I am what I am , crazy,chirpy,fuzzy,whizzy,supersonic and idiotic!!

Baby aborted ?

2011-01-29T16:38:00.001+05:30

I need to take a break from blogging. Just spend sometime with myself. Is my two and half year old baby aborted? Well, will give the tough answer to be given by time.. Until then.. Adieu..Stay good

Yappieee nuuuu year :):)

2010-12-31T18:00:00.002+05:30

Wishing my online family a very happy, prosperous,naughty and bombastic new year :)

Be good and stay good.

God Bless :)

XOXO

Love me for a reason:let the reason be Love...

2010-12-11T23:00:00.002+05:30

So serene. So beautiful. Like lilies in fresh water, dancing to the tunes of soft westerly winds. Peace. Like the waves on the sea shore who come forward and recede away in shyness. I can see a light. A beautiful white light, shining in its full splendor and glory. I can feel the goodness, the tranquility. I can feel the warmth in the moron chill all over me. I feel like melting away. Like flying. Like a motley of variegated colors exploding pleasantly in my head with all brilliance.

Finally I feel God has heard me. My wish of just one extra day with him has come true. I know he cant leave so abruptly. Leaving me to grope in the blinding darkness. Leaving me with so many infectious aberrations around. I want to ask him how he is? Is he eating well? Taking his BP tablets properly? Watching his favorite Cricket matches? Going on long drives (but with whom? As my mom is here, perhaps hoping he’ll come back some day, one day, today?).

A sudden jerk. The bus has come to a halt for nature calls near midnight. Everything disappears. Memories remain. Thanks Dad, You have always been the one to wish me first on my birthday.And this year is no exception.Thank you Very very much.You showed me to fight. You showed me Blood is NOT thicker than water. You showed me the true colors of everyone near and dear.You showed the survivor in me.

Some people form indelible imprints in your life. No matter how far they are, or how near, they are always there. To support, to care, to love. Dictionary calls them FRIENDS but I call them LIFE. A few click click moments with them all..

Party at ma place for Bharathi's Birthday :) (from left: Anu,Vikram,Urundai,Korr,arithri,malini bharathi,JK @the phone guy,Suma, Nannu,Her Highness and Bhai :))

Thinking hard.. Please comment on my photographic skills :)

Nannu, my nephew sang and me :) He has the sole authority and guts to make me dance to his varied tunes..I am not complaining though. I love every bit of insanity.

My ex-juniors Kamala and Divya who took the pains to travel far and long to see me.

Prasun. He gets me the choicest books every year on my day. We hardly talk ( rather I dont talk). But still.. we are good friends. As I say, In true relationships physical closeness and hi-how-are-you phone calls never really matter.

Bharathi. The forever Bulwark. Needless to say anything more.

Priya Mom and Me :) I love this pic and the people in it :)

Thanks mommie for the book :) Will read and review soon :)

Madhu. The insensible guy when it comes to thinking aloud. But yeah, He is the best :)

Greeting card- best way to express you care.

Which is lovelier ? the watch or the luxury chocolates? Still thinking..

A consortium of all the goodies that wonderful people gave me. As a token of their remembrance, their love and affection. Yeah, am creative to border them with new dupattas( thanks Mother Earth for your 20%discount offer and Bhai for your overflowing bank balance :))the only color of my life for six days as we have to wear uniforms (colorful duppata allowed).

Missed Viji, Leena, Ini, Moti, Revs though :(

My grandma's sister visited us on my Birthday. She has her Knee replaced recently but nevertheless climbed three floors to see me. This is my achievement. Love in someone's heart. A guileless heart who blessed me.

I am indeed a lucky girl. Aint I??

PS: I know that many of my friends read this blog but never comment. Just drop by this post to say a hi. I shall be honored.

Nothing to loose

2010-11-30T17:48:00.000+05:30

So, I had been to Coimbatore this weekend. To meet my little fussy sister, who got conjunctivitis and acted as though she was on death bed and her last wish was to see me. I pulled along, cursing the darn elastic strings of emotional bonding!!

I took the bus from Bangalore. I was shaken out of my beautiful reverie by the lack of rickety motion of the bus. I realized there was traffic jam on either side of the Mettur by-pass road, for nearly 2 km long.

Reason: Head on collision between a highway traffic patrol car and a lorry.

Casualities: None. Albeit The” Ego war” between the highway police and lorry driver as to whose fault it was and who should move out of the road first. (yeah, we the people of India have a deep rooted obsession for public property including roads, that a few years down, I wont be surprised even if NH roads are issued Legal heir certificates).

Finally after two heated hours of bickering, a third party Police intervention took place to pacify their brothers involved and clear up. The bollywood formula that the Police arrives after the “THE END” card flashes is true.

The 2 km long traffic had all sorts of vehicles and people stranded. Marriage parties, buses, two wheelers, cars of various sizes and shapes and prices and also AMBULANCE, in which a tiny life was struggling to extricate from the darkness of the womb ( Little did she know that it is the safest place ever). The lady delivered in the ambulance. Sans any Doctor. With Just a few villagers who held sarees to cover her up from poring, curious yang eyes. The lady and baby survived. The real endurance test, for both alike. The umbilical cord was cut with a Gillette shaving razor. Then the reality slapped hard on my face. Do we have any value for Human life here? Had this ambulance been stranded in USA, the highway patrol, lorry man and police dept would have been sweet geol birds for eons. Now I love my country and am not being a cynic, but this made me think. WHO IS TO BLAME?

Shivaganga - Muuuuaaahhhh :)

2010-11-05T00:04:00.000+05:30

So, we the random group of ten wanderers went to this awesome place called Shivaganga. Four bikes and a car transported us there.It is some 56 km from Bangalore, on NH-4, Tumkur road. A great spot for trekking, provided you've struck a deal with rain gods. A picture speaks mightier than a 1000 words. So feast on...

The group of ten starting from my place at morning 6 23 a.m. Yeah, you read it right, I woke up.

Me on the bike with Korr, a great rider :)

View of the plains and rocks from half way through the top.

Befriending the clouds.

Photography novice click

Vikram at his best. A true marvel of a photograph.

Green green everywhere.

Pseudo Eminems :)

A random click

From the top.

One of my favorite pics.

Not pretty much fond of masonry structures. Nevertheless.

Relaxing at the peak after the four km long uphill trek.

There was this one temple where you need to put your hand in a pot like thing. A water column will be vibrating within it. If water touches your hand, you are a blessed soul, else you are up to no good. My question: Do I need drops of water to tell who I actually am?

In a nutshell, it was one of the best trips I have had, despite the continuous drizzle, slippery rocks and wet shoes.

Tauba tera jalwa...

2010-10-24T12:45:00.001+05:30

So I was in Delhi earlier this week. We shook the sleep out of our eyes and took the 6 00 a.m flight from Bangalore. Landed safely (I am in-and-out acrophobic. I wish to die beautiful. Up in the air, I murmur many deals with all the gods my brains could think of. So yeah, landing safely is sort of a big deal). We had to wait for two hours in the endless queue for a cab,due to puja holidays' rush. Hence could not attend the meeting in morning. Perhaps sleep's wrath for driving it out so soon. Took a metro from Karol Bagh to Noida. Author is used to travelling in uncivilized parts of the country in a tonga. So Metro was like-Whoa!!! what is this thing? Trains of India? Had to take plastic coins for tickets, put my bag through an electronic scanner, swipe the tickets and get into the station. Wait for the train in the correct platform, near "women only" coach. Once the doors open, I come across 'beauties' of all kinds. The following is in common with all girls (well, at least 90% of those I witnessed)

1. More than the dress you wear, the hair you bear needs ironing. That is the need of the hour. Then it has to be cut at odd places, each strand in a different length and let loose. Make the hair wantonly fall all over your face and keep pushing it apart with one hand, of course, cell phone in the other hand. Color it with some pale brown or deep maroon, the exact sick dead color that your hair will naturally get once unattended for two three weeks. Dah this is fashion. God save them.

2. Painting of finger and toe nails is a must. That too in shades of black, green, blue etc which, at least to me, look devilish. I had a good mind to take a nail cutter and clip them all off. Believe me, there were two college girls who were actually applying a 'third coat of nail enamel' on the running train, cursing their mother all along for forcing them to a breakfast which wasted their time, that could otherwise have been used for painting nails. Duh!!!

3. The more uncomfortable your slippers are, the more fashionable you are !!! I am happy with my floaters, no matter what people say, its torn, its old, it does not go well with my clothes etc. My question is: Aren't footwear meant to go well with your feet rather than clothes? I just don't get the point.

4. You should show just the right amount of cleavage as a semi naked arousal technique. Men look on. In return they get monster stares from cleavage bearers. Girls forget the fact that there's a top button on their shirts that yearns to be put on. And those good ones that don't show cleavage, wear such tight non breathable T shirts, that the push-up brassiere pattern could be made out easily.

To all the girls: You look beautiful. In your own special way. So please DO NOT go out of the way to spoil it.

Found these few lines somewhere and thought will put it up here.

Go ahead take a second glace,
It may be your last chance.
This beauty right here,
Is not what she is to appear.
All the make-up and all the lies,
Something you cant see through naked eyes.
True beauty that is hard to find,
It comes from within the soul & mind.
When I stand here you turn away,
As my inner self starts to decay,
Just like an old pipe beginning to rust,
Another of God's true beauty turns to dust.

55-Fiction

2010-10-15T21:16:00.000+05:30

A short story needs to be narrated in 55 words or less. So, read on and go thak-thak with your comments.

Husband: Dear, been missing you very much since morning.Will work from home, now on.

Wife: a pseudo plastic smile.

He holds her waist and travels to her sensitive neck line, and starts kissing.Lecherous. She responds, hoping desperately to forget her first and last love forever and wishing she had a time-turner.

Speed 1THz Memory 1 ZB :)

2010-10-03T11:54:00.004+05:30

I liked Enthiran. Yeah, am a hard-core Rajini fan. No matter he's 60 years old. No matter he cant dance. No matter he cant look that great. But he's got something mystic about him that is really magnetic.

Aishwarya Rai Bachchan has tried best to look hot? sexy? dont know what. I dont understand why she wants to flaunt a wrinkled back. To Aish -"Baby, you cant ever act. Now you dont look good either. Please retire. Take care of your hubby and parents-in-law and sit back home. Give us rest too."

The effects are stunning. Especially in the second half during the various robot formations in the form of sphere, python,hoist etc are a visual treat. Kudos to Shanker for that.

Music is not upto the mark. None of the songs are like hummable once out of theater. I still don't believe its ARR.

Danny is not used properly. His role comes to an abrupt end.

Costumes are really good. Make-up for Rajini is also good. Not over-done at all.

Rajini as the robot "Chitti" has done a really good role.

In short, this is not one of Rajini's mass movies, but class movie. My take- must watch- once in theatre, for Rajini. That said, please dont look for logic or reality. Remember its a Rajini + Shanker movie.

If I were President..I'd be Obama :)

2010-09-22T22:03:00.017+05:30

I had been tagged by Manasa and here I go.. Felt like doing one for quite sometime..

If I were a month, I'd be December..("This is my December" by Linkin Park is an awesome song too)

If I were a day of the week, I'd obviously be Monday , cant stay away from boss for more than two days :)

If I were a time of day, I'd be night. Reasons manifold :)

If I were a season, I'd be summer, bright and shiny always :0

If I were a planet, I’d be err... ummmm.. no idea :(

If I were an animal, I’d be my sister :)

If I were a direction, I'd be south.. lovely food slllluuurrp

If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a flower vase (does it come under furniture? chalo anyways..)

If I were a liquid, I'd be kingfisher (water of course)

If I were a tree, I'd be the banyan, rich tall and majestic as ever.

I’d be If I were a tool, I’d be a tester (yeah, a disillusioned Electrical Engineer as ever)

If I were an element, I’d be sodium (well, that is the first thing that came to my mind)

If I were a gemstone,I'd be ruby.

If I were a musical instrument,I'd be veena (by the way, I know to play the veena. Learnt it for four years)

If I were a color,I'd be blue :)

If I were an emotion,I'd be joy.

If I were a fruit, I'd be water melon.

If I were a sound, I’d be the tick tick noise that my watch makes. Somehow I love listening to it. yeah even in office.

If I were a car, I'd be civic (somehow am really attracted to its headlights.. so damn sexy)

If I were food, I'd be dosa :)

If I were a taste, I'd be spice.

If I were a scent,I'd be Nike deo up or down. Trust me girls, its very very good.

If I were a pair of shoes,I'd be Adidas (anything, so long as its Adidas)!

If I were a bird, I’d be a dove

If I were a Fast bowler, I’d MM

If I were a Batsman, I’d be the god. Now everyone knows who.

All good things come to an end...or beginning?

2010-09-16T17:23:00.004+05:30

Strangely I have never mentioned about my father in this blog roll till date. Why? reasons unknown. Perhaps I dont love him.. People dont love to breathe, do they? Then why today of all days, I feel I should bring him to this space?...

The man of big dreams, hopes and ambitions,which made him climb the career ladder in no time. One of the top ten metallurgists of India.
The man whose heart can forgive both friends and foes alike.
The man of indeterminable maturity and composition.
The man whose generosity knew no bounds.
The man who loves to eat good food, no matter if it contained high fat or calories, which his doctor advised him not to take.
The man who chose nothing less than the best for his wife.
The man who has a truly liberal thought pattern, albeit hailing from a staunch brahmin family.
The man who loves to treat his workers like his own brothers.
The man who never knows the parasites around him (or did he know and never bothered?)
The man who loves every iota of his life.
The man who was...

I love you dad. Like never before. Tears never dry, but I know you hate to see me cry. I am your daughter. I know you are watching me. Will live your dreams. As always, you shall be ever proud of your little girl. Noever gone, never far, in my heart is where you are.

Bikaner-A travelogue

2010-07-25T20:14:00.001+05:30

One good feel I get by working for my company is I get to explore so many remotest locations of India, which I shall never do otherwise. Bikaner is beautiful in its own inexpressible way. I am staying in a Hotel Jamna Nivas which looks like a simple single storey, un cemented building from outside. But the food is good, homely and simple, something which is difficult to get in these parts. People here add a huge amount of oil in everything they cook. Reason: Rajasthan has water scarcity. Oil films the thirst and keeps body cool for considerable length of time. You can start the day by visiting the Karni Maatha temple, the famous rat temple.It is 35 km from Bikaner railway station. I felt irky at first to see 1500 odd rats, ambling about the temple, sipping milk by forming the periphery of a "parat"(a wide circular two inch depth plate), eating laddoo from pujari's hand, the remnants of which is distributed as prashad to the devotees(I did not eat it though). Jerry time: a must visit place, makes me wonder how so many rats live in harmony with people without any record disease.

Next stop: Camel park. Camels at various stages of development. Some were beautifully adorned in traditional camel clothes , a feast to eyes. Camel bone keychains are available at low prices. A good buy. Camel milk kulfi, sluuurrrrppp :)

Kundh Sagar: Minarets of the entire dynasty of Bikaner kings who had ruled for 300 years. Beautiful monuments made of rich marble, arranged in a neat matrix. Maintenance however is not very good.

Chotu Motu Joshi: You will curse yourself if you go without visiting this place. World's unbeatable lassi in such a huge stainless steel glass, can easily make up for breakfast. Big things come in small packages. So true when it comes to this place.

Return to hotel by 7 p.m., calling it a good memorable trip. Getting geared up for Monday morning blues already.
PS: Shall upload pics sometime later. Poor net connectivity.

where are the clothes?

2010-06-18T21:57:00.007+05:30

So the other day I was in WESTSIDE desperate to buy a kurti. My boss' daughter's marriage was in a couple of days. I just grabbed a few with no green green or pink or yellow or orange on it. Wanted to try at least one from each size as I feel I have grown pretty much horizontally (nowadays, as the sun sleeps till 7 30, preeti follows suit). There was a long queue outside the trial rooms. Pretty much the same size as in ration shops for buying kerosene. Finally after some twenty minutes, I was bum kissing just one lady before me. She tried on one beautiful looking kurti.

She(after coming out of trial room to show her guy/husband/god-knows-who): Kya yeh thik hai? (Is this looking good?).

He: haan, par thoda loose hai (yeah good but little loose).

Trust me there was just enough space for her to move her hands 90 deg to her body more than that then , better watch it babe.Then she tried something more skinny, her tummy threatening to explode any moment (cant blame her, climatic effects of Bangalore). After about seven such dresses she finally chose one. I really wonder if she is still alive , as the dress was holding her breath.
My point is western clothes need not be provocative. You need to radiate dignity and elegance, however dressed you are. People do not realise that there is just a hairline difference between looking sexy and looking vulgar. And if you really want to spend a fortune on such non existent and invisible clothes, you need not go to malls, please come to me.Two hand kerchiefs each worth Rs 10 shall do the job.

err.. by the way did not buy anything for myself. Went to the wedding in uniform :) directly from office. Safe, best and soft on wallet too.

come on up.. screw somebody !!:)

2010-06-02T16:55:00.005+05:30

After having a totally screwed up day at office, I feel awesome. Yeah, you read it right. Am really feeling good. The reason is I am going to release my bottled screwed up feeling onto someone else. A sadistic pleasure gained, but nevertheless, priceless:) Trust me, when you are totally a goner, try passing the fever on. I know radiating positivity is the way of life, but try radiating negativity too, its the fun of life. You certainly gain some relief.

Ok, let me stop digression. This incident took place a couple of days back. Me and Mohan were in BUN WORLD (the black forest cake there is awesome, not tried the buns though). There was a size zero girl nearby Mohan. She had worn knowingly a cute girly pink skin fitting T-shirt and a "neatly laundered jean" (not sure why am calling it a jean, anyways...) and unknowingly she had worn a cute little brown slim equally size zero lizard on her lower left hip. So Mohan noticed it and asked me to tell her about the lizard as if he would tell the latitudinal and longitudinal location of its place, she might take offence.

I called out," Excuse me..."

"You have a lizard on your BUTT", completed Mohan. The girl was muddled whom to tackle first, the lizard butt-kissing her or a total stranger calling out to her butt. She chose to react to the former. I am glad we were out of BUN WORLD without any charges filed.

MORAL: am feeling loads better now by pulling some one's leg in my space. You are down,continue the tradition of leg pulling, author included, she shall take no offence what-so-ever.

Dead and Gone...

2010-05-24T17:01:00.009+05:30

Empty spaces fill me up with gloom
Distant traces with no place left to bloom
It is hard to believe, reality slaps
with cut wings, I try to flap...

Loneliness, grief and solitude flaunt
I can take no more, even shadows haunt
with eyes wide open, I sleep
Heart beats with ache, real real deep...

Engulfed in darkness, swallowed by fire
Sockets meet draught, tears retire
YOU broke your promise, and slept
My body survived, but soul met death...

Empty spaces fill me up with gloom

Distant traces with no place left to bloom

It is hard to believe, reality slaps

with cut wings, I try to flap...

