dogs dogs dogs...once again..

Am I a dog lover?? NO

I am a dog admirer. They are intelligent. They are also cute, fluffy, weird, majestic, awesome, annoying, scary and all other adjectives rolled together. "No! Don't roll over and beg". You have to watch what you say in front of a dog, cause they can understand.

Of the many DOG SIGHTINGS that I have done, one incident caught my fancy and became DOG-father part I..


This morning (@6:30am), I spotted two dogs with their two owners. 'What is so special?', you may wonder, well the fact was that the dogs were over 5' tall and the owners were scrawny looking girls who never managed to grow beyond 4'. Ena kodumai sir idhu.

They were making the dogs do their do on the road. This was also another kodumai.

There is also a Mudhal Mariyadhai inspired dog near my house. He (please note the respect bestowed) responds to every call and cry of street hawkers with a howl song. Though it is unappealing to the ears, I am one of his admirers who marvel at his sheer intelligence and consistent response.

I wonder whether my tribute to this intelligent species will end at this. But I would like to add that I am also part of the group who dread them. The stray ones, especially the rabid looking rowdy stray ones. I was almost cornered once, their teeth barring and with a wild snarling, the dogs on my street in Bangalore, almost attacked me. Luckily someone intervened.

Ok!! All that aside. I would like to share a poem I read about dogs. It is really cute. So sharing here.

My Dog Ate My Homework

My dog ate my homework.
That mischievous pup
got hold of my homework
and gobbled it up.

My dog ate my homework.
It's gonna be late.
I guess that the teacher
will just have to wait.

My dog ate my homework.
He swallowed it whole.
I shouldn't have mixed it
with food in his bowl.

--Kenn Nesbitt

Dog-father Part I.. Every dog has its day!!!

He was deep in slumber. Phat!! a stone nicked his butt. With a painful Yelp! he got up, hit his head, dazed and confused, he bent over and ran for cover. His feet took him right but a pair of legs stood there, so he made a quick dash to the opposite side.

 "Naai tholla thaangala" (troublesome dogs) muttered the human.

After reaching a safe distance, he turned to look. The face was odd, not like that of the human who had given him curd rice the other day. He did not like him. Casting one last glance at the white car that had been his shelter for the night, he walked away slowly, searching for another comfortable spot.

The memory of the white car lingered. It was his, he had marked it so. As night arrived, the temptation to go back HOME won over.

His feet, light as ever, carried him gently to the very spot where the car stood now. Sniffing around for another animal/human, he cautiously maneuvered his small body beneath the car. Once under, sleep caught him quickly as if he had been sleepless for many nights. The early morning sun, smoothly snuck in and woke him up gently. He wanted to sleep more and lazily stretched his paws and yawned as wide as he could.

"EY CHI THU NAAYE...ODU IGENDHU" (Get out of here you DOG). Phat!!! a stone was hurled at him. Hit him right on his neck, sharp and painful. Yelping, he ran for cover. His whimpers did not stop for a while, the stone had hit him hard.

As the day stretched out, he wandered around his area keeping out of trouble. A good lunch from a dustbin satiated him and his siesta spot was waiting at the park. The later part of the evening was spent being chased by the watchman, running after two-wheeler/autos, wandering around his area, scavenging other dustbins, pissing on HIS pavements and the occasional bark to show-off.

As he pawed his neck, lazily, he nicked the wound from the morning. The bitter memory convinced him to make good use of his pavement tonight. It was colder and damper than what he was getting used to. But it would suffice.

"Appada, ozhindhuju naai" (What a relief, dog is gone), muttered the human as he washed his car.

It was always spotless white and that is why he loved it. He stood afar and watched the cleaning progress. Suddenly, he was alert. Head up, ears sharp, legs ready to run at the speed of lightning.

He dipped his head low, looked around the perimeter and then tip-toed and sneaked behind the car. The human was still busy cleaning and was now at the hood. He could see the feet moving, white as always, but they were still at the front. NOW!! Inside his head he felt it. Gingerly he moved to his left. The left rear wheel was at his mercy.

He lifted his leg slowly, taking in the moment, it was his now. The freshly washed, shining and clean, Tyre and therefor the car, were now MARKED as his, FOREVER.

His head held high in pride, he walked away, rejoicing in his conquest of what was HIS.

Notices...

Since I have dished out something today morning, my brain is running dry. But there were few observations made post that post. Nothing pertaining to that post, but just that it was post that post. Clear?

This is not a report. Just things that I noticed today.

For one, the Gemini bridge is all lit up, the parapet walls running along have been illuminated with tiny blue bulbs encased in a translucent tube. In simple words, very pretty. Originally such lighting used to happen for special occasions like Tamil New Year's or Diwali etc. Now it is like daily wear makeup. And it looks good, I like it.


The other thing I noticed was the beautiful and huge park right at the Gemini circle. Erstwhile premises of the Woodlands Drive-in has now been converted into a park. The huge campus is the greenest spread of earth in Chennai today. The centuries old huge trees have long held my admiration.  With all the billboards gone, the full beauty can now be enjoyed during a ride down the winding flyover. Well lit with tiny lamps all over, it seems like a wonderful place for some quiet time. Possibly an alternate to the beach.


While in bus today, I found myself starring at a bald patch on someone's head. And that head belonged to a girl. Yes, now even girls have to deal with receding hairlines. No one has black hair, natural hair colour has evolved to reddish brown and other like shades. With that said, the pony tails and pig tails now look like 'palli vaalu' i.e a lizards tail (the one found in our homes). There is no use reveling in past glory and saying that your hair was long and thick, that the comb used to break while untangling it or was as black as night. Now it is thin, receding and lacking in luster and colour. By 'You' I mean ME and not comb breaking but definitely healthier and stronger that what it is today. A mere ghost of its illustrious past.

With that my 'noticing' is done. But I shall leave you with food for thought.

Highlights of diet today:

Mid morning snack : 1 whole ripe mango

Lunch: Special Raw Mango gravy (maanga pachadi)

Post Dinner Snack: Mango fruit salad (also includes bananas and jackfruits, maa pala vaazhai)

I strictly recommend it to those who love the fruit and don't mind the calories.

I have restrained form the use of tanglish in this post. Feels a little odd.

A detailed analysis of the many workings of Life!!

1. People in glass cabins should not smile away on their own

2. When life throws lemons at you, make lemonade. If it throws bricks, catch and build ur house, sell them for profit, throw them at your enemies, explore other options.

3. All the world's a stage and all men and women mere Actors, but where is the director, script, dialogues, STORY? Hence the chaos.

4. Rome was not built in a day, so no use working your ass off. Learn to relax and enjoy your day too.

5. Nothing is permanent but change, that means that change is permanent. but nothing is permanent but change. Vicious circles go on forever.

6. A stitch in time saves nine. No puns on this one as this is very true.

7. An idle mind is the devil's workshop. But once the workshop starts working, the mind is no longer idle. This is a paradox/vicious circle.

8. Kallaanalum kanavan,pullanalum purushan... kallu adhichaalun kanavan??? pull adichallum kanavan??? redundant saying...

Where are 9 and 10??? Sorry, brain not working...

yes this is very mokkai... excuse me please sorry!!

Turning Point....

Ever faced a disspointment?

Felt depressed?


Failed in an exam?

Things didn't turn out as you planned?

This is for you

"Sometimes, not getting what you want may become your greatest turning point. Sometimes, God upsets your plans to execute His plans for you."
It is also for all those with a strong heart to stay strong.

Read this and felt like sharing this. It always feels good to know such things. It is such uplifting words that keep the flame of hope burning always.

It is Summer...

It is summer...

Golden rays light up my days,
It is summer.
They wake me up with loads of cheer,
"Get up my darling, honey, dear"

Golden rays lift me up,
fill my soul till the top.
It is summer, can you see
The warm light brims inside me.

Golden rays do your work,


You make tiny birds chirp.
Until the time we meet again,
I shall enjoy my summer day.

the 10:40 magic...

it is at this magical hour in the pm that i seem to find the inspiration to write something on my(this) blog.. it is like how all the watches in advertisements always show it to be 10:10..

10:40 pm : Have been online for the past one hour and still unsure of what to write... clock is ticking away.. eyelids are heavy and drooping.. yet i sit with a resolve to write something...

10:48 pm : i have started writing something... makes sense?? NO..  who reads this anyway?? blogger status says that some people do.. God only knows...

10:50 pm : chatting on gmail and FB... how will blogging ever happen??

10:52 pm : i am a good time keeper... :)

ok.. here it goes... after a rather dull and grumpy, irritating day.. got some respite...

cloudy skies made the evening look beautiful... and while i waited for my bus.. beautiful songs played on in my ears...

an AC bus came to rescue me from my wait at the bus stop.. the ride was good but i seemed to be lacking a lot in balance and unable to stand in this bus... if i had not found the corner to snug in to, i would have crushed someone under me...

saw a shop on the way... 'enga appa kadai".. to eliminate doubts "Yes, My father's shop" was also written below it..

did i mention the 5pm hunger pangs and the sudden serving of Cashew Pakodas and Wheat Halwa??? mmmm...yummy!!!

subham!!!

i wish i could put this title card now.. but truth is that my lousy mood hasn't left me completely... like an one day phenomenon, it has stuck on and refuses to let go.. a good night's sleep would do the deed...

10:57 pm : almost finished writing what i set out to...

Once upon a time,

9:00 pm : bed-time with the Parliamentary news and World This Week (on Sunday's)

Later
10:00 pm : Sharp, like some pre-programmed machine, i would crash in to bed... (bed is sturdy and reliable)

11:00 pm : today..rather NOW.. and i am not even near the bedroom.. what a pity, what a pity!!! change in life style has been so silent and subtle, that this shift was never visible...

before midnight strikes, let me quote someone

"nadoo centre'la poraan paaru para_esi"

Bad Hair Day!!!

