I felt special too...

This was a convo between Tudu and I. A day i was cranky or probably..ah something! Now i think that was the cutest Tuds could get, (she is a genuine meanie and a sweetheart)


"Kavitha Varadarajan:  ur ignoring me beyond acceptable limits 


Tulasi D : hhahahha!3:50:15 PM

?

 3:50:16 PM

?

 3:50:19 PM

?

im baby3:50:22 PM

?

i u3:50:23 PM

 3:50:35 PM
Kavitha Varadarajan...wow3:51:00 PM

i feel special all of a sudden3:51:07 PM

 3:51:09 PM
Tulasi D : u are!! u r my my koyal jaisi kavi3:51:28 PM
Kavitha Var...geee..3:51:39 PM
Tulasi D : now ppl will start saying kavi jaisi koyal..wen they the bird3:51:50 PM"

To Sir, with PLEASE

As a part of the service industry, being with the "support" team comes as an integral part. Most of us here are either aware of this team or are a part of this team. Now why am I talking about this team at all. 

Point 1: I was in a support team myself. A short stint in a project, where i was an L3 support (now L3 was just to boost my ego per name).I used to get tickets about the issues the users faced and had to resolve those technical faults and call them back to check if it was working fine. The Biblical verse used in any support team is "If you cant solve the problem dump in on the head of another team". Literally that's what used to happen. The call would just pass hands, like passing the parcel game and fatefully might just come back to you. Grrr.... 

Point 2: Another thing about being here would be the talking part. You would be catering the end customer. So, your are expected to behave in the nicest possible way. You know like "Please restart your system" kind. And that weird accent. My team mates, ALL of them spoke in a way that would confuse any man who knew ABC.So, forget the native English speakers. I always thought they sounded constipated and no matter how hard they tried it wouldn't "come out" well. If you know what i mean (wicked smile). Infact, now that I'm out of the support team, I have to make calls to those poor souls with my problems, and I want to tell you all about a short convo I had with a woman named Gee-tta (Indian version should sound something like Geetha) 

K: Hi, Good Morning! I'm K calling from Bangalore. 

G: Hey K! Good Maarning! (Imagine morning with an obnoxious twang) 

K:  My account has been locked out, could this pls be unlocked 

G:  Could you pls hold on K, let me check you ACYYOUNT. (Yes, it just sounded the way i wrote. and in case you r doubtful about what word it should have been, its account) 

K: Uhhh-Huuhhh.... 

G: Hey K, I've successfully unlocked. Could you pls try? (What was the failure quotient in unlocking an account???!!!) 

K: Cool! Thanks, it works fine. 

G: Cheers, bubye! (Cheers over what? A Long Island???) 

I somehow do not understand why we end up sounding like servants. Out to please.  Oh, and that reminds me of another conversation that I dont think I can forget. This was between an English man and K. 

K: Hi I'm K calling from ABC Team, I noticed that you had a problem with your XYZ Application. 

Man: Your are WHO calling from ABC Team. (K wonders how does this matter) 

K: I'm K calling from ABC Team. 

Man: Sorry, come again. Or better, Pls spell it. (K is clearly getting bugged) 

K: Right. Its K. You know the letter K. 

Man: Ah. I know a certain man named Vishnu from India. (K wonders again, how does this matter) 

K: Oh! Cool. So, your application XYZ. Does it... 

Man: Oh, i never really had much of a trouble after logging the ticket. Thanks ... err, can you repeat your name again??... 

K: Its K. Bye. ( *Beep Beep Beep* ) 


 So, that's how it works. For all that so called money the employees are paid, I think we deserve bonus just to go through this humiliation. At certain times I really wish life didn't work this simple. You know, like now, you could yell at the customer care person for some silly reason. I mean before 10/15 years when this was not really there, this same man would have waited forever for this problem to have sorted out. Irony, BSNL still follows the old system and I think, that's good. Just to hurt the customers ego. 

Matrimonial Woes...

Who in their right sense would try to find a spouse from a site that asks u to pay and register. Errr...how about everyone i know out here. Apart form those "lucky" ones doing/in a love marriage, most of us here r humiliated beyond extent. Maybe they even need to start a section called marriage-hunt-abuse like child abuse/marriage-abuse or whatever legal abuses exist in this planet. Imagine standing for those porn image like pictures u need to take to out up in that profile just so that the person at the other end along with his family just rip u inch by inch. Such a marvellous thing right! 

