Resurrected from the ashes

In the movie 'Dhobi Ghat' aamir khan goes " To Bombay..my muse,my whore, my beloved"....interesting line ( aside from the fact that he used BOMBAY..'m surprised that Shiv Sainiks are not all up in arms)...I don't know about the first two..but yes mumbai is a beloved...not just mine...but for the millions who live in this metropolis..of the millions who have ceased to call mumbai home since forever.

For the nondescript man, wearing threadbare shirt and pants, leaning out of the 8 A.M Virar fast to the Girl opening her laptop attired in designer clothes and luboutins about to make a business presentation at the Hilton, New York...mumbaikar is the thread which binds these people together...As they say you can take a person out of mumbai etc.

You might say people who live in other city's have the same love for their city as mumbaikars do...perhaps so..lets see why me and a million others call mumbai our beloved...

The rains. Yes there is no getting away from it. The rains in this city are something else. The upper middle class, the rich can afford to romanticize the rain, for they will be cozily enclosed in their multistory apartments asking shanta-bai to " go make a cup of chai"..for the poor ( oh I am sorry socially underprivileged..is that what we are calling it these days?)its another bag of troubles all together. The mumbai rains bring out the filth and waste that forms the underbelly of this city. Still the rains are all encompassing all powerful and a great leveler.

The mumbai spirit. Its done to death. After every bomb blast, every calamity...that's what we get to hear...Its the resilience, the mumbai spirit, which keeps mumbai running. You must be f***ing kidding me. There is no spirit. The common man in mumbai is as scared as the common man in any other city. He just doesn't have the time to stand and breathe, to feel afraid because every second wasted is money lost. Still that is something uniquely mumbaiite as far as I know.

There is an energy that resonates within mumbai. Its the comfort with which they talk to each other in hindi, the way they swear at vehicles and pedestrians alike, the non stop chatter in local trains with subjects ranging from the stock market to sabji mandis to school education. Someone said if you stand in times square you can see at least one person from each country in the world pass you by. pahh I say :P...try standing at churchgate station...its an experience in itself. ( ermm try not to stand in anybody's way though..you might get pushed,shoved and even get a taste of those mumbai gaalis I referred to before :) )

And last but not the least mumbai has a special place in my heart. Its my darling,my calm place and my home.

Run

2010-07-09T14:26:00.004-04:00

She ran...her ipod in her ears....ran because it dulled out the pain...ran because it made sense....

She paused to catch her breath. Her knees where aching...It was true what they said-lack of physical activity had definitely reduced her stamina. There was a time when she was 10 when she could run a whole 20 min without pausing...but that was during games she thought...oh what wonderful games....hide and seek, relay, catch-catch...memories of warm summer evenings came flooding back to her, of noises on the playground, of the sweet scent of rose bush in the park, giggles and shouts of happiness of the teams who won the games...she sighed...she had long realised that going down memory lane was not for her...old memories slowly linked to new ones...and those were the ones she was keen to block out...

She knew pausing meant memories...so she started running again..ignoring the dull ache in her sides...

She ran past the harbour...ran past the people gawking at her sitting on benches...ran past the apartment complexes..ran past the starbucks and the cart selling road side food....until she reached the knife shop

There she paused and eyed all the knives in the window...and there it was as she saw it everyday...the knife with the dark wooden handle, gleaming as the faint rays of the evening sun fell on it...all it took would be $5 and a couple of cuts with the sharp blade to end all the miseries...she shook her head to clear herself of these thoughts....what purpose would that serve...and she set of again

She ran all the way back to her front door...when she reached she was pausing and her breath came out in short gasps.... she entered the house using her key and there HE was sitting on the couch, staring at the idiot box as usual...she ignored him and went straight to the kitchen...and had just began pouring herself a glass of water when she heard HIS voice call out to her and ask her to fetch some food from the kitchen...and there she saw it suddenly...sitting innocently in the sink...gleaming in the kitchen light...its edge almost as sharp as the one she had seen in the shopwindow....

She picked it up...thinking all the while how far she could run......

Modern girl handbook

2010-03-12T11:18:00.000-05:00

#2: Ensure u don't have a b/f-husband-bitter half dumber than you..or if he is...ermm make sure he is RICH and HANDSOME

#3: Bitchiness kills bitchiness

#4: Most boys are thrilled with the chase...the chase ends, the thrill ends...Keep 'em guessing

#5: The hotter u are..the better your life is...dont forget to put up FB pics once you are hot ;)...let all those losers who dumped you realize what they missed out on

#6: Life isin't rainbows, ponies,candy canes...accept it...the sooner the better...

#7: Your closest galfriends will be there for u always...never underestimate the power of women...NEVER....Tough love WORKS
Corollary: If you have closer guy friends More power to you...they are great too... :)

#8: Learn girl...those jimmy choos, Y'ves saint laurent and those Dior's are your friends...accessorize...accessorize....accessorize

#9: Cute puppies and rabbits you can have as pets...but kids are best admired from afar....

#10: Your career is your best friend...If you kick ass in your career...u kick ass in life gal...learn it sooner or later...but u better well damn learn it

#11: If your boss is a woman make her your mentor ( to keep away the jealousy)..and if its a guy...ermm a li'll harmless flirting never hurt anyone ;)

#12: Family counts...it does...don't get me wrong...they are your biggest strength...just develop your own ideals, be strong , don't let your family's ideals weigh you down and you'll do fine...

#13: Learn that the world doesn't revolve around you...if you are going through tough times....TOUGH LUCK....people will be there to support you...don't take it for granted...and stop wallowing in sadness...the strongest, bravest and most successful women out there have gone through hell and high water...urs is nothing compared to that

#14: DUMP ANY LOOSER...who doesn't respect you, your looks,your career or your choices...tell him ' F*** u bastard...I wasn't put on this earth to please you' ...Wear those RayBans, plug in your ipod and WALK AWAY

Corollary to above: Find a guy who loves you for exactly who you are...compromises are ok...just not too much :)

#1: Be the independent free spirit that you are...travel,learn the guitar, SHOP.....rejoice in your womanhood...Yes U Are Worth It :) ( Yea its numbered 1 for a goddamn reason... :) )

Disclaimer: Not inspired by Women's Day, other blogs, a gal having a bad day,PMS or any other modern feminist movement people might blame this on ;)

Last time... :)

2009-11-13T08:49:00.002-05:00

1) You lauhed until tears came rolling down your face

2) You had a pointless, silly but absolutely fun argument with ur friend

3) You sat next to a window seeing the rain fall down, steaming hot ginger chai and an interesting book in hand

4) Heard your most favorite song the first thing in the morning

5) Knelt down on the road and smelt a fresh flower growing

6) Gazed in the eyes of a luved one

7) Felt happy at the hearing and seeing sparrows hop around

8) Given a friend a warm hug and made them feel better about the day

9) Lain on the grass gazing up at the starry sky

10) Gazed at a soap bubble and been fascinated by the spectrum of colors.

