Casual Leave..

Take a Friday off from work to snuggle up in the old Tom and Jerry quilt, with a Historical Romance, home delivered baked chicken and no guilty conscience...

Very very good for the soul.

:)

Meera..

Meera is a senior of mine who's number i dial sometimes... and never get through.. coz she's almost always gone .. I got this link in my mail today..
WOW!

Retrospect....

" I need u, my family, books, good house, puppy, lots of travelling, bourbon whiskey, good music system, a sexy car..nice kids..thats all.
To hell with everything else.. "

-- Liar.

Waking Up..

Couple of weeks back, M. told me that my blog was dead.. A. told me it looked like the last step of a virtual suicide.. And I started thinking of nice 'last posts' to put up....
'This blog is dead. I have nothing more to say' sorts of posts.... but I never got around to it.. Today, I got a card in my mail. My birthday was two months back and there's no reason anybody should be sending me a card unless its someone sending me a marriage invite.. As stupid as it sounds (I sound).. I was thrilled!! Somebody sent me a card .It was most probably an invite.. But still..
So I got to my desk.. opened it and saw the girliest card ever, wishing me a happy 13th birthday.. This had to be the work of some psycho or some absent minded dodo who didnt even bother what card they were getting me... But still some nice absent minded dodo who went to the pains of writing down my address and all :) (Yes.. its been very very very long since I got mail)
Inside the glittery birthday card, it says '23-Jun-2007'.. and that most defenitely IS NOT MY BIRTHDAY.. But it is the day i first joined work.. One look at the handwriting and I know this is the work of a major psycho.... we have common parents.. :D
It made me laugh.. and it made me happy.. which is not something I've been in a long time.. So I'm putting this here..

"Hey,
Associate Consultant.. Congrats!
I'm gonna write you a few encouraging words, hope they make sense, not just to you, to me and everyone else too. I really appreciate all the hard work, especially for fighting the ODDS and for being ON TIME for work Everyday... For being my 'ORACLE' too!!

...The times when you put yourself together and proceeded for work, despite all the ODDS being against you!! Having all those things in your world go loco.. those terrible terrible colds, insane loose motions, diarrhoeas, those arrogant auto waalas, having to take that pink tiffin box to office, YES.. pink tiffin box to Prestige Towers, boyfriend fights, leaving a mohanlal movie halfway through and so many other ODDS that you have had to overcome to complete two years of being employed...

Alright.. basically means that I'm proud of you Chechi.. Keep Going.. Cheers!"

Its a 'Happy 13th birthday' card for a 23 year old on her second anniversary of joining work.. All nutty, sarcastic and nonsensical but still .. Made my day.

Thankyou Rahul. :)

Rain...

Yesterday, it rained. I opened my red umbrella, rolled up my jeans, held my bag close and walked. People rushed by in a hurry.. to get out of the rain, opening umbrellas, holding plastic bags over their heads, some holding their hands out of their umbrellas, some getting thoroughly drenched, and I wasn't all that dry either.. It felt good though.. like there was some sort of curtain around me and my red umbrella.. Time and space for my thoughts.. and it would all stay within.. I remembered an sms conversation from last year.. when it had started to rain just like this..

R: Hows Bangalore?
M: It was hot till yesterday and all of a sudden its raining cats and dogs.
R: Are you complaining?
M: I'm not sure.
R: I always thought you were the sort of person who'd like rain.

M likes that R thinks that thought.. She leaves it at that..

As the wind blew the rain straight into me and messed with my umbrella I wondered if I should be smiling at all.. because i was.

To Me..

A pair of black stilettos, an aroma therapy set, silver earrings, a locket, a ring, a new dress, a box of beetroot halwa, a painting, a surprise party, chocolate cake, a bottle of white wine, a blue sleeveless kurta, a giant book on crafts, twenty three white roses, anklets, a book of handmade paper, a glass jewelry box, sweet and salt lime soda, tandoori platter at Legends of Rock, hearing a firang sing Roobaaroo, and a lesson learnt about feeling good about myself..

A VERRRY Happy Materialistic Birthday...

TO ME!!

:)

Note to self..

Promises -- Get them in writing.

Death..

Predicted.

Know this..

Here's all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid.

-- George Carlin

Battle..

They have been silent for over two minutes now.. both holding onto the phone waiting for the other person to say something....
She knows he will ask, "Dont you have anything to say?".. And if she says no.. he will say, "Fine." and hang up... most probably without saying, "Bye"..
She could beat him to it.. She could be the one to ask, "Dont you have anything to say?".. and it would be his problem.. to say "No" and be the reason for the end of the conversation.. or to come up with something to say and acknowledge that he needs it to continue....
It shouldn't be difficult for two people like them to come up with something to say.. But the routine is such, that after the two minutes of the 'I-dont-care-to-say-anything' silence, inorder to continue the conversation, you must let go of all pride and acknowledge that continuing the conversation is important to you even if it isnt for the other person.. and in that lies the deflating of the ego which built up over the two minutes of silently wondering who will be the first to ask the question...
"Dont you have anything to say?" he wins.
"No" .. she wins.
"Fine." he hangs up.. (and yes.. wins)