I dont know why I'm made to go through this torture of looking at random men in tamil matrimony. Although Tulu would say that I spent considerable amount of time in that site this saturday morning, it was just to...errr...pass time (pls, understand that everyone has their own crazy moment). I hate rejecting people because they dont look good/are short. But yes, I do. I think its just to prove my point that I'm a human :D I also hate it when the guys cant smile in their pictures. What does it take to smile? Bad teeth?? Or when they say things like "Have maintained excellent academic records throughout". I know this is close to being an interview, but NO I dont care how u "maintained" ur academic records.  How do u get that nerve to write stuffs like that, esp in something like a matrimonial profile?? And to think that my father sent that link to me. But, oh well! I cant blame him completely can I. I dont think he has the vaguest idea of getting me hitched with an illiterate. So, it might matter to him. But, yeah there r better ways to prove that u studied well. Like a two hundred thousand dollars for an annual income. That's how u prove MISTER!!!! 

For the past 6/7 odd months they r "looking" for guy for me as well. Oh, yes, u pity me dont u! I pity myself as well. I have reasoned one million times as to why i dont need to be married now, but yes evidently it was all thrashed and mocked and reasoned even better by my parents. So, i have agreed that sure, if so many people have been doing this, I can as well! (but do i want to...errr...lets leave that to later). So, lets go to the initial days when this stunt of "looking" started. I actually feared a situation like this, what if the guy comes along soon and im forced to marry!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! Evidently freaked out. But as time went by, and after talking to 2 odd people, i realized its nothing that happens within the blink of an eye-lid. Infact it might take the longest time. HURRAH! I dont have to be worried about anything. Except maybe accept the fact that appa wont let me pursue my higher education just as yet. But well, I dont have to marry, and thats a good sign. 

But, it comes with a price tag. I'm made to look at random men and I wonder if he's the one who'll eat the Sambhar i cook post 30 years as well. Ewww, what a thing to imagine.(Ok, kidding!! I have done that just, errr...couple of times). All these times, the process I follow, if i have to look at the person is, I read through the profile and slide my screen towards Tulu and get her feedback as well. Just to confirm my fear she'll be like. "welll .. NAAAAHHHH!!!"/ "WOAH! he's awesome" (and i'll nod my head vigorously)/ "hmm....he's atleast tall"/ "KAVI!!! this is an arranged marriage what do u expect!". I think it's time i accept her point. But wait, we r talking about life and living. Why would i want to live with the opposite pole person? Paul just told the other day that arrange-marriages happen just because men from the upper society/those who  r unbelivably/bearably bad couldnt find a girl for themselves. So they r sold based on their job credentials/dad's credentials. 


But thinking about Paul's point, I think Im the first person who needs this kind of match making. How else do they expect to see legal grand children???? So, i think i agree with nature's conspiracy

This one...ok, does not have a name. Random Ramble probably :)

Its been long. But then, i just noticed that i have started off with this line so many times in my poor little blog. At times I wonder why do I bother punching my keyboard so much to do this blog. I mean, its not like anyone actually misses me in this part of the world (wide web). I mean, i know for a fact that people dont "accidentally" stumble into my blog/read unless i send a mailer (talk about being dirt-cheap)/unless i have my knife on their throat! Yeah. So, lets chuck the part of "been long". 

So, apart from all that I'm bugged with life. I'm bugged that I have no-work @ office. Yes, I really am bugged about it. I mean, these days, everyone has that look on their face when u say ur a s/w engineer. "Oh, poor girl, she must be working till mid-night and still get back to work at dawn". But, yes, they should also learn and accept this new fact of being jobless-still-getting-paid-and STILL-in-a-project phase in a s/w engg's life.Yes, I'm truly jobless to the very word. I read Princess Diaries/Blogs/Sleep in the doctors room (I'm glad that head-ache still shows no other symptoms and is easily fake-able). Come on its not easy to fake tooth-ache (esp when u love eating!!), u'd have to stop eating and watch others munching on!! That's a traumatic situation. So, yeah, getting back to my joblessness, i have nothing to do all day.I still work in TCS to use their free gym and meet my friends and u know, generally to spend some time with myself. But looks like I'm getting too much time with myself. 

