Another long weekend just whizzed past my bumbling self, followed by a loooooooooooong week of bleddy 4 moping-around-reminscing-about-the-weekend days.
Such a lovely weekend-and just when I was getting into the groove, the bleddy work week begins.hmmpphh! Anyhoo, what a nice relaxed weekend. With old school frnds and ex roomies and the ex known-to-be-the-bestestestest-cooks+gossip maid and the corner house and the lovely NGV park with all its machars and snarling doggies and meeting the new lou interest of a darling old frnd and getting drunk together and giggling over nothing in particular. 3 days at the old bangalore abode , just like the old times (minus all the heartaches and roomie spats ) with days ending at 5 AM and starting at a groggy puffy eyed 11 AM. With the same old hazaar 'good nights' routine only to start talking all over again and finally giving up to exhaustion at dawn.
The Tattooing plan went kapooos :( thanks to all the lounging around and talking without keeping a track of the time. The artist refused to meet us anytime after our appointed time and basically was irritated at us for not making it on time(quite naturally). Now I am so worried abt taking another appointment with him. You know my basic rule of NEVER arguing with a server/waiter has just been appended with NEVER take an appointment with a Tattoo artist you might have just got into the wrong side of.I can just SEE him swrite 'unpunctual bitch' inside a nice celtic tattoo.SIGH!! Now the search for another artist begins.
And S, I am missing you :( Thanks for coming all the way from Hyd to 'hang out' with us. I'm almost sure ki we are not gonna meet anytime in the next 2 years and it makes me so so sad :( And to think we so hated each other when we met first :D
Now I drag myself everyday to work with drooping shoulders and arms almost dragging along the ground.The thought of the weekend and the trip next week is not really helping too much (I think I am missing you tooooo much S )
And yeaaaah,I just remembered!!The pretty pretty lady with the pretty pretty earings who surprised me on sunday evening by telling me dat she regularly followed my updates(!!) - dhengyuverimuch :D
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Teen Mahine baad :P
The Past 3 months have been a muddled blur of activities - shifting across continents, blissfull back-to-my-room sentiments, trying to get used to a long distance relationship yet again , swadhisht ghar ka khaana ,a new work place , getting back to driving like an auto waala in the Bangalore traffic et all. And I FINALLY realise ki I have been so busy lurking and delurking around that there has been absolutely no log of the changes that took place in the past few months.
While talking to a friend today, I stared at her in confusion for about 2 minutes-trying to recollect if my engagement was held in the month of August or November. Not good at all. The yahan wahan sightings of grey hair on my crop are definitely not just an aesthetic indictor. You'd better keep a log of significant happenings bitiya raaaani, they seem to suggest.
Anyhoo, I am absolutely overjoyed at being home in time for Ganesh Pooja. These 11 days have always been so so special - everysince the 2 footer me learnt to say 'Modak' and 'Ganpati Bappa Maurya!' with the lusty enthusiasm of a toddler. A few Maharashtrian families down south,trying their best to re-create the atmosphere back home. I guess papa-mummy did do a good job after all, considering it’s the ONLY festival I long for, in the whole year. Diwali is nice and so is Dusshera, but the entry of the lovely Elephant god into our abode promising happiness, security and peace (and not to forget the yummy delicious modaks) has always been very very special.
Things are slightly different now; we reused last year's Makhar , missed quarreling with the brother on who gets the cymbals (and he refused to come on Skype and be a part of the pooja ‘cos he was worried about getting homesick all over again) and the modaks did not disappear as fast as they used too (Especially since the hog-pot of the family is still studying far-far away). But nevertheless, I run home sooner than usual every evening eagerly anticipating the aarthi, fondly look at him everytime I pass by him as if he were a new addition to the family , lovingly decorate his surroundings and feel quite bad about the Visarjan today. SIGH!!
Next year I hope to
1) Be with family again during the 11 days of the puja
2) Make the idol all by myself
May the MangalMurthy bless us all with happiness and peace, this year and beyond.
