Strictly for my friends

Goodbye....

2006-11-21T10:58:00.000+05:30

I hate to do this. But I'm having to. I dont have a choice!

I love blogging and I have so many blog friends that I've lost count.

All of you come by and ask me where I've disappeared to. Believe me, I dont want to disappear...just have been forced to.

Demanding professional life, demanding personal life...leaves me with precious little time for my virtual life.

I dont even get time to check my mails. Yet, when I sit back and think about how I used to blog and orkut every day, I feel as if its all a distant dream!

In my last post I complained about having no time. The problem persists.

This post, I have to say goodbye. For I feel I let down all you great people out there who I have met virtually and would love to meet in real life too. I guess some things are just not to be.

So this is the final ciao. Goodbye, adios, tata, alvida!

This is me signing off.

Strictly for all my fabulous blog friends!

Busy...busy....busy!!

2006-10-15T20:21:00.001+05:30

What do you do when your life suddenly becomes so incredibly busy that you cant recognise it anymore?

You suddenly seem to have no time for your friends, no time for family and most importantly no time for yourself! Everyone asks for more and you want to give them that time, but you just dont know how!

You have the weekends, I can hear you say that! Yes, I do. But I just seem so tired with the first five days of the week, and so caught up with unfinished chores on Saturdays, that Sundays are spents 90% in bed! Wake up, eat, bath, laze around, eat, go to sleep, wake up, eat, watch TV like a lazy lump of lard and after dinner go back to sleep again!

Can you believe my week? It's been so long that I took the time to do something simply because I wanted to. Like watch a movie quietly or read that good book I've been meaning to for so long! Or even post on my blog and check other paople's blogs, replying to comments and such!

But the all-dominating factor seems to be W-O-R-K!

I dont want to crib any more, but tragic, isnt it? Any suggestions how to liven things up?

Happy Pujas!

2006-09-29T10:47:00.000+05:30

Happy Pujas everyone! It is the festive time of the year for all Bengalis. Four days of dressing up, eating out, meeting up with friends and family, romancing with that special someone and last but not the least pandal hopping to see which pandal is the most innovative and where the idol of Goddess Durga looks the most exquisite! Durga Puja is organised in every major city all over the world and wherever you are, you are you must catch up with some friends, preferably Bengali. I have never missed a single Puja in Kolkata in my twenty five years and I hope I dont even after this! Enjoy everyone!

If you want to know more about the festival click here. It's a site I found on the Net that is completely dedicated to Durga Puja.

My Song

2006-09-23T09:47:00.000+05:30

I Love this number!

White Flag Video - Dido lyrics

Dido Music Video Codes

Music Video Codes by VideoCure.com

6 weird things about me!!

2006-09-17T11:15:00.000+05:30

Im finally completing the tag that's been more than a month due now. I was tagged by Astral. So here goes, six weird things about me. Read on and you'll know just how cranky I can be!

But first, the rules!

~ You must post a blog with six weird facts or habits about yourself.
~ These cannot be used against you later on.
~ At the bottom name the six people you will tag next.
~ Leave them a comment to let them know they've been tagged and to read your blog.

Okay...so here goes!

1. I just cant go to sleep if there is the slightest sound of paper or plastic in the room. I can sleep in a rattling train, or a crowded bus, but keep a book in the room that has leaves flapping or a plastic packet that is rustling...and my sleep goes for a toss! So before I sleep, I ensure that there all the books and plastic packets in the room are kept with something heavy on top of them to stop any kind of movement.

2. I hate anyone touching my study table or my cupboard. Those are MY domains and anyone trying any funny business there pisses me off! I wont deny they are both incredibly messy and my Mom just finds it impossible to keep away from anything thats disorganised in any way. But there is no way she even makes the mistake of coming near any of those two messes. All Hell will break lose and she knows that by now. I do clean them once in a blue moon, but just about!! :)

3. I cant sleep without my dog lying half on top of me. He's a big Doberman..and he's heavy! But that's just the way it is! He cant sleep without lying on me and I cant sleep without his wet nose on my neck!