-Dedicated to the unfortunate survivors of Mangalore Air Crash.

I am the most peculiar creature of all.... I always want for what is not...:)

2010-04-26T22:54:00.008+05:30

Let me quote a few day to day instances I have witnessed that stands testimony to my title.

1. My sister had come to Blore from hostel for two days. Her AIEEE entrance exam center was here. She was a hosteler for two years. So dirty plates in middle of room is culture, clothes all over bed is way of life, crumpled bedsheets is 'cool' and to top it all, her dead cells greeting me every time I take my comb is 'fun'. Now that I am err.. professional and organised (forgetting my four years of history at hostel) I cribbed fired and fired and fired her every single time. for every single thing. Now that she has gone home to my parents', I miss her. I love her despite all her shabbiness and yearn for her (yeah, dirt comes free, I understand). I need my sister when she is not, I am the most peculiar creature of all.

2. "Preeti, I am on leave tomorrow", when these heavenly words are uttered by my boss, my joy is boundless. The same joy that Obama has when Bush invites him for a dinner date, the same joy that Aiswarya Rai Bachchan has on actually 'acting' and getting appreciated, the same joy that Harbhajan has when Sreeshanth hugs him..get the joy thing now right? But when the day at office dawns, and people wait like a pack of hungry leopards to pounce and tear you with questions, document details, technical clarifications, site problems, motor ratings and the list goes on.. The balloon of joy gets deflated at an exponential rate. I need my boss when she is not, I am the most peculiar creature of all.

3. I Love the weather when it is bright and sunny. So Mr. sun shows me extra love , more and more each day. So I need to tell him NOT to be over giving. But no, Mr Sun never listens and shines till 50 deg C. Then suddenly it starts raining. Cats and dogs. My laundered clothes get a second free wash. I curse Mr Sun for betraying me. I am the most peculiar creature of all, I always want for sun, when he is not.

This post shall be updated till time eternal..

PINK

2010-04-05T17:16:00.007+05:30

This is my first albeit meek and sincere attempt at short story writing. I would like everyone who reads this post to leave a true comment. Thanks in advance.

Maya was late. She panicked on seeing the time, cursing herself for watching a late night movie and over sleeping, also making a mental resolution never ever to do so again, at least on the day of meeting Prem. Maya and Prem were going strong for 6 years now. They started as good friends and slowly yet serenely, the friendship blossomed to an intimacy beyond imagination, they becoming soul mates each heart beating for the other, each pulse throbbing for the other. Maya had a fascination for the color pink. She lived in a posh colossal villa off the shores of Juhu, with a bay window overlooking the waves, which , she felt, always reached out to her to send a message, but receded away coyly, letting silence fill the space. Living room walls were tapered with alternate shades of shocking pink and pale pink, giving a sensual touch to the Da Vinci and Hussain pencil sketches. The couch had a soft touch of pink and glamour blue in an intricately woven fabric of jute handicraft. Her bedroom was meticulously designed having a bedecked wardrobe and a round single bed again matching in vagaries of pink. There she stood confused, what to wear, on such an important day for both her and Prem. She chose a casual pink silk blouse with beige loose pants, then fought with the mirror at different angles and elevations and changed to an off shoulder flowing gown in blood red and pink fabric design, finally settling down on a knee length sleeveless, floral pink and white frock, bought by Prem the previous year on her birthday when things were..
She then had a hasty coiffure and scurried to the kitchen to prepare Prem's favorite breakfast, scrambled eggs with a hint of mint leaves and olives. And a dashing glass of fresh orange juice. She didnt like either the eggs or the juice , but let her eyes feast upon the glow on his face, radiating innumerable feelings of love, adoration and trust. She prepared breakfast singing happily to herself the favorite foot tapping song PINK by Aerosmith. There. The door bell rang. She peeped trough the magic hole , took a deep breath and opened doors to her Prince everything. He can be classified as hot, 6 footer with a great Indian tan and eyes that shone with acuity and truth. He held in his hands a bunch of red and predominantly pink asters, the favorites of Maya. He gave her a warm hug, binding her in a bond ever strengthening with time ad cupped his hands on her chin and kissed her softly. She surrendered to him completely, silent tears of joy wetting her soft blushed pink face. They lay there in each others' arms in the living room, letting each other enjoy the pervading silence and cherishing the moment, wishing time to freeze. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, they interlocked their lip curves once again, washing away fear, loneliness and negativity, if any. They had a silent breakfast, Prem eating and Maya watching with abysmal joy. Later Prem hugged her sensing her fear of the outcome of the important appointment and kissed her forehead, silently walking her up to his porch. She had a surprise waiting on her seat. A pink teddy bear with a cupid in its hands. Her sockets welled up once again. It was a 10 mile drive to the hospital. Appointment with Dr. Radha Srinivas was fixed up a month back and every essential document for the operation was ready. Yes, Maya, like many other Indian women, was an innocent victim of breast cancer. Prem knew of this two years ago, and had stood by her, despite refusal from his parents. He never let trepidation cross the strong walls of his will and lived in hope that Maya will be perfectly fine after the mastectomy. He waited outside the operation theatre, fingers crossed for the red lamp to turn green and the news to fill him with joy.

He waited in hope...
He waited for Maya to come back to him in pink of health and spirits...
He waited...

lage raho munnabhai :)

2010-03-31T16:53:00.004+05:30

Some people adore Gandhi. His only clothing being simplicity. His weapon being non violence. His thirst for peace. His devoted efforts to maintain umbilical cord relationship between Hindus and Muslims. His unostentatious smile which is frozen forever in the crisp tree remnants (err.. sorry if its too much for your pea brain, the author is highly shaded by PGW and her phrase “crisp tree remnants” means paper notes. Sorry for underestimating your brain to the size of pea, in case you already cracked it). Some people adore the last part most. Yeah, his smile. On crisp notes. Get the point?
Bingo, A thief broke into my home a week ago. I was as usual in under-civilized part of the country (this time in East Rajasthan, 20 km from the border). A hacksaw and a can of chloroform did the trick. He broke open through the main door. Dad was in deep sleep(mom had gone for vacating hostel for my younger sister), perhaps romancing with mom at least in dreams. Little did he know he was being chloroformed and taken the rudraksh that he was wearing tied by a gold chain and which has been running down our family for the past eight generations, cash taken from his wallet and other odd places where mom feels is for emergency use like behind the gas cylinder in kitchen, behind the mirror in the bathroom, inside the rice drum and other such equally not-so-cashy places. Then he took my dad’s third daughter, his blackberry phone along with two AC remotes and his diabetic check kit (thinking them to be mobile phones too). So it is definitely someone who knew the stuff at home. But fate has it that we cant blame it on anyone as the gardener, house keeper and cook work in shifts, so there are nearly 20 different persons every week allotted by the company.

Am not done yet. There is more. He has taken the three year old son of my neighbour, bought him lot of chocolates and biscuits and put him in the police station himself.

Am still not done. My dad after the chloroform finally gave way for his neurons to start reacting, went to the police station to lodge a complaint, only to find the DSP’s house had been looted too.

And Mr./Ms Thief, in case you are reading my blog (yeah, this incident has made the author believe that even thieves read her super famous blog L) please keep everything. Just return the rudraksh. My dad loves it. Perhaps more than me.

And if you think this is an April First Fool post, the author swears the contents are true to the best of her telephonically heard knowledge from home and is in need of comforting words, and of course, crisp tree remnants as a source of temporary solace from the shock.

Title sochne ka dimag nahin

2010-03-08T17:12:00.004+05:30

Nowadays Preeti wakes up with the sun, arm in arm they go for a brisk morning jog to a lake nearby. Courtesy Priya, who changed me completely. How? Well anyone would, if you talked about the total lack of stamina and fitness during any process or act (well, I was talking about absence of stamina and fitness at work, what are you thinking?) So I keep myself boosted up for the 3 km jog , slapping on sleep’s face rudely and torturing my eyelids open. More than being self boosted, one person really boosted me. A girl. Age 27-29 years. Size 38 (oops sorry, I am shamelessly brazen). Red T shirt size 34. With the text “milk shake” written in white bold letters. I am straight, but am a mixture of embarrassment ( as I too am biologically a girl) sympathy (perhaps she does not have money to buy clothes and is still wearing her tenth grade T-shirt) anger and empathy in equal proportions to the other male-jogging community. So she stops her jog and catches one of the guys looking just a little below her face :0 He stutters. She blasts. He says sorry and moves on. She looks at me and says
“cha, India has got independence but still this eve teasing continues”
I tell her back “ yeah true, India has got independence and Men cant have perfectly functional hormones”.
So, To all such attention seekers- Please understand men. They have curiosity over things which they don’t have, not now not ever. You either try your wee bit not to kindle their fire, else love the attention and accept the fact that you are being looked at and cleavages are God's gift. You got it, You flaunt it. And as freebies you get all the yang eyes poring into you.
Today is International Women's Day ( not the kinda post that women will like I know) and I wish all the women realize these two things:

Stop the “save women” rant. We are not weak to be saved. You in case are being crushed by the society, its YOU who is responsible for giving them access. Be bold. Be a man :)
Men are not aliens. They definitely (at least majority) love and respect us, for being the way we are. Yes, there are some morons in men, but so are there bitches in women.

So this day can be celebrated as HAPPY HUMANS’ DAY :) Let us accept the fact that we definitely complement each other. In all walks of life.

welcome to the ad-mad show :)

2010-03-03T16:38:00.019+05:30

I came across these interesting concepts in a few advertisements. But this made me think where these ads are actually telecast. I find most of the ads silly (like the kinds of fair ever fair and handsome etc) childish and creativity not in the least vicinity of the commercial.

Marriages are truly made in heaven. This picture is shot beautifully. The blend of concrete, humans and flora is realistic.

wish things were as simple as this Xerox machine…

come what may, our ladies wont change

I loved this one. Creativity in its true form

This was the lone solace during hostel days.. endless cups of tea and one packet of maggi.ahh.. I just remembered a few nostalgic lines from WESTLIFE, Queen of my heart , " I ll always look back as I walk away these memories will last an eternity.."

A picture is more powerful than a thousand words..

Give it a thought.Imagine two people seeing this beautiful world with your sexy eyes ... hmmmmm.

Here comes one ad with a pint of Indian masala.. Zara hatke in class from the rest.

Or there is an easier way. Bum kissing your boss 24 * 7. This is a sure slow poison, though may not be instant relief.

A reality review

2010-02-19T17:23:00.002+05:30

So we landed up outside poornima theatre near lalbagh last Saturday. I felt like watching a Tamil movie. The last one I have seen in a theatre was dasaavathaaram , some 2.5 years back (yeah, no doubts am born a Tamilian, but still confused as to which "state" of India my loyalty should lie as many states have equally sheltered me). My friends told me Tamil Padam was screening there. But lo.. to our disappointment it was some new Vishal movie ( err.. I hardly know the actor so did wanna spoil my whole weekend grumbling about the lost money and time over a not-so-familiar faced movie I just realise I have not mentioned about the actress, but trust me, in Tamil movies it no longer matters). So we were hoping against hope hopen to get tickets for MY NAME IS KHAN and we got the breakthrough :) yeah we were a group of six lucky bums :). SRK has actually acted in the movie, and not his usual choco boy self. I still cant believe it is the product of a Karan Johar creation after KANK and other family so called sentiment stuff. It just goes way way over my head. Kajol is stunning and you keep mumbling a secret prayer to god that he should imbibe at least 10% of kajolness in you when you are forty. Story line- Powerful. The actual trauma and pain felt by Muslims post 9/11 cannot be better depicted. SRK's asperger syndrome wants you to have some of it, to make a world a better place to live in (well, think over it, it makes sense). Kajol's role in the second half got irritating and tit-for-tat attitude kind. But SRK was paradoxical to her. Costumes- Simple yet elegant. I loved SRK's reebok shoes :) On the whole, if you are in a not so crazy and party mood and want a change in you (I mean it, this movie has made me 'think global, act local') go for it :) So my judgement, its not a movie, but A REALITY.

Meet my valentine:)

2010-02-12T17:29:00.005+05:30

Yeah.. okay valentine's day is round the corner and the title promises all lovey dovey stuff inside. After all,love is LOVE, lets all talk about love.. Abinaya's this post made my eyes well.. Thanks for liking me so much. I really am spell bound at the small incidences you remember that we shared and more honored that some of them have left a deep impact on your personality. Cheers gurl, love you:):) Now let me write about a person who means the world to me, today and forever. And I would like this chain to pass on. Write about one person who really means a lot to you. Dedicate it to the spirit of Valentine :) spirit of love :)

Yeah, I love, respect, adore,admire and sometimes even get mad at this person. Well, I met him a year ago. Tall Dark Handsome . Rather you can say he was THE DREAM GUY. We were sitting together in the Human Process lab (click here for further details of HPL). Where I was the chatter box (bragging butt grin:)) and others were obedient listeners. One post lunch session I was unusually quite, then this guy spoke up to me first time," Hey preeti, why so silent,? so so unlikely of you. Come on speak something." I started speaking to him then. About day-to-day happenings. About people. about sex. About my passion for buying err.. chalo SENSOR :):) about emotions. about parents. about Obama. about road side paani puri. About US. What I felt towards him.

He has always been there for me. Be it going to KFC or leaving me to the bus stop to go home or visiting an orphanage or anything. I want a book and I get it, I want one salwar, I get two. I need love, and he reciprocates with so much that my heart aches for excess love.Unadulterated love. Love as for a friend , well wisher and a brother. Perhaps god has not given me a real one as I have HIM. Bhai, I cannot thank you enough. HUGS :):)well, I just remembered I have already bragged about my bro earlier here.

And yeah, HAPPY VALENTINES' DAY TO YOU ALL :):) Well, Preeti is never ON time, she is well in advance :)

void of life?

2010-02-02T16:51:00.005+05:30

It all started with a headache after office yesterday. Little did I know that a normal headache could leave such a deep impact upon me. Little did I know that the headache was an effect of unknown emotional turmoil in my subconscious mind. I cried. Cried is too ordinary a word. I poured out from deep within. Till 2 am. My cheeks had dry tears. Pillow was wet. I still do not have an iota of a clue as to why I am in so much pain. I can still feel it. I have a shield around me. Nothing/No one can break into it. I am strong. I am sensible. Then why did such a thing happen? I am confused. Shaken. Shocked at the revelation of a weakling within me. Scared at the thought of ignorance of the cause of such anguish. Does a different Preeti exist? I don’t need warm words. I don’t need sympathy. I don’t need “don’t worry, things are fine” stuff. Because I know things are not okay. Something is wrong, whose magnitude is grouching behind a black veil. I feel I should shun this off as a bad dream/vision. But I cant as it is still fresh in my mind. I need clarity. .I need the real ME back..

a click-click post :):)

2010-01-31T10:40:00.017+05:30

Well, Sunday morning. Wanna blog. But too lazy to write anything. So thought would rather share a few snaps over trekking done at MM Hills in Bangalore and accessories :)

craziness comes free with Preeti :)

Me Mohan and Vishnu discussing about Saitans inside Tanjore Brihadeeswara temple. Trust me, I could not sleep that night. Guess Mr. Shiva got angry as we were bifocal:/ and took revenge on the Ms.Innocent.

The rock band with their leader:)

Me and Priya before the 23 km jungle trek, as fresh as lilies :)

The mystery trail starts off:)

the lady with the gun..

a curvaceous structure

Mohan's best pal;)

the forests...

A police officer was killed brutally by Veerapan, the sandalwood smuggler. In front of His memorial. Two years later, Veerapan was shot at a nearby spot.

Sashi Sir, our team leader, trying to show us a parakeet. The novices look on..

mammoth potties of the mammoth:)

The team of ten... At the end of a long day...

MM Hills is 230 km from Bangalore, towards Hogenakkal. Since it is a jungle trek, permission from the forest officials is necessary, not a big deal to get though. We started trekking at 9 45 am and could find deers and elephants. Ideal start time is 7 am. 23 km. four hour trek. Then food and much needed rest at a cottage. Start at 5 pm to reach Bangalore by 11 or 12. This place is an ideal break for people who work on Saturdays and need to get some lazy bones moving on a Sunday.. My rating 4/5 :):)

:):):)

2010-01-28T17:09:00.007+05:30

I have been promoted to an Engineer from Engineer Trainee :):) Though this happens to 750 other Engineer Trainees of our company, I am feeling proud,elated,good and complete :):)

Just these two lines for now. I wanted to capture this precise amount of happiness and excitation running through me at this moment in the sands of time for eternity. So just put in these words here in my space for my friends, wishing this is frozen forever.

A thousand tears...

2010-01-22T17:12:00.004+05:30

Laila and Mariam have many things in common. To list a few:
They are both the paradigm of a modern Afghan Woman
They love to Live for their children, even if its a day longer
They fight the Taliban, showing stalwart support to Kabul
They are both married, unfortunately to the same (hu) man
It is tough to choose which is more bearable, bombs being thrown like water balloons over their kins, or being beaten black and blue by Rasheed, their husband.
It is my challenge to all my friends who love good books, that this book will make you shed a thousand splendid tears. Yes, A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini is not as good as the Kite Runner, it is even better. After Shantaram and A fine balance (Rohinton Mistry) this book made my cry, not from my heart, but from my soul. At some places in the book, you feel like giving up your life to end their suffering, curse yourself for being an armchair lady and being so narrow minded to grumble over a job or a missed train or a lost guy or simply over nothing at all. Love is like a silkworm trying to survive every extra second, sacrifice flows like an ocean here and finally you reach a point where you can take it no more and you turn every page hoping Laila and Mariam will wake up to a better tomorrow. The cover page design cannot be better. A lone woman, covered in red, surviving the winds of time, is heading towards a goal, which according to her is a better place to live in, with people to love and respect her, which have become luxuries to her. Food is a rare commodity, hunger, pain, distrust and lingering death her companions forever (?). Will she survive?

TWO STATES ;)

2010-01-15T17:05:00.007+05:30

Hey friends, I wish all of you the best in 2010. May you have mannnnyyy boy/girl friends, lots of money and time to buy books, food, movies and clothes :)may married friends be blessed with soft obedient children ;)and yeah, happy new year again :)
I was in Rajasthan for the new year in a thermal power plant. If you really wanna know what it was all about, kindly read my previous rants :)Cut off from people, good food, rice and sambhar for ten days. Thanks to bread and jam. It helped me shed three kgs in ten days. So, this is now size zero rice-less and priceless Preeti for you :O

Then one of my friends was back from the US, remember Jumbili who had night mares about the horse biting him ‘there’(click here for flashback)?? Yeah, that’s the one who has come back for a vacation. So Jumbili wanted to have a ‘feel’ of Chennai and her sister Bangalore (now no wisecracks as to what he was feeling for 20 years at C+B before leaving for MS, that question is beyond the scope of this blog space). So yeah, we travelled by bus from place to place. He was nothing like a typical NRI , who curses the weather as though it were his ex-girlfriend personified(I guess he is still straight, though I have my own doubts as one Mr Adam keeps calling him and talks for :)..anyways..), grumbles about pollution and population and definitely not a mineral water freak.