Pudchya Varshi laukar yaa Ganapathi Bappa :)
While talking to a friend today, I stared at her in confusion for about 2 minutes-trying to recollect if my engagement was held in the month of August or November. Not good at all. The yahan wahan sightings of grey hair on my crop are definitely not just an aesthetic indictor. You'd better keep a log of significant happenings bitiya raaaani, they seem to suggest.
Anyhoo, I am absolutely overjoyed at being home in time for Ganesh Pooja. These 11 days have always been so so special - everysince the 2 footer me learnt to say 'Modak' and 'Ganpati Bappa Maurya!' with the lusty enthusiasm of a toddler. A few Maharashtrian families down south,trying their best to re-create the atmosphere back home. I guess papa-mummy did do a good job after all, considering it’s the ONLY festival I long for, in the whole year. Diwali is nice and so is Dusshera, but the entry of the lovely Elephant god into our abode promising happiness, security and peace (and not to forget the yummy delicious modaks) has always been very very special.
Things are slightly different now; we reused last year's Makhar , missed quarreling with the brother on who gets the cymbals (and he refused to come on Skype and be a part of the pooja ‘cos he was worried about getting homesick all over again) and the modaks did not disappear as fast as they used too (Especially since the hog-pot of the family is still studying far-far away). But nevertheless, I run home sooner than usual every evening eagerly anticipating the aarthi, fondly look at him everytime I pass by him as if he were a new addition to the family , lovingly decorate his surroundings and feel quite bad about the Visarjan today. SIGH!!
Next year I hope to
1) Be with family again during the 11 days of the puja
2) Make the idol all by myself
May the MangalMurthy bless us all with happiness and peace, this year and beyond.
Pudchya Varshi laukar yaa Ganapathi Bappa :)
Monday, June 01, 2009
The road trip to Yellowstone - Part 1
Its been a week since our road trip and I still havent got rid of this sad feeling ki as with all good stuff, this trip was way toooo short :( Anyways, heres part 1 of the trip!
Friday dawned bright and crisp and the alarm set off at an unearthly hour ( on a normal day this would be just a couple of mins past her bed time -which is ALWAYS in the A.M). The cheerful morning person greeted her spouse with snarls and much gritting and baring of teeth . Dumped herself un-ceremoniously into the car and promptly went
back to sleep, while the spouse went about filling the fuel tank, checking tyre pressures, re-checking the bike stand etc. Presenting the glamourous avatar that has so far been presented only to a select few.
The poor spouse drove on in silence wondering if this miniature version of the hippo, snoring softly in the navigator seat was the same hyper-excited person who went around in cartwheels and summersaults all around the house yesterday;in anticipation of the trip.After about 150 miles, her highness let out a giant yawn, stretching her little self, transformed into a pleasant smiling person allllll ready to take on the world.
As with every young female who loves to go zoooooooom and feel the wind in her hair ; this little lady was known for frequently over speeding on the highways. But the good girl did stick on the speed limit, and how!! :)
But young blood is known for frequent display of zero commonsense and likewise, she happily ignored the fuel-meter .After about 100 miles of happy driving & loud singing & giggles & screams, the gaadi let a giant sigh and sputtered . Quick manoevouring of the car to the side of the highway was followed by the spouse trying to be the fix-it-all man and checking the oil,heat etc And when nothing seemed wrong, he peeps into the dashboard to see the needle on the fuelmeter happily resting on a big red E. ARRGGHHH!!!!!
A quick call to the roadside assistance was followed by an assuring ' dont worry, we will be there. But it might take some time since you guys are much too far from any town/city' .
'No problem!' was the cheerful response. After all, the car was fully loaded with intellectually stimulatory reads - cosmo, marie claire and the likes. And also with loads of DVDs to be played on the Mac with a nice little charger being charged by the car battery. Whats the worry, eh?!
