much thought to it, but now I guess it’s high time.
I clearly remember being a tom boy when I was a kid; it didn’t seem to be so bad after all – not until now. Mom was worried about it, but Dad never cared. He always told me – Tu to Sher ka baccha hai!!! (Back then I missed to notice the use of bachha instead of bacchi). I would beat up boys and return home victorious, only to be beaten up by Mom. The beating was most often followed by an argument between my parents which always ended with Mom’s tear filled kya hoga iska, ye aisi kyu hai? and Dad’s arrogant kyuki wo meri beti hai!
When I went to college, I knew I wasn’t like the other girls. Not that I didn’t want to be; but probably I just didn’t care about it then. While others were given titles like “Rose Queen” and “Miss Adaa”, the boys bestowed the “Coveted Cat Crown” on me for 4 years in a row!!! Needless to say, there were only a rare few who had the balls to come up to me to talk and most of them never returned. So in short, I never had guys running after me like other girls did.
At my 1st job 7 years ago, my boss happened to say that he needed more men like me in the team. I thought of it as a compliment back then. But thinking about it now – more men like me???? Excuse me???!!!!
I didn’t think much about all this, until recently. The last 4 months have been funny. I have had subtle comments like “Shut up man” to more direct ones “you think you are a girl, huh?”
The last nail in the coffin was when I had to ask someone out for dinner (this is the same someone whom I have asked for dinner earlier and he has refused; ref Expert comments, please). I asked him, “The lady wishes to take you out for dinner, if your schedule permits” and he turned around with a grin, “Lady, huh? Where is the lady?”
I wasn’t yet over this shock, when my (current) boss told me, “You are one of the few men I have in the team!” And then there are those occasional – No actually its frequent – we don’t count you in the girls’ clan!
Now, I am thinking (seriously thinking) if something is genuinely wrong somewhere!! What is it that makes me a man? And is this supposed to be derogatory? Given that it has always been men who think I was a man, does this mean that they relate to me as one of their own; or does this mean that when they look at me, they don’t get the “nice” feeling, that they usually get when they look at a woman!.
I mean I KNOW for sure that I DON’T LOOK LIKE A MAN! Maybe I behave like one *rolling eyes*
But then how do men behave? hmm.. ok.. they letch at women... Do I letch at women? No I am certain that I don’t. Then what is it that I do, that makes me a man?
Ok, I accept that I eat people alive, but not all men that I know do that. Does that make them a woman? If not, then, why me?
HELP!!!!!
I clearly remember being a tom boy when I was a kid; it didn’t seem to be so bad after all – not until now. Mom was worried about it, but Dad never cared. He always told me – Tu to Sher ka baccha hai!!! (Back then I missed to notice the use of bachha instead of bacchi). I would beat up boys and return home victorious, only to be beaten up by Mom. The beating was most often followed by an argument between my parents which always ended with Mom’s tear filled kya hoga iska, ye aisi kyu hai? and Dad’s arrogant kyuki wo meri beti hai!
When I went to college, I knew I wasn’t like the other girls. Not that I didn’t want to be; but probably I just didn’t care about it then. While others were given titles like “Rose Queen” and “Miss Adaa”, the boys bestowed the “Coveted Cat Crown” on me for 4 years in a row!!! Needless to say, there were only a rare few who had the balls to come up to me to talk and most of them never returned. So in short, I never had guys running after me like other girls did.
At my 1st job 7 years ago, my boss happened to say that he needed more men like me in the team. I thought of it as a compliment back then. But thinking about it now – more men like me???? Excuse me???!!!!
I didn’t think much about all this, until recently. The last 4 months have been funny. I have had subtle comments like “Shut up man” to more direct ones “you think you are a girl, huh?”
The last nail in the coffin was when I had to ask someone out for dinner (this is the same someone whom I have asked for dinner earlier and he has refused; ref Expert comments, please). I asked him, “The lady wishes to take you out for dinner, if your schedule permits” and he turned around with a grin, “Lady, huh? Where is the lady?”
I wasn’t yet over this shock, when my (current) boss told me, “You are one of the few men I have in the team!” And then there are those occasional – No actually its frequent – we don’t count you in the girls’ clan!
Now, I am thinking (seriously thinking) if something is genuinely wrong somewhere!! What is it that makes me a man? And is this supposed to be derogatory? Given that it has always been men who think I was a man, does this mean that they relate to me as one of their own; or does this mean that when they look at me, they don’t get the “nice” feeling, that they usually get when they look at a woman!.
I mean I KNOW for sure that I DON’T LOOK LIKE A MAN! Maybe I behave like one *rolling eyes*
But then how do men behave? hmm.. ok.. they letch at women... Do I letch at women? No I am certain that I don’t. Then what is it that I do, that makes me a man?
Ok, I accept that I eat people alive, but not all men that I know do that. Does that make them a woman? If not, then, why me?
HELP!!!!!
Friday, May 02, 2008
I am back!
Like I had promised.. I am back...
It feels nice to be back in the good old, oh-so-crowded, the-traffic-sucks Mumbai!! This is the place to be.
It feels nice to see the smile the flashes across faces, when you walk into the office after a 2 month break!
It feels nice when people say, Oh shit she is back!
It feels nice to scream at your cook, coz she put dhaniya in the food (damn her, I have been away less than 2 months, and she already forgot my food preferences!!)
It feels lovely to be able to stand on a road side thela and have gol gappas
It feels nice to be back with a difference and a different person. To know that you have a life.. and you can actually live it. To realize that the you in you is still alive somewhere!
It feels nice to be back and in control!!!!!
It feels nice to be back in the good old, oh-so-crowded, the-traffic-sucks Mumbai!! This is the place to be.
It feels nice to see the smile the flashes across faces, when you walk into the office after a 2 month break!
It feels nice when people say, Oh shit she is back!
It feels nice to scream at your cook, coz she put dhaniya in the food (damn her, I have been away less than 2 months, and she already forgot my food preferences!!)
It feels lovely to be able to stand on a road side thela and have gol gappas
It feels nice to be back with a difference and a different person. To know that you have a life.. and you can actually live it. To realize that the you in you is still alive somewhere!
It feels nice to be back and in control!!!!!
Sunday, April 06, 2008
I need a life...
It's 2 in the morning, and I am still sitting on my computer!
Itni raat mein kaun jaagta hai..
Aashiq, Beemar, Chaukidar, aur Dr Mo (Actually I doubt if he ever sleeps, he is forever working, and if I send him an email rite now - provided that it's interesting enuf to get his attendtion - he will reply in 5 mins flat)
but I am neither... why am I awake at such a freaky hour... ???? *rolling eyes*
I need to get some sleep...
and I need to get a life!!!!!
Itni raat mein kaun jaagta hai..
Aashiq, Beemar, Chaukidar, aur Dr Mo (Actually I doubt if he ever sleeps, he is forever working, and if I send him an email rite now - provided that it's interesting enuf to get his attendtion - he will reply in 5 mins flat)
but I am neither... why am I awake at such a freaky hour... ???? *rolling eyes*
I need to get some sleep...
and I need to get a life!!!!!
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Struggling to be back...
I have been missing in action for quite some time.. been away .. and been busy & confused..
life has been posing challenging questions and giving me enough me-time. And me-time is always scary...
I am sure I have said this before, I find it hardest to have a conversation with myself. There are a 1000 questions I ask myself and I cannot answer them, and it drives me mad. It is easier to answer you when you ask, coz you know its you I am justifying.. but when I have to answer myself, I really can't! Not sure how many of us can!