Scene 1: Chennai, Sunday noon, Mt Road
We were alighting a bus when This Jumbili was standing in a queue to get down . I never really knew what queue meant especially in ticket counters, ration shops restrooms etc and definitely was alien to it in a bus. I guess people feel so restricted, suffocated and deadly inside a bus (people not to be blamed, courtesy weather and temperament of bus driver and conductor) that they want to explode out of it first thing their stop arrives. Its like sperms fighting and finally the king sperm emerges first. Yeah, sperms have random kinetic motion, not in a queue. Jumbili told me he did not feel welcome back here as back in US he had discipline and humanity as the basic qualifications of any person.. Huh, what to say guys?

Scene 2: Chennai bus again
Now here I was bestowed the job of preventing a fist fight between Jumbili and the bus conductor. At a signal , Jumbili asked the driver to switch off his engine for the 120 second long wait. For which he said that diesel is Govt’s money not his. He started giving statistics regarding how his two-minute-engine-on on a continual basis is blasphemous to the environment, financial prospects of India and lots of other above the head concepts. So, the driver rose not-so-gracefully from his seat and rolled up his sleeves. I had to intrude and prevent what could have been a free show and even a bigger hit than 3 Idiots.

Scene 3: Shoe shop, Bangalore
One of the shoe shops said “grab two pay for one” so we tried to do some grabbing and realized anything that we chose was not less than 700 bucks (not branded mind you). Agreed, these are advertising skills or marketing strategies but not all people are so foolish to buy a torn-strap-slipper for a fortune. So Jumbili felt that people are no longer honest to themselves.

Scene 4: Auto man, Bangalore
In Bangalore we have this wonderful meter system unlike Chennai. So the rate is 7 Rs/km. We happened to meet one auto man who said his meter is wrongly calibrated and we should pay him Rs 120 (though the meter cost would have been somewhere around Rs.70 to 80). So Jumbili told him to take Rs 120 but he wanted the meter kept ON to really check the calibration ( A Power Engineer from US definitely cant stand faulty instruments and will go the extent of repairing it, as they feel it is their personal property). So the clever and dexterous auto man switches off his meter at half way through to our home. Jumbili gets irritated and says he wants it on. The.auto man says the battery got discharged and signed a verbal deal with us saying he wont accept a single rupee if his auto does not start working once we reach home. We reached. Meter conked. Auto man stared giving shy smiles. Jumbili said he wont pay. Hell broke loose and finally we gave in, not because 120 Indian rupees meant nothing to him or he wanted peace but because the smell of masala dosa from our home caught him off guard and he wanted to attack it soon.

Then he started all about reckless drivers, lack of lane ethics blah blah blah. But I just said I love my India, however she is and I love my people however they are, as I am no different and very proud.

happie bday Preet :):)

2009-12-09T15:26:00.002+05:30

So, its yet another year.. not feeling in the best of health today :( so jus gonna keep it short and simple. I want all of you who read this post to write what you feel towards me/this blog. criticism most welcome. I cant say I love it, since we dont love to breathe :) I want you guys to let me know who I am according to your bonding with me in this online family. so deal?
and yeah, this blog is open to all.. except of course anonymous readers. As I have said many times, there is no err.. secret content out here for you too keep your identity reserved.
ok, will wrap up..hugs to you all :):)

meet the honest damsel ::):)

2009-11-20T17:08:00.008+05:30

aww... Sree gave me this honest scrap award.. I am so pleased (happie tears of course, honestly :))..

The rules are I need to write 10 honest things about me ( I assume it can be even 'pure' thoughts I very often have :/) Then I need to tag seven people and pass on this award..

Lemme start...

1. I love to do solitary wrestling with my soul. I choose to be disturbed for no reason, laugh my arse off for again no reason, I drool over guys for no reason (err.. yeah.. no reason:)) and what ever.

2. I cannot talk sense, for continuously more than five minutes. Now no wise cracks saying neither can I write sense, though the author honestly admits that fact too. I prefer bugging a person in person than stick a four inch instrument to my ear. I love to see their irritation and say secretly "gotcha babe/dude, mission accomplished".

3. I have a 'thing' for bold bald men and beer bellied men, preferably old. sheesh.. now that I have said it, I am like whoa.. should I actually be telling this?? but its ok, I am sure some young prince will get instant attraction to my 'honesty' and appreciate the thoughts embedded in these words :)

4. My estrogen starts secreting at the wrong times, and wrong places in front of wrong people. Somehow, I die when I lose a pen or something equally silly but remain a rock when actually someone dies:(:( But that is the way I am, Idiotic as ever :)

5. I am Shenaz-Hussain- hairstyle scared (long for hell-scared) of crossing roads. I never cross it alone, and even if I do, I speak to my mom on phone which doing the act (of crossing the road:P). Just in case I reach hell (remember I am still being truly honest) earlier than other side of the road.

6. I can be elated by small things, say a road side paani puri treat, a greeting card saying you remember, a mail etc. These things will give me more pleasure than getting 10 crores :) Honestly I dont need so much money, because even if I get it, I dunno what next to do with it.

7. If you miss watching Chyna and Stephanie brawling (to ignite the ignorant, Women wrestling) dont worry at all. Come home when me and my sis meet after one month. Amma literally walks out of the house, when we suddenly realise we are famished due to the brawl, and realise further there is no food cooked, and unite against Amma who has committed the crime of temporarily orphaning and starving us.

8. I hate yellow. Be it gold, clothes, wall paints, flowers furniture or what ever, I simply HATE yellow. Given a choice between being with yellow or veerapan (forgetting the fact he has yellow teeth) I ll choose the latter :) Honestly.

9. I love potatoes, form no bar. I can barter a life long supply of potatoes for even Clooney :) I know now two souls will be on cloud nine :)

10.I honestly love my online family. You guys rock.Today and forever.

PS: I tag: Revs, Kartz, Sawan, Vanilla,Jack, Chriz and Matangi :)

I just have to write because I feel like...

2009-10-31T15:04:00.002+05:30

Anger

frustration

disturbance

disgust

weakness

helplessness

fear

irritation

hatred

What do I do if I get all these feelings at once? This is the conversation that took place between me and a security personnel, at the gate some few meters in front of our site office:

He: oye oye oye

Me: (used to such calls from sexually starved men, turned a cold shoulder as usual, not to blame them totally as I am the only yin among 2000 yang)

He: hello hello madam..

Me: madam, this word made me go back to him. Yes?

He: aap kahan kaam kar rahen hain? (where do you work).

Me: XYZ

He: aap ab kahan jaa rahen hain? (where are you going now?)

Me: site office

He; XYZ ka office udhar nahin hain. sach bolo kahan jaa rahi ho? (there s no site office there. tell me the truth as to where you are going).

and here the 'you' changed from plural to singular( this is one point where I love the English language, you dont have to bother whether the person is calling you the singular you or the plural one, it doesnt even matter). This reflected many things like he had an element of doubt regarding my basic character.No, this is not my figment of imagination, there is no circuited reason- I am a Sagittarian, and I cant imagine.Simple as that. I cannot describe the tone with which he asked and sent goose flesh on my skin. I felt so humiliated. Unless you be Me I am sure its tough to feel the magnitude of the issue. But I hope this is making some sense atleast. I mean hope you get the point and intensity of the words uttered by him.I agree, a security personnel's job is to ensure safety to company's property and check everyone's identity. Not talk like a third rated person, who cannot identify the person who's been working at site for a month continuously now. This is not yet another save women rant, never shall i vouch for such feelings, but yeah, I expect people to respect me, as a person, as a human, as an Engineer and at last, as a Woman.I gave a cold look and kept walking saying " get elite, XYZ office has been there for the past one year, unless you have shifted it overnight".

Somehow, I am still disturbed. Why ME?

Preeti, the serial kisser :x

2009-10-24T20:36:00.001+05:30

Christopher. Completed 15 revolutions round the sun. Tall for his age. Elegant Tan. Bright eyes. Porcupine hair. Breathed Maths. Imbibed Physics. Photographic memory. One complex equation he never understood was :how the human mind works. Facial expressions bore no meaning to him. He was a neural controlled network and the terms 'feelings' 'emotions' 'eye-talk' were out of his scope of syllabus. This attracted me to him. He never lied. Though sometimes, he white-lied (hiding certain facts which does not quantify as lies, like when your mom asks "what are you doing?" you in turn respond saying" I am sleeping" which is also true even without the latter part of the sentence disclosing your err..companion(s).. hope the term white-lie is perfectly clear now :P). So where was I? Yeah.. Chris. One sad morning he found his neighbor’s dog dead. Rather killed. With a garden fork. Someone murdering a dog?? rather tweedy. More tweedy was Chris went to the dregs of the issue to find the murderer and suitably punish him (yeah.. he also composed an elegy for the death of the dog).
So its all about how he finds the culprit, discovers someone near to him is actually alive and not dead as believed and portrayed by all, how he travels all alone a 1000 miles in search of someone, how he actually loves someone whom he hated and hates someone whom he loved, how he maintains distant proximity with someone and stuff like that..
Guess its all soupy now.. to make things clear, read THE CUROIUS INCIDENT OF THE DOG IN THE NIGHT TIME by MARK HADDON. Now what has the title got to do with this book review? Well, the author has to attract readers for book reviews till the end na.. So gotcha glued (I hope so). And yeah, I white lied too :). I did kiss the book !!:) Any day, given an option between a good book and sex, Preeti solemnly swears to chose the former (err.. no white lies here :):))

HAPPY DIWALI (atleast) to you :/

2009-10-16T15:21:00.000+05:30

CAUTION: Rant ahead , with a footnote of Diwali wish (author shamelessly admits the wish is a formality, just typed out and not from her heart).
So, here I am stuck for Diwali in an alien land, infested with contractor and customer shouting into each ear ( thank god for just two ears), without family, without friends ( just a couple of colleagues who got no other choice but to befriend me as they are also lonely souls out here). No crackers, no amma's food, no meeting sister even after six long months, no seeing he ayyan pattasu ad every fifteen minutes, no temple (no regrets there though) and just having loneliness to accompany my shadow which is also full of empty. Let me talk about one good thing of not being at home for Diwali.. No OIL BATH. I shudder at the very thought of that. I am a proud hydrophobic and it really takes a toll on me to scrub myself oil free and my mother will put so much oil on my cute little head that a whole ravenous bunch of 50 people can fry papads and eat for a month (no exaggeration). There should be some statement in kumudham or anantha vikatan ( amma's bible, though the first rank between the two books keeps swapping, in direct proportion to "true" and "unbelievable" facts in them) that applying hair oil leads to cholesterol or something equally sensible (remember this author always talks sense :)).
And the worst part is when I get a call from L and she says:
L: Hey vetti, so having fun at site na? We software people are so busy and life does not give time to breathe.
Me: L, I am with customer, can I get back?
L: I am free on two days before and after Diwali re.. call me then. Good you are in a public sector. You will get so much time for yourself.
Me(getting so aarrrgghhh like when Mallika Sherawat is asked to wear clothes): Please L, its been ages since I forgot what time means, forget for oneself.
L: Yeah I know you always want for more. Remember what you always say,"man is the peculiar of all, who always wants for what is not".
Me; L, shut the gyan up before I freak out.. chal bye.
L: ok ok nautanki.. buh bye
But she is so busy that she ultimately hangs the phone up only after fifteen minutes, when I have already put the phone in my pocket and doing my work. Dah.. do software people love monologues???
Anyways, cutting the crap and rant, I wish you all a very Happy Diwali :):) Enjoy have fun and dont hog too much.. Remember there's this malnourished kid in Bhilai :(:(:(

DIFFERENT STROKES :):)

2009-09-21T13:14:00.003+05:30

Well, had a feel of all sorts of emotions yesterday. As usual, penning them down here, without censoring okie :):)

On an active stroke, I successfully shifted my home yesterday, from A 63 to A 64, though the distance between the two houses is as far as our eyes and ears, it took me four months to do that. Finally, yes, I DID IT !!:) kudos to active preeti :)

On a feel-good stroke, watched dil bole hadippa. Movie is really good if you are a Rani fan. But at some places you go like "eeeeewwwww" when rakhi Sawant pops up. you feel like giving her your handkechief and pray secretly she atleast accepts that. The movie was racy especially after my long list of watch-faltoo-movies-and-throw-250-bucks-in-gutter epidemic.I have fallen for Shahid s hair style and color. He looks awesome. Songs are a bit jarring, but ok. On the whole , GO FOR IT :):) and please dont listen to the News channel morons who give so called correct ratings.

On a pinnacles-of-embarassment stroke, I entered (unknowingly, innocuously, unintentionally) into a GENTS restroom :(:(:(:(. I was actually talking to my friend and kept walking, not realising he was entering into the forbidden zone. And even after entering, my pea sized brain didn realise and was talkin to him animatedly. When three guys who were actually err.. doing the act gave me George Bush to Saddam Hussain looks, I realised where I was. I just slipped a shy sorry, and rafha daffa ho gayi :(:( into the ladies restrom (ahhh.. finally) . Then changed into newly bought clothes so that I am not recognised and convicted. Whew..

On a disgusting stroke, I seriously dunno where we are heading to. At the start of the movie we were asked to stand for the national anthem. Two college so called educated girls said " oh no shit man... why do they do this to us.." I am not all that Gandhi follower or India India type of girl, but come on, get a life girls. You need to maintain certain level of respect for the country and not stoop so much. I agree you have royal arses, but remember it is resting in our country only.

On an appalling stroke, I got a seat in the bus. Yeah it is a big deal because it was 6 30 pm and it was bangalore and it was raining and it was bangalore again.One aged grandpa who had finished his evening namas didn get a seat. I offered my seat to him as he was very aged. The girl next to me , who thinks she is the first cousin of Aishwarya Rai, gave me a look which said "you want me to sit next to him ??". DUH.. sad such people exist.

On a rejuvenating stroke, I played in rains yesterday :) Got fully drenched and experienced bliss by floating paper boats in small puddles. Yeah, am paying for it now, got a nose leak but who cares??? live life to fullest, kya kahen.. kal ho naa ho (err..,. bear with the melodrama, author not to be blamed...you know how yash chopra films are :))

On a happy happy stroke, am going home today :):) mommie mommie :):)

boom-boom-bastic!!:)

2009-09-15T16:59:00.002+05:30

Some neural block has occurred I guess. Right now am in office staring at my monitor for past two hours with the determination to do nothing at all. Guess I am saturated with MaxDNA PLC concepts, and SSingh ( sheesh.. just now the shocking revelation comes to me that I have never mentioned SSingh, next post on him..rather US). Now before I digress as usual, am gonna brag about my SPORTS DAY.
Well, yeah, though I work in a public sector, though the thought pattern of a few people is tangential to mine, though the number of people I speak to at office is equal to total virtual hair on Syed Keermani’s head., come SPORTS DAY and we became one common name, cutting the barriers of hierarchy and sex. We were BHEL-ISG. For Ladies, the events started with spoon and marble race. Though the game may seem kiddish to many royal b&*tts , it reflects on one’s concentration capacity, time-distance mastery and speed governance. And It is definitely the best game since Her Highness, Preeti S won the third Prize . Was disqualified in throw ball and running race too cam first from the last. There were a bunch of sad people who had imagined their boss behind them and hence they won it hands down. My boss is cool so I was cool too about the race. My mother won a prize in skittles ( snow bowling) and Me again in tug-of-war. Actually there were two teams and unfortunately I was on the team which came second. Even before I could realize the ‘war’ had started, it was all over, since our team was a bunch of malnourished children from Africa and theirs were a bunch of homo sapiens who were definitely first cousins of Big Show(now if you don’t know him, please get elite with WWF).
Tambola was a grand flop for both my unlucky tickets. Nevertheless, The sir who conduct3ed Tambola was a feast to the ears. Flawless language, with well-tailored words, introducing each number as it popped out of the pink plastic container. The impact of “I am a COMPLAN GIRL” blew away the very next day. Pain started burgeoning from name-it-and-I-will-say-it cells of my body. Fitness level is negative, came the comment from my mother, and for once I could not spit back. She threatened me never to get married (yuhuuuuu) if I am so fit for nothing (literally). So Preeti has started feeling guilty, has swept the dregs of lethargy under her doormat and is taking a solemn oath in the virtual presence of her online friends that she will rise with the sun everyday and go for jogging and other fitness freaky stuff, but never shall I cut down on fried food, potatoes and more potatoes :):). NO WISE CRACKS PLEASE :):).

PS: SOMEONE TAG ME :) I feel like doing a tag :):)

by-the-way post ;)

2009-09-07T17:04:00.004+05:30

Well, we are the humble people who toil for the country till 4 30 pm on Saturdays also. My weekend starts after that.. no cribbing though. Caught up with my college friend Priya and two others, Aveek and Nitin at Garuda Mall (pallav who was supposed to join us, unfortunately was temporarily dead in his bed, after a hard core lunch of chicken and more chicken and more chicken).
Did a bit of book shopping, got four books (yeah, you are right, lots of book reviews coming up, wait with bated breath okie:)) then went to a place called SCARY HOUSE . Trust me, it lives up to its nomenclature.. Its a five minute tour of a tunnel which bathes you in darkness (err..we smart as%^s tried to use mobile light only to get them snatched by the hanging skeletons and suspended carcasses). Anyways, in a nutshell we came out trembling, sweating and 206-bones-shaken.
Then went to the gaming zone, where we have to purchase coins and play games. We got glued to basket ball. When you score some decent points, you get free tickets, using which you can get gifts ( say huggables or stationery or chocolates, which depends on the number of tickets you got,which again depends on how decent your score is :)). We 'dignified' girls we accompanied by two not-so-ethical guys. This Aveek and Nitin could not play well enough to get many tickets. They chose an easier option of swindling the overflowing tickets of our neighbour players, two small boys. The boys, really didn seem to know the value of the tickets and were engrossed in their game, and by the time they knew, it was too late. Aveek had already exchanged the tickets for his gift.
Me and Priya caught up on a few Tamil movies after eons and danced to the silliest of songs, and finally crashed at two am.
Sunday: In bed till eleven. Breakfast of cornflakes. Lunch prepared by Chefs Prepri (short for preeti and priya, err.. could not get more creative than that) another movie and baskin robbins in the evening.
What more can one want? huh... still suffering from weekend hangover...Mondays suck bigtime :(:(:(

The forever BULWARKS

2009-09-05T08:35:00.007+05:30

Place: City Montessori School, Lucknow
Age: 4-12,
I cry…Amma does not seem to listen…I wail…hoping to make an impact on her…She walks even faster, clutching my satchel and water bottle in one hand and pulling me with the other (I hold the red and blue color snacks box in my hand, since mickey mouse looks at me wit sympathy, or so I feel..)…I squat at the entrance of my class, determined not to leave amma’s palloo. Tr.Ruby rushes up to me and holds me in her arms and later into my place. I keep looking out of the window expecting my amma to return…I just wait… I cant hold the chalk properly…cant sit in one place forever without my mother’s presence…But was in the hands of a good sculptor, who had the forbearance to hone this stone…Who taught me the power withheld in 26 alphabets, continuously fed me with ambrosia of words and taught me to learn along the teaching curve. I will never forget Tr.Ruby’s serenity, unadulterated care and unostentatious love.