So, in the midst of all of this. I started getting irritated with myself. I realized I'm wasting my time, and u know how i combatted that situation--> By solving Fourier Series and MICA papers and doing essays for applying in Teach for India. Talk about being aimless. I dont know why i had this thirst to solve and learn Fourier Series all over again. I cant imagine the heights I'd have gotten had i felt this in college. Or wait, I think i know to what height I'd have gotten. I'd still be in TCS writing this. Yes! So, thank god i didn't have this urge then and now. I get to spend time usefully atleast!! Who wouldn't be proud of me, willingly trying to learn Mathematics. Then, coming to MICA paper. They were good. I just had to revisit some formula's in Maths and Physics and I knew I could crack them. (yes, I'm beyond optimistic) And then comes my last option. Writing the essay for Teach for India. I got this from Jags, who I know will turn out to be the greatest social-reformer and greatest-alcoholic known in our times. No offense Jags.Yes, I also know deep inside that you will start that tea shop in Himalayas even without my input. (Not that u asked me or anything....nevertheless) as u talk about Political Science to Pesticides to Energy from the Earth to Teaching Children to Making the most wonderful Paneer curry and sipping ur Whiskey. Yes, I'm already proud of u :) 

And, on a serious note, I think I finally know what I want in life. I want to teach. I dont know what to teach, but yes, I want to teach. I want to give what I know. I just realized that the happiest moments was when someone understood something i tried to teach them. I felt so nice, I felt I gave a part of me to them. And yes, the invisible hand patted my shoulder. So, I'm considering the switch seriously, which explains the attempt @ Teach for India. They are quite an organization. They have asked for a 2 year commitment, wherein we will need to stay at a rural place in India and teach a class and well, essentially be held responsible for those children. WOW! Talk about challenge! And when they do awesome I get to say, "that's my child who wrote that beautiful poem" WOW! The thought just chilled my spine and gave me goose-bumps :) 

I just got to know that Eat Pray Love is released. The movie I have been waiting for is released and I never knew! Heinous crime! AND it's Ms. Roberts in the movie!! I must watch the movie. But yes a spoiler is that, I loved the book. I had a motion picture running when i was reading. And, well, yeah, that's the biggest apprehension.Anyway I'm someone who paid 250 bucks for Dil Bole Hadippa. Hence.... 

There's another thing which i just observed right now. All of us in the ODC just rush like people who have never seen anything to eat, when some random guy gets sweets. Yes, it could be out of love, but i suspect that it's fear. Fear that the sweet box will be emptied within flash of an eye. Anyway, i ran too. Ok, i waited for full 5 mins, and noticed that the crowd was comparatively less and then RAN!! "Fuck, is any shit left??!!". Yes, that's what i thought. Hehehe, some ego stab anyway! It helps. Its not nice if you always try to prove hard that ur the most perfect one out there, when infact you r close to being as desperate as the manager  (for that sweet ie).I also went to the loo, just because my posterior feared the situation of being paralyzed. Lord, where am i! Why am i doing this. But well, what else do i do? And how else will I write this post if i were doing That and not This :) 

Smiles and hugs (esp when u see someone like who i saw ;) ) 

Shantaram

I wonder if Depp ever googles himself??If so, I have a  tiny suggestion for him.. "Indian girls who blog about Depp" or rather "Kalpathy girls+Blog+Depp" (Smile! Wink!Smile!Wink!).

Ever since I heard that Depp is the protagonist in Shantaram my imagination has been in  overdrive.Depp is going to be in India for its shoot!!And, I'm banking on Tulu's and my combined star effect for our paths to cross that of Depp somewhere in Bangalore (WOW!WOW!Please God!!).BUTTT, considering the fact that there are only a million pretty Veelas here, Depp is probably not going to spare us a second glance.We stand a better position if the location were shifted to Palakkad, preferably the heritage village "KALPATHY"(all smilessss!).Possibly the script of the movie might involve Shantaram hiding out for a while disguised as a Tambram Iyer.In that case wouldnt they need two siren maami's clad in Kancheevaram Silk with Kanakambaram in their well oiled hair???? Ofcourse, his name has to be sliiightly modified from just Shantaram to Shantaraman Venkatachalam Krishnamoorthy Subramaniam. He would  have the Poonool,the three lines of Vibhuthi on his forehead and arms, with red Kadukkan gleaming from his ears,a gold Navaratna ring clubbed with Rudraksham maala  and be clad in Soman.To complete the look, lets get him Paragon Hawai Slippers for his lotus feet.

