Beyonce and Buzz ... !!!

Congratulations to Beyonce on winning 6 grammies.
I'd heard the song- Single ladies, earlier on Radio,and once she caught my attention with 6 grammies in hand,i downloaded the song.
I think she has done an amazing job with the song,but one of the paragraphs amused me. Here it is-

Don’t treat me to the things of this world
I’m not that kind of girl
Your love is what I prefer, what I deserve
Is a man that makes me, then takes me
And delivers me to a destiny, to infinity and beyond
Pull me into your arms
Say I’m the one you WANT
If you don’t, you’ll be alone
And like a ghost I’ll be gone

Only then i realised,who is her "MAN"
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BUZZ LIGHTYEAR!!!!!!!! :P

Miffed???

What do you do when you are completely feeling low,and nothing seems to be going your way?
What to do when everything is dull and slow,and nothing can brighten up your day??
When you indolently kill time,and nobody's around to cheer you???
When you have an idle mind,and interesting tasks are few????




























Tune in to Rahul dulhaniyan le jayenge,and ROFL !!!!

I have........

I have...

1 job. Thank you, God! :)

2 room mates. One mutters that she wants the street lights to be switched off at the night. No,we still havent found an appropriate remote which will do that. The other room mate loves to play with remote controlled cars! PG owner is under the illusion that there's room to squeeze in one more person. That,is a remote possibility.

3 watches. No.1 has a mind of its own and insists on resting for an hour occasionally. No.2 is crying out loudly for a new strap. No.3 got terribly bruised.

4 sweaters. One of them belonged to my brother 15 yrs ago.

5 best buddies. Known 3 of them since I was 4.

6 keys in my key bunch. I like the sound of them keys when they jingle.

7 books that are waiting to be read. Mowgli is holding them up.

8 pairs of socks. I love them all unconditionally( But the green ones are my favourite )

9 team mates. One of them snoring lightly while I'm engrossed in writing this.(I hope he doesn see this one)

10 years of crystal clear memories from the past decade. It seems like just yesterday a bunch of school girls were partying (in a very primitive context) the onset of 2000,ignoring the exams coming up on the 3rd.

Happy New Year 2010!

P.S : I know its a bit late for HNY wishes.

License to Heaven

Today happens to be "Vaikuntha Ekadashi".It only means that if you die today,you get a direct pass into heaven,irrespective of your sins.Well,what if you orchestrated your own death and made sure it occurred today? Like suicide- Does that still put you in heaven?
And i remember how the Municipality authorities had poisoned Simba,our street dog,on one of those "Vaikuntha Ekadashi" days.Lanky and off-white,he used to guard Sonu all the time.No other dogs could trouble Sonu during his walks.Simba would stalk Sonu and made sure other mongrels did not pick on him.He would even accompany us to the bus stand nearby when he had to catch a bus.He would leave only after we'd alighted the bus.For all his good deeds,he sure did land in Heaven.But another person i remember dying on "Vaikuntha Ekadashi" was Saddam Hussein.After months of trials-they decide to execute him.And what a day they picked-"Vaikuntha Ekadashi"!!!!The bugger landed straight into heaven from a spider hole! How ironic...

Please dont use the staircase for eating purpose.... :D

Please dont ask me to explain the humour embedded in the picture.
Figure it out yourself ;)

The week that was...

It was officially my first vacation.

Train travel, Benne dosas :P, Mehendi, Cousins, Nieces, One pesky nephew, Thirthalli food :P, One lethal accident, An entire night of dancing, Innumerable women in gorgeous silk sarees, Orchids all over the place, CT scans, Loads of mischief, Alarm clocks ;), The title of 'shaitaans', Adnan Sami lookalike, Negotiations, Plotting, Planning, Bargaining, Anecdotes shared, Lemons and luggages....

One of the best weeks of my life :)

Impeccable timing.....

Our lives are dappled with different phases.One such phase,is what I call the "Talk-and-youre-twisted" phase.What generally happens is,no matter what words you utter,the person at the other end will invariably be offended.Your words are contorted beyond the purpose that they were delivered for and transformed into something so toxic,it will leave you doubting your own speaking abilities.And to top it,this calamity seems to follow you around at home,work,with friends etc etc.If you are not entirely unfortunate,as you might expect yourself to be,there will usually be one or more individuals who luckily refuse to be influenced by the jinx.The usual condoling advices offered are-"Go,junk youre brain","Its your bad time yaar".
Luckily,its only a phase of life.One fine morning,you wake up to a perfect blue sky and then,at that very moment realize that nothing can go wrong from now on.And the circle of life moves on.......

P.S : Yeah,it was written on one of my bad days.....

DVV!

Almost 6 yrs after i passed out,i visited the school premises to change the address of the first bank account i ever had.The address still read 8th std,MMHS,Mysore. :D

When i was near the doorstep,i noticed the diminutive lady,clad in a cream and purple saree.I still remember that saree,the same she'd worn when she first tried to teach us Chemistry.I was doubtful whether she would even remember me.Well,the school had 6 sections each consisting of 100+ students passing out every year.Nevertheless,i approached her.