4. I need to be properly turned out all the time. Jewellery in place, clothes, shoes and bag peoperly co-ordinated. Some of my friends think that's so weird that I'm decently dressed all the time...though I just never could get what's wrong with that one!

5. Even if I am completely full...say, I've had an enormous lunch or dinner with lots of different dishes and I dont have even an inch of place left in my stomach, I can still miraculously make place in my tummy for desserts. I go to a restaurant and the first selection I look at is the desserts section. I have an incurable sweet tooth! And Im so happy about that! I've hardly ever left a restaurant without having some or the other dessert on offer.

6. Okay, get me into a shop...any shop and ask me to choose. It may be a clothes store, a grocery mart, just about selling anything. I WILL choose the item that is most expensive in the store. I need not look at the prices or even have more than a cursory glance at the item and I pick out the one with the highest price tag. Its an uncanny knack I've had since I was a kid, but that's just the way it has been!

Now its my turn to tag six people. I tag Jac, Shakhi, Maya, Velu, Ekta and Sreejith. So buck up guys...its your turn now.

After a long break

2006-09-03T13:40:00.000+05:30

I'm back after a looong hiatus! Took me some time to get adjusted to all the changes that were happening in my life!

The major change that I'm talking about is the sudden new turn my career took. I got a call from a MNC one fine day while I was at work and they offered me a job that was a dream come true!

I was stunned! I had never put my CV out and I was still relatively new to the job that I was in. In other words, I had no intentions to leave!!!

But as fate would have it...I was made an offer that I could not refuse. The profile was way better and so was the pay. The only glitch was that they had work sceduled in shifts and I was not comfortable with night shifts.

They even offered to compromise and gave me the work in day!! I just could not refuse after that! I was sent the offer letter in a day's time and asked to join the next! And I did.

Been on training for the last couple of weeks and had no access to the Net. Too tired to log on from home.

Due to the confidential nature of my work, I shall not have access to Blogger, Orkut, even mail from now on. So its weekends for me.

Looking forward to posting next week again! Till then , see you guys around!

Will definitely complete the tag next week, Astral!

Waah!!!

2006-08-18T12:27:00.000+05:30

Havent posted for a looong time. I was spending my time greiving. And I had an excellent reason.

Okay, this may sound a bit stupid, but I was grieving my dear Orkut being blocked at work. Considering the fact, that I'm sitting in front of the computer for over nine hours a day...hey...I need some entertainment too!

But that was, ofcourse, no to be!! It was too good to be true! So there went Orkut and all the chatting with other friends who were equally bekaar (that means jobless ;)! ) and bored! They even blocked the proxy sites! How mean!!!!

Siiigh!!!! Such is life!

My life has been so boring besides. There's nothing to even write about!

2006-08-07T18:22:00.000+05:30

I had the most adventurous Sunday in a long time yesterday!

I was fast asleep. It was nearly nine. My cell phone rang loud and clear and I answered groggily, "Helloo"? It was an old friend of mine from University. He was in town for about a week for a holiday and he had an "odd" favour to ask of me. I was slowly waking up. What was it that he wanted, anyway?

"I've decided to get married today. Will you please come down and sign as witness?" That was enough to jolt me out of sleep. "Whaaat? Are you kidding me?" I couldnt believe what I was hearing! He had just decided on a sudden impulse that he wanted to get married to his long standing girlfriend and I was to trudge all the way to Barrackpore(which happens to be quite a huge distance from my place) and the time for the auspicious event was given to me as "Now!"

From asleep to awake, bathed and dressed, I took all of 20 minutes! And I was on my way to the station. I had to travel half an hour by local train to get there! And I had never been on a local train in my life!! Enough to scare anyone, right?

But I am proud to say that I bravely bought a ticket, not even knowing which train I was to board and following instructions, I made it! The whole journey was an adventure of sorts for me!

Then came the actual signing, which made me nervous as hell, even though I just had to sign as witness. And then clelebratory lunch! It was all so much fun! The secrecy(he didnt inform his parents), the all new location, and seeing two people who were very much in love and so happy too!!

Even though I had to travel an hour and a half both ways to get there and back...I am so glad I did! I would do it again! Anyday!

