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How much of whining and complaining and brooding is too much? When should one feel “ OK now it’s enough” and move on to other things in life?. Lately have been brooding over small things a lot.. Oh, why was she rude? OR oh why do I have to wait for the bus so long, its not fair, ,OR an unkind word told by someone, OR when I get cheated while buying some stuff OR situations like mom asking me to help her with something when I am dead tired OR a huge chunk of work being directed to me in office because some people are on a holiday and this has to be done immediately.. Many random things like that.. Donno if lately I have started observing these things more closely and its not that big a deal OR I am very unlucky and being subjected to more of them lately.. whatever it is, I am finding it difficult to comprehend, analyze and finally let go.. I end up sitting for hours at times and feel bad about it.. and you being expected to be an agony aunt for a friend at the same time when you are so

I am tagged. To be honest I dint know what it is to be tagged, until I read a post in my friend ” flying high’s blog some time back.. Read it here . Its one the most hilarious things I have ever read and that made me like the thing “tagged”.. and now she has tagged me! for another one though. My first tag..BUT its on *cough cough* LOVE.. There lies the problem the topic.. Well denying it would be silly. So I decided to face it .. So here goes. There are some rules listed below..Iam not changing any question.. Will just do this. But I am breaking one of the rules.. I am not tagging 6 but 3.Here’s one of my very honest write ups. Hope I don’t get into trouble for this!.. RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves. RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person w

After a looong hiatus I am back..Muahaha!. Don’t u ask "so who missed you"?.People did! Like friends SG n SR.More importantly I missed my blog.. Sigh…:(..... I took a break in June...Reason- Birthday blues. Was supposed to be back soon but things got a bit messy in life and the rough times dragged on.. Anyway's all’s well that ends well. :) So here am, quite happy and glad to be back.. One more reason to be back is coz I am tagged!.. for the 1st time that too and I want to play the game, so back in business people! Missssssssssssssssssssed u moi blogyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy !!!!!

The best thing about getting drenched in the rain is that you dont have to hide your tears.

SC said excitedly “Had been to Eden gardens yesterday, to watch the kolkata knight riders match!. Wow! what a match it was!!! Shoaib was….” .”How was SRK? Is he cute? I interrupted. who wants to know what Shoaib did??.. baah!.. ”Cute I donno..But he is handsome for sure”he replied.. Aaargh! Boys have this thing for the word cute!.. Its associated with silliness and girly. But handsome? Oh ye bring it on!.. “Ok all right not cute, handsome. But how can you say that? He must have been quite far” I questioned “NO we could see him pretty well. He was near the boundary line cheering and dancing all the time” SC explained… Hmm SRK..I went back to my 1st memories of SHAH RUKH KHAN.. It must have been him in those TV serials almost 2 decades back when I was a small kid.. Though I don’t remember anything much, I do remember he was damn attractive and a lively figure inside the idiot box.. And since I was too young to designate him as cute or handsome, I let him be. But still when I looked at hi

Ok so IPL…As you know,its everywhere around you. Though Iam seeing, I am not really interested in cricket.. BUT one has no choice but to watch it since everybody else is watching it.. And also coz I cant get the remote to change the channel. So when the hype and hoopla of IPL started, I was like baaah!.. cricket ,money ,glamour!..players getting auctioned like cows!Such a waste of time,money..blah blah blah.. Ok and after all the tch tch what nonsense phase, its back to business. who is making more money was more important than how. Since I like organizing things into various categories like "list of things to do on a weekend", "list of reasons why not to do them", etc etc similarly I started paying attention to the various categories into where these "players" will be put into.. who will be in which team etc. As a bangalorean,it is expected from me to cheer the "Royal challengers"... But no no no, I donot support them...dont you start questioni