"Good morning ma'am".

"Good morning!"

She stared at me for a few moments and she told me,

"I remember you.Your face especially.But i dont remember your name".

You had to grant her the privilege of forgetting my name.Then she continued on,asking me what i was doing etc.She even told me I was looking cute. :P
Then i enquired about her health and she told me she just had a operation the previous month and they had found a tumor.Yet,there she was-standing in front of me,as enthusiastic as the first memory i have of hers.

"You're a strong woman ma'am."

"Of course! Ive had 6 operations so far.I have a lot of will power"

I guess this is what Mari's does to you.Irrespective of whether you're a teacher or a student.

Then she pointed towards a middle aged bespectacled man passing who wished her a good day.She later told me that he was also her student.
Teaching,must be one of the most satisfying jobs that one can do.

Love :)

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
-Aristotle

How often have we come across love stories? Its all over the movies,music,media....

How often have we all seen couples cuddling up in public?They prefer a secluded place where they can enjoy each other's presence oblivious to the world around them.On one of my visits to a swanky cafe,i noticed an extraordinary couple.They were not the usual ones-the fashionably dressed,reeking of perfume,who think that hanging out at such places is vital.

Yes,this couple was different.Firstly,they were middle aged. Not very old,not young either.And they were all smiles. :)
There was nothing odd that i noticed at first.Dressed in formals,the man placed the order always.The lady was clad in a simple blue sari.After sometime,i could barely hear the lady speak.I mean,common,thats very unusual.Only when i observed more closely,I could make out that the lady was communicating to the gentleman using sign language.Then it struck me-the lady could not speak.Yet,the guy did not seem to be bothered by this.The lady continued smiling animatedly and explaining things to him which plainly only he could interpret.There was something heartwarming about this couple.I hope they enjoy their life together! :)

Once upon a match

The day finally arrived when i weaned orthodox soap opera fans(Tamil,Telugu,Hindi...!!!) into watching a cricket match.
Here we are,not budging from our places,cheering like maniacs everytime the ball was in the vicinity of the boundary,cursing Shahrukh Khan who popped up often endorsing Airtel.
Tragically, it was also the day India chose to lose a match by the skin of their teeth.

DAMN!!!

Mr.DataBase and Inder ;)

Firstly,thank you very much for your response on the 'Inder' post.
On popular demand,i decided to write a sequel to it. No,I'm not posting Mr.Inder's pic.

As expected,everybody who spotted my status on gtalk read my post. Including my teammate Mr.DataBase. :P
Mr.DataBase was vexed at how much was happening right under his nose. He was more curious than any cat and went on Inder's trail. Mr.DataBase, was the Man on a mission.
Just to add salt to his bruises,me and my roommate made it a point to drop scanty clues on him.
But i always thought Mr.DataBase was a bright fella. There was one vital clue in my post which he couldve used up to end his search in seconds. But he chose to take the long and harder path.
And unfortunately for Mr.DataBase, me and my roomie were his only torchbearers.
So off we started, mainly by doing our best to piss off Mr.DataBase. And we were doing a good job. That evening while the three of us navigated our way out of office, Inder just passed us all. After 20 seconds,we dropped the bomb on Mr.DataBase and announced,

“ Hey. You know what- Inder just passed us”

Mr.DataBase froze instantly in his tracks, and declared after a moment's hesitation-

“ I'm going back and looking at every guy ! ”

Me and roomie could hardly control ourselves. If we weren't walking on the road, we might have been rolling on the floor laughing our guts out. The night concluded with Mr.DataBase extracting a vital clue about Inder.
This led him to eliminating few of the men sitting in and around me. When me and roomie carried on with our giggling conversations , he decided that he'd had enough.
Mr.DataBase decided to stroll around my cabin to spot the elusive Inder. Coincidently,as he went in search of him, Inder just passed him in the opposite direction.

When i finally disclosed this to a very annoyed Mr.DataBase 20 mins later,he was almost tearing his hair in frustration. He even accused me of creating a fictional Inder.

A close friend of Mr.DataBase's read the post and announced to him-

“ Hey,why are you worrying so much ? You're only Inder!”

“ See,you're also short. You have brains-nobody is contesting that fact,but you're anything but brawny. Everything fits.”

Mr.DataBase had reached his boiling point.

“ You can tease me directly only.....!!! ”

So we began pestering Mr.DataBase as he requested. We encouraged him to give up.
“Hey.....you're only Inder man! What else are you searching for??”

But Mr.DataBase did not give up on his quest so easily. He almost had figured out who Mr.Inder was when he took a wrong turn. He ended up on Mr.Wrong Inder's doorstep. So for the next few hrs he went about trying to convince me that Mr.Wrong Inder was only the right Mr.Inder. Only after we provided him sufficient proof did he realise that he had caught the wrong fish. Reluctantly,he had to Ctrl-Alt-Del his treasure hunt. And this time he banned us from conversing in Kannada, a language which was as familiar as Japanese to him.

P.S : This post is dedicated to Mr.Database,who complained that life was getting monotonous.

Dream "boy"!