There is a choice I have to make. Been avoiding it for quite some time now. But don't have enough time left on hand. Haven't been given many options, this time!
So I am avoiding the me-time.. running away from myself... and struggling to be back..
I promise, like always, I WILL BE BACK. ... and in style, as usual!!!!!!
life has been posing challenging questions and giving me enough me-time. And me-time is always scary...
I am sure I have said this before, I find it hardest to have a conversation with myself. There are a 1000 questions I ask myself and I cannot answer them, and it drives me mad. It is easier to answer you when you ask, coz you know its you I am justifying.. but when I have to answer myself, I really can't! Not sure how many of us can!
There is a choice I have to make. Been avoiding it for quite some time now. But don't have enough time left on hand. Haven't been given many options, this time!
So I am avoiding the me-time.. running away from myself... and struggling to be back..
I promise, like always, I WILL BE BACK. ... and in style, as usual!!!!!!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Shit Happens...
Read it on someone's T-shirt yesterday, and it struck - BOOM!
Yeah, shit happens.. a lot of shit happens a lot of times ... that's what life is all about.
All this crap makes life interesting, not necessarily worth living all the time... but still interesting & spicy.
So fuck it woman... let the shit happen, enjoy and move on!!!! (OK OK I am talking to myself, and have people staring at me now!!)
What say, gals?
Yeah, shit happens.. a lot of shit happens a lot of times ... that's what life is all about.
All this crap makes life interesting, not necessarily worth living all the time... but still interesting & spicy.
So fuck it woman... let the shit happen, enjoy and move on!!!! (OK OK I am talking to myself, and have people staring at me now!!)
What say, gals?
Monday, March 17, 2008
Betrayal....
It is like the Chinese Whispers game.
A said that B said that C told him that D was "this".
Interesting game - except that the "this" D happens to be you, after you have slogged your arse out for something you thought was your own. And you have given in your best, at the cost of your health and life. And this is what they think of you??
The feeling right now -
completely mindfucked, totally let down, feeling like an arsehole for having believed that I was doing the right thing!
But then, for being the dick head I have been with my priorities, maybe this is what I deserved!
Who is to be blamed -
- C for having said that about D (which D went a step ahead and verified from various sources);
- or A for having told D in the 1st place and mind fucking D;
- or D for making such a fool of herself!
A said that B said that C told him that D was "this".
Interesting game - except that the "this" D happens to be you, after you have slogged your arse out for something you thought was your own. And you have given in your best, at the cost of your health and life. And this is what they think of you??
The feeling right now -
completely mindfucked, totally let down, feeling like an arsehole for having believed that I was doing the right thing!
But then, for being the dick head I have been with my priorities, maybe this is what I deserved!
Who is to be blamed -
- C for having said that about D (which D went a step ahead and verified from various sources);
- or A for having told D in the 1st place and mind fucking D;
- or D for making such a fool of herself!
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Expert comments, please
There is this someone I am particularly fond of.. I genuinely like him.. (Now now, don't get ideas... that's got nothing to do with THAT kind of liking).. I like this person for the honesty in his personality... he is SO himself. I like the way he talks (again, he isn't like those "big picture" charismatic people that I usually like)
I don't meet him often.. don't get a chance to.. but I like to believe that we are on decent terms. And some ages ago we had agreed that we gotta go out for dinner (he owes me one).
Now the problem is... everytime I ask him to join me when I am going for dinner (which is once every few months) he has some excuse. This happened for the 4th time now. I even asked him if he had a problem going out with me!!!!!!! And he said, "Nautanki mat kar"
Every time he has a new excuse, and it sounds absolutely genuine to me.. but still... don't you think it's too much of a coincidence to be true.. no?
I have some theories:
1. He isn't fond of me .. but then, given his honesty, I would believe that he will tell me that!!
2. It's a genuine coincidence..
3. I intimidate him... (nah!!!.. I am sweet)
4. He is too polite to refuse.. (nah, he isn't THAT sophisticated!!)
I dunno....
Expert comments, please!
I don't meet him often.. don't get a chance to.. but I like to believe that we are on decent terms. And some ages ago we had agreed that we gotta go out for dinner (he owes me one).
Now the problem is... everytime I ask him to join me when I am going for dinner (which is once every few months) he has some excuse. This happened for the 4th time now. I even asked him if he had a problem going out with me!!!!!!! And he said, "Nautanki mat kar"
Every time he has a new excuse, and it sounds absolutely genuine to me.. but still... don't you think it's too much of a coincidence to be true.. no?
I have some theories:
1. He isn't fond of me .. but then, given his honesty, I would believe that he will tell me that!!
2. It's a genuine coincidence..
3. I intimidate him... (nah!!!.. I am sweet)
4. He is too polite to refuse.. (nah, he isn't THAT sophisticated!!)
I dunno....
Expert comments, please!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Who's the Whore?
We have a new addition in our cult – no, I am NOT pregnant.
By cult, I mean the yellow cult. All members of this cult agree emphatically that this is not a place for the common man. This is a place meant for a few who can survive. The common thread is the eccentricity. If you are sane, sorry dude, hard luck ahead! Sorry, that’s not the story, I am digressing.
So the gentleman, who is the main character here, has been with us for almost 2 months now. He truly believes that he knows it all, and what we do is irrelevant and inefficient.
This is I will change the world attitude, as I call it.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I like people with “I can change the world” attitude, but then I also like people with substance. I am digressing again. Damn! That's what happens when you talk too much!
No – I don’t dislike this man for the lack of substance. He has some of that. I dislike him for the title above, and the story below.
We were all standing and doing some chit chat (coffee time), when this gentleman says out of the blue – “she’s a whore”. I was like – excuse me. So he repeats – “yeah yeah she is whore. She would sleep with anyone”. Now this gentleman isn't a bum chum, not a "good fren", not even a friend for that matter, so it was shocking that he thought he could talk to me like that!!!
I was about to ask him how exactly was that any of his business, but decided against it, given that he is a senior colleague. (I know I know, it is verrrry unlike me.. but I am trying to break away from the bitchy image, you see).
Now the woman in the conversation is not someone I am fond of. She is under the “insignificant” types in my categorization. But this comment, I REALLY didn’t like. Not that I was very fond of this gentleman anyways, but THIS…..... this is clearly something which dropped him to the "write off" listing in my classification of human beings.
I mean, come on… we all sleep with someone (some more than the others). We sleep with people for different reasons. If we sleep for love, chances are that we will continue sleeping with the same person all our lives. Or atleast the plural is serial in order, and not parallel, given that it is absolutely human to fall out of love, and in love with someone else.
Some sleep for money…
Some for publicity…
Some for fame…
Some for thrill…
Some out of lust…
Some for lifestyle…
And some for reasons best known to them.
But is that any of your business, dude? She doesn’t even care about what you think and what you have to say. Infact she doesn't even know that you exist. And here you are, racking your brains on who she is sleeping with? Gimme a break!!! Maybe you are thinking you might get lucky! Or whatever… like I care!
So who’s the whore here?
By cult, I mean the yellow cult. All members of this cult agree emphatically that this is not a place for the common man. This is a place meant for a few who can survive. The common thread is the eccentricity. If you are sane, sorry dude, hard luck ahead! Sorry, that’s not the story, I am digressing.
So the gentleman, who is the main character here, has been with us for almost 2 months now. He truly believes that he knows it all, and what we do is irrelevant and inefficient.
This is I will change the world attitude, as I call it.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I like people with “I can change the world” attitude, but then I also like people with substance. I am digressing again. Damn! That's what happens when you talk too much!