Ghosts

2006-08-03T13:21:00.000+05:30

Today, when I came to work, there was an uproar in office. Everyone seemed to be busily copying a certain number in their phones from one another. I was curious.

Upon asking, I was informed it was a "bhoot-er number" (number of a ghost) and if I knew any better, I would take it down too! Now why, you would ask. Well, apparently, it was the number of a young girl who was killed. Her "ghost" calls random people (especially women, don't ask me why!!!) after midnight and foretells the future. "She" can even tell one accurately what happened in the past!

No mean ghost! And a knowledgeble one, at that! But wait! It does not end there! The next day, the women fall ill and subsequently, many of them die!!!! Wow! Now, that's what I call a story!

Everyone was like, "Copy it, yaar! Who knows you might be the next one!" with scared glints in their eyes. One colleague even dragged me to her desk and showed me a powerpoint presentation she had on ghost pics! I had a good laugh, I can assure you!

What's with the silly superstitions? Okay, so there might be spirits! Even ghosts! But who the hell heard of tech savvy ghosts making calls and killing people after that!? End result: Pandemonium!

I just didn't know what to say! Do I call it silly? Do I call it superstitious? Or do I call it plain and simple mob mentality? One saves it...scared...and the rest follow suit!

Hey...leave me out of this....please!!!!!! :)

I am who I am...

2006-07-24T13:35:00.000+05:30

There are many people who are ashamed of who they are and I feel weird about it.

Case to point: someone I know. She cannot speak a word of truth where anything concerning herself or her opinions are concerned. Basically, she is not a dishonest person. But the moment an opinion on any subject needs to be expressed, she goes with the majority vote or the point of view she thinks sounds "right"! Everything she says is a gross exaggeration of the truth to the extent that she has forgotten how to react to situations in a normal way. eg, if someone lends her a pen for some work, she will gush over the person as if that person had just saved her life!

I feel bad for people who feel so bogged down by what people think about them and so feel it difficult to express themselves. I am not sure whether it is insecurity, lack of self esteem or just peer pressure that makes people this way.

But I value people who have individual opinions. I value people who can think for themselves. I value people who can be independent minded.

Regret or rejoice?

2006-07-17T17:37:00.000+05:30

Long distance relationship

2006-07-10T16:38:00.000+05:30

What is a long distance relationship? Is it just a series of hardships or is it a way to test oneself and your loved one? Being the optimist that I am, at most times at least, I think a long distance relationship is a way in which two people can figure out how strong their relationship is.

There is no doubt that a lot of stress is created on both persons concerned in a long distance relationship. It is the ability to handle that stress that makes one more successful than the other. So what is the formula for a successful long distance relationship?
Commitment?
Understanding?
Empathy?
Compassion?
Trust?
Ample space?

I don't know. I am not an expert, but a shrewd guess would be a liberal dose of most of these. Yet, so many relationships fail. Is it because they do not realise these basic tenets or is it because the stress gets too much to handle? I guess the answer lies only with those few exceptional couples who make it through...they are the true survivors. I raise cheers to all those who made it through and my empathy for those who didn't.

A damn good writer

2006-06-28T13:41:00.000+05:30

I wrote a review on this great writer I have been following recently. She's Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni. A ll her books are amazingly beautiful! Have a look!

Phenomenal Woman

2006-06-19T14:14:00.000+05:30

This is a poem I came across that struck me like not many others have in a long time. It's great! Written by Maya Angelou. Read on!

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size.
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.

I'm a womanPhenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.

I'm a womanPhenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.

I'm a womanPhenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a womanPhenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,That's me.

.....Maya Angelou

An Obituary

2006-06-18T18:11:00.000+05:30

Tall, dark and handsome. That's the way my Simba would be described. Doberman by breed and an excellent watchdog for most of his ten year old life.

Simba was the heart of my family. He came as a spunky two month old and won us all over with his mischievous sparkling eyes. His over-excited scampers all over the house, his expeditions searching for something new to chew on, his enthusiastic welcomes whenever we got home will never to be repeated. His trademark was making a go for the wastepaper basket every time my Mom and Dad got back from work. It was their job to chase him around the house to get whatever it was in his mouth, before things could settle down.