Not really a bad hair day... i have had enough of them soon after my haircut and colouring expedition a month ago.... But this time around, it is a BAD MOOD DAY!!!

ask me "why, what is the reason?", but i will not have an answer. Very irritable today and it is getting further infuriating with my efforts to maintain CALM..

ERIMALAI EPADI PORUKKUM.... like a 'soon to erupt' volcano, i am trying to control my rising temperature..

as i try to analyse the cause for the souring of my mood.. i draw up a blank...

Let us see what would have irritated me amongst the following.

1. compliments by the dozens : "Ae nee ipo nalla iruka.. elachu iruka" (Hey u are looking good now, u have lost weight)

2. tasty lip smacking food : Pani puri, dahi puri, bhel puri, kalyana samayal saadham, special ice cream treat too

3. good night's sleep : slept in a cosy bed all noon on Saturday, not to mention a peaceful Saturday night which was topped by a post ice cream Sunday's sweet dreams and a late wake up on Monday morning (today)

4. weekend getaway : had been to a wedding 250kms off Chennai and had a good time.. dressed up, met people and posed for pictures and videos...

despite all of the above... i am irritable today...

my analysis of the same, is not revealing much, but my worry was that i would direct my negativity on to someone who is innocent...

it is very difficult to control the tongue when u are angry... and even more difficult to maintain a calm look when u r irritated...

p.s. during the penning of my thoughts, my actual rising temperatures have slowly started to return to normal.. hoping that 'status quo ante' will be attained shortly...

in simple words it can also be called MONDAY BLUES
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What is third degree torture?

analyse this:

1. you are made to leave the confines of your safe and cool home, travel in the blazing sun, reach an office within the appointed time. And then made to sit idle the entire day.

2. you are given no network access, put off in a separate cabin (solitary confinement), gawked at by others like you are a museum exhibit and asked to ask even small doubts only via e-mails. And made to wait whole day for a reply to your e-mail.

3. you are given internet access (a little liberating), given some jujubi papers (not worth even 10mins of reading), given some excuses for the delay, given really boring company during lunch, given lecture on how to do the work. And ignored for the rest of the day

As said earlier, it is cursed. LORD SAVE ME!!!

give me some work people. i love being lazy. but not like this. i like intermittent spells of work. it has been 3 days of nothing.

i can only compare and contrast to the previous assignment i did. good ambiance and good work.

as i wait patiently for some real work to start, i fervently pray that i do not become too rusted by the time it actually begins..

'tis cursed...

i refused to believe, but had to succumb to the feeling that 'indeed this audit is cursed'.

such a statement, just when it is starting, is definitely not good for the morale. but the pinching feeling inside, cannot be ignored.

why?? you may ask. well the reasons are many. but lets skip that part and move to things that do not consist my laments.

Just for fun had posted on FB saying "marriage... even if it doesn't make u husband and wife for life.... makes you a diplomat and a philosopher..."

a very true statement.. as i speak nothing but the truth... it has evoked a lot of responses from people who seem to take sadistic pleasure in the lament of a tortured soul.. aka me...

there is a lot of humour potential in marriage.. not just laughs between husband and wife... but so many many jokes on the institution itself...

why??? ask the poor tortured souls... meaning not just me.. but the opposite party also... no one is spared... even the seemingly happily married, will have at least one sarcastic joke up their sleeve..

Marriage is not a word. It is a sentence--a life sentence.

makes u wonder if it is cursed to be so... may be.. may be not.. who knows... but again... looking at how things are going... un-believers may start to believe...

this one may be old..but still evokes a laugh...

In marriage..first comes the engagement ring.. next wedding ring and next suffer-ring..

there is one joke though... i laughed so hard after cracking it.. made my BUTTER HALF laugh too... not just laugh, but rib clacking/cracking laugh... ena andha joku??? not to be shared with family audience.. so sorry..

ever since i played the role of a judge in a school play... i enjoy giving a verdict... so the verdict being.. single life is far more fun and less complicated.... summa free'ya, jolly'a irukallam...

but here's the twist... what is life without these mirch masalas?? without a BUTTER HALF to share with... i found that life took on a whole new dimension after marriage...

if u are wondering, what started me off on this.. then here is the answer... an FB status:

Mrs X:Successfully completed 100 days of married life..... !!!!

me: wondering whom to congratulate.. u or ur husband..

me: it is the wisdom of 800days...

a sumaar day...

early in the morning, had a very auspicious start... as per my new routine was walking at 6:30 am... on one side of the road, stood a few people... i saw them from the corner of my eye..

wearing white shirts, dark pants and a tie... salesmen.. and what were they selling so early in the morning???? suspense.....

I was supposed to start work on a new assignment today.. everything was perfect... perfectly not right...

i was made to sit in a store-room cum cabin... and had to wait for almost half a day until someone noticed i was in there and provided some information... information provided was somewhat connected to my actual work and more directly related to the level of sleepiness i was feeling...
in the end.. i was happy to be out of there... but the sad part is, I have to return tomorrow...

Just 2 days back.. on Sunday.. i was having the time of my life.. a trip to the amusement park... walked in the hot sun... played like a teen (can't say kid cos i was not allowed on kid's rides)... drank litres and litres of pepsi/miranda/sugracane juice/lemon juice/water ( tank was full but still felt very thirsty).... rode the cable car... fell almost asleep in that 30minute ride... and returned home tired and tanned... i can be called Karupaayee till my tan wears off...

back to the start.. what were they selling??? actually i didn't even want to know... they were canvassing for a FREE FAT check up...

Insult.. oru orama pora ennai.. satham potu kooputu fat check panna sonanga...

I was walking peacefully, on the other side of the road, intentionally to avoid them.. and they target me and approach with "Madam"... yappa saami... vidungada...

TALK TO THE HAND... and i escaaaaaaapeeee...........

Misplaced emotions...

yes.. it happened today morning... she was very angry.. this girl... responsible for making a handful of women flex their muscles and breathe in rhythm and work their bodies towards Fitness....

the reason.. someone pointed out that she was behind schedule.. aka Me saying she was LATE...

the result was a grumpy faced trainer who lead the entire class with an iron fist...

We always have a problem with dealing with our emotions.. I know i do... and it got me thinking how we misplace our emotions on some vulnerable object rather than treating the root cause...

1. hamara ghar ka darwaja (the door in our house).... poor thing.. gets slammed most of the times... had borne the brunt of my anger/hurt over the years... bears a souvenir from each encounter..

2. my idupu (waistline)... u would have heard about eating to ease emotional cravings... been there and done that many many times... if i am bored, I EAT.. if i am sad, i eat... if i am hungry, OBVIOUSLY i eat... sometimes it is chocolate, sometimes sweets... ice creams also happen along the way.. condition being that all items consumed should have high calorie content and fattening to the last bite/lick as the case may be..

3. pillow... who has not ever drenched their pillow??? atleast on one night, the poor thing would have soaked in our sorrow.. people crying out of joy are rare and they don't shy away and hide their face when doing it... for every exam result that didn't work out.. or every love letter that returned to sender... the pillow knows it all... (presently a source of pure unadulterated salt in my household)

the point....

why misplace the emotions?? treat the cause... it is the best way...

if my trainer had simply resolved to be on time hereafter..it would automatically shut any such comments in the future...

also slamming the door on the face of that X.. putting salt/chilli powder in their food (laxative is bit extreme and Goundamani style)..... and instead of burying ur face in the pillow______( u can catch the drift here)....

bottom-line... i seem to use this a lot these days.. if we learn to deal with our emotions better.. we could lead a happier and healthier life...

incidentally... grim faced, zero smile trainer was very effective in making the plump, out of shape women obey her every command... it worked...

It is a Crime......

Attended a seminar today.. on cyber crime... and other related Information security topics... au contraire to popular belief, post lunch sessions were good...and the learning i had at the end of day was not confined the subject matter alone...

1. attending seminars without company is bugging...

it is not about feeling alone.. or lost.. there are many others giving u company in that... but the point of company is to be able to pass silly comments and giggle... :( how i wish i had someone tagging along today... would have been a blast...


2. 50% of speakers speak irrelevant stuff...

as i said... noon sessions were good... the two morning sessions were so lost.. completely off track and gave no value addition... i propose to put those speakers in a training class so that they get their presentation right and to the point...
i was unable to escape from there too... :(

3. there is always a limelight hogger in every dias...

here i am referring to one person... he would give the speakers grace time of 5mins only... but he himself would speak elaborately..thinking that what he is speaking is amusing the audience... the whole group present was ready to pounce on him and shut his speakers out and thrash him with his mike... but professional decorum and decency prevailed... all actions mentioned were strictly carried out in imaginations only....

bottom-line... returned home with a decent looking folder.. a notebook.. a new pen and some updation, -Rs.600 in my bank.... and 6CPE hours in my kitty.... YEAH!!!!

Time magic...

Spent a great weekend with my friends... Time... met them after almost 2 whole years.. yet it felt like we hadn't been apart that long... had the best 2 days of my life, rejoicing their company...

Time.. slips past without our knowledge... like it is almost a month since i started work on an assignment..

Time... the healer... he erases the wounds out of our memory and hereby heals us of the pain...

I was thinking about changing realities... there have been moments in life where there seemed to be no greater happiness or no greater grief... and yet... today they seem a dream...

as i wonder what is REAL... i am reminded of a story...