But 'some' time dragged to 3 hours. With all the movie watching , the car battery had drained to zero leaving the car tin-hot with no battery even to keep the fan on , in the hot Idaho sun :( Stuck on the shoulder of the freeway where one isn't really supposed to even get out of the car -with all the vehicles zooming by; how much they missed the Indian highways with the roadside dhabas and chai tapris.SIGH.
As the little lady slowly but steadily melted into the pages of her book, the man was left with nothing but angry hot bubbles around his head wondering how could there possibly be people who wouldn't bother with monitoring the fuel in the car?! Isnt is as simple as making sure there is some toothpaste on your brush while brushing?!
Finally the rescuers arrived , pumped in some fuel & jump started the battery much to the relief of the flustered couple. And off they went-the tired, dehydrated,irritated couple, set back by a good 4 hours into their journey. After about 2 hours, the lady took the wheel again driving through dangerous forks in a hilly terrain and frequently changing lanes-only to be stopped by the highway cops and let off with a very understanding "oh, you look tired.You should take some rest ,ma'm!' . No ticket!! This was followed by a drunk teenager and a cowboy-hatted-ex-convict at a casino almost giving the spouse a heart attack. Some dum-dabake-bhagings happened and the couple inched their way to their destination wondering if this was an indication of a really rotten trip ahead . And how wrong were they?! :)
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Yellowstone, Here I come!!
Tomorrow, we begin our road trip to Yellowstone- Just the 2 of us.
K and I have been SO looking forward to this trip–driving all the way (approx 16 hours one way) and camping 3 nights in a row. We have our bikes hitched to the car too. Did I mention we have an inflatable boat too ( are we cool or wot? :D) , but no boating this time on, so the poor little thing stays in the store room.The bags are packed, half the stuff loaded into the car trunk, utensils sorted out, ready to eats and noodles and eggs and all packed,firewood loaded, sleeping bags aired, dvds and books sorted, alllllllllll set!! we just wake up early tom morning, load the remaining stuff into the gaadi, bicker a bit about our driving turns and off we goooooooooo!! 3 days of just nature ,animals ,no internet and a nomadic life with our cute orange tent for shelter.
I have dumped in 5 pairs of shoes-chumma.A exhilarating feeling of no-restraint.Nobody can now tell me to reduce the numbers on the pretext of luggage weight or space or anything BUHUWAHA!Have also dumped in allllll my stoles,extra tshirts - all just to overutilize the liberty of a road trip involving wonly 2 people(the other person being a guy and hence supposed to shut up and be a mute spectator to this version of squatting).As always, we shall end up clicking very few snaps. Especially since bisons and deers and bears and geysers and canyons and dormant volcano and fissures are allllll in the same reserve and we would be too involved in relishing every moment. Whatever few we click, I shall upload them soon.
WOOOOOHOOOOOHH!! Aiyaamekkkkcited!! :)
P.S:
More about the park: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellowstone_National_Park
K and I have been SO looking forward to this trip–driving all the way (approx 16 hours one way) and camping 3 nights in a row. We have our bikes hitched to the car too. Did I mention we have an inflatable boat too ( are we cool or wot? :D) , but no boating this time on, so the poor little thing stays in the store room.The bags are packed, half the stuff loaded into the car trunk, utensils sorted out, ready to eats and noodles and eggs and all packed,firewood loaded, sleeping bags aired, dvds and books sorted, alllllllllll set!! we just wake up early tom morning, load the remaining stuff into the gaadi, bicker a bit about our driving turns and off we goooooooooo!! 3 days of just nature ,animals ,no internet and a nomadic life with our cute orange tent for shelter.
I have dumped in 5 pairs of shoes-chumma.A exhilarating feeling of no-restraint.Nobody can now tell me to reduce the numbers on the pretext of luggage weight or space or anything BUHUWAHA!Have also dumped in allllll my stoles,extra tshirts - all just to overutilize the liberty of a road trip involving wonly 2 people(the other person being a guy and hence supposed to shut up and be a mute spectator to this version of squatting).As always, we shall end up clicking very few snaps. Especially since bisons and deers and bears and geysers and canyons and dormant volcano and fissures are allllll in the same reserve and we would be too involved in relishing every moment. Whatever few we click, I shall upload them soon.