Lately I have been wishing somebody would tell me what to do.YES, what exactly I should do..Strange it may sound though. Inspite of the " I am an independent, strong, know what I want and how to get it and blah blah " girl I have always been, I am now wishing somebody would sit me down and tell me what exactly I should do.. There have been times in the recent past where I have asked myself, am I going wrong somewhere?? Am I doing something wrong? Is this the best choice? Or the right way to do it? And when I do not get clear answers from myself and I am still unsure, is when I wish I had somebody who could tell me all that!!..like a secret angel or something who would tell me what to do and when, what are the correct choices to make and tell me when and where I go wrong.. And its funny to think that when I was a kid, I used to sulk immediately when anybody would tell me what to do.. I used to think, why people, especially elders forever tell me what to do, what not to do?? as

Dear Blog, Its summer now as you know. The heat has increased and you know how charged up usually I am during this season, its my favorite season much to the horror of some people especially mom. I love summer. I like the fact I am able to do with only 5-6 hrs of sleep daily. I like the fact that I don’t feel dull or bored as I do in winters. I call winter as a pessimistic season and summer as an optimistic one. You have no choice but to be on your toes and do something to take your mind off the heat. But this year I am seriously sad. I am missing the exams and the summer holidays, which used to follow them. You know blogy, after you start working and “grow up” nobody really asks if u want a holiday, a change from your routine work. Nor have I been asking myself. But I do, I miss my summer holidays terribly.. Exams too.. I think its always good to have a dose to adrenalin rushing in the body, it keeps our mind alert and doesn’t not allow us to think of nonsense stuff, like some of the

It was a day planned for quite some time now.A reunion of sorts of our MSc friends.We were just 14 of us in that class of 2005, yet it was a herculean task of making all of them converge at the same point, same day, same time. With 2 of them brand new mom’s, a couple more newly happpily married,another few married for sometime now and bored!!, and a few more clueless spinsters including me taking time out of our supposedly busy schedules was not an easy task. But where there is will there is a way! We found that out last Saturday when almost 10 of us met up for lunch after almost 3 yrs!.. we had been meeting on and off, keeping in touch through phone and internet but never had all of us converged at the same point same time!..It was awkward at first! we dint know whom to look at while talking , with whom we were talking to and what. There was so much to ask, so much to tell, so much to comment! From how much weight had been lost and gained, to how much work and life had made us differe

This WORD deserved a post completely dedicated to it.. the word is GOOBE, which in Kannada means owl. In our day to day life we don’t really talk much about owl’s do we? But goobe is quite often used as swear word, to express your displeasure at someone or something . Similar to calling somebody a monkey or a donkey but goobe is easier and much cuter than those words. I use it very generously in my day to day activities.I use it (under my breath of course) to curse the driver of the vehicle when he honks too loudly , to the bus which comes late, or to any animate and inanimate object which irritates me through the day.. I even say “ idhondhu goobe ” to the lizard on the wall coz I feel it is staring at me or something, forgetting what I was taught in my basic biology class that goobe is a bird and lizard is a reptile. Its not just famous with me, when I was in a hostel for 3 months during my job training the word caught the fancy of most of my friends who were from other states and w

"Hey he called you a F***er fool!" i heard the low scream.. It was coming from a boy of around 8 yrs who was pointing an accusing finger towards a boy aged around 6yrs who had apparently uttered that BAD word.. The culprit had a triumphant yet scared look on his face.. and the victim at whom the word was hurled at was angry and stunned.. This was the scene i witnessed today just outside my house on my way back from work.. All these boys belong to fairly conservative middle class background in my neighbourhood. Then i heard a small voice " who is she?" it was obviously about me, the only adult to have witnessed the crime.."That's my aunty" offered my 6 yr old immediate neighbour.. Iam not even remotely related to him but the way he said "MY", kinda touched me... Did she hear? another small voice from the group, obviously about what had taken place.."i dont know" said my kiddy neighbour. Were they worried that i would tell their mothe

