My Musings

Long since I wrote a blog. One very unpleasant incident put me off for a while. Some 'friend' commenting very nastily on my blog. Anyways , dogs will bark , that does not mean that I stop my writing. Turning to other better matters in life... I had been wanting to pen down some thoughts on the "topic line" for quite some time. Everyday when I go back home, i notice this phenomena. Mine is the last stop, so the bus stops there for a while for everybody to get down. Even before the stop comes, almost everybody starts to get up and crowd near the entrance. I don't get this - It is the last stop, so even if you are the last to get down, the driver will wait for you. And you are coming back home, so there is no meeting/call you need to rush for. Then why don't people follow an unlaid rule, let the front seat people get down and then get in the line, when it is their turn. Every single person has a rush, for what? - nothing. Getting home a minute later does not caus...

I really have not been feeling like writing since a long time ... but today thought would write this blog in dedication to my dearest husband .... who is celeberating his b'day today .... Till a certain point in age, b'days are such important events in life, you could call the most important ... For many middle class families, it is one of those very very few days when you get a new dress ... As a teeny-weeny kid, till the age of 3 one hardly remembers what b'days are .... but it is these years that are celeberated with lots of pomp and grandeur ... I can recall one of the recent b'day bashes that i heard of , where the IT couple spent close to half a lakh on their kid's 1st b'day .... wonder if such extravagance is really needed.... neither the kid nor the parents remember it a few years later ... You get the biggest cake in your life on your 1st b'day when you can hardly eat it ... I remember the first b'day cake that I cut was on my 7th b'day , w...

Sundays are 'clean the house' days usually .... That sunday was no exception ... we were cleaning my husband's trunk - a precious collection of every single relic related to our love story - from the petal of the first rose he gave me, to the chocolate wrapper that i gave him upon returning from vacation, to the chits we passed in class, to the folders i wrote for our lab work, to the numerous cards i gave him, to the poster of his favourite juhi - that i bought for him at chowrasta ... to the beautiful handwritten letters I wrote to him over the period of 5 years .... Letters .... are such special and wonderful memories.. Ones that you hardly see/write these days .... Letters of Nehru to his daughter were so special that they were published ... Another such cleaning day in chennai once caught me re-reading all those letters my mother wrote to me and vice versa when I was at college .... at about 12:30 in the afternoon, i would come back for lunch ... and rush to the board ...

Every morning, I think of what would today's topic for the blog be ... There is nothing more to write ... but something or the other happens in the course of the day, and it becomes my point to muse about or ponder about ... Loud speaking over phones in public place is so irritating .... There is this person who leaves for home in the same bus as mine ... if any day i happen to sit anywhere near him and his cell phone rings , woe betide me. I will get to know everything from what his plans for the evening are , to what his wife is cooking, to what fights he had in the office, to what movies he plans to see, to what he thinks about everything in the whole world ... Today when i entered the main hallway of my office , i heard a vociferous voice discussing the divorce case of one of her relatives and how the lady of 40 was getting another match and what her opinions on this were.... Imagine discussing private affairs in the mid hallway .... Seriously, it is high time people realised t...

Having spent the best part of my last couple of days visiting relatives, I thought this was something i definitely should write about .... it was quite frustrating to realise that the precious 3 days that i had at home, was mostly spent visiting all relatives i could think of , at the same time , it was soo heart warming to see all near and dear ones, update myself with their news and give my side of news ... It is always a pleasure to meet my mom's side of relatives in some function/gathering ... Thursday was one such time at Shyam's poonal .... Since I got married just about two months ago, Rajesh and me were the hottest topic of discussion and the most sought after people ...So, we did what the proverb precisely says " Make Hay while the sun shines" ... It is nice to be basking in people's company once a while :) .... I must have answered these questions a million times "Bangalore eppadi irukku" ... "Daily chamakiriya ??? " .... "Mazhai...

Well, I am not going to write an article about suiting and shirting ... but when i thought of the fact that i am going home today .... this is the first thing that came to my mind ... I love this caption and the way it is sung in the ad .... Ahhhh! Home ... Well i go home every evening from work , but today i will be going to my other home , the home i have been in for 25 years and no matter where i go , when i return to it , i feel so complete .... "Home" , as a kid was never constant for me .... Every summer vacations i would go to chennai... While leaving Vizag , i would wail in despair , that i did not want to go there ... but the moment i landed at grandparent's home .... i would forget everything else in the world and while coming back after 2 months, i would wail in sorrow that i never wanted to go back to vizag .... The sense of "Home" actually came full-fledged when i left for college and hostel life .. The first vacations that i came back from the host...

I am not at all in any mode to do any amount of reading online today .... So, thought i would sit and edit my template and make it look nice ... i spent all time editing it and finally the internet connection went off .... grr ... it is so irritating ... HMPH!