The first ( and only )scene would be Tulu and I walking down Kalpathy street swinging the braided ends of our hair.We will pass Depp on the the street and he will give us a passing glance and look away,but then, the glint of my mookuthi will catch his eye and he will be compelled to look again!But  being the delicate flower that I am, I will blush,look down and make semi-circles in the sand with my toe.At that moment the Deeparadhna will begin,and the bells will start ringing in the Kalpathy Siva Temple. DING DING DING!! And, to my love struck eyes he will appear as Karnan from Mahabharatam replete with Kavaja Kundalam.

The shoot ends with Appa inviting Depp for a "tumbler" of Filter Coffee.:)

P.S: Depp, If you do read this,am just a call away to translate whatever I have written here :)

Was it me or was it him?

Just when I thought I had called it a day!Something utterly hilarious!A cockroach and I got scared of each-other and tried running in the opposite direction.And,poor thing,I suppose it was even more petrified,because it just somersaulted when it was on the escape route!

I dont know why am I even penning this down,or, maybe i do know.It was for the sheer humor of that moment,which I thought might just get lost in memory!

Me encanta mi vida!

I have been having some great time offlate! Somehow,everything seems to fall right in place.Work (or the lack of it is not a happy thing to put up with ) is going in a wrong wrong way.Although,I'am in something which is challenging and just great luck to work on with, it still hasn't started! So, am slightly disappointed from the work front.


Lets forget disappointments for atleast a while!They anyway tag along every other time. So, yeah, otherwise ey!Life otherwise, am getting better by the day at dance, and falling in love with it!I never knew I had the nerve to take up a dance class.Come to think of it, this is my first class of anything for which i had a secret passion! And,Mrudula is , simply fabulous! She just inspired my thought. She's a CA,who worked with KMPG for over half a decade and left the dreary job and went to UK for learning dance! OMG! This sounds like another version of one of my most most sought after and loved book-EAT,PRAY,LOVE. Plus, there is hip-hop in plan, urrrmm...some meaty thing in my plate finally!


The last week has been a wikipedia week for me.I didnt have ANYTHING to do.I mean it.So, what I ended up doing was reading random articles in wikipedia,and,amazingly I just got hooked to it.I read about George Orwell,Emperor Constantine(i still think we knew each other!),Oxfam,World War-2,Rome,Woody Allen,Barcelona(its just for the movie Vicky,Christina,Barcelona),Antoni Gaudi,La Sagrada Familia...and so on. Some topics were just too intriguing! To read the thought process of certain people and about the background and environment they made certain decisions,how they lived,how they died, its somehow enchanting! I still have so much more to go!And,just for this, just just this one thing, i wudnt mind no work :D


Another thing that developed was,I'am thinking of weekend workshop in writing and photography.Its high time, i start pursuing and satisfy my thirst :) I came across this novelist/author/play-write: Vijay Nair.Looks good, but yes, I need to read some of his to know him and what ideas he might was us to ponder.Then,another thing was this photography course.That looks, a little heavy on my pocket,atleast for now.But, seems like a great catch!The, another thing,I got back to learning Espanol! Its the dance,that movie i mentioned and the place!(the underline feature being their accent).Me encanta este idioma .Espanol,te amo!
Few passions have no reason for being there deep down.Like, for this one.I have no reason why I'am so inclined to learning this language.I'am.And that's all I know.My one dream is to hold a good convo with a native spanish person!Hurrah!So, there goes another boat sailing in my ocean!

Lethal Forbidden Fruit...

"The term "forbidden fruit" is a metaphor that describes any object of desire whose appeal is a direct result of the knowledge that it cannot or should not be obtained or something that someone may want but is forbidden to have. "




Human attraction to the forbidden fruit has started, OK, started is not the right word, as attraction to forbidden fruit is in the life and blood of man.Yeah, so they say, forbidden fruit came into action, with the Adam and Eve story.That's how we know about the origin and recorded history of this ultra delicious fruit.



Even though they depicted the fruit as a fruit in that story, all of us know that, the fruit is not limited to a shape/ a size/ a region/ a language/a sex/ a color/ a race/ a time/ living or non-living or..whatever more! So, we gather that the forbidden fruit is simply ageless and is not bound by a physical realm.