A sage was asleep.. he had a dream.. a bee was flying from flower to flower and collecting nectar... the sage woke up with a question on his mind..

a disciple noticing the change, couldn't resist question his guru on the state of his mind...

the sage said.."i dreamt of a bee collecting nectar... it seemed so real.. yet it was only a figment of my imagination... Now i am forced to wonder..this life that we live.. whose imagination is it??? or is it REAL???"

A Summer Letter...

Dear Mercury...

How are you? I have been thinking a lot about you and when I Heard that you turned 40 decided to write without further delay.

Before you start wondering, I am Fine. Everybody says "I am Fine". Actually a little bugged. My new roomies, Perspiration and Dehydration are giving me great company these days. Wish I could really mean it when I say "Great Company". They are the uninvited guests that I am waiting to get rid off. Gave them enough hidden messages, but that doesn't seem to work. They both listen to you very well,so PLEASE do me this favour and tell them to LEAVE ME ALONE.

RAIN is on a vacation and she was the one who arranged for these two to take her place. Bad girl. It would be good if she comes back soon. Missing her a lot. But at least Wind has been keeping me company, so I am handling things better.

Mercury, I am worried about you. You are back on your old habit. Why do you get so high? What is bothering you? Try and stay clean. You are such a darling when you are sober. No one likes it when you are high.

You know what, I have come to appreciate you more after having moved away. I missed often there. You work so hard and never take a break and it makes me wonder what I would do without you. I would only say, take a chill pill.

Just bought two tickets. Planning to send Perspiration and Dehydration on a holiday. If it is free, they will bite the bait. But I need your help on this, you have to convince them. With those buggers around, I have not had a peaceful nights sleep for weeks together.

Anyway, I will sign off now. It was nice writing this letter. You better take care.

Love to see at your normal self soon.

Karuthu kanaayiram...

Raja: (Loud Gambeeramana voice) YENNA Topic edhuvum thonallaya???

Mantri: Ammam Mannah!!

R: Indru vetti pechu durbar epadi nadathuvadhu???

M: Vidumurai arivithuviduvom..

R: Nadakaadhu... Yosithu paaru Mantri.. Illai-endraal un(en) thalai urullum..

M: IDEA Mannah!!! Andha Karupu Chudidhar anindha pennai pathi pesuvom....


Well it is a imaginary re-creation of a conversation i happened to overhear today... and the girl/lady in black chudidhar was ME....

what next?? i walked away so that I do not get to hear what was exactly being discussed.

a. If it was something good, I would be be Flattered. But the crow and fox have taught us that flattery is not good.

b. If it was something bad, I would feel disheartened. I was having a pretty fine day today and didn't want some time pass comments/opinions of some strangers affect it.

Lesson: Forming an opinion of half heard conversations is futile. Making or breaking my day (life) is my choice.

In the evening, I was home early and decided to head for my Fitness classes (gym).. Met my neighbour on the way and to his question, answered that I am on the way to gym.

His opinion and mine, on the subject, were on either extremes of a scale. Never bound to meet. Bottom-line, he suggested not to go to gym and not to dance to some silly music there but instead do it at home.

a. If i had the same opinion as his..being the lazy bum i am, i would have never ventured out even on a small walk. Definitely I would not have lost 2Kilos in a month.

b. If i had shared his opinion... I would have saved 4K and gained a few more kilos.

(the advice was well meant, but would never suit me)

Lesson: Listen to good advice (Gym + Yoga + Diet= Weight Loss). Do not listen to those who discourage you. It is easy to get discouraged.

Wait!! the penultimate lesson of the day is yet to come.

This morning, a black cat was about to cross my path. Strangely our eyes locked. Do not know what struck it, but the cat made a quick U-Turn and ran away. I was dressed in black today.

No a b c analysis on this, but straight to the lesson.

You are so much of an Angel in your eyes, as much as you are a Devil in the eyes of another. So think first before pointing a finger at another.

Note: All incidents mentioned above are true and real. No cat was harmed, maybe it got a little scared, but that was purely accidental. Both the cat and I were in black and white.

Dabba-kattu..

No not that Thalapakattu Biriyani.. seems like it is the new rage in chennai... this blog is not about Sapaadu...

But the thought originated during lunch.. based on a simple, eyes away from my plate observation of the people around.

No.. it is not about the people who chew with their mouth open.. or those who don't mind licking their fingers in public or of those who are on a diet... and not of those who make a dive into the huge pile of food on their plate...

it is not about food..

Once upon a time.. no not the story of aaya sutting vadai... it is about aaya taking lunch to the kids in school... she made hot hot sadam and hot hot potato fry and hot hot pappu... she put it in a big carrier and went to school... there.. sitting in the playground.. under a big tree.. she made small small balls of rice and put it in the tiny hands stretched towards her... and with each round of eating competition, she dished out some intriguing story.... and when the bell rang after lunch hour.. a big bunch of kids would run to class, with their stomachs full..

Once upon a time... you'd grow nails.. not for beauty.. but to be able to open your lunch box... there would be a set of pretty towels in your lunch bag and your lovely water bottle.. a little snack box and then YOUR lunch box... it is YOUR lunch box, as ur name is engraved on it.... happy... stomach is already full.. and as you reach the bottom of your box.. you realise it is going to be a long afternoon... long live History.. Good night everybody...

Not so soon...

It is 2011.. you are feeling nostalgic... the days of childhood, oiled hair, midies/shorts, school and teachers, charts and art.. your stomach starts rumbling... time for lunch...

it is crowded.. your floor timing was 1:00 to 1:30 and you are late... you struggle to find a spot to sit.. lucky that your other floor friends have reserved you one.. you settle down quick and open your box...cut...

boxaaa??? who uses that old stainless steel carrier??

TUPPWERWARE dude.. i use TUPPERWARE.. spent 2000bucks on it...

TUPPERWARE.. looks fancy.. but contains that same old Thayir Saadam and Maavadu inside... the brand that made huge profits due to the IT revolution..

Konjam bayam...

Blogger'ku edho aayiduchu...

:( Spent all day yesterday searching for my blogs and realised that all my stuff was at the mercy of blogger server.. :(

the price for using a free blog site...

As i was walking today morning, i saw this person.. normally i set out around the same time everyday and i get the darshan of this person...

in the days Hands Free was new technology.. seeing people on road, talking without a phone to their ear seemed weird... you would even question their sanity.. new technology always raises eyebrows..

so here this mister... seems to own such technology... its wonder word is In-visible Bluetooth...

wrong guess... the wonder is the non-existence of technology... but the age old art of talking to oneself.. thaniye thanan thaniye... talking while walking... just between you and yourself...

avaru ena pesuraru.. i don't know... but makes an interesting observation.. code name Babylon... Why?? you may ask.. it is inspired by the tower leading to language Babel and the movie Babylon A.D... summa time pass...

Babylon: There she is.. that crazy lady.. always same dress.. yuck.. why is she smiling like that?? loosapa nee? daily i run in to her.. tomorrow i should change route..

The other common sight is the Water Tanker doing the routine fills at the Govt Hostel nearby.. you are also treated to the colourful kodams the hostel guys use to assure themselves of a clean start to a sunny day...

Kodam guys
guy 1 : Last 3 days no bath ya... today i going to shower...meeting my girl friend...
guy 2 : machi.. all the best ra.. i am going for an interview.. bathing is compulsory :(

amidst all this... u have the constant chirping of some bird.. or a squirrel... or if u notice a bit keenly... a tiny foraging mouse.. not very pleasing but interesting.. it was funny watching it drag a packet, much bigger than itself, to its hole thinking it has nailed a prize catch... paavam eli...

Rat: aia aia jolly.. yaravadhu paakaraangala??? odu odu.. adhukulla nice'a edhukunu poidanum.. aio andha pombala paakudhu.. ena ma nee paakra?? odu odu... naa escaaaaape...

Did i mention that this walk was at 6:30 am???

It is summer.. so Mr.Sun is also out early and takes the walk along with you.. and he is pleasant that time.. and therefore gives the walk a sunny - smiley feel..

Sun:Summer vandhaale Overtime!!! orey kadupa iruku... grrrr grrrrrrr.... iniki deep fry dhan...

Tagged....

Was late from work today and rushed to catch the train.. it was crowded and the ladies' compartment was almost full.. as i found a space for me and my legs.. i saw Ms.Fernandez...

Wondering who she is?? Well she is.......... I don't know...

So madam is wearing her office id while in train.. and i a perfect stranger, now her know every detail.. her name and where she works.. Cognizant which is different from Cogzidel where Sangeetha works...

So there is every detail u need about this stranger... and not just her but many of her colleagues were on the train wearing the tags..

Dear Stalkers maybe this information will be useful to u...

i hate wearing such tags... especially when it says "Visitor" cause it feels more of a burden than anything else...

why i would not want to wear it on my neck???

1. it will hide my Gold Chain under it...
2. it won't match the color of my dress....
3. if i want dip tea i would also get dip id...


these id cards are funny.. esp when u have to just display them to the sensor to open the doors for you or to mark your attendance... i have seen enough people Do the DANCE...

not the ones that need delicate movement of the feet and intricate expressions on the face.. but rather the ability to move your shoulders... not up and down... but forward and backward...

to accomplish this dance routine, you will have to practice activating the sensor with your id card in your shirt pocket.. always fun to watch.. sometimes bit irritating to see how lazy the other person is..

all this tags business lead my thoughts away to Rocket Raja style imaginations... well not exactly.. but got me wondering what other tags we use....

like maang mein sindoor... a tag for being married...

shades on shirt collar on your back... a tag for "I am VIJAY fan"

by the time i finished analysing the tags and the science of tagging my station arrived and i had to hop off..

as i walked back home.. i put my TAG on...

