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!
Saturday, March 27, 2010
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!
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!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
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!
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.
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.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
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?”
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?”
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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 twelveAnd I'm watching the late show in my flat all aloneHow I hate to spend the evening on my ownI look arounAutumn windsBlowing outside my window asd the roomme so depressed to see the gloomThere's notAnd it makes a soul out thereNo one to hear my prayersomebody help me chase the shadows awaGimme gimme gimme a man after midnightWon'tyGimme gimme gimme a man after midnightof the dayovie starsMFind the end of the rainbow,Take me through the darkness to the breakwith a fortune to winIt's so different from the world I'm living inTired of T.V.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 awayin sightThere's not a soul out thereNo onGimme 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 prayermme a man after midnight...Gimme gimmGimme 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"
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