11) Spent quality time having a conversation with family and friends and get to know...like really know whats going on in their life

~ Life is exactly what you make it...is an interesting journey...need to learn to enjoy it along the way...simple pleasures make life worth living...its better not to complicate things better left alone :) :)

My fav ads :)

2009-08-12T19:24:00.003-04:00

Yea yea....very very very obivious title no :P :D...

So what did all of us do...when we sat glued to the idiot box ...in between those F.R.I.E.N.D.S episodes, in between those India v/s Pak matches , in between those horrendous Saas-bahu serials ( * not ones that u watched...but kinda sorta had to because mummy watched :D *....really now u didnt experience that :O ...what planet are u from again???)

well we sat and looked at ads...some that make u want to throw stuff at the idiot box ( and no I dont mean 'stuff' in the league of rotten tomates...'stuff' more in the league of sledge haamers)

And then there were the other ads...Ones you like, luv whatever and remember ( oh check out youtube videos of :) ). So pliss c some of my all time fav ads:

The Close-up ad: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3xgi3F9TfWM

( used to sing this one in class....who with...almost the rest of the class obiviously :P)

The Amul ad:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tl7Lnb2ocC4&feature=PlayList&p=7D64FCC89D3E3DC6&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=36

( I have practically grown up with Amul man...and all the cheese and butters that came later...can bleedy well kiss my arse man...I am an Amul fan through and through...and also not to forget those hilarious Amul ads on the billboards.... :) )

Dhoodh Ad: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjFH6yZ8LIA&feature=PlayList&p=7D64FCC89D3E3DC6&index=34

(' Dhoodh, Dhoodh,Dhoodh piyo glassful' ...enuff said :) :) )

Jaleebe ad: If this li'll kid with his halo and his cheuberic smile saying 'jalebi' didnt pull at your hearstrings what will? : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbV5Y5KJCUs&feature=related

( did I hear u all say awwww :) )

Bajaj Aveneger Ad: The man, the machine and the mountains...classic :D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y10OJ1pNW3o

Which brings us to 'The Hamara Bajaj ad' ( both old and new) :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=34z8JYs9nKE&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCDsbD4EHr4&feature=related

Cadbury Perk ad: One of the first ads I remember the cute dimpled Preity Zinta from ( before she became the... ermm annoyance she is today :D): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iyNQr8k622c

The Hutch ad: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M43bn-wGAAQ

( I <3 the li'll pug

and there was this 'waah Sunil babu...badiya hain' ...some paint or the other...I dont remember...couldnt find a link..but completely luved the ad :)

Also none and I repeat NONE of the frikkin American ads come close to these Indian ads.

Can any of u remember some of your favs :) ??

Too much luggage

2009-07-22T15:05:00.002-04:00

" Do you need help?? "

I looked up from picking up the books that I had dropped. He was standing there smiling his cute gorgeous smile at me. My heart melted......

Ohkkk ohkk * sigh * who am I kidding...Such things dont happen to me :P...( And knowing me its most likely going to be 'A book' rather than books, strictly w.r.to academic books 'f course...If its fiction..thats a whole other story.. u couldnt even see me then . I might as well be hiding behind 20 books :) ..which would give an excuse for cute boys to help me pick them up...u see how I am going around in a circle here :D)

Nywhoo...so since I started my intern ( "wha:O? really u got an intern?people are willing to let u throught the front door of their office ??" Suprisingly yes thats the case..wat kind of work I do..now thats a whole different story :P :D ..what is it with me and digressing ...sheesh :D)

Since I started my intern, I decided to be all ladylike ( plz plz dont ROFL :)..I am trying my best :D) and decided to start carrying a 'handbag' or tote ( yea thts what I want to call it :P...'handbag' is a li'll to Indian auntyji-ish in my book :D). And no unfortunately its not a "designer label * single tear rolls down her cheek * ( Do u think acting would be a good career for me..I mean common now..I can BAWL and I mean BAWL when I dont get things that I want..but I guess that only works with Appa huh..being daddys li'll pricncess does have its advantages I guess * shrugs * :) )

So yea I started carrying a handbag to work. And being a girl, I need tons of stuff ( dont ask me what...oh all right ...i'll tell ya :))..It includes stuff like moisturizing lotions ( yea plural :P ),gum ( now I knowww guys need this as well), my purse ( handbag and purse...two verrryyy different things people..seriously now keep up with me here ) obiviously, a calculator ( yea one of 'em big,huge old ones..its easier doing calculations on that then on the one in the computer..actually I borrowed it :)), a tiffin box ( I get hungry at lunch...and contrary to what people think I dont want to become anorexic just to fit into those Joes jeans * sighs *...ohhh who am I kidding..I would do ANYTHING to fit into a pair of 'Joes' jeans....do u notice the drama here people...can u see why I think acting might be a good career ?* dodging sharp object thrown my way * :D) , tea leaves container( Yea I drink tea :P) etc etc. This pretty much doesnt leave space for the actual useful " work" related stuff like files, papers, notepads,pens ( and they allowed u to intern...why again ur thinking )...which I have to hold in my hand. And I actually hold my laptop in my hand too (" They gave u a laptop too after actually letting u in through the front door ??? " ...close those jaws people :D).

So before u can picture me as an oversized stuff carrying cart...its not all that bad ( I actually manage to look quite ladylike :D). But now can you see how much potential there is for the aforementioned 'cute-guy-helping-me-pick-up-stuff' scenario..and me gazing into his 'blue/green/grey/black/brown/purple ?? eyes...yea 'm not too picky 'bout the eye color..although purple might be taking it a bit too far)...* sighhhh*

Shocking...ermmm..Shopping tales

2009-02-27T12:19:00.003-05:00

Gucci, Prada, Jimmy Choos,Marc Jacobs...what do all these things have in common....apart from being bigggg brand names...(and I mean huge)...they are conspicuous by thier absence in my wadrobe ;)...Big deal u say...'like I have them in my wadrobe'??....I knw I kwn...'m being a snob here...but oh well....

Cut to 1987: A blue and white frock...frilleless ( thank god) , very comfy and one happy kid playing in her building ka garden (ermmm...with 2 exasperated parents looking on )...I thnk I had good dressing sense back then...coz tht was the only dress I didnt keep picking at...(in the 80's frills were the height of fashion I swear :p..and one which I disliked..like reallly really disiked :D )

Cut to 1996: When a li'll girl with pig tails finds florescent yellow pants 'where its at'
Cut to 1998: Now not so little...girls fashion sense is improving steadily...but she has a lot...and I mean a lotttt of black tshirts in her wadrobe :D

Cut to 2007/08/09 : Our dear protagonist has improved her fashion sense tremendously...with words like GAP,AE,A&F and New York and COmpany thrown in for good meaure :)

How the sudden change u ask...well money my friend is the answer ( oh tht and being in a place which has a huge mall and actually nothing much else for entertainment= to one happy girl+one maxed out card...which I am trying to repay btw :D)

yess fashion...bigg barnds...shopping..all this a girl maketh ...( see how I cleverly slid old english saying in :D )....I have been a shopping crazy nut all my life...so much so that my mom almost fainted in surprise ( this before running at me with a broomstick :P ) when she saw all my 'Umericalenthu pannina shopping' (Shopping done in the US)...many are the times I have had to give advice to 'aethetically chalenged' friends

Case in point:

Incident 1:

Me: Hey 'Honey Bee' ... ( Scresms loudly as N gets onto the bus)

N: Now why on earth would u call me tht D...and r the good old days of saying 'hello' and all gone forever :D ??