No – I don’t dislike this man for the lack of substance. He has some of that. I dislike him for the title above, and the story below.
We were all standing and doing some chit chat (coffee time), when this gentleman says out of the blue – “she’s a whore”. I was like – excuse me. So he repeats – “yeah yeah she is whore. She would sleep with anyone”. Now this gentleman isn't a bum chum, not a "good fren", not even a friend for that matter, so it was shocking that he thought he could talk to me like that!!!
I was about to ask him how exactly was that any of his business, but decided against it, given that he is a senior colleague. (I know I know, it is verrrry unlike me.. but I am trying to break away from the bitchy image, you see).
Now the woman in the conversation is not someone I am fond of. She is under the “insignificant” types in my categorization. But this comment, I REALLY didn’t like. Not that I was very fond of this gentleman anyways, but THIS…..... this is clearly something which dropped him to the "write off" listing in my classification of human beings.
I mean, come on… we all sleep with someone (some more than the others). We sleep with people for different reasons. If we sleep for love, chances are that we will continue sleeping with the same person all our lives. Or atleast the plural is serial in order, and not parallel, given that it is absolutely human to fall out of love, and in love with someone else.
Some sleep for money…
Some for publicity…
Some for fame…
Some for thrill…
Some out of lust…
Some for lifestyle…
And some for reasons best known to them.
But is that any of your business, dude? She doesn’t even care about what you think and what you have to say. Infact she doesn't even know that you exist. And here you are, racking your brains on who she is sleeping with? Gimme a break!!! Maybe you are thinking you might get lucky! Or whatever… like I care!
So who’s the whore here?
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
kill me please....
I have just stepped out of a 3.5 hour long meeting with a man I was ready to strangle by the end of it. I can't name him nor his company for professional reasons, but the fact that I m writing this post in the train on my way home should tell you about my plight.
This man is the son of the owner of the company in question and I am convinced that the company needs serious help if this man is to inherit the biz. I pity the dad who has slogged his arse out to build a brand which his son is bound to kill by the sheer virtue of being a Dick head. And this company IS a famous brand, I must painfully admit.
This man is the MOST clueless human being I have seen. He doesn't know what he is thinking and there is a 10 mile distance between his skull and mouth, where the thoughts tend to get lost on their way. Got to say skull, coz can't say brains ... He hasn't any of that!
He has no chain of thoughts and I can bet that he is a dopey. He is a perfect example of how u become when you have been doping since you were in the womb... Your brain doesn't develop at all.
I timed him in the meeting and there was a 17 min stretch where all he said was .. Ahem.. I mean.. U know.. Actually.. What I am saying is.. Pregnant pause.. Without actually saying what he wanted to say!! And then the inevitable "what was I saying" and my acidic response "I don't know, I couldn't figure out"...
No I don't hate him. I pity him. And his parents. Imagine how they would feel to see him everyday and think that they actually produced him!!!
This man is the son of the owner of the company in question and I am convinced that the company needs serious help if this man is to inherit the biz. I pity the dad who has slogged his arse out to build a brand which his son is bound to kill by the sheer virtue of being a Dick head. And this company IS a famous brand, I must painfully admit.
This man is the MOST clueless human being I have seen. He doesn't know what he is thinking and there is a 10 mile distance between his skull and mouth, where the thoughts tend to get lost on their way. Got to say skull, coz can't say brains ... He hasn't any of that!
He has no chain of thoughts and I can bet that he is a dopey. He is a perfect example of how u become when you have been doping since you were in the womb... Your brain doesn't develop at all.
I timed him in the meeting and there was a 17 min stretch where all he said was .. Ahem.. I mean.. U know.. Actually.. What I am saying is.. Pregnant pause.. Without actually saying what he wanted to say!! And then the inevitable "what was I saying" and my acidic response "I don't know, I couldn't figure out"...
No I don't hate him. I pity him. And his parents. Imagine how they would feel to see him everyday and think that they actually produced him!!!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Blogger skins
I have been seeing a lot of blog skin changes on the ones that I visit regularly. I have been tempted all along with these sexy looking skins, and so today I decided to change mine as well (NO, not MY skin, my blog's I mean)
I am a blogging illiterate, so I went and searched on how to change blogger skin. Luckily I found this site
http://freeskins.blogspot.com/
OK, that's not funny.. I really did search for this and then realized like an idiot, that this link is available on the blogs which have new skins :S
Anyway, so I clicked on the link and stared at awe at all the lovely designs. It took me a while to chose the one which I liked. After this difficult task was done, there was a mammoth task ahead - changing the skin. I told u, I am a blogging illiterate.
I read all directions, and do's and dont's and finally managed to download the code for my new skin.
But as you will notice, my blog looks just the same - I haven't changed it.
That's coz I couldn't get myself to change the way my blog looks. It felt to me exactly like ditching VS for someone more handsome!
I love my blog the way it is - however plain and simple (it may even be called boring). But this plain and simple (and boring) blog has given me company in my good and bad times, AND in my worst times. It has never probed about what's wrong, it has patiently waited for me to come back to it and pour my heart out. It has been my confidante and friend; it has seen the change in me from good to bad to worse and never judged me. I cannot change anything about it. I love it just the way it is.
I will not say that I will never change anything about this blog... who knows ... but today I won't.
I am a blogging illiterate, so I went and searched on how to change blogger skin. Luckily I found this site
http://freeskins.blogspot.com/
OK, that's not funny.. I really did search for this and then realized like an idiot, that this link is available on the blogs which have new skins :S
Anyway, so I clicked on the link and stared at awe at all the lovely designs. It took me a while to chose the one which I liked. After this difficult task was done, there was a mammoth task ahead - changing the skin. I told u, I am a blogging illiterate.
I read all directions, and do's and dont's and finally managed to download the code for my new skin.
But as you will notice, my blog looks just the same - I haven't changed it.
That's coz I couldn't get myself to change the way my blog looks. It felt to me exactly like ditching VS for someone more handsome!
I love my blog the way it is - however plain and simple (it may even be called boring). But this plain and simple (and boring) blog has given me company in my good and bad times, AND in my worst times. It has never probed about what's wrong, it has patiently waited for me to come back to it and pour my heart out. It has been my confidante and friend; it has seen the change in me from good to bad to worse and never judged me. I cannot change anything about it. I love it just the way it is.
I will not say that I will never change anything about this blog... who knows ... but today I won't.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Friday, February 08, 2008
Life.. Then.. and Now....
Then...
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Waking up in the morning, not knowing how the day was.. lazing around .. being in college but not being there.. bunking lectures...logging into your email looking forward to mails from frens... boyfriend(s)... who was (were) dying to spend every minute with you...crazy tantrums.... unreasonable demands... being pampered to no limits.. acting stubborn.. getting whatever you wanted...planning for valentines... loving every day of your life..
Now...
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Waking up in the morning and knowing how crappy the day is gonna be... being in office and not being able to think of anything else... compulsion to go to office everyday (unless you are dead or almost there)... logging in your inbox to find stinkers; a normal non-stinker mail actually brings a smile to your face now... husband (the then boyfren) says nothing about wanting to spend time with you, maybe he has given up long long ago... tantrums lost coz no one around to pay attention... unreasonable demands, but from the other side of the table... pampered, huh what's that?... not getting anything that you want, peace being foremost.. spending the valentines either traveling or meeting clients... wondering if you have any life left!!!
