what does it mean

that Im reading this post by IHM, while eating breakfast - one that I woke him up for to get from my fav hotel because I was feeling hungry. He is getting the baby all readied up, so that I can read my newspaper?
Or
what does it mean

When I make home made pizzas for him because he hates the pizzas at the pizza joints. He decides to go on a "its a man thing" trip at 11:30 at night and ends up home only at 1:00 am and im up waiting for him to listen to his "man things" that he did.

It means.... we are now married for 2 whole years ;-) :P

Blast in Bangalore

A blast in Bangalore! I mean how can we have a blast here?

Already we have no electricity, no petrol, no diesel, no infrastucture, no pavements to drive on (yeah, we drive on pavements, for the lack of space elsewhere), no rains, no metro , not even a proper name to call the city - "bangalore? bengalooru? bengaluroo? what??"... and now, of all things, we have a blast??? Isnt the city already on its way to ruin by itself that one H-A-D to put in a blast into this concotion as well ?

moi is in a state of denial, and indignation. Tres angry for the blast.

Called up family; no one near the blast site. *whew*; no friends currently in bengalooru so, no immediate shok sabhas to attend.

Updates later.

Edit1 - http://www.ibnlive.com/news/three-blasts-rock-bangalore-one-killed/69540-3.html Edit2 - its 7 blasts! all at very busy areas; while people at office try to make sure loved ones are safe; the mobile phone lines are all jammed. Here's the link2 which gives a video of what happened. http://www.ndtv.com/convergence/ndtv/videopod/default.aspx?id=0 and this link talks of the 7 blasts -

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/7_blasts_rock_Bangalore_2_dead_20_wounded/articleshow/3279730.cms

SMSes and emails pour in hoping Im alright, to everyone reading the blog, I am okay, and hope everyone of you out there is okay.

Incase anyone wants to get in touch with someone in Blore and make sure that they are alright, just put in a comment here with their email/ phone number and I shall try and reach them and post a comment back here stating if they are alright.

Edit 3: Traffic jam rules *sheesh* people try and keep off those places now.

It was a low intensity blast with gelatin sticks being used. but since it was highly populated - lot of injuries I guess.

@ anons - if you dont understand the language used or the meaning of the sentences written, *shrugs* keep your ideas to yourself. thanks.

Edit 4 : latest news says one very near to one of our office campuses!!!! Whoa! another one is slated to go off is the rumor around. I shall put up updates as and when I get it. hang in there guys. Take care everyone.

Edit 5: I sent my team home - better safe than sorry... aint it? for the others, please go home, and please please and for chrissakes please follow traffic rules, I understand its a major jam and chaos out there, but please maintain sanity, calm and traffic rules. Office transport has been suspended and GOK when I can reach home ...

Edit 6: 9 Bombs in 8 places! Wont this stop at all! :-O

post 121

had to write this down.

Now a days moi morks from 6AM to 8PM; go home and there's something to do until 12AM. which means moi has only one great ambition in her life these days - to be able to sleep.
moi thinks it is nirvana. to be so numb to not know anything, but sleep.

"nidra samadhi sthithi"

(for those who understood the above line as much as @#$@#!$!@#; the sentence equates sleep to samadhi - a state of trance/ awakening of subconscious)

Moi is also growing up,realised that moi can do away with the teddy that she is used to clutching hard to her bosom while sleeping. Woke up on three consecutive mornings to find her favorite pillow which hugs her while sleeping has been flung across the room, not just dropped off the bed, mind you, literally flung across the room. what dreams moi was having when she did that, she doesnt know. The first time in all the years moi can remember.

anyways, just when moi decided that she had attained nirvana, on her walk back from after having breakfast with her cute colleague, she happened to see the IIMB bus pull up at the cross road awaiting a green signal. She looked up casually, to notice someone she knew!!! he waved out at her and smiled; that made her day.
She knew she could work the whole day without a complaint.

PS - retiring for a small hiatus. will be back in a couple of days? weeks? months? *shrugs*
and oh, wish me luck. please. (for what? moi will tell you, if your wishes help)

a dream rekindled, the thirst re-awakened.
the road is stony and we have no shoes on, bleeding and blistered soles shall get us there.

lets see how far we go this time; me and my dream.

Turn it on

Its the dark sarcastic humor that turns me on the most.
A man with whom I can wage a battle of wits and at the same time giggle at the "naughty" yet dark jokes.
Keeps life interesting me thinks.

Game?

On a totally unrelated random note:
What is it about marriage that makes people go all starry eyed? A colleague just passed by, I bet the irradiant face lit up atleast the whole corridor if not the whole shop floor. Nice. Very Nice.

Unrelated, random note 2:
I dont care. Really, I dont. If anyone ever thought I cared, even an iota about anything, they need to re-read the definition of a cynic.

Unrelated random note 3:
No, the change in the position doesnt bring any change in me. I continue to be who I am. Behaviour at certain places may change. The level of frustration might too. The frequency of waking up in cold sweat in the middle of the night wondering if Ive sent that report right may change too. Not who I am.
If you expect me to change - well, read Random Note 2.

Really Quickly

Lalit and Shek I shall do your tags in sometime.

I would particularly love to do Shek's tag - but not now. When I have the ability to think clearly. A lot of stuff has actually happening with so much speed and confusion that I believe there is some kind of a blitzjkrieg happening in my life. Dunno who's gonna win though.