Me: No da...u have a shirt which is with stripes...yellow and black on..how how on earth..wha??? :O

N: * sighs in exasparation * ...and kinda desists wearing the shirt to school ever again (also because the whole bus heard me scream...including many of he classmates/friends...sooo :D )

however the seetie tht N is she still wears the shirt for me ( btw miss u tons N :) :) :) )

Incident 2:

Me: You need a better dressing sense...why on earth did you think those pants went with that shirt...??

G: * Sighs* and * literally begs * plz dont go off on u fashion rant again...i'll take u next time we go shopping...and he was as good as his word :)

Now which brings me to the point...I want to become a 'Personal Shopper'...wha?? u ask...I wanna shop for rich ladies at bi

g brand name stores ...and hget paid for it...imagine....pure true bliss :) :)

Cut to 2009: Girl standing outside A&F drooling t the merchandise and walking away :D ( yes recession hurts everyone ) :D

Airport tales

2008-12-24T07:43:00.002-05:00

Yea my FB status changed...from nothing to ' Divya is at JFK ,has a 12 hour wait and is a flaminggg idiot :D. ' Now why would u do that you ask...why on earth would u declare urself an idiot thus removing any doubt in the minds of people who thought otherwise :D ....nywhooo that fact aside...I was sitting (and I must say hatch some of 'em bright blue , pink or whatever colored eggs in JFK)..It mean a 12 hour wait :O....are u alright u ask....who does things like wait 12 hours for a flight u ask ...The story my dear friends...has to do with the fact that my dear darling 'University town' (for lack of a better word :D) Syracuse doesnt have a flight which arrives early enuff into JFK for me to catch the connecting fight. (and at this point ppl my mind is crashing...need tea ....must stay awake :D), so the previous night flight.

So apart from getting bored....randomly looking here and there and twiddling my thumbs what did I do...I decided to buy Internet...for 7.85$ or somesuch... (such an innovative way of making money methinks...rescue ppl form boredom... :D ) and use it I did...I pinged and pakaoed quite a few ppl on my gtalk list....and then called and ate ppls head (I apologize for any excessive jabber - jabber :) )

And well orkut,FB and gtalk failed ..what did u thnk i did...I talked with my co-passengers (c0ntrary to belief some of them actually initiated the conversation :P ...) So thts how I met a doctor whos coming to do his residency in NYC from India, a real hep chick studying Tennis in FL and who was intrested in Syr Univ (she was pretty smart and 'm sure she'll make it to some of the top tier school), a german literature student and a Japnese woman who was gonna work in the langauge institue in NYC....a common thread...all wanting to go home...some moving on successfully...some halted as the weather puts a dampner on thier plans....

In the end :

Someone falls to pieces
Sleepin all alone
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the silence
To finally drift away
Someone gets excited
In a chapel yard
Catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen
White roses on a grave

To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do

Happy holidays yall :) :)

Brilliant...who me :) ??

2008-12-19T00:00:00.005-05:00

Now that I got an award *does a little jig *...woohooo yea yea :) ... I bow to buddy (ermm bowing is a bit much..but still :P)..chalo i'll thnk him :) :)

Anywhoo I am tagged (ermm and dear readers...or ny1 who happens to accidentally wander across this blog :D...I literally did badger buddy once for not tagging me on a seperate post altogether...'m guessing the poor guy remembered those few hours..or was it days of nagging :P...and promptly tagged me for the next similar kinda tagged-post thingi :)....cheers :) :) )

The rules of the tag are: Post 5 links to 5 of your previously written posts. The posts have to relate to the 5 key words given (family, friend, yourself, your love, anything you like).So here goes:

Family: Now I wonder how I havent just outright written a post about them, Which is surprising :O considering I really do luv my whacky family (and I have the whole immediate Iyer family-thingi going on :D..thatha,paati,chittapppa and so forth :) ). SO I tght I would go ahead and write a post before this...but then thts cheating :P. So I have mentioned posts wherever there is a passing reference to one of them. Here, here, here and here

Friends: Interestingly some of the people who I am most close too,who have helped me get through the hardest of times I miss more then ever now. Anywhoo not to get depressing (it being the holidays and all and every person worth his salt and pepper seems to be all christmas carolly...strangely enuff I used to think snow would make a post card christmas...but then...not really :D....and 'm rambling again...) Here, here, and here

Yourself: Ermm not that 'm not narristic and stuff, I somehow couldnt remember if I had written many posts 'bout myself.. *need to find post 'bout self*.... *dig,dig and then some more* Here ( and it even includes a small sketch...shamless publicity as buddy puts it..me the liketh :D
) and here

Your love: There is just one . More a crush really. Happened ages ago.As many ppl have said no comments :)

Anything you like: Ahhhh my fav part.. Links to posts (ermm in this case mine obvio :P...that I feel are good) . Here goes : Heres one of 'em and yet another and perhaps more to come in the future ;)..

Cheers :)

2008-11-27T11:35:00.002-05:00

I bow my head down
I salute it 'The spirit of mumbai'

Battered over the decades,
but still resilient,
Moving on,
Like the vast ocean beyond

You might crib and gripe,
but once you come to the city,
you love it,
a love which is unique
a kinship you feel cruising through your veins
Mumbai is its people and its the people that make mumbai

I salute the people,
my people,
Mumbaikars, them of the unbreakable spirit,
who have gone through hell,
watching near and dear ones suffer

I hold my head up high
regardless of the corner of the world 'm living in
and say 'Proud to be a mumbaikar' always and forever

2008-11-10T04:05:00.002-05:00

She lifted the heavy pot of water and placed it above her head...and wiped the sweat from her brow.The summers were cruel...and carrying heavy pots of water to the big 'sethani's' house was just as much as she could take. She sighed..and picked it up...no way could she be weak...3 hungry children were waiting for her back home....

She stared out of the window,watching the raindrops gently fall on the greenery all around.It was the first day of the monsoons and the smell of mother earth was all around.She gently pushed back the small strand of hair that fell on her face and tucked it behind her ear and hugged herself. The rains always had this effect on her and made her sigh and contemplate about why things happened in life.....

She got out of the subway and rode the escalator up. She passed by shops,actually 'THE SHOP' which had the most beautiful black short minidress by Donna Karan. She sighed...and turned her head the other way and kept walking on...After all thats what we do many times ..sigh and move on ...