What really makes the forbidden fruit so very fascinating is the very fact of uncertainty. You just cant be sure that you will get it ,rather posses it. It might be someone else's or something that you are quite certain that you cant achieve either! So, what do u end up doing? U end up imagining how will it be if YOU actually get the forbidden fruit! You fantasize basically. Those bits of fantasies just make you crave for it all the more. One example of my forbidden fruit is a home by the beach. Nothing big or luxurious.Nevertheless, a place by the sea. And, maybe you would just say, what's the big deal! Make that money and get that house done/buy it. But, yeah, both you and I know, its something which will not really happen, unless I have the big bucks. You know, it might happen when its a couples of houses that I own.But, what after that? After getting that home done, its no more a "F.F". The home that I planned is a reality, and wouldn't be my sole passion. Then I find another "F.F".



Similarly so many of us have such F.F's. This whole idea of forbidden fruit was introduced into topic of convo by Sandyp.When we were talking, he ends up saying its women who basically lust after forbidden fruits.WHICH I COMPLETELY DISAGREE. Its not something to stick to gender, for that matter human at all! The cat tries to drink milk from the vessel in the kitchen, owner finds cat in action. and PHATTAAAKK! That's what happens when u are behind one! Either you are forced to face the reality that NO way, your going to have it, or just dream about it and come to that state wherein you know, NOPE its not meant for me or third case, the best of them all. Dream about them,and be happy to get them at the dreams!


 
P.S:No,not Harley-Davidson , nor that house by the beach, nor my Tea shop at Himalayas, nor Banderas/Clooney either, nor my tattoo!

Vicious!

I'm in what is called the Service Industry.We provide solutions and service for our clients.Solutions that could range from web-page designs, to complex coding, to data-management, designs, and finally to support. The common thing about all of it is that they are all customer oriented.Customer a.k.a GOD.If you are to fall on his feet and kiss it, do it! His words make the final call.I got into service support last year, my first project that is, and my job was to fix up troubles on servers and printers and call up the affected person and ask them if it worked fine.They would either confirm or deny the solution,and if they are happy about it, I end up getting a letter of appreciation, which adds value when my rating is done.So, what we had to focus was to simply please the person at the other end,and make sure he's walking on cake. And also make sure its nothing less that Chocolate Fantasy.


This whole thing of "customer", is just there in every other field now.Its more of making them happy so that you get appreciation in the form of money.So, ultimately, its pretty much like licking the shoe.Sadly, its not a better call even if you dont have to communicate with the client like what I had to. You still have his deadlines,you have his goals which you should complete, and again, lick his shoes, if its not! So, its a bunch of people who think they work for a king.But, the irony here is that, he, (i mean MY king) has to get along with some more people and satisfy his King! He gets his deadlines, which inturn becomes our deadline.So, at the end of it, its a bloody vicious circle! But, whose king am I? Yes, am the King at shopping centers,at hotels, at gaming zones.Where, my power is money. I say, no, "I dont like the collection you've got."" I dont like the colors you've got".I think WOW! this shopping is worth every penny! We, just go on and on with this! And, the sales people our service men.Just trying to convince us that its worth the price tag.

And, something highly infuriating is when you hear, "Software culture is degrading our society". Most of us work for a minimum of 10-12 hours a day. (An exception is yours truly).And, the weekend when we get the 48 hours,when we can unwind,and forget about all those codes, all those deadlines, all those crappy meetings and last but not the least putting up with people who are down-right obnoxious, we end up getting week end rules.Navs and I ended up having a v.v.long convo last weekend, about the same thing.We came to understand that, land-value is going high because the number of software pro's r going high, the purses are getting fat (or so THEY think), the basic supplies are going high, the rickshaw fellow refuses to put the meter looking at our tags,the cop tries to fish in more from the purse.The worst being bus fare.The Volvo's in Bangalore are way too expensive. Or, just hold on. Which route are we talking about? Yes, the bus fare depends on the route. If the bus is towards Whitefield / Electronic City, dont wonder, just confirm that money loves the outside world and not your pocket.And, if you happen to take it along non-IT route,you just end up with that luxury with just slightly more than the ordinary bus.Slog!Slog!Slog! And,face all this! Again, slog, for some thing you didnt want in the first place.But the pull of money is greater than gravity or magnetic field. So, we think, why not this year too, make that money, and then I'll study for this, I'll do that, I'll start a business,sadly most often, never end up doing it.

Shall we dance?

