Turf of Feelings

Have a lovely time folks

2006-06-30T16:55:00.000+05:30

Dear Nandi, Dharmu and Laxmi...

Have a wonderful , safe and a funfilled long weekend. Hope you guys have a blast... So enjoy every moment of it and take care

Waiting to hear about the trip and see the photographs..

Bye and Keep smiling :-)

It cant get better

2006-06-26T18:43:00.000+05:30

Today is Aparna's (my team mate and a very senti friend)Birthday. We had planned for a suprise party. Well the plan was to get the cake around 12:00pm from the best pastry outlet near office,invite all her other friends to the party (apart from we her team mates), make her cut the cake, smudge it on her face and eat it up all,as if we were unfed for ages and our parents had deprived us of our rights to eat High calorie food (after all , parents are on Google search for Mr.Perfect). Well everything was going as per the plan, but there had to be a popatgiri here too..Hail Popat team!! One of her friends reached there before us and called Api(Aparna), to find out where the part going on...Uff...Pumpkin head!!

Everything was over.The cat was out of the bag. Now it was Aruna(another team mate) and my turn to make it up. Well we really made it up very well.
"Api, now that you know we are going to have a surprise party, better act surprised infront of everyone. You really need to act or if possible overact.Thats the only way out".
She wasnt threatened by us on Gun point, or otherwise we behaved like real don's. And she actually "over"acted surprised!! Hmm..she can pair up with SRK in his next movie. I think that was my quota of weirdness for the day -letting out the surprise element and threatening someone to act surprised...

Ok now the Weird Me....

Sky is the limit for my imaginations. I am a big day dreamer. My imaginations can vary anywhere from 'why the sugar in the coffee was less today' to 'How could Sophie not kiss Robert Langford in the movie Da Vinci Code'. The weiredest part - Such thoughts come to me only when I am taking down the minutes of meeting for the most important client discussion of the day. And I am the facilitator as well the Minutes Recorder of the meeting. And when I am totally enjoying leisure, my thoughts are so meanigful and completely productive.

I am total movie freak. And when I watch movies, the expression on my face changes according to the scene on the big screen. My face is a sight to watch. People around me can start laughing at my facial expressions. I can cry at all emotional scenes and wipe off my tears as though nothing has happened. Later only to realize the entire world saw me crying. I look bad when I cry. The weiredest part - I generally dont cry when the ambience is dark like in theatres. You see no one can watch the poor soul in me crying. I always cry when there is bright light and make sure people look at my sad expressions and start laughing. Well it happens involuntarily.

I have some pathetic photographs of mine. I look completely bekaar types in those photographs. I look like one of those 'bahus', who is made to work day and night and not given food or water..and even if given- she is lucky enough to get the left overs. I generally treasure such photographs. The weiredest part - I make it a point to send such photographs to people when they are completely irritated with me, upset with me, angry with me. I dont know what pleasure it gives me, but thats the way I am.

I have special attachements to certain places like Talkad, PVR cinemas, Transit in Forum.... I love to visit such places with which I am emotinally attached, only with those, for whom the place has the same emotional attachment. I will do anything to avoid going to such places with anyone else. The weirdest part - Inspite of all my efforts I land up in the same place with the wrong people time and again, and I get completely disturbed after it. Again I make up my mind not to go there. So far the only thing I have promtly been doing after making a decision is not to eat ice cream till Chinnu buys it for me.

I dont behave the right way at the right time and the right place. I never get angry when it is required but I just freak for small issues. People think my brain has a brain of its own. Well I think my brain has a brain which is always under the influence of Vodka, Tequila... Its a complete bewadi-brain.

I try to not to look good for 3 days in a week. I dont have a reason why?? But I make sure I dont look good. The weirdest part - I get complements on such days that I am looking very cute. Either my team mates are buttering me for good appraisals or I dont know how to not look good.

Well right now I am cursing Dharmu for giving so much work to my rusted brain. Dharmu deserved to be whacked for this. And the most weired thing about our Heroine is that she is going to steal the show in Phoenix over this long weekend in the burning heat there. She wants to get more froggy looks....Did you not get a better place sweetie??