I would have loved to call it a Roller Coaster ride of fun and Masti ... but unfortunately it is not entirely a roller coaster ride ... but undoubtedly one of the best movies in the recent times is B&B ... (reminds me of the bed and breakfast - in Gimmelwald). In a big bowl, put the charming, made-for-each, romantic, hot on the block couple - laurel and hardy --sorry Rani and Abhishek : Add to this the ever favourite, ever green, ever imposing, ever show-stealing Amitabh : Put 4 ladles of pure, unadultered fun : 2 scoops of nice peppy music, 1 tablespoon of modern choreographed songs ... and 1 Aishwarya rai for the masses .... and there you are with the newly baked cake : Bunty aur Babli ... A nice treat for the eyes and ears, paisa vasool movie is B&B ... The picture is centered around the adventures of two young , dashing, zara-hatke youths , who yearn and long to do something that is by no means "normal" ... A good storyline , slick direction (though with minor sli...

Having come from the land of Scorching Sun , Singara chennai, my experience with rains in b'lore have been very novel... Not that I have never experienced rains in my life... Friday will always be a day/rather evening to remember .. I started off back home , smiling to myself - that it was the weekend and i had loads of fun to look forward to ... The first dampening (literally)of my spirit (as well as self) started when i almost got completed drenched in the first few (no more) showers of the rain , walking to the bus stop .... One and half of ant crawling journey to my place , tested my break-any-second patience to the maximum ... Imagine to be stopped at the street next to your house for about 20 mintues - you cannot walk down because it is pouring and the roads are full of slushy mud, drainage water and what-not ... I was sooo releived to get down off the bus and walked with swift steps towards my apt complex when the brakes of my sandals were applied with such a force that i al...

WOW! Friday atlast .... and what a wonnnnnnnnnderfully pleasant day it is .... The weather is just tooo awesome .... if only somebody shifted the alps to B'lore it would become another Blisserland (sorry switzerland) ..... The clouds having cried all night , it is tooooo cool and pleasant outside .... I am running out of words , having repeated pleasant more than once ... I was listening to songs while coming to office , thanks to my darling husband for sparing his precious IPAQ ... Whenever i listen to songs , with headphones (especially while travelling in a pleasant (there i go again) weather) , i am transported to another world .... I can associate so many people who have come , gone , come back again , stayed , peeked into my life ... with many songs . So, there is today's blog ... a musical dedication to folks i know ... "Chura liya ..." never fails me to bring to memory the first time I heard and saw this song ... It must have been when i was in my 6th or 7th ....

Rapunzel ! Rapunzel ! Let your hair down - cried the Prince ... and lo! fell long locks of hair... Every since childhood , I had this fascination for long thick black hair .... Lustrous mane has always been my best attribute for a woman .... When I was a kid , my mother would always cut my hair the moment it reached my shoulders, saying that short hair looks cute .... I would fret and fume and cry and relent coming to the parlour .... I always wanted long , flowing hair , that would bounce on my backside while i walked .... Then there came a stage in life , where my mother insisted on my growing my hair and the current fashion that was running was of short hair .... Over the years , trends of hair fashion kept changing , starting with the Sadhana cut of having small tendrils fall on your forehead , to high pony tails that sat on the crown of your head , to long plaits and french braids .... and now .... Well Ahem! sad to say that there is nothing called a proper "hair" sense ...

I just wanted to give something rhyming to Thursday, so gave that name... there is nothing terrible about today ... In fact , it has been a pleasant day ... with the reminisces of yesterday's hiccups like ... both the gas cylinders being empty at the same time, the third gas cylinder being leaky, food being half cooked , unable to go out during a hailstorm , power being off for 3/4th of the night ... and having to take bath in ice cold water today morning ... Well they are part and parcel of life , ain't it ? .... I feel guilty each day morning , coming to office , opening all the possible mail accounts i have , checking mails and replying to people and above all BLOGGING .... when these two girls sitting next to me are busy calling their onsite co-ordinators and working on their stuff .... office stuff (mind you) .... But then , i have no part in this ... I have not been allotted any work , so might as well enjoy something which i could not do for the past 2 years or so .... I...

My Blog has got nothing to describe about Shyamali , but i would like to dedicate this blog to her. Shyamali is one of my friends. She was with me in Chennai DC and was my van cum crossword partner.... Currently settled in Aussie with a cute little kid ... she is as beautiful and slim as ever ... When I had to go to a different office for some work for 3-4 months , in 2002, I was worried how I would find company for b'fast / lunch. I was so used to being with my friends in chennai DC ... It was then that Shyamali told me this universally known, but never accepted by me fact.... that life goes on no matter what happens to the sorroundings ... She told me that I would get used to the new place very soon and would form a set/group or routine there also ... Any change is always damn scary for me , be it something as small as a new project to something as big as working in a new location .... The change could be just anything .... an event that upsets a particular routine that I have , ...