Simba grew up to be this huge and handsome dog whom everyone seemed at awe of. He always walked straight and looked such a beauty when we took him for a walk that people im the street asked us why we did not take him to dog shows. We keep dogs because we love them, not to commercialise them. I have lived with dogs all my life, and so has my Dad and his Dad. And in spite of that, every single dog is special.

So was Simba. This was why it was especially tragic when we had to put him to sleep because he was suffering so much from sickness. It killed us everyday to see him lie down and get sicker, not his usual self, not being able to play with our younger dog, Max, like he used to. He barely reciprocated our efforts at healing him, neiter did he get better himself like he always did. It was terrible.

He went down like the brave dog that he was and now lies in his doggy grave, completely at peace. I will miss him a lot. Especially my Dad, with whom he shared an extra special bond.

May his soul rest in peace.

ps: This is not Simba's picture, though he looked close, only a lot more alert and handsome. I cannot seem to figure out how to get his pics from my cell phone into the computer. And I don't have any his pictures in my new pc.

Another Observation

2006-06-12T11:33:00.000+05:30

I was sitting in my usual bus coming to office. Happy in my complacency, I was looking out of the window when I heard a popular hindi number being sung in the bus accompanied by an odd clicking sound. I looked around and there was this young boy of five or six, singing his lungs out.

He looked like he hadn't taken a bath in a week and his clothes were torn and tattered. In Calcutta, beggars are a dime a dozen everywhere. And he was no exception at first look. It was then that I noticed his eyes. Large and sad. That six year old looked as if he had seen all the sorrows the world had to offer. Somewhere somehow, my heart strings were being played upon by his voice.

His voice was cracked with singing so much. He just couldnt bring himself to sing the high notes even though his efforts were sincere. And the instrument to help him keep beat were two peices of sharpened stone that he beat against each other.

I was touched by the dignity in his bearing. He did not beg. He was trying to earn his living at five. Even after he had finished singing, he went from passenger to passenger, never uttering a word, just...looking.I helped him out with a ten rupee note, even though I don't give beggars alms by principle. And yet, it seemed so inadequate. The cracked voice and the staccato rhythm of the stones seem to haunt me. And every time, I see a beggar boy now, I see his eyes.

Writer's block

2006-06-08T15:27:00.000+05:30

I have Blogger open on my computer from the morning.Ever since I got to office. I really want to write something...anything. But this writer is completely blocked!

Yeah...writer's block is bugging me from the morning. Of all the bugs you can get, this is one which makes you feel truly agitated. Restless and lost.

What do I say? "Hi...I want to write, but I don't know what?!"

I could write about the beautiful cloudy skies outside, the opressiveness of the AC inside, the boredom that is suffocating me, my loneliness that is nagging me and 'n' number of other things.

Either I cant, or I dont want to. I have no idea which.

When I started writing this post, I was euphoric that at least I'm writing about something that inspired me enough! But now I have realised that I am truly "bekaar" which is why I feel this way. And have gone to the other end of the mood spectrum! :( Plain Damn Annoying!

Such is life!

2006-06-06T15:09:00.000+05:30

God! I've been so busy the last few days that it makes me feel as if I'm in one of those ads which show a person under a huge pile of tattered files!This kind of an experience makes me feel "This is life"!

You would naturally ask why I say something like this about work, that too being a person who is naturally so lazy, my Mom screams in frustration! It just suddenly struck me that life is so full of opposites. You never know the true value of being lazy till you have the opportunity to be so busy that you don't have the time to look up. I have had my nose kept to the grindstone so much lately that I did not even have the time to read an online novel or even blog!

This is actually a complaining mail in the disguise of a Philosophical one. So don't get taken in by the title! Who on earth likes working when there is so much of work to do?! I'm the chilling kinds. A little bit of work and a loooot of chilling! Wish all offices encouraged stuff like this (sigh!). Heh heh! I know I'm beng wishy washy and "dont know which way to go" types. But tht's what I am like....Confused with a capital C!