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Waking up in the morning, not knowing how the day was.. lazing around .. being in college but not being there.. bunking lectures...logging into your email looking forward to mails from frens... boyfriend(s)... who was (were) dying to spend every minute with you...crazy tantrums.... unreasonable demands... being pampered to no limits.. acting stubborn.. getting whatever you wanted...planning for valentines... loving every day of your life..
Now...
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Waking up in the morning and knowing how crappy the day is gonna be... being in office and not being able to think of anything else... compulsion to go to office everyday (unless you are dead or almost there)... logging in your inbox to find stinkers; a normal non-stinker mail actually brings a smile to your face now... husband (the then boyfren) says nothing about wanting to spend time with you, maybe he has given up long long ago... tantrums lost coz no one around to pay attention... unreasonable demands, but from the other side of the table... pampered, huh what's that?... not getting anything that you want, peace being foremost.. spending the valentines either traveling or meeting clients... wondering if you have any life left!!!
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Finally....
The trip blog is completed.
The learning from this exercise (the writing, NOT the trip) being:
On my next trip:
1. I will either carry my laptop so that daily account can be written the same day (given that we go for biking trips, this is not practical)
2. OR use a cyber cafe every night (this is even less practical)
3. Take 2 days off after the trip - just to complete the blog (Now, this can be done)
4. If I can't do any of the above, I shall NOT write about the trip AT ALL (now you are talking!!)
The learning from this exercise (the writing, NOT the trip) being:
On my next trip:
1. I will either carry my laptop so that daily account can be written the same day (given that we go for biking trips, this is not practical)
2. OR use a cyber cafe every night (this is even less practical)
3. Take 2 days off after the trip - just to complete the blog (Now, this can be done)
4. If I can't do any of the above, I shall NOT write about the trip AT ALL (now you are talking!!)
Adventures of Venom - 13!!
Day 13 - 24th November 2007
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The day began lazy and relaxed (for me, VS was already dressed to leave by the time I was brushing my teeth). Had breakfast, while VS was busy drooling over my cousin's bike - it's a 1978 bullet completely restored. VS spent a generous 30 minutes talking about the bike and the whats and wheres and hows of it.
We left around 10:30 AM, saying our good byes and promising to call as soon as we reached and the regular stuff. The journey was regular and boring. The trip was almost over and we were heading back to Mumbai now – home sweet home.
We stopped by at a road side dhaba for lunch, and then later for some tea / coffee. I have no snaps left of this day expect one or two – But I am sure nothing mentionable happened. I remember feeding 2 puppies at the dhaba where we stopped by for coffee, and the dhaba owner giving me dirty looks. I assumed he was annoyed coz I was feeding dogs in his joint. But then suddenly, he decided that he had had enough, and blew a whistle - both the dogs went running to him, and he told them to sit quietly, which they obeyed!!! OK. The dogs were his, and he was annoyed at me for feeding them junk!!! ooopppss.. what an embarrasment!
We decided to click on last snap - to mark the near end of our journey. We reached mumbai at around 7:00 PM, but to get to our home took us another 2 hours - so much for the traffic jams!!!! We were dead tired when we reached home. We were supposed to attend a wedding reception at a dear friend's place, which I called and cancelled given our conditions. My fren decided to hang up on me, which left me with no choice but to get dressed and leave for the reception. When we reached there, it was clear that itas a good decision to come!!!! We danced our hearts out (it was a punju wedding after all!!).
The day ended at 2:00 AM - the evening made up for the lack of action during the day!!!
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Day 13 ends, trip ends. Total kms done - 3560.
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The day began lazy and relaxed (for me, VS was already dressed to leave by the time I was brushing my teeth). Had breakfast, while VS was busy drooling over my cousin's bike - it's a 1978 bullet completely restored. VS spent a generous 30 minutes talking about the bike and the whats and wheres and hows of it. We left around 10:30 AM, saying our good byes and promising to call as soon as we reached and the regular stuff. The journey was regular and boring. The trip was almost over and we were heading back to Mumbai now – home sweet home.
We stopped by at a road side dhaba for lunch, and then later for some tea / coffee. I have no snaps left of this day expect one or two – But I am sure nothing mentionable happened. I remember feeding 2 puppies at the dhaba where we stopped by for coffee, and the dhaba owner giving me dirty looks. I assumed he was annoyed coz I was feeding dogs in his joint. But then suddenly, he decided that he had had enough, and blew a whistle - both the dogs went running to him, and he told them to sit quietly, which they obeyed!!! OK. The dogs were his, and he was annoyed at me for feeding them junk!!! ooopppss.. what an embarrasment!
We decided to click on last snap - to mark the near end of our journey. We reached mumbai at around 7:00 PM, but to get to our home took us another 2 hours - so much for the traffic jams!!!! We were dead tired when we reached home. We were supposed to attend a wedding reception at a dear friend's place, which I called and cancelled given our conditions. My fren decided to hang up on me, which left me with no choice but to get dressed and leave for the reception. When we reached there, it was clear that itas a good decision to come!!!! We danced our hearts out (it was a punju wedding after all!!). The day ended at 2:00 AM - the evening made up for the lack of action during the day!!!
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Day 13 ends, trip ends. Total kms done - 3560.
Friday, February 01, 2008
Adventures of Venom - 12!!
Day 12 – 23rd November 2007
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Udaipur is a beautiful city and I really intended to see it. So today we decided that we will take one of those Rajasthan Tourism city tours and not venture out by ourselves.
We had to report at the meeting point by 830 AM, which meant that I had to get up at 7:00 AM (arrggh!). We left the luggage at the cloak room, since we had checked out of the hotel and intended to push off for Baroda by evening.
We reached the meeting point at 8:25 only to realize that no one is there. Well, we utilized the time by grabbing something to eat. The bus finally came at 9:00 and we took off immediately - we being the youngest couple in the bus!!!
The first stop was the “Lok Kala” museum, where different cultures were being depicted. The highlight of this place was the puppet show (we realized much later that we lost all photographs coz memory card was corrupted). There were masks from different places, which made me wonder what they stood for. For example the board under one specific mask read - MAN (Chandigarh), so I was like "men from chandigarh are like THAT????"
Anyways, overall it was a good place to visit.
The next stop was Rana Pratap garden. This garden is made near an old tattered fort, which Maharana Pratap's father had built to stay for one year. Wow man! They spent 2 years building forts JUST to stay for one year? Isn't that cool! The fort is in a bad shape, I would guess due to lack of any maintainance. Well, wouldn't it be nicer to maintain the fort than developing a garden!!! There is a lot of history behind this place, and it's best to go with a guide. If you don't you might feel that you are visiting a regular garden. Unless someone tells you the significance of each place (and each tree), you wouldn't appreciate this place.
We then visited the Udaipur Fort (sorry for forgetting the exact name). No snaps of this place as the memory card was corrupted and there was no point in carrying the camera. This is a private fort (another one!!!), and there were pereparations on for someone's wedding! This is where Ravina Tondon got married and you could actually book this place for your wedding at a modest price of 2 crores (yeah right!!).
We also saw an old temple, carved in marble. This is a temple built in 800 AD ,and is not in best of its shape. No snaps again!
The last stop was Saheliyo ki badi, which is a garden built for the queen to visit with her friends (hence the name). Some interesting snaps here, most of which were lost. We purchased a pair of camels made in leather from here, and also some Rajasthani style paintings.
We did some shopping from the Handicraft store opposite this place - a sari from mom and mom-in-law, hand painting for bro and myself!