Place: Mahatma Gandhi Centenary Vidhyalaya, Trichy
Age : 15, tenth grade
To some people you feel like giving respect, some others command respect, some you hold in awe but there are really a few who make you feel incomplete and wriggly-earthwormish if you don’t respect and you choose to hold them in awe and reverence.
Tr.Mary - She is THE lady for English language. The language respects her too, am sure. She injected grammar into me, she made me fall in love with books. I don’t really have words to express what she really is. She will read the riot act if you fall out of step, so we got to be watchful every single second, a perfectionist. All I can say is, I respect her as much I respect P G Wodehouse. She gives a book to everyone who gets above 85% in the board exams in her paper. I got 86%. And THAT was my first achievement in my life. David Copperfield-from The Lady herself, bathed in bliss. She was a success as she never worked for notes, even at 65, she radiates vigour and has attained a supreme level in the art of teaching, blessed only to a few.

Age: 15-17, twelfth grade.
David Sir- The zealot. The foodie. The man for Physics, who made me feel ‘something’ from the usual feeling I had- a pebble on the sand being continuously teased and bullied by the mighty waves…He taught me to admire the electrons, tiny things whose motion rules the world, laugh at the bulky protons, visualize the inter spacing crystal lattice like the array of laddoos in a sweet shop, van de graff generator as a barber combing hair before chopping it off and the list goes on.. Sir, Thank you so much, you have enriched my life with a brighter shine.

Age: 17-21, SSN college of Engineering, Chennai
Ramesh Sir and Senthil Sir- these are a pair of absolutely contrasting personalities, poles asunder. Best buddies as they joined college the same time as our batch. One, who searches for something in everything, while the other who vouches for nothing in everything. One who is an upright opportunist, the other, well, troublesome opportunist. One who avoids problems, other who avoids everything which does not have problems. Both these men are simply remarkable and will rush to my help and support always. I have bunked classes to take philosophy lectures from Senthil sir and believe me, there is not one dark unexplored area by him, ranging from computers to hard core electrical, movies to sports, osho to Sidney Sheldon, alpha to omega. He keeps raising the bar for us without our knowledge and we obey him, loyally.

When I finished college and stepped into professional world, got intimidated by many saying that knowledge sharing will be like rains in TamilNadu. Rare and precious. True. It was precious, but never rare. I have never once hesitated to approach my boss, or even her boss for technical guidance. I have asked relentlessly silly questions for which the answers came without any issues, at the cost of their time. Ever grateful to Bindu Mam, NPK Sir, MKM Sir and Subramanian Sir. A special mention about Natarajan Sir. Next to David Sir, he has been my inspiration and pushing factor to redefine horizons.

I WISH A HAPPY TEACHERS’ DAY TO ALL OF YOU. You truly and deeply mean a lot to me. Show me light forever.

a little too mad over you...

2009-08-20T15:59:00.002+05:30

now.. time for some ...ahem.... quality romance... Now if you are thinking I am gonna write about romance here, I am sorry you still dont know me too well :) I got a forward mail that I am taking the trouble to copy and paste here.So that some romance rubs onto us too :) these stories were really ne plus ultra.. So read on and happie romancing :):)

************ ********* ****** Story 1 ************ ********* ******
Girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night.They loved each other a lot.....
Girl:"slow down a little.. I'm scared.."
Boy: "No, it's so fun.."
Girl: "please..it's so scary.."
Boy: "Then say that you love me.."
Girl: "Fine..I love you..can you slow down now?"
Boy: "Give me a big hug.."
The girl gave him a big hug.
Girl: "Now can you slow down?"
Boy: "Can you take off my helmet and put it on? It's uncomfortable and it's bothering me while i ride."
The next day, there was a story in the newspaper. A motorcycle had crashed into a building because its brakes were broken. There were two people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived...The guy knew that the brakes were broken. He didn't want to let the girl know,because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared. Instead, he was toldthe last time that she loved him,got a hug from her, put his helmet on her so that she can live, and die himself...Once in a while, Right in the middle of an ordinary life, Love gives us a fairy tale...
Message "Life consists not in holding good cards but in playingthose you hold well"
************ ********* ****** Story 2 ************ ********* ******
It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am ,when an elderly gentleman, in his 80's, presented to have sutures(stitches) removed from his thumb.He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am . I(nurse) took his vital signs and had him take a seat,knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him.I saw him looking at his watch and decided,since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.On exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation.Asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning somewhere else, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no,that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease.As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound,I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.I was surprised, and asked him. "And you are still going every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and said. "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."
Message :True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
************ ********* ****** STORY 3*********** ********* ****
From the very beginning, girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy, saying that it has got to do with family background, & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.Due to family's pressure, the couple quarreled very often. Though the girl loved the guy deeply, she always asked him: "How deep is your love for me?" As the guy is not good with his words, this often caused the girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endured it in silence.After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl:"I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you.If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marryme?" The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he left, they got engaged. The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails & phone calls. Though it was hard, but both never thought of giving up.One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. when she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. she had lost her voice....The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down. During the stay in hospital,besides silence cry,..it's still just silence cry that accompanied her.Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart every time it rang.She does not wish to let the guy know & not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions & millions of reply, countless phone calls,. . all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying.... The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be happy.With a new environment, the girl learns sign language & started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't news of him.A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead. When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her.He used sign language to tell her "I've spent a year to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise.Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You." With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.Treat every relationship as if it's the last one, then you'll know how to Give. Treat every moment as is it's the last day, then you'll know how to treasure.Treasure what you have right now, or else you will regret one day..

wow wow wow :)

2009-08-14T16:49:00.005+05:30

Hey dudes and dudettes and more dudes :), I am now living in Corfu, a small island near England. Homo Sapiens are a rare commodity here. Feeling really out of place. All that I can see here are peasants and their families. Olives are a major cultivation here. You know what?? There is no concept of a 'bathroom', everything is mingled with nature.. I have grown accustomed to that too and dont feel conscious when a lizard, or a scorpion or a spider er.. checks me out.
My fauna friends here are Quasimodo, a very naughty pigeon, a pair of tortoises ( I call them achilles and acillio) who are so close to me that they give me permission when they are in physical confluence, A scorpion ( my mom does not like her much because she keeps spilling her hard laid eggs all over our dining table) two water snakes ( my sister really minds them taking bath with her, dunno whats the big deal.. I cant let my snakes get a heat stroke). And when ever I get a new species, I rush to Theodore (my scientist friend) who has given me a microscope and we rush in the fields and get excited over new fauna every time and again.
I have learnt to befriend sea-gulls too. When I once went boating, an escaped convict had a gull with him. He wanted me to have his Alecko (sea-gull) because he was turning out to be a nightmare and keeps coming back to him for food, and the convict was finding it increasingly difficult to give the police a slip with a hungry whining gull. When I bought that home, Mom and sister mistook it to be an albatross and wanted me to dispose it off soon. An Albatross, for the ignorant, is supposed to bring very bad luck to the family (remember the high school poem Rime Of The Ancient Mariner???).
Now to flora. Did you know there arises conflicts between flowers too??? Daisy family is really very arrogant and are usually clustered. One day, I put a single red rose in a vase full of white daisies. The rose was about to breath her last, when I sprinkled some aspirin water on her and put her in a separate place. Whew... Daisies should learn to behave themselves.
Now, Hang on..I hear my cell phone beep.. But there are no cell phones here at corfu..oh my god... I just come to the shocking realisation that the book MY FAMILY AND OTHER ANIMALS by Gerald Durrell Has actually transported me to Corfu.
So take this as an Independence Day advice and grab the book soon,.. else you know me, Preeti Bites :):)
JAI HIND :):):)

A dead letter...

2009-08-05T16:18:00.003+05:30

Dedication: this post is dedicated to Keshi, whose post inspired me to write along these lines . I have written this post in five mins, truly madly deeply from my heart :)

Dear Amma,
Can you believe it? I really cant..It all happened too fast. But please don’t cry. Every time you do, I bite your plump pink nose and make you laugh. No one else can do that anymore. And don’t you dare give my patent of nose-biting or ear-holding and sleeping to anyone. You really mean a lot to me. My last wish- DO NOT BURN me.. what if it hurts? I have been always scared of fire and what will happen to me after death..You bury me (please for once be an iconoclast against your father-in-law,remember it is my last wish). I need to be dressed in my favorite black Reebok t-shirt I am wearing since 12th grade, and my floral shorts J. Please bath me in Nike deo (in case I sweat,err..forgot dead don’t sweat,anyways..).No flowers on the coffin please.. I want chocolates instead. And entry to my funeral is restricted strictly to you, appa, priya and friends. I don’t want people who shed crocodile tears to come. I want who loved my craziness, knew my insanity, touched my heart and who will miss me now on..
I have never had any dark/hidden part in my life from you. But there are a few petty things that I want you to know now, even though it doesn’t matter anymore. Your daughter is not a teetotaler as you think her to be. I have tasted beer once and had a puff once. I tell ya, didn have to inclination to do again since the taste was even more horrible than the sambhar I cook :). I had a crush on the cute little paper boy who comes to our home everyday. I always secretly wished I were a few years younger or he were a few years older.. I even had … er… not-so-printable fantasies with him.
I have always secretly hid my earrings and told you they are lost. I don’t like earrings ma. Don’t forget to remove them before my burial.
DO NOT donate or dispose my tissues that my friends write every time after a hangout, or the letter my childhood friend Viju’s written, or my book collection or my old slippers/shoes.. I know they litter my room, but now no problem since you’ll have to arrange them only once J
DO NOT wear that dark green Saree with pink border. You look too old.. Remember though you crossed forty you are still hot and sexy??:)
Incase you feel bored just gimme a tinkle… I will let you know my blue abode’s number soon. Chal gotta rush.. I have a dinner date with Krish, I am nervous.. But I know..I ll become his favorite gopika sooner or later.
Yours,
Eternal Preetu

PS: I love you.

HEY LISTEN UP!!:)

2009-08-02T08:39:00.005+05:30

hey all you people out there...

wishing all you dudes and dudettes a very very happie friendship day :):) it feels good to have so many of you always to share my er... bakwaas and more bakwaas and moree..

right now I am in chennai ( I looooveeee chennai ) having a great great time with friends( err.. I am on Sick leave according to my boss, he reads this blog, but anyways, happie friendship day to you too sir :))

more abt friends and chennai and more friends in my next post :)

HAPPIE FRIENDSHIP DAY AGAIN :) needless to say, you all mean really a lot to me :):)

cheers :):)

AND the most charming personality award goes to...

2009-07-29T16:34:00.002+05:30

Some 25 years down the memory lane...
Amma: Hey Meena, listen up... No need to go to office today. Get out of this salwar, Wear a saree and get lookable soon.
Meena: what's the dealio amma? why creating such a fuss all of a sudden? and I have an important meeting today. I cant take an off.
Amma: please do as I say.. Groom's people will be here in no time. Wont look good if they catch us argueing over nothing like this. ANyway, you are still not a baby, its high time I got you married.. You are twenty there.. the right age and marriage package for a girl. Now come on dont waste time dear.
Meena: Amma, I am not yet mentally prepared for the bondage, restrictions, family and of course sex. I need time amma.
Amma: Do you have someone else in mind dear? Do tell me frankly and boldly. Your choice will further lessen my tension adn responsibilities. I know, my daughter would have chosen the best of best for her guy.
Meena: amma, nothing like that. I have no time nor inclination towards love marriage. You mean the world to me and I know you will make the best choice for me.
Amma: then let today be the red letter day. Come dear, get ready.

Meena got ready, thinking to herself today is THE day for her. She made a mental note of questions to ask the groom and answers for imaginary questions. She decided not to wear any make up, as she was radiating beauty from within. She wanted her better half to sense this and like her for the Meena she is. She wore a simple rangachari cotton saree,deep maroon bordered with mustard yellow. She gave birth to beads of perspiration, the cause of which being trepidition, uncertainity and anticipation.She took deep breaths took the plate of snacks and filter coffee for Vikram, his parents and Vikram's brother in law. Vikram was a shy guy too and was just stealing looks at Meena when no one else noticed.He realised she is a fantasy, a reality, personification of perfection, beauty and power. She is the warrior in times of gloom and uncertainity. She is the absymal source of unadultereated love and comfort.She is the paradigm of womanhood. Meena however wanted to have a little chat with Vikram, alone. The parents agreed and they went out for a walk, a walk to remember..
Vikram: I am Vikram, Metallurgist from REC trichy. I like to play bridge and squash.I secretly have watched not-so-family types movies, I no longer do. I do not have any girfriends, but I do accept I had a crush on my only girl class mate, Suganthi. I do not drink but smoke rarely. I love my parents and my sister, now I love you.WIll you be mine forever?

Meena was a mixture of abashment, reverance and bliss by these frank confessions by a total stranger. She felt she could live her life fully, from the bottom of her heart if they get married. She felt the closeness and feeling of immense security creeping in.She gave her approval with a simple nod and a shy smile.They got married...Got two daughters.. One of whom never believes in love at all (forget love-at-first-sight), but still respects and cherishes their bond. That One is truly grateful to Vikram for choosing such a wonderful girl.. Who is my mother who rose along with the sun today,her birthday.. All I can say is , I am the most luckiest girl on earth to have her as my besttttt friend, my love , my life :):) Meena, you rock :). Happy birthday :)err.. dont we look great???

Better read this mateys:):)

2009-07-25T12:00:00.004+05:30

One of the best things you can find under my work table is the angelic abode of mosquitoes. Second best thing is they love me so much that they accompany me all the way home, to my bed, wash room and err.. well.. everywhere okay.. I really hate the dark skin of the night peeling off so soon every morning, but nowadays it really does’t matter since it is Preeti who wakes up the sleeping sun. I really don’t mind the mosquito bites I don’t feel anything ( yeah.. my skin is like George Bush, immune to everything and good for nothing J). I get rocked out of my beauty sleep when Mr Mosquito comes up to my ear and buzzes, “ Hey buddy , your veggie man chow soup tastes great!!, thanks for the wonderful dinner treat, see you tomorrow J”
Now I can hear you say this female is acting as though she is the sole sufferer of mosquito menace. That is exactly what I wish to say now ( ha.. finally !!). When we can “serve” mosquitoes without a choice, why cant we choose to “serve” humanity? Or have you always wanted to help and never knew whom what how when where thingies???

Click here for details about a wonderful community of youngsters, who provide sponsorship and mentor ship guidance for needy children. A mentor is one who needs to visit the child for just six hours a month ( location of child to be mentored will be near your home), take photo copies of mark sheets, give educational guidance and also moral support.
A sponsor needs to take care of the financial commitments of the child pertaining to education. A mentor is not advised to give money.

Best thing we can give them is what we claim not to have ever-size-zero: TIME, which needs to be given birth and streamlined, wholly having the leash in our hands:)
So, on your mark, get set, go :):)

mixture of emotions...

2009-07-19T15:30:00.009+05:30

1. I am forcing myself to blog because I Feel the wind knocked out of me. My friend's father breathed his last. I am so cut off from people and civil life that I forgot to give her my new mobile number and didn check her mail to me also. Got to know the news after a week. Bathed in guilt as I could not be with her when she needed me. Padma, Please forgive me. Uncle means a lot to us. Sincerely praying for his soul to rest in peace.

2. Is it really possible to get so close to people that getting apart from them literally bleeds your heart? Knowing fully well we are not destined to be together forever since the only similarity being different paths? Sometimes, companionship does hurt a lot and solitude mocks at your face saying she won finally and that you ultimately run towards her. All that is left with you are a few wet tissues, sleepless nights and eternal memories.

3. On the sunny side up, I saved a fish the other day. I was hanging clothes outside and thanks to the continual showers that our cricket ground now became the abode of myriad aquatics. I saw a fish struggle for life inside our compound floor and despite her thorns and her slippery self, put her back home. Rightly said, big things come in small packages.

4. Mr Fate brings you so much happiness that you dread the next moment. I was hunting for a book like crazy sometime back and casually told my two friends am yet to find it. One of them got it through e-bay and the other got it couriered from some corner in Mumbai. Though its a book, the emotions linked are priceless and I am left with so much goodness to know people care so much.

5. Missing my sister very very much. She is in a boarding school and allowed only one phone call a week which she uses to speak to amma. When some week she calls me instead of amma, I am stuck up with my boss or with customers. What life is this when you cant devote meagre time who mean the world to you? I sometimes sit and ask myself if I am doing justice to the people around me... Yet to find an answer.

6. Sometimes, I lie to my heart. I choose to be happy, I choose to close my eyes to the paranoid things around, I choose to sleep when I am supposed to act, I choose to stay passive when am expected to guide, I choose to say 'time will heal' when I know 'now' is also time.

7. There rages a war between professional and emotional decisions. Again, I leave the call to time without much brooding.

8. Keshi, sorry for missing your Birthday. Hope you understand. XOXO. Wishing you the best of best ever in life. Smiles and cheers always :)

SHE

2009-06-09T17:35:00.002+05:30

SHE was the most wanted..

SHE was unexpected..

SHE had the brilliant combination of power force and energy..

SHE was beauty..

SHE was a feast to the parched sockets..

SHE was transient..

SHE was the Dust Storm...

I am happy to live now after just tasting deep sleep, it hit our office, removed our roof, but still, we live.. LIFE, I LIVE YOU :):)

travel travails

2009-05-27T13:17:00.002+05:30

SO now in Bhilai, back to my non-cozy cocoon :(:( no, this aint another Bhilai this- Bhilai that rant of mine ..

Though the true spice of India lies in travelling by second sleeper, thinking of the following reasons thwarts the thought:

1. 1500 kms in second sleeper means irritation due to wailing babies around, frustration due to a young couple doing ahem... wat eva :), helplessness when an old uncle speaks non stop on familiar topics like shares, politics and embarrassment when he asks me my favorite topic and I reply Food :(:(

2. Company pays for 2nd AC , so why hurt our finance dept by turning down their offer ???

3. Exponential increase of temperature from Bangalore to Bhilai :)

4. Plug point ( though half the time not working ones) to charge mobile so that my boyfriend does not miss me :P

We had to take two trains, from Bangy-Nagpur and Nagpur to Durg.. Bangy to Nagpur was heaven travel.. These railway people did not have place in their stupid train from Nagpur-Durg for two hot and sexy girls :( So we had to take an open ticket and catch hold of TT to get some place to rest our tired ass which had travelled for one day already. The conversation bet my friend Nan and the TT :

Nan: Sir, we had booked our tickets thru internet.. It came to WL 4 and 5 and got cancelled.. We now have purchased a general ticket. can you arrange for some place in sleeper atleast.. even one seat would do (she s a poor disillusioned girl, thinkin both of us are size zero, but didn dare tell her anythin then, lest I should be roasted alive )

TT:yeh jo baajoo mein khade hain unka waiting 33 hai. maine unko mana kar diya. (roughly meaning the man here has waiting 33.. i refused him a seat, the inter-circuital meaning being, he needs money from us, more than what that man could offer)

Nan: teek hai sir, daal dijiye (and groped in her wallet for notes).