I almost have an idea about how to do Lalit's tag; but my attention spans are not allowing me to sit down and write something coherent.

In fact, nothing seems coherent at all - what with the impending assignment ( immediately After the exams I wrote this Saturday) and a long string of deadlines at office and some travelling that I will be doing to Mumbai and Delhi.
Add to it a dash of being unwell and some viral fever, PMS mood swings and there, you know the mood I am in, right now.

However, Really quickly, answer these questions for me.

1) Do you like this new layout - because, me for one, dont.
If you do - leave a yes, or let me know if I should revert back to the older one, or make it a nice plain googlistic sorts with nothing but a white background and black letters ( its one among the three only, so dont give me ideas on pink background and floroscent green words on it - please for christs sake)

2) This is especially for people who do not know me outside of the blog.
What kind of a person do I come across on the blog? good? Bad? Ugly? what?
I tried asking a couple of friends who read the blog and got the usual answers ... what I want is not the usual, what I want, is what you really think I am, when you read what Ive written.
[Edit- for people who know me outside of the blog - tell me does the blog represent me or a person totally not me? Does it exxagerrate who I am? Does it mislead who I am? Does it say something I am totally not or does it mirror me?]

3) Please explain the word "Standard" ; not standard as in "Fifth grade" or "second standard" ; but as in aukaad, haisiyat, (in south indian languages - houda, anthasthu). Need to know if Im wierd or if the world is.
[Edit - I guess the couple of early birds who read and commented on this found this Question confusing - coming from me, I guess it would have confused a lot of people ... I meant to ask this - do you benchmark people on money? on education? on culture? on place of birth?
what?on what basis would you consider yourself better than others?what would you be measuring that person on? I know its a silly question to ask, but well, things have a curious way of springing up, dont you think so?]

PS - People who visit my blog but dont leave a comment usually, ( i know you are hiding out there :P My tracker tells me everything ; including your habits of scratching your behind when you read my blog :P) please do leave a comment behind. I need this.

Thanks for completeing this small survey.
Bbye until I can figure out if I can convince God to have more than 24 hours in a day - somehow it doesnt seem to be enough at all these days.

Until then - ciao, sayonara :-)

In the Meantime

I'll be back - have some extra huge workload - next post only on Sunday

In the meanwhile - ponder over these

- Almost got married on my birthday - got a couple of rishtas on my Bday - rejected one and supposedly thinking over the other - will you get along with someone 10 years older than you? err.. caveat - he earns over a lakh a month!

- Almost died on my birthday - someone please tell my cabbie that its a fucking car and not a Airbus 380

- Almost became a murderer on my birthday - slogged my Ass off working on my Birthday and had N questions about why I was not "enjoying" myself and working instead driving me insane - making me want to kill the next person who asked this.

- Got mentioned on Sakshi's blog and the number of hits to my blog soared to 3 people visiting it a day instead of the usual Zero.

- Checked the tracker and found that people come to my blog in search of "Ravi Shastri's Personal life" and " nude girls in saree" wow! that just shows my sheer writing genius!

- Have a exam at the IIM on Saturday - and the interesting part - we have a cocktail dinner after that- told mom I intend to get stone drunk in the cocktail dinner - mom shrugs and says - just dont take the two wheeler that day; you dont get good mechanics now a daya without batting an eyelid! here's hic! to my mum hic!cheers!

- Spent entire nights talking to my dear dear dearest friend *muach* (I'll leave the rest to your imagination) and enjoyed making him go bankrupt making ISD calls :D

- Thinking of changing the blog layout - wat say guys?

- Watching Life is Beautiful and playing Demonstar while Im supposed to be working and studying.

Lastly

- thank ye all kind people for wishing this ancient archelogical wonder a happy budday, it went well... and Ishpecial apologies to Bulshee for losing his number :( choooo cholly mah man! this will never ever happen again :)* a hug for that * ( hopes bulshee doesnt get crushed )

Edited : Zee beta Im not shutting shop permanently - padha karo beta jo likhti hoon :)

Shutting Shop

Shutting shop for the next one week.
Get your daily fix elsewhere dear addicts :-)

And if you have to be here, spend your time listening to coupla of Dad's shave time songs :-)

10 - Mera Pyar Bhi...

09 - Do Sitaron Ka...

Its that time of the year again

A ragpicker that I am ,
Riches avoid me.
A heretic that I am ,
My Lord deserts me.
I lay down on the floor of my wretched home
Waiting for death to visit


150 posts and almost 2 years later , Its that time of the year when I feel a pause in this blog is warranted. I dont know for how long but I do know I must stop.
The same way I stoped talking to DD after I got "her" back .

For sometimes , we spend so much time talking and listening to the noises of the world that the importance of silence is lost upon us.
I for one , have got constantly so used to this noise , this cacophony , that now my ears long for the sound of silence, I want to hear silence , feel it weigh heavy on my ears. I have spoken so much to myself that now I want to stop. And the first step would be to put a break on the way this blog is going.
It has become a manner of addiction , not because people read what I write , not many do, but because this blog has become something I would not want to say out aloud , lest the spell breaks.

In this navratri , when the whole world rejoices ,
Death , dances at my threshold.
In this deepavali, when lamps will be lit,
Darkness will pervade my home.
This festival , when the streets overflow with flowers,
Stench will seek refuge in my heart.