WOOOOOHOOOOOHH!! Aiyaamekkkkcited!! :)
P.S:
More about the park: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellowstone_National_Park
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
The Monthly Recap
March bought with it -
1) Papa's Birthday
2) The adorable Sumo's Birthday
3) Darling Meen's first wedding Anniversary
4) The pretty Aditi's Wedding
5) Ana had a lovely, gorgeous little baby girl
6) Tough decisions for me and some revaluation of life's priorities
7) Tougher times for K with all my tantrums
8) My first ever ankle injury (hopefully the last too)
9) Good friends laid off at work
10) The SUN!! It’s officially spring! :)
And Yeah,its been 4 years since I started my stint at SAP Labs. So far, the most fun and coolest of companies I’ve ever known.
A mixed month , from the present-continuous point of view. But I guess when I look back 10 years from now , I’ll only remember Ana's joy at being a first time mommy, Papa’s delight at receiving our PAPER greeting cards (A desperate attempt at personalizing his birthday in our absence) and Aditi's excitement over her long awaited wedding.
Not bad.
1) Papa's Birthday
2) The adorable Sumo's Birthday
3) Darling Meen's first wedding Anniversary
4) The pretty Aditi's Wedding
5) Ana had a lovely, gorgeous little baby girl
6) Tough decisions for me and some revaluation of life's priorities
7) Tougher times for K with all my tantrums
8) My first ever ankle injury (hopefully the last too)
9) Good friends laid off at work
10) The SUN!! It’s officially spring! :)
And Yeah,its been 4 years since I started my stint at SAP Labs. So far, the most fun and coolest of companies I’ve ever known.
A mixed month , from the present-continuous point of view. But I guess when I look back 10 years from now , I’ll only remember Ana's joy at being a first time mommy, Papa’s delight at receiving our PAPER greeting cards (A desperate attempt at personalizing his birthday in our absence) and Aditi's excitement over her long awaited wedding.
Not bad.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Stupidity is..
..to cram your sweatshirt and jacket hurriedly into the gym bag-but forget to take out the car keys, run like a maniac some 50 meters towards your car trying to beat the cold , reach the car and realise the keys are 'somewhere' in the bag which also holds half your household furniture, blindly rummage through the bag in the dark parking lot while your ungloved fingers enjoy sensations from biting pain to numbness in the sub-zero temperature , decide between going back indoors to search or finish the search outside( we are half done anyways,arent we?), start running towards the gym and midway find the keys in the outermost pocket where you'd kept them for 'easy accessibility'.
:-/
:-/
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The tale of an educated Fundamentalist.
Watching the likes of Sachin Pilot, Jyotiraditya Scindia , Omar Abdullah and Rahul Gandhi conduct themselves with a certain amount of dignity and hold their own amid many of the old timers is always a treat to sore eyes.
Politics, in India is bound to hold a certain amount of grime - atleast for the next few decades. But seeing young ,educated politicians in the arena holds a 'promise of promise' that things might just be getting better - a wee bit better. Maybe they might not stoop so low as to ignite crowds into demolishing holy places of worship for those winning votes, May be they might not have to keep eating their words or passing the buck depending on post/pre-election scenario , May be they might know better and rather work at disaster management than getting their snaps clicked at ground zeros and continue blaming Pakistan - Just Maybe.
Just when you think the young blood will pave way for a non-disgusting political scenario in India , this has to come along :
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/mar/19/india-politics-gandhi-racism
Watch the video too if you can and see the intensity in this young man's speech and body language. Its just sad and plain disgusting :( and hopeless :( And he is just 29 :(
Did you really have to go all the way to LSB to learn to think and talk like this, young man? Modi wouldve been glad to take you under his wings years ago..Tch Tch what a waste of time.Advaniji, Pls to plan your retirement already, you have a heir apparent - Apparently!
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