My EARPHONES.. tries to be COOL and LOVES MUSIC... :)

Coffee break...

Had a coffee break just 15mins after entering office today.. and the coffee break extended for a fully 20mins.. coffee gup shup...

today is about something during the lunch break rather...so the guy eating from the canteen says that his wife is out of town.. and so claims his status to be Married Bachelor... I almost said "It must be fun"...

Not as a joke but rather as a matter of fact.. as a Married Spinster myself (status since last 2months).. i have enjoyed every bit of the change it brings.. it is like a holiday of sorts... like when u have worked too hard u deserve the vacation... not exactly in my case.. but still vacations are always fun...

that brings me to Mother's day... as i have returned home after almost 2 years...I am enjoying every bit of it.. distance helps u realise the worth of things...

so what about mother's day??? well since i am at home after a long time.. my mother takes extra special care of me.. and makes sure that i have everything that i always liked and which she knows i have missed in the past 2 years...

that makes going back difficult.. cos now i know what i am missing...not the food... but the love and affection... dad included of course..

it should rather be father's and mother's day... cause they are both equally important..why leave the father's behind??? why don't we celebrate both together?? but that would mean business loss to many...

taking about loss.. i have lost 2 kilos as against the one kilo i posted earlier.. and i also lost a lot money as fees for this... :)helps having deep pockets..

i enjoy having a deep pocket... i constantly keep an eye on my bank balance.. i am not a miser.. i am a big spender.. so i earn today and save now, so that i can splurge tomorrow..

Tomorrow being a tuesday, does not bring much hope as there are 4 more working days left..

Of the above, my husband is going to spend 2full days hopping flights to attend an half day meeting at a different country on a different continent...

which brings me to the fact that my passport remains brand new.. even after it being OLD... it was taken 8 years ago.. hope i get a visa chaap before i stop resembling the pic in it or the passport expires, whichever is earlier..

"whichever is earlier", comes out so because i have been reading the Accounting Policy of a company recently and hence the terminology...

with that.. i chose to Terminate this post.. as i can go on like this.. and hope u enjoyed this Anthakshari... which was unintentional for the most part and then very laboured towards the end...

Ju ju ju.. Doggie...

I was wondering what to write about when images kept flashing from a video i had seen earlier... a Dog gone video... A TV host is doing a small segment on pet dogs.. a dog trainer had brought along two of her dogs for the interview..

what happened during the interview was telecast live to millions via the Canadian news programme...

the dogs had become too friendly and uncontrollable.. the bull dog wouldn't stay still and preferred to licked off all the make up from the anchor's face.. it then jumped on to her lap and continued the friendly gestures... absolutely funny...

talking about dogs.. i am not a pet person.. i like dogs but can never have them around as a pet.. but i do enjoy petting other peoples' pet dogs.. it is fun when they like u, cause getting accepted by people with high standards is always fun.. be it by kids... bosses... elders.. even for the matter intelligent animals like dogs...

there is a really funny dog in my neighborhood in chennai... he loves to howl.. assuming he is a he... but he doesn't howl always...

the first few days i wondered why.. then when i paid attention i found the connection...

here comes the ice cream vandi.."ting ting ting".. and there he starts "ooow ooow ooow"

here comes the waste paper guy.. "paper paper paper" and u have "oow oow oow"

he always seems to respond to the calls and sounds of hawkers frequenting my area...

esa paatu of Mudhal Mariyadhai style...

there is Sangeetha who constantly keeps writing about her apartment doggie which has been missing from action/mention the past few days... the idea started from that..

one thing... dogs look cute both as a puppy and adult.. and they are terrorizing... even today as a grown up.. i am scared of the little puppy dogs.. when they run towards you, u want to put ur feet high up where they can't reach.. and they look really cute trying to catch up...

the adult dogs are no bother.. except when they approach u looking agitated.. there are a lot of stray dogs in Bangalore.. and they enforce the curfew everyday..

back to the little rascals.. brown or black.. skinny or chubby.. fluffy or bald.. spotted or plain.. u just can't stop adoring these intelligent creatures.. even if u stand far cos u are afraid.. the feeling inside stays...

Must haves...

You... being a girl... (boys ignore).. Must have

1. a water proof eyeliner.. colourless lip gloss.. lip liner and atleast 1 shade of party wear lipstick

2. a paddle brush to untangle ur hair and a round brush if u like to have little wavy curls..

3. black and white sets of salwar/chudi pants with duppata for almost all conceivable mix-match solutions...

4. a pair of jeans(if u wear them)... the colour being Light Blue is the must have...

5. some kurtis in ur wardrobe and some party wear salwar sets...

6. atleast one pair of footwear that go with ur party wear..

7. a pair of casual chappals... (even when travelling).. the ones that keep u most comfortable...

8.a set of PEARLS... they are cheaper that other semi/precious stones and suite almost everyone and can complete any type of wardrobe... from casual to elegant...

9. your phone on full charge every morning and a wallet with minimum cash and your plastic money...

10. Good sleep, good food and a Confident smile...

Golden Fruit...

Just finished a Mango.. ripe and sweet... delicious.. this one is from a tree behind my house.. so no worries about chemically ripened fruits.. 100% natural and 100% yummy..

as the juice ran down my fingers.. (i bit into the whole mango).. my thoughts sped to a show i had seen years ago.. Variety Variety.. a guy was miming about eating a mango... it was hilarious.. the invisible fruit's juice was running all over his hands.. spilling on his shoes.. soiling his suit.. his hands mushy and squishy... and as he licked the last drops of everything... u get the feeling of having eaten a mango yourself..

so once again we are going against Nature.. chemically ripened fruits.. Is it ignorance or arrogance or arrogance mixed with ignorance...

for the arrogance part.. it always accompanies greed.. following unscrupulous means to earn quick profits... and complete disregard for others... not even bothered if the product would cause any health effects.. its alarming to find adulterated consumables and even expired medicines being sold knowingly..

a shop i know has nothing original.. this i discovered the difficult way.. tested a can of deodorant and got a rash on my arm.. today i use that very same brand but i bought from a different and much reputed store...

as for ignorance i would say that the people involved do not realise the impact such interferences and tampering have on the human body.. are they aware that the impurities may be carcinogenic??

man has to fear for bird-flu, mad-cow disease and e-coli.. which occur naturally... but even of the fish from polluted waters.. he has to also fear every vegetable for the fertilisers used or the genetic modifications made to it..

even when u bite into a simple apple, u have to wonder if u are getting some wax for free...

the only solution is to return to NATURE.. that is not easy.. plus strict quality standards should be enforced on all consumables including the perishables..

in the wake of all such things happening and not happening today... those who get to enjoy such sweet treats are truly Lucky....

Note: Stolen mangoes are always sweeter :)

No Comments...

I spend an hour a day to write a blog..why?? Cause i am slow... and also cause i like to write factually what i feel...

So here i slog and then i see so many visits to my blog... its increased by 200 in last few weeks.. thats really nice... but i wonder if they really do read my blogs.. cause there are No Comments...

If u like what u read say so.. if u don't like also do say something.. but say something as ur comments are valuable to me... help me become a better blogger... do leave ur comments...

I was talking to a friend of mine today and on a health concern of hers, offered free advise.. suggested that she visit the Siddha Hospital at Tambaram Sanitorium, Chennai..

I first visited the hospital in 2008.. since i had no major complaints i did not re-visit.. and now.. in 2010.. i am a regular..

the hospital is funded by the Central Govt and therefore is able to provide FREE medical care to ALL patients.. FREE tests ranging from blood sugar to ECG and X-ray.. and also in-patient facilities for those requiring prolonged stay and treatment..

Siddha medicine is around 10,000 years old which was preached and practised by 18 Siddhars..more on the history is available on wiki..

The medicines given do not have any side-effects except for curing the condition.. i have only experienced the fringe benefits.. like glowing skin and reduced hair fall... they basically constitute Syrups, Tablets, Capsules and Oils... the variety of medicated oils available is huge.. they are specific to pain, itching and other conditions not limited to dermatology.. the concept is that the oil seeps through the pores on our skin and thereby enters the system and does its work...

the doctors there are well trained in English medicine also and the medication they give is sometimes supplemental to it.. there are 7 consulting rooms with one dozen final year students and 2 supervising senior doctors... every symptom is noted down and diagnosis done.. the senior doctor then approves the same and the dispensary gives out the medicines..

Lots of people visit the compound which works on all days from 8:00am to 12noon and on Tuesdays caters to the Senior Citizens exclusively with an additional evening batch.. adequate time, patience and attention is given to each patient..

My recommendation for Siddha comes from the fact that it is an ancient form of medicine and uses natural cures in most scenarios.. artificial chemicals are completely avoided..

The element of doubt on quacks will always exist.. that is why it is better to get treated at the Siddha hospital which is by the Government and therefore far more reliable..

for all who can.. all those who are interested.. a mere visit can give u the impressions... after that it is the belief and trust u put into the system that will yield the results...

my choice would be to go natural.. go Siddha...

One Kilo in One Month..

Its official.. the scales stopped a kilo early today.. i have successfully lost a kilo.. its a reverse trend for me.. i usually gain a kilo a year..

i have always been heavier than others my age.. never bother much about it.. partly cause i chose to not care and partly i didn't have the confidence that i could.. over the years many people have advised me to Go for a walk, Exercise, drink honey in warm water early morning etc etc... i chose the easiest option.. honey on empty stomach.. it did make me look leaner but i never checked its effects on a weighing machine.. couple of months ago i did try it again.. but since i now live in a city whether it is cold and dry.. i got a nose bleed.. so put a full stop..