So did you dream of a man last night?
If its a 'Yes' to that above question,then beware.
You might actually have been visited by the psychopath who's been haunting people all over the world.

~~~~S~~~~P~~~~O~~~~O~~~~K~~~~Y~~~~

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^WEIRD^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Funny! :P

Check it out for yourself! ;)

This man!

Mystery man ante... !

Books are like food.....

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested: that is, some books are to be read only in parts, others to be read, but not curiously, and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.

– Francis Bacon

Personally i can relate books that I've read to Francis Bacon's quote.
Some of the books that come to my mind when he says "...some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention" are To kill a mocking bird,Catcher in the Rye,The Kite Runner,The Great Gatsby.
And books like Catch 22,Life of Pi,The Hungry Tide come under "some books are to be read only in parts".
These,surely need to be chewed and digested(especially Catch 22-You have to read it to believe what i'm saying).
Some books,just have to be pushed down your throat.Sometimes I just finish a book only because Ive started it.I cant leave a book half-read.Books like Oh shit,not again come under the "to be swallowed " category.
And books like The Alchemist,well-You have to try it atleast once.Something like Dan Brown's thrillers.Although they may not be your cup of tea,they sure are worth tasting.

A wonderful quote,which brings together food and books-both my favourites ! :)

The Inder fan club... :)

This one's been long overdue.Much to the annoyance and amusement of people i know.. :P

So I joined the company and live in a PG.Here's one interesting story that involves both of them.My PG mate came across this dashing young man,Mr.Inder,and she couldnt stop talking about him.Mr.Inder was simply all brains and no brawn.The other PG girls spotted him in the food court and they all went gaga over him.My PG girls were practically smitten by this guy.I hadnt been affected by the epidemic,just because i had simply never seen him.
I was told that he wasnt exactly good looking-a short guy infact,but there was something mysterious about him that attracted all the girls.Days passed by and Inder-fever was still prevalent.So much that one girl made the other girl vow that she wouldnt utter his name for a week.And no,I'm not exaggerating :P

It so happened one fine day,the bad news arrived that Mr.Inder would permanently be shifting into my floor.Shattered and dissapointed,my PG girls assigned me the task of spying on him.I told em-"Wait,I dont even know how he looks like".
So I was made to look at his pics,and I was expected to recognise him.They told me he didnt exactly look like how he loooked in the pics.Hmmmmmm.....This,apparently was the best they could do to educate me about his appearence. :D

Days passed by and I was a terrible spy.Neither had i spotted him once,and nor did I have a clear picture of how the guy looked like.For all I know,he might have passed me several times and I would still may not have recognised him.And one fine afternoon,I get a call on my desk phone which displays Mr.Inder's name.I cant believe my eyes.I mean,why on earth would he call me eh?And the extension number is that of the cubicle next to mine.I pick up,and said "Hello" but by then Mr.Inder had realised that he'd dialed the wrong number.Mr.Inder,sitting right next to my cubicle,and all these days I hadnt even realised it.This was hot news and for the next 30 mins I pinged all the Inder-fever infected girls with the latest update.They couldnt believe it that I was so dumb I couldnt notice him for so many days.

Later during the day,one of my PG girls came by and started speaking out loudly so that he would notice and come and say Hi to his old floor-mate.Plainly,he was not all that intelligent as I had heard about him.All her efforts went in vain.

Over the days,I was assigned tasks each day like-

Hey,today you have to see him properly atleast once.

But the ultimate goal that they set for me was-
"Become his friend,so that you can introduce him to me,and then I can be his friend too" (read girl-friend)

;)

The days passed on,while i got more familiar with the face of my subject.I was to update the Inder fan club with his shirt and trouser colors,tell them how many times I met him,was he with any other girl... etc

Over the days,the Inder spy club expanded and more members joined it over many other locations of my company.One such spy member's recent achievement was a married woman's confession about her crush on Mr.Inder.How he got that piece of information out of that lady,I have no idea.And why she decided to divulge this very personal information,I have no idea either.I was also told that one of my PG girl's team mate also has a crush on him.It seems all the girls (married,unmarried) seem to be having a crush on him.

The nice part is,the same girl who tried desperately to catch Mr.Inder's attention the last time,managed to do so this time with no effort at all.We had a curious little (well,the guy is short after all) Mr.Inder,standing on his toes,peeping over the cubicle partitions,while we chattered on barely noticing that we were being watched.In the end,Mr.Inder finally gave her a much deserving smile.And the next thing I know is that she's blushing red,her face matching her red shirt.
Well,thats the story so far.

I simply had to write this one.I dedicate this post to the Inder fan club! I think they will love this,inspite of getting angry with me in a very sweet and loving manner.Just dont kill me,girls!!! :)

P.S : The girl in red,well,she claims she is bored of him now.

Men...!!!

Why is it that a man cannot stand a woman overtaking him??
I remember one guy in a white Indica tailing me for almost 50 kms.It was more of a silly game.I'd overtake him,then after a km or so,he'd get back in the front.
Sometimes,when i'd get late for college,even then-men cant stand it that a lady overtook him on the road.
Seriously,men and their inflated egos!!!