TT: 500+172 (172 being actual ticket fare..

She pays the price and we load ourselves and our luggage in the crystal latticed space available. Only to realise it was the TT s seat and his suitcase occupying half the seat allotted to us (side lower) and the guy opposite us giving us errr ahem bad looks (yeah.. I know his hormones are perfectly functional, so no issues there :))

The fried rice aroma packed tempts us to eat, but the you-know-wat smell tempts us to never touch food for next ten days.. Finally we reach home at twelve, stinking, sweating, thirsty, hungry to find out there s a power failure and water supply gone too :( This is how Preeti is treated when she herself feels like taking a look at water, never given a chance to being non hydrophobic :(:(

Rest in next guys and girls :):) Cheers till then :):)

SHEELA..

2009-05-12T22:41:00.005+05:30

I remember getting down at school with her in the cycle rickshaw just before prayer bell...

I remember her smile from the heart, which has the magnetic attraction to brighten up anyone's grumpy mood...

I remember teaching her Physics light and sound problems just before the exams...

I remember her giving her time and space for me always...

I remember her kiddo bro, who used to come rushing at her at the four thirty bell, perhaps the only soul who loved her..

I remember her puking blood one day...

I remember her last brave smile...

God has perhaps made a sensible choice to give her permanent peace away from the turbulent domestic life she lived...

Yet, thinking of her, a silent tear drops down my cheeks, thinking of the positivity she radiated despite her problems, the attitude she lived with, seeking no solace in the cowardly covers of sympathy. Sometimes life becomes so so hard on you and reality slaps across your face left-right-left, not giving you time to accept things the way they are. Not able to face the truth, hiding in the cozy cacoon of non-veracity, hoping for some improbable miracle. Hoping you were in some other place. Hoping you never knew the person so close, and hoping the emotional shackles will break away soon, not affecting you with unfathomable grief. Feel like writing no more.Sheela, will ever be yours. Still, I wish I had a time-turner.

Sacred Space- The Garden

2009-05-05T11:53:00.000+05:30

For the Garden of your daily living

Plant three rows of peas:
1. Peace of mind
2. Peace of heart
3. Peace of soul

Plant four rows of squash:

1. Squash gossip

2. Squash indifference

3. Squash grumbling

4. Squash selfishness

Plant four rows of lettuce (let us):

1. Lettuce be faithful

2.Lettuce be kind

3. Lettuce spread love

No garden is without turnips (turn-ups):

1.Turnip for meetings

2.Turnip to protest injustice

3.Turnip to help others

And in our garden we must have enough Thyme (time):

1. Thyme for each other

2.Thyme for family and friends

3.Thyme for oneself

Water freely with forbearance and see the fruits of your garden, what you reap is what you sow.

PS: No doubt, you are eading this in Preeti's blog.. something hatke.. but hope you appreciatemy meek yet sincere attempt. Cheers :)

DID YOU KNOW???

2009-04-29T11:06:00.016+05:30

I have been given this cute blogger award by Hemz *clap clap clap* .. I gotta write ten 'cute' stuff about me sigh.. it is tough, so will write ten thoughts on my mind right now instead, hugs if you find anything cute:), chale chalo, read on..

1.PREETI HATES CRICKET ADULTERANTS.

Yes, no doubt IPL glamour dolls have the best of b&*bs, best shakes of arses, best hip jerks, who obediently oblige to the horizontal and vertical hand jobs of the umpire err.. was talking about 4s and 6s..please have some thought purity:P but why come into my godly game and pollute it?? Agreed, they cheer, they attract leers, but dont they also distract the poor players? They are the culprits for my team Rajasthan Royals to lose three matches in a row.. I saw my Warne sneaking looks at the hotties. I saw Yusuf Pathan getting out ogling at their..hmm.. wateva.. I saw Kamran Khan giving too many loose deliveries losing control over himself..But I dont blame them. I am happy they have perfectly funtional genitals :P .Now picture this: what you would rather do between studying for a hopeless maths exam the only hope being to plead nerd Gita to sit in front of you and watching Bips dance to luckkky boy... you are my luucckky boy.. fantasising you to be her lucky boy of course if you are straight!!:)...And Mandira, I HATE YOU.Learn first that there are 11 players to a team and the same team cant do both batting and fielding at once Mandira. hmph..*hot air outta ears*

2.PREETI LURRVES COURAGEOUS SOULS.

Well, who does not love people who are gutsy huh? My ideal courageous person is one who has the guts to FART in public *sheesh, did I hear anyone say this lady needs a big time break?* with full woofer sound effects, and not have even an iota of embarassment after that.. See, its so simple to woo Preeti.. Keep farting !!:) Chriz, hope you are okay now :P

3.PREETI'S BROKEN HEART...

While we were in Goa, I had a crush on Francis.. In my fourth Grade... I will never forgive my father for making me a helpless nerd then.. Maths exam.. Francis was absolutely a normal kid, getting sexy sized zeroes everytime in Math.. So he came up to me and asked "Preetu (ah, that is how my Francis used to call me..)can you pass on your answer sheet a bit? I swear I'll do anything for you, diary milk okay?" Poor Preeti is torn between father's advice on not copying or let being copied and turns her poor heart stone cold and says to him,"Sorry, I wont show you anything".. Poor Francis walks away... to whom?? Gita of course :(:( remember the nerd in point one right??? SIGH... To Francis- I dont listen to my father anymore when its Math, I am still waiting for you, and err.. am sure am hotter and sexier than your Gita.. Come to me and mend my heart...and yeah.. I still make paper boats , i know you still do that too :):)

4.PREETI-THE TOMBOY

I never really recovered after my love failure in fourth grade.. grew up to be a tomboy and played kabaddi, lagori etc with street boys. Amma tried telling me "God will rip your ears at night if you behave like a boy" I simply replied saying " I dont like ear rings... good if god does that :)" And even now I am in a hopeless gang of guys where I spend my time checking out chicks for them when in Garuda Mall or MG Road.. I just hope I remain straight !!:)

5. PREETI HAS ZERO CENTRE OF GRAVITY

I guess I swallowed skaters when a kid.I keep falling down every now and then. The worst part being I laugh my ass out loud. And the crowd which gathers round me to make sure my bones are intact err.. by the way do we have bones on our ass?..ewww.. chuck it:) and when they see me laughing, they get thoughts of calling both the mental asylum and the ambulance at once.. thinking I have gone cuckoo outta pain due to the fall.. But I will keep falling.. WHY? Of course hoping Francis will carry me one day.. duh, I know am a disillusioned bollywood movie buff :(

6.PREETI HAS A SICK SENSE OF HUMOR

One day, Hukimi comes to me and says her boyfriend has cheated her, and she cries her heart out to me. She also says she thinks he slept with her best friend Guyiji. I say " Sorry Hukimi, you are thoroughly mistaken, he did not sleep with Guyiji, dont ever think of him that way, I saw him sleeping with Firaadi", SLAM.. Hukimi walks outta the room.. Sigh why is it wrong to say the right things at the wrong moment? Preeti, tu kab sudharegi :(:( , Err.. Hukimi, in case you are reading this , I am so sorry for you, please come back to me.. of course with my new box of tissues that you took away the other day, I gotta running nose..

7.PREETI LOVES ONLY THE FOOD IN MARRIAGES

I dont like plump aunties pulling my cheeks and saying,"kanna unakku thaan next kalyaanum" (roughly meaning you are going to get the license to sex next..) or some other aunty saying I have grown approx .98765678 kg fatter or some other aunty saying my dress is not very traditional or another aunty saying I dont exactly look like my mother but an escaped orangutan from the grasslands of the Savannah ... Sigh Aunties, I hate you all....hmph

8.PREETI IS NOT PROFESSIONAL

If being professional means not eating road side paani puri with the sluuuurrrrp sound of the extra paani, not eating gola (ice without cream and just syrup on a stick) spreading the syrup all over my lovely uniform, not licking the diary milk wrappers, not splashing out water from a puddle formed due to previous night rains outside my control room, then yes, Preeti is NOT A PROFESSIONAL AND SHE IS PROUD OF IT :)

9.PREETI HATES GETTING LINKED UP

I dont mind if you say I have been sleeping with Clooney or Johnie, but please dont link me up with people who are truly in love with someone else, who are about to get engaged, who are married, who are married and have kids, who are married and have kids and have kids of kids :):) And gotta problem with me.. Be a MAN or a WOMAN, come to me directly dont go about carrying tales and be a two faced bitch!! I am one too :)

10.PREETI LOVES YOU ALL

You girls and guys have no idea how much this blogger world means to me. err.. guess this is the first sensible thing so far here :) Will try to be frequent as before. Till my next scribbling, sayonaara !!:)

Thanks again Hemz..

These memories will last... an eternity...

2009-04-26T17:34:00.013+05:30

A string of fond indelible memories sharing with my online family...

age 1: Hot sultry Sunday afternoon. I am sitting on the dining table, playing with the mixer, containing green and white coloured chutney. Amma asks my cousin to look after me for a while. I wanna get down to the floor as I see my little cousin brother playing with my toy car. My cousin very very dedicated to my amma's words does not let me down. I smear my cousin's eyes with the chutney and jump down the table.

Amma runs barefoot to the doctor, with me crying uncontrollably in her arms, four stitches on my forehead , still visible. She taught me that the most powerful weapon on earth is a mother's pure unadulterated love for the child.

age 4: Me standing outside sandhi fancy stores, Mylapore, Chennai.. Getting attracted to a red and blue water bottle. I ask amma to get it for me that very instant. She refuses. I throw a tantrum.. she does not budge and walks away from the shop. I try going higher in pitch, hoping that would make her retrace her steps, I fail miserably and run behind her , finally catching her palloo. There she taught me, persistence and force does not always win..

age 6: This was when my sister was born. And its pretty natural to feel avoided and possessive over amma. I bite my hand with my own teeth and tell amma showing the teeth imprints that she did it. Amma knew it was me, but used to chide my sister, who did not even learn to walk properly and tell me I should be her best friend in all walks of life, be her guiding star always and love her. She taught me to love, truly from the heart, may it be for five minutes or fifty years, she taught me to love, without being ostentatious, without expectations, since expectations is always proportional to frustration.

age 12: Goa. Heavy vernal showers. Appa's office is 2km further down my school. My school at 8 and so is his office. Not one day has he dropped me in his car, though we start at the same time. I used to make holes in my raincoat and try to trigger sympathy waves but to no avail. Maximum he did was get me fresh raincoats every month. It was a three km walk from home. But now, I do not regret. He taught me reality is perennial, luxury is short lived

age14: Appa told me stories of Dasaratha and other mythological stuff.. I asked him when Dasaratha could have four wives, why cant you? That was the day he realised, I was born an iconoclast, and never thrust religion upon me, to date.
Its been my wish to be agnostic and they have never meddled with my feelings. He fed me with books, made me drink good music, experiment with physics and nature, and taught me until you burn your fingers, you never know what heat is.

age 15: Pre board exams. CBSE social science paper. It gave me jitters and nightmares. Never remembered dates, names places and tenures of Pres and PM. Stayed up all night and amma stayed up with me too, saying she aint sleepy, and kept giving me fresh filter coffee every two hours. She is the world's best mom whose care binds me to her forever.

age 18: Who said we cannot share certain things with mom? This is when I started discussing most datable guys, looks, crushes and err.. sex too. This is when she taught me: frankness forms the basis of any true bond.

age 22: Here I am now, on my amma's lap,.

feeling the freshness and tranquility of heaven, thinking of all these memories,thinking of my parents, as to how two perfectly contrasting characters can live so happily together.. They fell in love after marriage,which was coincidentally on Feb 14, even today, appa and amma go out on candle light dinner, go on a long drive, appa cooks at home on Sundays and falls ill when amma goes out of station They are a paradigm of a perfect couple, who drown their differences in the ocean of ceaseless love.Slowly I close my eyes, to the music of her bangles, when her hand caresses my hair fondly.

I, Me ,Myself :)

2009-04-25T10:26:00.000+05:30

I have been tagged by twisted elegance ages ago . Here I go finally...

I am: Preeti Subramanian. (initial hopefully will change after three years:))

I think: (of) nothing. Very dificult to put virtual brains at work, Why disturb it?

I know: I am straight!!

I want: nothing, got everything

I have: sexy eyes and lips, beautiful bum length hair, Bips looking figure :)

I wish: you all the best in life for still reading this ;)

I hate: roaches and mosquitoes

I miss: my 11th grade English madam. gawd, she was a hottie :)

I fear: darkness

I hear: kausalya supraja what ever from next door maami (sigh this maami menace!!)

I smell: (virtually) virgin mud smell, when the first drops of rain make passionate love with mud. Simply the best smell ever.

I crave: for peace everywhere.

I search: for a proper dress (top, bottom dupatta together of the same piece) every morn.

I wonder: why I am Preeti and not someone else, though I am my favorite.

I regret: taking up this tag !!(sigh, kidding, just that there are too many I ams and so little about me :))

I love: chocolates, sleep and err.. sex :):)

I ache: when I see my own blood (never have the courage to see someone else's)

I know I was not: perfect :)

I am not: a girl!!

I cry: to attract attention rarely :)

I believe: in illusion, instincts and impulse.

I dance: Preeti can dance saala, anywhere everywhere, justhat i need to get started :)

I sing: in my bathroom

I read: right now, A hungry tide, Amitav Ghosh

I don't always: avoid problems, I rather plunge into it and put a period.

I fight: with my sister who is equally hopeless :)

I write: here :)

I win: love and trust easily

I lose: patience and temper easily

I never: say never again, ever ready Preeti (for non-objectionable things)

I always: hug my scabby and sleep (err.. atleast till such time I catch hold of someone sleepworthy)

I confuse: others

I can usually be found: suffering from insanity

I am scared: of solitude

I need: nothing, have everything :)

I am happy: always :):)

I tag : anyone who is interested :)

yet another random rigmarole :):)

2009-04-17T14:26:00.002+05:30

Ok, on your mark, get set, get BUGGED :):)

What does Pretty Preeti do after working from 8 am to 10 pm ? ( ahem, yeah, i DO work all that while, if you got second thoughts, get outta here :):)).

1. Take a bath??? Never, Preeti is hydrophobic, so I work for the country both from BHEL and outside BHEL (saving both power and water :))

2. Talk to boyfriends on phone? err... ahem... clooney is kinda busy these days, and johnnie guy is on the verge of break up with bips since he s not able to shake me outta his mind.. Since both my boyfriends have other temporary higher priorities, no sticking to phone either :):)

3. clean my sexy bed to flop immediately after dinner?? well, my bed is not mine anymore. There s one mr. lizard who sits on it day and night, day after day month after month.. gone are the days when I used to feel irky , yuckie creepy wriggly etc.. after all preeti is fatter than a lizard, and she s generous too. So I sleep with the lizard :(:( So no bed cleaning too.

SO all that Preeti does is WASH SOCKS. Yeah subah se le ke shaam tak, shaam se le ke raath tak,preeti washes socks. Such a tiny piece of clothing (still talking about socks okie) gives such a severe headache. Big things come in small packages, so does dirt. Tough dirt comes in small feet coverings :( Feel like smashing the TV when ever I see surf excel ads or tide,where a guy's shirt becomes bathed in white light by just holding the detergent. Come on , am not avaricious, still yaar, the socks should have mercy on me and let go of dirt after two washings in surf excel, dettol plus rin soap plus my hard hand worked brush. But low, dirt smiles at me saying, " here I am , this is me, there s no where else, I would rather be :))"(sorrie Enrique, pl don commit suicide at the context of plagiarism of your ahem romantic song). SO preeti chucks the fifth attempt at washing them to perfect white, and flops into bed, with of course the lizard :) tut tut tut..

At the end of all this socks rant, I thank everyone for being with me and reading this crap of mine. And this post is dedicated to Amit Sir, who enjoys my craziness to the dot :):)

BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH !!:)

2009-03-07T17:17:00.002+05:30

Got loadsa time and missed my random rigmaroles? march southward, else, move your royal asses off here :)

1. What job does Preeti, B.E, Electrical and Electronics (yeah, my convocation is done, so can claim this with a proud bum, though could not collect my degree yet :( )?
I sit from morning 9 am ( err.. 9 am is morning right, ahhh... chuck the tantamount :)) to night 10 pm in front of two monitors, in the control room. Now if you imagne the control room to be furnished and got AC and stuff, sorry, you are crazy. It is just half constructed and am glad that for the past two days, cement is not falling on my sexy hair :). Fan has become a luxury for me.. But work is worship and work for the country for you guys to have 'lights' in your life. So three cheers (hic hic ) to Preeti :):)

2. okay, Preeti sits and works.. what does she actually do?
My major job is to get scoldings from the customers. How do I get mentally destressed? simple, imagine clooney or johnie (sorry revs and keshi :), you got tough comepetion from Bhilai ki chori ) on the monitor and just take a chill pill. I have named one customer as Sexy Sam, and the dialogue bet SS and me:
SS: Tum BHEL vaale kya kar rahe ho? Ye motor kyun chaalu nahin kiya?
Me: good morning sir
SS: good morning gayaa bhaad mein batao kyun MOTOR NAHIN CHALO HAI?
Me: SIr, actually mechanical clearance nahin mila.
SS: To aapke mech vaalon ko bulao, main tera muh dekh dekh ke thak gaya hun.

Well, SS is a blend of Johnnie lever and om puri, with a highly constipated face, who seems as though has not discharged for ten days and is suffering from severe levels of insanity. Getting to know that such a person cant see my face, kinda turns me down. As it is, chances of getting 'connected' in Bhilai is like Delhi 6 winning an oscar( yeah, thats the second sin i committed after karz), so poor Preeti gets shattered :)

3. I am missing Chennai + Bangalore now :( Bangy for traffic and road side paani puri. Me and Nan got 2/3 paani puri ka water in our body, and I heard that the local bhaiya at malleswaram from whom we used to hog paan puris has become a 3 star hotel owner with our money :)

4. GURRRLLSSS, Uffff.... There are certain things I cant put up here :(:( (err.. problems of being popular, my blog though is dying, is read by ah.. chalo chuck it )

5. Nowadays in free time, I write my own definitions for certain words. tell me if they appeal to you
Goggles - condom for eyes :)
Sunrise- amber daub on azure canvass
Lipstick (girls who use it look away) - a way to shoo away guys saying" i got artificial moisturiser, dont need ya":)

Thats all for now.. gotta go.. where? control room of course :) SS main aa rahin hoon :):)

Jai Hanuman :)

2009-02-28T19:31:00.002+05:30

I am in Bhilai now or next three months :( this is 30 years behind civilisation. And I work from 8 am to 10 pm on all seven days ( I thank god for having just seven days a week :)). But am enjoying this hectic life :) Lots of fun while learning new stuff and exploring (err.. no pun intended :)). I just stole in sometime to share something really funny ( to me ) to chip in here.