I was tested for PCOS and Thyroid in between... and i struck gold in both.. The doctor said that both conditions could be the root cause of my weight gain and put me medicines... in the year that followed... i had lost 5kilos straight...

Losing 5kilos without any exercise or special diet made me very happy.. it was good news but still i was obese..

I suffer from Subclinical hypothyroidism where my TSH was 13.. way above normal whereas my T3 & T4 were normal.. and since that day i have been starting my day with a thyroid tablet..

I visited a thyroid specialist who double underlined the fact that i HAD to lose weight..

My next stop from there was to a gym near my house.. all women.. that was a plus point... i enrolled without wasting a minute on second thoughts..

So here is my gym routine and diet chart to see what makes it work:

1. Brisk walking on a Treadmill (0% incline) with a speed of 5.5 to 6.0 for about 15-20mins everyday...
2. A seated cycle (70 to 75rpms level3)or a cross-trainer (elliptical)(60-65 rpms level3) for around 10-15mins each day..
3. Aerobics classes on alternate days for one hour..

All above are cardio exercises..
4. Other exercises for Arms, Legs, Abs etc..

My Diet.. the word seems big.. but i have not missed any of my favourite foods.. just have reduced the quantity..

6:30 am - a cup of coffee with milk, one spoon sugar only, 2 high fibre biscuits if i am hungry

8:30 am - was recommended to have a wheat bread sandwich.. but i have 2 rotis / dosas/ idlies etc.. they say to avoid coconut.. so my chutneys are pudhina, tomato etc

11:00 am - a veg salad and a glass of thin buttermilk (i end up skipping this)

1:30 pm - Lunch - 2 rotis / 1.5 cups rice.. 2varieties of vegetables and the salad if u had missed it at 11:00...

4:30pm - a cup of coffee with one spoon sugar and 2biscuits optional

6:00pm - a salad / veg soup / fruit

8:30pm - dinner.. similar to breakfast and i avoid rice at night..

10:00pm - a glass of skimmed milk or a fruit...

Recommended to include greens 3 times a week..

This diet works best with 1hour of exercise every day.. which can be just plain brisk walking.. the dietitian said "no sugar" but i stick to one spoon..

also i have not completely avoided the comfort foods.. i don't binge on them either.. i watch the intake..

in simple words eat only for hunger and not for desire..

i joined a gym to get my weight loss started.. i needed the push towards a healthier lifestyle.. else on my own i wonder if i would ever have pushed myself to it.. now HEALTH is deeply embedded in my mind.. i don't feel in-confident.. i give my best to all the workouts.. in my aerobics class there are many who are excellent and many struggling like me...

all that you have to do is "Not Give Up"...

Secret of my blog...

My blog seems to be playing hide n seek.. i just can't seem to locate it on google...

i tried very way of searching it... even included the entire blog address and searched.. guss what?? it shows my friend's blog where she has mentioned my blog...

outrageous.. according to google.. my blog does not exist...

as i again googled the reason for this.. i stumbled upon forums discussing this issue.. they said that google has not indexed my blog yet.. and it takes time..

some tricks to get blog indexed fast is to provide links on ur blog page to various sites that have relevance to the subject...

so writing a blog is just not enough... there has to be the right amount of other spices in it to make it more appealing even for a search engine to acknowledge it...

hope to land in google search soon.. or in a final desperate attempt i may end up using the trick suggested by sangeetha

my goof ups - fashion suicide..

For starters i got my hair coloured... now it is reddish brown and does nothing flattering to my face.. rather makes me look older... i wanted to try hair colouring.. but didnt expect the result to be so RED... can't say if this will be my last experiment with hair colour... but maybe i'd rather prefer streaks the next time around..

goof up 2 is with clothes... these days i have dressed up, stepped out and gone all the way to work.. and then when i see my reflection in the restroom mirror... i am left feeling awkward.. somewhere i have goofed up again...

goof 3 is my hairstyle... its flying into my face a lot these days.. some days i part it on the side, which makes a more squarish face and looks bad on me.. sometimes i pull it back and again goof up... and with my current experimental No-Oil policy.. it has become a hair-in-the-face week...

goof 4 the eyeliner drawings... as i try to dress up my eyes, i get carried away.. and thats how i end up with poor eye makeup... i do not line my eyes properly and leave a gap that looks odd.. sometimes my unsteady hands gives me a different eye shape altogether.. at times two very different eyes...

goof 5.. nothing much to think of here.. guess 4 were the major goofs.. as i end up looking worse in my attempts to look better.. my entire effort maybe the GRAND GOOD UP..

looking good naturally is good.. but some experiments are always fun... hopefully my R&D yields the desired results.. and on the record i'd like to say that i have learned a few lessons:

1. if the dress does not feel comfortable.. it is not.. so change it

2. for glowing skin u can simply apply a pack of besan (kadala maavu).. mis it wit milk and apply.. wash off when dry...

3. a natural scrub for the face is available.. u can coarsely grind green gram and use it for washing ur face.. u can also use it for the body.. makes the skin smooth.. mixing Kasturi manjal is also good... the goodness of manjal(turmeric) also penetrates ur skin and this variety does not cause yellow colouring...

4. get good rest and quality sleep.. it keeps you fresh and that will reflect on your face...

right now i am waiting for my hair colouring to fade out.. hoping it happens fast.. but it being permanent i wonder how much longer... till then i will have to live with my goof ups..

Green is the colour of Prosperity...

Getting straight to the point.. i was traveling past a newly made park this morning.. it was busy.. so many people on the sidewalk enjoying the new green space in their locality... but the eyesore was the litter strewn all over..

i am not an Environmentalist.. but i respect nature and i do not litter.. it was absolutely shameful to see what had become of it.. and this shoddy treatment is not isolated to only this park..

As a child i have traveled across the Chetpet bridge many times.. it overlooks a marsh.. in between the water, stands a lone tree.. i used to claim it as my island.. even today it brings the memories of my taking ownership of it.. it always lasts the half minute ride across..

i wonder what memories the sight of the Cooum may bring to the older citizens of our city.. it is a well known fact that it had crystal clear water.. and today it is pure drainage..

a particular type of flower.. blooms outside my house every April.. it is known as Konna Poo (Golden Shower).. beautiful delicate yellow flowers hanging down like a bunch of grapes.. its scientific name is a little funny though.."Cassia fistula".. the point is.. the flower is an essential part of the Vishu celebrations every April.. and it is during that period, it is in full bloom..

as it is highly sought after at that time.. hawkers mint profits selling them with Zero cost.. source.. the tree outside my house.. in a rather barbaric fashion they break and bruise the tree in their attempt to get as many flowers possible.. even if they are high up in the branches.. does it not remind u of the story of the boy and the tree??

very recently, a fire raged in a ecologically sensitive marshland.. no one seemed to realise the importance of the damage caused...

the solution?? so many model states and nations have set precedents to the preservation and cleanliness of their environment.. every Indian easily quotes the example of Singapore.. but is it not easier to follow the routine we follow in our homes??? i don't think people throw the garbage inside their bedrooms, nor do they piss on their walls.. a little sense of responsibility and a good administration is the only way out..

till the day any reforms happen.. we can each continue doing whatever little we can.. after all Mother Nature is not called so, just like that...

The art of conversation

It was lunch hour and was supposed to be like it had been on any other day... my company for lunch was the audit coordinator.. poor fellow.. he gets tossed around between the management and the auditors...

i did not feel like eating a silent meal.. and didnt want to discuss the boring news on tv there.. and so i asked him whether he listens to music... that conversation opener led to a lively and fun lunch all the way..

I love to talk.. its so fun choosing the right words to express urself.. especially when u r having a fun argument..

there was once an English lesson where the narrator explains that u can open a conversation with a stranger by talking about the climate.. these days with sun frying our brains.. wonder who would be pleased to talk abt the climate... but surely they would talk.. the heat, the sweat, Ranjini's de-hydration and the 3 for 2 AC deal...

the intention of the lunch conversation was to spend the minutes of munching in a relaxed manner.. no work related topics.. as it turned out we did not differ much in the music we preferred... wonder how it would have turned out if we had different tastes... even then.. music always makes a good conversational topic.. definitely everyone would have something to say about it...

as lunch was drawing to its natural end.. the topic shifted to food.. a foodie gorging seafood on tv caused the change...that lead me to share a story of my little trip to a sea shore sea food hotel...and so on and so forth till we left the area..

keeping mum is good.. but a little talking is great.. now my audit coordinator is a dost... that makes my work far more easy...

conversation helps..the more natural it is, the more effective.. conversation connects people... conversation is the purpose Language was found...