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She had been hired as a consultant in one of the biggest consulting firms in NYC. She just couldnt stop smiling to herself..It was a culmination of all her chilhood dreams.Sitting in that office on Times Square.Oh she knew she was getting that Donna Karan for sure now. She remembered what her mother had told her as a child 'When you get something good,its good to give back'. And well today was one of the biggest gifts in her life.She opened her web browser and went to a little known charity that had been struggling since quite sometime . It was recommended by a friend.She decided that she would donate $100 !!...

The donation mail message popped in her inbox.There was that loud pinging sound.She mometarily tore her eyes away from the raindrops outside and went to read the mail ..'Must be one of those hundred junkmails' she thought.Since the project had been stopped,she was in a dull mood and had questioned almost everything and cycisim was all she had left. SHe tucked the strand of hair back and read the mail.When she finished,her eyes glistened like two shining diamonds.A generous donation of $100 from someone in NYC had given her the much needed money to finish the long awaited project of building the well....

The next week was one of the happiest in her life.Her exhaustion was reduced to half 'coz all she needed to do now was draw water from the common well close to her backyard...and yes she had more energy to get more work done which meant more food on the table and less cries of hungry strved children...God Bless the generous owner..she thought...and satisfy all her wishes...

Meanwhile the Donna Karan dress was being delivered to her appartment ....

2008-08-12T17:06:00.000-04:00

Hmm what is freedom... I guess we each have our own perspective on this. To some people it might essentially mean the freedom to make their own choices, to others it might be to voice their opinions without any backlash of any sorts, to others still it might be not having to answer to anyone about their actions... To me freedom might just be a mix of all the above things that I just mentioned.
But u know what I found out...I guess my whole perception of freedom kinda changed after coming here...(and I still wonder why certain things tend to change with the places where we stay :D)...like when I was back home , I had a coupla restrictions that well were pretty diligently enforced by mom (like the dont stay out too late thing...and in a city like mumbai...can u beat that :D)...well when I came here , I had the choice to stay out as late as I wanted...but do u know what I found myself not doing that very often....hmmm so much for that concept of freedom(*psst: I also found out I kinda missed moms nagging...sheeeesh of all the things to miss * ...I guess a coupla months in mumbai should cure that right outta me :P)
On my trip to NYC recently (haha..see how I actually fit this in here..common I did have to show off to someone :P)..but no really...I felt exhilaratingly free...why..I dunno..don't ask...there were millions of people around me ('specially since my friends and me did the whole touristy NYC thingy).. I just felt free.... maybe I just kinda drew a parallel between mumbai and NYC (now now ppl don't snigger :D..I admit mumbai has its faults...but its one of my favoritest places in the whole wide world :) :) ) maybe that kinda set off the free spirit in me...to be in a place and devoid of rules and regulations...can be well really like a breath of fresh air....have u guys ever felt that way on going to a particular place...that feeling of freedom ? :)
(oh btw I had food at 'Saravana Bhavan,NY ' *drool drool* :D :D...and yup NYC is the fashion capital of the freakking world :) :) )

P.S: Dedicated to my friends who made that trip possible and fun: to V,AU,J,AD &G...thnks guys :) :)

R.I.P: My dear darling 'pod...shuffle which I lost there.....for the hours of music it provided and all the lonliness, long walks ,traffic jams and sadness it has gotten me through.

As a friend puts it a bittersweet journey :)

Cheers :)

2008-07-10T20:20:00.000-04:00

I dunno why I feel like this...but I feel the colors I associate with America are very different from those I associate with India(What a random topic u think :P...yea its been a looong time since I wrote ppl so randomness is bound to be a part of the next few postings at least ;) )
Nyways getting back to my point...lemme tell u what I am about to ramble on about....to me America represents colors like grey, white ,black...orderly, determined, planned.

On the other hand I really do associate India with a riot of colours. Yellow, brown, reds, purples, greens, goldens, silver, white too (but very different from the whites of America).... huh !! u say...how the heck can white be a different color in 2 places u say...has this gal lost her senses(or what is left of it anyways :D)

Lemme tell u how :) ...(alright alright down yawn already :P...If nothing else I promise to at least put in pretty pictures along with the words... :))) )

Lets start with yellow...yellow to me represents manjal or haldi (turmeric)...I always used to see ammai cook with it.... used to be an essential ingredient of most of the sabzis....conjures up images of me running into the kitchen, while she used to cook and pestering her ki whats for lunch,dinner etc.

Then there is brown....hmmm now brown reminds me of multiple things...it reminds me of mother earth back in India (not like there isint brown earth here :P ...but I'm sure u understand what I mean :D... I kinda associate a maternal feeling to India ) .... its the brown of an earthen clay water cooler thingi (though that might not be strictly brown)...brown as the chepanganzhu that my mom uses in sambhars (I dunno why...but somehow u see lotsa memories of mine are associated with food :P...hmmmmm) .

And then there is purple....how purple...its the border of one of my moms Kanjeevaram sarees. Now believe me ppl 'm against the whole silk thing as much as the next person...But I dunno why...thts the first and very strong vivid image that comes to mind...

Now that brings us to red.....red is the color of "maang ka sindoor" (I went Bollywood-ish here I knw :D.... U knw tht dialouge the hero asks in surprise... "maaaaa...yeh tumhari maang main sindoor " ;) ) .... Red is the colour of Chrysanthemums that used to grow in our garden..... its the color of mirchi powder which we used to put in sabzis (There I go with the food thingi again :P...seriouslyy I miss moms cooking :) )....

Then there is silver...how silver...the oxidized bangles which are in...thats how :D (yea 'm a lover of 'em too :D)

Hmmmm golden...now this may sound silly...but it is for those warm
Indian mornings... (and for me the sights and the sounds thingi is closely related :) ).... for the smell of pipping hot idliis, for the sound of 'Vishnu sahasranamam' , and my my personal fav..... the sound of the cans of milk against the doodhwalas cycle.

White...hows white different....hmmm white is for the maligaipoov (jasmine flowers)

in moms hair during festivals (again I like the fragrance)...white is for thair sadham (curd rice) with oorgais(pickles)....

psst: ermmm the tam bram in me reared its head quite a bit in this post
and ...*ouch*...thats nostalgia hitting me...and it sure does knock a punch ;)