It’s been the age-long fetish of learning some form of dance. Even though I tell everyone that I have not one but 2 left feet, I can’t, but from inside, deny the fact that I love dancing and am not terribly pathetic at it either. I enjoy the steps (even though I take like hours to get one turn right), I enjoy the music, and I enjoy the energy that's released!


Just when I regretted for having joined the company I work for, just when I thought my life was going garb, just when the world threatened to flip 180, EVERYTHING decided against it all those bloody feelings! The thing I silently prayed for played the magic! And, call it all but destiny! I was scheduled for my regular gymming, but, yesterday was supposed to have been a 70% sale day at Levi's so, Tulu and I planned an after work shopping session on a week-day (there is first time for everything!) BUT, I think Levi's got petrified about our plan, and changed their mind. They canceled the sale. So, I was left infuriated with no scope for gymming (as I was not equipped with my accessories), and, then, Shuba comes with the offer of Salsa, which Sandyp planned to join, and I thought WHY NOT?? It's been there, at some part of my heart and brain to learn different forms of dancing. I think it all started when Kamalanna, long long ago, inspired me to dance for Hindi music. Just go along with whatever step that comes in your mind. I used to do that for years together, and I think it’s my dreadful years of college, that turned me to the couch potato when I lost it all! And, it’s all coming back to me now! (Oh, I love Celine too!).My gymming, my much-longed-for weekends, my clothes, my reading (ok, that still has scope for improvement), my writing (to some extent), and now Salsa.

I went in the recreation room at our office,(which I thought until 5:30 P.M yesterday was used only for guys to play TT ), and there in front of me stood about 20 odd people, ready to dance in formals! Should have been a laughable situation but no! Even I was in one, so, I’m not the cynic here. Ok, so the twenty odd people and in the centre was Mrudula (the instructor). She had a great posture, she was well balanced and well framed, stood tall, and had the air of a pro-dancer. (Looked like one too!). I was mesmerized by her flow and by her foot work. Gaaaah! Will I ever get that poise and assertiveness at the same time? Let’s wait! She started off revising the previous classes Salsa, (I was hopeless for a while), and made us do that for a while, and yeah it kicked off not bad. Salsa, at least what I did yesterday was simple. It was basically just 4 steps, repeating 4 times each. One was a step forward and a step backward, then turn 70 deg. right and similarly left, then sides and then back to forward. Not bad at all! BUT, then she made us get those steps with our partners! Terrible terrible mistake! For one, my first partner was quite a pro, and for two, when he would try forward, I would try forward as well, so, we ended up hitting each others feet, and when he tried side left, I would go side right, mistake again! But, yeah, being the gentleman, he put me at ease, and gave me the time to adjust, (but yes, definitely could have cursed his stars for getting him a terrible dancer!).Then, after when she thought that we were comfortable with Salsa, she got into teaching Jive. Oh lala! That’s tougher! WHY?? Because, it’s got only turns turns and more of turns. And there are inner turns and outer turns. And it’s the guys positioning of hands that would make the lady understand which side she had to! For a while I didn’t get the understanding, but yes, Sandyp got it right, just with one mistake. To make me understand he threw in force, so invariably I’ll know it’s an outer turn! But, when I had to switch the dance partner, it ended up right; just that, I ended up pulling him outside! He was not holding me strong enough! Ok, in a while I learnt how to dance with a normal person as well! In the end, not bad at all! I was swishing, though still lacking that grace, with pride! HURRAAHH!! And then, my dream song, I have to find out who’s the singer, which movie, the lyrics, ah! all of it. It’s just a fragment that always runs in my mind and goes like this “Stay with me, take my hand, move in….” Tulu says it comes in the movie “Dance with me”, let’s see! That song came and my heart leaped with joy. I danced for the song as well. Bliss in the form of dance!

I have 8/9 more sessions to go, and, needless to say, am super-excited! Maybe it’ll be Tango and Cha-Cha which will be next. And, after it all, I plan to ask Banderas, “Shall we Dance?”