Wish to improve...

i am begining today's work by first writing a blog..

yesterday my husband told me that i needed to write something intelligent... my sister said that it was well written yet lacked a punch... it sounded like a diary she said..

hmm... i write blogs cos i love to write... it is the thrill i get from putting together words in sequence that makes sense...

it also serves as a time capsule for me..cos when i return to my blogs days / years later, i read my blogs and wonder how did i manage to write them...


as for the intelligent writing... dono how to do that.. i am a very humourus writer.. i have read the blogs of chutneycase and she is really a gifted writer... u will never fail to laugh reading her posts...

my friend Sangeetha is again a very regular blogger... wonder how she finds something fresh to blog about from her everyday life... nothing much seems to happen in mine...

as u can see.. there is no real point in this blog either.. just my thoughts out loud on why i can't seem to write blogs that are worth the while..

as i try to find my style and foothold in the world of blogging.. i can only try and keep writing.. and someday i maybe able to dish out the intelligent and interesting blogs...

how cool...

thats what i wanted people to say when they sawmy email id.. or for that matter even my blog page...

it all started when i wanted to create my very first mail id... i had seen a girl i knew use an interesting id.. oruvayaadi... so catchy... i was hooked.. i wanted something that funky.. prob was couldn't think of one..

i could have used a good nickname if i had one.. but "blade ganga".. no way.. and definitely not what my mom calls me...or in fact what my sister calls me...

numerology was discovered for e-mail.. face it.. ganga_123.. one of the many alternatives.. ganga1983 will help u calculate my age.. ganga16 will leave u quizzing whether i am sweet 16... but it is so uncool to have 007 to ur id.. i dont like that.. where is the individuality people...

it is also funny when people add a "foru" to their id.. gangaforu.. yuck..

the mysterious ones avoid their name completely..like my fav "oliveoyl" or "aqua21".. lets see.. a cartoon character that i can compare myself to..hmm.. hmm...i love garfield..but its not my style...and the other option..libra16.. too many funny jokes in my mind already..

with all this mumbo jumbo behind it.. the moment of truth had come.. i needed an id.. and i couldnt get the one with just my name.. contrary to MY popular belief, there are many people names Ganga..and even GangaB is common.. so had to think of something original and quick...

so here is it people.. its me... itsgangahere@gmail.com... isn't that catchy?? well now its part of my identity.. and yes i am greatly dependent on gmail now.. and have not visited my ids on yahoo, rediff and even hotmail in a long long long time... long live gmail.. long live my id..

please stop!!!!

Have u ever met someone whom u just hate yet smile and pretend that u r into their conversation???

It has happened to me many times... but twice in this past two weeks.. n i would say it was irritating yet funny... in both cases it was the head accountant sucking up to the auditor(me) and it sucked big time (excuse the foul language as i was really turned off)...

I enjoy the benefits of being a girl.. u get treated nicely.. or atleast better than boys would get.. but sometimes i just cant stand the patronising.. this accountant felt it was his duty to host me to lunch.. as if i am a poor little girl who has never eaten out and i need his complimentary lunch to appease my hunger.. excuse me..

it was irritating that he literally arm wrestled me into lunch.. for a person who was trying to lose 10kilos LUNCH at HOTEL was not melodic.. it rather rang alarm bells "CALORIES CALORIES CALORIES"....

i can understand if he could not read the dis-interest in my face.. but surprised that he couldn't get the message when i had my lunch box on my table and straight refused for lunch.. yet.. i was the one who was courteous and obliged cos i didnt want to create a scene.. useless fellow.. he offered to treat me to lunch the following day.. and i had to blame it on a doctor saying he advised me off outside food...

the reaction that i got next was the icing on the cake.. with a big "OH" sound and look on his face.. the genius that he is he thought he knew why... and cast a meaningful look at my tummy... disgusting.. buffoon.. if i were pregnant i would say so instead of beating around the bush.. thank god i had to be at that audit for 3 days only.. and yes.. being the great host that he was.. he arranged a complimentary drop at my door step...

frankly i hated being treated special that day.. i refused to accept the ride.. then once again to avoid a scene i obliged.. wonder where his HOSPITALITY / GENEROSITY went when i travelled back n forth the previous few days.. and whether it went on a hike when he made me walk in the sun to go that restaurant where he was dying to treat us... OMG!!!!!

the second story is not so long..happened today.. lasted 10mins.. but equally bugging.. i mean have u met anyone who is SO PROUD cos ONLY THEY seem to have the things that others can only crave for? meet accountant no.2.. he has 2 daughters.. i was really dying to know that piece of information.. and both are CAs.. CHARTERED ACCOUNTANTS.. note the pride in his voice.. hello i am a CA too duffer...

they had articled at PWC.. ya how prestigious..sathyam goofers... he goes on associating big firm/ company names to their job profile.. i was wondering what was the point anyway.. his idea of small talk only revealed how petty he was... thank god it only lasted 10mins.. trying to act too smart..

bottom line.. u can never trust anyone who seems to lick ur shoes without warrant.. and u can never like someone whom u dont trust.. and if u r doing any of the above.. stop.. please!!!!

Lost Footwear!!!

It was fun seeing this news on TV.. kalmadi being hit by a slipper... it was the most important news item the whole day..

This guy walks from behind kalamdi in the court premises and no one notices that he is holding a slipper in his hand.. and a huge number of people were actually escorting kalmadi into the courthouse... and yet this guy had enough opportunity to mark his target.. take aim and throw his chappal with full might...

Wonder what people were doing when this was happening... cameras were running.. people were walking behind the slipper wielding attacker... and some were even just standing and watching him make his move...
Guess everyone wanted to take a swig at him but couldn’t and just let the guy have his moment and they all smiled pleased inside their minds..
But bottom-line... kalmadi got hit (or didn’t even get hit) by the chappal only once... but it has been shown on television over 10 dozen times... Kapil Thakur has upped his chances of entering the House of BIG BOSS soon..

Stuck for what to say...

SO many small small things happened last week.. but am unable to pin point and write something abt as they were not really big events... nothing much happens when u r sitting idle at home.. but here is a jist...

1. Thank you...thats what my boss said when i agreed to do an assignment for him during my long holiday... but i should have been the one saying it.. after all i am going to get good money at the end of the day...

2. Bleed Blue... too much of cricket.. i enjoyed the world cup... saw every match Team India played.. but IPL??? so soon after the WC... i am sick of it.. and yes the Rs.1Crore per head award to WC team highlighted the irony of poverty in India once again.. i hated that...

3. Indigo.. felt proud to have cast my vote.. better than any shade of nail polish ever worn.. my fore finger looks royal these days.. i was clueless whom to vote for.. did not even know who the candidates were.. waited an whole hour to exercise my franchise and it was worth it..

4.Calories.. something that i have become very conscious abt these days.. trying to stay withing the limits of my 1200 C strict chart.. not very difficult to maintain.. and seems like a very healthy way to be..

5. Sleep.. that always seems to appeal when i start to read the Agatha Christie book i had borrowed..reminds me of good old days when i used to study for exams..the books used to always bring deep sleep.. same effect... came to know that this one was a deviation from her usual style... well thank you for the sweet dreams..

Sunday actually is the begining of a new week.. looking forward to this one...

Serial BP...

I have a very normal level of Blood Pressure.. but then it rises and peaks between 8pm to 10pm on all weekdays... and i have no choice.. "Why LORD WHY????", I may question, but the answer never arrives... what arrives is the next serial...

I HATE SERIALS...

After all the whole days slogging and the tiring travel..end of the day u wish to relax.. but then u have to worry whether SELVAM will get money for sister's wedding.. Whether GANGA's problem with her husband will solve.. Whether TULASI will have the sense to see CHARU's real character.. Whether Chellama's twin will be born safely...

Kodumai... On one such days i believe my heart is going to burst...

I HATE SERIALS...

but i am forced to watch.. 3rd degree torture.. and if u listen to even a single dialogue, you would feel like pulling your hair out for the Stupidity of it all..

I end with a prayer.. "LORD SAVE ME FROM SERIALS"

Happened to see Neeya Naana discussion today and felt like writing this...

My Article Days...

Just read a blog of a friend from where i had done my articles and reading hers let me on to think about the fun side of my article days...

I never attended regular college.. so my article days and article friends are my one and only college memories and i never missed an actual campus experience becos of them..

My life as an article and as a paid assistant thereafter spanned a period of 4 years... July 2002 to Dec 2006... rich expeience.. had met so many people in that time.. my peers.. seniors and almost 3 batches of juniors...

It was purely by chance i had joined SNB.. I was blank as to where to join and heard coaching classes head recommend some student SNB's name.. cos there would be a lot of TRAVEL... That word sounded like magically spoken for me and i hopped in on the opportunity and applied.. Balki had interviewed me and i was selected... Nandu had asked if I'd be ok with meat.. Hell yeah if i am going to be traveling.. there started my journey...or at least not after a whole 9 months in the same audit...

My first outstation audit was Varkala.. beautiful locale.. had a Cold Coffee shake every day... and gained 5kilos in 15days...by the end of the audit my team lead wanted to throw me off the train... yeah he hated me so... i did do MANY newbie mistakes... but he grew rather impressed after i made a presentation at a training programe and displayed in depth knowledge of the work i had done... I was unofficial bible to reliance audit then..

My most memorable audits thereafter were CALICUT..been there 3 consecutive years.. the first trip me n my friend salted our team leads coffee... and we and few other articles in audits in Cochin, planned and made a visit to Kumarakoam... a once in a lifetime vacation.. banana boat rides and fresh toddy for the drunks and live crabs for the meat eaters..

The next time to Calicut was a team of 4.. we had a WHALE of a time.. playing.. pranks mostly.. and buying KARUVADU for a friend.. visit to Wayanadu...throwing water balloons... the best ever... we also ended up missing our return journey and travelled in without... thats an interesting story altogether.. Three of us from that team headed to another audit where the office seemed like it was underground.. left to work in a conference room by ourselves... we could only thank the gods that they did not have cameras and mikes in there... FUN FUN FUN all the way and a report with some decent points in it...

The 3rd visit was with Sangeetha, whose blog inspired to write this.. as the team leader.. i delegated all my work.. and did the royal OB.. it was fun.. (for me mostly).. visited Guruvayoor.. it was a wonderful experience.. and got one ladoo maari audit point and opathified with that...

There was also one memorable trip to Ooty and Connoor in the peak of Dec winter.. 2004.. the year when Tsunami hit.. The accounts office was warm and cosy.. and the walks to our rooms thereafter BONE CHILLING.. the wooden floors of the dining hall would creak each time u walk.. a beautiful British experience.. Oh ya we stayed in a makeshift room in the Kids play room with loads of toys...