Time to go back to the hotel and pack if we want to reach Vadodara before it's dark! So we pushed off at around 2:00 PM. I wanted to have daal-baati one last time before I exit Rajasthan and enter Gujarat. So we skipped lunch, had some snacks. The highway was smooth and beautiful. There is an expressway to Baroda, on which bikes are not allowed (of course). We knew that bikes won't be allowed on the expressway, but we just didn't know which route was NOT the express way. So we made the stupid mistake of entering the express. As was expected, a security gaurd came running and stopped us. He screamed at us, and I put him in place at once - "Tamiz se baat karo". This ofcourse annoyed him (I tend to annoy almost everyone I speak with!). He wanted us to pay a fine of 500 bucks, we ofcourse told him to fuck off. Since there were no signs nor any board mentioning that bikes are not allowed, we were adamant that we wouldn't pay. Finally we got off for 50 bucks - with him screaming in the background (who cares)!
The rest of the trip was pretty boring, expect that I ate VS's brains out for not stopping for Daal-bati. Guess it wasn't meant to be.
We were stopping over at my cousin's place in Baroda, so no tension of booking a hotel. We reached her place at around 9:00PM. She stays with her in-laws so I couldn't remove my jacket even after I reached her place (worried that I might offend her in-laws with my strap top under the jacket!!!) Her husband is a very sweet man, and her son sweeter. We chit chatted till 1:00 AM, we were of course verrry sleepy, but the son wanted to play cricket (he is just 3 yrs old). And he (the son) wouldn't talk to me coz I don't speak Gujarati, he would talk only to VS!! Yeah right, talk about a punjabi talking in gujarati!!!! But VS did a good job and actually impresed me. Now this is strange, coz I am a Maharashtrian (and so is my cousin and her husband, but their son speaks Gujarati!!)
We finally went off to sleep at around 1:30 AM and we slept like logs.
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Day 12 ends.
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Udaipur is a beautiful city and I really intended to see it. So today we decided that we will take one of those Rajasthan Tourism city tours and not venture out by ourselves.
We had to report at the meeting point by 830 AM, which meant that I had to get up at 7:00 AM (arrggh!). We left the luggage at the cloak room, since we had checked out of the hotel and intended to push off for Baroda by evening.
We reached the meeting point at 8:25 only to realize that no one is there. Well, we utilized the time by grabbing something to eat. The bus finally came at 9:00 and we took off immediately - we being the youngest couple in the bus!!!The first stop was the “Lok Kala” museum, where different cultures were being depicted. The highlight of this place was the puppet show (we realized much later that we lost all photographs coz memory card was corrupted). There were masks from different places, which made me wonder what they stood for. For example the board under one specific mask read - MAN (Chandigarh), so I was like "men from chandigarh are like THAT????"
Anyways, overall it was a good place to visit.
The next stop was Rana Pratap garden. This garden is made near an old tattered fort, which Maharana Pratap's father had built to stay for one year. Wow man! They spent 2 years building forts JUST to stay for one year? Isn't that cool! The fort is in a bad shape, I would guess due to lack of any maintainance. Well, wouldn't it be nicer to maintain the fort than developing a garden!!! There is a lot of history behind this place, and it's best to go with a guide. If you don't you might feel that you are visiting a regular garden. Unless someone tells you the significance of each place (and each tree), you wouldn't appreciate this place.
We then visited the Udaipur Fort (sorry for forgetting the exact name). No snaps of this place as the memory card was corrupted and there was no point in carrying the camera. This is a private fort (another one!!!), and there were pereparations on for someone's wedding! This is where Ravina Tondon got married and you could actually book this place for your wedding at a modest price of 2 crores (yeah right!!).
We also saw an old temple, carved in marble. This is a temple built in 800 AD ,and is not in best of its shape. No snaps again!
The last stop was Saheliyo ki badi, which is a garden built for the queen to visit with her friends (hence the name). Some interesting snaps here, most of which were lost. We purchased a pair of camels made in leather from here, and also some Rajasthani style paintings. We did some shopping from the Handicraft store opposite this place - a sari from mom and mom-in-law, hand painting for bro and myself!
Time to go back to the hotel and pack if we want to reach Vadodara before it's dark! So we pushed off at around 2:00 PM. I wanted to have daal-baati one last time before I exit Rajasthan and enter Gujarat. So we skipped lunch, had some snacks. The highway was smooth and beautiful. There is an expressway to Baroda, on which bikes are not allowed (of course). We knew that bikes won't be allowed on the expressway, but we just didn't know which route was NOT the express way. So we made the stupid mistake of entering the express. As was expected, a security gaurd came running and stopped us. He screamed at us, and I put him in place at once - "Tamiz se baat karo". This ofcourse annoyed him (I tend to annoy almost everyone I speak with!). He wanted us to pay a fine of 500 bucks, we ofcourse told him to fuck off. Since there were no signs nor any board mentioning that bikes are not allowed, we were adamant that we wouldn't pay. Finally we got off for 50 bucks - with him screaming in the background (who cares)!
The rest of the trip was pretty boring, expect that I ate VS's brains out for not stopping for Daal-bati. Guess it wasn't meant to be.
We were stopping over at my cousin's place in Baroda, so no tension of booking a hotel. We reached her place at around 9:00PM. She stays with her in-laws so I couldn't remove my jacket even after I reached her place (worried that I might offend her in-laws with my strap top under the jacket!!!) Her husband is a very sweet man, and her son sweeter. We chit chatted till 1:00 AM, we were of course verrry sleepy, but the son wanted to play cricket (he is just 3 yrs old). And he (the son) wouldn't talk to me coz I don't speak Gujarati, he would talk only to VS!! Yeah right, talk about a punjabi talking in gujarati!!!! But VS did a good job and actually impresed me. Now this is strange, coz I am a Maharashtrian (and so is my cousin and her husband, but their son speaks Gujarati!!)We finally went off to sleep at around 1:30 AM and we slept like logs.
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Day 12 ends.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Adventures of Venom - 11!!
Day 11 – 22nd November 2007
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After the night’s adventure, the day began late. We woke up lazily around 10.00 AM (OK.. I had to be clicked and woken up). I finally woke up to some grumbling in the background. I guess VS was mumbling to himself as to how he will never get me on any trip ever again and all that I do is to sleep and sleep and sleep… it didn’t take long to shut him up.. The “shut up kiss” did the trick.. ;)
We reached Pushkar at about 11.00 AM. It’s only 30 KM from Ajmer, and by now that was more like next door for us. The Pushkar Mela is very colourful and there are only 2 kinds of people evident there – the rural locals, and the firangs. We are clearly out of place. We do some time pass, eat extremely unhealthy food and stare at the much decorated camels with an open mouth!
We click some brilliant pictures, not suspecting that the memory card would be corrupted and all pictures lost. We tried to salvage some, but the damage was already done. I insisted on doing everything that I shouldn’t have done – paid 50 bucks to sit on a merry-go-round, which 2 men were manually operating (now how much fun could that have been!!), paid 200 bucks to sit on a camel for 10 minutes, almost cried when VS didn’t let me eat that horrible looking poori-alu. I chatted away to glory with the Camel owner (a small boy of about 16-17), his camel was called Moti (see I remember), and a camel costs 30K – 5L depending on the age!!!!
I wanted to see the horse racing, but I guess it was over for the day. We could only see the horses parading – WOW. I instantly fell in love with one of them and threw a tantrum on the spot. VS had to go and enquire about the price – he came back grinning and said “Chalo, let’s buy it, its only 11 Lakhs”. “Very Funny”
This is the one that I fell in love with, but couldn’t afford.
Some day baby, for sure, I promise!!