I really dont know if all of you think this is weird. But if there is something weired in me..then it is this!!

RAIN..I can feel you

2006-06-02T16:43:00.000+05:30

Bangalore has been the Summer's paradise for ages. I love Bangalore when it rains. And especially, if the downpour is when the Mirchi temperature is at its peak of 32-35 degree's (Mirchi temperature- does it ring a bell...Well I have been very loyal to Radio Mirchi-Sakkath Hot maga from past few days...Now I speak only Mirchi language). The last few day's showers definitely were a welcome..
Bangalore has always been considerate to many mere mortals like me. Lovely showers come in just when we are on the verge of cursing Bangalore for its heat, giving us a relief that was just required to make our lives more Blissful..It happens every year...Bangalore I love you when you just listen to me.. *Muuuaha*

Enjoying the first rains of summer is something I would not compromise,even for a whole large peice of Chocloate Fantasy. Though I have heard its not healthy,(Ya right like I do anything thats healthy...hmmm) I love getting drenched in the rain, spread out my arms, shut my eyes and let the rain embarce me to eternity.Well thats how Bangalore rains treat me.

The Spell of thundershowers was so magical. The soothing drizzles,as though sprinklers had been planted everywhere..which would start right at the time we decide to go on coffee breaks, would add to the charm of the hot cup of coffee, a plate of hot onion pakoda and the company of my darling team who go on with their never ending popat jokes..Which always ends with the statment "Popatgiri ka bhi hadh hothi hain yaar" (I owe my popat team a Post, which I will do it sometime in the near future).Now... we are suppose to be on a coffee break, but it generally extends till the Lightning enhances the drama and adds special effects to the already on going comdey show out at our food court.

I would never spend a penny on buying Umbrella's. I prefer to walk back to my workplace in the rain and kudos to me, I have spread the epidemic to my team mates too.. Now they enjoy the rain with me. Ofcourse the guy's lot would definitely want to go for a fag in that chill weather. But everytime their plans are shattered as they are bound to donate their priceless possessions of cigarattes to a couple of girls in my team, if they have to go for a smoke when the rest of us walk in the rain. Well thats something, the guys of my team dont want to compromise on. So they have also learnt enjoying the rain minus the cigarrete.Man... we are doing a social service (pat on our back).

Well the pleasures of walking back home alone in the rain is unbeatable. I still remember the first rain of this year..I was walking back home slowly, so that I could get drenched to the maximum. I saw a real cute couple sitting by the bench in a park near my place. It looked to me like they were enjoying the rain as much as I did, and I really missed someone then. I am waiting for the flight from Phoenix to land Bangalore, atleast before the last rain of this year.

On a serious note, the rains have given me much more than all this. I need to go to the doc at the earliest.

As I end this blog, I am looking out of the window. The clouds look inviting and my team is inviting me for the coffee.. So time for masti again. The doctor's appointment can wait!!

P.S. I dedicate this blog to those lovely ppl out there in US, who are away from home, miss Bangalore and wanted me to write on Bangalore rains

Sakkath Hot Maga

2006-05-11T16:15:00.000+05:30

First of all - My apologies to those who dont know kannada. If I try translating, then the actual fun would be lost.

Music has been my soulmate for ages now. I guess she is my only true friend, who changes herself according to my mood.And sometime changes my mood as per her's (I also being a true friend of her's). From the day I entered the Corporate world, I have started giving less time to her. However I try to squeeze in as much time as possible for her. And I found a new channel for our interactions through the FM radio which is a part of my cellphone. Now I am almost glued to it all the time, especially when I am travelling to office and back home. Radio city was my favourite. They play the best songs, all hot numbers, the RJ's have a proffessional touch and its a total infotainment (information + entertainment) channel. Till recently I heard about the launch of the new station RADIO MIRCHI- 93.3FM.... Sakkath Hot maga. Yes thats the punch line for this new radio station (You thought I was talking about the climate of Bangalore City). Let me confess..This is a complete tapori types radio station and I enjoy listening to it.