Coorg..another beautiful experience...i had oodles of fun.. it was still very early in my artciles..feb 2004.. being young, reckless, carefree and loud... we were a total riot me n suganya.. everyone else in the 6member team were entertained by our antis thoroughly.. and yes friends for life...

its tough to put 4 amazing years into few lines.. my article days were spread with fun.. fun.. travel... exams.. exam leave... and yes a little bit of WORK..

the memories are so vivid.. and the years that have passed since seem to have vanished in thin air.. btw my connection with SNB still continues.. but then this chapter is based out of Bangalore... been there since Sep'09... More memories in the making..

Patience and Courage...

The size of the audience was huge and the speaker was yet to arrive. He was a noted spiritual guru and the people in the hall were all waiting to hear his words of wisdom. With all seats taken, the late comers had to be satisfied with standing up against the walls and many others had to stand out-side in the open braving the morning sun.

He was late.

The hours passed by and still there was no sign of him. The crowd started moving. Slowly people started moving out, mumbling unrecognisable words. By noon the crowd had dwindled to half. Only time passed and the spiritual guru was nowhere to be seen.

The sun had set and it was almost 9 o'clock. That is when a Drunk stumbled into the hall. Screaming few obscenities, he moved towards the dias. He flirted with the ladies in the front rows and overcome with intoxication, fell to the ground.

The remaining crowd too left. A handful few, faithfully waited for the guru to turn up.

The drunkard now straightened himself up. With no sign of liquor in his blood, he walked briskly to the mike. It was the spiritual guru himself.

He addressed the now seated group and said "The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter."

(By Paulo Coehlo in Veronika decides to Die)

In every step in life, from the day i read these words i have understood and applied them consciously... and i know that this is one lesson for life

Dreams...

Her eyes were moving fast as she lay sprawled on her bed dreaming. The linen was soft, columns in olive running up and down, white vines twisted around and lilac blossoms opening here and there. The golden rays of the morning sun were slowly filling the room through the sheer curtained windows. The lights reflected a golden yellow on the big mirror that stood at the opposite end and lit up the room with tender care. The calm reflected off the blue green walls and in the centre of it all lay the figure, asleep yet restless and dreaming.

Ever since Pooja had moved into her new apartment she had been blessed with a slew of dreams. Every morning, she would wake from some crazy dream or the other and she would lay awake wondering what they meant. Though they were always pleasant, she would always end up feeling lonely at the end of them. She had selected the flat for the panoramic view, the peace and calm it promised and the guarantee that she would be able to enjoy it all alone. Work had made her move out of her parents' home five years ago and to her own surprise she adapted to her independent life very soon. Taking care of herself, cooking, bills and laundry gave her the fulfillment and the same reflected in the confidence with which she moved ahead at work. Till date she never had to regret any of her choices and knew well that she had not missed anything that was worth her life. She had never felt lonely in life before and that recurring feeling now disturbed her.

The packing and shifting had been tiring and the dreams were making her feel worse, so she decided to take a break and head home. She hoped that the change would help her relax.

Home had not changed much since she had left, except for her room that looked a little deserted despite being spotless. She had surprised her parents by her sudden arrival, and they were left wondering why she had turned up at their doorstep after having invited them over for a stay at her new flat. They knew her well enough to not point out the obvious and chose to just display the joy of having her at home again.

Home had never appealed to her this much ever before, it surprised her as to how much she had missed it. Slowly she unwound in the magic of her sacred space, her now antique dressing table, her closet still carrying some of her favourite clothes and the little music player with some of the CDs she had left behind. It felt like rewind, somehow that felt strange, strange because she had visited home many times since moving and this was the first time she had felt this desperation to return home.

She could work from home, that was a boon. Her boss and co-workers were some of her closest friends and they would stretch to any limits to accommodate her. With a reduced work load and a lot of free time, all she wanted to do was unwind. She sat out on the balcony and wondered what was so special here. Both were busy cities, Chennai and Bangalore, not very different, maybe Bangalore was more young and hip, she had a lot of company there and could do the very same things she did here, sometimes even more and better. Yet she wondered.

The lazy afternoons dragged her to her closet, she hadn't touched her old stuff since ages and suddenly for lack of anything else felt the curiosity to explore its treasures. The things you could accumulate during your lifetime amused her, well not a lifetime but definitely a lot had been accumulated in the 20 odd years she had spent collecting them. Faded memories resurfaced as she flipped through her college autographs and school group pictures. Some old clippings from papers of her favourite stars, few peacock feathers, old pencils gifted by her grandfather that she had preserved in his memory. Nostalgia flooded over her. Then she shifted her gaze to the letters.

It had seemed to be a fun thing that time, writing letters to yourself. She had written a couple of them before feeling foolish and stashing them away. But reading them now didn't feel that foolish. There was some strange enthusiasm in those letters that she felt were now somewhere lost in her. Obviously there is a difference between being a carefree adolescent and a mature adult. Cutting short her self evaluation she continued her reading, the letters were long, detailing the few major things that had happened, the people who very nice and the ones who had to mend their ways, the few crazy things that she had done and dreams.

Dreams, she recollected, strangely the frequency had reduced since she had come home. Dreams, she read those letters again, there were many. She realised that they were the things she had wanted to do. The little doodles and sketches at the bottom of the letters, she had wanted to be a painter, she had also wanted to be a singer, a poet, a writer and even a dancer. The evidence of her ambitions lay scattered in her now messy treasure box. A little mental rewind helped her remember that she had been fairly good at them, she in fact tried each and every one of them satisfactorily. Feeling a little proud, she collected her artifacts and packed the box again.

That evening she spent her time piecing together the puzzle that had been her favourite all those years back and still continued to engross her as much. Images of her summer holidays with her friends playing hopscotch, hide and seek, snake and ladder, business relayed on her mind. 'Pleasant memories', she recalled. The stroll through her quiet neighbourhood, the long chats with her parents, hot samosas in the evening, her display of culinary expertise, marathon television, a family visit to the temple and all those small things she had been familiar while growing up, filled her days and nights.

Her generous friends were missing her now, her benevolent boss was becoming impatient, work was work. She had known all along that this was only a holiday and cannot be her daily way of life, after all she had chosen her line of work. The holiday had rejuvenated her and she had never realised that she had needed one.

The time had come to return to routine or life as it had been. But then she realised, life had been the same all along, only she had changed. She had forgotten the simple things in life that were a part of her. She had forgotten that 'growing up' is a continuous process and doesn't mean leaving everything and moving on. Rather it is treasuring your experiences inside like in her little treasure box. They would always be with her.

The olive bed welcomed her, and she felt happy to curl up into its warmth. She had missed her soft bed, the sheer curtains, the blue green walls and everything about her new flat. The sun was yet to set, but she was already fast asleep and everything was now filled in peace.

Golden rays filled the room, the figure was still sprawled across in bed, the eyes were moving rapidly, she was dreaming again. This time she looked peaceful, a smile on her lips, a serenity prevailed on her face. She slowly opened her eyes to the yellow rays, he had been talking to her, eye to eye, something sweet, something innocent, something that had her blushing and her heart racing. With dream filled eyes she planted her feet to the ground, she liked this feeling, awaking to the feel of LOVE.

Sick of Romance...

Since I am enjoying a long leave and have a lot of time on hands, i decided to just do some reading. The unending book supply from a nearby library kept feeding my hunger.

I prefer reading the stories that offer a bit of mystery/suspense in them. Not too emotional and not too scary. I enjoy a good mystery. I also enjoy a Love story here and there, but again I don't want something too emotional and too often.

The category of books i avoid are the serious ones, cause i am looking for some entertainment here. And the ones i wished i had avoided were the Romantic Suspense Genre. I agree that the suspense gives me a kick, but the romance?

I had recently picked an author's book and found it contained 4 stories in them. I should have realised it earlier, but it was too late. They were Mills and Boons style. Heavily loaded with romance and lightly sprinkled with suspense. It was not repulsive but plain repetitive. And when i was finished with it, i swore never to read anything like that for a long time, it had been like an overdose.

I had picked a few books of Sandra Brown and Nicholas Sparks, different writing styles. While reading Sandra Brown, the promise for a good thriller suspense is well fulfilled. It contains a healthy dose of romance in it that keeps the story moving. The intelligent and hurt heroine who gets wooed by the perfect brooding stranger of a hero appealed to my senses. Surely i feel like i want to read more of her works.

On the other hand, Mr.Sparks leaves you with a lasting impression that goes beyond the book itself. His style leaves you with the impression that you have just seen a die hard Romantic classic, his narration gives a cinematic experience. My favourite would be "Message in a Bottle". It tugged the strings of my heart and brought tears to my eyes. Definitely worth a read.

As a final note, I had earlier blogged my need to read "Veronika decides to die". I managed to buy the book but could never bring myself to read it. It stayed idle in my shelf for over 8months. Finally when i read it, i realised that I had found it at the most apt moment of my life. It was more than a novel as the words in it had deeper meaning and a lot more to understand from. More about it later.

It was a Season!!

I used to blog crazily, writing many stories and less of any kind of blogs. And then everything stopped.

I used to read regularly, books that i had mentioned of. And that too stopped. Ironically after I purchased the book that i much longed for.

What happened? Good question, for which i am left wondering for an answer. Guess Big Boss 4 kept me occupied. But there was something that had caught my fancy and kept me hooked all through right from October.

Don't wonder too much, it is my brand new IPOD.

