Tuesday, May 26, 2009

phool aur kaantein

.... somewhere in the midst of a a 11 pm 'good night' conversation...
He: haan haan.... humne bheje phool, aur mile humein kaatein
She: shukr karo nahi mile tumhe chaantein!!
Two voice signals of weird laughter rang through the sound cosmos...
He: would that mean one-liner go on your blog?
She: Why should i tell you?
(PS: readers be reminded that he doesnt get to read my blog.... i like it that way)


11.00 AM
....Tnnn tnnanann tnnnn...

She: Hello

He: Hello.... (a meek voice...) ek gadbad ho gayi hai....

She: (curious) kya hua?

He: courier aapke neighbours ko deliver ho gaya hai?

She: (taken aback) which courier? Did you send something again?
(Now, normally girls would be happy to receive couriers from their fiances but living with your parents alters the situation...)

He: ya...

She: What? Was it a packed thing or ... or flowers again?

He: ummm (scared for his life) the second one...

She: (furious) Flowers!? so, they have reached the neighbours now! With your name there? and mine too? and some love message!!?
(The situation is that we are engaged but my family decided not to make the announcement public till the marriage date is confirmed.... Now, the situation is that this info would spread like a wildfire, as it does in middle-class Delhi neighbourhoods. I give a damn to the neighbours, but my parents don't! and that was my worry.... neighbours telling my dad that "your daughter has a bf"... imagine!)

He: Yes... I gave them specific instructions to deliver it only at the specified address but...

She: They never do! and you know they never do!! It has happened before also!!... why did you do this yaar... why do you do such things..... everything is going fine, why this ruckus...

He: (silent)

She: I know its so nice of you to send me flowers but how can you do such things w.o. thinking about their consequences.
(I said to myself: "One day I tell him to be more romantic, the very next day he will send me the flowers! what an easy way to show romanticism!!! uuuurrrgghhh")

He: hmmm

She: dgsdfgdfghsdgf egsdeghsdgf

He: hmm

She: gsdfg ergsdf hrdgb edrgd gesgr

15 mins of discussions later....
She: can you pls ask that guy to collect it back from the neighbours saying that its a wrong packet...

He: ummm... ok...

1 hour and 30 calls later
He: he will collect it back

She: thnku!!! :)

10 mins later
She: the packet has been delivered by the neighbour to my mom. The courier boy was informed about this by the neighbour when he reached there to collect it. mom came back early from the office.....:(

He: oh :( :(

8.30 PM
I reach home and find a huge bouquet of roses on the table. After a lot of details and reasoning with my parents.... i was spared their fury.... I flick the mini-card from the bouquet. It says "Happy anniversary, to my financial wizard GF - love AM"

It was my turn to go "Ohh!" .... It was 19th May - we got engaged on 19 feb - It was our first quarter engagement anniversary....

I smiled to myself.... blushing at his sweetness and love... and my head hung low for not realising this since morning ( he doesnt expect me to remember dates, but this was a bit stretched, poor he! )... while I was shouting at his stupidity, i had forgotten about the flowers... :(

wonderful life..! :)

Monday, May 25, 2009

Why girls must work?

- Unless and until you are working (whether for money or for an NGO), you would never realise the value of money - and the value of time.

- As your interactions with the outside work get minimized - your 'learning' would cease. When your 'learning' ceases, your personality ceases to grow. When your personality ceases to grow, your discussions/ thoughts/ mind, ceases to grow. And when that happens you become a boring person - a boring wife makes a boring home. And you know what boring homes lead to...

- When you work, you understand so many variations of human life, "why people act the way they do", "what drives people" etc.

- If you are just sitting at home and not doing anything, people would start taking you for granted - and mostly rightly so...

- Because each human being should try to find his/ her highest potential - one would never get to know your potential till you work. If you are just sitting at home and not doing anything you are wasting your qualifications, wasting your potential - and soon you will have none...

- more often than not, a housewife starts living her life purely through the various tv protagonists- isnt that a second hand life?

- Being financially independent would hold you in a good stead, improve your persona, your mind...

Monday, May 11, 2009

Marriage and blogging

Well, first of all congrats to me for reaching my 101st post (yes, the last one was my 100th!!)...

Is marriage detrimental to the hobby called 'blogging'? So, many blogs that I used to enthusiastically follow, have died a sudden death after the authors got married.
Even worse is when people have painfully deleted or made their blogs 'private'...
So, coming back to the question, is marriage detrimental to the hobby called 'blogging'? One argument can be that blogging is a sand-bag for loners, so once a person is married, they dont need unknown audiences over the web; they have just earned the right to torture one single person with all their monologues...
Another reason can be that they no longer want to share their lives.... they don't have much that can be 'shared' anymore ;)...
Whats your take dear readers??

If - by Rudyard Kipling

Yes its a classic... and most deservingly so....

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Experience of a first time voter :)

Got up at 6.30 AM (Yes, I had a 10 AM meeting so had to rush..). Took bath. Prodded my dad to show me the way to the polling booth. Walked in. Confirmed the name of 'my candidate' (I believe in voting for 'Party', specially during Lok Sabha elections). Like a child being admitted to a new school, I was looking around for directions. From the slip counter - to the name list one- to the Madras ink one... and finally I go there press the button. Yippee!! I have voted!!

I am in my mid-20s but never got a chance to vote, there was an year's delay in getting the election I-card, then my name was missing from the rolls of the next elections, then moved to Bangalore for a 4 year stint... this year, at last I voted....

By the way, I think we should have some kind of postal ballot system; at least for students who are away from their home towns, people who have just shifted to a new place (they should have the right to vote atleast for their old constituency till they get a new one).
If I try to look around, 95% of my friends in Bangalore are not from Bangalore - so their votes are lost - another about 75% of my friends in Mumbai are not from Mumbai - their votes are lost too...
Think about the students in IITs, RECs, IIMs etc... this is the cream of the nation. But they cant vote... quoting an example, if a student happens to do her engineering and masters in another city, and happens to work there for 2 years after that.... a good 4+2+2 years of her voting go in vain.... No surprise, political parties don't care about the 'educated' youth....

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

#$%$%^ recession!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hmmm.... so my gut instinct tells me I should float my resume again. Bloody recession!! just hate it!