SU

2008-03-04T11:36:00.000-05:00

Hmmm now tht 'm in the US (did I see a halo...and ahhhh angel mujic in the bckground u say ;)...)....gettin back....well lets look at this place objectively(how can u do tht u say...u stay there...*sigh*....well its pretty much my blog ppl....I can do nythin I want :P)....well I dont really stay in NY(although I stay in NY state...funny how those two are like light years apart :D)...I stay in snowy, cold Syracuse...which when compared to mumbai is welll...hmmmm...mumbaikars stayin here can emphathize ;)...and the amount of freedom u get here is def loadsss more (apart from my classes and the on campus jobs I pretty much wonder wht to do...I guess 'm not makin productive use of time here.....must get to it*digging 'round for books*...ermm no wait 'm writin this blog now :D)...thts how it is with me here...'m like sooooo confused by the multitude of tasks I gotta do....prioritizing kinda becomes diff....but guess i'll learn...kinda lonely...definitely for a person who hasnt been away from home...miss my family and friends :)...luv u all :)).....nyways commin back to all the wunnerful ppl @ SU who've helped me out like a trillion times and been sweethearts :)... *bows* thnks guys :)))..... (yeah I knw I use a lohtttt of smileys :D.....)...I hv to cook....once a week....thnks to my roomies who actually eat it (hmmmm wait on second thoughts I dont thnk 'm all tht bad ;) ).....luvvv th shopping in this place (biiiggg irony...am working to pay my bills here...so hahahah wht shoppin do u say :P).....luv the way they hv like open discussns in class...thnk tht its a good educatn system....dont realllyy like wearin multiple layered clothing...but hv to(in case like a friend says...u see a 5ft 5inch snowman....no snowoman sumwhere on the streets of SYr while goin to the Univ....u knw who forgot to wear her 2 jackets and gloves tht day ;))
nyways cheers to all ya lvly ppl out there :)

2008-02-08T19:43:00.000-05:00

Writing.......writing....writing....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.......wazzat 'bout higher studies and writing again :P ?

2007-12-12T10:49:00.000-05:00

What is this Quarter life crisis that seems to be hitting all of us with a vengence(alrht alrght 20 to 29 sumthings but u see here ppl most of the friends I hv belong to tht particular age group :P...ermm on 2nd thought make tht all the friends I hv ;) )...nyways gettin back to the point : The Big QLC...well lets take my example:

Up2 last yr I was totally unsure 'bout what I wanted to do nxt like do an MBA or an MS and now tht I made my decision 'm not completely sure wether its the right choice or not :D

Then there is that question of settling down u knw .... I still feel I need a coupla years more....dunno what I want from life exactly(Did I see an eye roll again there ppl ;)??)

....sumtimes I just feel like I should pick up a backpack and be off....touring India(would hv said the world here but seems a wee bit too ambitious then :D)

And well I've seen quite a few of my friends and cousins going through all the same questions and issues that I seem to be facing.....Not satisfied in terms of their jobs, not understanding where they wanna go in life....just drifting along.....I feel our parents gen had a less complicated lifestyle.... Maybe their freedom was not as much in terms of choices that they could make..but the complications were definitely lessened to a gr8 extent... Whaddya feel ppl :) ??

(P.S: I'm proud to be a parta this confused but cool gen of ours ;) ..... Rock on peeps :))) )

2007-11-29T22:00:00.000-05:00

The Mood: Pensieve, thoughtful ,kinda bordering on eccentric some of the many many many moods of our protagonist here)
Our protagonist suddenly decides tht she wants to go to the US…does tht make ay sense???…..who decides such things in a span of a day(ookies ookies exaggerating here…maybe a coupla days :D)….'f course there are tons and tons of things to be done….xams to be given,finance to be thought 'bout,visa to be given by whomsever concerned….but does our protogonist thnk of all this….noooooooooooooooo…..
(and in case ur wondering ppl the protogonist here is me :P…..and no comments like: "Is she ever thoughtfull….I havent seen her thinkin ever" :P….I can be thoughtful when mood seizes me thnk u :D...)
*Note to readers: the above thoughtfulness phenomenon occurs rarely… :))
How does the feeling of leavin maybe a warm blanket on a cold night feel…. Or maybe givin up ur most favourite food…..Kinda makes u just not wanna do it rght….even the mere thought of it …
I guess I can compare my goin to the US to study to sumthin akin to these feelings…..Giving up a nice warm home and the company of loving family and friends….+(all those li'll nataks we are soooo used to, Stuff like : "No mom 'm not gonna eat this…I don’t like it" or "Chal na yaar….weekend pe bahar jaate hain (or shopping whichever applicable here)")….
I just hope 'm able to manage studying+working+cooking…..
Watch this space for more updates then :D

And here is a Quote from the Wonder years which I found was really true : When you're a little kid you're a bit of everything; Scientist, Philosopher, Artist. Sometimes it seems like growing up is giving these things up one at a time. :)

2007-09-30T00:50:00.000-04:00

How do you put into words ,emotions which you can not even feel properly ?

How do you explain to someone that they are so nice that when you hurt them , even though you didnt mean to hurt them ,not even a little bit, that the pain that you feel is really deep?

How do you make them realise that what you are feeling really really sorry for anything that you ever did to that hurt them...for anytime that you ever made them feel sad, for anytime that you ever caused even a single tear to run down their cheek....

that they are so important as a friend, that someone who is usually loqacious and blunt with words, is having a difficult time putting anything at all into words .

Maybe some things can never be explained, never be conveyed in words......

....all I can do is bow my head down and ask for forgiveness.......tell how sorry I am...

Promise that whatever happens you will always be there for them......

come sun, hail, rain, geographical bariers.......

and that tomorrow when it will dawn will be a happy one for all concerned :)) .......

(Dedicated to ECK :) )

2007-09-19T23:35:00.000-04:00

Been quite sometime since I posted...I guess professional life does tht to ya (there I go again...professional life...pffffftttt :P....guess 'm just god darn lazyy :D...)

Nyways here goes....would appreciate opinions y'all:

Where do u go girl,
In search of happiness,
the farther that u travel,
I'm afraid u'll only find less.

Do you wanna be a rockstar,
or will u a model be,
or do you wanna be an archeologist,
excavating some city.

Happiness doesnt come gurl,
from being wealthy,
You can even find happiness,
while reading a book under a tree. :)

2007-08-22T23:18:00.000-04:00

So true this :D

2007-07-30T11:46:00.000-04:00

Short story by yours truly :

She stood there her 'pod in her ear, waiting for the bus to arrive.This wouldbe the last time she took the bus from college to home, the last day of her life as a student, this would be a day of many, many lasts...

She stood there letting the memories wash over her....kinda likes waves which touch the shore of the beach....memories of the first day of engg col, how nervous she felt'bout the prospect of finding new friends, and the happiness she had feltwhen during the first few days itself she had found amazing friends, ppl who would share her happiness,fears,sorrows for the next 4 yrs...
She stood there as she remembered all the annual functions where they all used to crowd around the guy playing the guitar and sing songs ,regardlessof how much noise they were making, but still managed to sing in tandeem as one..their voices all in tune with the guitar playing...as if on cue her 'pod played out 'Hotel California' and she found a lump forming in her throat

She stood there and remembered all the times spent in the lab, coding, all thetime spent in the canteen criticizing the food...and as the memories keeptcomming one after another, crystal clear..she found a tear running down her cheek...

Then she wiped it away ...'coz just as endings are an essential part of our lifeso are new beginnings, and with them the thrill and anticipation of newthings to come ....and of a chance to create new beautiful memories to add tothe pool of exsisting ones.The 'Ally Macbeal' theme song playing on her 'pod,she climbed onto the bus

2007-07-07T07:21:00.000-04:00

This is how wikipidea describes an Iyer:are a section of Tamil Brahmins (a priestly Hindu class / caste from India) who mostly profess the advaita philosophy propounded by Sri Shankaracharya.