Yeah!!! i celebrated seeing that magnificent piece of technology once i got it out of the gift wrap. It was a birthday present from the sister. Though not very IT savy, i just loved such stuff and was just too happy to be the proud owner of one.

The ipod kept me busy in many ways. Not just with me meddling with it, but also struggling with it. We never read manuals, do we? Well i didn't and slowly explored the gizmo in my hand. Putting together the songs on the play list was one task and once achieved had fun all throughout. Then came the headache, VIDEOS.

The idea of seeing a movie on the go was so high, that i desperately wanted to see them on my ipod. But try as i might it just wouldn't recognise videos. After so many googles i managed to solve the problem and successfuly watched a film.

But all this sweetness was short lived. It was an iOS update that i got a prompt for. I immediately okay-ed it. The downloading hours were long and finally it was done. But now it was Updating time.Updating and Restoring my IPOD. Update was successful and what about Restore?That was the villian in my story. My ipod went dead.

I struggled to set it right and read all the MANUALS too. Finally i decided to get help, from their customer support line.

I had recently seen a funny call centre video and i almost cracked up laughing when a "Harold" answered my call. It was an american accent with an Indian touch. As a voice kept laughing inside my head, the dead ipod brought back sanity. Finally after explaining all that i had done to him, he gave me the solution. "Dump your laptop and try using a desktop"

Well it did work (an 8hour mission) and now my ipod is hale and healthy. As i listen to songs on it everyday, or play games or read my e-books, i only wonder and dread about the next iOS update and how i would live through another such harrowing experience.

The Walls of This House...

Sindu liked doing things on her own and had always asked for help only as a last resort. With that resolve backing her, she could not bring herself to ask help to set right her new home. It had been a quick decision that left no time to catch a breath. A plum offer from the company landed on her doorstep a day after her interview. Swiftly a plan of action of shifting to a new city was made. The head rush in planning all these things in a short time gave her a high that she enjoyed thoroughly. But today while unpacking, she slowly began to realize that fatigue is a big dampener of spirits. As she picked up her phone to call home, she really wished that her mom had been nearby making her hot crisp dosas.

With only half work done, she slumped on the mattress, now unfurled and quickly drifted off to sleep without realizing that all lights were still on. It was close to 4am, she was breathing hard, a strange feeling, it was not a dream but still the uneasiness did not seem to cease, she struggled to break free and open her eyes. When she opened her eyes, it was well past 8o’clock. She figured that she had been too stressed out for a peaceful night. Breakfast at a hotel nearby and the strong coffee prepared her for further unpacking blues.

The house had been easy to find, all she had to do was to dial for a real estate agent (broker) in that area and the lease agreement was ready for signature as soon as she arrived. She had boiled milk as is customary once u enter a new house and shared the same with her neighbours. A neat way of getting to know people around you, she felt. A very chatty neighbor, Prema aunty had filled her in all about the residents in the neighbourhood. The juiciest bit was about the couple who had previously rented her house. It seemed the wife was having an extra-marital affair and the husband had grown suspicious. One fine day the lady eloped with her lover and the husband vacated the house immediately to get over the humiliation.

Strange, she felt, as she walked through her house. She pictured the woman lovingly sending off her husband to work and then immediately getting ready for her clandestine lover. The walls seemed to know so much and still remain so quiet, something that Prema aunty would never do.

That night the strange feeling returned, this time she felt trapped behind the walls. Staying at home all day was taking its toll, she thought. She stepped out for her shopping and after complete shopping exhaustion she returned back home. Unpacking was nearly done and what remained was to put away her books. It was to be in a cupboard, the only piece of furniture left behind by the previous tenants. As she started cleaning the wooden furniture a brown dossier caught her eye. In the bottom draw, hidden away like a secret document, the file lay abandoned. Very genuinely she opened it up to know if she could trace the owner, but then some pictures fell down from them.

The young lady in the picture was talking to someone, the background a busy traffic scene. The next picture was similar, she was in a car and seated next to her was a man and the next was of her dining at some restaurant. She suddenly got a sense of what was coming ahead and despite being invasive of someone’s privacy she looked into the sheets of paper it held. As she had guessed it was a detective agency’s report on the ‘Cheating wife’. It turned out that there seemed to be nothing to indicate that an affair was on, the lady had genuinely met people during normal course of her work and none of them seemed to constitute what one would call as an affair. The clandestine lover did not exist.

This night was destined for dreams, dreams about the woman whose husband suspected her. The discomfort returned as her dream continued in which the husband and wife were arguing. He was waving the brown file at her and screaming something that she couldn’t understand clearly. Suddenly he was dressed like superman and held the wooden cupboard above his head and looked at her with angry, demented eyes.

A new day had dawned and she had to visit her HR that day. She had abandoned the book-shelving operation earlier and resumed to do that in the time that remained at hand. The dream replayed itself in her mind and the sight of the airborne cupboard gave her a shiver. It was something she had to try now, whether she could lift it up or atleast make it move an inch. It was going to be a test of her might and after much pushing and nudging the stubborn cupboard finally gave way. But what it revealed startled her, a hidden door.

The ambulance siren was louder than the police van’s. The mystery door had prompted her call for help. As all the people crowded her doorway, Prema aunty rushed over with excitement written all over her face. She froze still as she saw the panicked look on Sindu’s face and the nearly lifeless body on the stretcher. A young woman, starved and dehydrated, discovered barely alive in the room behind the door.

The entire story emerged, the over suspicious husband, not convinced even by the detective’s report, plotted a punishment for his wife. One fine day, he tied her up and shut her in the little store room and blocked the door with his favourite furniture and made away saying that she had eloped.

As the dust settled on the day, Sindhu could only wonder how it had all come to be. She had held the hand of the figure she had discovered and felt a knowing grip, she felt as if the lady had whispered “thank you” into her ears. She tried to figure out her strange dreams and lay wondering how she rightly moved the cupboard and managed to rescue a woman abandoned there for almost 3weeks.

That night she dreamt of herself lying asleep. She saw the cupboard, the hidden door and then the woman behind it. Her lips were moving like she was chanting something. She could hear the words now "Help me". Suddenly her sleeping figure started dreaming and the strange uneasiness set in to her again. But this time it felt distant and unconnected, like it was happening only in the dream.

After a restless night she knew she had to visit the woman at the hospital for some consolation. Standing close to the bed, she held the frail hand and just watched. The fingers closed around her hand slowly and the woman opened her eyes. She expected her to say something and maybe clear all her doubts. Just then the woman, with a frail smile, said to her “I knew you would find me”.

Zoro and Moro....

Moro: Hey Zoro what r u doing??
Zoro: Finding out which is East.

M: what for?
Z: need to face east for combing my hair dude!

M: Right!! but why??
Z: Source of Light

M: what abt that tube light there????


M: So where are you going?
Z; C'mon u know u shudn't ask that when i am going out.

M: Hey are u little red riding hood and me a wolf???


M: Aaaaachooo!!!
Z: Shit man... did u do that on purpose? I cant leave now without a drink of water!!

M: Hey I am one who sneezed...and i need some water cos my heart stopped for a split second.

a little while later

M: Hey Zoro u back so fast..what happened??
Z: totally jinxed day dude... a black cat crossed my path..

M: So????
Z: had to turn back home...

M: Zoro what would you do if a black panther had crossed your path??
Z: Run back home as fast as possible.

M: Right so you sure it was only a cat and not a panther?

He is called ME...

I am no elder, but i am no younger. Recently i met a nephew of mine and being a 6 year old he was being typical of his age.

I was meeting him for the first time, at least after he has grown up and because of lack of familiarity he was shy to talk. But that apart the attention and respect he displayed that day was exemplary.

With pun intended i have to say, he Prostrated in front of the TV and was all ears and eyes to the Computer games he was playing.

But he was a cute one at it, and I have no complaints. But just felt i had to joke about it some place and just make note of the priorities when you are a kid. Even I was like that.

Oh ya, I was treated to a very warm hug and a very sweet "Thank you very much" at the end of the day. That sealed the deal fair and square.

And yes according to him, his teacher calls him ME. And he was just kidding.

The Garfield Way!!!

More on Italian cuisine...

The style of cooking on which i have no clue about. Ans here we head to a new restaurant in Jayanagar, Bangalore that serves Indian and Italian delicacies. I decided to try Italian once again but the menu made my head spin.

I had no idea what the difference was between macaroni and pasta and why is spaghetti not called noodles. So I ask for a suggestion and the name Lasagna pops up.

For all those who have read Garfield, Lasagna is his staple food and that bit of familiarity helped me make my choice. Layers of lasagna filled with vegetables in between.

In the meanwhile the Indian food had been delivered. It was yummy too, i tasted the curries actually. And with the long wait coming to an end, the Lasagna was served. The waiter asked "Do you want me to cut it?" and half confused and half surprised i asked him to do so. Cause when you don't know, you let the other person lead.

So i got down to it with my fork. It was delicious. Layers of Lasagna with vegetables in between. Chili flakes, Cheese and lots of cheese. And the best of all, BROCCOLI.

I have heard a lot about broccoli, on TV of course, and i lived to realise the true horror of it. The strong taste it has nearly knocked me off. Surely eating broccoli is a punishment for kids world over.

It was supposed to be a meal for one, but then the heavy cheese made me full even when i was not even past half the piece served. It tasted very good, but then it was too much for me. Finally i gave up and put down my cutlery, defeated and tired.

The next morning i had a hangover of sorts, cause i was sleepier than usual.

In the end I still would recommend Lasagna for all. But just be sure to ensure that some 2-3 of you are hogging at it and that you can handle broccoli.

Oh by the way the restaurant is JALPAAN.