Bangalore. Preeti's in her sexy bed under her sexy blanket... Sunday morning (off on sundays in bangalore ). She wakes up leisurely at ten and decides with great dilemma to brush, keeping her cell phone on table. GUess who visits her? Hanuman incarnate himself. Mr Bandhar shakes his sexy curves and enters through the broken window, takes my mobile and throws it three floors and it kisses the floor. What do I do? I run in my shorts with the tooth paste froth still in mouth to get my mobile. In return I gain seductive looks from all the pupp fatted aunties in my apartments. But atleast they look (yeah, try living in Bhilai, aunty looks will look so heavenly !!, I am a proud despo :)).
Mr Hanuman is a bachelor, but he raped my kitchen FULLY, twice :). With my peanut salary, had to buy fresh groceries over and over again.
The best part is is my friend touched my feet adn said I got Hanuman's blessings ( yeah so obvious, that s why am in Bhilai :)).
gotta go...
cheers

Garamaa garam KHICHDI :):)

2009-01-28T13:52:00.010+05:30

This is yet another of Preeti's prattles :) Stay glued please :)

1. I got a hair cut :) (err.. a month back but never mind, will put it down here ). For people who have known my hairy problems, they will be glad its shorter, less thicker and ahem.. sexier. My hair brush is the happiest thing on earth ever now since she does not get lost in the dense black coir like maggi noodled jungles. My grandfather is dead against ladies chopping off their dead cells, very orthodox Tam Brahm. So what does Preeti do? give him a true it-happened-to-me that my hair got stuck in electric stove in my kitchen, my roomy saved my life by chopping it off. Yeah yeah Preeti never lies :) Meet, Gareeju, my hair stylist :)

Gareeju: Good evening maam, what style do you want?

Me (thinking hard trying to remember what hair cut I had in my fourth grade, sigh... that was the last time I cut my hair): err,,, what do you think will suit my face?

Gareeju: I think layer cut will be fine.

Me (I hear it as 'laser'): Laser cut doesnt sound exciting (err.. actually I was having fantasies of using laser beams and stuff and that would cost my one month salary)

Gareeju: Its layer mam. L A Y E R (she spelled it out).

Me: oh okie, go ahead.

Gareeju tries to run the hair brush, poor thing looses her way and she asks to to un-circuit my spider web myself. Now after the hair cut feeling good, great and fantastic but at times, naked :)

2. I was on a ten day site tour of Bhilai. Just when I started liking the place, a nasty incident took place, and now as I bring myself together to tell you guys, I am a mixture of disgust, hatred and hurt. We four girls went for shopping one evening, by walk. One bastard came running, squeezed my friend's chest hard and ran away. We were too too shocked to react and he was already gone. Though the incident is done, I dont have a rewind button to change things, I still cant get it out of my mind. She was shell shocked and it took her two long hours to actually speak something. To all those FUCKERS and WEAK STICKS,,It is not our problem to have curves. try to have a leash on your hanging hormones. What will become of you all if girls go about kicking dick and balls? And if you really call yourself a MAN, have the guts to own up the act and not run away as though your stump's on fire. There are girls in the job to satisfy your sexual wants, shove it up to them,LEAVE THE REST ALONE.

3. Am right now in a state of professional confusion. I have two choices, either take up site posting at Bhilai, Kolkata or Gujrat or stay in Bangalore and do paper work at office. I like site work because that is where you get the actual feel of DOING something. The feel I get being an Electrical Engineer, that somewhere, in some house I am responsible for glowing of a zero watt bulb is priceless. But this choice means pruning away from people, home, movies, holidays sundays etc. What to do?? :(:(

4.Since I already typed 4..wanna write something here. so...Love you all loads :):)

Why WHy WHY???

2009-01-07T17:50:00.009+05:30

This is a blue post. So friends who are pinkie in spirits stay away :)

I totally go bizarre when it comes to understanding emotions, interpreting unsaid things and conveying my intentions underlying my words .

In a group of 48 , when the going is not really smooth and we have certain issues to be sorted out, no single person has the leadership instincts, all are comfortable in their own cozy nutshells happy with the available facilities and state of affairs and just keep biting each others' ears for things to change for the better. And finally when a person really comes up to lead and streamline the chaotic situation, why is he crushed and pushed into the abysmal pit of criticism and satire? Why is he swarmed by back biters and fault finders? How can people ever be so hypocritical and spiteful, when heart of hearts they know that he is a good individual and a leader? It really is a bad mad world of typical outmoded thinking .

Why am I jinxed? My friend Ajijo who understands me always, knowing fully well of my corrupted RAM, crib over not wishing her on her Birthday? Is a phone call the mere depiction of how much I care for her?How do I tell her she's like my shadow? With another friend, Dilibi, who says a stiff NO to a group outing, which really bugs me and I spit something nasty at him to hurt his feelings. How do I make him understand that those words are the outcome for the want of some special moments and time with him? How to make them understand that my thought flow takes shape of sharp words though I have soft feelings? :(:(

Banking on you people for answers :)

Okay on the brighter side, I got awards from three special people and wonderful bloggers , Lancelot (guilty blogger award), Mayz(bestbuddies award) and MultiMenon (lovely blogger award).This post will gleam with these wonderful awards. Thanks a ton . This cheered me up as my temporary absence from bloggerworld has not change anything. I still have my online family with me and by me always :):) HUGS MUAH (yeah Sree, MUAH to you too :):)).

2008... I LIVE YOU :):)

2008-12-28T09:49:00.031+05:30

Ahhhh, what a year it has been. One of my most active years :) err.. no pun intended okie :).

January to April were the golden days of last few days in college, hostel, All India tour, Tour of friends' home, farewells,night outs and of course final year project :) I wanna time turner :(:( .

I entered this wonderful bloggerville in May. Was very constrained in writing stuff, which is very evident from my first few posts. I can now proudly say with head held high that I have a cool online family out here. HUGS to all :):).

My sister left for boarding school in June. How I hated to live at home without her. Felt the void very badly. Priya, love ya :).

Started preparing for CAT in full josh and hosh in July (I slept off on the morn of CAT 08 and never wrote it, that s a different story :))

August, many of my close friends left for US for higher studies. Missed them like hell, but distance never matters in true relationships right?? :)

September and October were periods of high tension and inactivity, as was out of the cozy cacoon of college, and the world lay ahead in the rawest form. Without a call from WIPRO, with no back up job, only thing lingering was constant uncertainity.But, this phase turned me to a blog addict, and am really thankful for it :)

November got into BHEL. Got my first salary. Took mom to a restaurant, and the moment I gave her my card to swipe for the bill, the expression on her face was priceless. The feel of the first 1000 rupee note in my wallet is exhilarating. My parents dont need my money, not now, not ever, but still, I can die for the feel they get when I buy them small stuff, a call from my sister choked up for buying her things, whew.. am tearing up :):)

December- my grandma breathed her last on my birthday. I felt good that her one and half year long suffering finally came to an end. Though I have relatives at Chennai, I dont feel like going there anymore, dont feel like going to my grandparents home anymore, without her, its not the same and never going to be the same. There are two things you can give for free- advice and care. advice- you dont expect in return. care- you definitely expect some sort of it back. So to all my friends, please bear with my emotional unintelligence, will try to be more expressive :):)I really love you all. Am putting up all my blog awards which mean a lot to me here.Blog Princess by Karthik, Butterfly Blogger Award by Kartz, Richa and Karthik, Birthday wishes by Hemz :):)

So, 2008 has died giving birth to a fresh virgin 2009 :) Happy rocking year to you all. MUAH :):)Hey by the way my new year resolutions- blog more sensible posts :), sleep less, work more and get a guy(s) soon :):) CHEERS :):)
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TAGGED :)

2008-12-27T15:04:00.008+05:30

Let me bounce back with a tag by Richa. Am in a very flirty and chirpy mood, so offence (un)intended :)

1. If your lover betrayed you what would your reaction be?
Sit and curse him for a while, then move on :) Cant kiss the grave being single all my life can I?

2. If you could have one dream come true which one would it be?
I sleep like a log and snore like a pig :) so no dreams of dreaming. But on a hypothetical dream scene, I would like to turn back time to stone age, where people did not wear or wash clothes, no terrorism, no hatred or jealousy in the air.

3. Whose butt would you like to kick!
All my friends who describe their romantic encounters when I am aarrrghhhh... chuck it.

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?
eeeekss.... I dont need so much money. Not now, not ever.

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
What is wrong in loving your friends? friends are to be loved :) and best friends are to be more loved :) If this love means relationship and commitment and serious stuff, NEVER. Because I wanna fall in love with a mature and sensible guy (err.. cant think of any friend who is that way).

6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?
World revolves due to love, care, affection. These keep me going even through my blue days. Human tendency is when you get something, you feel like giving back the same or more, not necessarily to the same person. So both are equally blessed, and if its from Preeti , well it becomes divine :):)

7. How long would you wait for someone you love?
The question of wait does not arise when the love is expressed to the right person at the right time. I believe in being 'open' with everything :)

8. If the person you like is secretly attached, what would you do?
Offer a one night stand and propel him to me forever (yeah, I can be a meany meany bitch, but am proud of it).

9. If you could root for one social cause which one would it be?
Mission politicians bombing. This will root out all problems facing our country.

10. What takes you down the fastest?
A good strong libido :):)

11. I change this question : What I loathe most in people?
Two faced bitchyness (they should understand that if I come to know, I can be a super bitch too).

12. What's your fear?
I have said this umpteen times- darkness, solitude and water (I hate taking bath:))

13. What kind of person(s) do you think the person who tagged you is/are?
one of my dependable pals, who showers hugs and care always:):) MUAH richa :)

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
Married and satisfied :P:P

15. What is the first thing you do when you wake up?
FCUK OFF YOU ALARM

16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who would you pick?
Let me get one scapegoat first, then will think of two. But I really dont mind more than two too :). The only thing constant in life is change and variety :)

17. Would you give all in a relationship?
If that is 'demanded':P

18. What's eating you now?
What story should I tell mom to escape bath today.

19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
Being single, but forever in LOVE :):)

Enjoyed the tag richa. I tag anyone who's equally flirty today :):)

Happy (belated) Birthday Preeti :):):)

2008-12-14T19:11:00.012+05:30

ahhh, cozy December morning of 1986 , 6 42 a.m, 9th day, an extra star rose with the sun and is now shining permanently in Bangy(err.., that is supposed to be poetic, dah, never mind :):)). Yeah Preeti's Birthday :):).

An account of my day and of the four loving and equally hopeless souls as me here who really did make my day :):).

Woke up at 12 am after saying F**K off you alarm, expecting calls :) What happens? No one calls :)!!Just three of them wish me usually a big gang of not less than twenty in a conference :))). HUGS Ini (from mumbai), Shanker (minnesota), Ramya(trichy) and Lak (chennai) :):). The next day morning, still, just four wishes. So what do you expect me to feel? Yeah yeah, Birthday comes every year and not that special a day and stuff.. But again I feel uneasy. So what do I do? Call everyone and get wished:) (Preeti alias shameless and hopeless but proud :))
Later, Revs calls me up and says I had given the wrong number to all my friends :):)
and that mama screwed (err..verbally ok) everyone who called him to wish me :):) Sorry friends.Then I speak non stop on phone till i reach office. No cake cutting and stuff ( somehow I really feel shy to do all that:)). Okay, let me cut the crap and boil down to the four people who made the day Perfect with a capital P :). Dibyayan (Dib), Hashim, Nandita and Pallav :):)
Hashim is the kinda guy whom I can always count on. Ever supportive of all my nonsense, ever protective like a bada bhai ever present and forms the base of my comfort zone. aur bas :) aur mujhse bola nahin jaata :):) and a footnote to girls, my bro is really good looking!!:) and yeah he loves my new haircut (will write about it soon :):))

Pallav, ah, I still remember the first thing he spoke to me "Preeti, you are the one who blogs na? you write well, I ve read them and liked the pictures too". I give a pseudo smile and try to look pleased, see emotions happy sad angry upset cannot be expressed by me at all. I laugh at the wrong time, cry at the wrong place and stuff :) And suddenly when someone comes and tells me that I write well , its as if telling Bush that he is sensible or Himesh Bhai that Kartz is a super hit. Anyways, from then we became friends since he satisfied the crazy to idiotic norms to be my friend :):) (err.. wanna watch dostana part 2 :-come to hash and pal :):) they make a lovely couple :):))

Nandita (Nannu), awww. my rommy friend and Lesbo partner (err.. last one was a joke obviously!!). She grumbles whole evening of Dec 8th saying she didn get me any gift, I monotonically reply saying its all right for the 100th time, then she springs up in the morn with a greeting card and my long obsessed book SHANTARAM, I feel lost for words, not because of the gift, but because she was so caring to each and every word and action of mine. I dont remember telling her its my next book on my to buy list. HUGS hun:):)

Dib : if you find the place relatively silent or a Moorish scent in the air, means he is missing. 206 bones of radiating energy and vigour, a real caring heart, and of course, like me, suffering from freaky levels of insanity. He has a special way of leaving a deep impact within and he really made me feel so special that day. HE took us all for a treat on my birthday evening to pizza corner.
And yeah, he wants to attain great heights in life, being in BHEL and also get started on something apart from work, so friends here, ideas wanted how to start on the journey of an entrepreneur :)HUGS :)

So you fantastic four, remain this way ever, you dont have a choice :):)

Preeti, sensible. emphathetic, intelligent, human !!:)

2008-11-25T18:33:00.006+05:30

Well, if you disagree with the title adjectives, read on ... If you agree, then am impressed + shocked + confused as you could identify ME having such qualities :)
OKAY, I am in training period now. Just sharing with you the experiences of HUMAN PROCESS LAB I had last week long. Now when I say lab, there was no chemicals, motors, assignments, tests etc involved. Not even an atmosphere of lab was hinted at. We had the Lab in a
* Three star hotel bedroom, with cozy mattresses and pillows to sit on, from 8 30 am to 5 30 pm
** good free food at the hotel itself :):) (slurp...)
*** in the company of 10 total stranger colleagues, locked up in the presence of a mentor or facilitator.

There was no activity. The mentor came, and sat in our midst and 'processed' us. The task was to just talk about HERE and NOW and not the world outside the room,sans activities like debate or antakshari or any such similar thing.
DAY 1
Formal and courteous glances were exchanged and a brief intro of our variegated cultures and backgrounds. This took on for an hour. Then boredom crept in. Freedom to do anything without any guidance from the mentor who never spoke took shape into frustration.

DAY2
Same place, same set of 10 people, same mentor. Frustration took form of resentment and we took turns to get locked in the bathroom for a comfortable 20 minutes. Full day what exactly should we talk on? what was expected out of us? everything looked muddled and the objective was never understood. So we started trying to talk to the mentor as to what should be done and what to share and how to share. No help again. He simply said talk about HERE and NOW.

DAY3
It comes as a shock and surprise to me as to how the most darkest secrets of an individual could be shared with 10 others, who were just two days familiar. The power of trust of the human mind could be felt. People sought help emotional support and what not for all their problems. This feeling should be experienced and I simply cannot put it in mere words.

DAY4
Since we had become a family in the true sense of the word, laughing and crying and eating together, we started giving both positive and negative feed backs as to how they were and how can they change themselves for a better one to one relationship. There was pride shattered, images redefined, talents explored, skills sharpened and a myriad other transformations.

DAY5
We had certain team building activities and similar stuff on how to be a good listener etc..
Then finally wrapped the whole thing up. Bid adieu to my cozy cocoon, my family in room no 3135 and came out as better individuals :):)

PS: I will check out your posts this weekend for sure. Why I came to blog today is because I was really upset physically (was puking whole day) and mentally (two B****hes spoiled my day) so feeling great now after pouring out something really blissful to me in my space with you people always about(you have no choice, it has to be blissful to you too !!:):) and wanted to add many pictures out here, but somehow, MR Compu fails to listen :):)

I have 'ripped'... come on sip !!;)

2008-11-16T10:27:00.009+05:30

From the title, if you are having fantasies of lecherous over dozes, haha gotcha!!:):)

This is yet another random rigmaroles of mine, a feast(!?!?) for all my friends and fans (yeah, the comments on my last post has got me disillusioned :):) and all you silent visitors, HUGS :), this is not a porn site:) to keep your visits secret, just leave a comment saying how my post was-bad worse or worst !!:):) ).

Have a sip of my ripped moments here for past two weeks.

1. You know what I hate more than eating bitter guard or combing my hair???

MEDICAL TESTS. Its a stupid formality which no one in the company will even bother to go through the reports, but then do I have a choice? Ignominy of my skin losing virginity to unknown gleaming hard thrusting needles in a blood test, keeping my brackish water and farces bottled without giving them the least privacy and exhibiting them , wearing a coat into which 100 Preetis can fit in for an XRay, Reading all possible combinations of alphabets in an eye test, letting the stethoscope explore my back and front... Anyways, its all over now thankfully.

2. Long live the power crisis!!:) yeah I have been provided with an electric stove, and since the power is never there, I hog out, hence saving me from my own cooking !!:)

3. I am in the company of fiver other people, three guys and two girls, one of the girls, Nanditha, qualifies as my friend, having all qualities from crazy to idiotic :). The other one is ok, a pure veggie, and has an infected brain which cannot distinguish between the aroma of potatoes and chicken fry, and we have to tell her its only potato, so that she does not die of her handkerchief pressed to her nose + mouth!!:)

4. The most deathly and destructive weapon is LOVE. No I am not suffering for the want of it, but I have it in excess. Am living with a Bengali family, who force me to eat with them, and my digestive system is really stubborn to work with their mustard oil and too much of turmeric in their victuals. I dont like people pampering me. Privacy to me is not leaving me alone in my personal issues (err..I dont have any as such:)) , but others keeping me out of their private lives . Hmph...

5. Apart from his cute round head and swayed brown colour, I love OBAMA for everything!!:) Something tells me it will be a non Bushy US from now.

6. I am supposed to be CATting now, but am BLOGging :). Did not take CAT this time. Dont ask me why. I ll tell you when I get to know why. Chennai, I promise I ll see you soon enough.

7. My childhood friend is getting married this November 30th, in this age of Internet and stuff, I still am in touch with her through inland letters. All of you wish her the best in life :):)

8. I don't like browsing centers much, they look dingy and creepy, even now the female next to me is staring at my window (sigh..the nuances of being a writer !!:)!:) ) . Will crap more often once I get a cubicle at office, now in training in seminar hall whole day listening to lectures, and somehow trying to learn the art of balancing my chin on palm eve in deep slumber:(:(

9. I have always viewed fridge as a mortuary but now, i really miss cold coffee, chill water and apples :(:(

10. I love and miss all of you and will catch up on your posts soon enough :):) HUGS !!:)

Au Revoir...