Iyerness....now thts a phenomenon thts quite old....u musta heard it ppl :D....

Typical "good Iyerness" characteristics :

For Gals: hmmm lesse now ...yeah long plaited well oiled hair is good, as is studying like hell,heaven and earth put together, and going to the temple *slam ,dunk score one brownie point* ;)......

For Boys: getting in2 IIT and IIMs and going to "Americaaaa" to study *damn ur sooo the golden boy at home, epitome for ur cousins blah blah.....* , again big geeky glasses and well oiled hair is a plus point innit :P

Ookie now tht u've finished giggling on the above words ^^^^, or smiling silently to urself (all this is applicable if ur an Iyer i.e the smiling to urself and stuff :)) )...see this is how we've been stereotyped since time imemorial :D (ermmm since quite long anyways :D)...and I sooooo wanna disagree with it ookie....So clarifying some points for u northies et all. out there (and no ppl "madrasi" is soooo not a language :P...and tamil is not the only langauge tht ppl in the south speak....on second thought, I'm tryin to explain this to some ppl who thnk madrasi is a language in the first place, so..welll..ermmm :P.....tht seems like a lost cause there :D)

Myth no.1 : Iyer girls oil their hair and wair it tightly plated....Wrong Dude....
U'd nvr catch a modern Iyer chick caught dead in tht :))...got it....we hv an innate sense of fashion...nvr loud or garish us ppl...and we usually hv real nice features to carry it off as well...sooo.... :))

Myth no.2: Iyer chicks know only how to study....ermm...BEEP.... wrong again Dudes and dudettes....we do study like mad...but we are also damn creative and intelligent...and can converse on any topic from Quantum physics to Queen (na bhai ...Victoria nathi che...they are a band....try listenin to them,instead of reshamiya for a change huh :P)

Myth no.3:Iyer boys==IIT/IIM admits, MS in the US...well oiled hair and disastrous dressing sense...
Ur sure ur not in a time wrap....Iyer guys...yes very intelligent...and do get above admits...or usually in2 good engineering colleges ;) ....they are usually metal heads,who are damn cool...and hv a lotta respect for the ladies....but if not in engineering...they are there in other fields too.....

hope tht clears a coupla myths :))

Dedicated to all the Iyer dudes and dudettes , who have been stereotyped in the past...and all south indians...who have been called 'madrasi', 'idlii dosa' et all in the past.

Cheers :)

2007-06-17T02:16:00.000-04:00

Leaves,
with a brown layer of dust on them,
hanging from the trees,
the earth,
with her dry parched surface,
cracked,
wondering what her fate will be

the robin is waiting,
for a song is there to be sung,
each of 'em,
each and everyone,
is waiting,
when sweet water from the rain clouds will come.

--> this poem is inspired by the weather outside, and sweet friends(who stand by u through thick and thin and GCA's and whinings and late nghts) :))

2007-06-03T01:30:00.000-04:00

Now I'm becommin quite a regular blogger !! (either I've suddenly discovered a talent for writing or hv wayyy too much time on my hands :D....).... Anyways the li'll drawing u see alongside gives u a picture of the two things without wich yours truly cant really start her day :P.......I guess with most of u its coffee(and technically it shud b tht for me 2....but I'm one of those tam brahm iyers who dont drink coffee :D....), but for me the strong, hot, pipping aroma and taste of ginger tea just drives those morning blues away :)) ....and now sine its the monsoon season, well tea and watching the rains outside my window....awesum combo...another thing which is an instant pick me up is music...nything goes in the morning.....could be M.S.Subbalakshmi all the way to MLTR :))

2007-06-02T11:47:00.000-04:00

Okie Okie I knw I'm sooo not a film critic :D..so cant really rate a movie...but what the heck, here goes :D..... I went to watch 'Cheeni Kum' 2day...lemme tell y'all tht its an absolutely fantabulous movie :))) . I mean yeah yeah the storyline is tried and tested....and yeah ppl its kinda a romantic comedy (so chicklit I know :D)...but its the dialouges..they r sooo refreshingly intelligent :))) (ermm....and considering the crap they pass of as dialouges these days.. :D...this is on another level) ....and then there is the music (nobody broke out in2 a song and dance in the middle of a london street thnk god!!! :D), given by Ilyaraja (which makes u realise why hes a master :)) )...it actually aids the flow of the movie (I mean its been a long time since I've seen tht happen :)) )...and then there are the clothes worn by Tabu ..classy is the only word ....and well amithabh...well hes just amithabh in the movie...great dresser, carries off the sarcastic and witty dialouges with elan tht man(and yeah I luved the Versace designer glasses he has worn...in case u'all didnt knw thts a brand ppl :P )...and yes the sets....fantabulous(yeah ppl I noticed tht :P)all in all a movie not to be missed (can I hea the call of any major daily for making me their head movie critic....haha :D)

2007-06-01T13:36:00.000-04:00

Now what u ppl can c here is the work of an idle mine who has randomly seen a poster, and who had nothin better to do then reading FRD's and hence decided to draw :D (namely mmeeeeeeee ppl :P)

Shows the attitude of diff ppl in life...now the former 2 all of us know...and from the latter 2, I guess we oe across many spiritualists now a days :P...and as for the realist thingi...well wudnt all u guys like 2 be like tht (for more reasons than 1 :D...but yeah rimarily 'coz the realist is the only guy who finished the beer huh!!! :)))) ..haha )

2007-05-27T02:07:00.000-04:00

Starting to take cooking lessons from mom has been a whole new eye opening exerience(and its a phrase ppl...I didnt walk with my eyes closed b4 tht :P)...Nyways as sumtimes I learn to make all those complicated dishes, I understand how hard mom's have to wrk to prepare all those yummy dishes evryday :)) (and bear with my tantrums in addition to tht in my moms case :D...."I dont like this vegie, dont like tht..." :)) )....welll when u do it urself u realize all the sweat and hard wrk tht goes in2 it (another expression....definitely not to be taken literally :D).....had gone to a tam-brahm wedding yest(reeption to be more precise.... :)) )....had gone to one after quite sumtime...noticed quite a few ppl sitting there fidgeting with their mobiles...especially kids(and my advice to these kids: Ur sooo not the Prime minister....quit fidgetting with the gadget...I dont care however much of the latest version it is :P, get a life....no1 on the earth is tht busy :P..ever..unless ur the CEO of some company...which given ur age I'm sure uall are not :))... *whew* tht was quite a tirade :D)..nyways quite enjoyed it....seeing all thoseaunties dressed up in all their finery (they an overdo it sometme :D), and the uncles come as simply as possible (another typical aspect of a tam-brahm wedding....aunties dressed verrrrrrrrrrryyy well...ahem ahem * cough* :D....and uncles just plain under dressed :D)...nyways had pretty nice food (there the foodie in me again showing up * wave )

2007-05-14T13:28:00.000-04:00

hmmm ever rode in a car, at night, with the windows open (yeah...yeah..without an AC :P...u knw ppl...actually the car in which I rode didnt hv an AC...so tht partially contributes to the open windows thingi :D...still its really nice :)) ), and listening to any song that u liked, or generally the radio , and just close ur eyes....amazing experience (what happened to me on the way home in the office drop :)) ).l..try it....I am sure u'll be amazed at the peace and warmth that u'll feel washing all over u (and no ppl the warmth is not emmision from the vehicle in front :P..hehe)..but seriously try it :))..