The first time I listened to it, I burst out laughing. People around me had probably thought I had gone insane. Initially I was in all mushy mushy moods, because one of my favourite numbers 'Tu hi mere shab hain' from the movie Gangster was being played. My mood completely changed in minutes, as the song was followed by an 'Ad' break. The break was the song Babuji zaraa Dheere chalo translated in Kannada... Well this is how it goes:

'Maavayaah melge nadi,
current idhe illi current idhe....
Eyes-alli benkiya kidi,
Bili mayii..sudathe kai... '

I had nothing to think after that. My brain had already sent tickling signals to my body and I was laughing away to glory. Now this was really getting interesting. They played the best music and also the best PJ's. What more did I need to start my day and end my stressfull day?

There was a new section introduced to this in a couple of days. The tips section. This is called 'Sleeveless Sarsa' and the tip is called Sleeveless tip - I didnt know tips had sleeves too... to wear something sleeveless. Wow now this was something I could not afford to miss.
Ok So this lady Sarsa is our tutor. Her first tip was on figure maintainance. I would prefer to say it in her language
Sarsa : Ladies seere, gents panche utkondu.. markothi aata aadi - extra calories burn agathe....
Beedhi nayige kal hodiree - Adu nimmanna attiskondu bandaaga adakku time pass nimagu weight loss...
Raatri rubbo kal-na nimma hotte mele uruliskoli - Belge aguvashtralli nimma tummy flat agirathe Avaaga you can tell 'Mummy I have no tummy' ....
Cow thara iro neevu kangaaroo tara odtheera ..

A gents voice : Adu seri Night alli Nightie haakobeka illa Ninety haakobeka

Sarsa : Chee...Kalla

I have no comments on this.May be readers can pool in their views on Sleeveless Sarsa in the comment section.

Another section is called "Polee-Pataaki". Now dont think its some naughty show by someone called "Pataaki".. Well its just your horoscope for the day. If you think its some serious predictions, then friends I am sorry. Again it has a flavour of PJ's mixed in it. Well one day this was what my star sign predicted about me:

"Ivathu nimma boss ge gantlu katikondirathe....Adrinda neevu avarige awaaz haaka bahudu"

Ya right so Mr. Polee-patakki tells me if I need to talk to my boss or not on that day. Again I dont know what to comment on this.

Well coming to one of the best routines everyday. They ask you a question and grant you goodies based on the reply. Here were a couple of questions:

1. How do you like to make use of the newspaper in the best way?
a. Stich a dress for yourself
b. Clean your ears with that
c. Solle hodiyokke (To kill the mosquitoes)

Well I need to try one of these techniques henceforth

2. If there were to be a owl in the moon, what would it be called?
a. Moon Moon Sen
b. Chandra Owli
Sorry I forgot the last option. But it was equally funny.

3. Which is your most favourite pot-hole in Bangalore?

People came up with answers like, Nagarbhavi, Hoskerehalli, Mathikere. (There is a hole in the names itself, so thats the biggest and most favorite pot-hole)

Dumb Answer for a Dumb question

Jokes apart, I must say I enjoy this radio station a lot. Atleast like they say "Radio Mirchi -Only Dhak-Dhak No bhak-Bhak.." I get to hear more songs than the talks of the RJ's.

Ok now its playing Chand Sifarish from Fanna another favourite number of mine...
So I am signing off and you stay locked to Radio Mirchi 93.3 - Sakkath Hot Maga

Keep Smiling

Two's Company - 'BAKRA'

2006-05-05T10:57:00.000+05:30

The Alarm rang again. This time it was the alarm I had set 15 minutes prior to my wake up time, so that I could snooze it off a couple of times before I actually got up.Fifteen minutes of sleep was a big deal for me after the Alarm'ing' experience the previous night. I looked up at my wrist watch, with great difficulty - my eyes pleading to be shut for some more time. I tried hard to see what the time was. The hours and the minutes hand were displaying a beautiful 90 degree in the '--' axis (minus minus axis..if you remember your graphs in schools). However it never looked beautiful to me, because it was already 6:15 in the morning and I had to get up in the next 15 minutes to start off to work in a comfortable manner. I hate the rush hour skills my friends exhibited. I always think it ends you up in a chaos the whole day.