This cartoon I found when I typed in Sleeping in Office in Google Images. I thought it was a laugh!

Cleopatra

2006-06-01T12:02:00.000+05:30

I have always had a fascination for Egypt. Since I was little, I remember studying about Egypt in History classes. Pyramids, mummies, exotic gold artifacts, hieroglyphics, papyrus and of course, Cleopatra. So you cant blame me for wanting to see the film Cleopatra which is an enactment of the phase in history that appeals to me the most. Besides I think Liz Taylor is just gorgeous!

So what do I do next? Since it is not readily available on cd or dvd, and I have no clue when they last gave it on TV, I jumped at the chance of getting it off a friend as an exchange scheme. Gone With The Wind for Cleopatra.

It's a nice relaxed Sunday and I settle down comfortably with my Pepsi and snacks to watch the movie. It starts off briliantly. Fabulous sets, excellent costumes, Rex Harrison at his manly best, exquisitely beautiful Taylor and a gripping narrative that had ambition, romance, action, sceming politics, everything.

And then the movie continues. And continues. And continues. My Pepsi has long entered and exited from my system, but the movie continues. Its dinner time and I eat in front of the computer and it still goes on and on.
End. Not of the movie. But of the day. And my patience. I have watched the movie for a good four hours(approx) and still the intrigues continue with no signs of letting up.

I can't believe I actually gave up watching the movie I was so eager to get my hand on!! I'm still wondering what happens in the end. Does she die or is she killed or what? And what happens to Mark Anthony? Guess I won't know till I get back to the film and I have no intentions of doing that. :-)

My Feudal Lord

2006-05-29T18:05:00.000+05:30

I have written a post on one of the most amazing books I have read in recent times here. Tehmina Durrani's My Feudal Lord created a huge controversy when it was published actually forcing her to flee Pakistan and take refuge in England. I am hugely impressed with the book. Do check it out. I would love to hear your comments.

Sweet Sunday

2006-05-29T16:11:00.000+05:30

I don't think I have ever valued a Sunday as much as I did this time. Till a month back, every day was a Sunday. There was no significance of a Sunday to me. It was all the same. But not anymore.

Work changed all that. Now Sunday is so so special. Thank God, He decided to rest for a day. Imagine if He was a workaholic! A lot of my friends are. They go to work even over the weekends!

Not me. Work is fine. Work is great. But I need my breaks. My Sunday involves waking up late, having a later breakfast of bacon and scrambled eggs, lazing around, maybe watching a movie, an even later lunch cooked to perfection by my Mom. Mmmmm!

Afternoon nap very very important, then maybe go out in the evening with family and friends...maybe not. Depends on the mood. But one thing you will never catch me doing on a Sunday is work!

Sunday, sweet Sunday,
Where art thou gone?
Come back to my fold,
Visit me everyday.
I'll never take you
For granted.And
I will never let you go.

That's my pathetic attempt at poetry. Don't laugh too loud! :))

Lonely

2006-05-26T10:21:00.000+05:30

I found this picture and the writing in a forward and it struck me hard. It just rung so true. There are so many of us who face this in our lives...a loved one who may have turned his face away. Not always romantic love....a friend, a relative, anyone. Someone who we have desperately wanted...someone we desperately wanted to be happy...someone we wanted to but could not express ourselves to...someone who turned his or her face away when we needed them the most. A bridge burnt when we felt ourselves to be an island.

Perseverance is the name of the game

2006-05-24T17:27:00.000+05:30

Every morning, on my way to work, I pass a park. And every day, I see a strange sight. There, in the middle of the vast field is this tiny little man, stretching and exercising away. He seems completely oblivious to everyone around him. The other people in the park, the people in the bust stop right in front of him, people in the buses and cars passing him by. All staring at him...at the unusual sight.
He catches my eye everyday and I marvel at his tenacity. Dressed in a footballer's attire, even at 9:30 in the morning, when everybody is about their business, his fellow footballers have obviously called it a day, he practices his moves and practices on. I look on fascinated from my window seat in the bus and my mind weaves stories around him.
He is the dwarf G who has been taken into the team recently. Laughed and jeered at by the rest for his short stature, he has a point to prove. G practices an extra three hours every day to make up for his disadvantage. He has to prove to the coach that his decision wasn't wrong. So come sun, rain or cold, he's out there practicing.
That story was a figment of my fascination, but there is no denying that there is something in the little guy that made me feel respect for him and his single mindedness. Hat's off to the perseverance and discipline that he embodies for me. Not many people have it, whether it is because of a disadvantage or otherwise. I wish fervently that I had even an ounce of the self will he obviously does.