2008-11-03T13:41:00.017+05:30

My bags are packed. Tickets reserved. Good wishes and blessings from all over lavishly showered. Just that I have to start. New job. New place. New people. New everything.Every end has a new beginning. This is the end, beginning awaits me. It has been a wonderful journey here, leaving footprints on the memories of my sands of time. This space has crept into my circle of 'family'. I started this space as a means to kill time and improve my ahem.. writing talents!!!(yeah, stop sniggering at the latter half now). In the process , got life time friends here as an unexpected bonus (err...hoping to improve writing talents too).

Now How can I leave then?? IMPOSSIBLE :):) I am to this blog and you all as I am to coffee and smileys, indispensable parts of my identity.. Just that my crapping frequency MIGHT reduce (remember 'might' dont have high hopes yet :)). I hate good byes and farewell talks. So , just saying Au Revoir, until we meet again... Dont you dare not to miss me, I promise to catch up soon on all your posts :) HUGS :):)

Here are a few lines of the current track for you,

as we go on..

we remember

all the times we've

had together

that s the last change

come what ever

we will still be

friends forever :):)

lalalala lal lalala

lalala lala

la lala lala

friends forever!!

PS: Wish me luck :)

PPS: This song is dedicated to ALL my crazy chirpy fuzzy whizzy supersonic and idiotic friends !!:)

PPPS: Didnt use my precious and sensible thoughts much for this post. The words came in a flash and click, down here:). So just bear with its bits and pieces.

A Fine Balance Indeed

2008-11-01T15:28:00.026+05:30

I fell in love again (click here to know about my first love). This time it is Rohinton Mistry's A Fine Balance. I totally surrender to such a towering masterpiece creator. From the cover page, which shows a 10 foot long vertical pole with a horizontal crossbow 9 foot from the ground, onto which a little five year old girl perches, her hand outstretched skyward and the pole sways precariously, being supported by nothing more than a man's thumb, a fine balance continues till the very end.

The introduction reads
Holding this book in your hand, sinking back in your soft armchair, you will say to yourself: perhaps it will amuse me. And after you have read this story of great misfortunes, you will no doubt dine well, blaming the author for your own insensitivity, accusing him of wild exaggeration and flights of fancy. But rest assured: this tragedy is not a fiction. All is true.

Mistry has stuck to his word to the dot. The 614 pages throw light on the realities of intricate lives of four people, Dina Dalal (a widow) , two cobbler turned tailors (Ishwar and Om) and a college student (Maneck), who struggle under the Emergency Regime during 1975. The things these four have in common are dignity, self-respect to live on their own and shut out mercy and sympathy, dregs of humanity which otherwise lost its meaning during those dark bleak days,a caring heart and of course inseparable poverty. I turned every single page saying, yeah life will get less complex, their checkered fates will change, things will be restored with smiles and hugs finally like in the usual movies and sitcoms, but was miserably wrong and ended up wetting my cheeks ( last time I had watered sockets was after seeing Sadma (Hindi) or Moondram Pirai (Tamil) , ten years back). This book also re frames the good old adages to Truth never Triumphs, What you sow is never what you reap, Honesty is not the best policy, Jaisi karni waisi nahin bharni. I wont call it pessimism but the simple fact of LIFE elucidated with a fine balance of love, honour, ego, sarcasm, laughter, hunger, anger, suspense,uncertainty and revenge.

When Dina gets to know of the fatal accident that killed her husband due for dinner , the dignity and poise with which she handled herself is extraordinary for words. All she said was that his food was still there, and that it should be given to the beggars in the corner of the street.

How the birth of daughters in upper castes and sons in lower castes brought upon beatings to the bearer and the child by the male chauvinists of the upper castes is a heart aching read.

A very nice thought saying " human face has limited space, if you fill the space with laughter , there wont be room for crying".

An irony dipped in humour when a quack tries to sell Potency Potions with the cries " Does it stand but not straight enough? is there a bend in the tool? Leaning left like the Marxist-Leninist party? To the right like the Jan Sangh fascists? Or wobbling mindlessly like the Congress party? Fear not for it can be straightened! Try my ointment and it will become hard as the government's heart!"

A crippled Shankar, who crawls along pavements collecting alms is one person with whom you cannot empathize. Not because you have an iron heart towards beggars, but because he never lets sympathy creep into you. He is a character blessed with a great sense of humour, optimism and helping tendency, notwithstanding the God's blessed physical impediment.

There are a few censorious parts in the book, where the fine hair line difference between love and lust is lost, the beautiful feeling is messed up conveying just Strip... Bang...Whewww..making you mindlessly flip through, albeit return after a while, to make sure you did not miss on something read worthy.

I have spent six sleepless nights now on this, not that I am a slow reader, but because I could not bring myself up to gulp down its magic and essence quicker than six nights. Brilliant English in which there is yet again, a fine balance of rich vocabulary not compromising on emotions that tumble down like a smooth waterfall. It is shortlisted for the Booker prize and I vote for it. I am not a good reviewer of books, this is my mediocre yet sincere attempt.This review made me buy the book and read it till the end. This is a must read for all those who breathe good books and also have the fire to become a writer. I warn you again, this is not a light read but truth in the crudest form which slaps you left right left.
To conclude, Rohinton Mistry -I SALUTE YOU

oneirophobia :)

2008-10-31T23:10:00.011+05:30

Once you see the title, you should have fallen in either of the following categories:
1.it is fear of something , let me read ahead...
2. wow, this girl has got a swarming vocabulary (sigh!! wish it were true, I encyclopedia-ed the title word :) )
3. this should be again one of her useless posts, let me raffa daffa ho from this page soon (blessed soul, suit yourself, I wont say you are wrong though:))
4. this should be one of her useless posts , but do I have a choice? Since I am her friend, If not me, who else ?( thanks buddy(ies), love you ever :))

This post is dedicated to a real disturbed friend of mine, in the US, who has new found things like freedom from the watchful and tale carrying Indian society (yes offence intended!!), escape from buzzing neighbours and relatives, solace in getting to breathe in buses and never waiting for eternity in ticket counters, not being able to hear words like 'traffic' and 'pollution' and so on .. But yet, he is not able to enjoy life ... Since he is already disturbed, let me not flaunt of what we have here like good spicy round the clock food (both at home and outside), non-alien looking and speaking people, 24 hours of time which is left to our disposal and not having to dread every second that we are half a second behind schedule for the meeting 2.15 hours and 12 secs from now :), masala puri with friends in beaches, freedom to walk in middle of the road in heavy traffic and flaunting about our Dexter-dodging skills to good looking onlookers and so on and on and on... . Oops sorry mate . India rocks.

Okay, let me come to the point (finally). He has caught the fear of dreams. I am nonplussed as to how to help him regarding this since:
1. I never dream (Sigh!! Kalam Uncle, sorry, I am not a future scientist of India :) ).
2. I never have any long unfulfilled desire to come in my dreams.( because sometimes it takes eons to get fulfilled that I forget about it altogether :))
3. I am the most inartistic and unimaginative person on earth that I cant even draw pictures in the dream.

But I could help in my own special way, will put up his dreams here, so that you guys can help him :):) (yeah, he does read my blog!!)

So Jumbili ( ha.. example of my creativity :)) calls me from US when I am sleeping like an angel *bragging butt smile*and:

Jumbili: Hi ma, what are you doing?

Me: I was zzzstudying online about zzzzshares and zzzstuff in one eye, and taking up an online mock test with the other:)

Jumbili: Oh. Should have known you sleep for four hrs in the afternoon and ten hours at night cha. Anyways, called to say am really disturbed.

Me: Hoping it was some chick- problem and feeling proud that he had called me of all people for counselling and gyan, I chucked the sleep outta my eyes, and tried to focus. Yeah, tell me, am up.

Jumbili: I am having weird dreams. I was riding on a magnificent looking black horse, embodiment of pulchritude and agility, in a dense forest, in moon light. He was a mind reader, reading all my unuttered directions,I just have to think Turn left turn right go straight and stuff. I asked him to turn right after a while. He just twitched his right ear. I again asked him to turn right. He turn his head right. I got so used to his promptness that this sudden mood swing from him got me twitchy and I shouted at him TURN RIGHT , which was such a bad thing to do. In return, he bit me THERE :(:( I buckled up in pain. I can still feel it.

Me: getting visions that he should be really thinking of his THING very often to get it in his dream. And with a horse??ok shut up Preeti, you are hopeless. Ok Jumbili, dont worry, you are fine(and so is your...), just a bad dream. Goodnight, sleep and let sleep :)

Jumbili calls me again today and:

Jumbili: Hi Pre, I had a dream again today. Even you came, we were in a forest (owww.. get out of a forest will ya?) there was a bear looking hungrily at us. My mother had taught me that, on confrontation with a bear, we should act as though dead (sigh, my mother never did! probably, she thought I had some bellicose blood in me, and thought would have come out of the bear menace, sans this fact). But you were breathing and showed us up. It was about to kill us when I woke up and called you (was so tempted to tell him, never to sleep to avoid dreams, but restrained myself with great difficulty as he was sounding genuinely bitter and upset).

ME: Dont worry , I will put an end to this. (more outta selfishness, as this was the second sleep I was shaken out of in two days). Check my blog in a day.

Okay, so guys and girls, my job ends here. I want you people to tell me now, how to cure him of this oneirophobia :):) Cheers!!

Visalam maami !!!

2008-10-30T16:28:00.016+05:30

This is a looooooong post :):) think twice before marching southward !!!

It is excellent to be born a yin, having all the parts functional, perfection personified.

It very good to be bred in a Tamil Brahmin family whose members are 180 degrees antiphase with words like orthodox, antiquated doctrines and principles.

It is good to have parents I have wondered many a times as to how two absolutely contrasting personalities gel so well in harmony who have never inculcated the thoughts of arranged marriage sigh they should be knowing from my birth that bridal procedures for me will be a pain!! nor stressed me that I should marry a guy only from my caste sure they will be more than happy so long as its a guy :), that is what they keep telling me, and err.. I have lived upto their expectations :). They have always nurtured the thoughts of preaching the religion of LOVE amma and appa, I love you.

It is not so good live in a society breeding laser beamed outlooks.

It is bad to have a 55+ yr old lady living close by, who has completed her duty of marrying off her children, who has retired from a job and has an over belching bank balance, and is now absolutely free , having 24 hours rusting at her disposal.

It is worse if it is Visalam maami .

It is worser when my amma likes visalam maami whom I detest the most and always behaves politely to her yeah, my genes dont match hers when it comes to visalam maami

Scene 1 : morning 8 I will be a citizen of dreamland then when maami launches her first visit, wearing a pseudo friendly grin

Maami : Endi Meena, konjam kaapi podi kududimma. Avar daily naalu kaapi kudikiraar. seekrame theendhu poidardhu lend me some coffee powder, my husband takes four coffees a day, so running low on it .

Amma: sure maami, please sit down.
I dont have anything against this. After all, just coffee powder na. Then she looks into my room. I pretend to be continuing sleeping, trying to make my sleep postures look more elegant and not like a hippo wallowing in marsh water. She starts the purpose of her visit. Starts her rattle.

Maami: Meena, tcha tcha tcha. Why does Preeti sleep so late? Sun is up and not good for girls to sleep with sun maami, I fantasize sleeping with better... ahem.. forget it :).

Amma: tries to cover up and flops miserably She gets up soon everyday maami. Just that she is tired just today.

Maami: What ever, you should be more strict with her. Else she ll grow up a spoiled brat and stain the family name and we wont be able to show our faces to anyone and end up in blasphemous words from others . dah.. all this shit for JUST sleeping (not having oral sex!!!) in MY home, MY room, MY bed

Amma: seri maami. Maama will be waiting for his coffee. You better hurry up mom I love you for this :)

Scene 2 : twelve noon lunch time visalam maami home for lunch as her husband on some guest lecture, and my amma called her over obviously without my consent so that maami need not trouble cooking for a single person

Maami: sambhar is a bit too sour, rasam is salty, potatoes are fine, though should be half a cm cut finer, yogurt is a little more thicker than the ideal lactometer reading
Want to know the living example of partiality personification, meet my mother.Had I said even half of all this, I would have had the time of my life...would have been so starved that even the kids in deserts of Africa would have won an arm fight with me... sigh..wish I were visalam maami for once...

Amma: sorry maami, will be careful henceforth. AMMA... enough is enough.
I crack a papad with both hands and put the piece in my left hand into my mouth visalam maami gives me a filthy look, as though I relishing a bite on a live cockroach.

Maami : endi Preeti, you dont get up early, you dont help amma in her chores little does she know that amma loves it when I dont help, and feels more than happy when I am never in the vicinity of kitchen and above all you use two hands while eating. What sort of a Tam Brahm you are? yeah, I roam about with a caste tag around

Me: as usual pretending to be deaf and dumb am sure if doordarshan ppl see this, the news job is mine.

Maami: starts her rant about how today's youth are spoilt and rotten like five day old bananas.

Me: turn on the tv and watch zara zara touch me touch me touch me... man... Bips and Kat together... what more can life give you?

Maami: continues her R A N T about half dressed bolly hottie girls, but watches the tv nevertheless.

Amma: watches on helplessly, hoping for the luncheon to get over soon

If you think all this made her have a leash on her appetite, BINGO, you are wrong :) she carries home a fat silver foil wrapped with delicious food for the night for the couple :):)

Scene 3:evening 5 pm

Maami: wow Meena you got wonderful jasmine flowers in your garden. Let me take them home, string them up and give you and your beautiful daughter.

Amma: Preeti does not like plucking flowers maami, she says they look good on plants and not fair to reduce their life span by a day. Anyways, you can take them for yourself if you like. Gotcha!! that is my cooked up reason, actually I dont like the smell of jasmine, and the look of it sticking out of my head, like little white headlights on a black backdrop

Maami: gives amma tips on how to raise children wonderfully and flower-likingly like her

Then appa comes home and am on cloud nine. This means maami wont come till he leaves for office next morning :)

Your Attention Please ISRO!!!

2008-10-29T09:27:00.016+05:30

Dear ISRO,
First of all my hearty congratulations to all your wonderful scientists for making Chandrayaan-1 a dream come true, the first ever of its kind. What makes me more happy is that the unfathomable feat was accomplished using only 4% of the allotted budget for the project. That is something to be marvelled at. Now that you have so much money in your kitty, I request you to make one more trip along with the following people and giving them a one-way-ticket to the moon. I do not need them here, not now, not ever :)

1. Raj Thackeray and the likes, who spread the language of goonda gardhi in the name of upholding religion. I know there is not least of grace and humanism present in you, but would really appreciate if you go and bury yourself in the craters of the moon, never ever returning to daub our abode. You (try to) rest in peace, am sure once you are gone with your followers , we surely will :) so ADIEU :):)

2. All the debauch men present who cannot control their sexual crusades. I am telling this with utmost dignity embalmed with fury, do not play with the innocent children, their helplessness and physical inability to fight you. Try to have the dregs of altruism and go to people who are in the profession, catering your needs (not by choice or accord, nevertheless). You should be punished with nothing less than a painful and ever lasting castration.

3. All the University thieves in the facade of answer script evaluators. You dont have the sense to evaluate papers correctly the first time, then ask the poor students to shell out 700 bucks for a single paper to be re-evaluated (for many families losing 700 bucks is ten days of sleeping with wet loin on abdomen) and then, like magic, the marks are increased by 40-50 upon hundred. What is the deal? You dont deserve to be here. Bump your heads on the trenches on moon and let us see if that knocks some sense into your piggy heads.

4. Not breaching trust is like walking on a tight rope over the Pacific, which needs meticulous balance lest we should fall, never to be redeemed again. So all you politicians who play with peoples' trust, good bye forever.

5. Was in Annai Illam (Mother's abode) a few months back. It is a home for the deserted and aged parents, who have been deprived of their property, pride, dignity, love, faith and thrown there, with nothing but a soul with incessant prayers to god to call them soon. Met a judge's wife (65 yr old). She said her son was really magnanimous, even after marriage. After Judge uncle's demise, her son gave her a separate room with attached bathroom, air conditioner, television and all the latest magazines. Food was delivered promptly by the ayyah into her room. The only condition was that she should never ever leave her room, come what may. To the son- Who wants to live a life of luxury? This is not the real comfort to your mother. Get that into your henpecked brains. She needs you by her side to speak to, your children to play with, your wife to ask her doubts while cooking, share family matters, involve her in a evening light meal talks, your attention, your TIME, your LOVE and not your latest gadgets.
Why do some children treat parents like sugarcane? extracting all the juice, sweetness and thirst quenching elixir over and over again, then throwing away the remnants?Good bye to you too. Meet the likes of you at moon and rot there forever.

6. On the lighter side, I want to send Himesh miya for 'acting' in karzzz (a curse). Dude, if you promise to stick to nasal singing, and bid adieu to malodorous acting, I'll tell ISRO to fetch you back!!:)

7. Last of all, ME :)

Sometimes, I tend to commit mistakes, knowing fully well, they are mistakes. The need to put head into the gutter knowing fully well of its contents. Yeah please send me to the moon, for spending a 100 bucks and reading one night @ the call centre. Sree, if you are reading this, I know you'll bury me alive :) But believe me, the book was pathetic. Bhagat Bhai, you cheated me. I expected lots from you after five point someone. Will not read three mistakes of my life, and commit my second mistake!!:)

Thanks in advance ISRO :):)

P S :-Feel free to add the kinda people you wanna pack off to the moon :)

shoo...scat...CAT...you brat!!!

2008-10-26T15:58:00.008+05:30

WARNING :
1.This is a 100% bakwaas post, read at your own risk :)
2. This is my perception of CAT and am not sorry if it did not make any sense to you (remember warning 1??).

Ok now ready... go ahead..

This is not about the four pawed animal which drinks milk and eats away your cornetto ice cream, or pukes all over your bed ( err.. my cat did) , or does the walk shaking its bum in perfect harmonic oscillations which irritates me('come on you thing, walk straight!!'). Cat, if you are reading this(!!!),' I Hate You. Please go to your home and stop dirtying my room. Mom does not clean your generous leftovers everyday. I have to do it at times'. :)

OK I was going to talk about the Common Aptitude Test (for the aliens, it is the test that one has to take to get into a good Business school and has to score sky high marks eg:90/100 is way too low:)), the fever that has caught on many of my friends and never leaves them. Yeah they are suffering from CAT fever even during this weekend, not going home for the festival, not eating properly, not having family fun, and CATting and slogging away to glory. Poor souls. They dont have a choice. Many have been given a choice "get an MBA or get married:)"(I wont mind the latter, anyways:)), so you understand the need of the hour slogan of such forlorn friends is CLEAR CAT:)

If only we could write CAT in our seventh or eighth grades when

*Math was our friend

*logarithms made sense (I dont understand why we need log books when we got scientific calculators around)

*we did not stick out fingers and toes for addition

*our blood test results read "Trigonometry positive, algebra count 128593 "

*simple, compound , complex , extra complex interests calculations was enjoyed(at least better than now).