2007-04-30T23:35:00.000-04:00

Yest when I was at the Train station, while goin to wrk (yeah....yeah...now dont go rolling ur eyes :D...its an interesting place to observe ppl ;))...I'm listenin to this reall fav song of mine...one which u dont get to listen on the radio often ....suddenly there is a ta on my shoulder.ookie and a lady is askin me sumthin(which i cant obiviously hear over the radio...becoz i've put it at a very high sound :D)...so I remove the earphones...and she says "Nest train slow hai ki fast"...a question regarding which I hv no clue...and say so to her too...smiling all the time (while I'm missin tht song of mine :D..)...this hapened no less then 3 times yest (all during the course of the same song....:D...sheeeeeeesh). I mean I'm really helfull mosta the times...but welll ommon three ppl...same question...during tht same song...hehe :D

and another question...what is proper office attire during summer... I mean formals get wayyyy to hot ppl :D...I'm confused on this topic too :)

2007-04-28T00:56:00.000-04:00

Now this is a totally random observation (yeah as random as me :D)....yesterday while gettin inside the train..i saw these 'macchi-wallis' (fisherwomen) trying to board the goods compartment.....(yeah yeah...i knw u've seen them a million times.and ur wondering wats this gurl goin on about !!!! :D...but let me put it from theprosetive of a pure vegetarian :D...)...but yest i realized they were very gutsy women...why u ask me ?? Well for one..its these women who carry their 'fish' to the market...and fght the crowds and stuff...sell their product..i mean they may sound uncouth and loud (but I guess thts an occupational hazard...just as u knw soundin quite and polite is ours :D....yeah its definitely an occupational hazard..there hv been times when i've wanted 2 scream at sum1...but cudnt because of the occupational hazard situatn :D ) I mean these women face a lotta hardships..still they're optimistic and hard working (and yeah loud...but i like their spirit :D)..kinda makes u thnk rght.... :)

2007-04-20T13:49:00.000-04:00

Celebration means......

Hundred bucks of petrol.

A rusty old bike.

And an open road.

Celebration means......

Maggi noodles.

A hostel room.

4.25 a.m.

Celebration means......

3 old friends.

3 separate cities.

3 coffee mugs.

1 internet messenger.

Celebration means......

Rain on a hot tin roof.

Pakoras deep-frying.

Neighbours dropping in.

A party.

Celebration means......

You and mom.

A summer night.

A bottle of coconut oil.

A head massage.

You can spend

Hundreds on birthdays,

Thousands on festivals,

Lakhs on weddings,

but to celebrate

all you have to do is spend your Time with your loved ones.

Keep in touch with your loved ones ........

Ookie I admit it the abv sentences are palagarised (from one of those millions of Fwded mails :D)..but then the tght is so simle and yet so deep...the person who wrote the above lines tght of turning simple things like Maggi noodles(yeah I luv maggi :D) and coconut oil(hmmmm not sumthin I relly luv)in2 nostalgia :)...now I hv another complaint about the taffic (do I hear ya rolling ur eyes, or giving sad sighs...or just plain running away :D...thinkin not the traffic topic again)..how come the vehicles in the adjacent lane go faster??...it happens always...seems like one of lifes eternal mysteries ;)...hehe...and wats with all this Abhiash wedding hype re..its really gettin 2 me..I mean do ppl really care 'bout how ash bght 15 Kg of mehendi (all the way from Rajasthan that 2 :d... I mean I cud've actually gone sight seeing to Rajasthan with all that money ppl :D)..haha...but thts news I guess :D

2007-04-16T13:22:00.000-04:00

Life's one big charade,
Dont wanna be a parta this facade,
Dont wanna loose myself in this meaningless run
wanna turn my face towards the gentle breeze
and bask in the warm, soft glow of the sun...

Sounds like the lyrics of the song na (hehe...yeah rght :P) ..but its written by yours truly...and no ppl, I havent just written it of the cuff.... sometimes I feel like doin xactly wat I've written..... walking in a place where there is a gentle breeze, or gazin up at the stars(and no ppl , I'm not 3 yrs old.... I just like lookin at the stars and clouds ook :D).... or walking down the beach and feeling the saand between my toes......or holding a round smooth pebble, that has been warmed by the sun in my hand.hmmm all nice wonderfull feelings :)....(or mayb its just tht I'm so tired I'm wittin gibberish)...wateva hope it makes u'all feel better :D

2007-04-12T13:42:00.000-04:00

After a hard days work..kinda tired..but still like to sometimes write (and take it from me I do most things at odd hours :D...as some of u sooo obiviously know :D).... 2morows moving day at office...we move from one office building to another (just two blocks away though :D). U ppl cant imagine the traffic commin back home from work, just wayyyy 2 much :D....a journey which should ideally take 15 min takes 45 (enuff time to go 2 Kerala and come back...hehe ;) ). Ahhh well folks wasn't in a very philosophical mood 2day(did I just hear a sigh of relief *phew* someone is saying..haha). So i'm signing off

Cheers
Divs

2007-04-09T13:01:00.000-04:00

Hmmmm (now who begins a post with this... :D)....I'm in kinda a contemplative mood 2day. As we grow up , we realise we tend to change and so do people around us. What we dont realise is tht when this change comes kinda suddenly, where will we turn to look for answers . Mayb we dont find them, mayb we do?? its definitely not an easily answered question :D... life goes on I guess...despite having not found answers, despite all the soul searching, despite evrything ...life has to go on...like a macbare puppet show...and when things hapen tht we wished didnt we can only ut u our hands and ask tht great puppet master in the sky why me ?

2007-04-04T12:29:00.000-04:00

Hmmm sum wise man once said "half our life is spent rushing from one place to another"(ermmm..ookie I kinda made tht up...but a wise man cud've said it :P).....nyways comming back 2 my point....we spend our life rushin here and there, to catch busses,trains, to reach office on time, while doing work (like running from one table to another while working..haha), and in the course of all this running , we get so caught up tht we dont realise tht we're missin the kutti(tht means small in tamil...sumhow it sounds very cute in Tam ;)) things in life :)...like for instance the plants and small flower shops we pass on our way 2 wrk(there are wayy more then u thnk ppl)..ookie i'll gv u'all a li'll hint as 2 wat u can do 2 mayb njoy a few of these small moments...how 'bout just starin at the clouds or the trees when ur travelling :), definitely givs u a sense of feelin grounded and happy :)... Such simple things do seem 2 gv me happiness :D....hmmm or like mayb sayin "thnk u" 2 ppl who are stuck in a thankless job, like mayb the bus conductor.....when I said "thnk u" to the conductor 2day after he gv me my bus ticket, I swear I saw a smile on his face :)...ppl do tell me wat is the thing tht makes u hapy :) ?