This is in continuation with my last post, the weird dream I had.. a few people asked me, did u really dream that?… Well nobody can see another person’s dream can they?.. its not like u can beam it on TV for people to see and believe it… wikipedia says there is no universally agreed definition for dreams… Do each of us dream different things from one another?.. I usually dream as if I am falling or walking into the exam hall after having studied for the wrong exam or somebody informs me that there is an exam and I haven’t prepared for it or the fast fwd of the day gone by, a fight, or my childhood or on very rare occasions a mixture of a few like the one I blogged about .. And are all dreams scary?? Mine most of them are.. if not scary ,at least I am quite apprehensive and confused in all of them..most of my dreams I don’t even remember what it was when I wake up.. even the dream I blogged about wasn’t funny when I was dreaming it.. only after I woke up and recalled it, that I found it

It was me and the neighbourhood I left almost 18 yrs back… I walked in to my neighbour aunty’s house.. she gives me a smile and asks “ I have made nippattu. Beka?( do u want?) Thinthiya?( will u eat?)” and without waiting for my answer she goes inside the kitchen and gives me a handful and goes on with her work.. I am stunned.. why wasn’t she surprised to see me? Where was the customary irritating dialogues old aunties always asked us when they see us after a few yrs- “ aiyyo yeshtu uddha aagidhiya?.( how tall u have become). naan nod dhaga ishte idhe!( when I saw u last u were so small)..namma manege banadaga adhu madidhe, idhu murd hakidhe,( when u had come to our house u had done this, broken that) n such embarrassing and boring questions?.. and hey how on earth is she still so young??.. I realized I was ME of 2008 while she was my neighbor aunty of 1989… she never aged? Time had stood still for her? or was I back in the past??? Not wanting to break my head over it much I started ea

There she was standing on her plump legs less than 2 feet tall trying her best to look up at me.. her kohl lined eyes were oh so beautiful and she was giving me the bestest of the toothless smile I have ever seen in my life.. I was just about to cross the road another 2 mins I would reach home… I was on my way back from office… it was at this juncture I met her with her granddad.. she was trying to take small steps in her pom pom shoes which made the cutest little sound when she wobbled around.. she had stopped to look and smile at me.. I smiled back.. “Jado ammi?” I asked her in tulu( my mother tongue) I am sure she dint understand nor did her granddad, but after that she did broaden her smile.. hey maybe she did understand!.. any baby I see I usually smile but this was the 1st baby who smiled at me first and was looking at me as though she knew me from beyond… I bent down and touched her cheeks when her granddad proudly declared “ its her 1st birthday today”… Aaawwww I melted!.. rega

Mom's birthday is coming up in this month. So I asked her " maa what do u want for your birthday this time?" She thinks for a second before declaring earnestly but firmly " I want a handsome son-in-law". Next time I am showing her a list of things i CAN actualy give her and ask her to pick ONLY from that list. SIGH! :( END of post.

Causes for my heart burns and frustration nowadays 1. Have started following MTV Roadies 5.0. Ankitha getting voted out and anmol 's happiness. Dont even want to comment about shambhavi and that punju munda who can be surprisingly willy. Love you ayaz. what are you doing there? Go home and take care of yourself. 2. Cooking can be such a stressful job. Mom i love u so much more now. Please come back soon. Mumbai isnt really nice, ye i know bangalore and we in it is the last thing in your mind right now. 3. Lose of appetite. One best thing to loose weight is to cook for yourself and try eating it. 4.The dry windy weather plaguing bangalore.It makes my skin and hair frustratingly dry. Yet a stupid pimple burts out in that dryness. 5.Getting up so early for my yoga classes. Donno how long it will take to loose my fuse over it. 6.Orkut- had enough of- hey how r u? iam doing good what about you?.. iam doing good too . end of conversation kind of friendships. 7.Following hilary - obama f

HAHAHAHA!! My boss( aka head) guffawed.. we had just come out of a boring 2 hour meeting.. no she dint find the meeting amusing or anything. Why would she or anybody? If you are asked to sit through a boring meeting right after you have had a good lunch, wouldn’t one rather sleep then?… I wanted to sleep. I was so badly trying to control myself, actually my head was dangerously bending towards the desk.. I started to do something which I hadn’t done in a loooong time.. open my book and start sketching.. this time with a pen and my diary in which i was supposed to noting down the minutes of the meeting :D Ok before I forget, my boss who is 30 yrs my senior in age and experience was looking at my sketch and laughing.. I had drawn the chairperson of that meeting who was sitting right in front of me! :D.. see the pic I started drawing seriously when I was in 4th std. When I had typhoid and was at home for 1 month.. my mother dint allow me to read( my fav of all the pastimes) or watch TV..