Restless

2006-05-22T18:23:00.000+05:30

I feel so restless.
Like a bomb's ticking away somewhere and I'm at the end of it.
Don't know why I feel this way.
Is this what people feel when they say they feel a premonition?
It's just the oddest feeling.
And it's a feeling I dont like at all.

Which brings me to what I want right now.
I wish the bad feeling would go away.
I wish if something bad is going to happen, it gets over and done with it.
I wish I would not feel this way anymore.

Cant laugh.
Find it even difficult to smile.
Feeling so clued out.
My best friend used to call me "vagueo" when I used to space out.
Can't seem to find it in me to express myself anymore.

Want to go on a loooong drive with the rain blinding me.
Want to have a drink and numb myself.
Want to be in comforting arms that will take me away from this feeling.
Anything will do.
Just get me out of this feeling.
It's like a silken spider's web smothering me.
I want out.

New blog

2006-05-22T11:14:00.000+05:30

Some friends got together and decided to start a literary blog where we will post anything thats related to books. So check it out and feel free to comment.

Pushi

2006-05-19T16:32:00.000+05:30

I adopted a baby tiger. I named it Pushi. It's the cutest thing on the planet! Pushi sits at the bottom of my blog. She has the cutest stripes and whiskers. And the most adorable expression in her eyes! She even jumps to catch the mouse pointer and sits down to look at you with begging eyes. I'm really falling for her!

Love

2006-05-18T13:15:00.000+05:30

Everybody loves somebody sometime,
Everybody falls in love somehow,
Something your kiss just told me,
My sometime is Now.

Everybody finds somebody someplace,
There's no telling where love may appear,
Something in my heart keeps saying,
My someplace is here.

....Dean Martin

Now isn't that just so beautiful and optimistic? There's just something about jazz that is so elegant! Have a listen to the song if you can. Mmmmmm......

Office and College

2006-05-17T11:15:00.000+05:30

Why cant office be more like college and University? Imagine being able to take a leave when you want, and going to work only when there is something that really needs your attention. Leave as early as you want and come in as late. There should be no one to say anything and no one to reprimand. There's more...maybe throw in a few cheap canteens where you can sit and give endless adda over steaming cups of tea and the occasional shared ciggarette, and maybe a nap once in a while in a secluded corner with no one to disturb! Aaah....now that would be paradise! Now I'm missing J.U.! :-(

Not that I'm saying there would be no work done. Of course, there would have to be time for that too! I'm talking about when there is leisure time on hand...and in my job I seem to have plenty!

Pressure

2006-05-16T18:17:00.000+05:30

I finally got my hands on some work today. And what work it was! Feel as if my fingers will fall off any moment now. Been typing pretty much for the last 7 or 8 hours and peering into the screen. Whew! Cant beleive I complained even last week of no work! Now I'm stuck with this stuff for the rest of this week! Cant beleive I've actually been writing the same stuff in various ways over and over again all day! Thank God I studied literature! What a life!!!!!

An unjustified craving

2006-05-13T17:38:00.000+05:30

Considering the fact that I have already an uncountable number of shoes, don't you think my craving for a new shoe is totally unjustified?

But it's something I just can't help. I saw this absolutely amazing pair of kolhapuri slippers that would go fabulously with my salwar suits and I couldn't buy it! The goddam shop had a sales person who should have got a ghuter medal for being the most unco-operative lazy bum i've ever met!

Not only would he not show me other designs, he would not even give me a bigger size! That would actually involve him bending down, opening a cupboard and perusing its contents with some focus, locate the necessary item and then slip it onto my foot! Ooof...too much work!