I also wanted to get the Mehendi done, but VS put his foot down. :( I had to content myself just looking at the lovely designs that those young girls make with their mehandi cones, in no matter of time. And the firangs just love them. I was tempted to tell them that they shouldn't be paying more than 50 bucks for the designs on both their hands, but the fear of getting beaten up kept me shut. They actually ended up paying 300 bucks per hand!!! (what the heck, its just 7.5$ for them!!)
We also went to the animal trading section of the fair – now that’s exactly what Pushkar is famous for!! I have never seen so many horses together in my life. In fact I have not seen so many animals together!!!! We lost the snaps of the camel section :( The horses are a beauty and the Mare is more expensive than the horse (the feminist in me loves it!!)
We finally wound up at 1.30 and left for our hotel. We had to pack up and leave for Udaipur. The objective was to cover as much distance as possible bofore sunset!
We left the hotel at around 2.30 PM. Decided to have lunch on the way. At around 3.30 PM, I had created a ruckus - Yes, I also feel hungry!! We stopped by at a dhaba where VS insisted that I try out Besan ki sabzi. He says it is a Rajasthani speciality. I try it out and I need lots and lots of water to douze the fire in my mouth!!
The rest of the journey is regular. The standard stuff of VS not listening to me when I tell him to refuel and then we running around for a petrol punp in the middle of nowhere.
We reach Udaipur at around 8.00PM. We are booked into the Rajasthan Tourism Hotel.
After last night adventure of hotel finding, it was heavenly to walk into a pre-booked hotel!!!
We have plenty of time on hand, and VS takes me out for a romantic dinner to Ambrai - its an old haveli converted to a heritage hotel.. its by the lake and the view is beautiful. We could see the Udaipur Lake Palace from here and VS promised to take me there for a vacation someday, when he has made it big in life!!!
I will eagerly wait for that day - not coz I want to vacation in Lake Palace, but coz I want VS to make it big
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Day 11 ends beautifully with memorable dinner
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After the night’s adventure, the day began late. We woke up lazily around 10.00 AM (OK.. I had to be clicked and woken up). I finally woke up to some grumbling in the background. I guess VS was mumbling to himself as to how he will never get me on any trip ever again and all that I do is to sleep and sleep and sleep… it didn’t take long to shut him up.. The “shut up kiss” did the trick.. ;)
We reached Pushkar at about 11.00 AM. It’s only 30 KM from Ajmer, and by now that was more like next door for us. The Pushkar Mela is very colourful and there are only 2 kinds of people evident there – the rural locals, and the firangs. We are clearly out of place. We do some time pass, eat extremely unhealthy food and stare at the much decorated camels with an open mouth!
We click some brilliant pictures, not suspecting that the memory card would be corrupted and all pictures lost. We tried to salvage some, but the damage was already done. I insisted on doing everything that I shouldn’t have done – paid 50 bucks to sit on a merry-go-round, which 2 men were manually operating (now how much fun could that have been!!), paid 200 bucks to sit on a camel for 10 minutes, almost cried when VS didn’t let me eat that horrible looking poori-alu. I chatted away to glory with the Camel owner (a small boy of about 16-17), his camel was called Moti (see I remember), and a camel costs 30K – 5L depending on the age!!!!
I wanted to see the horse racing, but I guess it was over for the day. We could only see the horses parading – WOW. I instantly fell in love with one of them and threw a tantrum on the spot. VS had to go and enquire about the price – he came back grinning and said “Chalo, let’s buy it, its only 11 Lakhs”. “Very Funny” This is the one that I fell in love with, but couldn’t afford.
Some day baby, for sure, I promise!!
I also wanted to get the Mehendi done, but VS put his foot down. :( I had to content myself just looking at the lovely designs that those young girls make with their mehandi cones, in no matter of time. And the firangs just love them. I was tempted to tell them that they shouldn't be paying more than 50 bucks for the designs on both their hands, but the fear of getting beaten up kept me shut. They actually ended up paying 300 bucks per hand!!! (what the heck, its just 7.5$ for them!!)
We also went to the animal trading section of the fair – now that’s exactly what Pushkar is famous for!! I have never seen so many horses together in my life. In fact I have not seen so many animals together!!!! We lost the snaps of the camel section :( The horses are a beauty and the Mare is more expensive than the horse (the feminist in me loves it!!) We finally wound up at 1.30 and left for our hotel. We had to pack up and leave for Udaipur. The objective was to cover as much distance as possible bofore sunset!
We left the hotel at around 2.30 PM. Decided to have lunch on the way. At around 3.30 PM, I had created a ruckus - Yes, I also feel hungry!! We stopped by at a dhaba where VS insisted that I try out Besan ki sabzi. He says it is a Rajasthani speciality. I try it out and I need lots and lots of water to douze the fire in my mouth!!
The rest of the journey is regular. The standard stuff of VS not listening to me when I tell him to refuel and then we running around for a petrol punp in the middle of nowhere.
We reach Udaipur at around 8.00PM. We are booked into the Rajasthan Tourism Hotel.
After last night adventure of hotel finding, it was heavenly to walk into a pre-booked hotel!!!We have plenty of time on hand, and VS takes me out for a romantic dinner to Ambrai - its an old haveli converted to a heritage hotel.. its by the lake and the view is beautiful. We could see the Udaipur Lake Palace from here and VS promised to take me there for a vacation someday, when he has made it big in life!!!
I will eagerly wait for that day - not coz I want to vacation in Lake Palace, but coz I want VS to make it big
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Day 11 ends beautifully with memorable dinner
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Adventures of Venom - 10!!
Day 10 – 21st November 2007
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The day starts early – I am up and ready at 7.00 for a change. Then starts the exercise – trying to accommodate the luggage on the bike. Well, the greedy me wanted to carry all that we had purchased the evening before. But it’s a no brainer as to how much luggage anyone can carry on the bike. So we have to leave the bag (the one which has all my precious shopping) at my fren’s place with instructions to my brother to carry it back with him to Pune, and that we shall pick it up from there. (sob sob)
Its already 8, and we should be leaving by now. So we are well on our way. The next destination is Jaipur. We ask for directions to the delhi-Jaipur highway, and then it’s a straight road, we assume. Well, the straight was actually a little right – we realized that after we went straight on our way to Rewari. We ask for our way back, and a smart arse tells us to retrace our steps. But, riding in the wrong direction (on a one-way highway), is nothing but suicidal. So we decide to take the longer detour. Trying a short-cut on the way, testing the bike’s strength with some off-roading. Finally we are back on track after some adventure.
The way to Jaipur is fairly routine and boring. We spot a biker (of course on VS’s favorite Royale Enfield) struggling with his bike. VS promptly stops by to help, but it isn’t needed – before VS can reach him, his bike is fixed. They both wave at each other (so much for the biker fraternity!!) and we go our way. A few meters away the bikers group is waiting for him, and they wave at us for the help offered!!! Nice of them. I want to stop by and say hi, but VS says we will meet them again – they must be on their way to Jaipur. Well, we never see them again in the whole trip! Never mind.
We stop by a good looking restaurant – this is our first non-dhaba breakfast in so many days. But the food is so much worse than the dhaba, I instantly regret it. I believe that in the restaurants hygiene and taste don’t go hand in hand!!!
We reach Jaipur at around 12.00 noon. The first stop is the Amer Fort (just outside Jaiour). We spend a good hour here. The guide shares some interesting facts, including the story where a group of drunk boys drove inside the fort and fell off the high wall and how since then vehicles are not allowed in the fort. This is a private fort still owned by the “king” of Jaipur. (WOW, why didn’t I marry someone like that!). This fort also has the Jaivana cannon, which is supposedly the 3rd largest in the country.