I learnt driving way back in my late teens when I was still in college. My parents never allowed me to ride two-wheeler, so I had to learn driving. I was a pretty good driver. A confident one. I have driven almost in all kinds of roads. In Bangalore traffic, the narrow overcrowded fast moving Mangalore – Udupi highway, or the straight 6 lane highway en route to Chennai and except a few hairpin bends, I have even driven most of the shiradi ghat route right from sakleshpura to subramanya post in the western ghats. My most favorite one till date is the 3 hr drive which I did from coimbatore to chamarajnagar near Mysore , through the ghat sections of the sathyamangala forest area..infamous for veerappan and his associates.. ofcourse veerappan was long dead, but the route though breathtaking was eerie! But around a year and a half back I had an accident. OK not that serious or anything, just the taillight of the car got broken. But more importantly my confidence was shattered.. It happened,

Fear is a strange emotion.. The fear of cockroaches, the fear of ghosts, the fear of crossing a crowded road, the fear of future, the fear of strangers, the fear of uncompleted tasks, the fear of exams, the fear of results, the fear of the darkness, and many more.. I have had my share of fears…I have always dealt with it , my way.. always facing something where the entire responsibility is on me has been relatively easy.. in the sense if I have to overcome something on my own I have done it… but at times there is nothing one can do but just wait for the fear to go away, things to become clearer or for somebody to help you over come it… that’s the most difficult task… Coz its not in my hands to do anything about it than just WAIT I am waiting….

I suffer from MPD(multiple personality disorder) ..one day some voice in my head told me to go join yoga classes.. “Huh? Yoga.. Why?” I asked… just go join and don’t ask too many questions, the voice snapped back.. Ok first step. No not hunting for yoga schools near my home..that’s 2nd step..1st step is convincing my friend SR to join me :D. i dint want to go alone!. “lets go, its supposed to be real good, not just for physical health but for mental stability too, relives stress and blah blah blah I went on.. she wasn’t convined..” early morning?” so early in the morning? So so early in the morning? :( yoga? Really? she asked…Ye ! ye! It will be wonderful, u can sleep later, u can sleep in the office , u can sleep in the bus and such similar crap I said and managed to convince her... so now the yoga classes near our homes.. a 20 yr old school.. Great! I call up and ask the timings..everything is fine for me.. but new problem, SR has problem with the location of the school and the 5.30a

Today in the HINDU newspaper, I came across this photo of a woman clinging on to her 3 ducks and crying. Before handing them over to the authorities for culling in West Bengal which is reeling under the bird flu threat. .. It may seem funny for some, but I was somehow touched.. donno why.. The fact that this woman is shedding a few tears for her pets, shows the kind of attachment she had for them… The birds in the picture seemed to know as well…maybe they would miss her too.. … A human – animal bonding… actually I thought that the birds were somehow lucky.. Here was somebody crying out for them and would be missing them.. Sometimes even humans aren ’t that lucky…

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Why didn ’t u attend the interview? Dr M asked… I,err dint like the office.. I mean the place. I mean it dint feel nice.. I said sheepishly looking down at the floor.. What do u mean? DR M asked bewildered.. I don’t know sir, I said genuinely trying to look apologetic.. he softened down, maybe he thought I would start crying.. hmm that’s alright, sometimes your intuition might be right.. he said, as he walked back into his room.. I hopped back into the lab, with a grin,- phew, convincing Dr M was so much more difficult than my parents! My dad doesn ’t even know, and my mom said, fine do as u wish! :D.. OK first the background…Dr M was the head of the biggest dept in this R& D center of a US based bio tech company. and I was working there as a consultant on a particular project.. it was not a permanent job, but the money was good(much better than what a just out of college microbiologist would get) and the exposure was great…and the situation was that the project was coming to