OMG!!! Am so totally and bloody in love! I have another earworm for these days! Its gotten in after MamaMia! Aaaaand the song's "Gimme gimme gimme a man". I keep and keep and keep and keep singing it forever for the whole day!! The lyrics and music and techno. Ah savvy! right for a club! Right for the wounded! Right...for. yeah, JUST DREAM! Here's the lyrics... (and i LOVE'em)

Half past twelve

And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone

How I hate to spend the evening on my own

I look aroun
Autumn winds
Blowing outside my window as
 d the room

 me so depressed to see the gloom


There's not
And it make
s a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer

somebody help me chase the shadows awa
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't
 y
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight

of the day



ovie stars



MFind the end of the rainbow,
Take me through the darkness to the break
  with a fortune to win
It's so different from the world I'm living in
Tired of T.V.


in sight


There's not a soul out there


No on
I open the window and I gaze into the night
But there's nothing there to see, no one
 e to hear my prayer

Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away


mme a man after midnight...


Gimme gimm
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

Gimme gimme g
ie gimme a man after midnight...

There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer


Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day.

P.S: And for those of you who actually read it....U HAVE TO LISTEN TO THE SONG AS WELL!

P.P.S:It's something which u'll never ever regret!

p.p.ps; Here's the link "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p6-M63HVR2g"

Somethings for 2010...

Well now that the "NEW" year has begun infact its through 2.5 weeks,(better late than never!),I have some things to do this year.And, I thought I need to put it down.But to make it work, I think it needs to be done on paper as well.Come to think of it, suppose this will be the first year,I'll be actually taking this form of what everyone calls as resolution.Resolution are what according to so many a word that's got validity just for 2 days.Day 1 being Dec 31'st - "So,tomorrow's New Year's,what are your resolutions" OR Day 2 being Jan 1'st - "So,what's the list of resolutions for the year ahead".There, it gets done with that.

But,since I'm putting this down well after about 2.5 weeks,it might actually get done.Lets see about that anyway. So,let me now get somethings down,and rate the practicality of it.

1.Do my finance-This is something which takes about few minutes of the day.Which is one thing that I start and stop within few days time.How do I get it done on a regular basis?Maybe make an excel sheet and stick it on my cupboard.I see no other way out of this, IF I plan to make my SLR a reality! And,its an easy task, so 8/10.

2.I need to regular with my marathons if i need some numbers reduced :) I have never found that moment of the morning which makes me lazy to that point wherein i skip my very very personal time.So, Apart from just thinking that its a time to get some muscles moving,how about thinking this way, its a time for me, to be just with myself.I never like companion walking!I don't get the speed I want.Its the time when am to think what I want to with no one to interrupt!Well, that's the thought , but to get this to reality as well, I need another excel! This is a task that I have done successfully in the past, so, it's not got to do with difficulty/practicality ;it's just got to sorting out with my attitude.So,another 8/10.

3.I need to be more serious about reading.Here, the reading refers to the book I've recently got for an exam.If I'm to be existing in this industry, I need to make exams and studies my partner.Which depends largely on the area.For now, I've just discovered 1 such domain.I need to be serious about it and get the exam done well and try some focusing in terms of my career.Here my ultimate motivation would be number's again.The money am paid.If I'm to enjoy the pleasure of money, I need to be steering towards something stable.So,think big,think money! And the points are,7/10

4.I need to make a reading list.But more than making a reading list, one thing that's more practical is being regular to my library.Its a wonderful place,it has lot of books out there waiting for me to read(if such a line could help).Better writing comes from extensive reading.And,reading is something which I thoroughly relish!So,considering the fact that a dream is to be a writer someday,this is an exercise which needs to be done regularly.Rating being 8/10

5.I need to resist the temptation to buy bad clothes.Now this is something that needs my attention more than so many!I have this terrible habit of buying things just as per love at first sight basis.I dont think about the quality.I have an umpteen kurta's which need serious mending and which has reached the level just after wearing once or twice.What needs to be drilled in is that,with 5/6 of such bad clothes which lays like rags after a wash,replace the money with a v.v sexy top! Which is what my wardrobe needs direly! Practicality being 6/10.

6.I need to pray more often.I don't really need to explain the reason right.The more often I pray,the less guilty i feel about things going not going the way i hoped it would.Its some great deal of solace.And ratio of  it working out,7/10.

7.I need to widen the horizon of music I listen to.I need to stop skipping when an unfamiliar song starts playing on the ipod.BECAUSE I'm the person who missed out The Beatles and Bob Marley until now and unnecessarily.It took "LOVE ME DO"  and "buffalo soldier"to slap me and make me turn my ear to them! And I felt pathetic for missing out so much.