We then push off to the City Palace – again privately owned. Beautiful!!!! We didn’t find a place to keep our luggage and VS is tired carrying it around. There is a grand display of cannons and chariots used by the kings. I am told that they are still used by the now "king" once a year.
The intricate paintings on the wall are too good to believe. I would love to meet the people who actually do it!!! The entire palace is painted pink, with hand paintings on the wall. The walls seem to be freshly painted. We spend more time than we had planned - couldn't help it.
Also its almost 4.00 PM. All monuments close at 5.00 PM, so we gotta rush!!!
We briefly see Jantar Mantar (briefly = 15 minutes), then push off to the Hawa Mahal. Hawa Mahal is a disappointment, I must admit. It could have been beautiful if only they maintained it properly. We spot an old couple in Hawa Mahal who were holding hands (wow man, romance at this age!!!). I am impressed and insist that we click a picture with them – just to remind us that we can still love each other when we are 50+!!
I am tired and hungry by now, and VS will vouch for how irritable I can be when I am hungry. So the next mission to find daal-bati. (I insisted that I eat Daal-bati – after all I was in Rajasthan)
We stop by at a restaurant at around 6, and ask for daal-bati. The restaurant owner thinks we are mad, and takes what seems ages to get us some food…. but the daal bati is worth the wait!
The last visit in Jaipur is for JK Temple - built in While Marble. Must watch. We spend only 10 minutes here, and then push off to Ajmer. We plan to spend the night at Ajmer and go to Pushkar in the morning. We reach Ajmer at around 11.00 PM. We stop by a motel, where we like the room and then the manager comes running and says -"Sorry, can't give the room". Now this is wierd!! But it doesn't take us long to realize that he hadn't seen me till then. And now he thinks something wierd about us. We tried to tell him that we are married, to which he says - "haan haan maloom hai". This is when VS loses it, holds the manager by the collar and almost gives him a punch!! I have to intervene and tell VS to just get out of the place.
We have to stop by 3 hotels before we can finally find a place to sleep. That's what happens in small towns. They are not used to women wearing jeans coming over to spend a night!! For them - respectable women would be wearing sindoor and chhori and god knows what!!!
Finally after the day's adventure, all that I want to do is sleep!!!
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Day 10 ends, Enough adventure already, who cares for the trip meter
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The day starts early – I am up and ready at 7.00 for a change. Then starts the exercise – trying to accommodate the luggage on the bike. Well, the greedy me wanted to carry all that we had purchased the evening before. But it’s a no brainer as to how much luggage anyone can carry on the bike. So we have to leave the bag (the one which has all my precious shopping) at my fren’s place with instructions to my brother to carry it back with him to Pune, and that we shall pick it up from there. (sob sob)
Its already 8, and we should be leaving by now. So we are well on our way. The next destination is Jaipur. We ask for directions to the delhi-Jaipur highway, and then it’s a straight road, we assume. Well, the straight was actually a little right – we realized that after we went straight on our way to Rewari. We ask for our way back, and a smart arse tells us to retrace our steps. But, riding in the wrong direction (on a one-way highway), is nothing but suicidal. So we decide to take the longer detour. Trying a short-cut on the way, testing the bike’s strength with some off-roading. Finally we are back on track after some adventure. The way to Jaipur is fairly routine and boring. We spot a biker (of course on VS’s favorite Royale Enfield) struggling with his bike. VS promptly stops by to help, but it isn’t needed – before VS can reach him, his bike is fixed. They both wave at each other (so much for the biker fraternity!!) and we go our way. A few meters away the bikers group is waiting for him, and they wave at us for the help offered!!! Nice of them. I want to stop by and say hi, but VS says we will meet them again – they must be on their way to Jaipur. Well, we never see them again in the whole trip! Never mind.
We stop by a good looking restaurant – this is our first non-dhaba breakfast in so many days. But the food is so much worse than the dhaba, I instantly regret it. I believe that in the restaurants hygiene and taste don’t go hand in hand!!!
We reach Jaipur at around 12.00 noon. The first stop is the Amer Fort (just outside Jaiour). We spend a good hour here. The guide shares some interesting facts, including the story where a group of drunk boys drove inside the fort and fell off the high wall and how since then vehicles are not allowed in the fort. This is a private fort still owned by the “king” of Jaipur. (WOW, why didn’t I marry someone like that!). This fort also has the Jaivana cannon, which is supposedly the 3rd largest in the country. 
We then push off to the City Palace – again privately owned. Beautiful!!!! We didn’t find a place to keep our luggage and VS is tired carrying it around. There is a grand display of cannons and chariots used by the kings. I am told that they are still used by the now "king" once a year.
The intricate paintings on the wall are too good to believe. I would love to meet the people who actually do it!!! The entire palace is painted pink, with hand paintings on the wall. The walls seem to be freshly painted. We spend more time than we had planned - couldn't help it. Also its almost 4.00 PM. All monuments close at 5.00 PM, so we gotta rush!!!
We briefly see Jantar Mantar (briefly = 15 minutes), then push off to the Hawa Mahal. Hawa Mahal is a disappointment, I must admit. It could have been beautiful if only they maintained it properly. We spot an old couple in Hawa Mahal who were holding hands (wow man, romance at this age!!!). I am impressed and insist that we click a picture with them – just to remind us that we can still love each other when we are 50+!!
I am tired and hungry by now, and VS will vouch for how irritable I can be when I am hungry. So the next mission to find daal-bati. (I insisted that I eat Daal-bati – after all I was in Rajasthan)
We stop by at a restaurant at around 6, and ask for daal-bati. The restaurant owner thinks we are mad, and takes what seems ages to get us some food…. but the daal bati is worth the wait!
The last visit in Jaipur is for JK Temple - built in While Marble. Must watch. We spend only 10 minutes here, and then push off to Ajmer. We plan to spend the night at Ajmer and go to Pushkar in the morning. We reach Ajmer at around 11.00 PM. We stop by a motel, where we like the room and then the manager comes running and says -"Sorry, can't give the room". Now this is wierd!! But it doesn't take us long to realize that he hadn't seen me till then. And now he thinks something wierd about us. We tried to tell him that we are married, to which he says - "haan haan maloom hai". This is when VS loses it, holds the manager by the collar and almost gives him a punch!! I have to intervene and tell VS to just get out of the place. We have to stop by 3 hotels before we can finally find a place to sleep. That's what happens in small towns. They are not used to women wearing jeans coming over to spend a night!! For them - respectable women would be wearing sindoor and chhori and god knows what!!!
Finally after the day's adventure, all that I want to do is sleep!!!
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Day 10 ends, Enough adventure already, who cares for the trip meter
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Adventures of Venom - 9!!!
Day 9 – 20th November 2007
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We had resolved to carry on with our trip, as too many days were being wasted just chilling. So last night we swore to wake up at 6 and leave.
For all our plans to leave early in the morning, I wake up at 10.00 AM. VS never wakes me up, when I am sleeping (he says he loves me more when I am sleeping, but something tells me that it is only coz I am not talking while I am sleeping!!!).
I quickly dress up and am ready to leave, but its already 12.00 noon (so much for my hurrying up!)
It is clear that we cannot leave on our trip, so we chill around, have home-cooked muli ka parathas.. and decide to go shopping to Sarojini Nagar. The day suddenly seems worthwhile. I have very fond memories of Sarojini Nagar. I was there with VS almost every Saturday, when we were in college and were “JGF” (Just-good-friends).