*English grammar and reading speed came to us naturally and we were blessed with a remarkable memory to remember all those grammar rules

*LOGICAL REASONING, supposed to be inherent and comes out of sheer observation, but here, you got to cram two pages full of rules. The whole logic of logic is lost :)

Man..I dont get the whole point. What are the basic qualities required for a manager/entrepreneur(the ultimate target of any CAT taker)?

1. communication

2.sales promotion technique

3. stress management

4.optimisation of the resources at hand and give a satisfactory final product.

5. a proper blend of qualities like intuition, creativity, versatility,discipline and commitment, embedded upon a proper knowledge base.

I feel none of these qualities are tested by CAT. They wanna test our reading and writing skills? why have a verbal section? they can see our blogs (err.. a dumb idea, nevertheless!!).
My CAT friends, relax for a couple of days, have a break, enjoy, freak out and then get back to the moribund and never satiating preparation.

P.S: I am taking CAT too :) and am so thrilled about it.I want Nov 16 soon. Not because I am a well-prepared geek and am yearning to knock doors at IIM B , but because I have my test center at Chennai ( Chennai,I know you missed me for eight months now, but dont worry, I still love you and miss you lots:)) and will get to spend quality time with friends post-CAT :):)

mixed up :)

2008-10-25T14:15:00.005+05:30

So I was in Bangalore yesterday, shopping for Diwali.Being a full fledged foodie as already said in my previous posts, I was in one of the newly opened super markets. Ambiance was great, there were ladies (yeah droolable ones, but would have looked better sans the "rakhi sawant ishtyle" lipstick :)) with haldi kumkum in their hands to welcome customers. More than ready directors who eagerly took care of our needs in every section and helped us locate what we needed, saving us the effort of gliding through the frictionless polished marble floor.My mom and I were assisted by one Mr. E(short for enthusiastic guy).

I love jam, any flavour, and would always feel more than happy to taste any new entrants. The conversation went like this (mom was busy checking out offers and freebies in another section)between Mr.E and me:

Mr.E : Hello Madam, how may I help you?

Me : was grinning from ear to ear for being addressed as 'Madam'. Respect never hurts man :) Err.. hi.. was just checking out new flavours in jams.

Mr.E: who was looking down until now as though he was searching for a lost 500-rupee note, suddenly looked up and gave a not-so-okay look. Then gave a sly smile. We just had chocolate flavour jam yesterday madam. New entry in our store. Try it. And do give us your feedback.

Me: I have never been asked for feedback except at college to lie about the wonderful teaching of our professors in the feedback form so I happily nodded my head already tasting choco jam mentally :) Please put it in the basket sir and send it for billing. I'll go catch up with my mom.

Mr.E: still with the same sly smile OK madam, happy to help.

I go away, suspecting nothing, and wait with mom by my side for the billing counter to pack us off soon. Guess what I find in the place of Jam..
A box of cookies ....
No
A Cadbury's Celebrations family pack...
No
A teddy bear ( chocolate colour)
No
come on.. guess...

A BOX OF CONDOMS!!!!!( yeah, err..I suppose chocolate flavour :D).How on earth am I supposed to know that the shop used the code word "jam" for "condoms" ( now dont ask me the connection between the two, if you got any clue, let me know). My mom was aghast and asked "Pre, why do YOU need this? ",(giving me a you-need-more -knowledge-about-eighth-standard-biology-look) . I tried to look less stupid and more mature (I tell you I felt like a combination of George Bush and Mr.Beans on a holiday with Mamta)and explained what actually happened. We both laughed it off later, and asked the super market people to be more careful with their code words. People in search of condoms will obviously help themselves and not be so tawdry about it like me. Another point,not all mothers will be casual, and not all people will ward this off lightly with a sense of humour :).

Yay Yay Yay!!! my sister is home for Diwali. Family of four together for Diwali after four years (all four are in India, South India, just that it never clicked).Will have real fun. You guys and girls also have a super Diwali with family and friends (the ones in US dont worry, have virtual fun!!!)and yeah play safe( err.. with the crackers of course)!!!

'train' of thoughts...

2008-10-23T21:17:00.011+05:30

I always prefer travelling in second class day trains. That is where I get a flavour of all the spices garnishing India. In a gutsy attempt to just marvel at nature, observe things and people around me completely, I carried none of my usual companions along (music, books, LAYS, bricks video game, sudoku).

Now can I get luckier than this, the reservation chart reads
S Preeti F 21
Srivatsan M 25

Wow that is some news. I sit waiting for Sri (lazy to type vatsan along,oops i just typed , aww forget it:)) and he boards twenty minutes later. He is Tall and Dark (according to me a guy who is Tall + Dark = HHH (Handsome and Happening Hunk)). Unfortunately he turns out to be way too shy, deliberately makes a fuss of not even accidentally brushing against me and maintains a safe distance of 3 inches (I wonder how he balanced himself as he was in the 'away' seat and was literally fighting gravity). I felt like telling him "dude I am not gonna rape you. Please feel safe". He opened his laptop and plugged in earphones and was seeing DDLJ, thats my favorite movie (Shah rukh and Kajol look magical) and even though I have seen it 59 times, I wont miss a scene when given a chance. So I keep sneaking looks at his laptop, hoping soon enough he would somehow mind read me and share his earphone. "Whhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaa", a ear splitting sound from
a wailing infant. Wait. Its not an infant, its a girl, no wait, a child...ok, its from an earthling in the age group of 1.5-3 :):) I seriously feel such kids have a pitch higher than Parveen Sultana and would reach professional pinnacles when into classical singing. I wonder why they wail? Perhaps they too want a glimpse of the "ruk jaa oh dil deewane" song from the laptop :) Or want to just get free from the mother shackles and roll around. Or are too wet already. Or What ever. In essence, a wailing infant next to you is definitely not fun.

I then got distracted to supposedly discreet giggles of two teenage girls. A part of the eavesdropped conversation:

G1: You know my boyfriend never finds fault in me, including the two pimples on my lower half of left cheek *freaking hell*

G2: soooo romantic... wish I had one like that. But my guy really likes my hair cut, especially the two strands slapping my face every now and then... *oww stop this mushy gooey shit will you*

This topic was definitely not of my interest so turned towards the middle aged aunty next to me. Now that I have used the word 'aunty' , thats the word I wanna screw out of the dictionary. In my sister's parent teacher meeting, one female came upto me and asked,"aunty, which standard is your kid in? 11th or 12th?", my vocabulary fell short of all the swear words I knew. And I get further kindled when they pronounce aunty as 'anti' Come on you nutties out there, I am just 21. Please try to notice that somehow. Now lets get back to the real aunty in the train :) she was throwing a threatening look at her husband (probably) seated opposite to her who was smoking perhaps the 15th cigarette in one hour. I am not against smokers as such its their personal life and none of my bloody business to ask them to wean away from cigarettes. But would really feel good if they did controlled smoking and felt the cigarette telling them " hey you, I am cinders in a few minutes, but you will follow suit soon buddy, catch you later ".

Was too tired of observation by now, and fell into a beautiful sleep ( did I hear anyone saying thank god :), and by the way yeah I did dream of HHH:))

Tagged :):)

2008-10-22T14:49:00.013+05:30

I am back :) And what-a-way to start off . I open my gmail to find that Revs has tagged me :) My first ever tag and I loved doing it. Thanks Revs :):)

The tag:
Two questions in each category answer them and then tag your friends from the blog-o-sphere. (Simple enough right) Leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged and you are all set.
So here I go... My thoughts unleashed...

Yesterday
Your oldest memories

1. On a serious note...

Date : 16th Dec 1992
Place : Apollo Hospital

I was in the first standard then , carrying an overflowing satchel balanced precariously on my shoulders, two tiny plaits of hair which no longer looked neat and hairs stuck out at random (nowadays, its fashion and people call it 'spikes', but those times, you are bound to get a what-a-sick-girl look from beholders), black shoes covered effortlessly by a thin film of dust, the red tie threatening to fall off my neck any minute, there I stand, clutching my perimma (mom's elder sister) tight, looking through the glass door of the ICU (the nurse wont let us in due to the risk of infection,I did not know what 'infection' meant then), looking at the tiny bundle battling for life, barely visible under the plethora of translucent tubes covering her body,carrying fluids and oxygen, monitoring every single evanescent moment. I look on, hoping to cuddle her, play with her, kiss her and everyday got snapped out of my reverie by the nurses saying "visiting hours are over, please come tomorrow". It was ten dreadful days of struggle in the ICU even before my mother saw her. Alas, she won, life won, we won, my sister came home. Priya, I love you very much. Dont you dare scare us this way ever.

2. On the lighter side...

Place: Maninagar, Gujarat
Date: sometime in June 1993

Dad got transferred to Gujarat. Approached Hebron's school for my admission in second standard.

Dad: Good morning Madam, I am here regarding my daughter's admission in second standard. I know it has been closed, but please do consider as a special case.

HM: Yes sir, I understand but there are no seats available. All seats are full.

Me (innocent yet shrewd): Madam, no problem, I will sit on the floor.

The HM got impressed and gave me admission. My father was boasting about my 'cleverness' and presence of mind. How wrong he was!!!
I sucked at maths. Doing a math problem wrong is perfectly okay, not attending a problem is fine, sleeping away during maths exams is also not-that-bad, but making paper boats of the math question paper the moment I get it is way too much for the teachers to bear :) Somehow, I used to do that only with maths question paper. Then how I got promoted to third standard is a SECRET sshhhh.....

What were you doing ten years ago?
I just entered seventh grade in Trichy ( South India) from Goa. Total cultural difference. Had a real tough time making friends, adjusting to the scorching unrelenting heat, and school timings. Here at Trichy we had school from 8 am to 4 pm. In Goa, they could not hold us in for more than 1 pm. Hindi grammar- I HATE YOU. Tr.Janaki- I dont like you much either :):) Today, all my seventh grade buddies are my closest friends :) sharing silly things, giggling over nothing and swaering at each other for not mailing, calling etc..

Today
Your first thought in the morning
"hmmmm... wonderful smell.. wonder what's mom cooking for breakfast :)", poor soul, she has to use nice smelling breakfast as bait to wake me up :) while in college a few months back my first words "f#$% off you alarm" :)

If you build a time capsule what would it contain?
ever lasting supplies of food, my favorite novels, tinkle, sudoku, good coffee atleast twice a day and my good old scabby. Here's how scabby looks like:

Tomorrow
This year...
contained eveything, both ups and downs, completed my final year project successfully,Priya joined boarding school (you cant expect decent schools here, at this place, which is 30 yrs behind civilisation), my friends left for further studies, quality time with near and dear friends and relatives, I turned into a blog-addict *proud grin* :):) That is all I can think of.

What do you see yourself doing 14 years from now?
I would be 35 then, having an couple of kids ( hopefully twins :)), one husband(!!!), possibly blogging and reading and enjoying life :):)

I tag:

Ram

Kartz

Keshi (if you ve not already done this )

Sreeram (muhahahahaha)

Richa (get started:))

Vanilla

and anyone else who is interested in taking this up :):)

F...F...F...

2008-10-16T09:38:00.011+05:30

No dont run away. I'm not stuck on any swear word :) its my acronym for Full-Fledged-Foodie :)
beep beep beep beep.... I give a murderous look at my alarm clock, for being so impatient and screeching already, and groggily wake up to a brand new day. Somehow, coffee marks the ready-steady-go thing for me everyday.
I have got a tongue for coffee, having taste bud specifications which is , believe me, even more intricated than the matrimonial sites having demands and conditions for bride/groom hunt. My ideal coffee should have a good elegant tan, two cms of froth, waiting to be gulped down soon, just the perfect sugar and coffee powder, hotness which wont burn my tongue, nevertheless, should give out wisps of translucent vapour, served in my favorite coffee mug, of course by mom.I have faint memories of my kollu patti ( great grandmother)giving me 2 rupees everyday, carefully placed in a surukku pai ( knot purse), asking me to buy coffee seeds from the nair shop down the lane. She had her own gas stove ( very orthodox person and wont let others near it, a mark of hygiene according to her), her own kadai into which she would zealously fry the coffee beans every single day, grind it in her coffee machine, which had a funnel above , and a manual movable arm attached to the side,and a bag to collect the powder at the bottom. My mother says, till date that is the best coffee ever. This was slowly replaced by filter coffee, and nowadays nescafe. I prefer filter coffee, which feels fresher and looks more beautiful.

Now time to taste some ancient idlies ( dish made of rice and dal). Near the well (which was most of the time devoid of fresh water in those draught times) , beside the coconut tree, sitting silently was the aattukal ( a hemispherical stone having a hole in the center where rice and dal are to be placed mixed with water, and a grinding stone of good weight to be moved over this to get a thick paste). This was then poured in small circular discs over cotton cloth having holes for quick steaming then cooked. The aroma for sure travels through every corner of the village, arousing even the invisible appetite in you. This when done, is put upon a plantain leaf, along with sambhar soaking the idlies thoroughly deep to beyond its skin. My vocabulary falls short to express the feeling that I undergo when I pinch and plop a large piece into my mouth ravenously.

But nowadays, we use a grinder, and the taste is again compromised. We neither have the time nor the patience to go through all this trouble for good idlies.

Coming to microwave. Agreed hands down, it is a healthy substitute to fatty food, a myriad varieties of cakes and pizzas get ready in no time and so on.. But I really miss the swooshing sound of a papad dropped in hot oil, looking at it swell in its full pride and glory, later dripping the remains of oil in the papad onto a tissue.

This is definitely more delicious than the one we cook using a microwave. So I feel, technology has terminated taste in a few good items, but alas we have to move on...

P.S : I'll catch all you guys and girls next week, on a holiday with my sis :):)

say cheese..... sheesh is it really me here???

2008-10-14T10:57:00.022+05:30

I got this cool website from my friend's blog ( Keshi was it you?) where you could get really cool pics. Try it out. :) Its fun :)I do not have a photogenic face but never knew I could look this better :)

hey Preeti, you are so famous :)

Hey you female, dont you dare smother me with that ash of yours!!!

What a drummer:) cats look on startled!!!

Hey Jolie girl, like my Tshirt?

Hey guys stop gaping, give me a break!!!

walls look complete now

wowowowow

finally, getting married :)

vicissitude... already :):)

2008-10-12T09:48:00.011+05:30

This post is a paradoxical counterpart to my previous post. Yeah, my intemporate behaviour has fleeted away, the reason- read ahead..
Following is an excerpt of the interview between Preeti and herself :) ( I cant expect Oprah to interview me, she sure has got better people :))

Q: So Preeti, nice morning sun, beautiful landscape, spirits soaring high, you carrying your best composture, the reason?
A: Hello, I have got the job I aspired for, after a long wait of three months of ever lingering uncertainty and after three rounds of filteration, whew, finally.

Q: That is good news, elaborate please.
A: Selected as Engineer Trainee in BHEL, a core Electrical Govt company. Some way to serve my best for our country for sheltering me for 21 years.

Q: So what about your prospects?
A: The growth in any hardware company is gradual. No sudden fluctuations in perks or emoluments. But, this gives me a sense of completeness for having studied hardcore Electrical Engineering for four years.

Q: So no regrets at all?
A: Man is someone who cannot find everything good in a particular venture. There is a bond to be served for a period of four years, but that does not matter much, in lieu of which I am given great quality work and job satisfaction. And as of now, I am a girl in NoMan's land, I know none there, unlike WIPRO where I had some real good lifetime friends. Will miss them for sure.

Q: Plans ahead?
A: Give my best to the company, train myself in all the realms really well and have a good rapport with both the horizontal and vertical sectors.
Q: The success attributes?
A: I was totally not interested in applying for BHEL at all in the first place. Vacancy was for 281 and nearly 10000 all over India aspired to get in. With not much of preparation, I'll cut a very sorry figure is what I thought. But parents and friends made me write, just a pot shot. Was lucky. Thanks to them and of course my blogger friends, who will be immensely happy reading this. This space has unknowingly become an integral part of my life, where I have started unintentionally pouring out all my emotions and am feeling really elated about it. Cheers
Guys and girls, Love you all :)

Why do bad things happen to good people :(:(

2008-10-10T21:57:00.000+05:30

DISCLAIMER read at your own risk...ranting ahead...

Now dont ask me " Hey Pre, what triggered you now?", the plain answer, nothing in particular. I was literally a hawk today, waiting for a prey to pounce upon and rip them apart. I for sure cannot explain this moronic attitude since morning, carping and hurting everyone around, perhaps got out on the wrong side of my bed. Mom comes with a gracious smile on her face, with a cup of brimming hot coffee, in my favorite coffee mug, I start bickering saying "there are two crystals of sugar more and one and half specks of nescafe lesser than usual, and it very much tastes like the beige coloured liquid I drain into my throat directly back in hostel". She stands there totally unperturbed and says in a very polite tone "shall I make a new cup?" (her usual response would have been "let me taste your hand made coffee and see which one tastes better ", but ten days of separation seems to have an emotional softness in her, good for me ).

Some stupid future-WIPROmate of mine comes into gchat and tells me stuff like "they will never call, we are now doom's best friend, I saw a donkey screwing a monkey photographed by a cow.." and I, unusual of me, believe every single crap she tells me and start worrying over it and show all the frustration on the ones who share this roof with me.

Then my friend in US sits in his university till twelve am doing research work, then after reaching home gives me a call at two a.m and I freak out at him too :( over literally nothing. I don't even have the least sense that I should at least try to be human, forget being polite, to a person who feels like speaking to me at an odd hour , after a totally stressful day, just to hear a kind and warm goodnight . If you are reading this S, am really so sorry...

I suspect the following to be the reasons to have given rise to the "Bellicose Preeti" :

1. WIPRO calling in Jan. SO am absolutely jobless till then and somehow have taken snubbing and biting people around as a means to kill time.

2. Stuff all over orkut that WIPRO might not even call in Jan, intimidating me further about my already bleak future. So a humble request to people to stop spreading rumours like this which affects the weaklings like me. HMPH.

3. Not using time at hand properly, not studying for CAT and perhaps the guilt factor takes this freaky form and explodes.

4. Not realising this is the best, irreversible part of my lifetime I get to spend with my family after four long years of hostel life.

5. Not realising in the least that time is the best healer, and that one fine day, I'll be sitting in an armchair with my grand daughter on my lap in a wooden armchair and telling her how mean a person I was during my testing times, rocking her back and forth to sleep.(well.. that's too much into the future... but cant help it man... am a typical sagittarean).

OK, in short, I repent of my intemporate behaviour today and solemnly swear to be a far better person tomorrow and henceforth and will make it up for this day somehow.