My Nokia handy started singing the same sad song again. I just hoped it was not Anitha, asking me for some more favors like pay the electricity bill or the phone bill or what ever crap. But after recieving the call, I realized paying those bills were better than getting to office in another hour. "I want you in one hour's time in the office. We have an important client call". Now this man, my boss was someone whom I wanted to avenge using the strategies used in the tamil movie "Anniyan". He always was a villan for my sleeps. How would one be treated in hell for taking away someone's sleep?

I asked Shilli to prepare breakfast for the both of us and went off for a quick shower. I had just packed my bag with 2 formals clothes to wear it for the next 2 days. It was then that I realized that I needed the towel. I hunted for the towel in the wardrobes, the cupboards and all the places that I had access to. Where on earth was the towel?? Shilli was kind enough to help me, afterall she also needed one in the near future. Much to our dismay we did not find one. The towel was worth an ISD Call on my cell, because I just had another 45 minutes and I needed atleast 30 minutes to reach office. But Anitha gave me a shocking news. The towel was actually kept in the closet in the room that was locked. Wow.. I now know why that room was locked. It really seemed to me that the room was a treasure. It had all the pricest possesions right from the alarm, the towel, and I dont know what not.

I was trained on Risk mitigations and to handle complex situations as a part of my job profile. Identifying risks and problems and using strategies for those never seemed so simple to me before compared to this TOWEL issue. I did not know how to proceed. Shilli came out running from the room with a Duppatta of Anitha, and told me "We dont have an option sweetie". Yes, we really did not have an option.

Till today, Anitha pays the price for locking up important things in the room. We still havent told her which was the duppatta that was convereted into a towel. hehehahha

Life was getting more adventurous. We entered our destination wondering what was in store for us that night. Our locked-up-host started his duty promptly at 0:00 hours. But this time he seemed to have caught up with another companion. There were wiered sounds that added rythm to the beep of the alarm. Uffff... Now were we suppose to set on another treasure hunt?? I did not have the mood or the patience. But Shilli, would not let me just like that. So we set on our next mission. Sounds were familiar. But my drained out brain did not co-operate with me to figure out what it was. Shilli was getting creative. She suggested it could be the rats. I told her in that case I am not getting out of the bed. And the sound definitely was not of the rat population. She then said, may be the burglar was using some kind of instrument do open the lock. Please..what had gone into her head. I knew it was not that sound either. This was a familiar sound. After a lot of brainstorming, we arrived at the conclusion that it was not coming from our house, it was from the neighbours house.

And this time too..Anju lifts the cup for 'Nuisance-identifier'. It was the sheep/goat ...whatever, that was being fed well to feed the feeder at a later point of time. It was supposedly 'Bakrid' in a couple of days. And our friend was enjoying his last few days, singing something at midnight. He also chose midnight and the next door as his audience. I had a strong mind to compliment him - "Thanks Buddy, you are just too good a singer. You are doing a great job. But then now will you please shut up!! "

Needless to say, the second night's sleep also had to be sacrificed. And the next night was no good.But by then we had got used to the sounds.

No goodies from Anitha would vouch for our sleepless nights. But at the end of the day, we were satisfied of doing the duty assigned to us well. Or atleast we were provided with the right bandwidth to do our duty promptly. Will someone felicitate us as "Prompt Gaurdians"??

Two's Company- Alarm'ED'

2006-04-25T17:36:00.000+05:30

I was in the midst of my deepest sleeps at 11:00 in the morning, dreaming of Rahul Dravid at his best. I had just seen him at the Bangalore Airport, as I arrived to Bangalore after my long official tours of 1 month, desparate to get back to Home sweet Home. He was D2K (Dressed to Kill). In anycase my dreams just dont adorn one person. It hosts a whole set of floating population (Till recently, someone has made it their permanent residence)

My Nokia started dancing to the tune of a sad ringtone, which I had deliberately set, to irritate people around me. The number that flashed, clearly indicated that, it was a call from Singapore. Yes, Anitha was out there holiday'ing. Now why on earth did she have to call me at that hour of the day. I cursed her and picked up the call. She was in her high spirits and it irked me more(she having been the sole cause for Rahul Dravid saying a bye to me). I must admit I was really harsh to her "Can we talk business?" I said. She instantly knew that I was in no mood for her all love'y-dove'y stories. She told me that she wanted me and Shilpa to stay in her house for 3 nights as her parents were travelling out of town.And it was a risk to keep the house locked....