Cheers,
Divs

2007-04-02T12:27:00.000-04:00

What does one write after a long, hard day at work(long it was...but did I work hard...hmmm lemme thnk now...actually I was reading an FRD...geesh tht takes time :D).

Hmmm how 'bout I post a joke. It goes sumthin like this:

Once upon a time, there was a software engineer who used to develop programs on his Pentium machine, sitting under a tree on the banks of a river. He used to earn his bread by selling those programs in the Sunday market. One day, while he was working, his machine tumbled off the table and fell in the river. Encouraged by the Panchatantra story of his childhood (the woodcutter and the axe), he started praying to the River Goddess. The River Goddess wanted to test him and so appeared only after one month of rigorous prayers. The engineer told her that he had lost his computer in the river. As usual, the Goddess wanted to test his honesty. She showed him a match box and asked, "Is this your computer ?" Disappointed by the Goddess' lack of computer awareness, the engineer replied, "No." She next showed him a pocket-sized calculator and asked if that was his. Annoyed, the engineer said "No, not at all!!" Finally, she came up with his own Pentium machine and asked if it was his. The engineer, left with no option, sighed and said "Yes." The River Goddess was happy with his honesty. She was about to give him all three items, but before she could make the offer, the engineer asked her, "Don't you know that you're supposed to show me some better computers before bringing up my own ?"
The River Goddess, angered at this, replied, "I know that, you stupid idiot! The first two things I showed you were the Trillennium and the Billennium, the latest computers from IBM!" So saying, she disappeared with the Pentium!!

Moral: If you're not up-to-date with technology trends, it is better keep your mouth shut and let people think you're a genius, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt!!!

hmmm this joke really cracked me up, but actually speaking can u imagine how many millions of IT professionals(well educated with high payin jobs) are there in India (including urs truly) , who dont know a s*** 'bout new technologies....hmmmm I hope this situatn changes soon and we do hv ppl with good knowledge of new technology and we start working with all these technologies(ahh this is the I dunno nation lover in me speaking :D)

On a more lighter note...'tis the season of pears again...yeah I like pears a lot(hence my happiness u c ppl ;)). Hmm there is also tht heat thingi I keep mentioning(which I swear is simply increasing day by day :D, and which I conviniently escape by sitting in the office A.C..hehe :D). And so ppl I leave u to ponder over a few thoughts(ermmm if u really thnk u want 2 ponder over wat I just said ;))

Cheers,
Divs

2007-04-01T11:10:00.000-04:00

Now since I'm on a roll, tght I mght write another post(This is what happens when ur bored silly.....u thnk of boring other ppl :D). And can I hear a faint "Tsk tsk" in the background...ppl thinking ," Gals as it is talk wayy 2 much...this chick here just needs another excuse to jabber :D...and sooo she blogs"....hmmmmmph...ppl u shudnt thnk such things...this blog mght be a way into my innermost thoughts, my true feelings (ermmm actually maybe ur probably right...I do luv to talk ;)...and innermost thoughts..haha wats tht :P)....nyways tght of describing my day here.
How 'bout I start with yesterday and then finish of with today(tht'll make this blog nice and long I'm thinkin...and ur thinkin will she like ever stop..haha ;)). Hmmm yest I went shopping....yes ppl in the course of this blog(common I'm sure u'll read it later too)...u'll find tht I luv shoping (Dont all gurlz..ur thinkin...and I say not xactly..no all gurlz dont necessarily like shopping). So there I was in the Bandra sun(Did I mention tht I was an idiot in the previous post...well heres like proof...who goes out in the sweltering mumbai heat..??)roaming around hill road, with a friend who wanted to do her easter shopping and wat do I see...(ermmm obiviously the road :P)..other then tht loadsa shops ..basically shoppers paradise...but not b4 wasting(according to my mom...but according to me well spent) 550 on a cute white top with light green piping in globus :D...and then I see this strawberry pink top...for like dirt cheap...and I decide wat the heck will buy it and then I feel hungry so we decided to eat, go to this atrociously priced restaurant and have a grilled sandwhich(costs 80 bucks..ouch...I'm thinkin...cud've bought another top..hehe), buy shoes and a belt(150 total...after a little bargaining obvi), and am home (still comlainin 'bout the friggin heat).
See I kept it quite short :D

Then there is 2day....when my mom decided tht she would try to impart some of her cullinary skills to her dear daughter(read: teach me cooking..hehe)and after many futile attempts to wake me up and get me in2 the kitchen('f course we gotta finish cooking b4 the bai comes dont we...hehe...our schedules run according to her..haha) at 8 o clock...I'm finally there hand towel and all(to wipe the sweat obvi :D) at 9 oclcok...So after giving one of her sighs(which clearly indicates "wat am I 2 do with this gurl" kinda feeling...yeah there are different kinda sighs guys !! :D)..we embark on an adventure of cooking...To my credit I must say the dal and sabji did come out well(and no I'm not just saying this...I did hv ppl taste it and they did like it :D)..and then I did wat I do best(and tht is sleapt...hello..common now wat wer u pl thinking ;))
and here I am writing it in a blog post.

Authors note: And no pl future blogs wont be so lonjg :P

Cheers,
Divs

Resurrected from the ashes

2007-04-01T08:46:00.000-04:00

Now you're thinkin which idiot on this planet names their first post "Resurrected from the ashes"..... Does she like thnk tht shes some sorta phoenix or some such mythical creature...but people there is a reason for this name. And now without rambling further I thnk I should give u'all the reason lest you people go to sleep.. :D

And here is the reason...drum roll please......tish tish tish tish(worst imitation of a drumroll ever ppl!!!)....hehe..actually eons ago(well not xactly ookie...I'm like exaggerating here...but it sure does feel like eons ;) ) I used to write a blog..which was read by a coupla ppl(now I'm soooo not tellin how many :P), and then in a looooong story which involves breaking down of comps, a bunch of idiots who had to submit a friggin B.E project(of which I'm one...in case u didnt know), then running around to find a job and the rest of those trivial things we pursue in this journey called life( thts the philospher in me :D...now dont be alarmed I dont get philosiphical and all often ;) )...ermmm I'm not really tellin the story here ppl....just mentioning factors and such....anyways my poor blogging died a natural death. Then on a bored Sunday afternoon I read a friends blog....and wat inspired me(ermmm I guess inspired is too strong a word for me....just well made me get off my lazy ass) to write is somethin I dunno :D
and here I am writing this blog.

Lets hope my l'ill blog survives this time around ;)

Cheers