I shopped crazy like the old days; the only difference being that in those days I used to shop for skimpy clothes, this time I shopped for curtains, cushion covers and the likes – how life changes…
I ended up shopping so much that we had to shop for a bag to carry those :) That’s SO me.. and I guess that what VS loves about me (I like to believe that he loves everything about me)
We shopped dead, and by the time we were on our way home, I couldn’t even stand straight.
Reached home at 11.00 PM. Decided to watch Saawariya. It was a blunder. If you haven’t watched it, you are lucky and I envy you! For days to come, I was to get nightmares about this movie!!!
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Day 9 ends. Loads of shopping and daaru
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We had resolved to carry on with our trip, as too many days were being wasted just chilling. So last night we swore to wake up at 6 and leave.
For all our plans to leave early in the morning, I wake up at 10.00 AM. VS never wakes me up, when I am sleeping (he says he loves me more when I am sleeping, but something tells me that it is only coz I am not talking while I am sleeping!!!).
I quickly dress up and am ready to leave, but its already 12.00 noon (so much for my hurrying up!)
It is clear that we cannot leave on our trip, so we chill around, have home-cooked muli ka parathas.. and decide to go shopping to Sarojini Nagar. The day suddenly seems worthwhile. I have very fond memories of Sarojini Nagar. I was there with VS almost every Saturday, when we were in college and were “JGF” (Just-good-friends).
I shopped crazy like the old days; the only difference being that in those days I used to shop for skimpy clothes, this time I shopped for curtains, cushion covers and the likes – how life changes…
I ended up shopping so much that we had to shop for a bag to carry those :) That’s SO me.. and I guess that what VS loves about me (I like to believe that he loves everything about me)
We shopped dead, and by the time we were on our way home, I couldn’t even stand straight.
Reached home at 11.00 PM. Decided to watch Saawariya. It was a blunder. If you haven’t watched it, you are lucky and I envy you! For days to come, I was to get nightmares about this movie!!!
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Day 9 ends. Loads of shopping and daaru
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Adventures of Venom - 8!!!
Day 8 – 19th November 2007
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The day starts early for us – remember we had planned to go to the Taj. OK. Early means 6.00 AM. (Now, that’s midnight as far as I am concerned).
We planned to visit Agra and come back at night, so no luggage (what a relief!). We finally manage to leave home at 7.30 AM. It is freezing outside and more so, on the bike. Within the first 10 minutes, I realize that fashion will get me killed. So we stop by and I wear my jacket and gloves.
We stop by at a road-side dhaba for breakfast at 9.00 AM. The cook is still sleepy and it shows in the parathas that he makes. We eat the so-not-meant-to-be Gobhi parathas without much complaining and proceed on our way.
As is ALWAYS predictable, I need to use the loo, in the middle of nowhere. So VS is back on job again, hunting for a place. But there’s nothing available and I have to wait till Meerut. The McDonald’s on the highway is like god-sent for me. We order a thick shake so the usage of the loo looks genuine.
We reach Agra by around 12 noon. The first look at the Taj proves that the entire trip was worthwhile. The Taj is so much better than what we see in snaps and pictures. There is nothing as marvelous compared to this monument of love (I love to believe of Taj as the monument of love, even when VS eats my brains out on why Taj was built and how ShahJahan built it not coz he loved Mumtaz but coz he thought he was God, and blah blah)
We get our pictures clicked – you can’t go all the way and not click a picture of this marvel. I also clicked a picture of some stupid arse having carved her name (or maybe it was a guy who carved his girl fiend’s name).
We then went to the DayalBagh temple. On the way we briefly saw the Red Fort (yeah, before this day even I thought that Red Fort was in Delhi – but this one is much larger, and cleaner than the one in Delhi).
The Dayalbagh temple is a work of beauty – the pillars and the ceilings and the stairs are carved out of single slabs of marble. The work is more intricate and grand than that of Taj (that was a different era all together, so wrong comparison) or any of the Jain temples (again, wrong comparison – the Jain temples were even before the Taj).
No cameras allowed so no snaps.
By this time my shoes are in such shape that I could pass off as a begger. On our way back, we just stop by and pick up a pair of shoes for me – a much needed thing!
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Day 8 ends, I have lost track of the trip meter.
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The day starts early for us – remember we had planned to go to the Taj. OK. Early means 6.00 AM. (Now, that’s midnight as far as I am concerned).
We planned to visit Agra and come back at night, so no luggage (what a relief!). We finally manage to leave home at 7.30 AM. It is freezing outside and more so, on the bike. Within the first 10 minutes, I realize that fashion will get me killed. So we stop by and I wear my jacket and gloves.
We stop by at a road-side dhaba for breakfast at 9.00 AM. The cook is still sleepy and it shows in the parathas that he makes. We eat the so-not-meant-to-be Gobhi parathas without much complaining and proceed on our way.
As is ALWAYS predictable, I need to use the loo, in the middle of nowhere. So VS is back on job again, hunting for a place. But there’s nothing available and I have to wait till Meerut. The McDonald’s on the highway is like god-sent for me. We order a thick shake so the usage of the loo looks genuine.
We reach Agra by around 12 noon. The first look at the Taj proves that the entire trip was worthwhile. The Taj is so much better than what we see in snaps and pictures. There is nothing as marvelous compared to this monument of love (I love to believe of Taj as the monument of love, even when VS eats my brains out on why Taj was built and how ShahJahan built it not coz he loved Mumtaz but coz he thought he was God, and blah blah) 
We get our pictures clicked – you can’t go all the way and not click a picture of this marvel. I also clicked a picture of some stupid arse having carved her name (or maybe it was a guy who carved his girl fiend’s name).
We then went to the DayalBagh temple. On the way we briefly saw the Red Fort (yeah, before this day even I thought that Red Fort was in Delhi – but this one is much larger, and cleaner than the one in Delhi).
The Dayalbagh temple is a work of beauty – the pillars and the ceilings and the stairs are carved out of single slabs of marble. The work is more intricate and grand than that of Taj (that was a different era all together, so wrong comparison) or any of the Jain temples (again, wrong comparison – the Jain temples were even before the Taj).
No cameras allowed so no snaps.
By this time my shoes are in such shape that I could pass off as a begger. On our way back, we just stop by and pick up a pair of shoes for me – a much needed thing!
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Day 8 ends, I have lost track of the trip meter.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Adventures of Venom - 7!!!
Day 7 - 18th November 2007
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Well, this day wasn't really an adventure for venom - she was happily parked in the garage.
Didn't go ANYWHERE.. spent the day at home - drinking (of course!!!!!), playing carrom (VS more than me), playing with Rohit (or is it Arush now - the oh-so-famous 10 month old baby of my fren, who still doesn't have a name)
Watched Om Shanti Om - good fun, especially when you are watching it with a bunch of crack pots like me!!!!
Resolved to go to see the Taj the next day, and went off to sleep at 2.00 AM.
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Day 7 ends, nothing to mention, chilled and relaxed
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Well, this day wasn't really an adventure for venom - she was happily parked in the garage.
Didn't go ANYWHERE.. spent the day at home - drinking (of course!!!!!), playing carrom (VS more than me), playing with Rohit (or is it Arush now - the oh-so-famous 10 month old baby of my fren, who still doesn't have a name) Watched Om Shanti Om - good fun, especially when you are watching it with a bunch of crack pots like me!!!!
Resolved to go to see the Taj the next day, and went off to sleep at 2.00 AM.
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Day 7 ends, nothing to mention, chilled and relaxed
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