After a sleep inducing training about some tools in Java, which i wonder if anybody working in a development project has so much time to even think about it , I am really in a daze .... Have some work to start on (atlast - i have work .. hee hee).... Before i go and get a cuppa coffee to wake me up, thought would write some thoughts i had badgering my brain since yesterday night ... Humans are made of both good and bad ... and the terms "good" and "bad" are highly unstable... what is "good" for one, maybe "bad" for the other ... so everything is a matter of how you look at it ... but in general we do classify some habits of folks as "good" and some as "bad" ... for example , getting angry every second is in general considered a bad habit , and having loads of patience with others is considered a good habit ... Often i have noticed this happen .... the bad is always remembered and the good gets forgotten easily .... why is it s...

Wonder if this has happened to any one of you ... If i happened to meet a known person in the office for a day, then I always notice that i bump into the person quite often in the subsequent days .... And though i know a particular person sits somewhere in the same floor as mine, I never meet him/her for some months together, no matter whatever time I am out of my place .... Does this happen only to me or to you also ?

As I sit and stare at my monitor trying to make some meaning out of the K245s that I am going through, I long for this place called Gimmlwald... Nestled comfortably admist the imposing mountains that constitute the Alps, is this tiny(micro) village called Gimmelwald, that holds lots of dear memories for me .. I heard of this place, when my husband sent me a link to read up on one of the places where we would be staying during our honeymoon in the SWISS... I always thought a honeymoon has to be spent in a nice cosy , post hotel ... so was a bit skeptical when my husband sent me this link : http://www.ricksteves.com/plan/destinations/switz/pics.htm , but was intrigued at the same time because one of my all time fav characters has been Heidi and she lived in the alps ... Gimmelwald is this cute little village, located at a height of nearly 4000 ft above sea level. There are only two means to reach this fantasy land - a narrow winding bicycle path that is inclined steep of 40-50 degrees, ...

As a unlaid rule, I dislike mondays .... It is probably the most terribly thing to wake up to the blare of the alarm, and look at the watch thru one eye ..to see the monstrous word "Mon" there ..... To think of spending the next 11-12 (sometimes more) so hours in a cage called "Office" is most boring .... especially after a nice long relaxing weekend ... full of activities that is closest to one's heart .... Today it was even worse when i woke up .... for my husband had the day off and i had to go to office ... I thought , can life get worser .... With a very very reluctant look on my face, i waved a bye to my husband who came to see me off at the bus stop .... But the day was not that bad after all , I realised.... when I opened the book I had bought over the weekend ... "Landour Days" by Ruskin Bond .... I could not contain my excitement as I finished each sentence .... It was as if I was looking at a mirror in my hands ... word to work I could see ...

Yipee! It is friday again ! The day of the week that i like the most ... Ever since I remember this has always been my favourite day ... The anticipation of the two days coming up always cheers me up, no matter in what doldrums i am ... wistful dreams of me sleeping for about 40 hours over the two days , gorging on all possible sweetmeats, roaming around the choicest of shopping malls (gazing longingly at wonderful articles, but sadly reminding myself of my poor pocket) .... oooh! I love fridays ... Fridays have been special to me a in a lot ways ... As a kid , I always remember that my favourite subjects were always taught on Fridays ... Each year i would hope my b'day would come on a Friday ... I loved the spotless white uniform and tie that I wore to school only on Fridays (the rest of the days was the gloomy grey-blue combo) ... If the date of my birth would not fall on a friday, i would insist on celeberating my "star" b'day in the hope that it was a friday ... W...

Yesterday there was a quiz that my husband forwarded to me, about the number of copies of English movies/scenes that have been made in Hindi movies. Every other movie that gets released and is reviewed , has this tag attached, re-make of so-and-so english movie, and more often than not, I hear my friends/colleagues who watched the hindi flick say "kya paisa waste tha! The English version was so much better" ... We were discussing about two movies last Sunday , my husband and I. Both of us like this film called "Mann" which is scorned by most of the ppl saying it has only rona-dhona. Mann is a re-make of "An Affair to remember" - undoubtedly the English version is crisper and more to the point and has well-named stars in it, but when we watched the last scene of the movie, both of us had to agree that no matter how hard english stars tried, they would not be able to beat Aamir's histrionics in bringing out the pain and love he feels. To this day, I feel...

After a very satisfying lunch, the best thing anybody can wish is to sleep. Alas, my mother-in-law(my work) would not let me do so. What kind of life is this of a Software full of Sine curves, never the same over a period of even a month. I have worked in all kinds of projects in this 4 years of my work life ... Dormant, worse than the sleeping corpse in the grave projects to cant-sit-or-breathe-for-a-second kind of projects. But there has never been a time when I have sat back and felt "oh! my work life is so good. I get the right amount of work I can finish in a day/week and get to go home at the right time and still love my work." Everyday I would ask my mother- just how have you managed to put in 23 years of service. Inspite of having a variety in work, I have often found my fellow software colleagues (including myself) always crib about work .... Is it because of our patience levels have drastically come down, or is it because we all have become so ambitious that nothing...