8.I need to take more pictures more often.This is for making a good reason for the SLR.

So,that's all for now,rather that's all I can think of.My dreams for this year are not hard to do,but  needs greater perseverance!

Michelle and Beatles

"Michelle my belle",this is one song which has become my ear worm.Its the simplest and most beautiful love ballad I've got to listen ever.It amazes me as to how simple things can be listening to the song.The lyrics,the chords and Paul's voice.The other thing that amazes is that this song was composed in 1965.Call it nothing but ignorance,but I cant place something as beautiful as this song and the time it was made.But,wait isn't complexity the invention of recent times? 

Anyways,let complexity and simplicity be left to themselves and here I'm putting down the lyrics... :)

                          

Michelle, ma belle,

These are words that go together well,

my Michelle

Michelle, ma belle,

Sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble, tres bien ensemble

I love you, I love you, I love you,

that's all I want to say

Until I find a way,

I will say the only words I know you'll understand

Michelle, ma belle,

Sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble, tres bien ensemble

I need to, I need to, I need to,

I need to make you see

Oh, what you mean to me,

until I do I'm hoping you will know what I mean,

I love you

I want you, I want you, I want you,

I think you know by now

I'll get to you some how,

until I do I'm telling you so you'll understand

Michelle, ma belle,

Sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble, tres bien ensemble

And I will say the only words I know that you'll understand,

my Michelle....

The Dream....

 I'm a dreamer.I love building castles in my mind.I love imagining   things, and more often that not, those are things which are close to impossible.So, here i have one absolutely impossible dream,which i would love to see becoming reality. It was sometime during my TCS training at Bangalore that Jags told about the tea shop at Himalayas, and that's when I promised him, I'm going to be the first partner in the venture!He would be the Socrates of the place.I mean thats what his whole idea was, to talk about God and philosophy to the people coming to Himalayas.But, wait, i really think it would be but boring to just sit and contemplate about such things all the time! There needs to be something else...Fine, i'll decide the something else later, right now let me just dream how it's going to be :)

So, lets get to some designing,am yet to decide if its to be a cozy comfy brown and woods with potted plants/if it should be crazy and colorful.Maybe it could be crazy and colorful.I need those LED serial lights,and plush cushions and sofas and bean bag and place for books and wind chimes and fire place and one large Indian jhula/swing in the center and potted plants and candles and colored glass windows and a pretty garden and cane chairs outside and those pretty white fence and flowers and of all colors. Thats all the things I can imagine for now.

Its all coming back....

Here comes another year!And like so many bloggers in this site and many others, Im in for writing about it.Yup this time I'm in the laid back crowd.Am at home,with amma and appa,with my laptop and my books and my apples.Though its nothing but contentment that I can feel now,there sure is one thing which is pulling threads.And, I walked along the thread backwards,there i saw Gouri, i saw Sarath,i saw Mayur, i saw Abhay,i saw Aadhi, i saw Jaynth,.So, that was the thread all about.It was all about my friends.I missed them them..err. no.... MISS them terribly..

Right now, Im just remembering Gouri's "am hungry"/"am sleepy"/''chuppy darling".Im just thinking about Saraths paneer fingers and his devdas look on an exam morning!!!"I dont know, think i might just get 1 in this paper".Im remembering Abhay's "V for Vendetta,man! nothing comes close as that movie"/duh! i always knew it attitude/its ok Kavi its going to be allright,we are there!Im just remembering Mayur's "abbey kya hai yaar"/his whines/his guitar.Im remembering Aadhi's tsk-psk talks/her baby monkey face/her belief in that lucky bangle.Im remembering...oh hold on, we r talking about Jaynth here ey, there's only one thing i miss about him, he just does not fail to amuse anyone and everyone around him!!!His random leg breaks and hand breaks and finger breaks and one actual nose break....

Now,why am getting so bloody senti about it all was cuz of some old college pictures and a long long convo with Sarath,Mayur and Sid few hours ago.We laughed around,kept pulling each others legs and spoke about Mayur's glorious drinking days!Thats when i missed the rest of u!I wanted us to be in our fav hangout "Alankar" :P If not for the food,for just sitting there together.Its something i know is difficult to happen again,esp with gouri,jaynth and abhay in the US,aadhi and sarath in UK and mayur in Netherlands,and ofcourse, me in India! Wow!!!Couldnt get to be a better split.


Man, I want to see us together sometime!