Now this was something I never understood:
1. Why would a burglar choose night always, owing to the fact that he knows no one would be at home in the day time.
2. And what made Anitha think that we would scare away the burglar (if at all one came). Did Shilpa and I look all that scary???

Respecting the traditional fears, I agreed. I told her, that nothing came free of cost. She had to pay the price for our service. She happily agreed, and I hung up satisfied, hoping for some goodies from Singapore.

Shilli and I would always make a good company. So I had no second thoughts on spending, the night with Shilli in Anitha's house (eeeks.. that sounds so shady)

We reached our destination @ around 9:30pm and tried to check if the burglar had swiped in before us. But looked like he was yet to begin his prowl. We watched the TV for sometime and went to bed at around 11:30pm. There was something strange that I noticed. Every room except the kitchen and a bedroom was locked. We had only restricted access to the house. What on earth did her parents think? We were going to loot the house?? Shilli and I freaked. I had a strong mind to call Anitha and blast her. But it was not worth an ISD Call on my cell. So hoping that the burglar had found another house to show his skills, we went to bed.

All went well, till around midnight.We heard a sound which went on in an infinite loop, loud enough to wake us up. Having the duty of guarding a house assigned to us, we could not go for a deep sleep. We wondered where the sound came from. It was a tedious hunt and at the end of 15 minutes we found our FOE. He was locked in another room and was doing his duty promptly at 0:00 hrs. Much to our relief, it was just an ALARM. Hoping it would end soon, we went to bed. But looked like it was assigned to do the task indefinitely. .. It went on and on for almost 3 hours. Was it a ploy against us, to keep us awake? Else, who would wake up at that time in Anitha's house and for what? After all, no one in her house was working for a call center.

Sleep had almost vanished. We could afford a sleep for just 2-3 hours and the day had already dawned and we had to take off for work from Anitha's place.

Hang on people, this is not the end. We had much more waiting for us as the day dawned. Stay locked to know more of our adventures

Will be back with the second day experience soon..

Keep smiling :-)

B-L-O-G.. Come Again

2006-04-21T10:39:00.000+05:30

"Hey did you check the link I sent you??"
"Yes da ..It was a Cool BLOG"...............
It was another boring lunch session with my techie-friends(I not being a techie). And the topics that were discussed always during lunch sessions made me feel that I was an alien out there!!
Especially after my girl-pals had taken their flights to US..any topic with guys around, sounded strange to me. (For the first time I realized the importance of "girly" talks). I thought ....NOT AGAIN........ But I gathered all the guts and asked --"Did you say BLOG??? Come again "

I always thought I needed guts to give my opinion in any boy's(men's) discussion. I had a feeling I was made a mickey.............. Curiosity kills the cat....
So I said "B-L-O-G????Come again"

And not much to my surprise I was made a MICKEY..."You havent heard of BLOG...heheheh"

I freaked as usual. "Hang on guys.Everyone have to start somewhere..So tell me about it, else I am leaving" (I needed a reason to get out of there)

So the gyan session started and now I had to go back and explore it.....
My journey into the blog world began...........................................................

All the way through I remained a passive reader, till I came across "RANDOM THOUGHTS"
Something within me said "Just comment!!! ". Very little did I know then what was in store for me..........

The rest of the story is uncovered.

I had'nt thought in my wildest dreams that I would start Blogging one day... Today I have entered the Bloggers world with my pathetic writing skills...

As promised, I wont be doing full justice to my first blog if I dont quote the names of my sources of Inspirations here...
Thanks Nandu and Dharmu :-)

BLOG-- I am already here!!!!!!!!

Keep smiling :-)