So I ended up walking out of the shop disgusted, frustrated and completely irritated, only to end up dreaming of the shoe and thinking of ways I can go back to cooerce the gentleman concerned to show me a bigger size!

I Take back what I said

2006-05-12T15:25:00.000+05:30

I take back most of the nasty things I said about my job. And there's only one reason for that. I discovered www.gutenberg.com . I was introduced to the pleasures of online reading. Though it was really odd reading a novel on the computer, I must say, not only did it do away with my boredom, but also gave me great pleasure.

I always wanted to read Sense and Sensiblity and now I had the chance to read it, mostly uninterrupted for hours on end. Whoever came up with the idea of online libraries has earned kudos from me! I finished the novel in two days and now intend to embark on Balzac. Any suggestions which his better novels are?

I must say that this is the most ugly book cover I have seen though, and the book reads a bit like a Mills and Boon, with more twists and turns and as many cliches. A very very entertaining read indeed!

anger management

2006-05-10T10:54:00.000+05:30

I think one of the courses that should be made compulsory in every school and college is anger management. Dont be fooled by those people who seem to never get angry. They are really not dealing with their anger any better than those of us who show it. They just internalise it and put a lid on it, till one day....booom!!

And then there are those who cannot control their anger. They seem to blow their lid at the slightest provocation. Certainly very unfair to those who have to bear the brunt of it. Even if they are in a perfectly calm mood, they cant help but get angry too.Is anger the only reply to anger?Cant it be dealt with in a better way? Isnt there a solution for any of these?

There must be.The only one I can think of is anger management classes made compulsory. Very very important. One of life's lessons.

Sadness in your eyes

2006-05-09T12:48:00.001+05:30

Happiness and sadness....all relative! Where would happiness be without its brother, sadness? I have often wondered why it is when we are happy..ecstatic even, that its just a look or a word that can bring us crashing down?

A happy-go-lucky person, my life seems to revolve around the smiles I see in people's eyes. In their eyes, because a smile on someone's lips, that do not reach the eyes, holds no importance for me.

And it is this smile that I see lacking when I look at your eyes at times, even when you are smiling or laughing. Is that laugh there on those lips only to please me? Is that smile there to only fool me?

My eyes are mirrors of yours....sadness in my eyes.....and yet a strange happiness in my soul.

Sooner or later, sadness will dissipate. Happiness will shine once again...and my eyes will laugh again. I know that...I believe that....for I cannot live in eternal sadness...and I hope neither can you.

Soon....soon...soon.....

2006-05-06T16:20:00.000+05:30

My workplace is a six working day kind, with alternate saturdays off. At least that was the premise I joined on. Seems as if the next Saturday, that I was looking forward to, is a working day too, because of some off-day they got which they are making up for! That means three working saturdays one after the other! And I didnt even join when the office folk got the holiday for which they are making up! Unfair or what!!! I feel like a good Waaaaah!!!!

2006-05-06T15:49:00.000+05:30

This is what I do all day!! Whether its office or home! Its a wonder I'm beginning to feel like a geek!

2006-05-05T17:19:00.000+05:30

Work is supposed to be the antidote to leisure. Or so I thought. But imagine being in an environment where you have been employed, are getting payed and yet have absolutely nothing to do! This is what I discovered the case to be when I joined my present job. No work and still getting paid!! My friends were overjoyed for me! Wow..thats so cool! But is it? Is sitting in front of the computer for ten hours a day with nothing to do really so cool? I feel my leisure would have been far more stimulating had I got my hands on some work. Isnt that the whole reason why anyone joins work in the first place? I still remember the thrills of sneaking away from my previous workplace for a quick shopping spree in New Market, or getting a short nap in my cabin with my pen in my hand and my hand in my head. Too much leisure makes me bored. It makes me tired. It makes me sick! I wonder who wouldnt agree!

2006-05-04T10:55:00.000+05:30

hi everyone,

after asking somak what a blog was more than a year ago,now i've finally managed to create one!cant wait to interact in this new method!i must say im quite excited.not only do i get to keep in touch with everyone,but also post my thoughts and feelings.see more of everyone soon!